- Show it then.
A soft flash – and the video display starts working. Lines and words, words and discussions, discussions and thoughts. After only fifteen minutes the demonstration of “materials” comes to an end. Ten seconds of silence …
- What sort of clown is that ? Yet one more fighter for freedom and all. I’m stuffed up with that nonsense. Remove him.
Five seconds of silence …
- Are you sure, mister President ?
- Just remove him. And … well … take care of his family, of course. Do not refuse them in indemnification for his “accidental” death. And don’t let ones like him into our channels – or you can forget about your jobs. That is my last word. Is everything clear ? Nice. So - what’s the next thing on our today’s agenda ?
Heavy oak table near a wall sideways from a window … an icon of Savior in a gilt frame … ancient wall clocks, beating out some mysterious rhythm …
Bom … bom … bom …
And once again – bom … bom … bom…
21.10.2010
Majority
Step. And again. And again. In such minutes every moment becomes the eternity.
Ten steps to scaffold top. Nine. Eight. Seven.
Yes, he is both the criminal and the traitor. Yes, he would repeat the same again.
Where does the moment ends and the eternity begins ? Six. Five. Four.
Where does life of one ends, so that others can live on ? Three.
No one can escape its destiny and hide from it, nowhere. Two.
And in the moment of own death it’s only possible to accept it with gratitude. One.
To die and to live in the eternity. The top.
He is a traitor for one, and a hero for another. And there are no intermediate stages. How much does a human’s life cost and who will dare to measure it ? Who will judge of the unknown destiny of which he has not a slightest idea ? Who will extol you as the hero and overthrow in a chasm of damnations later ? Who will make this all only because he can do no other ?
The Majority.
Yes, he is the murderer – and the savior simultaneously. Angel and a demon in one person.
The life of one for lifes of many. And no other choice is possible here.
And that is why he is the criminal.
The life of the president of home country, who has almost plunged the world into a nuclear apocalypse – it’s not that much for the world to live on.
And that is why he is the hero.
The former faithful companion and the right hand, who once realized what the left hand is going to make. The one chosen the most radical way to stop the ongoing madness – for no other measures were capable to help.
And that is why he is the traitor.
The killers of killers – angels of punishment ? Executioners of executioners? Criminals? No one will give him the right answer.
The military court – and the simple majority of votes deciding his destiny. Forty nine against fifty one.
And that is why he dies today. The Majority decided so.
Life and death … death and life. And there are no intermediate stages.
But not for the Majority.
The Top.
Here they are – below and before him. All the Consulat. One hundred of human judges. Criminals and heroes. Killers of killers. Surprisingly small and ridiculous from this Top.
Does the life end to give a way to the Eternity or death is simply her continuation ? The moment has finally come to learn this.
A rope around a neck – not the most honorable of deaths. But heroes have no right to choose – as well as killers.
The sun blinding the eye … above, above … so small from this top …
A blow – and soil leaves from under feet. Let it be so. So the Majority decided. A flash of light before dimming eyes. Only an instant.
Just a single instant.
And – the Eternity.
28.09.2010
Mess
- Pssss … come over here! - a voice came out of bushes.
- Stand where you are no matter whoever you are! - Ivan almost jumped up from surprise, having somehow inexplicable managed to rotate him in the jump for two hundred sixty seven and half degrees in direction to a source of potential danger.
- And what should the flying ones do - stop right where they are flying? - a reasonable question came out of bushes once again.
- Whoever is here, show yourself! - a hero, for many yet unknown, and for us already named, continued making his proposition.
- Hey, stop being afraid of me already! - someone hiding in bushes soothingly noticed. - Look, you’ve stopped on your way, but what’s a big deal? You have been wandering through this local forest aimlessly nevertheless. And here you’ve got a nice chance to chit-chat with somebody heart-to-heart … with me, for instance.
- And where might you be, I wonder? - a brave one, who have already recovered from a first shock, wasn’t appeased in the curiosity. - You may turn out to be a terrible and horrific monster, trapping lonely travelers on their way to people, you know?
- Oh, pardon me, what’s the point for me to be nasty! - a sniff came somewhere sideways this time. - Who will covet us in this case? Besides, we are not awful, but peaceful and truly democratic, to say so. We bring happiness, struggle for human rights. A freedom of choice, relations, conscience. And so on, and so forth.
- So, you are a female? A representative, of so to say, fair sex? - Ivan was taken aback.
- Well, fair for someone, and nasty for another. It all depends here on the level of reason, as they say.
- From what? - Ivan didn’t understand.
- Well … it’s such a thing - level. And the reason - what’s the reason? Simply a profanation! - a giggling came out of the next tree. - Where were you going here, I wonder?
- On affairs! - Ivan muttered. - I am not going to tell strangers everything, especially having not seen them eye to an eye. Maybe, they don’t even possess the eyes?
- Maybe they don’t … - a reasonable notice doubled itself. - And, maybe, ones such as me don’t even require it.
- Hey, you, eyeless monster! I am gonna fire at you an arrow from my bow, and where it will strike e - either to an eye, or some other body spot - is a minor matter! - barked Ivan and got behind bow and arrows.
