╔════════════════════════ ═══════════════════ ═══════════════════╗ │ Jokes. │ ╚═────────────────────────────── ──────────────────────────────═╝ One, two, three... and queens. ─────────────────────────── Stage 1 (light) Symptoms: A man sits down at a computer, turns it on, works and leaves home at the end of the working day, after which he does not remember the computer re until the next morning. Appetite and sleep are normal, headaches and no diarrhea. Recommended treatment: You do not need treatment temporarily. Stage 2 (featherweight) Symptoms: Most people have an increased interest in the computer, hovering in unhealthy excitement, overwhelming at the sight of the indicated new object. Appetite is normal, sleep is restless, with crying yelps and squeals. Stays late at work for 2-3 hours and tramples buttons. Recommended treatment: Remove the patient from the computer, take the medicine inside alcohol 3 times a day 0.5tablespoons. Computer remove the literature in an inaccessible place, greet them from work. Stage 3 (moderate) Symptoms: The patient stays at work for more than 3-4 hours after finishing working hours and saving money for a home computer. In everyday life begins to use terminology and does not respond to extended the eyes of others. Increased appetite. Restless sleep, with screaming nodding slang words and causeless laughter. Comes in sudden excitement at the sight of a computer or a patient in stage 3 and above. Recommended treatment: Isolate the patient from society and, despite resistance, nie, remove from the computer, take away money, marry. When violent behavior and refusal of treatment, administer 1-2 scoops intragastrically vodka with port wine "777", mixed in a ratio of 1:2. The basin is not give. Stage 4 (severe) Symptoms: The patient buys himself a computer and a modem. Speech abounds various computer words and their combinations. Saving money to a dedicated telephone line. Appetite greatly increased. Eats any food at any time of the day if food is available. Sleeps 3-4 hours a day day, because at night it calls on the modem and every time it connectsemits screams described in the third volume of the book "Animal Life" (Chapter 11, behavior of the male rhesus monkey during the mating season). Sexual desire is reduced. Vomiting, work, delirium and diarrhea are missing. Recommended treatment: Treatment can only be done in a hospital. Stage 5 (hopeless) Symptoms: The patient gets himself a BBS, to which he devotes everything free from calls and programming, time. Speech is slurred, consisting of 80 percent or more of computer jargon mixed with special terms. No appetite or sleep. Eats only what falls within line of sight, regardless of type and product quality. Has severe absent-mindedness - e.g. lights a box of matches and so on. Pays attention to others attention only if they utter phrases computer related. There is no sexual desire, because... feels a deep sense of satisfaction from a line on the screen "CONNECT 19200..." Holds a night vase and a pack near the computer tea, which he forgets to dilute in water. Recommended treatment: Not subject to treatment... Feast againtime of plague. ──────────────────────── My friend works as an investigator and from time to time is on duty He works in the task force, goes to various incidents. You do- call - there’s a corpse in the apartment, a man seems to have hanged himself, we need to go inspect, find out if there was a crime, and then further on the situation. A group arrives at the address, calls the apartment, and there - the wedding is going on, the corpses may just appear the next day ( if someone gets drunk) Well, if this is the case, a friend decides, Probably it was a false call, maybe a failed bride or groom joked about Zhvanetsky (remember "Eternal memory to Sigismund Lazarevich and his sister from Chisinau.."). The friend returns to the police department and reports to the duty officer as follows: so the call is false, and what the hell is it false again? aunt 02 called and said that the apartment where you were was closed hanging, but the police are not coming. They begin to find out where the call came from, it turns out from the same streets, only from the house opposite, but the address of the location of the corpse is indicated - It's called the one where the wedding is taking place. Then my friend accepts decision to go to this address where the call came from and find out what kind of auntie jokes so sweetly and sorts out the whole stro- guest Grandma "God's Dandelion" comes there and opens the door for him. in a wheelchair. He looks at her, saying why is she old?