Текст книги "Don't kill"

Автор книги: Boris Gorowoi

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And only the immortal Maher will finish the greatest bright civilization. And, when he will bring this building to perfection, he will voluntarily leave, as first biblical patriarchs had left. Maher will see new generations and they will be a lot. He will be a good and a fair father of the land, the governor-general of the sky, the master of life, death and short human happiness.

He will build for himself Maher’s special institute of Health with all unprecedented achievements. Sometimes, he will attend his preventive clinic, which will be as beautiful as Eden. In his institute they will create elixirs for the early diagnosis of depression, anxiety, loneliness, destruction of personality the great people suffered.

Michael will be always full of energy and a picture of health till the end of his last voluntary day. He will not clone himself and create his own people, as Genghis Khan did, having six hundred sons. Because it is vanity. Instead of it, Maher will be the first who will be curbed by the time like a hot uncontrolled wild horse. He will decide by himself when to be or not to be.

It will not distort desirable, try to create a legacy for his descendants, and then hardly trying to identify himself. He will not see with sadness and despair that his great work will be taken away during his life, spiritual worldview combination will be steadily falling and, at the end, it will stop in the depths of time.

Here is your new, beautiful, powerful house full of life and prosperity, which has already began cracking with first invisible cracks. The facade revetment is covered with numerous cobwebs, threads of the beginning are lost, once cheerful soul of the house turns into pupate. And it is empty, as the abandoned old puppet theater, and then all fall apart, going under demolition. That is an unfathomable great essence of time.

That’s why Skull is not going to build a great dynasty. He will leave by himself. He will divide himself to the elements and synthesize great essence of love. Let Maher will be better alone, like a conqueror sud africa Chucky. And if love exists, it will be the only and true one.

Michael ran quicker. A beautiful far vision began to disappear. Instead of it, with a relief close-up, there approached a cruel inside out reality, edged with dense layers of fading hope and clumsy faith of flight.

An incredible fight of the peoples against Maher began. On the one side there was Maher’s genius, on the other one there were seven billion of free people. The stake is the crown of the world.

His huge invisible army of staunch and bitten slaves, if it was necessary, increased with new recruits. They were opposed by billions of people in the whole world who wanted freedom.

Because freedom is not only a board and a sail.

*

Reality is always concrete. To become the master of the Earth, he had to suppress the resistance of two hundred and fifty competitors, governors of large and small states, to destroy the enemy by any means, to discourage them, by radical ways, away any desire to undermine his throne. Let the planet be plunged into bloodshed again and Grim Reaper be satisfied with heavy sacrifices. And while a gloomy reaper satisfies universal hunger, Skull will be the first who will be able to restrain the death. At the Maher’s throne, by his order, there will be patiently waiting a lot of human passions, and the willful death which will serve the table of the imperishable. He is the only and the younger admitted to go behind the curtain of the immortals feast.

He was calm. A few minutes later, Maher will completely disappear from any radar. Enemies will be looking for his false residences, where they will find only death. A few months later Skull will accept a new order of peace, which is now eternal and the only in the world.

Maher turned his platinum bracelet, entered a long code, a granite wall quietly opened wide with a black call of the cave. He entered the silence. For fifteen years, thousands of workers have been creating in the depths of the earth that masterpiece. Then, everybody became Maher’s soldiers. Their memory has been completely erased and destroyed. Those soldiers could do only simple things. They were cannon fodders.

*

Having passed through long corridors, lighting the way with a Chinese torch, Michael entered the cabin. Feeling the switch, he turned on the light and looked around his shelter. Maher’s huge library, which he has been lovingly collecting for all his life, was shining with numerous folios. Finally, Michael will be able to embrace isolated human knowledge, which, as if had been cut by someone, probably, with scissors to completely scare a man. In the center there was his favorite huge virtual globe, gleaming with sparks of the war which he started to win. The heart of his silent headquarters was the latest electronic equipment, which could be envied by the Pentagon. The information has been collecting by diverse passive sensors which were extremely difficult to find. If he had to go on the air, it was accompanied by interferences similar to the lightning of Zeus.

