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Extremely mixed – the roles of wolf and deer.
Cold ice is melting under poles' hat,
All structures sink, both shelty and chateau,
While cities slowly getting dull and black,
Earths blood is flowing vainly like Merlot.
New mountains grow with uranium pieces,
Among mainlands there's war for bread,
While goods are converted to misses,
Greybeard stands still and shakes his head.
Too much ambitions – for rescue drakkar,
No helpful hand, appearing from skies;
Though slave has rights, he'll never be a tsar,
No matter, how far the progress flies.
Events press cruelly on consonant concord,
From edge of horizon keep moving off the reel;
When it's the time for evolutional effort
To be destroyed like crum with sharpest heel?
The new hero
Welcome, the new type of hero!
Outstanding modern portrait:
Cool equipment number two-zero,
Belonging to label
Low level of braking distance,
Full drive and medical tap;
He leads so virtual existence,
This gentleman in black velvet.
Organic whole of brain and phone
Is rushing deeply through wi-fi,
His dreams, concerned on iron throne,
Can see no heaven since we die.
Running up to career heights,
Just found – his soul was sold;
By crossing out rest of candidates,
One day he'll occupy the world!
His life – with glass – is much more deep,
White magic powder – out of trend.
The sweetest nicotinic strip
Will finally destroy the lucky end.
Angel’s Factory
(Short science fiction story)
It was 2198 in the United Human Society (UHS). Working day started as usual – the Soul Space Lab (SSL) was full of scientists, strange machines and volunteers, balancing between life and death. One brilliant method was used for the last years: when a person was put into induce coma, so that his conscious became autonomous. Then through special wires and mind lenses the conscious was collected and reflected – like a narrow ray of specific radiation it was sent to the objects of deep space. This was a type of space research, relatively cheap and safe, and at the same time – the human inner core tutorial. Some people, who used to like computer games about 150 years ago, who still needed escapism and alternative way of life, found the incarnation of their dreams here. There also were those left alone, without relatives and friends, injured physically or mentally, moneyless beggars and adventurers. A kind of shelter and university, job and hobby for those mentioned above. The unchained conscious of volunteers was called by scientists “soul birds” and inhabited a few hundred planets, basing settlements and carrying out various experiments. Soul birds were transformed to the invulnerable form during their journey, so no heat or frost, gravity or weightlessness could cause harm for those creatures. Really convenient, despite the fact that soul’s success was still depended on the body’s state.
This meant that if something wrong occurred with the body, the soul’s existence was modified immediately – more for the worse than for the better. In such case the main aim of the scientists on Earth was to control the body and its stability during all the space journeys. One more thing that had been discovered just few months ago – the so-called «angel’s process». When the body on Earth died, while his soul bird was in the deep space, it became…an angel. The way how it happened was rather clear: to exist and to travel every soul needed a kind of body, through which it may be controlled and had the strong connection with. When the body on Earth died during the soul’s journey to the space or back, it tried to find any other object for incarnation. More likely it was a bird, because they were the only living creatures flying and spending their lives in the higher layers of atmosphere. So, after a short evolution these spirits acquired wings and the ability to become visible and physically tangible. Finally, they became those we called Angels. Sometimes there were strange (from the first opinion) requests from the people taking part in experiments. They asked a doctor to kill their body during his soul travelling. They wanted to rise and shine as an angel…often because they wanted to endure difficulties of life on the planet no more. If this would have been 150 years ago, more likely that there would occur religious movements with some mysterious leaders, gathering money rather than Heaven’s bliss. In our days people passionate about the idea to become an angel, that could be easily found everywhere, constituted almost a kind of social class.
But…they did not know the very truth. They did not know how many attempts were needed for all those souls to retrieve body. The did not know how many of them fell down and totally disappear; or – got a spill, changed the polarity and found out themselves no more spirits of light, but dark and nasty creatures. They were standing at the beginning of evolution, demanding more than usual set of features, but extraordinary abilities and talents to jump – and reach the top you had been searching for. That’s why SSL was often called “Angel’s Factory” – just like music competition held about 200 years ago (Star Factory, X-Factor), and of course because this lab was a full time “producer” of angels at a good pace. There was one story, the funny one, connected with the lab. One day a shy woman called Alina came in with the strong intention to become an angel. She was depressed by everything around – stupid and stanning work, boyfriend betrayal, father’s death and misunderstanding with relatives. She wanted to die, or…to do it beautifully, bringing more benefits to the UHS. There was one extremely handsome doctor, Roman, famous for his almost opera singing and deep psychological knowledge.