- nothing to do - hey, if you're joking, people have a wedding, you know, but you... Are villagers imagining things? The old lady, in all seriousness, taxis up to window and hands his friend field binoculars and says, look, the man has been hanging there all evening, and no one cares, Until I noticed and called where I should. A friend looks through binoculars and doesn’t believe his eyes, Actually, in one room the wedding is taking place, and in the other The blind man's buff is hanging, illuminated by a dimly glowing light bulb. Moreover from time to time people from the room where the wedding is taking place come into the room where this hanged man hangs and they go out as if nothing had happened back. Not believing his eyes, he gives the binoculars to the sergeant diteller, so that he looked again, he looked and said, but It’s like the man is hanging there. After this, the task force breaks into the apartment where this wedding and in the room where they had just observed the behavior through binoculars They suddenly see that on the wall in the room there is a huge poster with image of Jean-Claude van Damme, whose image gave the effect of a blind man hanging in the house opposite. After the guests at the wedding realized what was going on, they didn’t as they did not want to let the task force leave the apartment, they began to greet granny with binoculars from the window, finally drinking to your health young friend with the task force got out of the apartment, went to old lady and foreseeing that inthe apartment opposite hers will have a place- then also the first wedding night, as after any wedding, I told grandma not to sit too long at the window and not to call 02 about the rape that took place. Again about “market relations”. ────────────────────────────── Hot summer day. A long row of stalls selling milk com, butter, cottage cheese and other dairy products. It’s important that a fat woman from the sanitary department moves along the counter like that. demo stations, all in gold, wearing some kind of imported wig and branded new clothes. In her hands she has a stack of papers, in which she writes labels stating that it takes samples of sold products for laboratory Thorical research. Walking next to her is a short-haired, narrow-minded creature in in a tracksuit, with a gold chain around his neck and bulging muscles mi, in his hands he has two bags in which groceries are placed for laboratory research. The aunt with a trained eye examines the number of products at each seller and breaks the amount of product that is needed should be taken from him for research, and it is clearly clear that This personality is way too exaggerated. Village sellers obediently tolerated because they know that it is useless to be indignant. She approaches her aunt, who intendssell estimates well. That one has a lot of sour cream - about 15 kilograms per pan. The aunt from sanitary and epidemiological station hands her a three-liter jar and says to she filled it full for “laboratory research.” Selling the sour cream lady begins to argue with her about the broken number product quality. The laboratory assistant doesn’t like it and without further ado she drips from Use your ink pen to add some ink to a saucepan with sour cream. ( a sure sign that the product has already become unusable) Auntie, the sour cream saleswoman grabs her saucepan out of anger and pours all the available sour cream on the laboratory assistant’s head and hands on begins to smear this sour cream on her face. The laboratory assistant is hysterical, calling for help from her narrow-minded he snatches a gas pistol from his bosom and wants to shoot. The saleswoman, without hesitation, grabs an empty pan and begins hit the narrow-minded man on the short-cropped head, he begins to defend himself starts to wave a gas pistol, the pistol falls out and flies straight into a can of milk to another seller standing nearby, seeing such a thing as a “bodyguard” accompanied by a series of blows from the pan- The hit on the head hastily leaves. Under the heart-rending screams of the laboratory assistant, a policeman appears in response to the noise, protecting public order, he is determined to stop any violations. However, seeing a laboratory assistant smeared in sour cream starts laughing so hard he drops his cap. Followinga determined policeman appears the lads brought to the aid by the narrow-minded. Seeing what has become with the unfortunate laboratory assistant, they also begin to laugh wildly. Under this wild laughter, the sour cream seller triumphantly leaves the market. Narrow-minded begins to look for his pistol, but the man in bi- The don to whom he ended up had already managed to hide somewhere. Entrepreneur and teacher. ──────────────────────────────── American students are believed to be stupid, law-abiding, and etc. In general this is true. But even among them there are worthy ek- specimens. Stanford. Written exam, 200 people. Time is approaching end, the lecturer loudly announces this. One guy sits, doesn’t react, continues to write. Lecturer repeats again, addressing this guy personally. Zero attention. In the end, the lecturer says that he will not accept the work, and calmly leaves. An hour and a half later (!) the guy comes to the lecturer’s office. When- please take my work. Well, he told him, of course, something like “You what, you went nuts??" To which the guy calmly reacts like this: “Yes, you really Do you even know who I am?!" The lecturer, completely freaked out: “I don’t know, and I don't want to know!" “That’s great,” says the student and bolts- organizes his work into a thick stack of outwardly indistinguishablenotebook... This is science. ────────── Guide to free travel on buses with a conductor. 