In the Maher’s house were robots, mostly Japanese, which he has been collecting everywhere. They were twenty-four-hours cleaning, making coffee, cooking for Michael, feeding his dogs and cats, watering the plants, repairing malfunctions and shining. His big pride was a special room for relax. There were all modern achievements for fitness.

For his fifty years, Maher hadn’t experienced a true love. The angel who was connecting hearts had never flown over the miserable. He hadn’t felt as the beginning of one person looses, continuing in another one. He didn’t see a smile of the Creator’s son forgiving those who has fallen in love and became single inconceivable heaven cloud.

Michael did not admit women close to him, by a specific reason. Chaos of his business, loneliness, incredible plans were waiting patiently: an appropriate impeccable necklace, a woman of dreams, his children, a celestial husband of Gaia double. He was looking for a woman on the ground, in the air and in the Internet cloud. But never in his life his eyes had flashed from a secret happiness, unknown pleasure which is rarely experienced by the ordinary mortals. Suspecting that it happens, he decided to solve this problem in a scientific way.

A forever young emperor who will own the globe for thirty-five thousand five hundred twenty-five days, had to become a part of the eternal world of clockwork, to dare to be a governor, a conductor between the celestials and mortals. In the world revolution Maher will be the beginning and a single master of the new world order. A few severe years later, there will be peace and prosperity all around the globe.

And then, during quiet peaceful years, Michael will travel around the world in search of future Empress, calculate the burning of two beings. And if there will not on the earth the only one, he will go down to his own Hades to his double, an invented ghost.

While he will be satisfied with his harem where he had been waited for by thousands of beautiful women receiving, for a moment, a second life bright like a flash of passion.

*

Maher turned on his virtual ball, which he lovely called "Mom" and stared at the planet. Skull’s money was moving in blue, bright purple, with white lightning colors. It was only a small bluish streaks on the background of a golden money.

The biggest was in deep color there was shining golden calf of the north eastern America. The lesser one was glittering an old-Europe headed with the crown of Great Britain. In the east, with the bends of bright tails were playing southeast dragons. One could clearly guess a big fat belly of China. Not far there was glittering a fantastic swing of the Japanese katana.

However, the gold of the world has been thoroughly surrounded by the Maher’s soldiers, dressed in brown and grey-green khaki.

On-line one could see as there were lightning extinguishing golden stock exchanges, banks and storages of money and gold, as there was a battle of the khaki color and as stubborn opponents surrendered.

Finally, there lit new dazzling blue stars!

Maher smiled and could not stop trembling in his hands. He did it! He turned on the organ and thoughtfully played several scattered musical melodies. He poured tart wine, Chateau Cheval Blanc of 1947 which cost $ 300,000 per bottle, enjoying the bouquet of its taste.

*

Suddenly, Michael felt that someone, having showered chill, was looking at his neck. Having tasted the Chateau he slowly turned and looked a badly lit corner of the large room around. Having turned off all sounds for some time, he stood still, listening to the piercing silence. His big face covered with sweat. For a moment, he calmed down. Having taken out a big Colt, he looked into dark corners of the vast residence. Skull could not get rid of the thought that someone was hiding nearby. He turned back bedspreads, opened doors, looked under the tables, behind the curtains, into closets, open drawers and chests, as if playing hide and seek. His heart was beating like when he was fifteen, in rainy cold night on the corner in the Bronx.

Maher slowly aimed his Colt and looked up. He felt that he would see. Having closed his eyes, he began to shoot. With trembling hands, he changed charges. A dry crack of single shots changed with short automatic bursts.

*

For the first time since his youth, Michael was bitterly crying. He knew that his great mission, his incredible huge work disappears, like morning fog. Having taken away the Colt, he knelt. Something flowing colorful translucent hung over them at a height of three meters. Maher sadly raised his hands then he bowed and touched his feet, as if they didn’t exist. Having clenched his face with force, he looked up. He dropped the gun away. He awkwardly fell down on a warm silicone floor with a crash. Skull could not understand who was in front of him. It seemed to him that it was partially transformed Colonel. Or the ancient Volh? And maybe his father, whom he has not seen? Or, bloody Berik was falling on wet asphalt.

