Текст книги "Trump is the savior of mankind"
Автор книги: Олег Рыбаченко
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Pedestrians in the streets at the moment a little, mostly they were children. As it is one of the central sectors of the metropolis, eminent elves and elfies settled here. There was a period when mini-soldiers and elves were given a short vacation, that to learn at least a little bit of life without a debilitating drill, let them feel the joys of childhood.
In addition, this small gap in comparison with the barracks period was a kind of encouragement, for success in studies and combat training.
Although a little opportunity to dispose of time at your own discretion is happiness! That's why a kind of harmless laughing guys, many of whom, joyfully playing, even flew into the air, did somersaults, turned the kuliedoscopic holograms, gave the magical city a wonderful idyllic appearance.
Curious Trump wanted to approach them and ask a couple of questions, but he was afraid. I was afraid that peaceful, beautiful, like elves, boys and girls in their sparkling costumes might not be as peaceful as they seem at first glance. Especially for people usually not typical; even the girls played in apparently military games.
True, it seems that unfolding fabulous and type of anime-fantasy, not man-made battles. The individual holographic projections were large and so bright, believably reproducing details. What seemed and in fact suddenly from somewhere in the air there are fairy-tale castles, fortresses and houses, and then disappear.
Dumbfounded by the boy president he saw everything went on and on, continuing to examine the city. What stunning trees and gigantic in tens and hundreds of meters of flowers with fountains and flying animals hang on crystal balconies, pouring into the sun with a multicommodity scale.
On the petals of flowers arise, constantly changing various, moving pictures, most often single combat of various inimirians, or battles in retro style.
"Maybe it's force fields!" Thought the president boy, rubbing his temples, his brain was ready to boil over with an abundance of impressions. "There were a few lights, such a play of light and colors is not reproducible on our planet! What strange shapes they take from their creations of the mind!"
Here one of the spherical buildings hung on seven legs, edged with leaves, framed with precious stones, painted each under the color of the flag of the elves of Luciferstan. Another structure was executed in the form of a seven-pointed star and slowly rotated around its axis. Other buildings resembled New Year trees, cakes with o In the lower floors of the luxurious buildings were full of colorful entrances and exits with the names displayed on the screens. And what's strange, all the names are absolutely understandable, restaurants, shops, entertainment centers of all levels and types, various services. This was reminiscent of the much-increased and incomparably more luxurious Central presidential prospectus of Washington.
When he first saw him, Donald Trump was still very young, remembered how shocked he was to the depths of his soul and now, literally, devoured with his eyes a dazzling imperial splendor. Of course, much here has no analogues on Earth.
Well, what kind of human designer will put his head down the spiers, domes and pools with colorful creatures and indescribably formidable monsters. Even scary to look, it seems that everything is about to collapse on his head.
One of the elven girls flew over him, slightly touching the shiny shoe. Donald slightly swayed, he was already tired, walked a few miles on foot.
"You probably have not eaten for a long time, starry warrior," the angel-girl roared with a silver bell.
Moving tracks, if there were, then, obviously, turned off. Apparently, in the ultramegalopolis of the distant future, excessively cared for the physical form. The surface became more rough and bare feet began to sate and itch. Donald, really, really wanted to eat, because it feels like it's not the first day of hunger, except for that ...
But who can know how much time he spent in communication with the goddess, who practically did not feed him, but just had fun ... Trump was not really excited.
In the street full of colorful calling machines: "It's time to refresh!".
Rationally thinking Donald decides:
– Two deaths do not happen, but with an empty belly is not life!
Just had to go to the machine, as soon as a three-dimensional projection of a beautiful seven-colored girl with wings appeared. In a language that seemed English, the wondrous nymph said:
– What does the small but daring conqueror of the universe want?
"Eat it!" Trump said honestly, a hungry shine was read in the blue eyes of the president's boy.
"A set of one hundred and fifteen million products is at your service." – Finished fairy fairy, adding the size of the wings.
– Then the ice cream "White House", lemonade, juice, cake and chocolate. The delighted tomboy president babbled.
– And what kinds? Specify the order! – There were two girls, and they struck unnaturally large.
"It's all the same, if only it's delicious." – Trumbled muttered Trump, helplessly spreading his hands.
"It's the most delicious?" In accordance with the most mass standard? – Apparently cybernetic servants have repeatedly had to deal with clients who do not understand what they want.
– Yes! Donald blurted out relieved.
