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Ill tell you about being named Bork.
It was born in the nucleus of a dying sun. It was thrown into the present day from the river past- future as a result of contamination of the time. It arose out of clay and aluminum, plastics and sea water, distilled in the process of evolution. It revolved, the umbilical cord hanging on the circumstances, and then, cut off from her own will, rested in the shallows of the world, which come to die.
It was part of a person in a certain place by the sea near the resort, which is somewhat out of fashion since he became evtanaziynym center. Choose from this that you want, and you may not be disappointed. On that day he was walking near the water, podtseplyaya long metal fork that threw the night the storm: a brilliant stone, which is prophetic sisters to take their souvenir shop, - the price of lunch boxes, or polishing paste for a smooth part of it; purple seaweed for salty broth of gifts Sea to his taste; buckles, buttons, beautiful shell, the white chips in the casino.
There was a strong wind, the surf seething foam. The sky was a solid blue- gray wall without graffiti birds or air transport. He walked along the whitish sand, buzzing and snapping, and dragged behind a trace - toothed zigzag and prints of one foot. Almost next to a headland, where the polar birds with forked tails rested a few days during the flights.
They have already gone farther, but the beach was still littered with their droppings rust- colored. And there he saw the girl again - the third time in three days. In the first two times she tried to talk to him, detain him.
But he passed for many reasons. Now she was not alone.
She rose to her feet - the sand talking about the rapid flight and fall. She wore the same red dress, only torn and dirty. Her black hair - cropped and very thick - disheveled as far as could be tousled. Approached it a young man from the Centre, they shared fifteen paces.
Behind him on the air gliding zavershatelnaya machine - a rare sight!
The size of a polchelovecheskogo growth and soaring around the same height, it resembled the shape of bowling pins. Its front end globulus consisted of small faces and gleaming, three thin as foil, ruffles, reminiscent tutu, glittered, rising and falling in rhythm, not associated with the wind. Hearing his footsteps or seeing his corner of her eye, she turned away from his pursuers, said " Help! " and uttered the name.
He hesitated, though for her it did not last, and seconds, and then found himself next to her.
Man and machine have stopped soaring. - What is it? - He asked flat, low, slightly musical voice. - They want to take me, - she said. , - Well? - I do not want. - Ah You are not ready? - Yes, Im not ready. - Then its simple. Misunderstanding.
He turned to the man and machine. - There must be some misunderstanding - he said. - It is not ready. - You are not concerned Bork - the man replied. - Centre decided. - So, it should be reconsidered.
She says she is not ready. - Go on loans to their business, Bork. Man stepped forward. The car followed him. Bourque raised his hands - one of the muscles, others from very different. - No, - he said. - Get out of here, - said the man. - Youre bothering. Bourque moved slowly on them.
The lights flashed in the car, her skirt fell. With a hiss she fell on the sand and remained motionless. The man stopped, backed away. - I must inform the court . . . - Go, - said Bourque. He nodded, stopped, picked up the car, povepnulsya and walked with her on the beach, not looking back.
Bourque dropped his hands. - Well, - he said the girl - now you have the time. And he went further, examining shells and driftwood.
She went after him. - They will return, - she said. - Of course. - What do I do then? - Maybe then youll be ready. She shook her head and put his hand on the mans part. - No, - she said. - I will not. - How do you know now? - I made a big mistake - she replied. - I did not have to come here. He stopped and looked at her. - It is unfortunate. It is best that you contact a psychologist at the Center. They will find a way to convince you that peace is preferable to boredom. - You they have not convinced! - She said. - Im a special case.
There can not make comparisons. - I do not want to die. - Then they can not do anything with you. Proper psychological mindset - a prerequisite. It is stipulated in the contract - the seventh paragraph. - They may be mistaken. Or, do you think they never make mistakes?
They were cremated, as all the others. - They are extremely conscientious.
With me, they were treated fairly. - Just because you are virtually immortal. Cars in your presence are closed. No man can touch you without your permission.
