Текст книги "Don't kill"

Автор книги: Boris Gorowoi

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– We are also interested in it!

– We are coming to the most interesting. With a huge long-standing practice in the field of NMR in various local places of living organisms with long exposure time, sometimes we saw in vitro, that for some time, local pictures lubricated and turned into white noise. We thought it was annoying intermittent hardware noise, and it didn’t interfere with shooting. However, when there appeared the high-power and high-resolution digital scanners, we were surprised to find that the noise had almost disappeared.

Having armed with our original "NMR microscope," we saw something incredible. The noise, which we are adjusted to, was not noisy but "daily short-term fountains of time” of a single cell.

– As we understand is it a new concept?

– It's just our working title. Our nature invented the way to continuously update the program of the cell’s life, at least, per a day. It is very similar to a software update, and the matrix should be stored somewhere separately. However, to start one cell for a day, one needs an instant energy comparable to the hydrogen bomb. These moments look like absolute chaos. As if all the molecules at the same time, mad, left their orbits, any resonances are discordantly as in quantum mechanics jump like Barabashka, and one can hear a strange sound. The time can turn the opposite direction! In some time the system settles down. But this is an updated young cell.

*

The hall began slowly bursting. Many people unkindly maliciously smiled. Some felt that they were wasting their time.

– Evidence! – they shouted from the audience, it seemed to be Mr. Falco.

– The evidence is more than enough – evilly yelled crimson Thomas. – But I'm ready to debate!

However, an experienced well-known journalist professionally calmed down the audience, using a microphone.

– But how this method can rejuvenate the decrepit or diseased organ?

– The idea was very simple. Our experiments have shown that the energy and time duration fountains are several times greater in the upper layers of the epithelium. Close by its efficiency can be only erythrocytes. After repeated trials and errors, we were able to learn carrying epithelium of diseased organs in sufficient quantity so that the epithelium began to recover. The first experiments were carried out surgically. Later, we began to use the finest threads of the epithelium and avoid surgery.

– It’s amazing! But imagine a very old man, where he can get the young skin?

Thomas's voice became less distinct and he muttered something incomprehensible.

– Really, the process of the elderly rejuvenation is gradually slowed down and the time fountains are less energetic.

He looked around the silent quizzical audience. Next to him there was sitting a man in a black felt hat, which he never took off, and who looked at him with a piercing burning look.

– But one can use the skin of young people for it!

There was a long painful silence in the auditorium. A black felt hat rocked slightly. Von Neumann silently whispered with his lips:

– It went crazy. He is the deceased!

*

Mari read these words on his lips and shuddered. She suddenly felt scared. She remembered as in the underpass a maniac went for her. She was studying in the tenth form then and was entering the university. She broke away by a miracle and the feeling of unbearable sticky horror has been haunting her for a long time.

– Sensational!

A journalist named Max, caught that he was lucky. He felt a pleasant shiver in his hands. If I can perform everything well, it will be a sensation.

Now, it is important, that there were references on his articles everywhere! Max looked at the professor attentively, at his glossy plump face as a young pig has, with thick thorough glasses, at his short strong hands, which have beginner sailors and thought that he might try to join the Elshteins. For a moment his mouth watered. He imagined himself as a star, a rich man, known to everybody. We must take the bull by the horns!

– It’s enough for today!

The journalist and a cameraman helped the Elshteins to fight off the attacks of brutal scientists, having created a lively square.

Like an icebreaker, Max moved a little faster. The mighty cameraman named Eric-enabled camera was at the end. The journalist had a lively conversation with Thomas and Marie at making eyes at everybody. The cavalcade passed quickly through the maze of club’s corridors and hid in some restaurant. Max promised that the article will be released in the morning. He will assist till the end of the conference. Why not longer?

*

It was their triumph. They passed one quarter of the city, filled with shops, sparkling with multicolored lights, with a lot of people everywhere. Thomas walked slightly ahead and turned to her. When Mari saw this amazing view on the beach, he having seen her sparkling enthusiastic eyes, hugged her and kissed hard and passionately.

Half an hour later they climbed the stylized old pirate ship named "Captain Hook". Ships sailed chaotically along the darkening Strait.

