Caibidil 4. Doirse
Tar Ă©is an bua a fhĂĄil sa chath le vices agus temptations an chaipitleachais dhigitigh ag meath, thĂĄinig an chĂ©ad rath ar Max. Beag, ar ndĂłigh, ach fĂłs. D'Ă©irigh leis sna scrĂșduithe cĂĄilitheacha le dathanna eitilte agus fiĂș lĂ©im cĂ©im suas an drĂ©imire gairme dĂreach go dtĂ optimizer naoĂș catagĂłir. Ar an tonn ratha, chinn sĂ© pĂĄirt a ghlacadh i bhforbairt iarratais ar mhaisiĂș trĂĄthnĂłna corparĂĄideach na Bliana Nua. Ar ndĂłigh, nĂor ghnĂłthachtĂĄil Ă© seo: d'fhĂ©adfadh aon fhostaĂ Telecom a chuid smaointe a thairiscint don iarratas, agus bhĂ dhĂĄ chĂ©ad oibrĂ deonach pĂĄirteach san fhorbairt, gan coimeĂĄdaithe saincheaptha a chomhaireamh. Ach bhĂ sĂșil ag Max ar an mbealach seo aird duine Ă©igin a mhealladh Ăłn mbainistĂocht, agus, ina theannta sin, ba Ă© seo a chĂ©ad saothar fĂorchruthaitheach Ăł thĂĄinig sĂ© i gcathair Tula.
BhĂ Laura May ar dhuine de na coimeĂĄdaithe Ăł thaobh na heagraĂochta de, agus bhĂ cĂșpla uair an chloig de chumarsĂĄid phearsanta lĂ©i mar bhĂłnas taitneamhach do ghnĂomhaĂochtaĂ deonacha. Fuair ââMax amach gur duine fĂor-dhuine Ă Laura, ina theannta sin, nĂor fhĂ©ach sĂ nĂos measa nĂĄ sa phictiĂșr, agus de rĂ©ir a dearbhuithe, nĂor ĂșsĂĄid sĂ clĂĄir chosmaideacha riamh. Chomh maith leis sin, dâiompair Laura an-chompordach, rinne aoibh ghĂĄire beagnach an t-am ar fad agus chaith sĂ toitĂnĂ costasacha sintĂ©iseacha dĂreach ina hionad oibre, gan eagla ar bith roimh fhĂneĂĄlacha nĂł smachtbhannaĂ eile. Gan aon chomharthaĂ leadrĂĄnach infheicthe, dâĂ©ist sĂ leis na sonraĂ teicniĂșla a bhĂodh de shĂor ag dul isteach i gcomhrĂĄite na ngasĂșr a bhĂ ar crochadh timpeall uirthi agus rinne sĂ iarracht fiĂș gĂĄire a dhĂ©anamh faoina gcuid scĂ©alta grinn. FiĂș amhĂĄin gur Ă©irigh le Laura Ă©irĂ as caitheamh tobac san ionad oibre agus a bheith eolach ar na hĂșdarĂĄis is airde Martian nĂ raibh sĂ© ina chĂșis le greannĂș Max. Rinne sĂ© iarracht a chur i gcuimhne dĂł fĂ©in nĂos minice nach raibh anseo ach cuid dĂĄ post: fir dĂșr a spreagadh chun pĂĄirt a ghlacadh i ngach cineĂĄl gnĂomhaĂochtaĂ amaitĂ©aracha saor in aisce, agus go deimhin bhĂ Masha aige, a bhĂ ag fanacht i MoscĂł fuar i bhfad i gcĂ©in dĂł a rĂ©iteach ar deireadh. cuireadh ar vĂosa . Agus shĂl sĂ© freisin nach bhfuil aon tĂĄbhacht ar leith ag baint le hĂĄilleacht agus draĂocht na mban i saol na seachmaill, mar go bhfĂ©achann gach duine ar an mbealach is mian leo, agus breathnaĂonn agus labhraĂonn na rĂłbĂłnna go hidĂ©alach. Ach bhris Laura an riail seo go hĂ©asca, agus mar sin ar mhaithe le deich nĂłimĂ©ad de chomhrĂĄ gan bhrĂ lĂ©i, bhĂ Max rĂ©idh le dul i ngleic leis an iarratas saoire ar feadh leath na hoĂche agus ina dhiaidh sin nĂor mhothaigh sĂ© fiĂș go raibh sĂ© in ĂșsĂĄid go hĂĄirithe.
Mar sin, bhĂ an t-am ag druidim go mĂłr le tosĂș cheiliĂșradh na Bliana Nua, rud a tĂłgadh go han-dĂĄirĂre i Telecom. Shuigh Max ar an tolg i gceann de na tolglanna, ag corraigh go tuisceanach ar a chaife agus ag tweaking socruithe a sceallĂłg, ag iarraidh gnĂĄthfheidhmĂocht a fheidhmchlĂĄir fĂ©in a bhaint amach. Go dtĂ seo, bhĂ an chuma ar na tĂĄstĂĄlacha a bheith ag dul go breĂĄ, gan aon picteilĂnĂ speisialta nĂł screenshots. Phleas Boris sĂos ar an tolg in aice lĂĄimhe.
- Bhuel, beidh muid ag dul?
- Fan, cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad eile.
- D'fhåg daoine år n-earnåil, beidh siad ar meisce cheana féin sula sroicheann muid. Dåla an scéil, thåinig siad suas le téama amhrasach do phåirtà corparåideach.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth?
- An fĂ©idir leat a shamhlĂș cad iad na ceannlitreacha a bheidh sa nuacht mĂĄ fhaigheann na hiomaitheoirĂ siar Ă©? âThaispeĂĄin Telecom a dathanna dĂlseâ... agus Ă© sin go lĂ©ir.
- Sin an fĂĄth go bhfuil an pĂĄirtĂ dĂșnta. Toirmisceann an feidhmchlĂĄr ceamaraĂ Ăł dhrones pearsanta, tĂĄiblĂ©ad, agus fĂseĂĄin Ăł nĂ©archips.
- Mar an gcéanna, tå an téama demonic seo, i mo thuairim, beagån overkill.
- Cad a tharla anuraidh?
â Anuraidh bhĂomar ag Ăłl go sĂșgach sa chlub. BhĂ comĂłrtas de shaghas Ă©igin ar siĂșl chomh maith... scĂłrĂĄil gach Ă©inne astu.
â Sin go dĂreach an fĂĄth ar dhĂrigh muid anois ar dhearadh tĂ©amach, gan comĂłrtais dĂșr. Agus bhuaigh tĂ©ama na n-eitleĂĄn nĂos Ăsle de shuĂomh Planescape de rĂ©ir thorthaĂ vĂłta macĂĄnta.
- Sea, bhĂ a fhios agam i gcĂłnaĂ nach bhfĂ©adfaĂ muinĂn a bheith agat as rudaĂ mar seo. Roghnaigh tĂș an ĂĄbhar seo le haghaidh spraoi, ceart?
â NĂl aon smaoineamh agam, mhol mĂ© Ă© mar is maith liom brĂ©agĂĄn an-ĂĄrsa amhĂĄin sa suĂomh seo. Mhol siad freisin liathrĂłid Satan i stĂl An MĂĄistir agus Margarita, ach chinn siad go raibh sĂ© rĂł-seanrĂ© agus nach raibh sĂ© faiseanta.
- Hmmm, casadh sĂ© amach gur mhol tĂș Ă©... Ar a laghad bheadh ââna naoi gciorcal ifreann dĂ©anta acu, murach sin bheadh ââsuĂomh ĂĄrsa de chineĂĄl Ă©igin aimsithe acu clĂșdaithe le caonach.
- SuĂomh den scoth, i bhfad nĂos fearr nĂĄ do Warcraft. Agus dâfhĂ©adfadh baint mhĂshlĂĄintiĂșil a bheith ann le hifreann Dante.
- TĂĄ sĂ© mar go bhfuil siad an-shlĂĄintiĂșil leis seo ...
Chuaigh fear eile isteach sa seomra beagnach folamh: ard, lag agus awkward-look. BhĂ gruaig dhonn neamhghlan, chatach air, fad ghualainn agus laethanta de choinĂn ar a leicne. Agus Ă© seo ĂĄ mheas aige, agus ag lĂ©iriĂș scoite beag ina radharc, dâĂ©irigh leis faillĂ a dhĂ©anamh ina chuma, idir fhĂor agus dhigiteach. Fuair ââMax splĂ©achadh air cĂșpla uair, agus chroch Boris go sĂĄsta a lĂĄmh ar an nĂșĂosach.
- Hey, Grig, iontach! NĂor fhĂĄg tĂș le gach duine ach an oiread?
âNĂ raibh mĂ© ag iarraidh dul ar chor ar bith,â mumbled Grig, ag stopadh os comhair Boris, a bhĂ ina suĂ ar an tolg.
â Seo Grig Ăłn roinn seirbhĂse. Grig, seo Max - fear iontach, oibrĂmid le chĂ©ile.
ShĂn Grig a lĂĄmh go suairc, mar sin nĂor Ă©irigh le Max ach a mhĂ©ar a chroitheadh. Roinnt chĂłnaisc agus cĂĄblaĂ peeked amach as faoi na muinchille de lĂ©ine plaid caite. Nuair a chonaic Grieg go raibh Max ag tabhairt aird orthu, tharraing sĂ© sĂos a muinchille lĂĄithreach.
- TĂĄ sĂ© seo le haghaidh oibre. NĂ maith liom comhĂ©adain gan sreang, tĂĄ sĂ© nĂos iontaofa. â Ghluais Grieg rud beag: ar chĂșis Ă©igin bhĂ nĂĄire air mar gheall ar a chibearnetics.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth nĂĄr theastaigh uait dul? â Chinn Max an comhrĂĄ a choinneĂĄil ag imeacht.
â NĂ maith liom an topaic.
- Feiceann tĂș, Max, nĂ maith le go leor daoine Ă©.
â CĂ©n fĂĄth ar vĂłtĂĄil tĂș ansin? Cad Ă© nach dtaitnĂonn?
âSea, nĂl sĂ© go maith ar bhealach Ă©igin glĂ©asadh suas mar gach cineĂĄl biotĂĄillĂ olc, fiĂș le haghaidh spraoi...â Chuir Grig leisce ort arĂs.
- TĂĄ mĂ© ag impĂ ort! Inseoidh tĂș do na Martians cad atĂĄ go maith agus cad nach bhfuil. Cuirimis cosc ââar OĂche Shamhna freisin.
â Sea, is fĂor-theicnofascists nĂł teicneoirĂ na Martians de ghnĂĄth. NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh aon nĂ naofa! - DĂșirt Boris categorically. - Max, casadh sĂ© amach, nĂ hamhĂĄin a bhĂ i gceannas ar fhorbairt an iarratais, ach thĂĄinig sĂ© suas leis an ĂĄbhar seo freisin.
- NĂl, tĂĄ an t-iarratas fionnuar. NĂl an-suim agam ar laethanta saoire i gcoitinne... agus na claochluithe seo go lĂ©ir freisin. Bhuel, sin Ă© an cineĂĄl duine atĂĄ ionamâŠ,â thĂĄinig nĂĄire ar Grig, de rĂ©ir dealraimh ag cinneadh gur chiontaigh sĂ© gan chuimhneamh ar cheannasaĂ diana Ă©igin i bpearsa Max.
- NĂ raibh mĂ© ag stiĂșradh, stop a luĂ.
- TĂĄ sĂ© ceart go leor a bheith measartha. Anois tĂĄ tĂș i ndĂĄirĂre superstar linn. I mo chuimhne, nĂor lĂ©im aon duine trĂd an bpost tar Ă©is scrĂșduithe cĂĄilitheacha. I measc na gcĂłdĂłirĂ inĂĄr n-earnĂĄil, ar ndĂłigh. Nach raibh aon oibrĂ iarainn mar seo agat?
âNĂ cuimhin liom... nĂor thug mĂ© aird ar bhealach Ă©iginâŠâ chroith GrĂĄig.
- Agus chuir Max an ruaig ar Laura May à féin freisin, nà chreidfeå é.
- Borya, stop ranting. DĂșirt mĂ© cĂ©ad uair cheana fĂ©in: tĂĄ Masha agam.
- Sea, agus beidh tĂș i do chĂłnaĂ go sona sĂĄsta go deo lĂ©i nuair a thiocfaidh sĂ faoi dheireadh go Mars. NĂł, ar chĂșis Ă©igin, nĂ bhfaighidh sĂ vĂosa agus fanfaidh sĂ i MoscĂł... NĂĄ habair liom nĂĄr bhuail tĂș Laura fĂłs? NĂĄ bĂ i do shlog, a Max, nĂ Ăłlann siad siĂșd nach nglacann rioscaĂ seaimpĂn!
- Sea, bâfhĂ©idir nĂĄr mhaith liom bualadh uirthi! Is dĂłigh leis, i bhfianaise leath ĂĄr n-earnĂĄla lena mbaineann, go bhfuil mĂ© tiomanta cheana fĂ©in do thuairisciĂș ar an bprĂłiseas rigging. Agus is cosĂșil go bhfuil tĂș fĂ©in i do theaghlach, cĂ©n cineĂĄl spĂ©ise mĂshlĂĄintiĂșil Ă© sin?
- Bhuel, nĂ ligim ar rud ar bith. NĂor chaith aon duine againn dhĂĄ uair an chloig ina hoifig. Agus crochann tĂș ansin an t-am ar fad, agus mar sin is Ă© do dhualgas, mar ionadaĂ an teaghlaigh fhireann glĂłrmhar, amadĂĄn a dhĂ©anamh agus a bheith cinnte tuairisc a thabhairt do do chomrĂĄdaithe. Ar an mbealach, tĂĄ sĂ© molta le fada ag Arsen grĂșpa dĂșnta a chruthĂș ar MarinBook chun cabhrĂș leat le comhairle agus foghlaim faoin dul chun cinn go pras.
- NĂ hea, is cinnte go bhfuil imnĂ ort. B'fhĂ©idir gur cheart duit grianghraif agus fĂseĂĄin a uaslĂłdĂĄil freisin le dul chun cinn ann?
- NĂ raibh sĂșil againn fiĂș inĂĄr n-aislingĂ is fiĂĄine faoin bhfĂseĂĄn, ach Ăłs rud Ă© go ngeallann tĂș fĂ©in ... glacfaidh mĂ© d'fhocal ar a shon i mbeagĂĄn focal. Grig, an fĂ©idir leat a dhearbhĂș, mĂĄs rud ar bith?
- Cad? - a d'iarr Grig, go soiléir caillte ann féin.
âĂ, rud ar bith,â chroith Boris a lĂĄmh.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil Laura ag cur an oiread sin isteach ort?
"Os a comhair, tå leath de na Martians ag rith ar a gcosa deiridh." Agus tå aithne orthu go ginearålta mar gheall ar a neamhshuim beagnach iomlån do mhnå de bhunadh neamh-Mhartach. Cad is féidir léi a dhéanamh nach féidir le mnå eile? Tå suim ag gach duine.
- Agus cad iad na leaganacha?
â Cad iad na leaganacha a d'fhĂ©adfadh a bheith ann? I gcĂșrsaĂ den sĂłrt sin, nĂlimid ag brath ar rĂĄflaĂ agus ar thuairimĂ neamhfhĂoraithe. TĂĄ eolas iontaofa de dhĂth orainn, go pearsanta.
- Sea, ar ndĂłigh. Anseo, a Boryan, i ndĂĄirĂre, cruthaigh bot duit fĂ©in lena cuma agus bĂodh an oiread spraoi agus is mian leat.
- An ndearna tĂș dearmad ar cad a leanann siamsaĂocht le rĂłbĂłnna? Chun claochlĂș rĂĄthaithe go scĂĄth.
- I gceist agam ach an prĂłiseas fooling, rud ar bith nĂos mĂł.
- ScriĂș an bot! TĂĄ tuairim mhaith agat fĂșinn. Ceart go leor, a ligean ar dul, beidh muid chailleann an bus deireanach. Sea, faraor, ar bhĂĄd ar an Abhainn Styx.
Tar Ă©is an coinĂn bĂĄn annoying i veist, d'fhĂĄg siad an seomra scĂthe agus pas a fhĂĄil ar na hallaĂ dimly lit den earnĂĄil leas iomlĂĄn a bhaint agus seirbhĂs do chustaimĂ©irĂ. NĂ raibh fĂĄgtha ach an t-aistriĂș dualgais, curtha i gcathaoireacha lĂĄimhe doimhne agus bunachair shonraĂ lĂonra inmheĂĄnacha leadrĂĄnach.
BhĂ prĂomhĂĄitreabh na hoifige suite i sraitheanna agus feadh imlĂne istigh na mballaĂ tacaĂochta agus roinneadh iad i mbloic laistigh de na sraitheanna. Agus sa lĂĄr bhĂ seafta le ardaitheoirĂ lasta agus paisinĂ©irĂ. Dâardaigh sĂ© Ăł dhoimhneacht an phlĂĄinĂ©id suas go dtĂ an deic bhreathnĂłireachta ag barr thaca an chruinneachĂĄin chumhachta os cionn an dromchla, as a bhfĂ©adfadh duine fĂ©achaint ar na dumhcha dearga gan deireadh. DĂșirt siad go mbeadh am ag an tĂ© a thit isteach sa mhianach Ăłn deic breathnadĂłireachta uacht dhigiteach a tharraingt suas agus a dheimhniĂș agus Ă© ag eitilt go dtĂ an bun. San iomlĂĄn, bhĂ na cĂ©adta urlĂĄr ollmhĂłr ag an bprĂomhoifig agus nĂ dĂłcha go mbeadh fostaĂ ann, fiĂș duine de na daoine is cĂĄiliĂșla, a thabharfadh cuairt orthu go lĂ©ir ina shaol. Ina theannta sin, diĂșltaĂodh do dhaoine a raibh imrĂ©iteach orĂĄiste nĂł buĂ orthu dul isteach i roinnt urlĂĄr. Mar shampla, iad siĂșd ina raibh oifigĂ agus ĂĄrasĂĄin luxurious bosses mĂłra Martian suite. Ăitreabh VIP den sĂłrt sin a bhĂ ĂĄitithe go prĂomha ar na hurlĂĄir lĂĄir den tacaĂocht. BhĂ stĂĄisiĂșin uathrialacha fuinnimh agus ocsaigine i bhfolach ĂĄit Ă©igin i doimhneacht an phoill. Maidir leis an gcuid eile, nĂ raibh aon deighilt speisialta i dtĂ©armaĂ airde socrĂșchĂĄin, ach rinne siad iarracht gan aon rud tĂĄbhachtach a chur sa tĂșr os cionn na talĂșn. Ghlac an roinn oibrĂochtaĂ lĂonra roinnt sraitheanna nĂos gaire do uasteorainn na huaimhe, in aice leis na stĂĄisiĂșin duĂĄla do na drones. Ă fhuinneoga an bhloic scĂthe dâfhĂ©adfaĂ trĂ©ada de fheithiclĂ seirbhĂse mĂłra agus beaga a fheiceĂĄil i gcĂłnaĂ.
BhĂ an t-ardaitheoir, ar a dtugtar an coinĂn roimh rĂ©, ag fanacht leo sa halla mhĂłr. Ba Ă© Boris an chĂ©ad duine a chuaigh isteach, chas sĂ© thart agus dĂșirt le glĂłr uafĂĄsach:
- Bhuel, mortals pathetic: atĂĄ ag iarraidh a dhĂol a n-anam?
Agus d'iompaigh sĂ© ina dheamhan gearr dearg le sciathĂĄin bheaga agus fangs fada ag brĂș amach as an jaw Ăochtair agus uachtarach. Ar a chrios crochadh casĂșr ollmhĂłr le gob ar a chĂșl, a bhĂ ina lann corrĂĄn-chruthach le serrations uafĂĄsach. BhĂ Boris fillte i bpatrĂșn criss-cross le slabhra trom agus liathrĂłid spiked ag an deireadh.
âBa cheart dom fĂ©achaint ar an amadĂĄn a shocraĂonn a anam a dhĂol le troich.â
"Is dwarf mé ... is éard atå i gceist agam, cad é an ifreann, is diabhal mé."
- Sea, is gnome dearg tĂș le sciathĂĄin. NĂł b'fhĂ©idir orc beag dearg le sciathĂĄin.
- Agus is cuma, nĂl aon rialacha maidir leis an bhfeisteas i dâiarratas.
- Is cuma liom, ar ndĂłigh, ach nĂ ligfidh Warcraft duit imeacht, fiĂș ag cĂłisir corparĂĄideach.
âCeart go leor, tĂĄim cineĂĄl gearr ar shamhlaĂocht, admhaĂm Ă©?â CĂ© hĂ© tusa?
DĂșnadh doirse trĂ©dhearcacha an ardaitheora agus chuaigh sraitheanna iomadĂșla na prĂomhoifige anĂos. D'Ă©irigh Max as an tseamĂĄntas feidhmĂochta agus sheol sĂ© an feidhmchlĂĄr.
-An bhfuil tĂș ifrit?
âFeictear dom nach bhfuil ann ach fear ar lasadh,â a dĂșirt Grieg go tobann.
- DĂreach. I ndĂĄirĂre, is mise Ignus, carachtar Ăłn gcluiche ĂĄrsa sin. DhĂłigh mĂ© cathair iomlĂĄn agus, mar dhĂoltas, d'oscail na cĂłnaitheoirĂ tairseach pearsanta dom chuig an eitleĂĄn tine. Agus cĂ© go bhfuil sĂ© doomed mĂ© a dhĂł beo go deo, tĂĄ comhcheangal fĂor bainte amach agam le mo chuid. Is Ă© seo an praghas ar eolas fĂor.
- Pf..., is fearr a bheith i do orc le sciathĂĄin, tĂĄ sĂ© ar bhealach nĂos gaire do na daoine.
- I tine feicim an domhan mar rud fĂor.
- Ă, seo chugainn, tosĂłidh tĂș ag brĂș ar do fhealsĂșnacht arĂs. Tar Ă©is filleadh Ăłn Dreamland fucking seo, thĂĄinig rud Ă©igin difriĂșil ort. Stopfaimid: faoi scĂĄthanna agus mar sin de - is scĂ©al Ă© seo, go hionraic.
- Mar sin nach bhfuil do scåth féin feicthe agat?
- Bhuel, cinnte chonaic mĂ© rud Ă©igin, ach nĂl mĂ© rĂ©idh chun Ă© a dheimhniĂș. Agus is cinnte nach ndearna mo scĂĄth mĂșirĂn mo chuid inchinn le fealsĂșnacht dĂșr.
Stop an t-ardaitheoir go rĂ©idh ar an gcĂ©ad urlĂĄr. ThĂĄinig ardĂĄn cabhrach le rĂĄillĂ lĂĄimhe lĂĄithreach, rĂ©idh chun tĂș a thabhairt dĂreach chuig na busanna.
âRachaimid trĂd an mbealach isteach,â a mhol Boris. âDâfhĂĄg mĂ© mo mhĂĄla droma sa seomra stĂłrĂĄla ansin.â
- NĂ phĂĄirtĂonn tĂș riamh leis.
- Sa lĂĄ atĂĄ inniu ann tĂĄ an iomarca leachtanna toirmiscthe ann, bhĂ sĂ© scanrĂșil a fhĂĄil trĂ shlĂĄndĂĄil.
