LARVES DREAMS - Larval Dreams" cycle of micronovels.

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      "LARVES DREAMS" or "Larval Sword-
 you" is a Spectrum group; cycle
 micronovels written by them are also called -
 xia "LARVES DREAMS". They write in their own way
 original, and, let's say, unusual...  
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 "WEEPLE BEETLE"            
              (part two)              
          (LARVES DREAMS BEGIC)         
                                          
       Beetle was delighted with the device
 transferring magnetic films (containers). He
 started recording my scary sounds, but
 nothing came of it, the tape recorder was hungry.
 Finally having had enough of a dozen cassettes and
 After being capricious for about five hours, he fell asleep eternally
 sleep.  Badtoy thought the beetle and
 I started working on the computer, but the guy really is doing something
 shouted, waved his appendages trying
 push away the chitinous bulk of the beetle. But why-
 the catcher only broke his nails. He tried
 bite him with your flimsy teeth,
 I just broke them off anyway. But there was a beetle
 merciless, pushing and pushing with his mass
 soy.  Only a miracle saved the computer from being destroyed.
 destruction. It took a long time for the man
 recover lost and dead data
 disks.  But the main loading complex
 The “tape recorder” could not be restored,
 had to use the backup disco
 water (It’s a pity, it’s really so convenient...
 but listen to sweet "music" and at the same time
 boot the computer). The truth was possible
 difficulty to connect a reel typer but for
 he needed additional atomic
 power plant and no intelligence at all
 enough since 1800.                     
      After a tedious and long recovery
 updating the TV monitor anyway
 there was occasional static there; probably
 it had something to do with the installation of pre-
 additional diesel generator and casing
 highest defense (though made from
 available materials: clay, sand, chiti-
 on, etc.)                              
                                          
                 1997.08.13. Ulyanovsk. 
                                          
                                          
                                          
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                 "Fly"                 
                                          
          (LARVES DREAMS BEGIC)         
                                          
      A fat, juicy fly flew around,
 beetle He looked at her with sweet admiration.
 he dreamed of a fragrant dinner, oh
 how muzhentsia will show off among
 other foods.                          
      Oddly enough, the fly also dreamed
 about lunch. Among greasy, shiny hair
 She noticed something tasty on the beetle.    
      Finally the fly decided to feast (not
 let the yummy disappear) and dived
 on the top of the head barely covered with chitin. But se-
 she's not going there at all... Viscous and slimy
 what kind of sap finally found a piece of food
 th, and then the beetle licked the fly, dust, slime and
 other animals.                         
                                          
               ...the end...              
                                          
                                          
                    09/30/97 Ulyanovsk.═══════════════════════════════════════ 
                                          
         "Treatise on Meat-Eating"         
                                          
          (LARVES DREAMS BEGIC)         
                                          
      The beetle was chewing its last paw, and
 something will happen tomorrow. But the thought refused
 called to work, reporting something I didn’t understand -
 new:                                     
  - "USER COMP. SMALL PAMUYTI".           
 The beetle also wants to eat, guessed it.          
      Garbage rental period ends today
 a big barrel, but I don’t even have it, it’s run-down
 go worm to extend the period of peace
 of life.                              
  - "USER COMP. ENERGY LOW"               
  Well, I'm completely fed up, I'd do anything for myself...
 be quiet, otherwise no, it was squealed
 all the trash.                             
  - "@WWW.$#`%#@.^:@#!%&, BY-Y-Y"        
  It’s broken, well, I’ll bring something else, cooler
 this "pintyueum", but how to paint
 whether. And the beetle dragged itself into the stinking distance...    
                                          
                                          
              ...the end...               
                                          
                                          
                    09/21/97 Ulyanovsk. ═══════════════════════════════════════ 
                                          
                 "Vinyl"                
                                          
          (LARVES DREAMS ROGIC)         
                                          