Something was both far and close, and a little higher. Maher felt warm in the whole body which he had never felt. Probably, it was the heavenly mercy? Or, probably, the love which Michael has never experienced?

"You are elected and you can reach the other side. But you have to leave the abyss of time, not to drown in the rapids. Leave only unblemished mercy in the boiler of Chronos ".

Maher knelt. What he felt was irreversible for him.

The angel was leaving far, and then disappeared.

Stupefied he went to the exit. Incredible lightness and rejoicing filled his soul. For the first time he was free, breaking endless shackles on himself. Gears of the world, invented by him, stopped.

Having thought a bit, Maher took off a bracelet with his immortality, chucking him out forever. The bracelet has been spinning on a smooth floor for a long time.

Nearby there was a lifeless Colonel’s body. Michael hoisted Dux on his back and went upstairs.

To the light, breathing, grass, birth.

*

In summer 2018 the War of the Immortals, as it was called ended. Some pockets of conflicts broke out, causing destruction and chaos in some regions of the globe. For the first time the war touched all countries and peoples of the world. Total amount of dead people were hundreds of millions. During the conflicts in 2016-2017, the civilization couldn’t elude multiple nuclear explosions, leaving lifeless infected waste grounds.

The UN building was an area of the continuous human passions battle and desperate shooting. In the end, the former wild mahers of Harlem took the UN building away brick by brick.

In August 2018 in Greenland was opened a new huge international complex of skyscrapers, based on the concepts of the UN, UNESCO and non-government organizations. A new name, TCATC "a tree of creatures and threats of the civilization", was the hope of mankind. The latest generation started a complex solution like the Bill of Human Rights. Modern priests showed ordinary people knowledge of large and small creatures’ hierarchies.

Unfortunately, of course, a realm of delusions couldn’t change the nature of people. Flatulence, fights, hatred, whispering of gossip, persistent insanity, fierce hatred, envy, vile blows at the dusk left social groups in cynical narrow boundaries, sometimes breaking a thin common cover of humanity. But step by step, at schools appeared new subjects, reducing closed information and following notorious lie.

In new Godthab in Greenland there were formulated: "Bill on Freedom of Information," "Right to knowledge of other beings and other civilizations" and “Prohibition of the destruction of the creatures”. The foundation of the TCATC was laid in the concept of saving diversity of creatures and searching for the balance.

Finally, for the first time, there was declared an official doctrine that armed conflicts were direct violation of human rights. Official or unofficial war, as barbarism and incredible savagery, began since that moment to be classified as a crime and was completely prohibited. There began blurring of the boundaries between two countries.

In the TCATC there was created a governmental organization to resolve power struggles. Prohibition of war and burying the ax was certainly a naive dream of most people. As always, conflicts shook the globe. But above armed conflicts appeared a powerful Rapid Reaction Corps, which not only permit to light a fire of the major war, but also to sent quickly kings and suites to the Worldwide Police and then to the dock. A very grave crime was considered by the court in Godthab as contractual wars.

*

After the lessons of war in 2015-2018 was adopted declaration: "Equal and obligatory right for treatment for every inhabitant of the Earth." On these pages, along with the Hippocratic oath there were: the prohibition any state of military and biological secret research, complete and obligatory holding of the scientific research and the fight against corruption. It was written, that no man or a social group doesn’t have any right to additional benefits for treatment, medicine and a special right to longevity.

Epilogue

Early June morning 2019 in the foothills of Altai there was a crowd of village gapers. Yesterday at the Stone Mountain they put a huge multicolored balloon. Several workers have been assembling that incredible miracle for the whole day. They said that the Montgolfier was brought from Japan.

Everyone wanted to know who would be in the gondola. A house on the Stone Mountain appeared suddenly, as if out of air. Nobody had ever lived on the top earlier. Evil long tongues whispered: "It's clear, probably, the authorities had been paid a lot!"