And did they not try to finish you in a state of unpreparedness? - By a misunderstanding. - How me? - Do not think so. He turned and walked away. - Charles Eliot Borkman! - She called. Again this name! He stopped again and began to draw a fork in the sand bars. - Why did you say? - He asked. - But this is your name? - No, - he said. - The man killed in the depths of space, where spacecrafts jumped to the wrong coordinates and was too close to the star at the time of the explosion. - He was a hero.
He gave half of his body burned, while preparing the rescue shuttle for the rest.
And he survived. - For example: some of its particles.
No more. - But its been attempted, right? - Who knows? Yesterdays policy is not worth the paper wasted on its promises and threats. - He was not just a politician, a statesman, humanist, one of the few who, when he leaves the scene, more people love than hate.
He issued a sort of laugh. - You are very kind. But if so, the last word still remains a minority. Personally, I think that it was a lot of bandits. But I am pleased that you have gone past. - You have restored so skillfully that you can survive forever, because you deserve the best. - I may have already existed for eternity. What do you want from me? - You came here to die, and change your mind. - Not exactly.
I just found a condition stipulated in the seventh paragraph. Find peace . . . - Like me. But I do not have your ability to convince the Centre. - Maybe if I go with you and talk . . . - No, - she said. - Their agreement was only enough time while youre near. People like us, they call zhiznehvatami and do not hesitate to contact us.
I have no armor, and I can not trust them like you. - So what do you want from me . . . girl? - Nora.
Call me Nora. Protect me. Thats what I want. . Let me stay with you. Youre living somewhere nearby.
Do not let them see me.
He poked a fork into the picture and began to wash him. - Are you sure you want this? - Yes! Yes, sure. - Well.
In such a case can go with me, Thats Nora settled in a hut by the sea Bork. In the first weeks, whenever were employees of the Centre, Bork insisted that they quickly left.
And then stopped coming altogether.
During the day she went with him to shore and helped to collect driftwood, because she loved the evening light the fire. And he, although heat and cold has long been indifferent to him, over time, and in his own way began to enjoy a roaring fire. During their walks, he picked heaps of garbage piled up the sea, and turning over stones, making sure that under them. - Lord What do you hope to find in this . . . this rubbish? - She asked, to keep from inhaling and retreating. - I do not know - he smiled. - Stone?
Leaf? Door? [ " . . . Stone, leaf, unfound door . . . " - The beginning of the novel. Wolf " Look at his house, Angel] .
Something just as lovely. In that way here. - Come watch the livestock in the puddles left by the tide, at least theyre clean. - Okay. While he ate more out of habit and for the sake of taste, her need to eat regularly and ability to cook made him look forward to lunches and dinners as a pleasant ritual. And later, once after dinner, she first began his polishing. This could get awkward, grotesque.
But things turned out differently. They sat before the fire, Come on, warming themselves, looking at the flames, were silent. She mechanically raised a rag, he threw on the floor and wiped away a piece of ash clinging to his side, reflecting the fire. After some time she has done it again. Much later, already concentrated, before going to sleep, she wiped the whole shiny surface. - Why did you buy a ticket here and signed the contract, if not want to die? - But I wanted to. - And something caused you to change the decision?
What? - I found the joy stronger than the desire. - Do not you tell me how? - Of course, I discovered that this is a rare, if not the only one for me, the opportunity to experience happiness. The point in this very place: depart, peaceful ending, happy care. I like watching it all - live on the edge of the entropy and ascertain how beautiful she is. - But you do not like it so much that most take it? - Yes. I find this a reason to live, not to die. Perhaps it is waning joy.
But Im flawed.
And you? - I just made a mistake and all. - As far as I remember, they spend the most thorough, comprehensive inspection. And the misfire happened to me for only one reason: they could not foresee that this place may arouse in someone the desire to live on. Maybe that happened to you something like that? - Do not know. Perhaps . . . In the days when the sky remained clear, they rested in the yellow warmth of the sun, played in simple games, and sometimes talked of flying birds, floating on drifting, branching, flowering, and swaying the inhabitants of the puddles in the sand.
