Timong Lightbringer - To the People of Now [prose]

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Mechanics peep. Red measured words on the X-display screen – “Your account is empty. Please replenish your balance”. Damn ! The end …

Slowly unhooked from a body sensors and controls, the nejro-pulse helmet, removed from his head. That’s all. Game over …

A lonely thought, spinning in the head : “eat”. So … where is a food here ? He has turned his head around. Oh, here … just near the terminal. A needle, inserted into a vein … very soon nutritious liquor will be soaked up and carried by blood through the organism – it should suffice for some days. Should suffice … a shrill sound signal … done. He has pulled out a needle.

So …. he has rummaged around his pockets. Twenty credits … not enough … only for sixty-seventy hours … heck … no matter.

A helmet, being dressed again. Heaps of wires and connections, fitted to a body. A token, put into a machine, which has greedily grasped it… Satisfied mechanics peep.

Start. The virtual world never waits.

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City streets, lightened with lanterns. A signboard over one of many buildings – “Salon of virtual findings”. Hundreds of terminals over the walls. People, sitting in them.

Next terminal … a twitching man, braided by mechanics. A stream of saliva, slowly flowing down on a floor … The face is not visible – it’s being covered by a small helmet. Peeps of equipment …

He was the head of the largest mafia organization …

- Mister Coordinator, when the Sleeper will awake at the long last ?

- Do you ask about that me, Admiral ? As I have suspected, it’s better for you to know.

- The free will, mister Coordinator, the free will … Perhaps, we have committed an error, after all ?

- I will remind you that it was our joint project. There are no mistakes, only statistical errors and percentage probability.

- And now you are speaking mathematician’s tongue.

- And what else should we do right now ? We can only observe.

- Observe his agony ? He is dying directly before our eyes, dying painfully and unstoppable.

- So he has chosen. The Majority-s, you know, sometimes outweighs.

- And what about the Awakened ?

- He’s still a baby. He has yet to grow up.

- Beautiful little one, isn’t he ?

- Certainly.

- I am so glad about him.

- So do I.

- Tell please, what forms of curing medicine have been applied to the Sleeping one up to today ?

- Initially – numerous enzymes of prophetical nature, sort of. Two thousands of parsecs ago the strongest possible antibiotic has been injected.

- Which has been successfully removed by organism in the first vomit reflex.

- Approximately so. I tell you – he’s almost hopeless.

- And what about methods of shock therapy ?

- Yet to be applied. Already soon.

- Have been the patient informed in advance ?

- Two thousand of parsecs ago, when disease signs were already on his face.

- They are already on the face ?

- Now it’s terrible even to look at him. I will not advise you doing so.

- And what about the newest local antibiotics of unique type ? I mean these, you know, returnees from non-existence.

- A part of them has been already injected, some have not been made yet.

- Do you believe that will help ?

- Such probability too cannot be neglected.

- Will they be injected simultaneously with the beginning of shock therapy ?

- Shortly before that.

- And then ?

- It’s for him to decide.

- Do you think he is still capable ?

- I hope so.

- Well, and how does Awakened one fare ?

- He has already learnt to read thoughts and gained the vision of the future. I believe he’ll grow into a nice one.

- I am too very happy with him. Even though he is a blood brother of the Sleeper.

- By the way, you have given me an excellent idea. As soon as this little one will grow up and be ready to read souls, it will be possible to send him to help, so to say, his elder brother to, so to say, move him away from the unjust path. Certainly, we will protect the Awakened one in all ways accessible to us. Minority, well, you know, is counting on our support.

- Perhaps we should delay a little the begging on this shock therapy ? Wait, until little one will grow up a bit ? This Awakened has already expressed desire to help the brother, as far as I know.

- I will consider your option, mister Admiral. I will consider it …

Devoted to the Living God …

A Newborn God was sitting over the shade of a tall mighty tree, which have not yet been given a name, and was dreaming. He has just created the Earth, and had yet to make a couple of easier worlds in the nearby star systems.

A smile was playing on the God’s lips. He rejoiced at the result of his latest work – the Earth has turned out to be extremely wonderful. There was a great variety of climates, which you would practically never find in any of the worlds, created earlier. There were mountains, rising into the heavens, and sea hollows, leading into infinity. There were giant trees, similar to the one, He was sitting underneath, and smallest, indiscernible for an eye of future inhabitants, leaves and blades of grass of unknown plants. There were an incredible variety of living semireasonable beings, beginning from some small insects, playfully creeping in a grass, and finishing with sea and terrestrial giants. In other words, this was a fine created world – possibly, one of pearls of His Creation.

It seemed that He enclosed something immensely-imperceptible into this process of Creativity. As if He has given to the Earth a part of Himself. And that is why now He was happy.

He dreamt of how humans will soon enter this world of His. How man will rejoice at the sight of his new home, created for him instead of ordinary-looking old ones. How people will settle on boundless horizons of this Creation of Creations, and will love each other and rejoice to life and the world, given by the Maker.

And thus He made a call then to the most distant reaches of the Universe for humans to gather – those, who will live in this new home – probably, the happiest ones among all living. And humans came to the Earth – not even came, actually, but have arrived from their common previous worlds on their spaceship – the ark. And they have descended down to the Earth from it and settled. And named this date as the date of world’s creation.

There were years, and there were decades, and there were hundreds of Earth years passing. Settled those ones, who arrived from far worlds, on corners of sphere terrestrial, and primogenitors of races, three in number, they became. And loved they each other, as the God asked, for some time – yet slowly to forget of love some of them have begun. And, seeing this, to help those falling asleep the God has decided – and asked He started for prophets to come into this world to advise humans of where that Light in the end of a dark tunnel lives. And came angels-prophets, warriors of fine God, to this world terrestrial and prophesied words of pure origin, purifying hearts of His beloved humans. But nevertheless, hearts of many have fallen asleep greatly and did not hear words of those prophets of great God they – and crucified His prophets. But the Most Gracious Maker did not cease to hope, for after all he loved humans even with all their lacks and was ready to help always those, Light who were seeking.

There were hundreds of earth years and there were millennia. Yet more actively and heavily did humans stray in dark and murky tunnels. And seeing human sufferings from the darkness, absorbed by them, the God has dared to make a deed compassionate. His Finest Son, by the Father’s light enlightened, He asked to come to world of humans, to help those suffering with His Light and His Love and to set them on the right path. But betrayed the Divine Son did humans, and killed his body, unable to cause harm to the pure spirit.