The house was like a small medieval castle with the turrets of grey stone. They said that the tower has been built by mythical sons. Someone laid with them the foundation. But then those sons disappeared. It was said that they were from the town or even from abroad, from big houses.

Inhabitants of the castle hadn’t been seen by anybody. At night, there was a light in the window and sometimes there appeared dark shadows. Ubiquitous boys were observing a lean grey-haired retired serviceman. Once they saw him on a huge rock and some big Skull, bushy eyebrows and black eyes. They were silently sitting on the hill, frying tortillas on the fire and observing endless divine mountains, sparkling with rare sunbeams. And as if from somewhere came a dark-eyed beauty with charming kids.

The boys were telling that somehow very serious people came from the country. Put the post. They also saw there snipers. But the inhabitants as if vanished into thin air. A few days later they left. The boys were given a phone number to call in case of need. Local police did not mysteriously notice the building, as if they were blind.

That’s why there was a fair amount of people, probably a half of the village, and many of them from the country.

*

For the whole night Colonel has been putting papers in order. He had to finish the concluding remarks of the manuscript. A volume archive and crumpled drafts flew into the fireplace embers, bent and crumbled to dust.

Gerhard Brenner was able to pass the boundary and enter the first one thousand billionaires, according to Forbes. They said that he, finally, got married Olivia the Princess of Belorechensk. Durmus Ekidzhe, a Turk, was awarded posthumously with the Iron Cross "A Cross of Honor of Bundeswehr" and his ashes had been scattered in Pullach near Munich, in the fifteenth year. Ari Pick Hasia-Butcher, has been promoted and moved to Tel Aviv.

News about Helmut von Neumann for the last years was very poor. No one even knew where he worked in the United States, in Germany or in Poland.

Vasily Ivanovish was pensioned with respect.

Lieutenant Fung Siu was promoted to a major, he got married and became a father of three children.

And Rona waited for his first grandson and bred new big turkeys.

The conference "“Eternal Health 2015" gradually became something bigger and turned into the world's biggest show. Twice a year, one could see all great scientists together: Arnold Langbo, Dr. Lui Brower, Dr. Harry Posman, Professor Fukuyama, Dr. Aubrey de Grey and even M.Sc Kevin Edwards.

The Elshteins, Thomas and Mari-Therese, became co-organizers of the exhibition and honorary members of the jury. They moved from America to England, became famous and lived somewhere between Manchester and Liverpool.

Dux stood still, holding drafts in his hands. There were their phone numbers. But Colonel knew that they would meet again, the numbers will be unnecessary and one could live and wait for that.

Gavin headed the search of Maher and the Russian after the tanker explosion "UD MIGONETL." The search was not successful. But in 2018 Gavin got, from the President, the Medal of Honor, the highest award of the USA and went on to make a fantastic career.

Gustav Jost von Rosenberg and Witold Elpidiforovich Rosenberg, as the history with the UFO visit in 2015, became another myth, as once it was in 1947.

Colonel was turning up solid archives in the fireplace and in a flash they flashed with bright flames. As if Shade was next to him and looking at the fireplace. He had to languish in prison for ten years by the term. He again mentally returned to his childhood, remembering the saying "A birthplace determines a walk of life". Shadow wrote a big work, which was thicker than the "Capital" by Karl Marx. The work was, probably, called "Drama Under The Sun" in verse. Drafts of doodads were sent via keld to the safe place.

Dux mentally sent him a letter and smiled.

*

A long game in a supervisor and a state convict ended with a zero result. Chiefs owned everything in the country. People without passports were hiding in new settlements, in the taiga, underground and in special houses. If a "wild wolf" does not ask for trouble and did not show himself, he wouldn’t have been touched. So far.

Colonel remembered one of his Siberian childhood stories. One of his great-grandfathers, Peter, during the seizure and arrests did not linger, he harnessed the horse, took his wife and a young daughter and went to the taiga in the night. They have been living for years at the lumbering, sawmill and floats. His daughter born sons. Then he decided to become legal. He had impudently built a huge five-wall log house near the town and sent his grandchildren to school.

