-The plane is ready!
-No. It’s not! We haven’t tested the influence of the ionizing rays upon the human....
-Have you tested the influence of the Siberian temperature upon the human body?!
Doc!
- Товарищ Адмирал. Прошу. Не делайте этого! (Comrade Admiral.Please.Do not do that!)
- It is better if it could be tested once than think of it ten times!
- Товарищ Адмирал. Самолёт не готов.(Comrade Admiral. The aircraft is not ready.)
Doc- call lieutenant Orlov- (I have read all characteristics and I think everything will be normal. Comrade Admiral). Разрешите выти на выполнение тестового полёта?! (Let me do the test fly. )
Admiral Gorbunov stopped and stared into the young testing pilot’s eyes.
-The machine is yours, captain!
-I’m a lieutenant Fellow Admiral.
-No.You are a captain now on. Thank you for the braveness, son! Do it!
-Yes sir!
Captain Jury Orlov turned round statute and paced to the polo-neck cheerfully.
- Адмирал. Не надо терят ребёнку! (Admiral . We should not lose the child!)
- The time is long past when he was a child. And from today on he is certainly a man. Let’s see! The set going in 15 min. After twenty min the The man on duty in the range in Kazalkum called in the conversational outfit:
- Взлёт произошол нормально. Все характеристики в норме.(he start passed normally. All the characteristics are in norms.)
Admiral Gorbunov looked down sharply and did something which wasn’t typical on his white hair and his long time army serving in The Ex Soviet Union.
- Yesss!!!
And Doctor Stoltsin, the head of the project ”Stratoplan Earth”, bow his eyes down and murmured in a mixture of enthusiasm and gratefulness:
- Юра, Юра! Yurrah, Yurrah. What have you done!? You pulled the science in ten years time further ahead.
* * *
It was dark outside. I passed through the roadway and wriggled through the cars parked on the sidewalk. Suddenly two kids I have seen to look over the cars parked around, when I was comming, came off the building corner. It was non of my bussiness, but all of a sudden I desided to take a foto of that. I turned he microcam on and catched them one by one as they were passing by me.
Cameras are not recommended in such a small distance, because in spite of the advanced technology, the engineers did not succes avoiding that annoying "suuut- tsuut" sound when the film re-reels. In much responsible operations that sound could coast me much, but today I was not in an action and I could affort that little risk. A fotocopy, off course could me made by a digital record from that I have seen during the period , but the previous time it turned to be that I have been near a highvoltage electric wiring and the digital record has been spread from the magnetic field. So that I do not believe to the high technology. The microfilm in the cam is 3 mm wide, but remarkable by it’s dividing ability. I have got an object-glass in each eye, which takes the image both into the digital memory and the film tape, if it could be called the slight filament of the diffusion material at all, which after being taken from my head is put under the processing of seven men, five from which proffesors. I was sure that the pictures will be perfect now, without those annoying slopping lines, scratched by the “outside effect upon the electronics”. It is always an excusement of the engineers for the loads of defects, connected to the electronic brains. So I could catched the two guys, but the last one seems to hear that terribly “tsuuut- tsuu-ut”. He turned round in amazement and looked over me. I granted him with the most emollient smile and he went after the rest. But it seems that I couldn’t put him off the scent.
* * *
- Bastard. I’ m telling you. He seems to take a pic of us.
- Watch your turnscrew, idiot! You’ve become panic-stricken somehow. You want to cause a problem from nobody. What do you thing?! Think that that job is easy?!.. Hu?!...You just have to the wheel trolley and that’s it? It’s yours. You need a patience here. A lot of patience. Those casual passers-by should be wait, like that one to get away, you have to look around once again and if everything is OK- you go out on the stage and operate. And for such nervous and flurry trainee like yourself, there is no place here. They always come off at the bottom. And if you did the same thing again I will put you back in “the thirty-eight” to study your stupid spelling-books. And if someday you start crying to me for money- can you see this?! – and the Young’un waved his dirty fist. I will pummel your face. Tomy continue working on the back breaking-lights patiently in silence. It’s not that the young’un wasn’t right about that kind of work but he hasn’t heart the squirt sound was coming from the head-stock that clearly?! But Tomy has heart it…Pretty clearly…and distinctly. And how could his brane wave him that man would take a foto of them?!...Ha?! Where has he heart that sound? Come on! This breaking light get stuck…He guessed right.
- Young’un! Bro. Forget about this night, but when we go home,please, take a foto of mе twice with the digital camera the stupid fellow of your sister has bought her for her birthday?!