"Raise your hands, look straight ahead." Or get your personal identification card, mini soldier. – The holographic nymphets were chorused.
The boy-president raised both hands. A dim yellow light flashed, apparently, it was scanned.
– In the card file, your identity does not appear, you do not have a personal military card, so you can not be serviced. – Squeaked girls and immediately turned purple, crossed their arms in the prohibitive gesture of steep elves.
Donald Trump hurried away from the machine, his heels were burning in the literal sense of the word. Here, it seems, is technotronic identification communism. Trump sat down on a breezy boudoir, rigidly hunched over and propping his chin with his hands. I thought ... The future was drawn in the darkest tones. He is completely alone in another galaxy, surrounded by an inimirian, creatures, worse than the most predatory, wild beasts.
And in the head can not come any saving idea. Oliver Twist and it was better in London, there are at least the same people as the homeless thug. And where will he go? Can he surrender himself, counting on mercy in prison? There at least feed, even in such a humiliating way, through the hose.
"Why are you so despondent, photon?" What I see, lick. It seems you want to drive princeps plasma into the stomach?
An unfamiliar boy in glittering clothes held out his hand, smiling. How humanly it is! The face of the elfin is round childish, not at all evil, in advertising for proper nutrition to be removed, only presses the palm too much. The forehead is tall, the hair is light, wide-set blue eyes. True, a tanned, wiry arm, as if made of steel, capable of breaking a bone. Donald struggled to restrain himself, not giving a look that it hurts, the child's hand is compressed as if in a tortured gripe.
He only honestly said:
– Yes, I'm hungry!
"You seem to be from remote colonies, you are very singed, and your appearance is shabby, strange." – Said with a little sympathy in the voice of a young elf.
Donald cast a bewildered look at himself. Clothing, in fact, in places has already begun to smolder, and the skin, flushed with red, covered with. Toli from local radiation, or belated reaction to an explosion. Trump felt an icy chill in the stomach and said in a trembling voice.
– Guessed, I was in the epicenter of the thermo-charger.
"I'll take food with the utmost speed, then I'll tell you." – The boy ran as if in an accelerated filming, without touching the boots of the artfully decorated cover of the avenue.
Why Donald felt the confidence in this cub of ferocious elves is difficult to explain. Maybe the young years and stress affected. Returning the new drugan threw him a few pink, to the pangs of deliciously smelling buds. The former president began to talk about nothing without hiding, boiling over, he wanted to pour out his soul.
The elf boy listened attentively. He was as tall as Trump, and he must have been even fewer years old. During the conversation, his beautiful face was always played a pure smile. True, the teeth of the race-warrior's child are already very large, whiter than snow, the rays of several luminaries reflected from them by the sunbeams. The food taken in the vending machine turned out to be excessively tasty, it overexcited the receptors and, instead of saturation, fueled the appetite.
When Donald had finished speaking, he was silent, the young elf reasonably said:
"Yes, it looks like a miracle, but here you can not survive." You quickly calculate, especially since every day there is a computer check of all persons. A couple of days ago, very close, there was such a "plasma torch", the starships were torn, as in the superfairwork. Even from the surface it was clear how the tattered ships blossomed the sky. It's good that the main "chad" went behind the line.
The elf-child pointed to the central star of Bethimur.
"Now everything has become much stricter, a total verification regime." And earlier the control was serious. Surely, even this machine, like others, is connected with the Department of Love and Justice.
– So you have a secret police called? – Donald grimaced in a smile, how ridiculous the concept of love for the nation sounded, against which the fascists were kindergartners.
– Yes, there are several departments, and everyone is talking about love. The boy lowered his eyebrows together, and his gaze became stricter. "Like a mockery of common sense." Even my father, an economic general of the fourth rank, is afraid of these departments. Come on, get out quickly. I'll take you.
"It's too late!" Here you are, darlings! – A roar of hyenas rumbled like a roar.
Several armored figures, already familiar druids-bears, like ghosts materialized in the air.
– On your knees and hands up!
Donald Trump, was, jerked, and immediately got a charge by a magicalizer. Consciousness disconnected.
When the boy came to himself, he stood in the center of the colossal coliseum. Knowing the story well and watching movies, Trump felt an association with Ancient Rome. Only on the seats did not settle people, but various kinds of unthinkable creatures. Boy's vision from Donald became very sharp. And he saw in the stands of bee-like individuals with elephant proboscis, and similar to grasshoppers with jellyfish heads.