1. It is still advisable to have with you the amount that costs travel 2. Axiom: The more people at the stop, the better, the more people on the bus are also better. ;) 3. When a bus(es) approaches a stop and opens the doors, choose a position where you will be directly in front of the door mi. When people leave (a) do not waste time, but look: there is no conductor (k) in this opening. Distinctive traits of a conductor: A fat woman with a peculiar bag around her neck. 4. If you find (k) in this doorway, go through another opening, if there is only one opening, then see paragraph 6. 5. In the opening without (k) _quickly_ enter the bus and climb into it middle and stand somewhere among people who are already They've been traveling for a long time. At the same time, you need to stand calmly and not climb into your pocket for money, and make a face with a felt boot. 60%that that you will travel for free is already guaranteed. 5a.If a free seat is unexpectedly discovered (except place (k)) _immediately_ must be taken. 98% of what you will travel for free, you are guaranteed. In this case it is necessary sit quietly, without looking around, and best of all pretend to be asleep :) 6. If there is only one opening, and (k) was detected in it, then it is necessary dimo as quickly as possible, and it’s best to be the first to get into (a) the very middle and follow steps 5 and, if possible clause 5a. 7. If (a) turned out to be half empty with the presence of free seats seats, then you need to take a seat as quickly as possible and fall asleep. 8. In empty (a) the probability of your free travel tends to zero :(, Therefore, you should not enter at the final stops, if necessary, travel for free. Well, you can come up with something else. Victims of technological progress. ───────────────────────────── I'm shocked...Purely because I had to do it the other day write a letter. It seems like you tell me nothing complicated - I took the pen,write- lard and that's the end of it. Figurines! I'm already ready for writing instruments I haven’t touched it for a year, but I can only compare my handwriting with the strains of a chicken trying to pretend to be a master calligraphy. But the trouble began - after all, half a day was spent searching for... someone a suitable blank piece of paper so that you don’t write it before that they returned the fish, put the cups of coffee and put the cores from apples. Then, having tried a bunch of thin oblong objects, products intended for displaying symbols on paper, I realized that not all of them are suitable for writing, but rather needed for mixing sugar in tea. Okay, at the very least, but found a worn-out pen with ink on the bottom, sat down in front of a clean a piece of paper and tried to put the anthill of thoughts in order - doc. Imagine my immeasurable surprise that on the sheet of paper The "From", "To" and "Subj" fields were missing! It's like this - a letter and without subject!? And why don’t lines appear before writing a letter? ki greetings and tagline??? :-| "To write a letter, you must to set a quota, and in order to set a quota, you have to write something”...But what was it possible to quote on an _absolutely_clean_sheet_of_paper? This is plunged me into deep thought and scratched behind my ear the written with my supplies, I set to work on such a difficult, but unusual labor At first, the writing process reminded me of the posting process. fat rats withtails on inclined shelves, and the shelves these were moving away like a good earthquake and it was necessary to help thread that the word “ischo” is written as “yet”, and “shazzz” is timely replace with "now". Horrible! Wrongly written letters are not allowed was removed with backspace, and the emoticons looked like Arabic script ;) But little by little this matter captivated me and, having dashed off as much (!) I wrote a page only three times in the heat of the moment with strong jargon the word “IMHO” and “BTV”, after which, very pleased with his sub- Vig, I went in search of an unusual package (with *.pkt not pu- thief!), used by non-progressive humanity for archiving tion of written information before sending it to the post office. But on this is not the end of all the adventures... Do you think that the mail should I call and ask to come get the letter and pick it up? With that com call, they will most likely “send” you, and if people have humor, then will politely inquire about your fragile health. Letter to to...