LĂ©im an coinĂn fĂorĂșil ar an ardĂĄn agus mharcaigh sĂ© lĂ©i. Agus bhuail siad trĂ scanĂłirĂ agus robots slĂĄndĂĄla, pĂ©inteĂĄilte d'aon ghnĂł i toin duaithnĂochta bagrach, dteagmhĂĄil lĂ©i le meirge. Dâiompaigh tĂșirĂnĂ mĂłrthaibhseacha ar rothair i ndiaidh gach cuairteora, ag rothlĂș a gcuid bairillĂ ar ionramhĂĄlaithe agus gan a bheith tuirseach de âGluais ar aghaidhâ a athrĂĄ i nguth miotalach!
Tharraing Boris mĂĄla droma trom clanking amach as an gcill.
- An gceapann tĂș go ligfidh siad isteach sa chlub thĂș?
âNĂl mĂ© chun iad a iompar chomh fada sin.â Anois cuirfimid pianbhreith ort ar an mbus, is Ă© sin, ar an long.
- Uh, Boris, lĂ©igear ar na capaill! TĂĄ ar a laghad leathbhosca ann,â bhĂ iontas ar Max, ag tĂłgĂĄil an mhĂĄla droma chun a thromchĂșisĂ atĂĄ sĂ© a mheas. - TĂĄ sĂșil agam gur beoir Ă© seo, nĂł an bhfuair tĂș cĂșpla umar ocsaigine sa chĂșlchiste?
- TĂĄ tĂș ag cur as dom, rug mĂ© cĂșpla buidĂ©il de Mars-Cola chun Ă© a nĂ. Agus tĂĄ na sorcĂłirĂ scĂthe inniu. Ag cur san ĂĄireamh an mĂ©id a bheidh mĂ© ag dul a Ăłl, nĂ shĂĄbhĂĄlfaidh fiĂș culaith spĂĄis mĂ©. Grig, an bhfuil tĂș linn?
BhĂ Boris ag bĂ©icĂl le dĂograis. BhĂ eagla ar Max go gcuirfeadh sĂ© tĂșs leis an blaiseadh ceart ag an bhfĂĄiltiĂș, os comhair na slĂĄndĂĄla agus na rĂșnaithe.
âMura beag,â a dâfhreagair Griog go hesitantly.
- Ă, iontach, dĂ©anaimis tosĂș beagĂĄn ag an am, agus ansin a fheiceĂĄil conas a thĂ©ann sĂ© ... Anois, Max, a ligean ar brĂș ar aghaidh agus fiĂș os comhair an chlub, is Ă© sin, tĂĄ brĂłn orainn, sula sroicheann muid go dtĂ na heitleĂĄin nĂos Ăsle, tĂĄimid Feicfidh tĂș a dhĂ©anamh amach do fhealsĂșnacht.
Chroith Max a cheann. Chaith Boris an backpack ar a dhroim agus lĂĄithreach thosaigh sĂ© ag cur in iĂșl mĂshĂĄstacht leis an bhfĂric gur lĂ©irigh sĂ© trĂ uigeacht a sciathĂĄin.
â TĂĄ rud Ă©igin cearr le dâearraĂ prĂłiseĂĄla feidhmchlĂĄir.
â Cad a bhĂ uait, chun go n-aithneodh sĂ© gach rud ar an eitilt? MĂĄ tĂĄ comhĂ©adan IoT ag do backpack miracle, ansin clĂĄrĂłidh sĂ© gan aon fhadhbanna. Is fĂ©idir leat, ar ndĂłigh, Ă© a aithint ar an mbealach sin, ach caithfidh tĂș tinker.
- Sea, anois.
Rinneadh mĂĄla leathair buailte i mĂĄla droma Boris le claspaĂ cnĂĄmha agus cloigeann cabhraithe agus peinteagraim.
- Bhuel, sin Ă©, tĂĄ mĂ© go hiomlĂĄn rĂ©idh le haghaidh spraoi gan srian. Ar aghaidh, tĂĄ na heitleĂĄin nĂos Ăsle ag fanacht linn!
BhĂ Boris i gceannas ar an mĂłrshiĂșl, agus chuaigh siad gan mhoill chuig na feithiclĂ a raibh sĂșil leo le fada do na daoine a thĂĄinig go dĂ©anach. BhĂ an chuma orthu i bhfoirm pĂ©ire rooks dĂ©anta as boird dilapidated, lofa, fiĂĄin le liathrĂłidĂ de snĂĄitheanna vile whitish, a thosaigh corraigh go codlatach chomh luath agus a bhraith siad gluaiseacht in aice lĂĄimhe. Leagadh suas na bĂĄid ag cĂ© chloiche a bhĂ ag dul i lĂ©ig. Taobh thiar bhĂ gnĂĄthchlĂłs pĂĄirceĂĄla le gluaisteĂĄin agus balla tacaĂochta ollmhĂłr, agus chun tosaigh bhĂ dorchadas an Styx gan stad ag splancadh cheana fĂ©in, agus ceo mystical ag caitheamh tobac os cionn an uisce.
BhĂ an bealach isteach go dtĂ an sconsa cosanta ag figiĂșr ard, cnĂĄmhach i gĂșna liath strĂłicthe, ag snĂĄmh leath mhĂ©adar os cionn na talĂșn. Bhac sĂ cosĂĄn Grieg.
âNĂ fĂ©idir ach le hanamacha na marbh agus crĂ©atĂșir an uilc seoladh ar uiscĂ an Styx,â a dĂșirt an fear farantĂłireachta.
âSea, ar ndĂłigh,â chrom Grig air. - Casfaidh mĂ© anois Ă©.
D'iompaigh sĂ© ina elf dorcha caighdeĂĄnach le gruaig fhada airgid, armĂșr leathair agus clĂłca tanaĂ dĂ©anta as sĂoda damhĂĄin alla.
âNĂĄ dĂ©an iarracht an long a fhĂĄgĂĄil agus tĂș ag taisteal, bainfidh uiscĂ an Styx do chuimhne ortâŠâ lean an bot iomprĂłra ag sileadh, ach nĂ raibh aon duine ag Ă©isteacht leis.
Taobh istigh, bhĂ gach rud sĂĄch barĂĄntĂșil freisin: binsĂ cnĂĄmh ar na taobhanna, soilsithe ag lasracha na tine demonic agus anamacha na bpeacach leabaithe i clĂĄir lofa, Ăł am go chĂ©ile scanrĂșil le groans sepulchral agus sĂneadh gĂ©aga snaidhm. I ndeireadh an bhĂĄid crochadh cĂșpla deamhan cosĂșil le dragan, vaimpĂr neamh-fhĂorĂĄntĂșil amhĂĄin agus banrĂon damhĂĄin alla - Lolth i bhfoirm ELF dorcha, ach le cnapĂĄn de chelicerae ag brĂș amach Ăłna ais. FĂor, bhĂ an bhean beagĂĄn tanaĂ, mar sin nĂ raibh fiĂș an aip in ann Ă© a cheilt. Chuaigh uigeachtaĂ an bhandia dhorcha, a dâfhĂĄs saille ar ghrĂșbĂĄn teileachumarsĂĄide, glitched go suntasach agus Ă ag bualadh le rĂ©ada rĂ©adĂșla, rud a chuir in iĂșl go raibh neamhrĂ©ireacht idir an torso fisiceach agus digiteach. NĂ raibh aithne ag Max ar Ă©inne a bhĂ i lĂĄthair ar an mbĂĄd cheana fĂ©in. Ach scread Boris go lĂșchĂĄireach, ag croitheadh ââa mhĂĄla gligĂn.
- Tinte ealaĂne do gach duine! Katyukha, Sanya, conas atĂĄ an saol? Cad, an fĂ©idir linn dul ar turas?!
- Cad déileåil! - thåinig an vampire suas låithreach.
- TĂĄ Boryan dathĂșil, tĂĄ sĂ© ullmhaithe!
Chuir Sanya cosĂșil le dragan pat ar Boris ar a ghualainn agus tharraing sĂ© spĂ©aclaĂ pĂĄipĂ©ir amach faoin mbinse.
- Ă, ar deireadh, duine againn! â chroch an damhĂĄn alla go lĂșchĂĄireach agus go praiticiĂșil ar mhuineĂĄl Grieg. âNach bhfuil tĂș sĂĄsta do bhanrĂon a fheiceĂĄil?!â
BhĂ nĂĄire ar Grieg mar gheall ar an mbrĂș sin, dhiĂșltaigh sĂ© go sluggishly agus de rĂ©ir dealraimh rinne sĂ© magadh faoi rogha nĂĄr Ă©irigh leis an bhfeisteas. BhĂ na dragain ag stealladh fuisce agus cĂłla isteach i spĂ©aclaĂ cheana fĂ©in agus timpeall orthu le neart agus le mĂłrchuid. âSea, tĂĄ an chuma ar an scĂ©al go mbeidh an trĂĄthnĂłna gann,â a shĂl Max, agus Ă© ag breathnĂș thart go suairc ar an bpictiĂșr den bacchanalia a foirmĂodh go spontĂĄineach.
Go mall lĂonadh an bĂĄd le crĂ©atĂșir olc a thĂĄinig go dĂ©anach. BhĂ deamhan corcra ann freisin a raibh bĂ©al mĂłr fiacail ann agus biorĂĄin fhada ar fud a choirp, roinnt deamhan feithidĂ agus deamhan, agus bean nathair le ceithre lĂĄmh. Chuaigh siad isteach sa chomhlacht meisce ag an deireadh ionas gur fholmhĂș mĂĄla Boris go tapa go leor. Tharraing leath de na daoine seo na hĂomhĂĄnna gan bac a chur ar chor ar bith, rud a dâfhĂĄg go raibh siad inaitheanta ag a suaitheantas fĂorĂșil amhĂĄin. As an Ă©agsĂșlacht go lĂ©ir, nĂor thaitin le Max ach an smaoineamh ar Ă©adaĂ i bhfoirm dineasĂĄir plush nĂł dragan, a chlĂșdaigh a bhĂ©al a cheann i bhfoirm cochall, cĂ© nach raibh an chĂĄir seo ag freagairt don suĂomh. Mar sin fĂ©in, nĂ dhearna Max a dhĂcheall go hĂĄirithe aon duine a aithint nĂł a mheabhrĂș. Bhain gach duine a bhĂ ag Ăłl go sona leis na catagĂłirĂ riarthĂłirĂ, solĂĄthraithe, oibreoirĂ agus gardaĂ slĂĄndĂĄla eile, gan ĂșsĂĄid chun dul suas an drĂ©imire gairme. De rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile, shuigh Max ina aonar beagĂĄn chun tosaigh, agus mar sin bhĂ sĂ© nĂos Ă©asca na toasts iomadĂșla a scipeĂĄil don bhliain seo chugainn den francach. Ach taobh istigh de chĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad chuaigh Boris aoibhinn isteach in aice leis.
â Max, cad atĂĄ uait? TĂĄ a fhios agat, bhĂ sĂ© beartaithe agam dul ar meisce inniu i do chuideachta.
- Beimid ar meisce nĂos dĂ©anaĂ sa chlub.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth?
- Sea, bhĂ mĂ© ag sĂșil a chrochadh amach le roinnt de na Martians agus b'fhĂ©idir mo ionchais gairme a phlĂ©. Chun anois nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn fanacht i gcruth.
- Ă, Max, dĂ©an dearmad air! Is scam eile Ă© seo: cosĂșil le pĂĄirtĂ corparĂĄideach is fĂ©idir leat a bheith ag crochadh le duine ar bith, gan aird ar na cĂ©imeanna agus na teidil. Nonsense iomlĂĄn.
- Cén fåth? Chuala mé scéalta faoi ups agus downs gairme dochreidte tar éis imeachtaà corparåideacha.
- Seanscéalta, sin a thuigim. Gnåth-hypocrisy Martian, is gå a thaispeåint go bhfuil an saol na códóirà redneck gnåth spreagfaidh ar bhealach éigin iad. Beidh sé, sa chås is fearr, a joke faoi rud ar bith.
- Bhuel, ar a laghad, is fiĂș go leor an dea-chĂĄil atĂĄ ag duine a labhraĂonn go socair faoi rud ar bith le bosses Ăłn mbord stiĂșrthĂłirĂ.
- Conas atĂĄ sĂ© ar intinn agat comhrĂĄ ĂłcĂĄideach a thosĂș?
- Modh iomlån soiléir, då bhforåiltear i gclår an tråthnóna féin. Is breå le Martians éadaà bunaidh.
- An gceapann tĂș go bhfuil do chulaith an-fhionnuar?
- Bhuel, is as cluiche rĂomhaire seanrĂ© Ă©.
- Sea, is bealach iontach Ă© chun sĂș suas leo. TĂĄ do rogha feisteas soilĂ©ir. CĂ©, i gcomhthĂ©acs an squalor mĂĄguaird, d'Ă©irigh fiĂș mo orc dearg amach a bheith chomh dona.
- Sea, is mĂłr an nĂĄire nĂĄr chuir siad smacht aghaidhe san aip, nĂł ar a laghad cosc ââar ĂomhĂĄnna caighdeĂĄnacha. As na daoine ar meisce, is Ă© an dineasĂĄir seo amhĂĄin a Ă©ilĂonn Ășrnuacht de shaghas Ă©igin.
- Seo Dimon Ăł SB. NĂl aon rud le dĂ©anamh aige ansin. SuĂonn siad agus spit siad ar an tsĂleĂĄil, supposedly ag faire ar an tslĂĄndĂĄil. Dia dhaoibh! - Ghlaoigh Boris ar an dineasĂĄir gealghĂĄireach. - Deir siad go bhfuil culaith fhionn ort!
Chuir Dimon cĂșirtĂ©is le gloine pĂĄipĂ©ir agus le gait unsteady, rug na rĂĄillĂ lĂĄimhe cnĂĄmh, druidim leo.
- Fuålaigh mé mé féin ar feadh seachtaine ar fad.
- Shil? - BhĂ ââiontas ar Max.
- Sea, is féidir leat teagmhåil a dhéanamh leis.
â Ar mhaith leat a rĂĄ go bhfuil culaith cheart agat, nĂ culaith dhigiteach?
- TĂĄirge nĂĄdĂșrtha, ach cad Ă©? NĂl culaith mar seo ag Ă©inne eile.
âTĂĄ sĂ© fĂor-bhunaidh, cĂ© gur dĂłcha nach n-Ă©ireoidh le haon duine Ă© gan mhĂniĂș.â Mar sin oibrĂonn tĂș ag SB?
- Is oibreoir mĂ©, mar sin nĂĄ bĂ buartha, nĂl aon fhianaise inchoiritheacha ĂĄ bailiĂș agam. Is fĂ©idir leat seasamh ar do chluasa nĂł vomit faoin mbord.
â TĂĄ aithne agam ar fhear amhĂĄin Ăł do SheirbhĂs SlĂĄndĂĄla a thug comhairle dom dearmad iomlĂĄn a dhĂ©anamh ar rĂșn an tsaoil phrĂobhĂĄidigh, Ruslan is ainm dĂł.
- CĂ©n roinn as a bhfuil sĂ©? TĂĄ sĂșil agam nach Ăłn gcĂ©ad dul sĂos, nach bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh cosĂĄin a thrasnĂș leis na guys seo ar chor ar bith?
- NĂl a fhios agam, is Ăł roinn aisteach Ă©igin Ă©, feictear domsa. Agus go ginearĂĄlta nĂ fear an-deas Ă© ...
- DĂĄla an scĂ©il, nĂl a fhios ag aon duine agaibh conas an bot a dhĂchumasĂș? Seachas sin tĂĄ mĂ© tuirseach cheana fĂ©in ag cur i gcuimhne dĂł nĂĄr athraigh mĂ© mo chuid Ă©adaĂ.
- Hmm, sea, rinneamar dearmad feidhm culaith fĂor a sholĂĄthar. TĂĄ mĂ© chun iarracht a dhĂ©anamh anois. An fĂ©idir leat suaitheantas de chineĂĄl Ă©igin a chur leis a bhfuil an fheisteas fĂor ann?
- Cuir. An riarthĂłir thĂș?
âIs Ă© Max ĂĄr bprĂomhfhorbrĂłir feidhmchlĂĄr,â chrom Boris isteach arĂs. - Agus thosaigh sĂ© freisin ...
- Boryan, stop ag caint faoi seo nonsense faoi Laura.
- Agus cé hé seo?
- Cad atĂĄ ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh agat?! - BhĂ ââBoris indignant amharclainne. â Tagann an blonde seo le cĂocha mĂłra Ăłn tseirbhĂs phreasa.
- Agus an Laura seo... wow!
- An méid sin duit. Dåla an scéil, gheall Max go gcuirfeadh sé a chairde go léir in aithne di. Beidh sà ann inniu, nach mbeidh?
- NĂ hea, dĂșirt sĂ go raibh sĂ brĂ©an de chĂłdĂłirĂ horny redneck, agus mar sin crochann sĂ amach le stiĂșrthĂłirĂ agus le daoine mĂłr le rĂĄ eile i penthouse ar leith.
- Cad iad na sonraĂ, ĂĄfach. NĂĄ tabhair aird, tĂĄ Max ag magadh.
âGo hiontach, ansin Ăłlfaidh mĂ© leat,â bhĂ Dimon sĂĄsta. - Bhuel, dĂ©anfaidh mĂ© iarracht freisin an nathair sin a nascadh thall ansin, is reiptĂlĂ sinn, tĂĄ go leor i gcoiteann againn..., saghas. Agus mura n-oibrĂonn sĂ©, ansin le Laura.
- Cad atĂĄ cearr le Laura? â Chroith Max a cheann. - Rinne mĂ© amach do bot.
âTabharfaidh mĂ© cuireadh di teagmhĂĄil a dhĂ©anamh le mo chulaith,â a dĂșirt Dimon go gĂĄirsiĂșil. âNĂ hionadh ar bith gur caitheadh ââan oiread sin iarrachta air.â Borya, cĂĄ bhfuil do mhĂĄla droma? Ostogram dom le do thoil.
Thuig Max nach raibh aon Ă©alĂș Ăłn spraoi ar an long seo. Mar sin, nuair a sheol siad seol, nĂ raibh cuma chomh gruama ar Styx a thuilleadh, agus nĂ raibh cuma chomh banal ar bhailiĂș na n-Ă©agsĂșlacht biotĂĄillĂ olc. ShĂl sĂ©, tar Ă©is an tsaoil, nach raibh mĂłrĂĄn oibre dĂ©anta ag an bhfoireann a bhĂ freagrach as an turas: bhĂ an bĂĄd ag luascadh ar luas briste trasna na n-uiscĂ dorcha, chomh maith leis na sluaite biotĂĄilleacha agus deamhain uisce a bhĂ mĂnĂĄdĂșrtha, rĂł-shoilĂ©ir i gcuimhne ar a mbĂłthar. frĂ©amhshamhlacha. Ar an lĂĄimh eile, an raibh aon duine ach amhĂĄin cĂșpla connoisseurs picky cĂșram faoi seo? âAgus an bhfuil siad chun dĂĄmhachtainĂ de chineĂĄl Ă©igin a bhronnadh ar na forbairtĂ is fearr ag an imeacht corparĂĄideach? - Wondered Max. - NĂ hea, nĂor gheall aon cheann de na ceannairĂ mĂłra go mbaileoidĂs gach duine le chĂ©ile agus go n-inseodh siad dĂłibh gurb Ă© Max anseo Ă© - dearthĂłir an chĂ©ad phlean Baator is fearr agus is casta. Agus tar Ă©is bualadh bos stoirmiĂșil agus fada, nĂ thairgfidh sĂ© forbairt sĂĄr-rĂomhaire nua a aistriĂș go prĂĄinneach isteach i mo lĂĄmha. DĂ©anfaidh gach duine dearmad ar na pictiĂșir seo an lĂĄ dĂĄr gcionn."
- Max, cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș ag bite arĂs?! - D'iarr Boris, a theanga slurred cheana fĂ©in beagĂĄn. "MĂĄ chasann tĂș uait ar feadh nĂłimĂ©id, beidh tĂș ag sileadh lĂĄithreach." Come on, tĂĄ sĂ© in am do scĂth a ligean!
â Mar sin, tĂĄim ag smaoineamh ar rĂșndiamhair bhunĂșsach amhĂĄin den domhan digiteach.
- A riddle? - D'iarr Boris, gan Ă©isteacht i ndĂĄirĂre rud ar bith sa hubbub mĂĄguaird. -Ar thĂĄinig tĂș suas le riddle fĂłs? Is curadh fĂor thĂș maidir le pĂĄirt a ghlacadh i siamsaĂocht dĂsachtach Martian.
- Agus thåinig mé freisin suas le riddle. I mo thuairimse, ba chóir duit buille faoi thuairim é.
- Ăistimis.
âMĂĄ fheicim cad a rugadh dom, imeoidh mĂ©.â CĂ© hĂ© mise?
- Bhuel, nĂl a fhios agam... An tusa mac Taras Bulba?
- Ha! Is cinnte go bhfuil an traein smaoinimh suimiĂșil, ach nĂl. Is Ă© atĂĄ i gceist nĂĄ cealĂș fisiceach agus comhlĂonadh foirmiĂșil na gcoinnĂollacha, seachas lĂ©iriĂș litriĂșil. Smaoinigh arĂs.
- FĂĄg mĂ© ar m'aonar! TĂĄ mâinchinn aistrithe cheana fĂ©in go dtĂ an mĂłd âdĂ©anaimis Ă©irĂ as gach rud agus soinneĂĄin a bheith againnâ, nĂl aon rud le hualach air.
- Ceart go leor, is é an freagra ceart scåth. Må fheiceann mé an ghrian, beidh mé imithe.
- Ă, i ndĂĄirĂre... Dimon, fuck off, tĂĄimid ag rĂ©iteach tomhais anseo.
Rinne Boris iarracht a chomrĂĄdaĂ a bhrĂș uaidh, a dhreap anuas air don bhuidĂ©al deireanach de Mars-Cola.
- Cad tomhaiseanna? Is féidir liom buille faoi thuairim freisin.
âTĂĄ ceann eile ann,â a chrom Max. - FĂor, nĂor chaill fiĂș an lĂonra nĂ©arĂșil Ă©, tĂĄ amhras orm mar nĂl a fhios agam fĂ©in an freagra.
- A ligean ar figiĂșr sĂ© amach! â D'fhreagair Dimon go fonnmhar.
â An bhfuil aon bhealach ann lena chinneadh nach aisling Mharsach Ă© an domhan thart orainn trĂ ghlacadh leis na boinn tuisceana seo a leanas mar fhĂor? Is fĂ©idir leis an rĂomhaire rud ar bith a thaispeĂĄint duit bunaithe ar fhaisnĂ©is atĂĄ ar fĂĄil go poiblĂ, chomh maith le bunaithe ar thorthaĂ scanadh do chuimhne, agus nĂ dhĂ©anann sĂ© earrĂĄidĂ aitheantais. Agus d'fhĂ©adfaĂ an conradh le solĂĄthraĂ an aisling Martian a thabhairt i gcrĂch ar aon tĂ©armaĂ?
âUh-huh...â a tharraing Dimon. - Chuaigh mĂ© a phiocadh suas nathair uait.