- Ass-s! You are getting freak?!- The young’un turned his head suspiciously and continued pulling the car head-lights off. It’s always a thrill to pull a car spare parts off with an alarm switched on, and it’s well paid from those bandits at the service-station. It’s true that the spare parts they receive are very cheap, but what is all that for you. Both happy…Otherwise it’s not easy. Well. It happens sometimes to make a mistake and the alarm to start peeping earlier, bu-u-t nobody was born professor. Begginers should be leaded in the handicraft. Only Tomy seems to be a cool guy, but then happened to talk nonsense?!...Except if that’s true.?!...Uh?!- Thought the Young’un. As if he had heart kind of whizz, but there are lots of noise at the street!
Well! What does it cost him?! They will check it with his sis’s cam. She uses it only like an adornment, surely.
* * *
- Shit! - hissed the Young’un, after Tomy’s clicing with the camera.Think I heart that before!
Tomy was treading on air inwardly. It’s such an ease when someone confesses, you are right.
- It’s not good because I can’t explain how that whizz was coming out from his head?! Have they put such stuff in his head, by any chance?!- he pointed the new ”Datacon”, which The Young’un was holding like a big stone.
- Bustard. Shit. What’s happening here?! – The Yong’un trew the tools on the sofa evilly. – I hate being in the dark! The only thing left is if the man with the cameras in the head appears to be from the police, be sure that all of us will be fucked off in the prison. We’ll stay there forever.
Things are getting serious. Thei realize the gravity of the situation for the first time.
- We are stopping! – whispered Tomy.
- Shit! - The Young’un hissed. It was a good bargain. We have to think of something different. The only thing we need is a police slate. Think is too early to have it. – They will fucked a lot of people with that whizzing sound . How could they make it up. – Fuck off!
He stopped walking across the room nervously, looked up Tomy and said:
- Come on! Off with you! And keep your mouth shut or I will wiped you out!
- He wasn’t afraid. The Young’un could see the good point. They would pass beyond “competition” with that whizzing scarecrow. And he would become a monopolist in the business. With all the benefits included.
Tomy got up from the sofa and started walking around the room thoughtfully. Why the Young’un fear suddenly vanished into thin air?!
* * *
Yes-s-s. Those young shaver will definitely become wizened if I sent them a photo stamped with a promissory note at its back side and a kind of message like “if you do that once again…etc.” We’ve got the best equipment in our “Centre”, so it won’t be of any difficulty to take a look at the police files at all. Yesterday I gad about the local district and I saw two “night gringoes” to hang around school 38, seemed to be down in the mouth about something. The rest – like names and addresses – that’s easy.
* * *
- Bustard! – Tomy cryed when he picked up the telephone receiver. Do you know what I received by the morning post?!
- Hush, mug! My family haven’t left for work yet. They will hear you shouting and it will get bad – The Young’un look around guilty and he waved his hand for good bye in such a friendly manner that his poor mother, thought for a minute she’s got a decent child on her way out for work.
Then she throw that thought out of her mind immediately.
- Tell me now, what’s wrong?
- A postcard from the cops. With a message on it’s bach. I knew he had catched us with a camera.
-… Hush! Don’t panic! When did you find it?
- This morning. – mumbled Tomy. – I was going to school and…
- Did you get up earlier this morning?!
-Ha…Yes…Believe or not! Something was keeping me gnawing whole night and I woke me up at five o’clock…
I was turning over in bed and I got up. I took my saddlebags and what could I do – I went to school.
My father was about to have a stroke, seeing me so early- rising.
As I went down I saw an envelope’s thin end was coming thru. I looked around, there was nobody, I pulled the envelope and when I opened it, I was going to shit in my pants.
I was there standing in real. You know what was like that night. I don’t want to explain by the telephone… And you can’t say it is clogged, but the photo is super. I couldn’t say it wasn’t me.
-Well, I never! Shit!
- And did you go downstairs?!-
- Why?!
- Well…?! Don’t know?! You can have a greeting note as well!?
The Young’un didn’t wait for Tomy to finish his sentence, he rushed out like a bullet out the house. He went with his head down the stairs – he has no time to wait for the lift. He took nine floors for a sec and was just on time to see how his mother was walking away behind the corner. That brought him in question and what will happen if she has opened the post box before him?!
..
Ha-ha-a-a! But she hasn’t – The Young’un made a sigh of relief when he saw the right-angled envelope with the badge of the promissory note in the post box. He opened it in eagerly. Hey! Super. I am looking like Mel Gipson on this photo. He was very pleased even though the situation was very serious. He get scared. Then he went up-stairs, using the lift this time and he met his father at the doorway:
- Where have you been squirt? Why did you leave the door open? And put the telephone receiver on its place!
