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БОБРУЙСКАЯ КОМПЬЮТЕРНАЯ ГАЗЕТА 8 НОМЕР 08.07.97.
Сегодня в номере:
1.Байки из Бобруйска.
2.Вампир наносит ответный удар.
3.Светская беседа.
4.Kempston Mous.
5.Знание - сила.
6.Ищу работу.
7.С молотка.
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║ 1 ║ БАЙКИ ИЗ БОБРУЙСКА║
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(c) DENIUM MDM 3-51-35
Part I
- Dad, dad, our networks
They brought in a dead man.
(instead of an epigraph)
Rasskazov nervously bit his already bloody lip.
It was immediately obvious that he was very nervous. But the taste of blood still
gave him some peace of mind. Raskazov was nervous. Strongly
was nervous. For five whole days no one has looked at him.
user. I wanted to eat. He had already eaten all the locals long ago, and they
they themselves began to bite others, thereby reducing the already small
daily bread. Of the 'clean' areas, only users with
square and in Rakassi. People from the square approached him reluctantly and very
rarely, and it was too dangerous to appear on Rakassa. Gangs of holo-
Vorez milled around in droves, looking for passers-by in the area.
My stomach growled like a beggar. Rasskazov hasn't eaten for two years
day. He still hoped that some user would still look
to his den, and he won’t have to start the NT of blood, which
he left it for rainy days, although these very days had already come
whether. He didn’t have to feel any shortage of blood - his wife could
bring at least a whole gallon of blood from the clinic, whichfind-
was two steps from his house. But Raskazova only with one
thoughts that this blood was taken from drug addicts, morons and God only knows
someone breaks into a fine, cold sweat and wants to vomit. Him
I liked the blood better, still warm, straight from the artery...
Rasskazov slowly plunged into the sweet world of dreams. When
he still had to go to complete immersion and then orgasm.
just a little bit, crazy screams, shouts, whistles were heard outside the window,
the noise of an approaching car and gunfire from machine guns that instantly
but his sweet dreams were cut short. While Raskazov was leaving
the trance noise came closer. The screams of a woman and the clicking of heels were heard
on dusty asphalt, the roar of a car and the whistle of bullets bouncing off
asphalt. Raskazov jumped up from his favorite chair and ran out into the yard.
Soon he saw in the light of the headlights a small figure, quite plump
a woman who was approaching her end with incredible speed
quarter. She ran so fast that any runner could only
envy. The lady was still screaming something, but the screams were drowned out by the roar
machine guns and the howl of a machine. “Kalashnikov,” I thought unmistakably
Raskazov. When the lady had some time left until the end of the block
two hundred meters, which she could cover in ten seconds, from
some oval object flew forward of the car. "Limonka" - in
I thought again Raskazov, and again I was not mistaken. Grenade got it right
the victim between the buttocks,firmly stuck there. A cry was heard: victim
unsuccessfully tried to pull out the lemon at full speed. From the car
They shouted in unison: “Three... Two... One... Boom!” The night lit up
bright red flash. A pile of fragments riddled the dog, which
foreseeing the outcome of the chase, she wanted to profit, but came too close
ran towards the running bomb. She probably didn’t know how to count... Pieces
flesh scattered in all directions. A few drops of blood fell
on Raskazova's face and hands. He carefully licked these drops from his
their hands. My stomach began to ache again, feeling a long-forgotten sensation.
comity. The car turned the corner with a wild screech and chased
new victims. “Mice,” as if summing up everything seen
thought out loud Raskazov. After that he turned around and went to
house Outside the window the sky again lit up crimson... It’s still night
began...
Entering the room where the computer stood, Raskazov hurried
I wonder if another toy has been downloaded from Minsk ZxNet. Ube-
amazed that there were only a few sectors left to the end, he
I thought with joy how the mice finished their performance on time. C
Since the riots began in the city, behind the telephone lines -
They stopped following us because... no one was going to pay for anything
be, so modem heaven began. The last seconds have passed.
Rasskazov looked almost lovingly at the full disc of free
toy The thirteenth in a row, hefinished a complete collection with
all current BBS Minsk Net. For almost ten hours he asked
I have a lot of things to do on my computer, and now you can add to your catalog! Then the users
let's run to him! Rasskazov already imagined how his gate
heaps of 'clean' users are crowding around hoping to purchase new items
from Minsk. Raskazova's dreams were interrupted by the crash of breaking gates and noise
of the entering car. Rasskazov jumped in surprise on his chair,
then he grabbed a crowbar from the floor and ran out into the yard. He stayed on the porch
new, peering into the dark places under the trees of his garden
(strangely enough, even trees grow in Raskazova’s garden, and
more specifically a palm tree, a coffee tree, several citrus fruits and one
baobab), which were not illuminated by the bright moon (all the light bulbs on the lantern
the pillars were broken long ago). Despite the bright moon, in his yard
it was so dark that you could poke out your eyes. But the dim outlines are
Metas were still visible here and there. Suddenly, at a distance of ten
meters, two figures stood out from the shadows. In their hands were guessed
silhouettes of something heavy and evil. Raskazov felt it almost
with your whole body. The faces of the two remained in the shadows. As if before
sensing something unkind, Rasskazov raised a crowbar with one hand, and with the other...
dragged some piece of paper and put it forward like a cross, which
they direct themselves towards all evil spirits, wanting to protect themselves.