And backstay freshed with strong gusty night breeze, a helmsman made a sharp turn to the opposite by the wind, the mainmast creaked hard and roared with thousands of whistles of fluting black sails. She stared at the blackness of the water at the edge of the stem, delightfully absorbed that pirate subsistence and listened to the universal music of the laser show.

*

A produced Gerhard Brenner, for the whole day, has been drawing with slim small numbers different arrows, circles and ovals. Between them he drew terrible men, whom he called "gallows". The first day of the conference was much more interesting than he had expected. Mr. Brenner smelled trouble. Sometimes, he looked at Helmut von Neumann, seeking support. But his black felt hat was never turned to him.

"Now, I understand why he's so arrogant" – flashed in Gerhard’s head. – " I' m a boy with these hundred million dollars."

By different ways, he tried to estimate von Neumann’s capitalization, and he got the sums of two to three billion dollars.

"Where did this goblin got this money?" – Thought Brenner.

Gerhard got into the exhibition business by accident. As a creative producer, he once received an order to develop a special design and accommodation of new slot machines in Las Vegas. He needed to have the atmosphere in the casino like on the mystical television channels. Gerhard spent a couple of weeks in the Shaolin Temple. It seemed that he found what he wanted, namely, something incredibly scary, artistic and emotional. He was generous. Then he met professor from Beijing. The first sample machine he bought for seven hundred thousand dollars and took it to the just built a small casino called "Eternity". The customers fainted, but the result exceeded all expectations. Then he decided to invest in this strange exhibition. Having spent about fifteen million dollars, for a year, he had about one million profit. It was little, and troublesome. But once it dawned upon him. Gerhard realized that most of the money lies in another plane. And then he began seeking a meeting with von Neumann. He was not alone. And von Neumann as a competitor didn’t want to meet him.

But that morning, after a lousy cop came twice to Neumann and asked him stupid questions, he agreed to meet Brenner.

"Of course," – Gerhard remembered – "instead of the normal full dinner with mandatory boiled Viennese sausages and mug of fresh beer to get into the police station, where he has been tortured for an hour!"

He had the feeling that these young cops tried to make him a murder, to which he has no relationship. Questions, of course, were unpleasant. For example, the origin of the contents of these boxes, how the killer entered the supply room, why he made a terrible bloody carnage and, most importantly, what happened to one of the eighteen samples, each of which was insured for five hundred thousand dollars. Gerhard tried to rebel.

– You have to find this sample. It is a highlight of the exhibition – he was cunning. – The day after tomorrow at ten o'clock hall for conferences will be opened for debate, please, find!

He even made a false screamed which resonanced, like that in empty rooms, such as baths, where there are large tin basins. But it didn’t effect the police. Brenner calmed down, having said that he would testify only with a lawyer.

– It is your right, – said the tall cop – We let you go – and then added. – Bye!

This “good-bye" has been echoing in his mind for a long time. The conference dragged on a bit and as soon as the Elshteins emotional talk with journalists ended, Gerhard hastily darted out of the stuffy room into the fresh air. It was already evening and it breathed with the fresh sea air from the gulf. He was lack of time he arranged a meeting with Neumann at nine o'clock in the evening. He decided not to risk, went down to the great Hong Kong subway, had a good supper in a small restaurant "La Bagette" "and hardly arrived to the appointed time.

*

A car met him. There was a white two-store building in the darkness. Edged with white frames, two big windows, with dark venetian blinds, didn’t let the light in. Above the black door there was a simple doorplate in English and Chinese with an inscription “Kennedy Road, 1” and a compasses and a triangle above it. Brenner waited a little bit and without seen any bell pushed a heavy door. It opened silently. A simple corridor was like a chamber at the university library. On the right side there was opened a simple steel door. Gerhard, to the touch, hardly could see everything, walked along the winding dark maze and suddenly ran into a tall big grey-headed man in a bright livery. The last said pompously and in a grand manner: von Trapp, Gerhard Brenner. He said unclearly his surname Brenner having drawled the first letter “r” like an English word “skirt”. A Master of Ceremonies helped me put on quickly the white leather sheep apron, attached to it the icon pentalpha. Gerhard shivered and entered the big bright doorway.

There was a beautiful worthy solemn atmosphere. A solemn music was hardly heard.