The elves themselves sat in separate luxurious armchairs, and every now and again jumped up, not wanting to sit still. Together with them quietly sitting dense men with faces densely overgrown with beards.
"Dwarfs," Trump guessed. It must be cool! And the boy, the former US president, wittily said:
– Elf guys are elf ... No matter how insulting! Well, if a dwarf stands up, the elf is not visible!
Trump felt a surge of energy. The sad mood fell from him at once. He's young and strong, after all. It's good to be back in childhood and become a boy again.
And in the meantime, in the arena of the colossal coliseum, a barefoot elf began to run out and announced:
– And now Julius Caesar will declare an opponent to this young man!
Trump puffed and muttered:
"O Caesar, Caesar, who has beheld you with dead bones!"
Then a human hologram appeared (and it really was a man, not an elf) with a golden wreath on his head. In contrast to the eternally young adolescent elves, Caesar was already aged and thin with an aquiline nose and a piercing gaze.
Apparently he heard, pronounced by the boy-president and severely twisted his eyebrows roared:
– What are you talking about plebeians ...
Donald Trump was offended:
"What a plebeian I am!" I'm a patrician in the tenth tribe!
Julius Caesar unexpectedly matched, replying:
– Here you will overcome the enemy, then you can call yourself a patrician!
Donald chuckled and rubbed his barefoot, boyish leg with a trickle of blood, barked:
"Are you weak with me?"
Julius Caesar angrily replied:
"And you have not grown to me before!"
Donald, giggling into a fist, remarked:
– Not everyone thinks so!
Julius suddenly softened:
– Our radiant elves say that he was an earthly ruler ... There we will fight!
Trump pouted, like a turkey, and said:
– Let it be so!
The rostrums rustled ... The sporadic horde gurgled. But Julius Caesar said sternly:
"But you still deserve to fight me!" First you fight the monster!
Donald frowned and muttered:
– Are you really not a monster?
Caesar was laughing at these words, and he ordered:
"And since you're still too young, I'll ask the Goddess to make you a little more."
Trump did not have time to reply. He really grew up, turning from a boy of eleven to twelve into a beautiful young man.
Donald Trump felt a tide of wild power and clenched his strong fists with full knuckles. Here he will be ready to fight ...
The monster flew out suddenly. The former American president did not even have time to consider it. It was something like a giant toad. Two masses: large and small collided together. There followed a semblance of an explosion.
The body of one of them, the blood spattered body, shuddered feebly ...
In my head – a cannonade, you seemed to be covered by an explosive wave that split the flesh into molecules that continue to tear, burning like miniature atomic bombs flares. A force of will, a desperate attempt to assemble – and here the crimson veil seems to settle slowly, but does not cease to spin before your eyes. Mist as if with tentacles clinging to the surrounding space ... It hurts, the flour in every cell of the torn body.
– Seven eight...
The voice of the impassive computer is heard, muffled, like through a dense veil.
– Nine ten...
It is necessary to rise quickly, to rise sharply, otherwise there will be an end. But the body is paralyzed. Through the thick red-smoky haze vaguely visible enemy. This is a huge three-legged monster – a paraloroid. He had already raised his thick and long crest, preparing with enormous force to tear down the blade of the living guillotine.
Two huge claws on each side predatorily opened, the third limb long, the prickly whisking tail of the scorpion, being behind, impatiently scratched the cover of the arena. A yellow, smelly saliva, sizzling and smoking in the air, dripped from the opposite, bumpy, green muzzle warts. A hideous freak hung over a muscular, bloodied human body.
– Eleven twelve...
Now the words become painfully deafening, like hammer blows through the eardrums. The computer considers a little slower than the standard terrestrial measures of time. Thirteen is already a knockout.
The decision was born in a fraction of a second. Suddenly, sharply straightening his right leg, and using his left as a spring, in a furious rage, sprawling like a leopard, Donald Trump jumped up and inflicted the strongest loquacus directly over the nerve center of an alien monster – a silica-magnesium hybrid of crab and toad. The blow was strong, sharp and precise, and also coincided with the oncoming movement of the beast. Monster sub-space (an intermediate habitat, capable of traveling between the stars replenishing with the energy of electromagnetic waves, but in inhabited worlds predator, not disdaining the devouring of organics of all kinds) slightly ass, but did not fall. This kind of paraloids has several nerve centers, which greatly distinguishes them from other creatures. The blow to the largest of them caused only partial paralysis.