(no, I'm afraid to even say this word)...delive with FEET to the local paper netmail sorting facility, which looks like dit in the form of a metal box hung on the wall of the house. Ah yes...here’s another thing - when putting the package in the mailbox it’s not necessary pronounce your password loudly during a mailing session, so as not to scare the life out of grandmothers walking their dogs in the yard... * * * In general, it was like this: Our company once advertised in the newspaper: “For permanent work... the bot requires a PC operator" (Well, something like that, I definitely won’t help- nude). Some time passed... I was hired for this job. I'm coming somehow at work - there was no one, so I began to temporarily answer calls for the secretary. Some guy (M) calls about work you, well, I answered him naturally: - A person has already been hired, and you are a little late. M: “Yes,” he says, “where is it located?” Me: - Hmm, why do you need it, the place is already taken anyway?! M: - Well, at least approximately. Me: - Well, in the center! M: - Where is the steam boiler? Me: - 8(= )! What kind of steam boiler? M: - Well, you gave an announcement - surgery is required - torus PC - Steam Boiler! Me: - 8(= )! * * * I just went through a commission at the military registration and enlistment office. And they sent me to the psy- hushka for examination. When they found out that I was stopping, they They started torturing me for a long time, what and how. In the end it's all for me got tired of it and suggested that they immediately go out onto the track and go to 5020 (because I need to go there a long time ago) Doctors are somehow strange They looked at me (like I was an idiot), after which they started heated discussion. Finally Old, gray-haired and the mostthe head physician in a tone not allowing for objection, said (I quote): - A typical case of dromomania! A month later, a summons comes from the military registration and enlistment office, I go there and I are presented with a “white” military ID. That's it. Now hitchhikers They don’t take you into the army and you can hitchhike... ;-) * * * As you know, watchmen, watchmen and cleaners hate computers. And they play dirty tricks on them in every possible way - sometimes they knock them out at night, sometimes when they’re wet They carry it with a rag. So, it turns out that computers pay I'll reciprocate. Today the head doctor swore at me, and everyone present at they literally choked with laughter. And for this reason (hey... gu - it’s all true!): I made a sound scheme from *.WAV from the “Russian” DOOM- 'a. Well, there, at startup it says “Oh, who is that there?!”, at shutdown - une - “Well, she died, so she died...”. For fun, it seemed. Yeah... After the theft of two computers, the guards were charged with the duty of time to visit the offices. And such a diligent watchman got caught, an example to all the guards - he walks, damn it, he even thought of every- I blow the night and for some reason prop up the chief accountant’s door with a board, you can see the lock seemed flimsy. Well, late at night, it means this exemplary watchman into our nook, and it was necessary at that very moment for a fresh netmail to come - a hoarse cry is heard from behind the door:"MAN!!!". Yes, sir... But our watchman turned out to be not a timid one - he grabbed the board with which he was propping up the door and burst into the dark accounting! And then squish just finished tossing and, slamming window, in the voice of a dying imp, hissed: “OH, KILLED, CARD!” What happened to the watchman here is unknown, I won’t lie. Ho- At least out of fear I didn’t crush all the cars with this board. One- However, morning witnesses claim that there was no face on him, he barely waited for the main thing and rushed to complain about unnecessary technical nick. True, he was a little confused, he said that the computer was screaming at him: "ARE YOU NOT DEAD YET, YOU CROSS?!" - apparently, the last word is most important etched in my memory and touched my soul. It looks like the watchman looked un- important, since the main one, a usually good-natured man, was very angry... About foam. ─────────── So, standard PSFO-1 (fidosh ordinary beer system) A typical fidash beer system consists of 5 main parts: beer generators (as emulators of the latter you can use breweries, see below), transport transmission lines (pi- pipelines), interline substations, flow and demand coordinators product beaters. 1. Beer generators. ───────────────── Due to the low prevalence of beer generators as such, vykh, as well as the need for mandatory availability of high-quali- fication of service personnel and the lack of widespread network of centers for its enhancement, it is possible to use build ordinary breweries. Connection to the brewery is made by under the cover of darkness with the help of specially trained professionals catch-connectors. Don't try to do it yourself! Beer, post- soldered from factories, packaged in special plastic containers, having the name /beer packages/. Each beer package is marked with marking in a special format indicating the grade of the inside the product. Due to the high labor intensity of the process for packaging/branding, It is recommended to use special robots for digging. 