“Probably it’s Handel?” – he thought. Each hall line was full of strong and valuable symbolism of the white and black leading to reflection and contemplation. A big prominent endless chessboard was emphasized by big candelabrums and bright shining stained-glass windows with symbols.

*

He remembered his far childhood’s cozy spacious apartment of good quality with the view on the St. Stephen's Cathedral, his mother, Mutti, smoking ling slim cigarettes and a severe silent pale governess named Louisa, different walking people in the living room, unfinished caps with tea, a wide table, a snowy tablecloth, a big fuming ashtray, flowers, windows under which there were little twisted balconies.

A calm silent boy was always under mother’s vigilant supervision, he studied and behaved well, he was a positive stable middling person. Once when he was eleven the school head called Mutti and told that Gerdi was caught in the act of sadism near the school: he was carefully dismembering green frogs, there were from thirty to fifty of them. The organs of the poor Rana Lessonae were put in long rows like infantry soldier lines like in the anatomy theatre. Evgelina together with the school head named Valter Riggle has been discussing this topic for a long time. They drank tea and he permitted her to smoke in his office. He advised to send the boy to the biological circle. When he was fifteen, Gerdi started passing time with his neighbor, from the parallel form, named Gerthruda, a tall awkward freckled girl with straw-coloured hair. However, she ignored him and when she had a boyfriend, a seventeen years old wide-shouldered handsome Basil, Gerdi became melancholy. He made circles in the neighbor court, traced her favourite cat named Betty and injured her paws. A cat not only shouted at the top of its voice it also scratched his hands and clothes. The neighbors decided that there was a maniac in their quarter. Gerdi with bandaged hands saw through the curtains Gerthruda passed in tears and he enjoyed his cruel foul action. Probably, mother Angelina was sure that it was Gerdi but she was silent. The cat stayed alive this miserable cat, for a long time, has been remembering about that awful crime.

At that time, uncle Fabian often visited them. His mother and Fabian could sit in the living room speaking about everything for hours. Generally, uncle Fabian was their distant relative of his late father. As it seemed to him uncle’s Fabian and mother’s relations were seemly. Once, uncle Fabian suddenly told Gerdi about the way and destination.

*

He explained that the young boy was in his school years. Every person has his own age of school years. For some it ends quickly for others it can last long. A pupil can do everything, earn money, try to reach the power, be in search of fairy kingdom or create mad theories but the main thing for him must be education. Otherwise, a pupil can lose his way and not to reach the next level and won’t be able completely return to his education he will surely move up to job. And this jib will be the highest prevailing line and a main goal. Moreover, just in his job he will be able to use in full measure his knowledge he got during his education. This job can be different: long and boring and even uninteresting. But as in the previous period, being in a work condition, a man can also try to get the Kingdom of Heaven, look for love, create family, bring up children or be keen on fantastic ideas but he can’t confuse his main line, having got, through ignorance, the realm of his seduction. Otherwise, you will leave your life. When a man completely fulfilled himself in his job, earlier in his education, he will find the third circle. He can continue his job and not to forget the school years but his main and major preferable super line must be release from the material chains for the sake of contraction of his philosophical way.

It was interesting for the seventeen years old boy.

*

During long conversations they talked about different topics sometimes arguing hoarse. Constant discussions gave Gerhard a special insatiability in getting different species of education. He could be seen in Alsergrund where he has been studying for two years, medicine, protestant theology, psychology. He visited numerous faculties of the Alma Mater Rudolphina Hauptuni and devoured medley of the sciences.

When he was twenty four years he got the master’s degree in economics and uncle Fabian started again speaking about his destiny.

*

Two years later, uncle Fabian brought Gerdi, Gerhard Brenner von Trapp in the Vienna stonemasons' lodge like a man of the world. The heart of the young man was beating facing unknown knowledge. Having entered the mystery circle of chosen people, he felt as if a big dense curtain of a performance about the mystery universe knowledge opened in front of him. Moreover he remembered a chamber of reflections, a white bind and speeches which he has forever remembered with enthusiasm.

*

Man’s life is too short to see some fragments of the universe. A person sees just these thin layers. People’s vain attempts are amusing. The history of mankind is a fire which reaches the absolute peoples amnesia. You can find dead cities left by previous lives and there were left only beautifully arranged stones.