- Is Ă© Negro le pills il-daite an t-aon bhealach! - Boris coirt irritably. - NĂ hea, a Max, anois cuirfidh mĂ© an oiread sin Ăłlta ort go ndĂ©anfaidh tĂș dearmad ar Dreamland damanta trĂĄthnĂłna amhĂĄin ar a laghad. Hey Ăłlta, cĂĄ bhfuil mo mhĂĄla droma?!
BhĂ exclamations indignant, agus bhĂ brĂș Grieg amach as an slua le mĂĄla beagnach folamh.
- Go bhfuil fĂor aon rud fĂĄgtha? - BhĂ ââBoris trĂna chĂ©ile.
- Seo.
Bhà cuma chomh ciontach ar Grieg, amhail is då mba é féin a chaith gach rud, d'éirigh sé amach buidéal ina raibh iarsmaà tequila ag spalpadh ag an mbun.
- DĂreach ar feadh trĂ. Cinnteoimid go ndĂĄnn fucking Dreamland go talamh an bhliain seo chugainn.
âDĂĄla an scĂ©il, tĂĄ sĂ© seo ar cheann de na custaimĂ©irĂ is mĂł atĂĄ ag Telecom,â a dĂșirt Grieg, ag glacadh leis an mbuidĂ©al agus ag stealladh sĂos an chuid eile. - Ar ndĂłigh, dĂ©anann siad jab lousy, nĂ maith liom iad ach an oiread.
- Cad as a bhfuair tĂș an t-eolas?
- Sea, cuireann siad i gcĂłnaĂ mĂ© ann rud Ă©igin a athrĂș. TĂĄ leath de na racaĂ atĂĄ againn ann. Is Ă© an rud is measa, ar ndĂłigh, nĂĄ oibriĂș i saorĂĄidĂ stĂłrĂĄla, go hĂĄirithe ina n-aonar. Go ginearĂĄlta, is tromluĂ Ă©, cosĂșil le bheith i morgue de chineĂĄl Ă©igin.
â Chuala mĂ©, Max, cad a dhĂ©anann Dreamland do dhaoine.
- Stórålann sé i bith-folcadåin iad, rud ar bith speisialta.
- Bhuel, tĂĄ, dealraĂonn sĂ© cosĂșil le rud ar bith, ach tĂĄ an t-atmaisfĂ©ar i ndĂĄirĂre scary, cuireann sĂ© brĂș ar an psyche. B'fhĂ©idir toisc go bhfuil an oiread sin acu ann? MĂĄ thugann tĂș cuairt ann, tuigfidh tĂș lĂĄithreach.
â NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn Max a thabhairt ar thuras ionas gur fĂ©idir leis dul isteach ann i ndĂĄirĂre.
- Iarratas a chur isteach le bheith curtha ar dualgas chun cabhrĂș liom.
"Cócair mé suas amårach é, nó an lå i ndiaidh lae amårach."
âStop Ă©,â chrom Max air. - Bhuel, chuaigh mĂ© ar seachrĂĄn uair amhĂĄin, cĂ© nach ndĂ©anann? NĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh dul ann ar thurais.
- SĂĄsta Ă© sin a chloisteĂĄil. Is Ă© an rud is mĂł gan stumble arĂs.
Bhris an bĂĄd sĂĄch gĂ©ar. MhaĂgh an bot rud Ă©igin faoin ngĂĄ atĂĄ le hord agus le haire a choinneĂĄil nuair a dâimigh na crĂ©atĂșir Ăłlta olc ar an mbealach amach, gan an bealach a dhĂ©anamh. Go dĂreach Ăł bhruach an Styx, thosaigh staighre leathan sĂos go dtĂ an domhan thĂos. Chuaigh go leor urlĂĄr rince an chlub clĂșiteach Yama i ndĂĄirĂre taobh istigh de crack nĂĄdĂșrtha ollmhĂłr. Agus mar sin, forluĂ uigeachtaĂ hellish na plĂĄnaĂ nĂos Ăsle go foirfe lena ailtireacht fĂor. Ar an dĂĄ thaobh den staighre, bhĂ an tĂșs an shliocht cosanta ag dealbha de crĂ©atĂșir antrapamorfach creepy, dhĂĄ mhĂ©adar ar airde, le bĂ©al ollmhĂłr a d'oscail sĂos cĂ©ad agus ochtĂł cĂ©im, le mandibles protruding as Ă© agus teanga forked fada. Ba chosĂșil nach raibh aon chraiceann ar bith ag na crĂ©atĂșir, agus ina ionad sin bhĂ an corp fite fuaite le rĂłpaĂ fĂochĂĄin muscle. BhĂ roinnt mustaches fada ar crochadh Ăłn cloigeann uilleach, agus os cionn na sĂșile mĂłra ilghnĂ©itheacha bhĂ roinnt bearnaĂ eile a raibh cuma soicĂ©id sĂșl folamh orthu. BhĂ sraitheanna de spikes cnĂĄmh protruded as an cĂłfra agus ar ais, agus bhĂ maisithe na lĂĄmha le crĂșba gearr, cumhachtach. Agus chrĂochnaigh na cosa i dtrĂ crĂșba an-fhada, in ann cloĂ le haon dromchla.
Stop Max le spĂ©is os comhair na dealbha tromluĂ agus, ag casadh as a fhĂs âdheamhanĂșilâ ar feadh soicind, rinne sĂ© cinnte nach raibh aon fheabhsĂșchĂĄin dhigiteacha ann. Is cosĂșil go raibh siad clĂłite 3D i gcrĂ©-umha dorcha ionas go raibh cuma briosc agus dealbhaithe ar gach tendĂłn agus artaire. Dhealraigh sĂ© go raibh na crĂ©atĂșir ar tĂ cĂ©im as a gcuid pedestals dĂreach isteach sa slua a shocrĂș ollmhargadh fuilteach i measc na ndaoine ag ligean orthu fĂ©in gur deamhain iad.
â RudaĂ aisteacha, nuair a bhĂ an t-iarratas ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh agam, nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann teacht ar rud ar bith fĂșthu? TĂĄ fiĂș na fostaithe ciĂșin, cosĂșil le partisans.
âNĂl ann ach figment de shamhlaĂocht bhreoite duine,â a shrug Boris. âChuala mĂ© gur cheannaigh fostaĂ gan ainm Ă©igin de chuid an chlub iad ag ceant i bhfad Ăł shin, go raibh siad ag bailiĂș deannaigh i closet le blianta fada, agus ansin go raibh siad trĂ thimpiste le linn glantachĂĄin an earraigh agus bhĂ an baol ann iad a chur suas mar mhaisiĂșchĂĄin. Agus anois, le roinnt blianta anuas anois, tĂĄ siad ag imirt rĂłl scarecrow ĂĄitiĂșil.
- Gach mar an gcéanna, tå siad cineål aisteach.
- Ar ndĂłigh tĂĄ siad aisteach, dĂreach chomh aisteach leo siĂșd a roghnaigh an maisiĂș ifreann le haghaidh OĂche Chinn Bhliana.
- Sea, nĂl mĂ© aisteach sa chiall sin. TĂĄ siad cineĂĄl eiclĂ©ictiĂșil nĂł rud Ă©igin. Is lĂ©ir gur pĂobĂĄin nĂł feadĂĄin iad seo, ach in aice leo tĂĄ nascĂłirĂ soilĂ©ir ...
- Just smaoineamh, deamhain cyborgo gnåth, a ligean ar dul cheana féin.
Chuir an chĂ©ad urchar nĂos Ăsle fĂĄilte rompu le socruithe siansach de rac-cheol agus mol slua ollmhĂłr ag fĂĄnaĂocht go randamach trasna machaire carraigeach gan stad agus Ă© soilsithe ag solas na spĂ©artha dearga. Uaireanta splĂ©achfadh gealbhan agus piriteicnic eile sna spĂ©artha, agus iad claochlaithe ag an gclĂĄr ina gcĂłimĂ©id lasracha. BhĂ blĂșirĂ mĂłra obsidian scaipthe ar fud an mhachaire, rud a chuir eagla ar an bhfĂ©idearthacht go ndĂ©anfaĂ cĂșpla cuid den chorp a ghearradh amach as a bheith i dteagmhĂĄil lena n-imill rĂĄsĂșir-ghĂ©ar. Mar sin fĂ©in, i ndĂĄirĂre, nĂ raibh an mhĂchĂșram sin ag bagairt ar rud ar bith, mar gheall ar chĂșl uigeachtaĂ na blĂșirĂ bhĂ ottomans bog chun deamhain tuirseach a scĂth a ligean. Rud a bhĂ tuairiscithe go bĂ©asach ag anamacha na bpeacaĂ i bprĂosĂșn i blĂșirĂ. Rith sruthanna fola anseo agus ansiĂșd, agus mar gheall air sin bhĂ quarrel ollmhĂłr ag Max le bainistĂocht an chlub. Le deacracht mhĂłr, d'aontaigh an club dĂoga beaga a eagrĂș le fĂoruisce, agus dhiĂșltaigh siad go rĂ©idh a chuid maoine a mhilleadh le haibhneacha fola lĂĄn-chuimsitheach. Lemurs ghrĂĄnna, cosĂșil le pĂosaĂ frĂ©amhshamhail gan cruth, sciĂșradh trasna an mhachaire. Is ar Ă©igean a bhĂ am acu deochanna agus sneaiceanna a sheachadadh.
- Ugh, cad disgusting! âChiceĂĄil Boris an lemur is gaire go nĂĄireach, agus Ă©, toisc go raibh an rĂłbataic bainte de gach ceart sibhialta aige, dâimigh sĂ© go gĂ©illiĂșil sa treo eile, gan dearmad a dhĂ©anamh ar an leithscĂ©al a bhĂ riachtanach a fhuaimniĂș i nguth sintĂ©iseithe. âBhĂ mĂ© ag sĂșil go mbeadh succubi beo gleoite nĂł rud Ă©igin mar sin ag freastal orainn, agus nĂ pĂosaĂ iarainn saor.â
- Bhuel, gabh mo leithscéal, baineann na ceisteanna go léir le Telekom, cén fåth nach ndearna sé forc amach le haghaidh succubi gleoite.
- Maith go leor, inis domsa, mar an prĂomhfhorbrĂłir: cĂĄ bhfuil an buidĂ©il sceal is fearr?
- TĂĄ a cleasanna fĂ©in ag gach plean. FreastalaĂonn siad den chuid is mĂł ar mhanglaim fuilteacha, fĂon dearg agus go lĂ©ir. Is fĂ©idir leat dul go dtĂ an barra lĂĄrnach mĂĄs rud Ă© nach lemurs do rud.
â An iad na toir sin sa lĂĄr? Is Ă© mo thuairim go bhfuil siad go hiomlĂĄn as ĂĄbhar anseo. Do locht?
â NĂ hea, baineann gach rud leis an suĂomh. Is iad seo gairdĂnĂ an oblivion - pĂosa aisteach Paradise i lĂĄr ifreann. TĂĄ torthaĂ sĂșiteacha sobhlasta ag fĂĄs ar na crainn, ach mĂĄ leanann tĂș an iomarca orthu, is fĂ©idir leat titim isteach i gcodladh draĂochta agus imĂonn siad as an saol seo go deo.
"Ansin rachaimid a fhĂĄil deochanna."
- Borya, nĂor cheart duit cur isteach ar gach rud. Ag an rĂĄta seo, nĂ bhainfimid an naoĂș plean amach.
- NĂĄ bĂ buartha fĂșm. MĂĄs gĂĄ, beidh mĂ© ag snĂ ar a laghad go dtĂ go mbeidh mĂ© fiche. Grig, an bhfuil tĂș linn nĂł inĂĄr n-aghaidh?
Tar Ă©is Grig, chlib Katyukha arĂs Ă©, lena raibh sĂ© ag caint cheana fĂ©in gan comharthaĂ sofheicthe nĂĄire agus rinne sĂ© iarracht fiĂș sĂĄsamh a bhaint as an spraoi a bhĂ ar siĂșl timpeall air. Chabhraigh sĂ© go fonnmhar lĂ©i trasna na sruthanna fuilteacha. Chuaigh Sanya cosĂșil le dragan in Ă©ineacht leo freisin le cailleach eite chlĂ© Ă©igin.
I lĂĄr an halla, bhĂ garrĂĄn beag de chrainn bheochana timpeall ar thobar bĂdh. Bunches de thorthaĂ Ă©agsĂșla crochadh Ăł na crainn. Phioc Boris grapefruit agus thug sĂ© do Max Ă©.
- Bhuel, cad ba cheart dĂșinn a dhĂ©anamh leis an truflais?
- Chuir tĂș isteach an tuĂ agus deoch. Is dĂłcha go bhfuil sĂ© vodca le sĂș grapefruit. FreagraĂonn an cineĂĄl torthaĂ go garbh leis an ĂĄbhar. Beidh mĂ© ag dul a fhĂĄil dom fĂ©in cocktail gnĂĄth.
Chuaigh Max go lĂĄr an dornĂĄin, ĂĄit a raibh barra-innill faoi cheilt mar bhlĂĄthanna creiche timpeall an tobair. Agus a gcuid gais seilge, rug siad ar an ghloine a bhĂ ag teastĂĄil agus mheasc siad na comhĂĄbhair le gluaiseachtaĂ breĂĄ ama. In aice le ceann de na gunnaĂ meaisĂn bhĂ an figiĂșr gruama de gargoyle dubh le sĂșile buĂ glowing agus sciathĂĄin leathair mĂłra.
â Ruslan? - D'iarr Max le iontas.
- Ă, iontach. CĂ©n chaoi a bhfuil an saol, conas atĂĄ do rath gairme?
- Ar siĂșl. Mar sin, bhĂ sĂșil agam roinnt teagmhĂĄlacha ĂșsĂĄideacha a dhĂ©anamh inniu. ThĂĄinig mĂ© fiĂș suas le riddle.
- An-mhaith. NĂ fĂ©idir leis an gcĂłisir dul in olcas, agus ba mhaith leat Ă© a dhĂ©anamh nĂos measa fĂłs.
âTĂĄ siad fĂłs cliste,â shĂl Max go doilĂ©ir. âNĂ dhĂ©anann siad ach cĂĄineadh, nĂor cheart dĂșinn rud Ă©igin a dhĂ©anamh sinn fĂ©in.â
â Ansin mholfainn mo ĂĄbhar fĂ©in.
â Mhol mĂ©: Chicago sna trĂochaidĂ.
- Ah, an mafia, toirmeasc agus go lĂ©ir. Cad Ă© an difrĂocht bhunĂșsach?
- Ar a laghad nĂ cosĂșil le kindergarten le glĂ©asadh suas mar orcs agus gnomes.
â Is suĂomh difriĂșil Ă© Warcraft, poipĂn agus fruilcharr. Agus tĂĄ domhan suimiĂșil anseo agus tagairtĂ do bhrĂ©agĂĄn seanrĂ©. Seo Ă© mo charachtar, mar shampla...
- FĂĄg mise, Max, nĂ thuigim Ă© seo go fĂłill. Tuigim go bhfuil torbĂĄin mar seo, mar sin roghnaigh siad an ĂĄbhar seo.
â Bhuaigh an topaic seo bunaithe ar thorthaĂ vĂłta macĂĄnta i measc na bhfostaithe go lĂ©ir.
- Sea, macĂĄnta, an-macĂĄnta.
- NĂl, a Ruslan, tĂĄ tĂș dochĂșlaithe! Ar ndĂłigh, casadh an Martians air ina bhfabhar, Ăłs rud Ă© nach bhfuil aon rud eile le dĂ©anamh acu.
- DĂ©an dearmad air, cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș neirbhĂseach? Lig dom a bheith macĂĄnta, nĂ chuireann na gluaiseachtaĂ nerdy seo isteach orm ar chor ar bith.
- I ndĂĄirĂre, mhol mĂ© an ĂĄbhar seo agus dhrĂ©achtaigh mĂ© an chĂ©ad phlean freisin... Bhuel, thart ar ochtĂł faoin gcĂ©ad.
âCool... NĂ hea, dĂĄirĂre, fionnuar,â a dhearbhaigh Ruslan, ag tabhairt faoi deara an abairt amhrasach ar aghaidh Max. âTĂĄ jab iontach ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh agat, is rud Ă© gur fĂ©idir le cinn uibheacha cuimhneamh orthu.â
"An bhfuil tĂș ag rĂĄ gur laoch mĂ© agus mĂ© ag dĂșil le Martians?"
- NĂ hea, tĂĄ tĂș i do thrĂĂș bliain Ăłige ar a mhĂ©ad. An bhfuil a fhios agat cĂ©n cineĂĄl mĂĄistrĂ atĂĄ i licking asal Martian? CĂĄ bhfuil cĂșram ort fĂșthu? I mbeagĂĄn focal, mura bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh uaimh a dhĂ©anamh, dĂ©an dearmad faoi ghairm bheatha mhĂłr.
- NĂ hea, is fearr ligean don domhan lĂșbadh fĂșinn.
âChun dreapadh go dtĂ an barr, ag lĂșbadh an chuid eile fĂșt, caithfidh tĂș a bheith i do dhuine difriĂșil.â NĂ cosĂșil leatsa... Ceart go leor, arĂs dĂ©arfaidh tĂș go bhfuil mĂ© ag cur brĂș ort. A ligean ar dul agus a chuardach le haghaidh roinnt gluaiseachta.
- Sea, tĂĄ mĂ© anseo le cairde, b'fhĂ©idir go dtiocfaidh muid suas nĂos dĂ©anaĂ.
âAgus tĂĄ do chairde,â a Chlaon Ruslan ar Boris agus plush Dimon, a stopadh i mearbhall ag an gcrann is gaire. - Tusa, Ăłs tusa an ceannaire ar an ĂĄbhar seo, inis dom: cĂĄ bhfuil an gnĂĄth-inneall anseo?
- Bhuel, ar an trĂĂș plean ba chĂłir go mbeadh rud Ă©igin cosĂșil le pĂĄirtĂ cĂșr, ar an seachtĂș plean ba chĂłir go mbeadh dioscĂł techno-stĂl, rave, agus mar sin de. NĂl a fhios agam a thuilleadh, is speisialtĂłir mĂ© ar an gcĂ©ad dul sĂos.
- DĂ©anfaimid Ă© a dhĂ©anamh amach! â Chlaon Ruslan i dtreo Max agus d'athraigh sĂ© chuig toin nĂos Ăsle. - Cuimhnigh nach cinnte go mbainfidh tĂș slĂ bheatha le cairde dĂĄ leithĂ©id. Ceart go leor, tar ort!
Patted sĂ© Max ar a ghualainn agus le gait lĂ©im muinĂneach chuaigh sĂ© amach chun conquer na hurlĂĄir rince ar na heitleĂĄin Ăochtair.
- An bhfuil aithne agat air? - D'fhiafraigh Dimon le meascĂĄn d'iontas agus cad is cosĂșil le Ă©ad beag ina ghlĂłr.
- Seo Ă© Ruslan, an fear aisteach sin Ăłn tSeirbhĂs SlĂĄndĂĄla a raibh mĂ© ag caint faoi.
- Wow, tĂĄ cairde agat! Cuimhnigh dĂșirt mĂ© nach bhfuil mĂ© ag iarraidh cur isteach ar an chĂ©ad roinn. Mar sin ba mhaith liom a dtrasnaĂonn a "rann" nĂos lĂș fĂłs.
- Cad atå siad ag déanamh?
- NĂl a fhios agam, nĂl a fhios agam! - Chroith Dimon a cheann, anois bhĂ an chuma air i ndĂĄirĂre scanraithe. - Diabhal, tĂĄ imrĂ©iteach glas agam! Diabhal, a bhuachaillĂ, nĂor dĂșirt mĂ© Ă© sin, ceart go leor. cacamas!
- Sea, nĂ dĂșirt tĂș rud ar bith. Cuirfidh mĂ© ceist air fĂ©in.
- TĂĄ tĂș craiceĂĄilte, nĂĄ dĂ©an! Just nĂĄ luaigh mĂ©, ceart go leor?
- Cad Ă an fhadhb?
âMax, fĂĄg an fear leis fĂ©in,â chuir Boris isteach ar na comhrĂĄite uafĂĄsacha. -An ndearna tĂș cocktail? Just suĂ agus Ăłl! Libra amhĂĄin CĂșba le Mars Cola. - d'ordaigh sĂ© an planda.
â Ar phioc tĂș suas nathair? â Chinn Max gan aird a tharraingt ar an Dimon a bhĂ faitĂosach Ăł thopaicĂ toirmiscthe.
- NĂ hea, dhiĂșltaigh sĂ fiĂș teagmhĂĄil a dhĂ©anamh le mo chulaith.
"B'fhéidir når cheart duit a bheith tar éis a thairiscint di teagmhåil a dhéanamh le rud éigin?" Ar a laghad nà ar an bpointe boise.
- Sea, is dĂłcha. Is maith liom ciĂșb libra freisin. Cad a gheall tĂș faoi Laura?
âNĂor gheall mĂ© faic faoi Laura.â Stop leis na fantasies seo cheana fĂ©in.
- Kidding. CĂĄr cheart dĂșinn dul ina dhiaidh sin?
"NĂl ann ach bealach amhĂĄin go bunĂșsach," shrug Max. âSĂlim gur cheart dĂșinn dul an bealach ar fad go dtĂ an bun, agus ansin feicfimid.â
- Ar aghaidh chuig duibheagĂĄn Baator! - Thacaigh Boris go dĂograiseach leis.
In aice leis an staighre go dtĂ an chĂ©ad sraith eile, ar carn mĂłr Ăłir, tĂĄ dragan le cĂșig cloigeann de gach dathanna an tuar ceatha. Go trĂ©imhsiĂșil scaoil sĂ© roar uafĂĄsach agus scaoil sĂ© colĂșin tine, oighir, tintreach agus cleasanna salacha witchcraft eile isteach sa spĂ©ir. NĂ raibh aon duine, ar ndĂłigh, eagla air, Ăłs rud Ă© go raibh an crĂ©atĂșr go hiomlĂĄn fĂorĂșil. Agus ar an taobh eile den shliocht bhĂ colĂșn mĂłr comhdhĂ©anta de cinn gearrtha de robots Ă©agsĂșla. BhĂ na cinnirĂ i gcĂłnaĂ ag troid ina measc fĂ©in, bhĂ cuid acu i bhfolach sa doimhneacht, bhĂ cuid eile ag crawling go dtĂ an dromchla. SĂneadh na huigeachtaĂ ar cholĂșn fĂor agus iad ceangailte le hinneall cuardaigh inmheĂĄnach Telecom, mar sin go teoiriciĂșil d'fhĂ©adfadh siad aon cheist a fhreagairt an raibh an t-imrĂ©iteach cuĂ ag an gceistitheoir.
- DĂ©an dearmad orm! â Thrasnaigh Boris Ă© fĂ©in go hamharclannach ag radharc an cholĂșin. - Cad Ă© seo, in ionad crann Nollag?
âAr ndĂłigh nĂ hea, is colĂșn skulls Ă© seo Ăłn suĂomh,â dâfhreagair Max. "TĂĄ a fhios agat nach maith le Martians siombailĂ reiligiĂșnacha go ginearĂĄlta." Sa bhunleagan bhĂ cinnirĂ marbha ag lobhadh, ach shocraigh siad go mbeadh sĂ© sin rĂł-chrua.