- O-ph-ph. He was lucky his father wasn’t care. Other wise if that was his mother, she was going to ask all sorts of questions. She was keeping a close watch on her son’s aberrational behaviour. It wasn’t having any effect, but she was thinking she was helping him a lot.
The Young’un picked up the tel receiver:
- Come on! What’s up?! – As if Tomy was reading the seconds.
- What’s up. I’ve got the same note...
The Young’un lapsed into silence. Tomy wasn’t speaking as well.
* * *
I was tapping the line on both of them. That pause in silencemade me understand I was made them afraid- the two of them. I knew the are scared enough and they won’t make a grab for somebody else’s. The continuation of the conversation wasn’t of any interest for me. I pressed two buttons on the key board and stopped the tapping.
I smiled on.
I think I pulled them from the wrong way. Just for now. And with such an equipment it wasn’t difficult for me.
* * *
Young’un first found his tongue.
- Bustard! Don’t panic! We’ll make a short break and we’ll see each other in a week time! I have to deal something.
- OK. – Tomy replied cheerless and slowly hung up the telephone receiver.
* * *
Things were getting bad. The clever guys had some serious problems with the so called ‘Improved Model’ (IM). I was hanging around. I was like the only one fledgeling between so many eggs around.
I was the only successful model came out after numerous of experiments made by an artificial intellect. But! Here it comes. Things got immovable. I can see the clever heads down casted. They are hanging around, like sluggish gooses. They are not in a mood for disputes. Rumours says, that the government will stop the project subsidies.
They are trying to make a totally new, self-trained brain, which although all possible information it is still difficult to be made in the way to think and fell or have any sense of humour.
I am saying a totally new, because my brain is grouped in a haphazard way, without offence anybody. They have used the body and copied the memory of almost dead person, victim of a local bandit attack. He was WITHOUT ANY CHANCES TO RECOVER. They applied all this with the marvel electronics of the present days - A creo-activ polymer’s lattice- An informational vector ( CAPLIV). In a human language this means a folded bicycle loop, where some plasticine is stuffed in its gaps and then they coil a new loops on the ready one, stuffed with plastcine again, and the result after all that is a complicated, over layered and completely individual structure with absolutely unpredictable features – almost like a human brain, if you could be able to imagine it.
And because they were in a rush in the beginning and they didn’t have time to think about the human motor nerve structures, my, if I called them ’ creators’, copied the memory of the man in CAPLIV, put all that in his body again and stuffed more modules, devices and information on the top. As a result it was me came out, who can speak 24 languages, knows all present-days nations and ancient ones history, science and culture with many abilities, which I will tell about if you stay with me until the end of the story.
But my sense of humour is the one I’m most happy about. This is not because of the high technology, but it is by right of succession came from the beaten to death poor man, I think. I can see a superiority sense in my human mind, which is not a result from the wide spectrum of knowledge and abilities inherit. Much of knowledge, memorized in my head were there before, I suppose. It is possible if The man knew things clever heads did not. But in spite of all, sometimes I could feel two souls inside of me, and the feeling of superiority as wel We’ll see is it .unsubstantiated or not…
I often think that if scientists speak about the problems they have, I will understand where they has come from at once and I will help go further on. But… Is it worth?!
Since they keep me back they have to wander in the dark. I won’t pull them from the mud?!
It is like to have a recent model Mercedes in your garage and to show it only in the garden in front your house. I will drive it on the motorway and drive it on top speed.
But…I’m telling you again. It isn’t me that one
* * *
OUTIN is developed by BMA for agents taken captive. Consuming more than 200 mg the preparation ‘detach’ the soul from the body and put under torture, agents do not give out any information. Come under the black market OUTIN quickly turns into the most popular narcotic, base to the one they call ‘naked parties’. An outsider come across such a party could go mad seeing those bodies almost unconscious lying on the ground. The one half consciousness is the driver. This is the disco leading who stays almost ‘sober’, not because the police, but because he should welcome the guests and change the music, wish to those who are ‘outside’. The accurate dose up to 150 mg opens the driver’s senses and he could hear the voices of those who have crossed the border frontier and carries out their wishes. In contrast to the normal parties these are very quiet ones. Because of the sharp sensitivity, as a result by that medicine, the music for example do not have to be at max. No body cries louder than others…What I can tell you…quiet like in a temple.
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