The enemy of the monster, despite the broad shoulders and bumpy musculature, was very young, almost a boy. The features of the ruddy face are thin, but expressive. If they are not distorted by pain and fury, they seem naive and tender. When he appeared in the arena, a roar of disappointment was heard in the stands, just like a peaceful and harmless boy, the man-gladiator Donald Trump looked like. Although now, this is no longer a boy, but an enraged animal, his eyes erupt such frenzied hatred that it seemed to incinerate as good as an ultra-laser. From the impact, the guy nearly broke his leg, but continued to move with the speed of the cat, though he limped a little.
The pain can not break the cheetah, it only mobilizes, all the hidden reserves of the young organism, introducing in the likeness of trance!
In the head of a boy and a former president, thousands of drums seem to be beating, veins and tendons flow, indomitable energy. A series of powerful accented blows to the mastodon body followed. In response, the monster waved a sharp half-centner in weight claws. Usually these animals have the reaction of jugglers, but an accurate blow to the nerve node slowed it down.
The young fighter, having made a somersault, left the terrible crest and was behind the monster. After inserting his knee and passing his hand from the claw, the young man struck her with an elbow, putting all his weight, and made a sharp turn of the body. There was a crunch of a broken limb. Caught at the wrong angle, the claw broke, spurted a small fountain, stinking, toad-colored blood.
Although the touch of the liquid erupting from the creature lasted only a moment, the young gladiator felt a severe burn, pale purple blisters instantly swelled on his chest and right arm. I had to bounce and break the distance. The beast ejaculated a painful howl – a mixture of the lion's roar, the croaking of a frog and the hiss of a viper. In a frenzied rage, a monster rushed forward – a young man, covered with a mixture of blood and sweat, making a cascade of somersaults, flew to the armored grid. With a running start, putting all his weight, the monster struck the crest, trying to pierce the opponent's chest.
Young Trump left the impact, and a thick comb struck through the metal mesh. Continuing to move by inertia, the creation of the cosmic underworld has planted its limb into the next network with the most powerful current charge. From the fence flew sparks, ranks passed through the body of mastodon, smelled of flaming metal, and unimaginably vile burning organics. Any terrestrial beast would be dead, but this representative of the fauna is immediately visible, that of an entirely different bodily structure.
The monster could not immediately pull out its trunk – and followed a series of swift, like the rotation of propeller blades, strikes. However, the electrostatic charge, with a little delay, overcoming the resistance of foreign flesh, gently saddled the young fighter. Bouncing off, crying, from the vomiting, piercing every vein and bone of pain, the gladiator Trump froze and, crossing his arms, scratched on his chest, began to meditate standing up. His immobility against the background of the planting beast and the stormy public was unusual, as if from a little god who was in the heat.
The boy Donald was calm, like the surface of a frozen ocean, he knew ... Only one trick is capable of cutting down such a monster. Very powerful blow.
Having torn the crest into pieces of bloody meat, the diploid jumped all over its mass onto an insolent, hairless monkey. Is it possible to allow a small primacy to win a victory over itself. Collecting the will, concentrating all the chakras and energy in a single bundle, the young man struck a strong blow in the jump. This ancient reception of Fafar-Marad, available to a few, is capable of killing the one who inflicts it. The blow fell into the already defeated nervous core of the giant fighter. His own weight and speed increased the force of kinetic energy, and, this time, the nerve node was not just broken – several major nerve stems exploded from the concussion. The crystal-metal giant was finally paralyzed.
The carcass flew to one side, the young man to the other.
The cybernetic judge counted out in a low voice:
– One two Three...
He believed in the language of the dark elves.
Both fighters lay motionless, the last blow of the young man Trump crushed the monster, but he broke his leg. However, the consciousness did not have enough time to lose the gladiator, and the athletic-built boy, overcoming the pain, stood up, lifting his fist-clenched hands (sign of victory in the sign language of the Empire of Luciferstan).
– Twelve! .. Thirteen! .. The fighter, the native of a planet the Earth – Donald Trump has won. His age is 78 native years or 75 standard. It's a debutant in the fighting arena. Lost to him the champion of the galaxy sector Ezhend-16 SSK fighting without rules, a participant with a rating of 199: 1: 2 – Askezam Verd Asoneta, whose age is 2977 standard years.
