"Mad Macro"
It was the most ordinary day in the life of Ma-
cross He, as usual, had breakfast and
After brushing his teeth, he sat down at the remote control of his
computer to finish working on
new number "MSF". After yesterday's
while drinking, his tower was slightly jammed,
so work was slow. After every
mistakes poured out of Macros's mouth, obscene
swearing, and saliva flew in all directions -
“That’s it, I need to stop drinking,” thought Mac.
grew up, sighing heavily. At this time it started ringing
Neil phone. - "Who else is this not easy
brought" - again in a fit of rage Mac
Ros jumped up, leading him out into the corridor. - "Who
there, who do you want?" he roared into the phone. -
"Hello, this is Gunfighter. What are you doing, old man,
maybe he was crazy, didn’t recognize it, or the devil came along?
tal?" - he heard in response. - "Oh, this is
you. Sorry, brother, yesterday's alcohol is still
works. Had a blast, sold it here
a couple of developments. Can you imagine, I pushed it
two on the Internetprograms, protection blocks
for programs with secret data. by me
serious people became interested and offered
lived a tidy sum. Of course I'm dreaming-
chala for decency broke down, built from
yourself a little girl, but when they add-
They put in another twenty zeros, I immediately realized
got excited, well, and, accordingly, decided
this is a matter of washing. Washing, as they say,
was a great success. I drank it, as they say,
a lot of money, but there’s a lot left.
After thinking a little, I decided the remaining
use the money to develop your
new brainchild - let's call it project "X" - ,
because I was just missing some
amounts to start work. However, if
If you want, I can briefly outline the essence of this
project. - “Go ahead, tell me,” he replied.
Gunfighter. - “In general, I’m developing
theories of the possibility of time travel
neither.Using some data outgoing
from the records of some authoritative scholars
nykh whom I make sense to trust, I you-
developed a formula that allows one to calculate some
which parameters of transition to another dimension
rhenium I'll leave them there for now. - "Well
You have a smart head, Macros" - admiration -
"Gunfighter exclaimed puppyishly." - I always
like when you're hungover" - calmly
answered Macros. - "Okay, I need to be-"
reap, things are going well, you understand,” he said in pro-
farewell Gunfighter. The macro put the pipes-
ku.Going into his room, he sat down at
computer. There were some on the screenfor-
mules, calculations, in general, solid numbers.
Macros's mind began to work at its usual speed.
height. He felt that he was close to
clue. "Well, let's see what
this vaunted Pentium-4 is capable, otherwise
I'll rip this seller's balls out. "- in th-
When Makros had a storm again,
it was the remnants of yesterday's revel-
Ms. Having downloaded the program, he relaxed
Niem leaned back in his chair. What is the
what happened next, Macro barely remembered.
The only thing he remembered was that
that his computer started smoking and he was thrown away
a couple of meters from the table. Unknown
how long did it take before Mac
Ros came to his senses. Looking around
he was horrified: everything around was lying up
upside down, as if Mamai had walked. But
Makros experienced particular horror when he
I saw what was left of the computer. Hwa-
the old car turned into a pile of metal
la. Macro fell into prostration: raising
wreckage, I still couldn’t believe what was happening
really, I kept trying to figure out what
happened. Gradually he came to his senses,
I looked around again. He was surprised
silence in the apartment, deathly silence. B
Fearful, Macro rushed to the exit, opened
door...and almost fell out.
HIS HOUSE WAS HANGING IN THE EMPTINESS!!! Everything is spacious
The space was flooded with a pale milky light. "On-
That’s right, I’ve gone crazy,” thought Macros.
The situation was simply critical, because
with nothingHe had never encountered anything like this before.
"The main thing is calm, don't panic" -
Macros repented himself. Sitting on the poro-
ge, he began to build versions of what came
th. The first thing he did was try to remember
everything until the moment he lost
consciousness. He remembered what he did...
some calculations came to mind from
sensible numbers, records. But what is it all for?
what he did, he couldn't remember. Outside
suddenly he heard a strange hissing sound,
then there was a bang, and in front of him
nickname is some object, shaped like
light bulb But the most amazing thing is that
By the way, it made Macros happy, inside the “lam-
kidneys" were people. He started desperately
wave your hands and scream. "Light bulb" under-
flew closer, and Macros heard
it was heard - “Ge er zi vaden” -. "What?" - Macros was surprised. "Ge er zi vaden,
Roh aum din" - came the answer again,
but then it also dawned on them that Macros
speaks an unknown language. It's been a while
five minutes before they repeated their
question. "Who are you, your orderly
number". - "My name is Macros Anaheim, and
I don’t understand what the serial number is about
you say." - "Your serial number,
under which you are entered in the register of trans-
sports courts of the World Corporation
boda navigation". - "Allow me something
explain to you, since the situation is simple
then critical" - and Macro duringfor the next thirty minutes I told everything,
what happened to him. People in the light bulb
for some time they consulted, argued,
As a result, Macros heard - “Come to our
board". Having gone down to them, Macros fell into
rather strange situation: "light bulb"
it was empty from the inside, only from under the floor
I could hear some quiet buzzing. U
There were three people sitting at the control panel, although such
we could call them conditionally: form
their bodies may have looked like people,
but in other respects they were very different. They have
there were incredibly thin faces, the eyes were
watery color, instead of a nose there were two
holes, and long pointed ears. Dressed
they were wearing green overalls,
on which there were stripes in the form of a triangular
nicknames The Macro remote control is frankly interesting
resold: there was only one lever, and three
buttons. "There will be time to get to know each other better-"
I love the design of this device" -
thought Macros. He got up from his seat and walked over
to him, according to Macros, the eldest
by rank from the navigators, since he has
there were all the most stripes -
triangles (five in total). On my chest
the commander had some kind of device hanging, outwardly
resembling a receiver, and when he speaks
ril, then his voice came from this
device. - "Hello. Greetings-
there is a commander of a border guard ship
Migration Service of Planet Earth. me
name is Arthur Vonn" - with these words he
handed it to Macroshand. Macro late-
was falling, and Vonn pressed some button on
wall. Something like something came out of the wall
armchairs. Vonn motioned for the macro
sit down. - “So you say that work-
working on your project, as I understand it,
associated with time management, as a result
when something happened, and you found yourself
“Were here,” Vonn asked. Macro
nodded his head affirmatively.
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