– Please, Roman, do your best. We need this girl to stay alive, or her mother will chase me, – the lab boss asked.
And Roman really tried, but the girl seemed to be like a dense forest – the more he was persuading her, the more she was keeping distance. He was really handsome. She thought: “Oh, such a pretty doc…what if he had been my boyfriend…Yes, it’s really better to die than to stay here – with him physically, but not mentally”. The last session started – after a few training “trips” Alina was ready to make an attempt, to jump into eternity, to tempt her fate. All the wires were plugged in, hungry machines – ready to get new spiritual food, and Alina was slowly losing her memory, mind and soul forever. Roman looked sad, in such cases he was always singing. Suddenly one very old song crossed his mind. It was about the last day on Earth, about love, sorrow… and time for miracles. Straight after – one miracle happened. Alina, almost felt asleep, woke up, opened her eyes and stood up from the bed. Wires, droppers, plasters – all this scrub scattered on the floor.
– We were dancing, listening to this song with my ex-boyfriend, who left me, – she told slowly, – So, in the beginning I wanted to die… But your voice… I can listen to this song gor ages, if you sing it.
– Pretty wonderful, – he exclaimed, – Probably, your ex-boyfriend wanted to take your place?
– I don’t know. And don’t mind any more… – after this notice she fainted.
– Oh, sheet, – Roman sighed, but it was too late to take any action.
Next day he saw a new angel, shining brighter than others. He saw her often since then and noticed that she was the first spirit singing. Fortunately, Alina pushed the evolution forward, starting a new kind of air creatures – unlike ordinary angels with white wings, hers were golden. The best graduate of Angel’s Factory. Oh, as I told this story was funny… and it really was. The point was that the same day Roman got the first government order – one thousand of golden angels – for the special kind of job: to represent the society in the Universe and to protect its boarders. One more accident was leading to one more stupid inquiry.
– Government order… – he repeated and started laughing, – The humanity is so funny: one step forward, one hundred of steps back, really!
Then he asked for a few hours to think, closed the door and made himself the injection of slow-acting poison. Very quickly he inserted the complicated combination in the machine controlling program, cut most of wires, increase the electrical tension and laid down on the bed. In just ten minutes all the machines exploded, destructing ambitious human plans. The same time one more golden angel appeared, the second – and the last one. Since then he was always trying to catch up the first one, but no success. Like perpetuum mobile they were moving one by one, non-stop, and soon – to see them “dancing” this way became the good omen for every creature. They were reminding the humanity of its most stupid mistakes and at the same time bringing hope and joy to this multifaceted world…
Thirteen Fallen Snowflakes
Prologue
Many years ago there was a warm climate on our planet; so that people didn’t celebrate winter holidays, because snow never flew. A bright constellation, consisted of thirteen cold stars, was seen high in the sky every night. In a small European village there lived a nice curious girl called Alice. During many years she had been dreaming of winter times that would come soon to the Earth, and composed poems devoted to the Snowflake constellation. This girl was so different from the others, and her songs were so wonderful that even the cold stars slowly began to melt down. One ordinary December day the whole constellation disappeared and only thirteen miniature snow-flakes fell down to the surface of the Earth. They found Alice and told her thirteen Christmas stories before the last snowflake died in the warm air. Since then every December a lot of snowflakes cover the Earth, and in honor of fallen therteen Snowflakes every spring they melt down. Alice collected all the stories, but she didn’t have children, and then this manuscript was lost. Some pieces of mysterious thirteen stories passed from generation to generation and had been kept for us in this book.
Short story #1. The Christmas cake.
It was 22nd of December and Lina, as usual in the evening, was sitting in old brown armchair near the large window. This girl was twenty-two years old and, while studying in technical institute, she had to live in squalid hostel in the outskirts of Hamburg. Lina’s parents, although they were divorced, lived in Elmshorn, where the girl spent her happy and carefree childhood. One day her strict parents decided that their daughter needed good technical education, so they sent her to a big modern city, against girl's will. But it was ordinary for Lina to trust her parents; so she flew to Hamburg and studied technology there. It was the last year of her education and Lina was thinking of better life in another city and in different conditions. This evening was a rare moment, when the girl was alone in the whole room, so she could dream and write something in her small diary. By the way, Lina was drawing on the pages of a notebook much more often than writing lines of poem. She was the great dreamer, and her dreams, broken by reality, found their embodiment on the sheet of paper.