The universe by the masons’ bodies is fruitless as monuments of the power. Moreover, the masons’ orders thoroughly preserve the most important thing the beginning and the sense of your own destiny.

*

The obligatory Messa has started. Gerhard was on the left among the middle rows like an apprentice. The Master told in so sincere way that Gerhard felt confessed, having dropped his head. The words were repeated on the canton by the other respectable Master with a Chinese look. Gerhard saw laymen in the auditorium. The Master turned to the tribune.

– None of you can reach the truth and just with the help of everybody little by little, from the forefather Adam to our time there will be built the temple which will be a deserving house for the great God, – said the Master and closed his eyes. – We are the vessels which are filled with those who managed to see the building of the second Temple, the keeper of the purest Zerubbabel.

Of thousands of our comrades there has been building a branch of an acacia and a blackthorn for getting the new second temple by the donation of the great light of knowledge and let our hearts open the purity of thoughts by the ebony tree box, a chalk, a coal and a clay.

There was a blessed pause and one didn’t want to break this silence. At last, the master raised his hands and said calmly:

– Kodech la Adonai!

*

Some of those present covered black masquerade masks. On the right side, like on the chessboard, there were dozens of impassive men in black suits. A short typical known to us person in a felt hat passed through the phalanx of those brawny fellows. Von Neumann smiled frenzied and bowed to the present. With a terrible fixed smile on his face he opened a black high door as if welcoming there all corners. Some dozens of people entered the dark spacious exposition hall having disappeared there.

Brenner was one of the last who entered the hall. He knowingly nodded Mr. von Neumann, quickly looked over the exposition, having estimated that the level of the works was above praise and was the first one who left the hall. There were two reasons for it. The first one was professional. Gerhard admired looking as, just after viewing people were leaving with wide-open from fear eyes, full of pain and inner ban on what was going. Studying the level of people’s excitement, Brenner proved this profitable business value.

The second reason was something unprecedentedly important for him. Gerhard tried to announce Neumann something very important using all kinds of mimic: wide-opened eyes, puffed up cheeks and rising up eyebrows. However, Neumann ignored him. He was rolling up his eyes, meeting with servility dumbfounded spectators of his awful theatre as if sharing some mystery with them. Some of them said strange phrases or wrote short commentaries in a thick decorated book beginning with a “super” and ending with “you should be killed”!

Gerhard understood that Helmut would be taken up with for a couple of hours. It was obvious that Neumann has been suffering from the disease of applauses for a long time. All the more, that all leaving spectators were one of the most powerful people of the South-East region.

Gerhard asked the Master of Ceremonies who looked impassively but showed him his place to help him take off again the apron and the icon pentalpha.

*

Brenner had one hour left. He could value big cities and treated to them like to the top-model. Gerhard was walking along winding streets going up and found a station, a cog railway which brings tourists to the top of the Victoria Peak. Nice coaches were full of those who wanted enjoy night fairy views on Hong Kong.

Gerhard bought a ticket there and back, hardly got through many Chinese with the cameras into the coach, nearly lost his glasses. Fifteen minutes later the cog railway slowly brought them to the top. He went up to the observation point with the crowd which partially dispersed in restaurants. Hong Kong had a fantastic view at the foot of the Peak. By impulse hundred people took their cameras wanting to take a picture of it. An incomprehensible Euterpe appeared in the air and from the numerous shining toy skyscrapers started the incredible music of laser spectacular sights, fireworks and shining balls. Having an advantage six foot two inches contrary to many short Chinese, Gerhard was taking photos without stopping. Then he decided to leave behind the whole crowd and went to the opposite side to the railing on the south side. Several people were walking with him.

