1.Neon cube
I did not know anyone here. Their smiles were flared simultaneously with the beat of the wave. I was leaving them behind to drown in such a black crowd. There is a room at the next. When I opened the door, their sweet palms had crumbling by gold on my clothes. I was knew one person here. Her mirror lenses kept per oneself the child's sincerity. Her words slowly sounded by the wings of a helicopter. A week ago she sacrificed her cheap life to me, hoping to remain close. So be it. I know that she looks only at me now. Following her in this living tunnel, I go out into the air. The smooth dance her shadow on the linen of the sunset make a steam whispering, till she melting by my sight. The smooth dance her shadow on the linen of the sunset whisper by steam till she melts in my sight. Her breath squander by flowers in this spring evening, when I just looking at the reflection of the sun in her eyes.
She utters her thoughts expecting reciprocity, but I can only give her my body and a feigned reaction. How I wish I could carry her dream in me and like a mother in silence listen carefully to a small heart. But my condition is like a person's childhood, when it cares just about himself, about its creative self-expression in games. It seems to me that the desire to start a family, to achieve recognition or to make progress in science - is simply a substitute for dolls, water pistols and the forbidden fruit. It is unovercome, and therefore my last egocentric dream was to become an adult and look for it all not just for myself. Such awareness attracts the only attention of a few people, so I sleep with such beautiful things as this. Her fragile shoulders want to surrender to my empty embrace, and the soul covet to feel the elusive moment of union. Honestly, I just love my emotions with her and try to make a good impression because of decorum.
We are talking about new pictures for a clothes, about new applications for a lenses, about new acquaintances for a week. We drive among the same interlocutors by the route to a common acquaintance, not far, expounding pieces of proposals by snippets. Office monoliths in the violet dusk go down under the shear of orange clouds hiding a beige clod. Today I'm gonna have a good time in the company of three personalities, because tomorrow we all will be losted in the streets and intersections.
The massive hypercenter, thoroughly riddled vectors by motion of visitors exudes tangible food aromas and is sympating to every stranger. At night, if to be turned away from it and not to breathe, the lights on the asphalt and the noise behind oneself becoming the light from flames and panic of fleeing victims. This feeling is spoiling only by the popular music on the background. So I turn on the sound of the bonfire when I wait for someone here alone. I know this building only a year, but his lines already catch weary my imagination, that's cannot be said about our mutual acquaintan, who tonight again looks unique. He is slightly taller than me, manfully and always neat. Wavy hair by stormy flowing falling down on his shoulders, bordered by the reflection of the lanterns behind. His new entertaining print by the transfusing green and red patterns play on a sweater.
We warmly greet each other and go to the park area, discussing the desired options for pastime. Under the crowns of flowering maples our communication becomes tastier. A pleasant spring evening absorb time, and we gladly agree to stay in nature until dark, taking light snacks. I block the lensvisor, leaving my geodata accessed, so that later another boy joins us, and I return to the conversation.
Cute sitting under a canopy and playing crumpled the hem of skirt by dark matter, describing the recently watched film I saw. There were two words that embarrassed me among her first short clarifying remarks : our days. Our days - as improbable to me, to the person for which all of humanity constantly matured, for which people were killed; For a person who will live in its creation, which exists always and never. Woven by waves, collected by particles and filled by ether, I am is all of existence now. All the days of this mortal planet metaphysically summation in me, but the film did not contain a little month.
Its characters were madly proving to each other that they are worthy of existence, experiencing sinusoidal changes in their self-esteem. This was inducing them to vile and good deeds with a period of twenty-five minutes of screen time. In it writers separately showed well the heroic image of a man who was acting advisable, but in destructive circumstances. It's like example, our stately interlocutor: in spite of the fact that this topic does not interest him now, he listens to the sound of the helicopter wings, which is insanely trying to prove that the subject making its is worthy of existence, same a genitals or a god. In my version part, the culmination is technogenic catastrophe, as it is now fashionable: to make Incomplete final and, indulging the wishes of the public, to contine further. The recent attempts of the still popular cinematograph not to lag behind the gaming industry doom the firsts investors to poverty, that not familiar to this young graphic designer of textile products sitting next to me.
