Let's Pogurm - MMA'lysh and Carlson.

 MMA'LYSH AND CARLSON            
                                          
               BOOK ONE               
                                          
   CARLSON, WHO LIVES UNDER THE ROOF   
                                          
  (based on original book of A.Lindgren)  
                                          
  (Russian "author's" translation of M.M.A/SC)  
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          

                                          
                 Chapter #0l                
                                          
   The kid sighed heavily. Suddenly he heard
someweak buzzing.It was becoming
louder and louder and didn’t remind me at all
sound work father's hard drive in but
venkaEC-l842.  As  it may seem
strange, a fat man flew past the window
everchek  like a lemming from your favorite game
Baby. This was Carlson. Carlson, who
ry lives under a “roof”.                   
                                          
   The man outside the window slowed down and,
coming up to the window sill, he said:        
                                          
   - Hello! Can I land here?
and merge a couple of files?                      
                                          
   - Yes, yes, please,- hastily answered
til Malysh  and added: - Well, it’s so difficult
fly with unmerged files?               
                                          
   - Me  - not a bit, - said importantly
Carlson, - because  I'm the best le-
tyh with unmerged files! But I didn't advise
would be   yvalny,  similar to disassembler
TRDOS, imitate me.                     
                                          
   Kid thought,  that  "disassembler
TRDOS"  It's not worth being offended  It's not worth it, but I decided not to
when  do not  try to fly, especially not
to deal with unmerged files.                 
                                          
   - What's your name? - asked Carlson.   
                                          
   - Baby...  Although I am truly
byt 2:5057/18.46 MMAlysh :).               
                                          
   - And my name, oddly enough, is Carlson.
Just Carlson and that's it. Hello Baby!       
                                          
   - Hello, Carlson! - said the Kid.     
                                          
                                          
   - How old are you? - asked Carlson. 
                                          
   - %000OOll. - answered the Kid.          
                                          
   -Excellent. Let's continue the conversation, - said
Carlson.                                  
                                          
                                          
   Then with the ease of a seasoned hacker he
quickly  threw one over the window sill
another  your little legs and in an instant
Oka connected the modem taken from his pocket
to the telephone passing through the Baby's room -
no line.                                
                                          
                                          
   - How old are you? - asked the Kid,
having decided  that Carlson was behaving too much
childish for an adult programmer.     
                                          
                                          
                                          
   - How old am I ?  - asked again
Carlson, taking out a disk from his back pocket,
that   with  software  for  modem. - My program
assembled only  half,  more
I can't tell you anything.            
                                          
   The kid did not understand exactly what he knew
cheat when your program is assembled
half, so as  used  only
exe files, and they, in his opinion, were
assembled to all 100%. Therefore he
asked carefully:                        
                                          
                                          
   - A at what age is the human programstarts to assemble?                
                                          
   - In any!  -  Carlson answered with enthusiasm
with a free smile, connecting the modem to the laptop
beech, attached to the chest.             
                                          
                                          
   Busily setting up config in the program
terminal,  Carlson slowly scratched his bald head
sinus on left ear.                        
                                          
   - What's going on! - he cried when
another  time received the inscription NO CARRIER.
 - Where is the connection, Baby?                   
                                          
                                          
   Baby already  a long time ago realised,  that the merger
files will not pass without a trace for the telephone
th family account, and therefore with a deft movement
sharpened to a sharpness  razor nails
sharply cut the telephone cable.        
                                          
                                          
   - Probably  neighbors  on the INTERNET again
they are fumbling, - the Kid answered timidly, - y and I
mi blocker...                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
   But  Carlson was no longer interested in this.
Dropping a dead laptop without a modem from its
his voluminous belly on the floor, he rushed to
bookshelf  Baby and pulled out the standing
there COMMODORE AMIGA 600.                  
                                          
   - Come on let's launch it, - suggested
Carlson.                                  
                                          
   - You can't live without dad, - said Baby. -
Amig'y can only be launched together with pa-
sing or brother, aka M_NoGo_ZADACHA!  
                                          
   - With  daddy, brother  or  Carlson,
who lives under the "roof". Best in the world
AMIGA specialist is Carlson, who
ry lives under a “roof”. Yes andpass on your
him dad! - Carlson shouted, plugging in the cord
power supply to the outlet.                 
                                          
                                          
                                          
   Although Carlson was the best specialist in the world
AMIGA expert, he plugged it into the socket
its  very  even awkward, not to say
more,  lamer,  by mixing up  phase and
zero.  Power cord here  same  smoke and
soon  smoked with a bright blue flame. Co-
sweat rose  to the ceiling and settled on
it, forming a bizarre pattern, reminiscent
found  QUAKE's emblem.The kid who lost
first a spatial-event connection,
came to his senses and, screaming, jumped back.          
                                          
   - Calm,  only  Calm! -
said  Carlson and  raised his warning
your chubby hand.                        
                                          
   But  The baby could not stand still when
I saw  fire.  He  grabbed a rag and nailed it
flame.  In  another  situation he would have killed
fire,  but now he considered thatnail
it will be  simpler.  About  years ago friend
Baby   Pimply Ghoul  with  neighboring flat
shadki  had the carelessness to drain the overflow
fallen tree files onto the wire under that
com. From those since the Ghoul did not remain for
one  night party with girls from para-
lel class.  The baby didn’t want it for himself
such a prospect.                       
                                          
   - Look how the power cable has deteriorated
nia! - concernedsaid the Kid. - What
will MOTHER say ?                             
                                          