*

He was making panoramic pictures when some tall massive figure shielded him. Gerhard tried to avoid it but no. Then he friendly patted the giant on his back having said “sorry”. The giant slowly made a 180-degree turn. A big hood didn’t allow seeing the face. Gerdi got a terrible fright. A silent giant was keeping silent. Brenner wanted to leave but the hand of the terrible man put with death grip on his shoulder didn’t make it possible. Deep breath of that giant was like sea peals after the storm. Gerhard convulsively looked around. There was a couple of Chinese next to him others were closer to the performance actually back to him. He had a strange feeling of hopelessness. Nevertheless, he tried to cry “help!” but, for some reason, a weak falsetto escaped him. A strong punch in breast concurred with the cry. Seconds dragged on to infinity. He saw as the firework, lighting up the whole plate of the Peak, has been opening for a long time, coming people, as a woman cried scared and he felt another strong punch. A moment of unconsciousness, feeling of flying to nowhere, the extremely tall parting jungles of unknown trees. And he tries to remember the leaves clearly printed close-up which didn’t exist on the Earth.

And, finally, there was the last awful black punch of that night.

*

The alarm-clock rang at seven thirty May 22, 2015. She unwillingly got out of the bed in her room with an air-conditioner, opened the curtains and the south morning appeared in front of her. For a moment she climbed the high niche behind the curtains observing noisy quarters like a big market. Thomas was lowly regaining consciousness. Slight hangover from the old good Burgundy wine was the reminder about the amazing previous rich day. He remembered the night when they tired and happy came to the hotel, and hardly tumbled into bed as they noticed that somebody bulkily rummaged in their room. But the clothes, things and other small things stayed intact. Probably, the thieves had other goals.

– Thomy, look here, go quickly to the reception. Check the tickets, passports and terabytes.

Thomas went down to the hall. Fortunately, the hotel was quite conservative and the most important things were keeping in the reception boxes.

– So? – she was getting at him like his cell-phone.

– Everything is ok, – said Thomas.

– Go to your room.

She tumbled into bed. But Thomas as a real male thought and wrote, just in case, a statement about the forced room, to the management of the hotel. Having remembered the occurred situation, Thomas was finally woken up, he got out of the bed and, just in case, checked both laptops, her and his ones.

After the old theft of the information, the Elshteins were quite attended to it. Specially coded tools became the main defense of the information. In the box on the reception, there was a terabyte of the hard disk for keeping secret information from Buffalo with the backup of the 265 byte coding. Both laptops were also protected by the scan of the retina and demanded being launched by the way of MC-DOC. Trying to start the system direct using Windows, the whole information was deleted and the message on the crack attempt was sent to the owner smartphone. Trying to withdrawing the hard disk from the laptop the last exploded. Good Thomas’ and Mari’s smartphones also had its own operating system, protecting them from the unauthorized access. Breaching the order of certain actions OS considered the situation as an attempt of hard disk withdrawing or cracking and deleted the whole data. The whole daily work outlines and the Elshteins’ ideas were daily duplicated with the German pedantry. Thomas said complacently:

– An elephant on four paws! – meaning the information.

Fortunately, both laptops were safe and sound next to the bed. Thomas’ mood improved. Washing and dressing up he was singing:

– Oh, you dear Augustin…

A naked Mari showed herself from behind the curtain and also cried in English: – Oh, my lovely Augustin, it's a disaster…

As a result, this couple seems to be late. In a jumble in different languages, crying with loud convulsive gasping, nipping and scratching each other they disappeared in a madness of half an hour's duration, settling down. Other five minutes in silence having joined together they lay unconscious.

– We are already late , – Mari whispered silently.

Ten minutes later, Thomas like a tin soldier was dressed up and under its own inertia darted out into the corridor hardly knocked the unknown in shorts down. After that he began a bit howling. Having opened the door, he hopelessly saw through the chink that she was still in the bathroom. To make sure, it wasn’t known for whom, he cried into the darkness:

– Faste! Faste!

Having seized his head and screeching he began chaotically walk along the corridor. His perfect brain estimated the minutes of being late and potential losses continuing groaning quietly. In such moments, the Elshteins could tell each other such rude foul things that they had a mutual wish to live far in the different oceans. For example, he could call her with a terrible word “Osti”. She was always more inventive exposing his inner endless mean Faust’ nature.

As a result they were running at high speed over the flight of stairs from the seventh floor, somewhat stopped near the reception unnaturally smiling and breathed out on the receptionist:

– Taxi!

They were late just for ten minutes but Thomas behaved as if he was brought for a shooting. The Elshteins were almost running across the hall.