- Come on, cad atĂĄ ann! MĂĄ chroch siad maisiĂșchĂĄin crann Nollag ar na cinn dianscaoilte agus aingeal ar a bharr, bheadh ââââsĂ© diana.
â I mbeagĂĄn focal, is iad seo iarsmaĂ robots nĂł androids a lĂomhnaĂtear a shĂĄraigh trĂ dhlĂ na rĂłbataic. TĂĄ ceannairĂ Terminators, Roy Batty Ăł Blade Runner, Megatron agus rĂłbait âolcâ eile. FĂor, sa deireadh chuir siad gach duine isteach ann ...
- Agus cad ba mhaith leat a dhéanamh léi?
- Is féidir leat aon cheist a chur uirthi, tå sà ceangailte le hinneall cuardaigh inmheånach Telecom.
âSĂlim go mbâfhĂ©idir go gcuirfinn ceisteanna ar neuroGoogle freisin,â a dĂșirt Boris.
- Is meaisĂn inmheĂĄnach Ă© seo. Ar nĂłs mĂĄ thagann tĂș ar chomhaontĂș leis na feisirĂ, is fĂ©idir leo, mar shampla, faisnĂ©is phearsanta a thabhairt amach faoi fhostaĂ Ă©igin...
âCeart go leor, dĂ©anaimis Ă© a thriail anois,â dhreap Dimon suas go dtĂ an colĂșn gan searmanas. â Comhad pearsanta Polina Tsvetkova.
- CĂ© hĂ© seo? - BhĂ ââiontas ar Max.
âIs cosĂșil go bhfuil an nathair,â shrugged Boris.
ThĂĄinig ceann Bender Ăł Futurama le feiceĂĄil Ăł na pĂosaĂ iarainn.
- PĂłg mo thĂłin miotail lonracha!
âĂist, a chinn, nĂl asal agat fiĂș,â bhĂ cion ag Dimon.
- Agus nĂl bodĂłg agat fiĂș, a phĂosa feola trua!
- Max! CĂ©n fĂĄth an ifreann a bhfuil do chlĂĄr a bheith drochbhĂ©asach dom? - BhĂ ââDimon indignant.
- NĂ hĂ© seo mo chlĂĄr, a deirim leat, sa deireadh d'fhĂ©adfadh Ă©inne rud ar bith a chur ann. Is cosĂșil go ndearna duine Ă©igin magadh.
- Bhuel, go hiontach, ach cad a tharlĂłidh mĂĄ sheolann do cholĂșn drochfhocal chuig boss Martian?
- NĂl aon smaoineamh agam, lorgĂłidh siad an tĂ© a rinne ceann Bender.
- GlĂłir do rĂłbait, bĂĄs do gach duine! - lean an ceann ag labhairt.
- Ă, scread tĂș! â Chaith Dimon a lĂĄmh. - MĂĄ tĂĄ, fanfaidh mĂ© sa chĂșlra.
â MĂĄ tĂĄ tĂș chun cuairt a thabhairt ar chathair na pian, inseoidh mĂ© rĂșn duit: nĂl aon rud le dĂ©anamh ann.
Cuireadh an frĂĄsa deireanach in iĂșl i dton sotalach saineolaĂ ar gach cineĂĄl siamsaĂochta nerdy agus hipster, arbh Ă© an prĂomh-rĂomhchlĂĄraitheoir Gordon Murphy gan dabht. BhĂ Gordon ard, caol, prim agus fonn ar gach cineĂĄl comhrĂĄite brĂ©ige a dhĂ©anamh faoi na hĂ©achtaĂ is dĂ©anaĂ atĂĄ bainte amach ag eolaĂocht agus teicneolaĂocht Martian. Chuir sĂ© bunches snĂĄitheanna LED in ionad cuid dĂĄ chuid gruaige rua, agus de ghnĂĄth mharcaigh sĂ© timpeall oifig Telecom ar chathaoir rothaĂ nĂł rĂłbait. Agus, amhail is dĂĄ raibh sĂ© ag iarraidh trĂĄchtais roinnt fostaithe boorish SB a dhearbhĂș, rinne sĂ© iarracht aithris a dhĂ©anamh ar fhĂor-Mhartach go dtĂ gur chaill sĂ© a mhothĂș comhrĂ©ire agus cuibheas go hiomlĂĄn. Ag ĂłcĂĄid ââââchorparĂĄideach, bhĂ sĂ© le feiceĂĄil i guise an illithid - eater inchinn, cosĂșil le tuiscint nach raibh sĂ© ag dul a thabhairt suas an deis a shĂ©ideadh brains na bhfostaithe san earnĂĄil leas iomlĂĄn a bhaint, fiĂș ar laethanta saoire. Chomh maith leis na tentacles slimy ag snĂ isteach go fĂĄnach Ăłn taobh thĂos den maintlĂn fhrithstatach, bhĂ pĂ©ire drones pearsanta aer-ianaithe ag an illithid timpeall air, i bhfoirm smugairle rĂłin nimhiĂșil.
â Ar fhoghlaim tĂș aon rud ĂșsĂĄideach Ăł na cinnirĂ? - D'iarr Gordon sarcastically.
âFuair ââmuid amach gur scam iomlĂĄn Ă© i ngach ĂĄit.â Teacht suas, i mbeagĂĄn focal.
Gan dĂomĂĄ, d'iompaigh Dimon ar shiĂșl agus shiĂșil sĂ© i dtreo an poll tine go dtĂ an chĂ©ad eitleĂĄn eile.
âShĂl sĂ© go dtabharfaidĂs na rĂșin chorparĂĄideacha go lĂ©ir dĂł i ndĂĄirĂre.â A leithĂ©id de dhuine simplĂ! GĂĄire Gordon.
âNĂ chĂ©astĂłireacht Ă iarracht,â a shrug Max.
â TĂĄ beagĂĄn lĂ©argas agam a osclaĂonn freagraĂ cearta ar roinnt tomhaiseanna Ăł na cinn as a chĂ©ile i ndĂĄirĂre suas rochtain ar an mbunachar sonraĂ inmheĂĄnach.
- NĂl ann ach na tomhaiseanna sin nĂĄr Ă©irigh leo sa triail. NĂl aon fhreagra ceart ar an gcuid is mĂł acu.
- NĂ bheidh aon amadĂĄn ort! Ă sea, chĂłdaigh tĂș rud Ă©igin don fheidhmchlĂĄr.
âMar sin, rud beag,â a dĂșirt Max.
- Ăist, is cosĂșil gur duine cliste tĂș, lig dom mo chuid tomhas a chleachtadh ort.
- Tar ar.
- NĂĄr thĂĄinig tĂș suas le haon rud?
- Invented. Må fheiceann mé cad a rugadh dom ...
- Sea, d'iarr mĂ© dĂreach. I mbeagĂĄn focal, Ă©ist liom: cad is fĂ©idir nĂĄdĂșr an duine a athrĂș?
Stån Max ar a idirghabhålaà ar feadh roinnt soicind le cuma an-amhrasach, go dtà go raibh sé cinnte nach raibh sé ag magadh.
â NĂ©artheicneolaĂocht. - shrugged sĂ©.
Dâeascair an diabhal baatezu as colĂșn tine os a gcomhair le pĂĄr rollta suas. âSĂ©ala Tiarna an ChĂ©ad PhlĂĄna,â chrom sĂ© air, agus an scrolla ĂĄ thabhairt dâUasal. â Bailigh sĂ©alaĂ na n-eitleĂĄn go lĂ©ir chun sĂ©ala an Ard-uachtarĂĄin a fhĂĄil. NĂor sonraĂodh aon tĂ©armaĂ eile den chonradh. NĂĄ dĂ©an dearmad do chuid geallta a chur roimh an gcluiche." Agus imithe an diabhal ag baint ĂșsĂĄide as na hĂ©ifeachtaĂ speisialta fiery cĂ©anna.
âRinne mĂ© dearmad an aip diabhal a mhĂșchadh,â a dĂșirt Gordon. â Ar dhoirt mĂ© na pĂłnairĂ faoi mo thomhais do dhuine Ă©igin cheana fĂ©in?
âAg cur san ĂĄireamh gur magadh aitheanta Ă© seo ar fhĂłram lucht leanĂșna cluiche ĂĄrsa a bhfuil gaol Ă©igin aige leis an trĂĄthnĂłna seo, nĂ dĂłcha gurb Ă© an fhadhb atĂĄ ann nĂĄ gur dhoirt tĂș na pĂłnairĂ,â a mhĂnigh Max i ton searbhasach.
- I ndĂĄirĂre, thĂĄinig mĂ© suas leis mĂ© fĂ©in.
Chuir Max fĂĄilte roimh an rĂĄiteas seo, nĂ hamhĂĄin ag Max, ach freisin ag Githzerai a stop in aice lĂĄimhe: daonnacht tanaĂ, maol le craiceann uaineach, cluasa fada bioracha, agus mustache braided a bhĂ ar crochadh faoina smig. NĂ raibh a ĂomhĂĄ millte ach amhĂĄin ag a cheann dĂrĂ©ireach mĂłr agus chomh mĂłr cĂ©anna, a sĂșile beagĂĄn bulging.
- Ar ndóigh, tharla sé ag an am céanna, tuigim.
Rinne Gordon a bheola a shaothrĂș go sotalach agus d'Ă©irigh sĂ© as BĂ©arla in Ă©ineacht lena smugairle rĂłin agus trĂ©ithe eile. Nuair a shiĂșil sĂ© uaidh, chas Max chuig Boris.
- Cinnte bhĂ sĂ© ag iarraidh a tarraing suas go dtĂ an Martians arĂs, tĂĄ siad na prĂomh-shamans na nĂ©ar-theicneolaĂocht.
- NĂor cheart duit a bheith, Max. Go deimhin, dĂșirt tĂș go raibh sĂ© ina fear caillte na himeartha agus ghoid an tomhas. Is maith, ar a laghad, nĂĄr dĂșirt sĂ© faic faoi na Martians.
- TĂĄ sĂ© fĂor.
âIs polaiteoir lousy agus gairmĂ thĂș.â NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh Gordon dearmad air seo, tuigeann tĂș cĂ© chomh bastaird dhĂlis Ă©. Agus de rĂ©ir an dlĂ meanness, beidh tĂș ag deireadh cinnte suas ar roinnt coimisiĂșn ag smaoineamh ar do ardĂș cĂ©ime.
âBhuel, is olc an rud Ă©,â a dâaontaigh Max, agus an botĂșn ĂĄ thuiscint aige. - TĂĄ a fhios agat, b'fhĂ©idir nĂĄr cheart duit tomhaiseanna a ghoid Ăłn IdirlĂon.
- TĂĄ sĂ© soilĂ©ir nach gĂĄ duit a bheith ag piocadh thart. Ceart go leor, dĂ©an dearmad ar an Gordon seo, toilteanach a Dhia, nĂ thrasnĂłidh tĂș cosĂĄin leis i bhfad rĂł.
- DĂłchas.
âIs dĂłcha go bhfuil an ceart ag Ruslan,â a cheap Max go brĂłnach. â Is cuma leis an gcĂłras i ndĂĄirĂre faoi mo chuid iarrachtaĂ cruthaitheacha go lĂ©ir. Ach nĂ bheidh mĂ© in ann slĂ bheatha pholaitiĂșil a dhĂ©anamh, mar tĂĄ mo scileanna intrigue agus sneaking around i bhfad faoi bhun par. Agus nĂl fonn ar bith orm iad a fhorbairt agus bĂm i gcĂłnaĂ buartha faoi cad is fĂ©idir a rĂĄ agus cĂ© leis agus cad nach fĂ©idir a rĂĄ. Ar bhealach maith, is Ă© an t-aon seans atĂĄ ann ĂĄit Ă©igin i bhfad ar shiĂșl Ăł chorparĂĄidĂ monstrous cosĂșil le Telecom, ach gan Telecom is dĂłichĂ go gcuirfear mĂ© as Mars lĂĄithreach. Eh, b'fhĂ©idir gur cheart dom dul ar meisce le Boryan..."
An Githzerai seasamh go ciĂșin in aice leis an gcolĂșn iompĂș chun Max le gĂĄire. Agus dâaithin Max Ă© mar bhainisteoir na seirbhĂse pearsanra, an Martian Arthur Smith.
- NĂl i bhformhĂłr na bhfocal ach focail, tĂĄ siad nĂos Ă©adroime nĂĄ an ghaoth, dĂ©anaimid dearmad orthu chomh luath agus a fhuaimnĂmid iad. Ach tĂĄ focail speisialta ann, a labhraĂtear de sheans, ar fĂ©idir leo cinniĂșint duine a chinneadh agus iad a cheangal nĂos slĂĄine nĂĄ slabhraĂ ar bith. â DĂșirt Art le ton mistĂ©ireach agus d'fhĂ©ach sĂ© ar Max le fiosracht agus a shĂșile bulging.
âAn ndĂșirt mĂ© na focail a cheangail mĂ©?â
- Ach amhĂĄin mĂĄ chreideann tĂș ann duit fĂ©in.
- CĂ©n difrĂocht a dhĂ©anann sĂ© sna rudaĂ a chreidim ann?
âI ndomhan de chaos, nĂl aon rud nĂos tĂĄbhachtaĂ nĂĄ creideamh.â Agus is eitleĂĄn de chaos Ăon Ă© saol na rĂ©altachta fĂorĂșla,â a dĂșirt Arthur leis an aoibh ghĂĄire cĂ©anna. âChruthaigh tĂș fĂ©in cathair iomlĂĄn as sin le cumhacht do smaointe.â â Bhreathnaigh sĂ© thart ar an spĂĄs mĂłrthimpeall.
- An leor an chumhacht smaoinimh chun cathracha a chruthĂș as anord?
âCruthaĂodh cathracha mĂłra na Githzerai Ăł chaos le toil ĂĄr muintire, ach bĂodh a fhios agat go bhfuil aigne roinnte lena lann rĂł-lag chun a dhaingne a chosaint. Caithfidh an aigne agus a lann a bheith ar cheann.
Scaoil Art an lann Chaos agus thaispeĂĄin sĂ© do Max Ă©, agus Ă© ar neamhthuilleamaĂ. BhĂ sĂ© rud Ă©igin Ă©agruthach agus scamallach, cosĂșil le oighear earrach liath, scaipeadh faoi na grĂ©ine gathanna. Agus soicind ina dhiaidh sin shĂn sĂ© amach go tobann ina scimitar neamhlonrach, gorm-dubh le lann nach raibh nĂos tibhe nĂĄ gruaig dhaonna.
âTĂĄ an lann deartha le haghaidh scriosta, nach ea?â
âNĂl sa lann ach meafar.â Is dhĂĄ chuaille d'fheinimĂ©an amhĂĄin iad cruthĂș agus scrios, cosĂșil le fuar agus te. NĂ fheiceann ach iad siĂșd atĂĄ in ann an feinimĂ©an fĂ©in a thuiscint, agus nĂ a stĂĄit, an domhan gan teorainn.
ThĂĄinig iontas ar aghaidh Max.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth ar ndĂșirt tĂș Ă© sin?
- Cad go dĂreach a dĂșirt sĂ©?
- Maidir le domhan endless?
âFuaimeann sĂ© sin nĂos suimiĂșla,â a chrom Arthur. â TĂĄim ag iarraidh mo charachtar a sheinm mar a bhĂothas ag sĂșil leis, agus nĂ cosĂșil le gach duine eile.
âAn bhfuil Githzerai ar leith ĂĄ lĂ©iriĂș agat?â
â Dak'kona Ăłn gcluiche atĂĄ ar eolas agat. Cad atĂĄ speisialta faoi mo chuid focal?
- Mar sin a dĂșirt bot an-aisteach amhĂĄin ... nĂł in ĂĄit, dĂșirt mĂ© mĂ© fĂ©in amhlaidh i gcĂșinsĂ an-aisteach. NĂ raibh sĂșil agam a leithĂ©id de rud a chloisteĂĄil Ăł aon duine eile.
- In ainneoin teoiric na dĂłchĂșlachta go lĂ©ir, is minic a tharlaĂonn faoi dhĂł na rudaĂ is dochreidte fiĂș. Ina theannta sin, ba Ă© an chĂ©ad duine a dĂșirt a leithĂ©id nĂĄ file BĂ©arla a bhĂ chomh aisteach. BhĂ sĂ© ina strainsĂ©ir nĂĄ na rĂłbĂłnna aisteach go lĂ©ir le chĂ©ile agus chonaic sĂ© an domhan gan teorainn gan aon crutches ceimiceacha a mhĂ©adaigh an Chonaic.
- An tĂ© a d'oscail na doirse, feiceann sĂ© go bhfuil an domhan gan deireadh. An tĂ© ar osclaĂodh na doirse dĂł, feiceann sĂ© saol gan deireadh.
- Bhuel dĂșirt! Dâoirfeadh sĂ© do mo charachtar freisin, ach geallaim go mbeidh meas agam ar do chĂłipcheart.
- Feicim gur bhuail tĂș go rathĂșil, diabhal Ă©! - Boris, leamh in aice leis, nĂ raibh sĂ© in ann Ă© a sheasamh. âCĂ©n fĂĄth nach sĂ©ideann daoinĂ uaisle inchinn a chĂ©ile ar an mbealach go dtĂ an chĂ©ad eitleĂĄn eile?â
âBoryan, tĂ©ann tĂș, seasfaidh mĂ© agus smaoineoidh mĂ© ar tomhaiseanna nach gĂĄ a ghoid Ăłn IdirlĂon,â dâfhreagair Max.
DĂșirt ArtĂșr ina thĂłn:
âTĂĄ go leor rĂșndiamhra anseo nach gĂĄ iad a rĂ©iteach.â
- Tomhais Ăłn gcolĂșn?
- Ar ndĂłigh, ina measc tĂĄ i bhfad nĂos suimiĂșla quirks de Chonaic unclouded nĂĄ an chuid is mĂł Ă©ileamh atĂĄ ceadaithe go hoifigiĂșil ar intleachtĂșlacht.
â Is Ă© mo thuairim go bhfuil cuma nĂos cosĂșla ar an gcolĂșn seo le dumpĂĄil truflais intleachtĂșil. Cad iad na rĂșndiamhra suimiĂșla a dâfhĂ©adfadh a bheith ann?
- Bhuel, mar shampla, an cheist mar gheall ar an aisling Martian. An bhfuil aon bhealach ann a chinneadh nach aisling Martian Ă© an domhan thart orainn...
- TĂĄ a fhios agam. Ach nĂ fĂ©idir aon fhreagra a thabhairt air, toisc go bhfuil sĂ© dodhĂ©anta solipseacht Ăon a bhrĂ©agnĂș gur figment de do shamhlaĂocht fĂ©in nĂł maitrĂs shaorga Ă© an domhan thart timpeall.
â NĂ hamhlaidh i ndĂĄirĂre, glacann an cheist le feinimĂ©an socheacnamaĂoch an-sonrach. Agus Ă© ag siĂșl trĂ phleananna Baator, thĂĄinig fiĂș dhĂĄ fhreagra chun cuimhne.
- FiĂș dhĂĄ?
â Is neamhrĂ©ireacht loighciĂșil i bhfoirmiĂș na ceiste an chĂ©ad fhreagra. NĂor cheart go mbeadh aisling Martian i mbrionglĂłid Martian; is gnĂ© shainiĂșil den saol fĂor iad amhras den sĂłrt sin. CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil aisling Martian de dhĂth ort ina bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh Ă©alĂș isteach i mbrionglĂłid Martian? Is fĂ©idir Ă© a athfhoirmliĂș mar seo a leanas: cruthaĂonn an fĂoras a bhaineann le ceist den sĂłrt sin a chur go bhfuil tĂș sa saol fĂor.
- Ceart go leor, dĂ©arfainn go bhfuil mĂ© i mbrionglĂłid Martian, agus tĂĄim sĂĄsta le gach rud, nĂl uaim ach a sheiceĂĄil go bhfuil saol fĂor timpeall orm. Agus chruthaigh na forbrĂłirĂ an Dreamland cĂ©anna chun a gcuid mirage a dhĂ©anamh nĂos rĂ©adĂșla.
- I gcomhair Cad? Ionas go mbeidh cliaint ag fulaingt agus in amhras. Bunaithe ar a bhfuil ar eolas agam faoi eagraĂochtaĂ den sĂłrt sin, bĂonn tionchar ag a gcuid bogearraĂ ar psyche na gcliant ionas nach gcuireann siad ceisteanna gan ghĂĄ.
- Bhuel... i mo thuairim, labhraĂonn tĂș dĂreach cosĂșil le duine cinnte de rĂ©altacht an domhain timpeall air. Agus tugann tĂș argĂłintĂ cuĂ bunaithe ar do chreideamh.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth a mbeinn ag lorg argĂłintĂ a chruthaĂonn nach bhfuil an domhan fĂor? Cur amĂș ama agus iarrachta.
- Mar sin, tĂĄ tĂș i gcoinne an aisling Martian?
- TĂĄim i gcoinne drugaĂ freisin, ach cad a athraĂonn sin?
- Agus an dara freagra?
â TĂĄ an dara freagra nĂos casta agus nĂos cruinne i mo thuairim. Sa bhrionglĂłid Martian, nĂl cuma ar an domhan ... gan teorainn. NĂ fhreastalaĂonn ar fheinimĂ©in chodarsnacha. In sĂ© is fĂ©idir leat a bhuachan gan rud ar bith a chailliĂșint, nĂł is fĂ©idir leat a bheith sĂĄsta an t-am ar fad, nĂł, mar shampla, gach duine a mhealladh an t-am ar fad. Is domhan prĂosĂșin Ă© seo, tĂĄ sĂ© neamhchothrom agus beidh aon duine atĂĄ ag iarraidh Ă© a fheiceĂĄil, is cuma cĂ© chomh maith agus a mheabhlaĂonn an clĂĄr Ă©.
â Ar cheart dĂșinn sĂolta na bua a lorg inĂĄr mbuanna fĂ©in? Is dĂłigh liom nach gcuirfidh formhĂłr mĂłr na ndaoine ar an saol fĂor na ceisteanna sin. Agus nĂos mĂł fĂłs nĂĄ cliaint an aisling Martian.
- Aontaigh. Ach ba Ă an cheist: âAn bhfuil bealach annâ? Mar sin, molaim modh. Ar ndĂłigh, nĂ dĂłcha, i bprionsabal, go dtiocfaidh aon duine ar fĂ©idir leo Ă© a ĂșsĂĄid i bprĂosĂșn den sĂłrt sin.
- Nach prĂosĂșn Ă© ĂĄr saol?
- Sa chiall Gnostic? Is domhan Ă© seo ina bhfuil pian agus fulaingt dosheachanta, mar sin nĂ fĂ©idir leis a bheith ina phrĂosĂșn idĂ©alach. TĂĄ an saol fĂor cruĂĄlach, sin an fĂĄth go bhfuil sĂ© ar an saol fĂor.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth, is prĂosĂșn speisialta Ă© seo ina dtugtar deis do phrĂosĂșnaigh a shaoradh.