I've known him for about six months. He living with his sister at the edge of one the sleepy area, and his large-format windows illustrate the monotonous bustle of the city by great volume every day. This is one of the reasons why he prefers a nocturnal lifestyle, and still sleepy in this early evening with us. He often invites us to night street gaming matches, where I had first meet with him. Then we participated in some action-game in same team, and this guy showed no bad athletic ability. Funny, now he wants to bribe us with some bonuses, and most likely I'll give in to get a couple of damages by his blaster in the morning.
We talked for another fifteen minutes, until the darkness had been hang in a space full of rustling foliage and bright signals of insects. The white gradient, had flowed down to us along the paving stones was tackling my feet and was pulling into a small speech-room at the exit of the park. There, among the trees, lay a neon cube, which was called a non-trivial name from neoliterature. Among his entrails, it has seemed to us quite comfortable to do symbiosis. I took a raspberry cocktail and noticed how one girl is watching us, abstracting talk at the table. Maybe she likes me, but now I just don't want to get acquainted, especially since the conversation of our company's has an interesting topic for me.
After all, astrophysicists have chosen themselves one ball of the four applicants for terraforming, and I would not mind doing it. The boys were happy to hear the opinion of a student environmentalist about this, and I had no right to abstain. Told them about the Danvirilov engine how much knew, which could help to deliver equipment to the surface as planned. Said a couple of words about the gas converter and the proposed ways of creating the initial flora. The result of the planned work should be a stably developing colony. In the worst case, the metal rgans of perception of the universe will simply remain in another system. Fortunately, there are no problems on Mars yet. By the way, recently I watched a short single-line fantastic film how in the future people has found a planet with better living conditions than on Earth - a kind of paradise. I think that humanity will never cease to believe in fable tales and spoil everything when it become reality. In this regard, rather, any religion is not a deterrent, with all its moral rules, but on the contrary: religions are impregnated not by a natural desire for us to enslave nature, both material and personal. It justify selfishness, leaving a person unpunished, like a keeping the deadly patient in a coma by medicines. But I'm not really bad inside! At least my boyfriends think same. And indeed, there has always a desire to help been in me. I think this vector from egoism to altruism is nothing else than reappearance consciousness of oneself like a god from an animal. When I do advisable actions, I am motivated by the fact that ostensibly I can do everything, and I have enough resources to implement any of my ideas. The idea of harmony that lives in every person seems to me a peaceful coexistence of everything that exists, the happiness of a quantum society. Of course, if possible, I would spend all my energy to incarnation it, but when by aged I comprehended that I can not do everything, I had to creating this "paradise" at least around myself, sometimes just to survive. Because of this mental immaturity, the settlers in the film began to fight even in a new wonderful territory. Compared to them, I made a holy act, giving a some space to the boy we were waiting for.
I call him Vinogradov, because of an external resemblance to the geochemist of the twentieth century: a short sharp beak between the flowing cheeks is forty-five centimeters above the sill and a calm gait. I've known him for two years. Unclear, we studied in common for lil time, then decided to go into medicine. Not finding himself, he has begun everyday to lose a mother to supplements. A couple of times I was visiting when she could still talk. She suffered the fate of becoming a victim of next terrorist act committed by next outcast in a condition of desperation. Such people create destructively for the sake of satisfying their thirst to create. This opposition of a person to the inner image of an ideal in oneself I call evil. Evil is the desire to harm all that exists-at least somehow express oneself and provide oneself with a enough of resources. I hope the neural adjustment will stop it, at least the lenses were not bad at the time. Vinogradov sometimes went without them, without fear of attack. This can be attributed to his psychological features and In the rest he is normal. Told us about he to got a job to gardening, for serving a watering stations, and by a plastic face offered to go drink.
Tiny wanted to return to the black crowd, than intrigued the Painter, but the rest wanted tranquility, and Pharmacist decided to compromise, undertaking the search for home meetings. Contacted the owner of the suitable place, we were going to leave the equilateral parallelepiped, having done a couple more cases in the restroom. I come after a young and beautiful for a minute, probably, no one knocks. And after everything was done, I open the door to go out, but cthat girl turns off the light and bring me back, passionately kissing.