2. Transport transmission lines. ──────────────────────────────── Perhaps the most important part of the PSFO. Typical forward line also called /beer pipe/ consists of two round steel pipes each half a meter in diameter, which, as shown Experience is quite enough for normal passage of beer packages. A signal transmission line runs along the outside of the beer pipeline. two-wire line - it transmits in encrypted form signals from consumers tocoordinators of interline substations. Beer pumps are installed every half kilometer of the beer pipeline. sy/ - devices that ensure continuous movement of beer Kets in both directions. Each of the beer pipeline pipes is designed for transferring beer packages in one direction. Every beer pump should meet the requirements of the PNFO-1 protocol (fidosh beer pump ordinary). Smaller ones depart from the large, main beer pipelines, from them the next ones, and finally the smallest ones end in houses consumers of products. Places of connection of beer pipelines between co- the fight is called 3. Interline substations or simply substations. ─────────────────────── ──────────────────────── Product consumers send special signals that travel along the signal line to the nearest substation. Having received a signal that indicates the quantity and type of desired product, the substation redirects beer packages passing through beer pipelines, the variety of which corresponds to the required variety in the required quantity, into consumers' homes. If, in order to satisfy the resource request this substation was not enough, then it automatically redirects there is a request further from the neighboring substation, etc. 4. Flow coordinators. ────────────────────── Coordinatorsflow are the people providing control and adjustment of substation equipment. Due to the required security ensuring proper product quality, the duties of the coordinators of the residents include tasting of passing beer packages. Because contains The pressure of beer bags has special specific properties, it is impossible to Each coordinator must have specially equipped furnished sleeping place. Non-stop shift work of coordinators of one substation. 5. Consumers of products. ──────────────────────── Product consumers are not required to have many responsibilities. Everyone who wants to become a consumer of products must find a graphically convenient substation for him and agree with its coordination tor(s) about connection. It is forbidden to charge for the connection children any funds - connection to the beer system - The topic is purely voluntary and absolutely free. At work a special robot must be installed at the consumer’s location, ensuring the opening of beer packages and storage in special containers of their contents, as well as a special remote control, using which with special signals corresponding to the SDR protocol -1 (without decoding), product orders are carried out. Gateway of products to other regions is not yet envisaged. but, butsuggestions are taken into account. No drugs! ─────────────── The point lay on the hot ground of an unmoderated area, greedily inhaling the air polluted by the offtopic. Wounded leg, Married to a plus gun, she was still sick. He tried to collect pe- confused thoughts and concentrate on one thing. On what? - he asked himself a mental question. - How to return to Echo, where it’s so good and the air is so clean, not like in Echo, long-sodden, unmoderated echoes. But how? after all, he is an exile, he tried to rebel against himself my moderator. Point touched his wounded leg. Even a light touch fingers made him wince in pain. flashed through my head memories of the events of past days. In an unequal struggle with mo- derator to send him to teleport to this, moderator for- I exist, echo. But only for a while, in order to rest and truly to nudge again. For what? to death? Point squeezed the keyboard, yes! in order to die but as a point, and not as a filthy user. From these thoughts the desire to fight began to boil within him again. Without- with sensual fingers he tore an anti-aftopic grenade from his belt, and pressing Alt+S,A,Del on the remote control, he threw it, gathering his remaining strength, into the polluted atmosphere of EHI. The grenade flewreleasing with a hiss oxygen. Point began to greedily inhale the enriched oxygen air and strength gradually returned to him. He jerked up and sat down. The pain in the leg responded with a spasm of the or a painful buzzing in my head. The pain squeezed the point even tighter keyboard and lifted the barrel up, released it into the contaminated peak atmosphere queue mesag. The stroking traces of the mesag suffered flew vertically upward, scattering pieces behind them like fireworks quota It's time to go. He gave GD a teleporter and hit his palm with red key with a short inscription Esc. He was immediately thrown into mess-free space. Having selected the desired echo on the board, he immediately pressed Enter. A minute hiss of the t-mail generator, and the display shows the inscription curled - CONNECT 14400 Port of arrival - lviv.talks. Attention! Echo is moderated. The ground appeared unexpectedly, literally half a meter under your feet - mi. The point fell noisily into the cool night of the moderated echo. And immediately, as if in protest, the wounded leg reminded of itself with pain, causing the point to scream. As if responding to his cry sent the loud voice of the moderator boomed: -Are you back again? Jumping to his feet, he grabbed the keyboard, and pressing Ins, He was in line, aiming between the glowing eyes of the moderator. Yes, it won't have much effect, but at least for a while neutralizes a terrible mutant who resembledon a