âMar sin nĂ prĂosĂșn Ă© seo de rĂ©ir sainmhĂnithe, ach ĂĄit athoideachais.â Ach is fĂor an domhan a chuireann iachall ar dhuine athrĂș de shĂor. Caithfidh gurb Ă© seo a mhaoin shainiĂșil. Agus mĂĄ tĂĄ uasteorainn ĂĄirithe bainte amach ag an bhforbairt, tĂĄ sĂ© de dhualgas ar an domhan bogadh go dtĂ an chĂ©ad stĂĄt eile, nĂł titim amach agus an timthriall a thosĂș arĂs. NĂ dhĂ©anann sĂ© aon chiall an t-ordĂș rudaĂ seo a thabhairt mar phrĂosĂșn.
- Ceart go leor, is prĂosĂșn Ă© seo a chruthaigh muid dĂșinn fĂ©in.
- Conas?
- Is sclĂĄbhaithe iad daoine dĂĄ ngoile agus dĂĄ bpaisean.
âMar sin, luath nĂł mall beidh ar gach duine Ăoc as a gcuid botĂșn.
â Conas a dhĂ©antar ĂocaĂocht do chliaint an aisling Martian? Maireann siad fada agus faigheann siad bĂĄs sona.
- NĂl a fhios agam, nĂor smaoinigh mĂ© air. DĂĄ mbeinn i ngnĂł comhchosĂșil, dhĂ©anfainn gach iarracht na fo-iarsmaĂ a cheilt. B'fhĂ©idir ag deireadh an chonartha, go dtagann deamhain rĂ©altachta fĂorĂșla chun anamacha na gcliant, strĂłiceann siad Ăłna chĂ©ile iad agus tarraing chuig an domhan thĂos iad.
Shamhlaigh Max an pictiĂșr agus shuddered.
â Is ar eitleĂĄn Baator a thĂĄinig anamacha na ndaoine ar spĂ©is leo an socrĂș seo. B'fhĂ©idir go bhfuil tĂș fĂ©in agus mĂ© marbh cheana fĂ©in? - rinne Art aoibh arĂs.
âBâfhĂ©idir gur cosĂșil le bĂĄs an saol don bhĂĄs.â
âBâfhĂ©idir gur cailĂn Ă© buachaill, an bealach eile timpeall.â TĂĄ eagla orm nach mbeimid in ann eagna chiorcal neamhbhriste Zerthimon a thuiscint leis an gcur chuige seo.
- Sea, tå sé dodhéanta inniu fios a bheith agat go cinnte. Ba mhaith liom teacht suas le mo chairde, ar mhaith leat a bheith påirteach?
âMĂĄ tĂĄ siad chun Ă©alĂș chuig eitleĂĄin eile trĂ shreabhĂĄin nĂ©artocsaineacha a Ăłl, nĂ hea.â Is ar Ă©igean a thig liom loighic na rĂ©altachta sin a sheasamh.
- TĂĄ eagla orm go bhfuil siad ag dul go dtĂ. Deirim, is sclĂĄbhaithe sinn dĂĄr ndrochghnĂomhartha.
âBĂodh a fhios agam gur chuala mĂ© do bhriathra, a fheara ar lasadh.â Nuair is mian leat eagna Zerthimon a fhĂĄil amach arĂs, tar.
Thug an Githzerai bogha beag samurai agus chas siad ar ais go dtĂ an colĂșn, ag iarraidh tomhaiseanna eile a aimsiĂș nĂĄr ghĂĄ a rĂ©iteach.
Ag fĂĄgĂĄil an Martian neamhghnĂĄch, chuaigh Max go domhain isteach sa chĂ©ad eitleĂĄn eile. Rinne sĂ© iarracht siĂșl go tapa ar fud an mhachaire iarainn faoi na spĂ©artha glasa, ach in aice le cnuasach tĂĄblaĂ agus toilg a bhĂ beagnach te bhĂ sĂ© gafa ag Arsen le grĂșpa comhghleacaithe neamhaithnidiĂșla, nach bhfĂ©adfadh Max a n-ainmneacha a bhaint as leabhar tagartha amhĂĄin, ach nĂ raibh. as a chuimhne. BâĂ©igean dĂł roinnt scĂ©alta grinn eile a fhulaingt faoina chuid eachtraĂ grĂĄmhara le Laura agus roinnt tairiscintĂ leanĂșnacha chun Ă© fĂ©in a chaitheamh ar rud Ă©igin. Sa deireadh, rinne Max Ă©irĂ as agus thĂłg sĂ© cĂșpla puff de hookah speisialta Baator le nanachĂĄithnĂnĂ. BhĂ blas taitneamhach de chineĂĄl Ă©igin torthaĂ ar an deatach agus nĂor chuir sĂ© greannĂș ar orgĂĄin riosprĂĄide coirp meisce ar chor ar bith. Is cosĂșil go raibh roinnt nanachĂĄithnĂnĂ ĂșsĂĄideacha i lĂĄthair i ndĂĄirĂre ann.
Chuir Boris teachtaireacht go raibh siad tar Ă©is an t-eitleĂĄn swamp a rith leis an dioscĂł cĂșr cheana fĂ©in agus go raibh siad chun an absinthe a bhĂ ar lasadh ar an gceathrĂș eitleĂĄn i rĂocht na tine a bhlaiseadh. Mar sin tĂĄ an baol ann go ngabhfaidh Max lena chairde ar thonnfhad iomlĂĄn difriĂșil mĂĄ leanann sĂ© ag moilliĂș.
Bhuail an trĂĂș urchar le buille diosca bodhar, slua screadaĂl agus tobair cĂșr a bhĂodh ag fiuchadh go trĂ©imhsiĂșil sa sciodar lĂĄibeach lĂĄibeach nĂł ag tuairteĂĄil as na spĂ©artha Ăsle luaidhe. Anseo agus ansiĂșd os cionn an tsruthĂĄin, ar slabhraĂ ag sĂneadh isteach sna spĂ©artha leadrĂĄnach, crochadh roinnt ardĂĄn agus damhsĂłirĂ ag tĂ©amh suas an slua. Agus ar an ardĂĄn is mĂł sa lĂĄr tĂĄ DJ demonic taobh thiar de chonsĂłl cothrom demonic.
Chinn Max a bhealach a dhĂ©anamh go cĂșramach thar an spraoi fiĂĄin ar ardĂĄin a tĂłgadh go speisialta. âIs eitleĂĄn oird Ă© Baator, nĂ caos. Ach dĂșirt an Martian neamhghnĂĄch, nach gcreideann i rĂ©altacht fhĂorĂșil, gur domhan de chaos Ăon Ă© seo, agus bhĂ an ceart aige, shĂl sĂ©, ag fĂ©achaint timpeall ar an slua daoine a bhĂ ag lĂ©im go randamach. â CĂ© hiad na daoine seo go lĂ©ir, ag baint suilt as an saol Ăł chroĂ, nĂł, os a choinne sin, ag bĂĄthadh a gcuid fulaingthe le torann agus alcĂłl? Is cĂĄithnĂnĂ de chaos primordial iad, anord Ăłnar fĂ©idir aon rud a bhreith, ag brath ar an snĂĄithe a tharraingĂonn tĂș. Feicim ĂomhĂĄnna pale, trĂ©shoilseach den todhchaĂ a dâfhĂ©adfadh a bheith le feiceĂĄil nĂł imithe as mar gheall ar imbhuailtĂ randamacha na gcĂĄithnĂnĂ seo. SaolaĂtear malairtĂ na cruinne agus faigheann siad bĂĄs de rĂ©ir na mĂlte gach soicind sa chaos seo.â
Go tobann, shamhlaigh Max Ă© fĂ©in gur taibhse anord a bhĂ ann, agus Ă© ag marcaĂocht ar scamaill cĂșr. Ritheann sĂ© suas beagĂĄn, lĂ©imeann agus cuileoga ... MothĂș iontach de euphoria agus eitilte... ArĂs, lĂ©im agus eitilt, Ăł scamall go scamall... Bhlais Max cĂșr agus fuair sĂ© Ă© fĂ©in i lĂĄr an tslua rince. âTĂĄ tĂș ag ithe nanachĂĄithnĂnĂ insidious,â a cheap sĂ© le crĂĄ, agus Ă© ag iarraidh dul i ngleic leis an dĂșil leanĂșnach eitilt agus casadh timpeall i lĂĄr an mheabhair chĂșr seo, mar eilifint leanbh cloiche, Dumbo. - CĂ©n clĂșdach iontach Ă©. Caithfimid dul amach go tapa agus roinnt uisce a Ăłl.â
Foirceannadh agus dodging, dhreap sĂ© go dtĂ ĂĄit ard nĂos gaire do na triomadĂłirĂ, a shĂ©id sceana leaisteacha d'aer te ar na deamhain sĂĄithithe Ăł gach taobh. Agus go trĂ©imhsiĂșil ba chĂșis leo codanna de squeals agus squeaks Ăł demonesses a rinne dearmad a choinneĂĄil ar a gcuid Ă©adaĂ saoire beagnach i bhfolach agus nach bhfuil an-chaste. Sheas Max faoi na triomadĂłirĂ ar feadh i bhfad agus nĂ raibh sĂ© in ann teacht ar a chuid cĂ©adfaĂ. BhĂ an ceann folamh agus Ă©adrom, smaointe dothuigthe teannta ann mar a bheadh ââboilgeoga gallĂșnaĂ ollmhĂłra agus plĂ©asctha gan rian a fhĂĄgĂĄil.
DealraĂonn sĂ© go bhfuil Ruslan ag claonadh i gcoinne an bhalla in aice lĂĄimhe. BhĂ ĂĄthas air, cosĂșil le cat dea-chothaithe, agus bhĂ brĂłd air gur bheag nĂĄr mharaigh sĂ© soith deamhan ar meisce sa praiseach cĂșr seo. Is Ă an fhĂrinne nĂĄ go bhfuil sĂ© beagnach dodhĂ©anta Ă a aimsiĂș arĂs chun an cĂĄs a chrĂochnĂș. D'Ă©iligh Ruslan go gcaithfeadh sĂ© imeacht ar feadh cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad, agus ansin thiocfadh sĂ© ar ais agus go mbeadh fĂor-phlĂ©asc acu.
Chaill Max rian an ama, ach ba chosĂșil go raibh i bhfad nĂos mĂł nĂĄ cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad caite. NĂor thaispeĂĄin Ruslan suas, ach bhĂ an chuma ar an scĂ©al go raibh sĂ© ag Ă©irĂ as. âSin Ă©, tĂĄim ag Ă©irĂ as drugaĂ, go hĂĄirithe na cinn cheimiceacha. Bhuel, bâfhĂ©idir gloine absinthe, bâfhĂ©idir dhĂĄ cheann, ach gan nĂos mĂł hookahs le nanachĂĄithnĂnĂ.â
BhĂ an halla a leithroinneadh don phlean dĂłiteĂĄin sĂĄch beag agus ba Ă© an prĂomh-mhealladh a bhĂ air nĂĄ barra mĂłr cruinn sa lĂĄr, dĂ©anta suas chun breathnĂș cosĂșil le bolcĂĄn le teangacha de lasair bhĂĄn ag Ă©alĂș Ăłn taobh istigh. CrĂochnaĂodh an pictiĂșr le roinnt tinte ealaĂne snĂomh agus radharc le fĂor-fakirs. Beagnach idyll sĂochĂĄnta, i gcomparĂĄid leis an swamp dĂsachtach roimhe seo. D'aimsigh Boris agus Dimon Max ag an mbarra, ag Ăłl uisce mianraĂ a bhĂ go hiomlĂĄn prosaic.
- Bhuel, cĂĄ raibh tĂș? â BhĂ fearg ar Boris. - TrĂ cinn eile absinthes! - d'Ă©iligh sĂ© ar an tĂĄbhairne beo, a bhĂ ag caitheamh cupĂĄin chloiche agus ag lĂĄmhaigh spĂ©aclaĂ i bhfoirm deamhan crĂșba caol le adharca gabhar. BhĂ Dimon, a bhĂ soilĂ©ir go soilĂ©ir i striapachas Ă©adrom cheana fĂ©in, ina shuĂ go mĂłr ar chathaoir ard agus bhuail sĂ© thar an absinthe gan fanacht leis a chur trĂ thine.
âFan,â chuir Max stop le Boris le gotha, âimeoidh mĂ© beagĂĄn anois.â
âCad a bhĂ beartaithe agat a fhĂĄgĂĄil ann? TĂĄ tĂș imithe ar feadh beagnach uair an chloig, tĂĄ am ag gnĂĄthdhaoine Ă©irĂ as agus bheith ar meisce arĂs.
âTĂĄ go leor contĂșirtĂ ag fanacht le taistealaĂ mĂchĂșramach ar na heitleĂĄin, bĂodh a fhios agat.â
â Ar phlĂ©igh tĂș ar a laghad dâionchais ghairme leis an mbainisteoir seo?
- Ă sea! Shleamhnaigh ionchais ghairme m'intinn go hiomlĂĄn.
- Maxim, cad atĂĄ ar siĂșl! Cad a bhĂ tĂș ag caint faoi chomh fada?
- Go prĂomha faoi mo thomhas faoi an aisling Martian.
- WOW! âIs cinnte nach gairmĂ thĂș,â chroith Boris a cheann.
âSea, is dĂłigh liom freisin go bhfuil sĂ© in am slĂ bheatha a dhĂ©anamh,â rinne an tĂĄbhairne idirghabhĂĄil go tobann sa chomhrĂĄ. - An bhfuil tĂș guys Ăł Telecom?
- An bhfuil aon duine eile ag siĂșl thart anseo? - rinne Boris snort.
- Bhuel, le laethanta saoire na Bliana Nua seo ... tĂĄ go leor daoine amuigh faoin aer. TĂĄ cĂłisir mhaith agat, ar ndĂłigh, agus tĂĄ cinn nĂos fearr fĂłs feicthe agam.
- CĂĄ bhfaca tĂș rud nĂos fuaire? â Chuir a leithĂ©id de impudence iontas Ăł chroĂ ar Max.
- Sea, Neurotek, mar shampla, tĂĄ na guys ag siĂșl timpeall mar sin. Ar scĂĄla mĂłr.
â De rĂ©ir dealraimh bĂonn tĂș ag crochadh leo go minic?
âCheannaigh siad an MĂle Ărga ar fad i mbliana,â lean an tĂĄbhairne ar aghaidh, gan aird a thabhairt ar na grins. - Seo an ĂĄit a gcaithfidh tĂș slĂ bheatha a dhĂ©anamh. Bhuel, i bprionsabal, is fĂ©idir leat triail a bhaint as i Telecom ...
âTĂĄ ĂĄr bprĂomhcheannaire ina shuĂ ansin,â chrom Boris ar Dimon, a bhĂ ag smĂ©ideadh, ar a ghualainn. â PlĂ©igh do ghairm bheatha leis, ach nĂĄ doirt nĂos mĂł, nĂł beidh ort an cuntar a nĂ le linn do thrĂ©imhse promhaidh.
Is ionadh Ă© gur thosaigh an t-oibrĂ seirbhĂse alcĂłil, nach raibh in ann Ă© a dhĂșnadh, ar rud Ă©igin a chuimilt ar Dimon, a bhĂ lag freagrĂșil do spreagthaigh sheachtracha.
- Ăist, a Boryan, dĂșirt tĂș go bhfuil scĂ©al mĂgheanasach Ă©igin ar eolas agat faoi Art Smith.
- NĂl ann ach gossip salach. NĂor chĂłir duit Ă© a insint do gach duine.
- An bhfuil i gceist agam gach rud i ndiaidh a chĂ©ile?! NĂ fhĂĄgfaidh mĂ© inniu thĂș, mĂĄs ĂĄil leat.
- Ceart go leor, a ligean ar Bang agus a insint duit.
Chuir Boris amach an siĂșcra dĂł fĂ©in agus chuir sĂ© roinnt sĂș leis.
â Seo go dtĂ an bhliain atĂĄ romhainn agus rath ar ĂĄr dtasc deacair!
Bhain Max an-sult as an searbhas blaiseadh caramal.
- Ugh, conas is féidir leat é seo a ól! Inis dom do chuid scéalta salach cheana féin.
- TĂĄ beagĂĄn cĂșlra ag teastĂĄil anseo. Is dĂłcha nach bhfuil a fhios agat cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil an chuid is mĂł de na Martians chomh adhmaid?
- CĂ©n chiall?
- Ar an dĂłigh sin, cuir i gcĂĄs, gur bhain a n-athair Carlo amach as log iad... De ghnĂĄth nĂ bhĂonn mothĂșchĂĄin nĂos mĂł acu nĂĄ an loga seo. NĂ aoibheann siad ach cĂșpla uair sa bhliain ar laethanta saoire mĂłra.
â Le linn mo chuid ama ar fad ar Mars, rinne mĂ© âcomhrĂĄâ uair amhĂĄin ar feadh cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad lenĂĄr boss, agus cĂșpla uair le Arthur. Agus le daoine eile tĂĄ sĂ© cosĂșil le "hello" agus "beannacht." An Boss, ar ndĂłigh, bĂ©im orm amach, ach tĂĄ Arthur gnĂĄth go leor, cĂ© go bhfuil beagĂĄn mearbhall.
"TĂĄ Arthur rĂł-ghnĂĄth fiĂș don mheĂĄn Martian." Chomh fada agus a thuigim, nĂ mheasann na fĂor-Martians Ă© ar cheann dĂĄ gcuid fĂ©in.
- An bhfuil fiĂș lĂĄmhaigh mĂłr aige sa tseirbhĂs pearsanra?
- DĂ©anfaidh Fuck an t-ordlathas seo dĂĄ gcuid fĂ©in a dhĂ©anamh amach. Ach is cosĂșil nach Ă© an figiĂșr deireanach Ă©, go teicniĂșil, cinnte. EisĂonn sĂ© go leor nuashonruithe ar leabhair thagartha agus ar gach cineĂĄl pleanĂĄlaĂ.
â De rĂ©ir mar a thuigim Ă©, nĂ cheadaĂonn na Marsaigh âstrainsĂ©irĂâ i gcĂșrsaĂ tĂĄbhachtacha.
- Ă, Max, nĂĄ bĂ pioc. An aontaĂonn tĂș go bhfuil sĂ© an-aisteach do Martian?
â TĂĄ bonn beagĂĄn neamhionadaĂoch agam faoi lĂĄthair le haghaidh comparĂĄide. Ach sea, aontaĂm go bhfuil sĂ© aisteach. Beagnach cosĂșil le gnĂĄthdhuine, ach amhĂĄin nach bhfuil sĂ© ag Ăłl faoin gcrann Nollag...
- Mar sin, de rĂ©ir tionscnaimh tĂĄ sĂ© cĂ©ad faoin gcĂ©ad Martian. Agus iad ag aibiĂș ina bhfleascĂĄin, cuirtear braon ionchlannĂĄin Ă©agsĂșla leo. Agus ansin sa phrĂłiseas ag fĂĄs suas freisin. Agus is Ă© oibrĂocht Ă©igeantach amhĂĄin an sliseanna rialaithe mothĂșchĂĄin. NĂl a fhios agam na sonraĂ, ach is fĂric go bhfuil rogha ionsuite ag gach Martians chun gach cineĂĄl hormĂłin agus testosterone a rialĂĄil.
- Testosterone, is cosĂșil go bhfuil sĂ© ag claochlĂș in ĂĄit ...
- NĂĄ bĂ leadrĂĄnach. Go ginearĂĄlta, is fĂ©idir le haon Martian is dubhach aon diĂșltachas a mhĂșchadh: dĂșlagar fada nĂł âcĂ©ad ghrĂĄâ mĂshĂĄsta ach cnaipe fĂorĂșil a bhrĂș.
- ĂisiĂșil, rud ar bith a rĂĄ.
- ĂisiĂșil, ar ndĂłigh. Ach chuaigh rud Ă©igin cearr lenĂĄr Arthur i Ăłige. Is dĂłcha gur thĂĄinig deireadh leis an aibolit Martian, agus nĂ bhfuair sĂ© an t-uasghrĂĄdĂș ĂșsĂĄideach seo. DĂĄ bhrĂ sin, tĂĄ na mothĂșchĂĄin agus na hormĂłin go lĂ©ir ag bualadh air, dĂreach cosĂșil le gnĂĄthchĂłdĂłirĂ redneck. Is cosĂșil go bhfuil sĂ© deacair dĂł maireachtĂĄil leis an locht seo; breathnaĂonn Martians âgnĂĄthâ air amhail is dĂĄ mbeadh sĂ© faoi mhĂchumas ...
- A Borya, is lĂ©ir gur bhreathnaigh tĂș ar a thaifead leighis.
- NĂor fhĂ©ach mĂ©, a deir daoine eolach amhlaidh.
- Daoine eolacha... sea.
- Mar sin, a Max, nĂĄ Ă©ist mura bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh! Agus fĂĄg do smaointeoireacht chriticiĂșil le haghaidh roinnt dĂospĂłireachtaĂ eolaĂocha.
- Fuair ââsĂ©, stoptar suas. TĂĄ an salachar ar fad fĂłs romhainn, tĂĄ sĂșil agam?
- Sea, ba Ă© sin an chuid tosaigh. Agus is Ă© seo a leanas an gossip fĂ©in. Mar gheall ar an bhfĂric go bhfuair ĂĄr n-Arthur a leithĂ©id de ghortĂș dian i Ăłige, nach bhfuil sĂ© ag tarraingt go hĂĄirithe do mhnĂĄ adhmaid Martian. NĂos mĂł i dtreo na mban âdaonnaâ. Ach, mar a bheadh ââan t-ĂĄdh air, nĂ bhĂonn sĂ© ag taitneamh lena chuma, fiĂș le haghaidh Martach, agus nĂ fĂ©idir leat gnĂĄth-bhan a amadĂĄn le comhrĂĄite mearbhall. Is cosĂșil go bhfuil cĂĄs de shaghas Ă©igin ann, ach nĂl aon rud speisialta... Max! Thug mĂ© cineĂĄl rabhadh duit.
NĂ raibh Max in ann an ghrĂĄin amhrasach ar a aghaidh a rialĂș.
- Ceart go leor, a Bhoirionainn, nĂĄ bĂodh olc ort. TĂĄ sĂ© mar mĂĄ chreideann tĂș Ă© go lĂ©ir duit fĂ©in.
- NĂ bheidh daoine eolach brĂ©ag. NĂ thuigim cĂ© air a bhfuilim ag caint anseo! I mbeagĂĄn focal, chaith Art tamall fada sa tĂłir ar chick deas Ăłn tseirbhĂs pearsanra. Ach nĂor thug sĂ aon aird air agus nĂor bheannaigh sĂ dĂł. Bhuel, nĂłimĂ©ad breĂĄ amhĂĄin, nuair a bhĂ gach duine imithe abhaile agus gan ach ArtĂșr agus ĂĄbhar a osna fĂĄgtha sa bhloc ar fad, bheartaigh sĂ© an tarbh a thĂłgĂĄil le hadharc agus phinn sĂ© ar dheis Ă ina lĂĄthair oibre. Ach nĂ raibh sĂ buĂoch as an impulse agus bhris a shrĂłn agus croĂ ag an am cĂ©anna.
â Rug an bhean troda. Mar sin, cad Ă© seo chugainn?
- BhĂ ââan bhean brĂ©an, tĂĄ sĂ© fĂłs ina Martian, cĂ© go bhfuil lochtanna.