They didn’t notice as the workers of the organizers office were pushing each other with elbows without being noticed and, finally, the couple entered the spacious auditorium feeling embarrassed. Thousand of pairs of eyes stared at them candidly observing the Elshteins. They were modestly hiding somewhere in the middle of the auditorium.

– Look here, I feel like an animal in the zoo, – Mari forced to speak. – Why are they staring?

Really, looking around the auditorium, she saw everybody candidly staring at her. But, in the end, they gradually were geared up for a professional mode.

*

In each area of human activity, there is a Guru, who sees farther and knows more. And any of them can be a thinker. Dr. Aubrey de Grey was such man: with a long beard, intolerance and faith close to fanaticism. They opened their laptops. Thomas covered the whole screen with written calligraphic letters and Mari said:

– I’m amazed!

Great Dr.’s Aubrey de Grey personality casted away the remains of the previous day and covered like a fresh unknown cocktail. In the foyer the Elshteins were close to the first meeting with the Guru when professor Vand sadly mumbled from behind. They didn’t really understand what was happening:

– Condolences!

– What has happened? – Thomas and Mari breathed out simultaneously.

– Don’t you know?

Some people came up to them.

– This break news is on all channels. Yesterday's journalist died in the road accident.

Pause.

– Stop. And what about the cameraman? – Mari said in changed voice.

– I think they both died.

They were shocked. As if being threw cold water they returned from the warm fairy to the cold cruel reality. They went to the foyer. Mari unreasonably began seeking in the crowd for a figure of the black felt hat. But he wasn’t anywhere.

*

The whole day, Colonel was walking around the closet to the Victoria Peak hill. It was encircled with a narrow road with hoopers, rare branches, bars, and the security cabins of the prestigious residences. In the evening he had studied all accessible references and maps in the Internet but the public data were quite scant. Dux depicted a runner, dropping into all dead-ends noticing the approaches to the object. It should happen in this way. The guard of billioners isn’t often inferior to the president’s one and sometimes is more refined. A considerable territory of about twenty five acres and with the perimeter of about three hundred yards was enclosed with a modern openworked fence and twisted like a snake along virgin burs covered with mini cameras. The residence wasn’t practically seen anywhere. Colonel hardly found the only short road which was hiding in the Shade of trees. He carefully, quickly and secretly fixed along the road several mini cameras which one could hardly find and which were turned on just when someone moved. He ran out of the bushes on the circle road to that the potential observers calm down and hid behind the hill.

– Shade, Shade, – he remembered painfully about his kind magician. The worst flashed by the momentary weak but he got rid those thoughts.

– He will appear without fail. As always! – Colonel got ready for the optimistic mood.

As his teacher said the weak spot of any object has always been subterranean passages and back doors. One can appoint the whole army defending the façade but several subversives can easily enter the back door. Dux took out of the hiding place, like a den, a bag he had put before run around the residence. He put on an orange anorak of an electrician and stuck Chinese eyebrows like two arcs. Dux looked into the mirror.

– A real super Chinese! – he cheered up.

He ran around the hill trying to depict a local runner. Dux was sure that he was taking him for their own forces.

– Probably, great grandmother’s heredity from Tibet affected, – he thought.

Having come closer to the object, he saw a sewer pipe. Colonel chose the most comfortable place for the reconnaissance and started his occupational boring work. A black mat suitcase he was proud of and which cost a couple of millions dollars looked like a laptop but was thicker and more solid. The Shade affirmed that there were only four such devices in the world. He made of the padding a long handle with the head like a palm and on the sides came out long elastic stems, as a result, he got something like an ominous scorpion and a phalanx. Fascinating crawling on the ground, Colonel was like a pediatrician listening to the sick but a very big one. The main function of the equipment was scanning by the powerful impulse the 3D underground communications with a depth from ten to thirty metres in real time. Other passive and active sensors were shooting thermal, radiation data and also combined the linkage from the satellites by the GPS navigation with the rapid dynamic laser raster. Feeling like Sherlock Holmes he was crawling to the interstices, cable and electric laying, water supply systems and the sewage. Having found an unknown interesting object like a missile warhead, he stopped for a couple of minutes. As a result he was hampered by the fence of the object and a security with a gun in his hands and wide-opened eyes hung over him. The guard had to push quite perceptibly Colonel with the gun to the last come to himself.