ALEXANDER CHERENOV - NEONOO, or PARADISE IN THE NOOSPHERE

For the first time, having «called» my place of residence with a capital letter, I wonder – and my face brightens from an attack of genius.

«Here, really, really: «Doubts – away: I am a genius!» Just now I had a wonderful password, which is re much better than «Open Sesame!»

«Do speak – do not torture us!» the companions put their hands to the chest in unison.

«There is nothing secret, that would not become obvious!».

Companions’ faces are subjected to synchronous charm and delight: that’s both beautiful, and on the theme! Better not say it! Probably, the Noosphere itself is of the same opinion, because the very next moment from the announcement of the password there a lot of souls around… it would be… if not competent device Noosphere with division into floors, sectors and blocks.

«How many people are here!»

First of all, we unanimously pay tribute to the quantitative composition. After that, all together and each separately begin a «quality acceptance».

«Bah, there are all familiar faces!»

I cannot stand the first: affects the superiority in training. I remember, if not all, then many, at least most of those, whom I «personally know» from their portraits in history books. And even if it is not uncommon the similarity is very remote, but it is suitable for identification.

In front of me is a whole gallery of «portraits»: Phidias, Miron, Policlet, Archimedes, Aristotle, Alexander. They are followed by the Romans, from Romulus to Caesar. With philosophical detachment, the Buddha follows. Behind him is Mohammed. An endless stream of famous and quite unknown all sorts of cases the master. People go labor of mental and physical. Although I am not surprised, but I state with pleasure: there is not a single slacker, even from those, whom I do not know, comes the spirit of creativity.

«Our mutual friend» Paul appears from somewhere «from a corner» – and immediately goes to Jesus. Izzy confusedly looks back at me. I nod my head.

«Let me introduce you to each other: Jesus, son of Joseph, who has been „Son of God“ for a short time – and „super-twelfth apostle“ Paul, „in girlhood“ tax collector Saul, one of the most consistent persecutors of followers of „Christ“.»

Izzy and Pasha blush together: «the show was a success». No wonder I tried. But this slight «trampling down» does not prevent them from devouring each other’s eyes. Not from hunger: from interest, which is mutual, to my surprise. It seems, that the men «found» not only themselves, but also each other. Interesting «singing»: something will be next? Okay: «go ahead!»

«Well, while you meet, I will glance at the contingent. For «for business – time, for fun – an hour!» or, as one comrade put it more precisely: «Stop Stop having fun! It’s time to work!»

«I’m with you!» The alchemist immediately props me with his shoulder. Jesus’ shoulder is «out of stock». The comrade is already busy with another comrade: both «absorb each other». Well, okay: what to happen – that cannot be avoided. It is me – not only about myself… even not so much about myself… And, if quite frankly: not at all about myself…

«The people» «resurrect» on the floors – according to the «establishment» of the Noosphere and common sense. By the way – about the Noosphere: the capital letter seems to be affirmed not only in me, but also «in the atmosphere». We with it – me and the «atmosphere» – are already grasping the fact, that our hostess is not a soulless body of knowledge, but something «alive» and supernatural.

But – back to the egg: the process of «resurrection» finally gets until the twentieth century. If the ancient Greeks are «familiar all faces», then the faces of the «newly manifested» are even more so. Lenin, Stalin, Mao – all those, who created something – manifest themselves. Even Adolf Aloizovich is «manifesting»: the «Third Reich» is listed behind him. Not a «millennial», but still! And, here, something other than the representatives of the twentieth century is not visible: neither Gorbachev, nor Yeltsin, nor Putin, nor American presidents, with the exception of Franklin Roosevelt. Not deserved, however. In the Noosphere – if you follow the «letter» – only creators are credited. By itself, a position is not an act of creativity. for Misha and Boris are only the ruins… and eternal oblivion. Ending on Earth, the guys there also ran out. The end of the physical was just the end, point at the end of the sentence. Noosphere clearly did not feel the need for the services of these «fellows». This is classic: «moments are handed out to whom – shame, to whom – dishonor, and to whom – immortality!»

Despite the different «caliber» and different «time of vocation», the «people» are not without a clue, and not without abstract, but quite concrete: everyone looks at me in much the same way as the ceremonial line – on the parade host. That is: «Eyes right!» Honestly: that’s nice. That’s encouraging and even happy – and that’s not the reward itself: prospects.

Now you can talk. No, I could communicate before, but only in a truncated format. Only one past stood experience behind the comrades and gentlemen, experience of earthly life. This, of course, is a necessary and useful thing. But it is time for us to speak for the present and the future. And for this you need to manifest – in all senses. Only visual contact makes it possible to fully communicate. Yes, and the moment of psychology must be considered. Even one friend from the movie once said: «No, I can’t by phone: I need to see your eyes».

«Comrades and gentlemen!»

I take the word – and no one is surprised. On the contrary: everyone pulls up, as in the ranks. It seems that the people have already managed to compare the «life» of the past with the present – and pay tribute to the «Donor-Deliver». I hope that the reward is just beginning: we are at the very beginning of the creative path.

«Congratulations on finding the face of man!»

The ranks fulfills «according to the Charter», even if «a loud, three-time «Hurray!» is carried not from the mouth, but from the eyes. I do not complain: we must take into account both the specifics of the contingent and the specifics of production.

«Now each of you has the legal right to declare: «The meaningless stay «nowhere» has ended!»

I see: the most intelligent are already starting to acquire question marks in views. I not delayed with satisfaction of their curiosity.

«Yes, my friends: I have the honor to invite you to make a choice between meaningless stay and meaningful life! With the return of the human form, we cease to be just a piggy bank of knowledge and past experience. Now we get a chance to apply this knowledge and this experience in practice. And not somewhere there: here, in a new place of residence… I would like to believe in this status of it…»

It is not difficult to track the reaction of the contingent: the original massive enthusiasm begins in places to encounter individual manifestations of skepticism. Well, well: I did not count on universal approval.

«Here everything is – people deserved…»

I see Hitler – and make an amendment:

«… or at least deserved the right to this «here» by entering in history. As for the contribution, it can be different – and not necessarily positive. No one has the right to encroach in any way for the right of every «soul of thoughts» to be here. This is the exclusive prerogative of the Noosphere, in which we, as a follower, are just the atoms or building blocks of this universe. Everyone has the right to remain thoughtless, even being «manifested» in the total mass. After all, the «manifestation» of the individual may not coincide with his desire. Some may not want to be a member of society. If only because it is impossible to live in a society – and be free from it.