- Agus cad is ainm don banlaoch seo, a d'fhulaing Ăł chiapadh salach san ionad oibre?
âAr an drochuair, nĂl an stair gonta faoi seo.
- Pf-f, tĂĄ brĂłn orm ar ndĂłigh, ach gan ainm nĂl ann ach sin, gossip seanmhĂĄthair ar bhinse.
- TĂĄ an scĂ©al fĂor chun gach crĂche, ceart go leor, nĂłcha faoin gcĂ©ad cinnte. Agus leis an ainm, tĂĄ brĂłn orm freisin, ach bheadh ââââsĂ© dĂolta agam ar na leathanaigh tosaigh ar feadh cĂșpla mĂle creeps agus bheinn ag Ăłl mhanglaim i Bali anois, in ionad a bheith anseo leat...
- TĂĄ tĂș ceart ar an sprioc: cĂșpla mĂle ... MĂĄs rud Ă© in ionad Martian le sliseanna lochtach a chur in ionad roinnt bulaĂ daonna, ansin beidh an scĂ©al cas amach a bheith ar an chuid is mĂł banal. NĂl fiĂș sonraĂ ar bith faoin gcaoi ar chiapadh sĂ© Ă.
- Bhuel, nĂor choinnigh mĂ© coinneal. Bhuel, bâfhĂ©idir go bhfuil, dâfhulaing ĂĄr ArtĂșr Ăobartach de bharr intleachta agus grĂosaithe maslacha duine Ă©igin. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, chomh fada agus is eol dom, chuaigh sĂ© i ngleic ar bhealach Ă©igin lenĂĄr boss Albert.
âNĂ dĂłcha go gcabhrĂłidh sĂ© seo linn ar bhealach ar bith.â cacamas! CĂĄ bhfuil Dimon?
Thosaigh Max ag breathnĂș thart go buartha, ag lorg an dineasĂĄir lĂonta deranged.
- Borya, an bhfuil sĂ© agat mar chara? An fĂ©idir leat Ă© a aimsiĂș ar an lorgaire?
- NĂĄ bĂ buartha, is duine fĂĄsta Ă©, agus nĂl oirthear MhoscĂł thart.
- TĂĄ sĂ© nĂos fearr a dhĂ©anamh cinnte.
Fuarthas Dimon sa leithreas ar an leibhĂ©al cĂ©anna, agus a cheann sa doirteal faoi uisce reatha. Snort sĂ© cosĂșil le sĂ©ala agus chaith tuĂĄillĂ pĂĄipĂ©ir thart. Crochadh ceann fliuch an dineasĂĄir ar a dhroim gan bheatha. Mar sin fĂ©in, dhĂĄ nĂłimĂ©ad ina dhiaidh sin bhĂ an chuma ar Dimon a athnuachan go mĂłr agus fiĂș thosaigh sĂ© ag Ă©ileamh a gcomrĂĄdaithe.
- Cad chuige an ifreann ar fhĂĄg tĂș mĂ© leis an ngabhar seo? NĂ dhĂșnann sĂ© suas ar feadh soicind. NĂ raibh uaim ach Ă© a bhualadh sna adharca.
âTĂĄ brĂłn orm, shĂl mĂ© go mbeadh tĂș i do Ă©isteoir den scoth,â a chrom Boris.
â Ar chaill mĂ© aon rud suimiĂșil?
- Mar sin gossip vulgar amhĂĄin faoi Martian agus salach ciapadh.
- Agus an ndearna tĂș, Max, na tomhais go lĂ©ir?
- Is dĂłcha, guessed mianach ceart.
- I mbeagån focal, tå mé chomh maith riddle. Rachaimid ar turas agus déarfaimid leat... Nå coinnigh siar mé! Tå mé ceart go leor!
BhĂ sĂ© deacair a chur ina luĂ ar Dimon aistriĂș chuig deochanna ar bheagĂĄn alcĂłil. Shuigh siad ar toilg compordach i mbĂ©al bolcĂĄn beag.
- Bhuel, cén sórt smaoineamh geal a thug dia na heaspa alcóil isteach i do cheann? - D'iarr Boris.
- Nà smaoineamh, ach ceist. An bhfuil gnéas ag Martians? Agus må tå, conas?
âSea, nĂ fhĂ©adfadh an dia alcĂłlach aon rud nĂos gile a thabhairt,â chroith Max a cheann. â CĂ©n cineĂĄl ceisteanna iad? DĂ©anann siad go dĂreach an rud cĂ©anna.
- DĂreach cosĂșil le cĂ©?
- CosĂșil le daoine cosĂșil.
âNĂ hea, fan nĂłimĂ©ad,â a rinne Boris idirghabhĂĄil. - LabhraĂonn tĂș chomh dĂĄna. Chonaic tĂș Ă©, tĂĄ a fhios agat? Ar bhuail tĂș riamh le Martians sa saol fĂor?
ShĂl Max beagĂĄn, ag iarraidh cuimhneamh ar bhuail sĂ© le mnĂĄ Martian agus iad ag obair ag Telecom.
âChonaic mĂ©, ar ndĂłigh,â a d'fhreagair sĂ©. â NĂ dhearna mĂ© dlĂșthchumarsĂĄid, mar sin cad Ă©?
- Ă, is Ă© sin, nĂl a fhios agat fĂ©in, ach dĂ©anann tĂș rĂĄitis?
- Bhuel, gabh mo leithscĂ©al, sea, nĂ raibh seans agam leis na Martians fĂłs. CĂ©n fĂĄth ar chĂłir do na Martians Ă© a dhĂ©anamh ar aon bhealach speisialta? NĂor labhair tĂș ach faoin gcaidreamh rĂłmĂĄnsĂșil nĂĄr Ă©irigh le Martian. Agus dĂșirt sĂ© go bhfuil roinnt bainisteoirĂ nach bhfuil paiste go hiomlĂĄn nach bhfuil a mhealladh "adhmaid" Martians. D'inis tĂș seo go lĂ©ir bunaithe ar cad iad na boinn tuisceana faoina dtraidisiĂșin amorous?
- Nå cuir mearbhall orm. Cad a bhà mo scéal faoi?
- CĂ©ard faoi?
â Maidir le ciapadh gnĂĄth-mhnĂĄ. NĂ raibh aon caint faoi Martians ann.
DâĂ©irigh urlabhra Boris go mall dâaon ghnĂł, gestic sĂ© le cheerfulness ĂĄibhĂ©il, go soilĂ©ir ag iarraidh a chĂșiteamh as an laghdĂș ar a chumas a chuid smaointe a chur in iĂșl trĂ bhealaĂ briathartha.
âCeart go leor, tusa freisin, glacaimis sos,â ghlac Max an ghloine rum agus Mars-Cola Ăł Boris, in ainneoin a chuid agĂłidĂ. âNĂ fĂ©idir plĂ© imleor a bheith agat leat a thuilleadh.â NĂ cuimhin leat cad a dĂșirt tĂș deich nĂłimĂ©ad Ăł shin.
- Is cuimhin liom gach rud. Is tusa an tĂ© atĂĄ ag gnĂomhĂș go cliste, Max. NĂl a fhios agat, nĂ fhaca tĂș Ă©, ach dĂ©anann tĂș rĂĄitis chatagĂłirĂ.
- Ceart go leor, tĂĄ brĂłn orainn, ag cur do chĂșlra dwarven san ĂĄireamh, is cosĂșil go bhfuil mnĂĄ Martian gearr, fĂ©asĂłg agus chomh scanrĂșil sin go gcoimeĂĄdtar iad sa phluais is doimhne agus nach dtaispeĂĄntar riamh iad. Agus go ginearĂĄlta a dhĂ©anann siad seo, ar eagla na heagla, agus Martians atĂĄirgeadh ag Ăłga.
- Ha ha, cĂ© chomh greannmhar. Chuir Dimon ceist dĂĄirĂre;
- Toisc nach n-iarrann aon duine ceisteanna dĂșr den sĂłrt sin. Anois is fĂ©idir le gach cineĂĄl ĂșsĂĄideoir cumasach malartach de lĂonraĂ sĂłisialta le samhlacha nua sliseanna Ă© seo a dhĂ©anamh ar aon bhealach is mian leo, in aon phost agus le haon fhoireann rannphĂĄirtithe.
âIs Ă©ard a bhĂ i gceist agam gnĂ©as fisiceach,â a shoilĂ©irigh Dimon go hĂ©asca. - TĂĄ gach rud soilĂ©ir faoi lĂonraĂ sĂłisialta.
- B'fhĂ©idir nach bhfuil an bheirt agaibh ar an eolas, ach is fada Ăł chumas teicniĂșil na Martians iad a atĂĄirgeadh gan teagmhĂĄil fhisiciĂșil.
- Mar sin tĂĄ tĂș ag rĂĄ nach ndĂ©anann Martians Ă© seo beo? - D'iarr Boris nĂos ionsaithĂ.
âMaĂm go ndĂ©anann siad Ă© mar is mian leo agus cibĂ© duine is mian leo, sin Ă© go lĂ©ir.â
- Nà hea, Maxim, nà oibreoidh sé sin. Glactar leis i rialacha an phlé uasal go gcaithfidh duine a bheith freagrach as an margadh.
- Nà diabhal rud é. Cén fåth nach bhfuil mé i gceannas ar an margadh?
âMĂĄ fhreagraĂonn tĂș, maraĂmĂd sinn fĂ©in,â ar Ă©irigh Boris leis fĂ©in, shĂn sĂ© a lĂĄmh chuig a chĂ©ile comhraic. - Dimon, briseadh Ă©!
Shrug Max agus shĂn sĂ© a lĂĄmh mar fhreagra.
- Sea, nĂl fadhb ar bith, go dĂreach cad a bhfuilimid ag dĂ©anamh imnĂ dĂł agus cad Ă© ĂĄbhar na dĂospĂłide?
"An bhfuil tĂș ag rĂĄ go bhfuil gnĂ©as ag Martians ar bhealach ar bith is mian leo?"
- Sea, cad atĂĄ tĂș ag rĂĄ?
- Nach bhfuil sé amhlaidh!
- Nà mar sin, conas é sin? Glacann mo råiteas leis go bhfuil ceachtar den då rogha indéanta, sin uile.
âAgus mise, uh...,â bhĂ deacrachtaĂ soilĂ©ir ag Boris, ach fuair sĂ© bealach amach go tapa. - MaĂonn mĂ© go bhfuil roinnt rialacha ...
- Ceart go leor, Boryan, a ligean ar geall ar mĂle creeps.
âNĂl, Dimon, fan,â tharraing Boris a lĂĄmh amach le luas gan choinne. - Rachaimid le haghaidh buidĂ©al tequila.
- Sea, b'fhéidir mar atå ag teaståil ansin?
- Nà le haghaidh buidéal.
- Maith go leor, beidh mboilgeog ĂșsĂĄideach freisin. Dimon, briseadh Ă©.
ScrĂob Boris a tornapa go tuisceanach agus dâfhiafraigh sĂ©:
- Conas a réiteoimid år n-aighneas anois?
âAnois cuirimis ceist ar NeuroGoogle,â mhol Dimon.
-Cad atĂĄ tĂș ag iarraidh?
- An chaoi a mbĂonn gnĂ©as ag Martians... Sea, tĂĄ fĂseĂĄin suimiĂșla anseo...
Chroith Max a cheann.
- Boryan, is cosĂșil go bhfuil a fhios agat milliĂșn scĂ©alta agus gossip Ă©agsĂșla, ach anseo shocraigh tĂș a geall ar roinnt bullshit iomlĂĄn. Molaim duit a admhĂĄil gur chaill tĂș agus geall leis.
"TĂĄ sĂ© sin ceart, nĂl a fhios agat rud diabhal agus tĂĄ tĂș ag argĂłint." TĂĄ mĂ© cinnte go bhfuil roinnt fadhbanna ann... NĂ cuimhin liom anois cad atĂĄ i gceist leis... Is cinnte go bhfuil rialacha acu maidir le cĂ© ba cheart dĂłibh a atĂĄirgeadh agus cĂ©n t-ord, mar shampla chun cine idĂ©alach a phĂłrĂș sĂĄr-nerds.
âDiabhal, nĂ raibh ĂĄr n-argĂłint faoi atĂĄirgeadh.â
- Sea, nĂĄ bĂ piocach!
âTĂĄ eadrĂĄnaĂ neamhspleĂĄch de dhĂth orainn,â a dĂșirt Dimon.
â Go teoiriciĂșil, is fĂ©idir liom iarrthĂłir a mholadh don rĂłl mar eadrĂĄnaĂ.
"An bhfuil sĂ© nĂos eolach ar gach gnĂ© de shaol na Martian nĂĄ mĂ© fĂ©in?" - BhĂ ââionadh Boris.
âAr ndĂłigh, nĂl an oiread sin finscĂ©alta amhrasacha ar eolas aici, ach is dĂłcha go bhfuil sĂ ar an eolas nĂos fearr ar an gceist seo.
- Ă, an bhfuil aithne agat fĂłs ar bhean Ă©igin Martian? - BhĂ ââionadh Dimon.
- NĂl.
"Ah, is cosĂșil Laura Ă© seo," a dĂșirt Boris. â Conas a thagaimid uirthi le ceist dĂĄ leithĂ©id?
- Hick, fucked sĂ cinnte leis an bosses Martian, ba chĂłir go mbeadh a fhios aici do cinnte.
âNĂ thiocfaimid anĂos, ach tiocfaidh mĂ© suas agus cuirim roinnt ceisteanna spraĂĂșla uirthi,â dâfhreagair Max, agus Ă© ag amharc ar an taobhlĂne ar an Dimon a bhĂ ag bualadh isteach. - Agus suĂonn tĂș go ciĂșin in aice lĂĄimhe.
- NĂ oibreoidh sĂ© seo! - BhĂ ââDimon corraithe. â Bhris mĂ© Ă©, gan mise tĂĄ aon chinneadh neamhbhailĂ!
- Ansin nĂ rogha Ă© Laura.
- Sea, cén fåth nach rogha é seo låithreach?
- Conas is fĂ©idir liom Ă© a mhĂniĂș duit ar bhealach nĂos mĂșinte... TĂĄ tusa, a chomh-uaisle, ar meisce cheana fĂ©in, ach is bean Ă fĂłs agus nĂ magadh faoin Leifteanant Rzhevsky Ă seo. Mar sin bĂ ag brath ar mo mhacĂĄntacht nĂł ainmnigh tĂș fĂ©in.
- Cén fåth a bhfuil gach duine chomh buartha sin faoin Laura seo? - Lean Dimon de bheith feargach. - Just smaoineamh, de shaghas éigin bean! Geall liom go mbeidh sà ag rith i mo dhiaidh à féin. Ik, an bhfuil mearbhall orainn?
âTĂĄ muid ag streachailt, nĂl le dĂ©anamh ach Ă a mhealladh gan mo chabhair.â
- Diabhal, Max, tĂĄ an argĂłint seo naofa. NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn cinneadh a dhĂ©anamh ar bhealach Ă©igin,â a dâĂĄitigh Boris.
- Sea, nĂ dhiĂșltĂłidh mĂ©. Do mholtaĂ?
- Ceart go leor, is Ă© mo mholadh nĂĄ dul ag siĂșl beag agus smaoineamh. Agus nĂor shroicheamar an bunphlean fiĂș.
â TacaĂm leis go hiomlĂĄn agus go hiomlĂĄn. Mar sin, Dimon, a ligean ar Ă©irĂ! NĂ mĂłr duit siĂșl beagĂĄn. Mar sin, fĂĄgfaimid na spĂ©aclaĂ anseo.
Cuireadh an cĂșigiĂș eitleĂĄn oighir eile le chĂ©ile leis an ochtĂș toisc nach raibh an t-ĂĄitreabh ag an gclub do na naoi bplean bunaidh. GnĂ© speisialta den phlean ab ea bloic oighir ghorma Ă©adroma ollmhĂłra, a raibh fĂorchlĂșid orthu. CruthaĂodh iad as leacht ferromagnetic turgnamhach a sholadaigh ag teocht an tseomra gan rĂ©imse maighnĂ©adach. Agus faoina thionchar, leĂĄigh an leacht agus d'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© a ghlacadh ar aon chruth is aisteach. D'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© a bheith trĂ©dhearcach nĂł scĂĄthĂĄnaithe, agus d'fhĂ©adfaĂ an seomra a chlaochlĂș go labyrinth criostail il-leibhĂ©il, as ar Ă©igean a d'fhĂ©adfadh duine sober Ă©irĂ as gan cabhair Ăł iarratas na Bliana Nua. I gcomparĂĄid le oighear fĂor, nĂ raibh an t-oighear saoire ardteicneolaĂochta chomh sleamhain, ach thairg an bealach isteach fĂłs rogha de chlĂșdaigh brĂłg speisialta, le scĂĄtaĂ nĂł spikes.
Aistrigh na foirgnimh chlub ar an leibhĂ©al seo go rĂ©idh isteach i bpluaiseanna nĂĄdĂșrtha faoi thalamh. Shruth teangacha oighir isteach i scoilteanna agus bearnaĂ as ar thĂĄinig doimhneacht an phlĂĄinĂ©id gan taiscĂ©aladh. BhĂ an labyrinth seo beagnach fĂor agus mar sin i bhfad nĂos scanrĂșla nĂĄ na toisĂ hellish roimhe seo. Spreag bollĂĄin ollmhĂłra agus hummocks sĂșilĂneacha meas i measc na n-aĂonna. ShiĂșil siad beagĂĄn trĂ gach cineĂĄl conairĂ, seilfeanna, coirnisĂ agus droichid oighir, cĂ© go fĂĄl go measartha amach le lĂonta tanaĂ, beagnach dofheicthe, d'fhonn timpistĂ a sheachaint le crĂ©atĂșir olc a bhĂ caillte acu rabhadh. DâĂĄitigh muid beagĂĄn faoi cad a tharlĂłdh dĂĄ ngearrfĂĄ an mogalra agus lĂ©im isteach i scoilt de shaghas Ă©igin. An n-oibreoidh cĂłras uathoibrĂoch de chineĂĄl Ă©igin a mhaolĂłidh an t-oighear nĂł a chlaochlĂłidh ar bhealach Ă©igin an tĂrdhreach ag an lĂĄthair tuairteĂĄla, nĂł an bhfuil dĂłchas ar fad le crĂonnacht dheamhanĂșil? Rinne Dimon iarracht argĂłint nua a thosĂș, ag tabhairt le tuiscint go raibh Max tagtha Ăł dhomhan gnĂĄth le dĂ©anaĂ agus nach ndĂ©anfadh titim beag Ăł chĂșig mhĂ©adar dochar dĂł ar chor ar bith, ach cuireadh go nĂĄdĂșrtha Ă© chun doimhneacht na dungeons Martian a iniĂșchadh. Tar Ă©is dĂłibh dul amĂș beagĂĄn, ag iarraidh cĂșpla cineĂĄl uachtar reoite agus ag iarraidh gan a bheith pĂĄirteach i mhanglaim "reoite", d'ĂșsĂĄid siad an aip agus thĂĄinig siad chuig fochla oighir ar deireadh, rud a d'iompaigh go rĂ©idh isteach i titim oighir a chuaigh go dtĂ an chĂ©ad eitleĂĄn eile.
BhĂ go leor deamhain agus deamhain ag marcaĂocht timpeall loch reoite an fhochla go suaimhneach, uaireanta ag iarraidh a scileanna scĂĄtĂĄil figiĂșr a lĂ©iriĂș. Ach nĂorbh iad na scĂĄtĂĄlaithe an rud is mĂł a tharraing aird, ach an deamhan ĂĄlainn blonde, a bhĂ leamh ag ceann de na tĂĄblaĂ oighir. D'ardaigh sciathĂĄin mhiotalacha, daite Ăłrga taobh thiar a droma. Rinne sĂ rince beagĂĄn le ceol na bpleananna oighreata, d'Ăłl sĂ cocktail trĂ thuĂ agus de ghnĂĄth ghlac sĂ go leor radharcanna admiring agus uaireanta Ă©ad. Chrith a sciathĂĄin ĂĄille le buille an cheoil agus na scamaill scaipthe de phailin ar lasadh timpeall uirthi. ThĂĄinig Laura Mae chuig an saoire i bhfoirm Fallen Grace, succubus a d'Ă©irigh le Ă fĂ©in a shaoradh Ăłn sclĂĄbhaĂocht dheamhan agus a chuaigh anonn go dtĂ taobh fĂłrsaĂ an tsolais.
Thosaigh Boris agus Dimon lĂĄithreach ag brĂș Max ar an dĂĄ thaobh. Bâfhearr le Max, ar ndĂłigh, sleamhnĂș go ciĂșin anuas ar Laura, ionas nach n-Ă©ireodh leis nĂos moille le haghaidh iompar dineasĂĄir meisciĂșla agus orcs dearga, ach thug Laura Ă fĂ©in faoi deara Ă©, aoibh ghĂĄire go docht uirthi agus chrom sĂ ar a lĂĄmh.
- Bhuel, ar deireadh, prĂomhrĂ©alta na hoĂche anocht! - BhĂ ââDimon sĂĄsta.
âNĂĄ bĂ dĂșr, dĂ©arfaidh mĂ© Ă©,â a dĂșirt Max, ag druidim leis an mbord oighir.
- TĂłg go hĂ©asca, a dhearthĂĄir, nach bhfuil muid idiots. âTĂĄ na cĂĄrtaĂ go lĂ©ir i do lĂĄmha,â a dhearbhaigh Boris dĂĄ chomrĂĄdaĂ agus a lĂĄmh ar a chroĂ.
âTĂĄ sĂ© aisteach an fĂĄth go bhfuil sĂ ina haonar,â a cheap Max. â CĂĄ bhfuil na sluaite de lucht leanĂșna agus ĂșdarĂĄis na Martian ag rith ar a gcosa deiridh? B'fhĂ©idir gurb Ă© seo mo shamhlaĂocht ar fad. CĂ©n difrĂocht atĂĄ idir an bhean idĂ©alach seo agus an slua de mhnĂĄ eile atĂĄ beagnach idĂ©alach? Ag cur ina luĂ mĂ© ar a rĂ©altacht, ach freisin bâfhĂ©idir trĂna sĂșil, a thugann dĂșshlĂĄn an domhain gach soicind, rud a chuireann gach cineĂĄl rudaĂ olc ina luĂ uirthi.â
Thuig Max go raibh sĂ© ag stĂĄnadh ar Laura le fada an lĂĄ go mĂgheanasach, ach nĂor fholaigh sĂ ach an magadh beag ina sĂșile agus dâiompaigh sĂ© beagĂĄn, ag cur Ă fĂ©in i lĂĄthair Ăł uillinn nĂos buntĂĄistĂ.
- Bhuel, cad is cuma liom? TĂĄ mĂ© go lĂ©ir chomh measartha agus Ă©irimiĂșil, ach rugadh mĂ© le haghaidh cathĂș agus vice. An fĂ©idir le duine ar bith cur i gcoinne mo chuid draĂocht?
âNĂl aon duine,â dâaontaigh Max go hĂ©asca.
â Agus tĂĄ a fhios agam ainm do charachtair. Ignus ceart?
âSin ceart,â bhĂ ionadh ar Max. - Agus tĂĄ tuiscint nĂos fearr agat ar an ĂĄbhar nĂĄ go leor nerds.