“I have SeaSop’s immunity,” he said in a whisper for some reason.
into the darkness Raskazov.“It won’t help you,” one of the closer ones calmly answered.
moving figures.
“You are violating the user code,” Raskazov whispered even more quietly.
The butt of a machine gun stood out from the darkness. In the blink of an eye he was
right next to Raskazova's eyes. Impact... The citadel floated before our eyes.
At the same time, an awesome blow with a baseball bat under the knee
made Raskazova scream loudly. He immediately released the crowbar from
hands and grabbed his leg. The crowbar slipped out of Raskazova’s hands and, according to
to all the laws about falling crowbars, it flew right onto my foot. I heard it
a blow to something soft and a wild checkmate of one of the figures:
- Your mother... S..... (censorship does not allow me to give the whole
the text of this abuse) - shouted the nearest figure, jumping on one leg.
The second, not paying any attention to what was happening, opened
kicked the door and walked into the room where the computer stood. The first one is still
Jumping on one leg, she continued to cover her with the most selective obscenities
Raskazova. Raskazov himself was already lying quietly on the cold ground, so
how his previous attempts to get up ended either in a blow to the gut
here, or by briefly disconnecting it from the network due to
hitting the kettle.
“Come here,” the voice of the second figure was heard.
The first firura painfully poked her whole leg into the already beaten
already the side of Raskazova. Two broken ribs caused Raskazova
a sharp pain from which he hastened to lose consciousness. First
the figure jumped into the house. Throughfoggy consciousness Raskazov
I heard the familiar rustle of his flopper. Rasskazov was trying hard
get out of your unconscious state, but in vain. Still not
How many minutes did he lie motionless? Then something stirred
in his head, and he slowly opened his left eye and rolled out his pupil.
After lying there for a minute, Raskazov raised his head. They heard the arrival
licking steps. Two people came out of the house: one had a
a thick pack of floppy disks. There were thirteen of them in total...
“Svolosi!” thought Rasskazov, and immediately received a butt in
pumpkin Everything around went dark. The roar of the engine and the squeal of the brakes were heard.
call Then it became quiet...
Slowly his crippled consciousness came to Raskazov.
When it completely arrived and took its original place, Raskazov
opened his eyes. Gradually, some ideas began to come to mind.
jerks, paintings, drawings, graphics and other mishmash, which are
talked about happy moments, free CDs,
a good idea about the barbaric raid on his hut. All these
the paintings, trampled and badly damaged, ran out noisily,
slamming the door hard. Raskazov winced nervously and
sending several malicious curses towards the briskly running away
Thoughts, he carefully stood up. When he accepted more or less faith
the ticking position (stood on his haunches) in his head began
sooooo... (usually this happens when in the morningyou wake up-
from a big hangover) Only thanks to the incredible stamina
you, Rasskazov didn’t fall off the porch. Slowly rearranging the
Lazily, he crawled into the house. When Raskazov crossed the threshold, his body,
Feeling safe, she whined and whimpered, asking
owner even a drop of blood. It knew very well that the owner
stores NZ. But Raskazov’s mind still resisted: he didn’t want to
I was about to start the last bottle of 'clean' blood. But soon
the mind succumbed to the agitation of the body. Raskazov crawled to the refrigerator and
took out a bottle of champagne from there, on the neck of which
a baby's pacifier was pulled on. Putting the pacifier in his mouth, he greedily
began to suck blood mass. When the bottle is empty, Raskazov
it got much better. He felt a surge of strength and vigor.
“These mice are still crawling towards me!” he said to someone in the dark window.
but Raskazov. He didn’t even notice that he lisped: front left
the fang was broken, the mice got into trouble.
Rasskazov looked thoughtfully at the phone. He seemed to freeze,
staring at him. After a few seconds he loudly and clearly
answered his thoughts:
- No! (Rasskazov was still looking at the phone bewitchingly) B
it sounded defiant in the empty room. After a few more
seconds he shouted even louder and threateningly:
- Low! (he was still staring at the phone) There was a
la silence, or rather she hanged herself.
- I them myselfDastan! With these bare hands! - said
Rasskazov on the phone, showing him her hairy, shaking hand
ki.
The phone was eloquently silent.
- I them... Yes I them... Yes we them...! - Rasskazov raged.
Grabbing the knife, he lustfully thrust it into the peacefully standing
telephone on the table. There was a ding.
“Yessss!” Rasskazov shouted in a fit of rage.
- Here you go! Here you go! - he shouted, sticking and sticking into the jingle-
phone that protects from mortal wounds.
The requisition did not last long. The half-broken telephone suddenly
rattled. Rasskazov stopped sticking the knife into him, picked up the phone and
calmly asked:
- Yes?
At the other end of the line, someone sobbed loudly.
- Is it you, Jass?
Someone blew his nose into the phone.
- Ahh, you're Greek.
They snorted angrily into the phone.
“And you?” Raskazov cried questioningly.
A pitiful howl came from the receiver.
- And how?
Hysterical crying broke out on the phone.
- I them... Yes I them... Yes we them...! - he got excited again
Raskazov.
They sniffed maliciously into the phone.
The knife in Raskazova’s hand flashed in the air again, striking the phone
the final fatal blow. The phone became quiet...
Rasskazov, laughing maliciously, sat in his favorite chair.
A very, very bloody plan for reprisal against
mice...
For a long time, it stood over the city, full of horror and fear, frozen
soul-satisfying laughter...end of first part
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