mixture of horned Mailer with a tailed Hub. Clacking his hooves, the mutant let out a soul- a tearing cry of pain. Like a call for help, his cry from The faithful to the point moderator came out of all the cracks. Point cocked the anti-aftopic bomb, and when the first keyboards blared and threw it into the crowd surrounding the moderator. This will help the mesagojelet count it against enemy mesags. Throwing up the keyboard, he switched it to weighted shooting mode. UUE messages, and launched first on the upcoming points there. They rushed to run in confusion, pushing and swearing hide behind the back of a huge mutant. Frustrated by this flight of his points, the moderator raised plus gun and pulled the trigger, aiming at the troublemaker and row in its echo. A terrible discharge struck the point in the right side, tearing out a piece mesagozhelet, tearing his stomach. Point dropped to his knees no, the intestines tumbled out of the torn stomach. It's all over, he thought. -One more shot and I'll ... But no! He tore a 5 Mb SWOP bomb from his belt. He squeezed her feeling with their fingers each 36-kilobyte ampoule of traffic gas. You won't have enough strength to throw her away, and there's no need to. He unclenched his la- Don. The grenade exploded, scattering poisonous gas into the echoing traffic. Point looked at the hand. All he saw was a pathetic, ok- a torn piece of equipment, a grenade tore it to the elbow. He's already in pain notfelt. The only thing he wanted was to give his life as dear as possible. Traffic gas will help him do this, but not for long. He saw how the nodes and hubs had already begun to work, how cleverly they work as Traffic Neutralizers. But there is still time. Point looked at the moderator - the Swap bomb kantusil and him too. This means he has a little more time than he expected. So much the better. The dying point grabbed the already hot keyboard with his healthy hand. tour. She seemed heavier than before. Sweat and blood trickled down forehead and eyes flooded. His vest was so broken that I could no longer count it against the enemy mesags, much less from the plus- moderator's comment. Countless wounds and scratches covered everything his body. His entrails were spilling out of a wound in his stomach, but he The operator was still fighting for a few seconds of life. His DRWEB- -ov's instinct still resisted and wanted revenge. He lowered his caught and looked at the GD teleporter hanging on his chest. Teleporta- the torus has crumbled like an eggshell and it is now a spoiled archi- vom hung on his hard. “So much the better,” thought the point, “there’s no going back anyway.” He pointed the barrel of the keyboard and fired a continuous volley at the enemy points, sometimes aiming at the moderator, with this he could win fight for some more time. But having digested the last message, the moderator raised the issue nogo point its terrible and trouble-freeweapon. Point's hand grew weaker, and then his fingers unclenched on their own, unable to for anything else. The keyboard fell out of his weakened hand. inta. He glanced towards the moderator. Despite the big distance, he could clearly see the black, polished hole plus gun. The third and final shot threw the point back several meters. ditch, tearing him in two at waist level. Shouts of victory shook the crystal clear air of echoes, filling its pungent smell of quoting. Moderator happy with his victory I no longer paid attention to it. These will be taken care of by others. They were already engaged, the nodes tirelessly gave warning blows with powerful mesagosticks to the right and to the left, calming the amused poured points. HE lay on the cool earth of the echo. Blood and sweat covered him eyes and he only heard the screams of the joyful points. - Am I still alive? a thought flashed through. - They won’t fix me yet, True, I will be an eternal exile. All my life I will have to ski- wander through unmoderated echoes. But it’s okay, because I still have There is a gate to the Internet. I will come back here and take revenge. If he had If only he had enough strength, he would smile. - You violated all the policies that were in fidolactics... - Conditions - his voice was naughty. Whose voice is this? so familiar - tormented point in guesses - oh yes, this is my node. ... you attacked the moderator - continued the node - disdaining everyone rules. This has no place in ourfidolactics. You... “No,” a barely audible whisper escaped from the goop point. - No, not on- up to Leave me at least a soapy area, I... - his whisper became I was getting weaker and weaker - I promise that I won’t appear anywhere else. I... - Enough words! - The node interrupted him, raising his mailer in front of yourself. Having selected an address from the list, he pressed Del. On the display There was a window with the message: The Destroyer is ready! A characteristic signal was heard, the node put his finger on Y-trigger, pointed the barrel at the point. “No, nad...” whispered the completely exhausted point. Pee- the mailer's nod and the beating of his heart resounded loudly in his head. language ringing. - No - “I’m very sorry for you, you still