Once, the boys gasped, having seen something unheard-of. In the district there were dozens of the coolest cars. The boys made bold to pick their way to the house. They got crazy. A large front room was full of tables with incredible dishes. Peter hugged with some military and said a long toast to friendship. Bosses were shouting loudly and clinking glasses. Vodka was flowing like water. Smoke from cigarettes and tobacco was let loose. By night the party was singing discordantly "Rustled reeds", some workers have already lay under the table, and the guard was shooting at bottles and the ceiling. Mischievous boys ate Moscow sausage, for the first time they drank embassy vodka. In the morning territory of the authority has disappeared like a dream, leaving a total mess. A man in the uniform stuck Peter like a leech. Peter did not risk. A family disappeared under the cover of night and moved on to Sakhalin, then to Central Asia and then to the Urals. Peter built houses with his own hands and left dozens of them.

*

That history repeated years later. The authorities suddenly, at the dusk, came to the castle. The party has been lasting for the whole night. Colonel and Maher were clinking glasses and drank vodka with officials from the center. The drinking company was derisively observed by a black-eyed beauty, covering her kids’ eyes with her hands.

*

Colonel looked at the bottomless high sky, at pure fluffy white clouds that were slowly floating to the south. Since his childhood, he believed that gods lived in the clouds.

The wedge of the belladonna was solemnly floating across the sky and calling, directing to the lake. At the height there were black swifts. At an incredible speed peregrine-hunter rushed to the ground. The day was becoming hotter. Bees were buzzing, crickets were chirping, colorful beetles and butterflies tried to catch the divine feast. An organ of the life symphony began to drone with invisible full low basses.

The crowd greeted Colonel with enthusiastic applauses. Many of them were members of his family tree. Dux peered at people. He felt that he has already seen those people somewhere, in Sosnovka, in Karasuk and in Katunskoe. They passed by generations, most of them tried to leave on the rocks just a vain memory material.

On a huge grey boulder Maher was sitting motionless and did not smile.

A beauty looked at him discreetly with a long look and arrogantly smiled.

*

A colorful balloon slowly rose to the air. An enormous field of sunflowers greeted him with a lot of its solar disk. Blind rain moistened dusty road to the Kolovo. The buckwheat was blossoming like a white immense veil. A huge stone giant has established a border between the plain and the mountains. Behind the first chord hid a warm green valley with rounded green hills, on which there were everywhere flocks of sheep and herds of horses. Somewhere there were shining round vivifying lakes, overgrown with the feather grass.

But it was already cold and smelled taiga. Fierce flows of the mountain rivers tried to take away huge granite boulders. Cedar was growing higher and higher, and in some places there were shining white caps of snow. Suddenly there appeared the plateau like enormous space launching sites.

Colors of grey, brown, aquamarine, purple and red mountains were alternating, reflecting someone's momentary mood.

There opened fanciful heights, the first red guards, precursors of the greatest Gobi Desert. Mountain plateau rise higher and stretched out with a cold lifeless steppe, without rains, with strong ice storms. Only camels were going somewhere in a line and sometimes on the hills appeared sad little towns of Muslim cemeteries.

Villages were without roofs, because they relied directly on the Milky Way.

However, it was only the calm before the storm. Wind was becoming stronger and polyphony of melodies began to turn into unbearable loud ringing. The balloonist was inevitably and swiftly cut into ridge of the fierce highest dark purple mountains snow on the tops.

And Belukha divided the world into day and night.

In the east, in the sky has already opened the night with countless multidimensional steps of a fantastic stairs of starry sky.

And in the west, where the borders of three great countries meet, border guards were attentively observing a sparkling crazy UFO. The soldier wrenched the bolt and aimed at it. The officer looked into the binoculars. For a second, he saw near a crazy look of the madman. He was holding the first handwritten lists of the new book. One could read on the cover: "The trilogy. SIBERIA."

The lieutenant took the gun aside.

– Don’t kill.