- Well, you are not some sort of cupid to stick all passers-by with arrows of love, are you? And besides … what if it turns out that I am that wonderful frog-princess, whom you are required to kiss to further live on together with her in a happiness and consent till death itself won’t separate you? Wouldn’t you really want to try it out, m-m-m-m? - the voice of female stranger was getting more and more tender and viscous.
- All right, - Ivan finally agreed. - I will always have the time to make a frog for needles from you, - he summarized. - But you must be leaving your bushes hideout strictly one by one, and keep in mind - I am holding you on sight!
- Oh, just look at what courageous and brave companion I have found! I am almost burning whole from desire! - stranger girl sang with pleasure and, finally, left her bush-like hiding place.
- A-a-a … o-o-o … u-u-u-u … e-r-r-r … you are such … - mumbled Ivan.
- Beautiful, huh? It has been so since my very birth.
- That’s not the word …
- And what sort of word would it be, m-m-m? - mysterious acquaintance continued smiling, gracefully pacing before Ivan.
- Mine - that’s the word!
- Well … maybe yours as well. There is time for everything … By the way, my name is Mess.
- Mess? What a beautiful name! - Ivan exclaimed. - Ivan! - he presented himself.
- And to you, Ivan! - Mess smiled.
- What do you mean “and to you”? - he misunderstood.
- And to you I am pleasant as well, as I see.
- Yes … you are all such … sparkling … such … unusual … thing … many, probably, don’t even possess such ones …
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sp; - Yes, yes, - Mess tenderly agreed. - I know. That’s me. And you were going to shoot me at first, my rascal! - she threatened calmly.
- Well, I had no idea that you were such… unusual. I have thought that you are probably some sort of marsh witch that will enchant me and then drag off into her den.
- Well, what’s the point for me to enchant you? All in all soon you will come running for me yourself … darling, - Mess continued singing sweetly, beating about the bush round Ivan. - Where will you, people, go without us, Messies, - what do you cost without us, oh consumers of ours? - she made a purring sound slightly more silently.
- And can I … touch you? - Ivan offered bashfully.
- Yes, you can, touch me if you dare… - Mess allowed. - You can even take me on hands …
- So soon? - Ivan was shocked. - And shouldn’t we before that …?
- And what should we wait for? - Mess questioned. - I do clearly see that you desire to have me … so take me, have no hesitation. The more you will desire me, the more a person from a small letter you will keep becoming …
- Perhaps, a person from a capital letter? - Ivan was confused.
- Well, no way! - Mess sniffed. - To be a one from a capital letter you have to deserve it first. We, Messies, are not made to make you as such. We are for different sort of whims, - she added.
- And is that not … dangerous? - Ivan carefully asked, slightly touching Mess’s body.
- Well … maybe you’ll get stricken with a lightning the first time, - Mess smiled. - And afterwards … however, what the reason for you, people, in that “afterwards”? You have to enjoy life to the full, not even seriously reflecting on consequences, right? To gather in hands as many as possible ones such as me, Mess. Especially if they are going to you on bails … And besides, to possess lots of beautiful Messies today is sort of a style and fashion!
- Well … I don’t know … something here is … somehow … - Ivan breathed heavily and started to doubt, having drawn his hand away from Mess.
- What, have you got struck with electricity? - Mess purred. - After you get the first charge, it will be easier from that on. I am going to call my girlfriends afterwards to make you a company. You will caress, care and cherish them more than humans for your entire life, and look, the life has already passed. I have thought up a fine plan, right? - said Mess and nestled on Ivan with all her body.
- Well … I … this … that … you know …
- Do you want me to call for my girlfriend? - said Mess without unhooking her hands from Ivan’s neck.
- What sort of girlfriend? What for?
- Oh, you will see that soon enough! - Mess replied. Thi-thi-thi, here you must be! - she started singing, and right there somewhere from bushes a second not less mysterious lass came out, being, probably, even more dazzling and shining that Mess herself.
- Thingy! - the girlfriend of Mess presented herself. - Girlfriend of Mess.
- What the reason do we need her? - Ivan frowned.
- Oh, darling, how don’t you understand?! Don’t you know that every modern glamour star-aspiring man must always have his personal thingy, which would blind each and every one on all creative parties with her relaxedness and spontaneity!
- And how’s that? - Ivan didn’t get it.
- Oh, like that! - said Thingy and, having undressed herself in one instant, settled on the ground in painful expectation of unhealthy man’s attention. - Photograph me! - she ordered-asked.
- What sort of fine Thingy you’ve got, Ivashka! - Mess giggled. - A Thingy above all the things. With such a one it’s not a shame to enter a high society!
- How creative I have thought it up, yes? - Thingy laughed, putting on her clothes after a short-term posing in public.
- Oh, you are such an ingenious one, my friend! You alone will suffice to enchant lots of Ivans!
- Legion is their name! - Thingy joyfully exclaimed.
- And not a consumer less, - Mess winked. - Well, should we be going to people right now?