   - Yes, she won’t say anything, - reassured
his Carlson,  pretending he was big
specialist, - AMIGA does not have "MOMS". there
everything sits on one board!                 
                                          
   Carlson  turned  the plug  in the socket and
sat down  next to  with keyboard.  From the Depths
knocking and sobbing could be heard from the building
Vania  - AMIGA wanted to live. Carlson's eyes
sparkled.                              
 - Now it will start working.          
                                          
   And, indeed, not even a second passed,
how AMIGA started working. The screw cheerfully
started and  started system loading. Oh this
was the most beautiful of all AMIGA and
Carlson looked  so proud and happy
It's like you invented it yourself.                
                                          
   - I need to check the transfer speed
y "screw", - Carlson suddenly said and
I tried   to unscrew screws from  white
plastic  computer case. - If
do not  check  baud rate, then it can
happen  loss of  odd bytes with phase
deviations by two or three PI!             
                                          
   B blink of an eye cover with AMIGA was
removed and Carlson, having reached the variable
resistor on the screw controller board, steel
rotate it both clockwise and counterclockwise
arrows.His eyes simply shone.          
                                          
   And the Kid has already stopped grieving about
burnt cord  and stains on the ceiling. He
was happy that he had such a miracle -
computer  and  that  he  met with
Carlson - the best  worldwide specialist
AMIGA,  which so skillfully tested the speed
growth of information transfer from the screw.       
                                          
   - Well, Baby, - said  Carlson,  - here
This is really speed!               
                                          
                                          
   The propeller hummed at the limit of human audibility
hesitation and slowly walked away
in  the region of  infrasound,  then  in  area
ultrasound.                              
                                          
   - Here  It's me  I understand,  - continued
Carlson, - The world's best...           
                                          
                                          
...But  he did not have time to finish, because in
at that moment there was a loud explosion and AMIGA
simply  ceased  to exist. More precisely her
the body  was still lying at the Baby’s feet, and the
breakage  boards were lying around, scattered around
here you go.  The  The same  the screw successfully flew apart
several  large pieces, one of which
with  with some success I broke the monitor and
stuck somewhere in his vast inner
ties.                                   
                                          
   - She exploded! - delightedshouted
Carlson, as if he managed to install
VYN'95 first time and faster than 2
hours. - Honestly, she exploded! Ka-
what a roar! This is exactly what I call
vayu AMIGA RULEZ!                         
                                          
   But  Baby  not  could  share  joys
Carlson. He stood confused, with eyes
full of tears.                             
                                          
                                          
   - My AMIGA... - he sobbed. - Mine 
AMIGA fell to pieces!               
                                          
   - No big deal, it's an everyday matter! - And Carlson
waved  hissmall chubby hand. - I
I’ll give you an even better AMIGA, - he reassured
Baby.                                   
                                          
   - You? - the Kid was surprised, - Even better?  
                                          
   - Of course.  I have  me there at the top  not-
how many thousands  A1200,  and  the other day they promised
throw in a couple hundred A/BOX as well!         
                                          
   - Where is it up there?          
                                          
   - Upstairs, in my house under the “roof”! 
                                          
   -Think  only!  House, filled
AMIGA's!  - exclaimed the Kid. - Several
thousand AMIGA!                              
                                          
   - Well, I didn’t count exactly how many there are
there remains  - Carlson clarified, - but
no less than #FF.                 
                                          
   - And will you give me one?                  
                                          
   - Well, of course!                          
                                          
   - Right now!                        
                                          
   - No, first I need to sharpen them a little-
watch check data swing speed
nyh solder  contacts y processors...
well, and the like. You will receive a car at
days.  I give two centuries for all details
rant!                                   
                                          
   - Seriously "two centuries"? - re-
strength Baby.                                
                                          
                                          
  - They've definitely been working for two years -
ut. Well, two days, that’s for sure. - I assured him
Carlson, strapping a laptop to his stomach.    
                                          
   Baby stood in the corner of the room, thoughtfully
kicking  foot,  shod  in a sandal,
a big centipede of a graphics chip. Mick-
The circuit diagram has melted somewhat around the edges, but
in depth  souls The Kid hoped that after
In addition,  how  he will glue the whole plan from pieces
this  processor will be able to  insert on
place so that dad won’t even notice.      
                                          
   - This is  very good,  what did you get into?
to me - said the Kid.  -  Although, of course,
AMIGA... Will you ever fly here again?
yes?                                       
                                          
   - Definitely! - said Carlson and,
love vague gesture directed towardshis opinion towards the Indian Ocean, he
pressed the button in the stomach area.          
                                          
   The engine hummed, but Carlson still stood there un-
movably and waited, recalling the “four”, on
which, with the help of insane perversions, succeeded
elk run ЗD-STUDIO, when the propeller
will unwind to its full power. But here's Carlson
took off  from the floor and made a few circles
gov.                                      
                                          
   - The motor is acting up. It will be necessary to
fly  to  company and use the guarantee.
Although can it be possible to upgrade right away?!
Perhaps it's worth...                          
                                          
   Baby also thought it was sowill be ra-
smarter.                                   
                                          
   Carlson  flew out of the open window and
small  plump figure almost immediately
disappeared from view.                   
                                          
                                          

                                          
   - Close the window. Baby! The machine will work
faster! - Carlson finally shouted.  
                                          
   Baby well I thought  that it’s worth changing
wallpaper on lighter so that in the next
once you could watch Carlson for a long time
slowlyremoves into the depths of its opera-
tion system.-========================================-
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