âLĂ©igh mĂ© go hionraic an cur sĂos mionsonraithe sin,â gĂĄire Laura. - Ba Ă© an fhĂrinne nach raibh mĂ© in ann an cluiche fĂ©in a sheoladh.
- NĂ mĂłr duit aithriseoir a shuiteĂĄil ansin ar dtĂșs. TĂĄ sĂ© an-sean, nĂ fĂ©idir leat ligean dĂł dul chomh hĂ©asca sin. MĂĄs mian leat, cabhrĂłidh mĂ©.
- Bhuel, b'fhéidir uair eile.
â Cad mar gheall ar an modĂșl breise don fheidhmchlĂĄr?
- TĂĄ brĂłn orm, ach chinn mĂ© a thrĂ©igean an smaoineamh drĂșthlann paisin intleachtĂșil. TĂĄ eagla orm nach dtabharfaidh gach duine aird ach ar an bhfocal "drĂșthlann."
- Bhuel, tĂĄ, aontaĂm, nach bhfuil an smaoineamh an-mhaith.
- Ach tĂĄ rud Ă©igin eile agam.
D'eitil drone pearsanta i bhfoirm cloigeann le sĂșile fabhtacha amach as taobh thiar Laura.
- Is Morte é, nach bhfuil sé gleoite? Necromancer bocht uafåsach, nó cé leis a raibh sé sa chluiche sin?
- Nà cuimhin liom mé féin.
BhĂ cuma ar an drone go ndearnadh Ă© in ord, den chruth ceart;
â Is ar chostas na cuideachta atĂĄ an maisiĂș, ach ba mhaith liom Ă© a choinneĂĄil dom fĂ©in.
ScrĂob Laura a âlĂĄthair maolâ snasta agus bhĂ an cloigeann ag casadh go sĂĄsta agus ag caint lena ghialla.
â Cool Ă©ifeacht, a rinne tĂș fĂ©in Ă©?
â Beagnach, chabhraigh cara amhĂĄin.
- CiallaĂonn lucht aitheantais amhĂĄin...
- Bhuel, Max, bhĂ tĂș an-ghnĂłthach, chinn mĂ© gan bac a chur ort faoi thrifles.
- Uaireanta is féidir leat a bheith distracted.
Mhothaigh Max go tobann go hiomlĂĄn sober, amhail is dĂĄ mbeadh sĂ© ag dĂ©anamh a bhealach trĂ uisce dlĂșth le fada an lĂĄ agus go tobann thĂĄinig sĂ© chun solais go tobann. BhĂ sĂ© faoi lĂ©igear go tobann ag an hum na guthanna go leor agus boladh, geal agus beo, cosĂșil i bhforaois earraigh. âDe ghnĂĄth nĂ thugann mĂ© aird ar bholaithe ar chor ar bith,â a cheap Max. - CĂ©n fĂĄth a mbĂm ag boladh blĂĄthanna i lĂĄr na bpĂĄlĂĄs oighir seo? Is dĂłcha gur cumhrĂĄn Laura Ă©. BĂonn boladh chomh deas sin uirthi an t-am ar fad, go mbĂonn boladh luibheanna agus spĂosraĂ ar na toitĂnĂ sintĂ©iseacha sin fiĂș...â
Agus Ă© ag breathnĂș ar staid aislingeach a chomrĂĄdaĂ, thosaigh Boris ag cur teachtaireachtaĂ mĂshĂĄsta chuige sa chomhrĂĄ: âHey, Romeo, an bhfuil dearmad dĂ©anta agat ar an gcĂșis go bhfuil muid anseo?â BuĂochas leis seo, chaill Max a stupor go hachomair, ach nĂorbh fhĂ©idir leis a inchinn a chasadh ar an bpointe boise, mar sin, gan mĂłrĂĄn smaointeoireachta, rinne sĂ© blurted amach go dĂreach.
- Laura, ach bhĂ mĂ© ag smaoineamh i gcĂłnaĂ conas a dhĂ©anann Martians teaghlaigh agus a bhfuil leanaĂ acu? RĂłmĂĄnsĂșil nĂł rud Ă©igin?
- CĂ©n fĂĄth ceisteanna den sĂłrt sin? - BhĂ ââionadh ar Laura. â An bhfuil sĂ© beartaithe agat pĂłsadh? Coinnigh i gcuimhne, a chara, go bhfuil croĂthe na mban Martian chomh fuar leis an oighear Stygia.
- NĂl, tĂĄ sĂ© seo fiosracht dĂomhaoin, rud ar bith nĂos mĂł.
- Go ginearĂĄlta dĂ©anann Martians cad is mian leo agus conas is mian leo. De ghnĂĄth dĂ©anann siad conradh cliste de chineĂĄl Ă©igin chun leanaĂ a thĂłgĂĄil le chĂ©ile. Agus meastar gur idirdhealĂș a dhĂ©antar ar chaidreamh pĂłsta lĂĄn-chuimsitheach, mar atĂĄ i measc daoine.
- CoolâŠ
- TĂĄ sĂ© uafĂĄsach, an fĂ©idir grĂĄ a thabhairt do dhuine atĂĄ bunaithe ar chomhad ar rĂomhaire?
- Bhuel, tĂĄ sĂ© uafĂĄsach, buille faoi thuairim mĂ©. Conas a roghnaĂonn Martians comhphĂĄirtithe chun leanaĂ a thĂłgĂĄil le chĂ©ile?
- NĂl, tĂĄ tĂș cinnte crush ar roinnt bean Martian. Come on, inis dom cĂ© Ă?
- NĂor thit mĂ© ar a shon, cad a cheapann tĂș? MĂĄs rud Ă© go raibh mĂ© crush ar dhuine, nĂ bheadh ââââsĂ© cinnte a bheith ar an Martians.
- Agus cé dó?
- Bhuel, tĂĄ a lĂĄn de na mnĂĄ eile timpeall.
- Agus cé na cinn? - D'iarr Laura go bog agus bhuail sé lena radharc.
Agus bhĂ an oiread sin sa chuma seo go ndearna Max dearmad lĂĄithreach ar an argĂłint faoi na Martians, agus go ginearĂĄlta cĂĄ raibh sĂ©, agus nĂor smaoinigh sĂ© ach ar cĂ© hĂ© a ainm is fiĂș a fhuaimniĂș anois.
â Max, nach dtabharfaidh tĂș aithne do do chairde? An oibrĂonn tĂș ar gach cineĂĄl rudaĂ cliste le chĂ©ile?
- Ă tĂĄ, tĂĄimid ag obair le chĂ©ile le Boris. Agus tĂĄ Dima Ăłn tseirbhĂs slĂĄndĂĄla.
â TĂĄ sĂșil agam go bhfuil ĂĄr seirbhĂs slĂĄndĂĄla ĂĄ gcosaint againn?
âBhuel, inniu, tĂĄ seans nĂos mĂł againn aire a thabhairt don tseirbhĂs slĂĄndĂĄla,â rinne Max magadh agus fuair sĂ© cic sna cosa lĂĄithreach Ăł Dimon mĂshuaimhneasta.
- Ă, is Ă© seo do scĂĄthĂĄn joke cumannach. Sa RĂșis ShĂłivĂ©adach tugann tĂș aire do do sheirbhĂs slĂĄndĂĄla.
- Rud Ă©igin mar sin.
- Agus tĂĄ bronntanas agam duit.
- Ă fionnuar!
âDamhnach,â a cheap Max. "Cad Ă© an nĂĄire, nĂl aon bronntanais agam."
ThĂłg Laura amach bosca beag plaisteach a bhĂ stĂlithe mar mhalachite Martian glas dorcha. Taobh istigh bhĂ deic tiubh cĂĄrtaĂ.
â DĂ©anann na cĂĄrtaĂ seo an todhchaĂ a thuar.
â CosĂșil le cĂĄrtaĂ tarot?
- Sea, is deic speisialta Ă© seo a ĂșsĂĄideann na devas - sagairt na dtĂșr, Ăł Bhloc an Oirthir.
Tharraing Max an cĂĄrta barr amach. LĂ©irigh sĂ© Martian bĂĄn tanaĂ i bhfĂĄsach creagach faoi spĂ©ir dhubh le snĂĄthaidĂ pollta na rĂ©altaĂ. Bhreathnaigh Max ar phatrĂșn na rĂ©altbhuĂonta agus ar feadh soicind bâfhacthas dĂł go raibh sĂ© ag fĂ©achaint isteach i bhfolĂșs gan teorainn na bhfĂor-spĂ©ir, agus crith na rĂ©altaĂ agus dâathraigh siad a suĂomh.
- Agus cad is brĂ leis an gcĂĄrta seo?
- De ghnĂĄth ciallaĂonn Martian crĂonnacht, srianadh, fuacht, agus mĂĄ thiteann an cĂĄrta bun os cionn, is fĂ©idir go gciallĂłdh sĂ© paisean millteach nĂł gealtachta meabhrach. TĂĄ go leor brĂonna ann, is ealaĂn chasta Ă© lĂ©irmhĂniĂș ceart.
âCĂ©n fĂĄth nach ndĂ©anfĂĄ iarratas de chineĂĄl Ă©igin a lĂ©irmhĂneoidh iad,â a mhol Boris, le mĂchreideamh soilĂ©ir ina ghlĂłr.
â An dĂłigh leat gur fĂ©idir leis an iarratas an todhchaĂ a thuar?
- Bhuel, b'fhearr liom an clĂĄr a chreidiĂșint nĂĄ giofĂłgach Ă©igin.
â NĂ chreideann tĂș i gcĂĄrtaĂ, ach an gcreideann tĂș gur fĂ©idir le sliseanna gach fadhb a rĂ©iteach? Uaireanta tuar Devas todhchaĂ na dTiarnaĂ an bhĂĄis. MĂĄ dhĂ©anann siad botĂșn fiĂș le focal amhĂĄin, nĂ shĂĄbhĂĄlfaidh aon fheidhmchlĂĄr iad.
- Um, an fĂ©idir leat mo fhortĂșn a insint? - D'iarr Max, ag iarraidh cur isteach ar an argĂłint.
âBâfhĂ©idir, mĂĄ tĂĄ an t-am agus an ĂĄit ceart.â Folaigh an deic agus nĂĄ tĂłg amach go deo Ă©. Is cĂĄrtaĂ speisialta iad seo, tĂĄ cumhacht iontach acu, fiĂș mura gcreideann cuid acu iad.
âAr bhain tĂș ĂșsĂĄid astu fĂ©in?
âTĂĄ gach rud a thuar siad dom ag teacht fĂor go dtĂ seo.â
Chuir Max an cĂĄrta leis an Martian ar ais ina ĂĄit agus dhĂșn sĂ© an bosca.
âNĂ bheadh ââuaim mo thodhchaĂ a fhĂĄil amach.â Lig sĂ© fanacht ina rĂșndiamhair dom.
- Sea, Max, bhĂ fear caol dearg le tentacles fĂorĂșil, is cosĂșil Ăł do roinn, a dĂșirt liom gurb Ă© an freagra ceart ar an tomhas faoi nĂĄdĂșr an duine nĂĄ nĂ©ar-theicneolaĂocht. An Ă© seo cineĂĄl Ă©igin dĂșr?
- Bhuel, Gordon, ar ndĂłigh, tĂĄ Guy leadrĂĄnach nuair a thagann sĂ© dĂł, ach tĂĄ neurotechnology an freagra ceart. TĂĄ sĂ© nĂos mĂł de joke ĂĄfach. NĂl aon fhreagra ceart.
- Cén fåth nach bhfuil sé ann? Tå freagra sa chluiche.
â NĂl aon fhreagra ceart sa chluiche.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth nach bhfuil? D'fhreagair an prĂomh-charachtar tomhais an chailleach i gceart, murach sin nĂ mhairfeadh sĂ©.
â D'fhĂ©adfadh an prĂomh-charachtar aon fhreagra a thabhairt mar go raibh grĂĄ ag an gcailleach air.
- Bhuel, ciallaĂonn sĂ© seo go bhfuil an freagra ceart grĂĄ.
Ag Ă©isteacht le lĂ©iriĂș den sĂłrt sin, nĂ raibh Boris in ann srian a chur ar a chuid casacht skeptical.
- Bhuel, rinne do chomhghleacaĂ leadrĂĄnach na fuaimeanna cĂ©anna. DĂ©anann gach cineĂĄl daoine cliste Ă© seo an t-am ar fad nuair a bhĂonn a fhios acu go bhfuil siad mĂcheart.
Chuir Boris frowned nĂos doimhne fĂłs mar fhreagra, ach is cosĂșil nach bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ© teacht suas le leanĂșint oiriĂșnach. Ar chĂșis Ă©igin, nĂor thaitin sĂ© fĂ©in agus Laura lena chĂ©ile lĂĄithreach, agus thuig Max go mbeadh sĂ© an-deacair an comhrĂĄ a iompĂș ina phlĂ© suaimhneach ar thraidisiĂșin amorous Martian. Stad sĂ© beagĂĄn, ag iarraidh a dhĂ©anamh amach conas tacsaĂ a thuilleadh, agus thĂĄinig ciĂșnas awkward lĂĄithreach ag an mbord.
ShĂĄbhĂĄil Ruslan, a stop in aice lĂĄimhe, an cĂĄs. Thug sĂ© faoi deara Max agus, le sracfhĂ©achaint mheasĂșnaithe ag rith thar deireadh Laura, thug sĂ© ordĂłg suas. NĂ raibh an t-am aige bogadh ar aghaidh go dtĂ gothaĂ mĂgheanasacha, mar thug Laura faoi deara an treo a bhĂ Max ag fĂ©achaint agus chas sĂ© timpeall, rud a chuir beagĂĄn cĂșthail ar Ruslan.
- Chomh maith leis sin do chara?
â Ruslan, Ăłn tseirbhĂs slĂĄndĂĄla.
- culaith bhrĂșidiĂșil.
âTĂĄ cĂłd gĂșna againn in SB,â dâfhreagair Ruslan, agus Ă© ag fĂĄil rĂ©idh arĂs.
- I ndĂĄirĂre? â Rinne Laura gĂĄire agus chulaith Dimon ĂĄ strĂłic aici le gluaiseacht bheag.
- Bhuel, nĂ do chĂĄch, ar ndĂłigh... Conas is maith leat saoire na Bliana Nua?
âGo hiontach, is breĂĄ liom cĂłisirĂ tĂ©amaĂ,â dâfhreagair Laura le ton a dâfhĂĄg nach raibh sĂ© indĂ©anta a rĂĄ cĂ© acu searbhas a bhĂ ann nĂł nach raibh. â A Ruslan, conas a dâfhreagrĂłfĂĄ an cheist: cad is fĂ©idir leis an dĂșlra daonna a athrĂș?
âShĂl mĂ© go raibh cosc ââar gach cineĂĄl tomhais ag an tseirbhĂs slĂĄndĂĄla cheana fĂ©in.â Tabharfaidh mĂ© aire dĂł go pearsanta amĂĄrach.
âNĂ maith le Ruslan siamsaĂocht nerdy,â a mhĂnigh Max, ar eagla na heagla.
âCĂ© chomh milis,â a gĂĄire Laura arĂs. - Mar sin fĂ©in?
- Is cinnte go n-athraĂonn an bĂĄs nĂĄdĂșr an duine.
- Uh, cé chomh drochbhéasach ...
- TĂĄ droch-stair ag an gceist seo go ginearĂĄlta. D'iarr taibhsĂ impiriĂșla air sular sĂ©ideadh an ceann as nĂ©ar-luibheolaĂ eile.
- DĂĄirĂre? - BhĂ ââiontas ar Max. - Is ceist Ă seo Ăł chluiche rĂomhaire ĂĄrsa.
- Bhuel, nĂl a fhios agam, b'fhĂ©idir Ăłn gcluiche. BhĂ an oiread sin spraoi ag na taibhsĂ.
- Agus cad Ă© an freagra ceart?
- Sea, nĂ raibh aon fhreagra ceart. NĂl ann ach siamsaĂocht ionas go mbeidh siad ag fulaingt go fĂłill sula bhfaighidh siad bĂĄs, ag racĂĄil a n-inchinn.
âTĂĄ sĂ© aisteach, nĂor ghlac an aip le mo chuid tomhais,â a rinne Laura gearĂĄn.
âFucking nerds, nĂ chailleann siad ach na tomhaiseanna a thaitnĂonn leo,â dâfhreagair Max soicind chun tosaigh ar Ruslan, a bhĂ ar tĂ a bhĂ©al a oscailt.
- Sin Ă©, Max, nĂĄ dĂ©an dearmad ormsa nuair a chruthaĂonn tĂș do bhogearraĂ agus d'fheidhmchlĂĄir.
- Sea, d'fhormheasfainn do chuid tomhais go léir. Cad a bhà ann?
â An raibh rogha ann tomhas a dhĂ©anamh ar an mĂ©id a bhĂ scrĂofa i mo dhialann?
â An bhfuil dialann agat?
â Ar ndĂłigh, tĂĄ dialann ag gach cailĂn.
- Is mĂł de riddle Ă© seo ... An ligfidh tĂș dom Ă© a lĂ©amh?
- NĂor cheart d'Ă©inne fĂ©achaint air.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth nach bhfuil?
- Bhuel, is dialann Ă© seo. Cad a scrĂobhann cailĂnĂ ina ndialanna de ghnĂĄth?
- Cad a cheapann siad faoi bhuachaillĂ. An ndearna tĂș buille faoi thuairim ceart?
- NĂl faoi mo chuid. Bhuel, nĂ go dĂreach ...
- Mar sin is féidir leat buille faoi thuairim, ach nà féidir leat léamh? Ansin, tå a fhios agat, beidh gach duine fantasize.
- Sea, an oiread agus is mian leat. An bhfuil tĂș ag fantasizing cheana fĂ©in?
- mĂ©? NĂ hea, nĂl mĂ© mar sin...â Mhothaigh Max Ă© fĂ©in ag blushing beagĂĄn.
- Just a kidding, tĂĄ brĂłn orainn. An fĂ©idir leat buille faoi thuairim a scrĂobh mĂ© fĂșt? Geallfaimid mian leat nach dtig leat buille faoi thuairim... Ceart go leor, tĂĄ mĂ© ag magadh arĂs.
âI ndĂĄirĂre, caithfimid imeacht,â a dĂșirt Boris go gruama agus Ă© ag tarraingt ar muinchille a chomrĂĄdaĂ. âBhĂ muid chun dul go dtĂ an eitleĂĄn Ăochtair.â
âBhĂ mĂ© ag dul sĂos staighre chun dul ag damhsa freisin.â An mbeidh tĂș in Ă©ineacht liom?
âLe plĂ©isiĂșr,â dâoibrigh Ruslan go deonach lĂĄithreach.
Ag an titim oighir, thosaigh Boris d'aon ghnĂł ag moilliĂș, ag iarraidh briseadh ar shiĂșl Ăłn gcuid eile den chuideachta. BhĂ an cloigeann goggle-eyed ag splancadh cheana fĂ©in ĂĄit Ă©igin chun tosaigh, i bhfolach i sruth abhann daonna gan deireadh ag sileadh isteach i doimhneacht an domhain thĂos.
âCad Ă© dĂĄ mbeadh sĂ© seo go lĂ©ir fĂor? - cheap Max. âTĂĄ sĂ© chomh furasta dearmad a dhĂ©anamh gur seachmaill Ă© an domhan thart orainn.â Cad a cheapfadh na taibhsĂ impiriĂșla ar fuath leo gach rud a bheadh ââag Martian? Agus muid ag imirt, nochtaimid go neamhdheonach fĂor-nĂĄdĂșr an domhain nĂ©ar-dhomhain. Glaoimid ar na deamhain dhigiteacha atĂĄ ag caitheamh ĂĄr n-intinn de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile. NĂ fĂ©idir le duine ar bith snĂĄmh in aghaidh srutha ar an abhainn seo.â
- An féidir liom é a chaitheamh i do mhåla droma? - D'iarr Max, ag casadh an bhosca ina låmha.
- Caith Ă©.
- A ligean ar dul nĂos tapĂșla. Seachas sin, beidh Laura a bheith ag rince ag roinnt Ruslan, tĂĄ aithne agam air.
- Come on, fuair tĂș an fraochĂn Martian.
- Wow, cad focail. Agus cé a drooled ar fud di go dtà an urlår?
"NĂor chuaidh mĂ© anuas uirthi, murab ionann agus tusa." BhĂ sĂ© tinn a bheith ag Ă©isteacht le do tweeting joyful.
âTĂĄ sĂ© tinn de... nĂ Ă©istfinn ansin.â DĂĄla an scĂ©il, tĂĄ mboilgeog i gcomaoin agat dom.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth Ă© seo?
- Chaill tĂș an argĂłint, dĂșirt Laura go ndĂ©anann an Martians cad ba mhaith leo agus conas is mian leo.
- Sea, ach sĂnĂonn siad conarthaĂ.
- Ach amhĂĄin le haghaidh leanaĂ a thĂłgĂĄil.
âMar sin bâfhĂ©idir go sĂnĂonn siad conradh le haghaidh fuck ĂłcĂĄideach sa bhrĂș... Ach ceart go leor,â chroith Boris a lĂĄmh. - NĂos mĂł mboilgeog, nĂos lĂș mboilgeog. Agus tĂĄ an soith seo ĂĄ ĂșsĂĄid agat. Thug sĂ roinnt cĂĄrtaĂ saor dom. An dĂłigh leat go gciallaĂonn sĂ© seo rud Ă©igin? Sin diabhal rud mar sin! TĂĄ iarracht ĂĄ dĂ©anamh aici an iall a ghiorrĂș...
- Boris, nĂĄ tiomĂĄin! TĂĄ sĂ© fĂ©in agus Arsen ag sileadh mo chluasa fĂșithi.
- AdmhaĂm, bhĂ mĂ© mĂcheart. NĂor cheart duit fanacht amach lĂ©i.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth? Aontaigh gur dĂłcha go bhfuil naisc ĂșsĂĄideacha aici agus is cuma cĂ©n chaoi a ndĂ©anann sĂ iad.
"TĂĄ, ar ndĂłigh, ach tĂĄ seans i bhfad nĂos fearr agat leis an aisteach Martian Arthur sin nĂĄ lĂ©i."
- Sea, nĂl aon dĂłchas brĂ©agach agam.
- NĂ fhĂ©achann rud Ă©igin mar an gcĂ©anna. A Lorochka, lig dom cabhrĂș leat, lig dom gach rud a cheadĂș duit ...
- Fuck tĂș!
"TĂĄ mĂ© ag dul go dtĂ an eitleĂĄn is Ăsle, chun breathnĂș isteach sa duibheagĂĄn ifreann." An bhfuil tĂș liom nĂł an ndĂ©anfaidh tĂș clibeĂĄil in Ă©ineacht le do Laura?
- Ba mhaith liom a dĂșirt tĂș... Ceart go leor, a ligean ar dul breathnĂș isteach sa duibheagĂĄn... Leanfaidh mĂ© Ă© nĂos dĂ©anaĂ.