- Let’s go! - Thingy agreed. - But first let me kiss you fellow as well, so that further on he can think of no one else, but us only. - Ch-m-m-m-o-o-o-k-k!
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- Ch-p-o-k! - said an icicle that has fallen from a roof. - S-s-s-s-dzin! - she added, having scattered in one thousand small splinters. - Ch-m-m-m-o-o-k! - a second one echoed in response before accepting the same sad fate.
- Ivan, stop kissing a pillow already, rise up and help me! - a female voice ringed in apartment’s corridor.
- What a terrible thing I’ve dreamed of! - Ivan thought. - For how long have I slept? - and he decided to say this last thought of his aloud in a faint hope that somewhere there, in a corridor, somebody will finally give a response to his question of metaphysical importance.
- You have almost overslept our joint trip to a supermarket, dear husband! - a response came from over there. - And after all we have agreed even yesterday that you are going to buy me a pair of dresses on my choice and a heap of other different baubles and thingies.
- Is that some sort of morning thing? - Ivan was stunned. - What a nasty thing! It’s necessary to give up with this infinite shopping! - he resolutely came to a resolution.
- And where is that are you going? - a husband’s wife interrogatively stared on him, getting on a coat over a pajama.
- Into the bank! - Ivan reported. - Giving my credit card over a bails. It’s that sort of their new service, “get out of consumer credit servitude”, you know. A thing of all the thingies!
15.03.2012
Mutants of our age
Present list, entitled as “Mutants of our century”, represents itself a result of long-term researches by geneticists of our society of tendencies of susceptibility of separate individuals and their groups for recently amplifying various soul-genetically mutations, as well as characteristics of these types of mutations as they are.
We do not apply for absolute accuracy and completeness of presented material for a simple reason that it’s extremely difficult to describe thoroughly entire aspect of alteration of psycho-world-outlook component of mutating individuals, as well as predict possibility of emergence of newer, still unknown to us types of mutations. We can only hope that like all diseases, currently known to mankind, this class of them will also once come to naught in a certain period a natural way. Along with that we want to recommend all individuals to try carefully watch over their own soul-phycho health in order to minimize risk of infection.
Characteristics of separate types of mutations follows below.
1. “Mindless”
This is one of the most widespread among individuals sort of mutation. According to our calculations almost one half of all individuals of our planetary society have appeared to be subject to infection by it. Described type of mutation is not congenital, and can only be “acquired” later in life. For still obscure reasons even individuals with high natural resistance to this mutation can still be afflicted by it in case of their long stay in company of other already afflicted ones – in scientific nature this effect has been called as “Effect of crowd-mind-losing”.
Reasons of this phenomenon most likely lie in still unknown ways of non-physical interaction of individuals of our society among themselves. Individuals who have undergone this type of mutations appear to be incapable adequately surrounding them objective reality, become strongly enslaved by self-made (or inspired from outside) various illusions, they gradually lose any critical evaluation of perceived streams of information, and start resembling by so-called by writers and fantasts of the past “zombies”.
Mutational process can have rather continuous and long character, having stretched throughout entire planetary life of individual. Let’s note that due to reasons still unknown a small amount of individuals appeared to be totally resistant to this type of mutation. Possible causes for this immunity lie is accelerated and strengthened synthesis of hormone “Reason” in their organisms. So far, according to statistic data in wh
ich is available to us, similar individuals make about one percent of their total number. In addition, another curious feature of this type of mutations, revealed by us, is the probability of its spontaneous termination in case of getting of individual into a company of mentioned resistant individuals and rather continuous staying in it – in scientific literature this phenomenon received a name “Light of reason”. True cases and roots of similar phenomenon remains a mystery still.
This mutation can become a starting point for formation and growing of mutational processes of all other types, and, in particular, “Ear-no-hear/Eye-good-bye” type.
2. “Rage-caging”
Possible reasons of this type of mutations are the process of violation of synthesis of hormone “Good nature” in organisms of individuals along with amplifying synthesis of hormones “Anger” and “Irritation”.
Those who have undergone this kind of mutation become inclined to aggressive violent acts in relation to other individuals, which in rather open and obvious form shows the processes of their losing of own soul-psycho health.
Forms of aggression’s manifestation can be various and invariant by their nature and contents, beginning from verbal censures and finishing with physical impact on planetary bodies of other individuals.
Among all other types of mutations, this type along with mutations of “No-Joy” and “No-Heart-No-Less” has acquired the fastest by extent of infection character. Due to impossibility of artificial synthesis of hormone “Good nature”, external attempts of stopping mutational process cannot be successfully implemented.
3. “Eye-Staring”
This type of mutation is a little spread right now, which is, however, is totally not an argument for the thoughtless relation to it.
Mutants of “Eye-Staring” type appear more than all other inclined to external manifestations of the process of change of own sincere moods, they are also more than others susceptible to similar manifestations of other individuals. Quite often such manifestations are accompanied by loud “oh”, “ah”, shouts and sights. The part of similar process was called by writers of the past as “gossiping” and “self-facading”.
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