don’t understand anything,” said Noda and his finger pressed Y all the way. 01:01:43 07/15/97 by(c)Sergey Kotlyarov Where do bad things come from? ───────────────────── Frosty November morning. Foggy from tobacco smoke glass, cloudy from the warm stale air of shouting, arguing and of people bustling about, incomprehensible hieroglyphs, faces and long-dead the old half-erased inscription "WIN95 S". They pass sadly outside the window sleepy passers-by,having recently left the warmth of their home hives. "Where do bad things come from?" - an insatiable thought stubbornly sharpens the nan mind. - “I was reading it yesterday.” Consciousness, refusing react to the excitement of the subcortex, glances over the cold roofs and platforms of Vitebsk, covered with dazzling snow station, stopping at the faded white flag of the Russian Federation, apparently indicating the delivery of the station with all its premises for sublease. "Where do they come from?" - not uniform - The thought is torn: “And why is this happening?” A crow flew by. Two homeless people, smiling like children and grinning toothless mouths, are divided between stalls a bottle of cheap adecolon."Scheduledly, byte by byte, sector by sector u-n-i-ch-t-o-zh-a-e-t-s-ya in-for-ma-tsi-ya" Tos- ka. People around are flashing busily as before, in the air there is a rises, then the vocal vibration decreases, the volume changes sound. Phrases are lazily assembled from individual sounds, getting stuck somewhere on the threshold of consciousness. "Well, where are the bad things on it? Another one.." “Is this your floppy disk?” burst out the phrase, pronounced loudly. intense vibration, sharply different from the usual sounds. Look catches feminine features and creates an image of a girl with glasses in thin metal frame and thick glasses. She holds out floppy disk "No". Her hand reaches out to pick up the flat storage, but It's already late. The floppy disk ends up in the drive,winking green with a dull cloudy eye. “Now I’ll tell you whose.” So. A bunch of jeeps. A couple on- presses and the screen is replaced by smiling women who look like However, there is not enough money for underwear. By their casual appearance It’s not like they care too much. "Ah!, This is probably our boss's disk!" - for some reason the girl blushes. Habitual the buzz of voices drowns out the retreating footsteps. Yearning. "Why did THIS disc just read? Why is there no bads? Does the loss of information really depend on its content?" -o- five thought flashed through. - "It smells like Murphy's Law again." Rave. Ra- the zoom feverishly digs into the memory, catching the consequences of inexorable laws of physics and prepares a counterattack to the imagination. Heavy the snow clouds froze outside the window, staring at the incomprehensible a gathering of stalls, people, cars and began to sprinkle everything with white powder com. One of the loud bossy sound vibrations made return to miserable monotonous work. Hands slipped as usual along small plastic protuberances. The mind was warming up - xia, serving as a buffer for information between pieces of paper and terminology scrap He felt familiar and comfortable, but NOT MUCH. "Which one, I wonder Will the disk fly tomorrow? Each time there are fewer and fewer of them and less. And badov..." The eyes stared at one point. The ghost of a dream flickers vaguely - With images before my eyes, my body is tired, my mind too. But notconsciousness. It smiles habitually and waits for the next joke. Him I don't care about the body, nor do I care about the mind. But it knows that it can both can do. Coffee. Coffee, which has saved the world more than once, will also help out feather “The world will be saved, but the troubles are gone.” - a malicious monkey An annoying thought popped up. The burning heat from the black liquid pleasantly dissolves rushes through the body. Idle thoughts do not dare to disturb the established peace. They just became wary, and like predatory hyenas they wait the first opportunity of his return. Yearning. Outside the window came the sound of a car suddenly braking. Drunk worker in dirty orange robe stands out against the background of construction debris, choosing better board. The noise died down. The body slowly lowers its Damage le- vel. Slowly, as in a dream, a crow flew by. Strong air disturbance led to the understanding of another boss phrase. Thoughts rushed into my head in a frantic stream. The worker outside the window, having not found anything worthwhile, dashingly shook off his He put on his snow caps and walked into the trailer with a light gait. Terminal surrounding or people waiting for their papers.stubbornly stuck. Several The now useless disks lay on the paper-strewn table. The gaze lingered on them for a while, but then decisively looked away. day aside. The thought was defeated. A satisfied black mongrel ran outside the window, holding something in the mouth. A screaming man ran out from behind the trayman, uselessly smear- wiggling his hands. Life went on as usual. "Why did the vi- uncle?" - a new thought appeared from somewhere... S.Gale
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