She never talked about himself, did not mention what led her here, love, hate, despair, fatigue or exasperation. No, she would say only that they took on clear days, and when the weather did not allow them to leave the hut, gazing at the fire, slept or polished his armor. Much, much later, she began to sing or whistle scraps of fancy or long- forgotten songs.
And if you caught his eye, immediately fell silent and found another occupation. And then one evening, when the fire barely smoldered, and her hand polished his armor, slowly, very slowly, she said in a low voice: - I think Im beginning to love you, He said nothing, not stirred. As if not heard. - As a very strange feeling that . . .
Here . . . under such circumstances. - Yes, - he answered a little later. After another long pause, she put a cloth, took his hand - human - and felt the pressure of his reply. - Could you? - She asked in a much, much later. - Yes. But I will crush you, little girl. She held her hands over his armor, then began to stroke it is metal, the living flesh.
Pressed her lips to his cheek - a non- metallic. - Well think of something - she said, and, of course, they have devised In the following days, she often sang, and sang merry songs and fell silent as he stared at her. And sometimes, coming from a light slumber, which is required even to him, he said through his lens is the smallest saw that she was lying beside or sitting with a smile, looking at him. Sometimes he sighed - just to feel the air movement in and around, and it covers that blissful peace, which had long departed for his province of madness, dreams and vain desires.
One day they sat on the hill. The sun had almost gone, the sky appeared a star, thickened darkness melted over a tiny strip of fading day. She let go of his hand and said: - Spacecrafts. - Yes, - he said, and took her hand, - Full men. - I think they were not so much. - Its sad. - But this is probably what they want or want to want. - And its still sad. - Yes, today. Tonight its sad. - And tomorrow? - Probably, too. - And where is your former admiration for the noble end, the peaceful withdrawal? - Now this is not so occupies my thoughts. There are many more.
They watched as the stars light up until they closed up the darkness, pierced by a vague radiance and cold. Then: - What will become of us? - She said. - Gone? - He repeated. - If you were a good way, then no changes are necessary. And if not, tell me whats wrong. - Nothing, - she answered. - In this sense - nothing. Thus, some fear.
At the heart cat scratch, as they say. - Well, then scratched and I - he said, lifting her up like a feather. And with laughter carried her into the cabin. And later, much later, he escaped from the depths like a narcotic sleep - or wake her sobs. Something is wrong with his sense of timing - it seemed it was many minutes before it properly registered, and the intervals between her sobs seemed unnaturally long and stretched. - What . . . it? - He asked, suddenly realizing the light burning in the biceps. - I do not want . . . to you . . . woke up - she said. - Please, try to sleep again. - You are from the Center, right?
She averted her eyes. - It does not matter - he said. - Sleep. Please. Do not lose . . . - . . .
That requires seventh paragraph - finish it for her - you always faithfully comply with the terms of the contract. - Its not all . . . for me. - Are you in the evening told the truth? - This has been true. - Well, of course, the other now you say you can not.
Seventh paragraph . . . - Wretch! - She cried and gave him a slap. He laughed, but his laughter stopped.
On the table beside her lay a syringe and two empty ampules. - Two injections did not you tell me - he said, and she looked away. - Hurry up! In the center, in order to neutralize this stuff. - Its late. Hold me. If you want to help me, hold me.
He wrapped it all with their own hands, and they lay there until the tide rolled wind, blowing, freezes, honing and perfecting, their blades. I think . . . Ill tell you about being named Bork. It was born in the heart of a dying star. Part human and part of many others.
If these parts fails, the human part of them cut off and mended. If it fails, they cut off her and restored. It was created so skillfully that could exist forever.
But if part of it died, the others could continue to function, reproducing the steps that had previously committed a whole being. And in the same place by the sea, the waters edge walks object, poking a long metal fork in the other items made in the sand waves. The human part - or part of the human side - dead.
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