┌---------------------------------------┐ │░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ Talents ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░│ └---------------------------------------┘ "Strange inscription" (C) Werewolves MDM 229-5053 Yoput entered the cabin. Zomrot hunched over sat at Murtceps and looked blankly at monitor. - Any problems? - after minutes- Yoput asked after a pause. - A? - Problems? - Oh, Yoput, I didn’t even notice you, - Zom - his mouth turned to face the commander, - I’m here I haven’t been able to drive into this overpass for five hours now. writing - Have you tried reading? - informed in a businesslike manner - Xia Yoput. - Commander, you are completely holding me back - live? - Zomrot blew his nose offendedly in his hand - Cav. -Have you tried relbmessaging? - I tried it, I even downloaded Reggubed. - It’s strange, Reggubed Reklats is usually could, - Yoput andZomrot stared at the monitor torus - Commander, I was thinking, what if this not Relbmessa? - Come on! What could it be? - Well, I don’t know, maybe Laksap or even Kisab. - Hmm... we need to call Yilyroput, he’s- then he should know. - Call? - Why Medom? Call him. Zomrot rushed to type the message. Three hours later, a cousin appeared in the cabin Yoput's brother Yiliroput. Yoput madly snored having fallen asleep on a chair. Zomrot with wide with open eyes I tried to find keyboard button "r" (for the word From, "F" he found it half an hour ago). - Hello! - yelled Yilyroput. - ABOUT ! You're already here! - Yoput waking up happily hugged his brother. - Zomrot, for the opera- activity I assign gratitude! - Huh? “Gratitude,” he repeated syllable by syllable. commander. - Yylyroput, are you here already? -Zomrot osha- Lelo stared at the newcomer. - Zomrot! Buddy! How are you ? - Yes, here... Commander, we got him for something did you call? - We ?! ... Yes, indeed... Brother We have problems here, now Freeze will strain our brains and we learn about them.Both brothers looked at the dumbfounded man, the task that fell upon him, to remember That's it, Zamrota. After a while the cabin filled with the sounds of two brothers snoring. Zamrot thought painfully. Thoughts were tossing and turning with great difficulty and creaking they constantly woke up Yoputa, who raised his head in a daze and looking around the cabin with a dull glance fell asleep. “Eureka!” Zomrot yelled when his gaze fell on a monitor with a strange inscription. - Yoput is listening! - yelled into the telephone the suddenly awakened commander answered the phone. - General Staff? - asked in a whisper Yilyroput. - They hung up... - Commander! I remembered! - Zomrot? What are you doing in the commander's room? wheelhouse?! - This is the Cipher Room... - Oh! Well, what about the center? - No, the inscription. - Strange... - Yilyroput, did you have breakfast today? - Yes, but what? - We need your intelligence! - I'm ready, let's think about three? - It all depends on the programming language. - Hmm... it's most likely Lobok. - Lobok?! - Zomrot looked at the commando- ra. -Yes, I’m not good at Lobok, - Yoput is namor- He pinched his forehead, - who is our specialist in this? - Maybe Yindolog? - Exactly! Zomrot, call! The next morning... Yoput and Yylyroput snore heroically. Zomrot only that I found the "m" button. - Commander! - Yindolog wandered into the cabin. - Yindolog! - the brothers rushed to hug - Zomrot, where are you from here? - Three brothers stared at the dumbfounded one with concentration Freeze. - I'm trying... - Yes?! So how? - I'll call you now... - Who? “Yindologa,” wrinkling his sweaty brow, said carried by Zomrot. - Yindologist, here! - A?! - Here!!! - AAA! Why did we call him? - You know better... “The inscription,” Yylyroput recalled. - Exactly! Yindolog, do you know Lobok? - Ha! And not only him! I even Nartrof I know! - No, it looks like Lobok... - Come on? - Yindologist stared at my nitor. “Without a doubt, this is Lobok,” in a knowing tone assured Yiliroput.- Hm! I wouldn't say it smells like a break-in here! - Can't be !!! - The commander gasped. - Who could do this? - I think Rekcah. - This is an infection... - Zomrot, call Rotcod! - Is this the one that Csid? - Yes! A month later... Rotcod with Zomrot tries to seize Csid, but he stubbornly spits an ominous message onto the screen. Three brothers sleep darkly, cursing through MBI's snoring is ominous. - Yoput! - called Rotcod - Ooh! - Commander, wake up! - A?! I'm all ears! - We can't do anything... - This is bad... Is there really no way out? Rotcod and Zomrot looked at each other. - I don’t even know how to tell you, - mumble - lil Zomrot. - Well! Only the truth! - Maybe we should do... Tamrof? - Kertopovy!!? - Commander, there is no way out... - Not this! - But commander... - No! A year later... Everyone is sleeping. Yoput groans nervously. Yiliroputand Yindilog loudly snoring. Rotcod, hiding behind shadow monitor, snoring sluggishly. Zomrot with inflamed eyes he looks at the incomprehensible inscription in the lower left corner of the screen and quietly sobbing. Unexpectedly in Zomrot's brain the terminals were thrown over and to his horror he I understood what kind of inscription this was. Fast by rewriting it backwards he got: Disc Error Rorre Csid Trc 0, sec 1 1 Ces, 0 crt Retry, Abort, Ignore Erongi, Troba, Yrter - Damn... - thought Zomrot, - and what- Am I so slow? . . .
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