      The meager reserves of tsybul have come to an end.
 tsu just last week. It was necessary
 do something urgently, from hunger in
 my stomach growled unpleasantly. After fiddling with it -
 The larva tried to sleep, but couldn’t
 the restless feeling of hunger drove away sleep.
 Tormenting stomach cramps shook everything
 her being. Opening his eyes and spitting out
 a sock chewed to holes, swollen from hunger
 a larva crawled out of a pile of dirty laundry
 and looked around with her blind eyes -
 kami.                                    
      The room was dark, only faded
 moonlight breaking through the dirty,
 the window under the ceiling covered with flies,
 illuminated a small area of the room with
 digging dirty heaps of garbage, tattered,
 moldy walls and ugly sewers
 rusty pipes
 snakes along the walls. In the far corner of the basement
 appetizing matte cubes gleamed dimly
 juices...                                 
  - Vinyl!!!  - greedily swallowed the viscous
 the larva salivated and crawled towards the alluring debris -
 kam dragging dirty clothes behind him. Zah-
 kissingstomach fluid and rumbling
 crawled and crawled, when suddenly she caught a bla-
 divine and unearthly smell, it was
 the delicious smell of yesterday's, still warm
 filthy, slop wafting here in the stinking night
 the breeze through the slightly open window.
 Instincts worked instantly and within minutes
 chickpea, the salivating larva has already knocked out
 rushed out into the street to meet the amazing
 the stench...                              
      The smell beckoned, and soon it became completely wild.
 The larva reached its source.
 A huge lake of viscous, brownish-greenish
 slurry rested almost in the center of the gigantic
 radioactive waste dumps. Melted-
 xia capacitors and resistors coated
 rust and soot crunched under the feet
 tentacles and crumbled into dust. Having published
 inarticulate scream, maddened by
 the frenzied instincts of the larva rushed
 forward to the blessed source...    
      The last rays of the setting sun
 fell in red reflections onto the dark floor
 the surface of the landfill was illuminated by an eerie, unearthly 
 huge pieces of twisted
 metal stretching all the way to the horizon
 ta.  Ugly, black shadows cut through them
 completing the psychedelic picture of death and
 destruction. Near the radioactive lake
 hung with uneven scarlet reflections standing
 la dark carcass.                          
      ...Consciousness was returning.  As
 as hunger subsided, they poured into the brain
 strange memories mixed with streams
 incomprehensible information that was filled out
 her whole being. Whirlwinds of mysterious symbols
 fishing was crowded in my head, looking for a way out.        
      The hunger has subsided. Belching loudly adored
 the hatched larva crawled away from the lake and
 licked. Now you could think about
 overnight stay.  Looking around and intending
 Tiv as a target is an old shabby ho-
 After the boat she hit the road.        
      The refrigerator was amazingly dirty
 zen, arranging
 make yourself comfortable
 inside and
 closing behind
 fight the door
 happy   
 larva
 Rushed into
 dream.  And take-
she told her that
 she bought
 imagine a Pentium,
 or even
 two, with sit
 rum (24x
 high-speed), 
 with columns
 and 24-inch
 second monitor, with a 1.7 Gb hard drive and
 three disk drives (one three-inch and
 two five-inch), with a printer, scanner,
 copier and server (even two). sitting
 plays Tetris, enjoying the graphics and
 sound, dirtying the keyboard and happily smelling
 growling with excitement.                
      Bright sunlight penetrated into the
 icebox through numerous holes
 in the door and body. Yawning sweetly and
 hitting his head against the wall without dropping anything
 the bellowing larva woke up and looked around.
 Not finding anything attractive, she
 fortified herself with the remains of rotten fruit,
 found here, and pushing the door
 poured out.                           
      The sun was beating down mercilessly, the dump looked like
 put it on a hot frying pan. For many
 nothing alive was visible for miles around,
 only a lone larva slowly crawled along
 its surface.                          
                                          
               ...the end...08.13.97 Ulyanovsk.