Book-12. Gravity cyclone, novella. V. Speys
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want you to become smarter and use the full extent of opportunities.
your body, your being and lived for the joy of each other.
– Sorry, but the level of technology that you have reached is many times over
exceeds ours. – the astronaut tried to object.
– Yes. But, our technique is combined with human capabilities, – while the pilot looked at the robot, – and sometimes there is no difference.
– No, it’s not convincing! You’d better help us, share your secrets,
knowledge. Otherwise, just watch. Elena could not resist, began to complain with annoyance in her voice, – Peeping? From under the teshki, spying? – to which the pilot smiled only slightly. The woman – the pilot at this time pressed some keys. A hole has formed in the wall of the module.
– Ask. – The UFOman stood up to his full height and gestured Elena to the exit.
Chapter 2
The sharply defined exit, against the background of the whitish fog, looked like a frame hanging on the milky-white wall from which the painting had been taken out. The pilot was the first to step into the fog, then the female pilot. Elena hesitated.
– Be bolder, bolder, don’t be afraid. – she heard the encouraging voice of MB-20, which still stood in the niche of the wall. And she stepped into the white mist. behind the white shroud of the entrance there were steps leading down to the green dewy grass. Startled, the astronaut ran down the steps and found herself on the green grass. Before the amazed gaze, the village of Jurmala, familiar from childhood, opened. Here she lived with her parents until the age of six, until the seed moved to Riga. Somewhere the sound of the sea was heard, and in front, near a pine grove, was their house. Elena forgot everything in the world from surging feelings. She ran forward. Her legs, it seemed, carried her to childhood, at that distant time. Outside the house, in a light haze of fog, she saw the figure of a man in a black pea jacket. He pounded a board to the wooden wall of the house, working with a hammer in concentration. And something in him was painfully familiar and dear. My heart suddenly fluttered, a hunted lark fluttered in the cage: – Father! Elena screamed. She rushed forward. The man turned around at the cry, raised his shaggy wheat eyebrows in surprise and looked coldly with chilling indifference at the approaching daughter. Elena stopped rooted to the spot a meter from him.
– Father! already quietly, almost in a whisper, she said. The man raised his eyebrows to the top again, then indifferently looked at the figure of his daughter:
– Hello. – he finally said, – I don’t understand what you want? – the cold alien tone in her father’s voice cooled Elena’s surging feelings. Tears of their own accord ran down the poor woman’s cheeks, she mechanically reached for a handkerchief in her overalls pocket and only now discovered that she was wearing a round transparent helmet, ideally fitted to a tight-fitting silver body, an extraterrestrial spacesuit.
– Oh, father! – burst out again through her almost sobbing. Somewhere far away, images from distant childhood began to awaken in consciousness. Everything down to the smallest detail, so familiar in this courtyard. Everything. And this flower garden, and the path to the house. It was beyond her strength. She took a deep breath, coming to her senses and suddenly, like lightning, a thought struck:
– «So after all… HE …", – I didn’t want to think about it, but annoying thoughts drilled my brain, – «dead, dead, dead…» – she was 12 years old then, when her father did not return from the sea. Mom said then that their ship sank and all the fishermen were killed. But how is it, why does not he know her? Elena insistently repeated:
– I’m a father, Lenochka, your daughter! – she said in Latvian. But the father already looked irritatedly with cold blue eyes and said:
– I don’t know who Lena is, especially her daughter! – he turned away and went to the stack of boards for a new one. I began to look for a suitable board there. The daughter blushed. helplessly threw up her hands, turned around, looking for help. The pilot of the UFO module was already hurrying to her: – Let’s get to know each other better. – trying to distract the woman, he began:
– My name is Yeet. But my companion…
– Eola. – stretching out her hand, according to earthly custom, the UFO pilot introduced herself.
– Eola, almost namesake. – Recovering a little, Elena answered, shaking her hand.
– This is the planet of the dead. The energy counterparts of every deceased live here
on the ground. As if they continue to exist here.
– Well, why doesn’t he remember? – Elena exclaimed impatiently stamping her foot like a capricious girl.
«You see,» interposed Eola, «the universe is in perfect equilibrium,
based on this … – she did not finish. My father was already returning with a board on his shoulder. The UFOs rushed to take Elena to the module. Sitting there, in a comfortable chair, she was surprised to find that she was wearing her onboard spacesuit, only without a helmet.
– Are you wondering how we do it? – Yeet said, – Very simple. But this is not subject to disclosure, so we will not tell you Elena in some secrets.
– But why? – the astronaut tried to argue, – We, what, in your opinion, are not in
able to perceive information? – She curiously looked from Eet to Aeola in turn. The faces of the UFOs were impassive. But MB-20 was very talkative.
– Oh, you Elena have no idea what it means to be a robot. At all
there are no feelings, but only emotions. Oh, this is wonderful! I would never agree to become like this a humanoid.
– Do you know MB-twenty, what is love?
– Yes, of course, this will be earthly attachment. – Yeet and Eola exchanged meaningful glances. Elena thought that Yeet winked at her. Friendships have been established. MB-20 played his part in the crew as well as the social etiquette of the Coalition Observer Force demanded.
Chapter 3
It was a blindingly bright, gentle, warm day. The summer air smelled of freshly cut hay, apples, honey. The birds competed in every way in singing in the branches of the backyard gardens, scattered here and there on a vast hill occupied by the village. The houses were almost the same type. white walls and peaked roofs covered with tiles. At the junction of the roofs one could see the installed crosses, shining in the rays of the sun. Elena, closing her eyes, tried to examine their surface sparkling in the sky.
– «Like TV antennas». – a thought came to her aid.
– No, – she heard behind her, – these are not antennas, these are power receivers. Well, in general, something like a home power plant. – Eola in a motherly way, bending over Elena, explained the purpose of the crosses, but Eet stopped her with a gesture of her hand. Noticing this, Elena tried to protest, but the thought immediately went out of her head somewhere, and already trying to remember what she wanted to ask, turned her absent-minded gaze to the road leading to the village. The church bells suddenly rang out. Melodious and pleasing to the ear, he floated over the plain, descending to the ravines and old women, lost far away in the blue groves on the horizon.
– What is it? Elena asked.
– Today is a fruit harvest festival. – Yeet answered, – Let’s go! – with a gesture he invited to follow him. Elena looked at the huge figure of the UFO and was amazed at its harmony, proportionality and restrained strength, guessed in every movement of the body. But the admiration was hampered by the too noticeable tassels on the tops of the ears, and four fingers on