Ar deireadh, d'iompaigh an sĂ©Ăș eitleĂĄn ina scoilt mhĂłr amhĂĄin, rud a chuaigh sĂos. NĂ raibh aon bhealach eile chun an domhain thĂos sa chuid seo de na dungeons. Ach nĂ raibh sa phlean seo ach sliocht rĂ©idh sa saol fĂor. Insamhladh iarratas na Bliana Nua fĂĄna codanna Ă©agsĂșla den tĂr-raon ag uillinneacha Ă©agsĂșla, agus iad a mhalartĂș go pĂĄirteach. Mar sin, bhĂ an barra is gaire ar an rianaitheoir le feiceĂĄil ĂĄit Ă©igin amach go dtĂ an taobh ag uillinn dĂsachtach. BhĂ na haistrithe idir earnĂĄlacha sĂĄch gĂ©ar agus bhĂ Ă©ifeacht mheabhlaireachta an ghaireas vestibular maith go leor. Rinne robots sfĂ©arĂșla speisialta an tĂr-raon briste pĂosa ar bhealach a rolladh sĂos go docht de rĂ©ir an domhantarraingthe beagnach dĂrithe, rud a chuir feabhas ar an Ă©ifeacht.
Mar sin fĂ©in, chuaigh siad trĂd an sĂ©Ăș eitleĂĄn rĂł-thapa chun a Ă©ifeachtaĂ a thuiscint. Agus go dtĂ an chĂ©ad phlean eile, chuaigh an locht isteach i bunker, a tĂłgadh fada Ăł shin ag FĂłrsaĂ AeraspĂĄis na RĂșise. ArdaitheoirĂ lasta ollmhĂłra le grĂĄtaĂ sleamhnĂĄin faoi stiĂșir ann. SamhlaĂodh san aip cĂĄbĂĄn a bhĂ gafa i lasracha ag titim Ăł spĂ©artha dubha isteach i lĂĄr fothracha apocalyptic. Agus as meicnĂochtaĂ a bhĂ tiĂșnta go speisialta, caoineadh uafĂĄsach agus torann meilt le geit brĂ©ige agus iad ag gluaiseacht. Rud a chuir, gan dabht, mothĂșchĂĄin shuimiĂșla le roinnt crĂ©atĂșir olc a bhĂ ina seasamh gan stad agus ag coinneĂĄil deochanna agus sneaiceanna gan staonadh. Tar Ă©is brĂșite, ach laistigh de na rĂ©amhchĂșraimĂ sĂĄbhĂĄilteachta, thit tionchar ar an talamh, toirneach agus anord pĂĄirtĂ techno-rave ar na haĂonna ar Ă©igean a d'Ă©irigh leo.
I ndĂĄirĂre, coinnĂodh an buncair i riocht maith go nĂĄdĂșrtha, ach rinne an plean aithris ar chathair ifrinn a bhĂ de shĂor ag lobhadh agus ag meath, agus mar sin bhĂ colĂșin plush, blĂșirĂ de bhallaĂ suite i ngach ĂĄit, agus bhĂ lĂ©asacha briste ar crochadh Ăłn tsĂleĂĄil. LĂonadh na bealaĂ le sciodar glas tiubh, ag sileadh isteach i scoilteanna agus poill bhearnacha. BhĂ sĂ© scanrĂșil cĂ©im ar an droichid a bhĂ trasna orthu.
Agus bhĂ orainn freisin a bhriseadh trĂd an slua de crĂ©atĂșir hellish lĂ©im go dtĂ an drĂĄmaĂocht frenzied agus saobhadh. LĂonadh sĂșile Max lĂĄithreach le solas Ăł na sciathĂĄin agus eireabaill, measctha isteach i gcnapĂĄn adharcach amhĂĄin i ngathanna aigĂ©adacha an tsolais agus an cheoil. Thosaigh a cheann ag dul in olcas fiĂș, amhail is dĂĄ mba rud Ă© go raibh sĂ© ag sĂșil le pĂłite ag teacht, agus d'imigh gach fonn fanacht anseo. DâĂ©iligh sĂ© i gcluas Boris go raibh sĂ© in am acu bogadh ar aghaidh. Chlaon Boris agus d'iarr sĂ© fanacht nĂłimĂ©ad agus Ă© ag tiomĂĄint go dtĂ an leithreas. NĂ raibh fĂĄgtha ag Max ach suĂ sĂos ag an mbarra agus amharc ar an bacchanalia. ThĂĄinig an barra Freddy Krueger anonn lĂĄithreach le moladh rud Ă©igin aigĂ©adach a chaitheamh isteach, ach chroith Max a cheann go brĂomhar.
BhĂ an prĂomh-urlĂĄr rince suite i halla mĂłr le roinnt tĂleanna bĂĄna creepy Ăł scannĂĄin uafĂĄis. I roinnt ĂĄiteanna bhĂ fiĂș crĂșcaĂ, slabhraĂ agus paraphernalia chĂ©asadh eile tiomĂĄinte isteach sna ballaĂ agus urlĂĄir. Ba lĂ©ir gur athdhĂ©anamh na slabhraĂ, ach bhĂ an chuma ar an gcuid eile den dearadh le saothar bunaidh genius innealtĂłireachta mĂleata. NĂ fhĂ©adfadh Max ach buille faoi thuairim a thabhairt faoina bhunchuspĂłir. Cuireadh bac mĂłr ar an tiĂșchan mar gheall ar roar demonic an DJ Ăłn tsraith uachtarach, ag glaoch chun rac-cheol ar an gcĂłisir agus go lĂ©ir. I lĂĄr an halla bhĂ cĂșpla fĂĄna fĂĄl nĂos mĂł as a dtiocfaidh sraitheanna nĂos Ăsle an buncair. PhlĂ©ascann scamaill de mhĂșch ânimhiĂșilâ as sin go trĂ©imhsiĂșil. De rĂ©ir dealraimh bhĂ gluaiseacht ann dĂłibh siĂșd a raibh easpa bruscair agus fuadar ag an mbarr.
Thug Max faoi deara Laura i lĂĄr an tslua alloping. Agus Ă ag damhsa ina haonar, bhĂ cĂșpla Beelzebuls sneaky ag druidim lena chĂ©ile go soilĂ©ir cheana fĂ©in. In ainneoin an mhĂchompord ar fad, is ar Ă©igean a dâfhĂ©adfadh Max an fonn chun gach duine timpeall uirthi a bhrĂș faoi chois. âIs dĂłcha go bhfuil an ceart ag Boris,â a cheap sĂ©. âTĂĄ sĂ© an-deacair cur ina gcoinne.â N'fheadar cad atĂĄ nĂos lĂĄidre: rĂ©altacht fhĂorĂșil nĂł charms Laura Mae. Is dĂłcha go roghnĂłdh Boryan Warcraft..."
- Max! Tå mé go hiomlån bodhar!
Chuaigh Ruslan os a chionn, agus Ă© ag bĂ©icĂl ina chluas.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș ag bĂ©icĂl, nĂ fĂ©idir liom aon rud a chloisteĂĄil.
- Cas sĂos an toirt ar an tslis agus cas ar an comhrĂĄ.
- Agus anois.
Rinne Max dearmad go hiomlĂĄn ar na feidhmeanna ĂșsĂĄideacha seo den nĂ©archip.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth nĂĄr choinnigh tĂș cuideachta do Laura? - d'iarr sĂ©, ag baint suilt as an tost a lean.
- NĂ raibh uaim ach dul i dtrioblĂłid leat. An bhfuil aon phlean agat don blonde sciathĂĄnach seo?
âNĂ hĂ© sin an fĂĄth gur thrasnaigh muid cosĂĄin ag an obair,â dâfhreagair Max le neamhshuim.
- Chun oibre? DĂĄirĂre?
- Bhuel, tĂĄ cailĂn ag fanacht liom i MoscĂł. Sin an fĂĄth nach bhfuil aon rud cearr le Laura...
- TĂĄ mĂ© cinnte go mbeidh cailĂn i MoscĂł buĂoch as do macĂĄntacht, a dhearthĂĄir.
- Ăist, cad chuige a bhfuil tĂș ag cur isteach orm?
âNĂor theastaigh uaim go dtiocfadh aon fhrithchuimilt eadrainn, a dhearthĂĄir.â Ăs rud Ă© go bhfuil cailĂn agat i MoscĂł, rachaidh mĂ© chun mo ĂĄdh a dhĂ©anamh le Laura anseo agus anois.
- Cad mar gheall ar an demoness sin Ăłn gcĂłisir cĂșr?
- CĂĄ hĂĄit ar lorg Ă anois? Ina theannta sin, nĂ mĂłr duit aontĂș: tĂĄ an soith seo i bhfad nĂos fearr ...
- Bhuel, luck maith. NĂĄ dĂ©an dearmad a insint dĂșinn conas a chuaigh sĂ©.
âSea, cinnte,â a dĂșirt Ruslan go grinn.
- Come on, fĂ©achfaidh mĂ© ar obair gairmĂ.
âNĂĄ brĂșigh mo lĂĄmh, braithim nach fĂ©idir leat Ă© a thĂłgĂĄil go lĂĄidir, nĂ mĂłr duit a bheith nĂos cĂșramachâŠâ
Ba chuma le Max, nĂł thĂĄinig an Ă©iginnteacht i radharc Ruslan. Is dĂłcha nach raibh an chuma air ach toisc nĂĄr chuir sĂ© a chuid ama amĂș ar chatter eile nĂł ar thĂłir misnigh, ach dâĂ©irigh leis lĂĄithreach bonn chun a chinniĂșint a chomhlĂonadh. Ghearr a sciathĂĄin dhubha agus a shĂșile buĂ ar lasadh trĂd an slua go neamhdhĂobhĂĄlach.
âDiabhal, cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil mĂ© ag taispeĂĄint as,â a cheap Max. "Ba cheart dom a rĂĄ go bhfuil muid ag ullmhĂș don bhainis." Diabhal, is Ă©ad Ă© seo..."
Chuir Boris a bhĂ ar ais isteach ar a chrĂĄ.
â An gcicfimid ĂĄr gcos? - d'iarr sĂ©, ag glaoch ar an tĂĄbhairne.
- DĂ©anaimis bang nĂos fearr ann.
- Ansin a ligean ar dul. Ba mhaith liom a raibh mé in ann teacht ar Dimon.
Fuair ââDimon Ă© fĂ©in ag an gcĂ©ad bharra eile. Mheascadh siad cocktail il-daite de shaghas Ă©igin dĂł i gloine ard triantĂĄnach.
- TĂĄimid sĂos go dtĂ an bun. An bhfuil tĂș linn? â a dâfhiafraigh Boris.
- Rachaidh mĂ© suas beagĂĄn nĂos dĂ©anaĂ.
- Hey, cén sórt swill mnå é seo?
- Bhuel, nĂ mise Ă©.
- Agus cé leis?! - Boris coirt air.
âLaura,â a dâfhreagair Dimon, ag cur leisce beag.
- Laura?! Nach cuma, tĂĄ sĂ© ag rith cheana fĂ©in chun mhanglaim a fhĂĄil di! Bheadh ââââsĂ© nĂos fearr mĂĄ thrĂ©ig muid tĂș ar an eitleĂĄn fiery.
Chroith Boris a cheann go dĂmheasĂșil.
âDĂșirt sĂ go raibh mĂ© chomh plush sin go bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ mo chulaith mar sin.â
- Ugh! Sin Ă©, tĂĄ sĂ© crĂochnaithe. A ligean ar dul, Max.
- Gabhfaidh mé suas.
- Ar ndĂłigh, mĂĄ ligeann an mĂĄistreĂĄs nua leat dul. CĂ©n nĂĄire!
- Ceart go leor, ceart go leor, tiocfaidh mé go tapa ...
Agus d'éirigh Dimon siar go pras le manglam sula raibh am ag Boris pléascadh isteach i tirade cåinteach nua.
âFeiceann tĂș cad a dhĂ©anann an soith seo do na fir.â
âSea, is Ă© Dimon fĂ©in an locht,â a dĂșirt Max. âNĂor cheart go mbeadh sĂ© rĂĄite agat go rithfeadh Laura ina dhiaidh.â Mar a dĂșirt an Martian sin, tĂĄ focail ann a labhraĂtear de sheans a fhĂ©adann ceangal nĂos iontaofa nĂĄ slabhraĂ ar bith.
- Tå sé sin cinnte, rinne år Dimon rómheastachån ar a neart. A ligean ar dul.
BhĂ gach duine ag sĂșil go nĂĄdĂșrtha le rud Ă©igin dochreidte Ăł phlean is dĂ©anaĂ Baator. Mar sin, bhraith an chuid is mĂł de na haĂonna, a raibh turas deacair dĂ©anta acu trĂ na toisĂ ifreannacha, lĂĄn de chontĂșirtĂ agus iontas, nuair a shroich siad citadel ifreann, beagĂĄn dĂomĂĄ. NĂł fiĂș tuirse, ag smaoineamh ar cĂ© mhĂ©ad barraĂ agus barraĂ hookah a bhĂ orainn pas a fhĂĄil feadh na slĂ. NĂ hea, nĂ raibh sa phictiĂșr de dhĂșnfort ollmhĂłr ag bun scoilte dhĂł cĂșpla cilimĂ©adar ar doimhne ach an mĂ©id a bhĂ ag teastĂĄil. Ach tar Ă©is mĂorĂșiltĂ roimhe seo, nĂ raibh aon spĂ©is aici a thuilleadh agus nĂor lĂ©irigh sĂ aon fhĂor-iontas roimh na heilimintĂ craiceĂĄilte. NĂł bâfhĂ©idir go raibh Max dĂreach tuirseach de gach rud. Chas sĂ© an feidhmchlĂĄr le go stopfadh an pictiĂșr de bheith ag moilliĂș ar a sheanslis. I ndĂĄirĂre, ba Ă© halla deireanach an chlub uaimh mhĂłr i bhfoirm imchuach leathchiorclach, cosĂșil le sorcas carraige. BhĂ an bealach isteach dĂł suite beagnach faoin uasteorainn. Tar Ă©is Ăslitheach ardaitheoir nĂł ar feadh staighre fiery endless, mar a thaitin leat, fuair aĂonna iad fĂ©in ar ardĂĄn cothrom cothrom ag bun na carraigeacha mĂĄguaird. BhĂ cĂłisir oifigiĂșil de shaghas Ă©igin ag bailiĂș timpeall an stĂĄitse san ionad le duaiseanna luachmhara ĂĄ mbronnadh ar Ă©inne agus luach saothair eile dĂłibh siĂșd nach raibh pĂĄirteach ann. Agus bhĂ barraĂ agus sofas compordach i bhfolach faoi scĂĄth aillte beagnach ingearach ar na taobhanna. NĂor cuireadh aon imnĂ ar Boris agus ghoid sĂ© buidĂ©al coinneac lĂĄithreach Ăłn mbarra is gaire.
âRachaimid nĂos faide, tĂĄ radharc iontach ann,â a mhol sĂ©.
ChrĂochnaigh club mĂłr le rĂĄ Yama le BALCĂIN leathan, taobh thiar de a ndeachaigh gleann creagach go tobann ĂĄit Ă©igin isteach i doimhneacht anaithnid an phlĂĄinĂ©id. FĂor, nĂ raibh an fhĂĄna chomh gĂ©ar sin nach mbeadh baol ag aon duine de na cuairteoirĂ Ă©irimiĂșla dreapadh thar an uchtbhalla Ăseal agus fiĂș go raibh deis acu cuid dĂĄ gĂ©aga a choinneĂĄil slĂĄn tar Ă©is siĂșlĂłide trĂd an tĂrdhreach fiĂĄin Martian. RĂ©ir dealraimh, don ĂłcĂĄid ââââseo, bhĂ mogaill ard miotail sĂnte thar an uchtbhalla.
Tharraing siad cĂșpla cathaoir go dĂreach chuig an lĂontĂĄn agus d'ullmhaigh siad chun Ăłl go meabhrach agus machnamh a dhĂ©anamh ar rolladh suas suntasach an fhĂĄna sĂos an cnoc. BhĂ cuma scanrĂșil ar na carraigeacha garbha dubha agus dearga i bhfianaise roinnt spotsoilse cumhachtacha a cuireadh in aice leis an mbalcĂłin. NĂor shroich fiĂș a gcuid gathanna deireadh an fhĂĄna, agus nĂ fhĂ©adfadh duine ach buille faoi thuairim a dhĂ©anamh ar an mĂ©id a bhĂ i bhfolach sna scĂĄthanna aisteacha ansin sa doimhneacht. Ghlac Max sip coinneac agus cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad ina dhiaidh sin bhĂ torann taitneamhach ina cheann arĂs. NĂ raibh aon duine eile ar an mbalcĂłin, an slua ag ceiliĂșradh, a bhuĂochas le roinnt fuaimĂocht aisteach an mĂĄla cloiche, nĂ raibh beagnach bainte amach anseo, agus nĂ raibh ach groans faint agus scoilteadh na mbollĂĄin sa pholl bĂ©im ar a n-uaigneas. Ar feadh i bhfad shuigh siad dĂreach, silt coinneac agus stĂĄn isteach sa dorchadas. Sa deireadh, nĂ raibh Boris in ann Ă© a sheasamh agus bhris sĂ© an ciĂșnas.
- NĂl a fhios ag aon duine a doimhneacht fĂor. B'fhĂ©idir gurb Ă© seo an cosĂĄn dĂreach go dtĂ ifreann Martian. NĂor fhill na daoine mire sin a raibh fonn orthu dul sĂos ann.
- Go dĂĄirĂre, cĂ©n fĂĄth?
âDeir siad go bhfuil labyrinth iomlĂĄn de thollĂĄin agus phluais sĂos ann.â TĂĄ sĂ© an-Ă©asca dul amĂș, chomh maith le hastuithe tobanna deannaigh radaighnĂomhacha a mharaĂonn gach rud beo. Ach is Ă© an rud is measa nĂĄ uaireanta fiĂș iad siĂșd a thagann chun breathnĂș ar an teip ar ais. BhĂ cĂșpla cĂĄs den sĂłrt sin ann, cuireadh i leith iad gur thit na cuairteoirĂ isteach sa duibheagĂĄn agus iad ar meisce.
âNĂl sĂ© chomh mĂłr sin de abyss,â shrugged Max. - NĂos mĂł cosĂșil le fĂĄna gĂ©ar.
- Go deimhin, ach d'imigh daoine agus nĂor aimsĂodh fiĂș aon chomhlachtaĂ thĂos. ThĂĄinig rud Ă©igin Ăł dhoimhneacht na Martian agus thĂłg sĂ© leis iad. Tar Ă©is seo, bhĂ an BALCĂIN timpeallaithe le lĂontĂĄn.
- Nach bhfuil glas ann?
âBa ghnĂĄch comhshaol a bheith ann, ach anois tĂĄ carraig shaorga ag titim. Ach nĂ chuireann aon rud cosc ââââar an Martian rud Ă©igin as tollĂĄn beag seachbhĂłthar a thochailt.
â Caithfidh an stĂĄisiĂșn aimsire monatĂłireacht a dhĂ©anamh ar sceitheadh ââaeir.
- CaithfidhâŠ
"TĂĄ mĂ© ag mothĂș go bhfuil scĂ©al ar eolas agat faoi gach clĂłs Martian."
Bhreathnaigh Max isteach i ndorchadas mesmerizing an poll, åit nach bhféadfadh solas na spotsoilse a bhaint amach, agus go tobann chuaigh a chroà go tóin poill, amhail is då mbeadh sé féin tar éis titim isteach i duibheagån ciliméadar ar fad. D'fhéadfadh sé a bheith faoi mhionn go bhfaca sé gluaiseacht éigin ann.
- Diabhal, a Boryan, tĂĄ rud Ă©igin ann. TĂĄ rud Ă©igin ag bogadh.
- Come on, Max, ar mhaith leat a prank dom? FĂ©ach, beidh mĂ© fiĂș greamaithe mo lĂĄmh trĂd an poll sa lĂon. Ă Martian rud Ă©igin, tĂĄ sĂ© in am a ithe!
Lean Boris gan eagla ar aghaidh ag spochadh scĂĄth na teipe.
- Stop le do thoil, nĂl mĂ© ag magadh ort.
Le hiarracht uafĂĄsach toil, chuir Max iallach air fĂ©in breathnĂș suas sa dorchadas. Ar feadh cĂșpla soicind nĂor tharla rud ar bith, nĂor thĂĄinig ach screams meisce Boris chun solais trĂd an phluais. Agus ansin chonaic Max arĂs conas a shreabhadh scĂĄthchruth doilĂ©ir sa doimhneacht Ăł ĂĄit amhĂĄin go hĂĄit eile. Gan focal a rĂĄ, rug sĂ© ar lĂĄimh Boris agus tharraing sĂ© amach as an lĂon Ă© lena neart.
- Max, stop Ă©, nĂl sĂ© greannmhar.
- Ar ndĂłigh nĂl sĂ© greannmhar! TĂĄ rud Ă©igin ann, tĂĄ mĂ© ag rĂĄ leat.
- Ă, diabhal Ă©, ceart go leor Stanislavsky, creidim Ă©. Caithfidh go bhfuil drone de shaghas Ă©igin ag eitilt...
- Rachaimid ar ais.
- Bhuel, nĂor chrĂochnaigh muid ĂĄr ndeoch... Maith.
Cheadaigh an t-uafĂĄsach Boris Ă© fĂ©in a thĂłgĂĄil uaidh. BailĂodh nĂos mĂł agus nĂos mĂł daoine de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile i lĂĄr an tsorcais chloiche. Gan feidhmchlĂĄr oibre, sheas aghaidheanna pale na Martians fĂor ag marcaĂocht ar a gcuid Segways is fearr leat agus cathaoireacha robotic amach. De rĂ©ir dealraimh bhĂ buaic na hĂłcĂĄide ag druidim le bronnadh roinnt fostaithe na bliana. A mhalairt ar fad, bhĂ plean na cathrach scriosta suntasach folamh. NĂ raibh an plĂłdĂș techno-rave chomh bodhar sin a thuilleadh, agus nĂ raibh scamaill gaile âtocsaineachâ ag Ă©alĂș Ăł na hĂoslaigh a thuilleadh. Lean Boris i gceannas go leanĂșnach i dtreo an tolg is gaire. Thit sĂ© mar bhĂĄbĂłg agus a chuid teaghrĂĄin gearrtha agus dĂșirt sĂ© le guth slurred:
- Anois dĂ©anaimis sos beag agus bĂmis ag siĂșl thart arĂs... Anois...
Boris yawned os ard agus rinne Ă© fĂ©in nĂos compordaĂ.
âAr ndĂłigh, tĂłg sos,â dâaontaigh Max. âRachaidh mĂ© ar lorg Laura, nĂł is rud Ă©igin mĂbhĂ©asach a dâfhĂĄg muid.â
- Téigh, téigh...
Ar dtĂșs, d'aimsigh Max Ruslan gruama taobh thiar den bharra. BhĂ cuma air mar Ă©an creiche ollmhĂłr, ruffled agus Ă© suite ar phĂ©irse. Chuir Ruslan fĂĄilte roimh Max le gloine folamh. Gan focail ba lĂ©ir gur thĂĄinig deireadh leis an bhfiach nĂĄr Ă©irigh leo. BhĂ mothĂș beag glĂłrach ag Max agus tharraing sĂ© Ă© fĂ©in le chĂ©ile cĂșpla soicind ina dhiaidh sin, ag cuimhneamh nach raibh sĂ© fiĂșntach ĂĄthas a fhĂĄil ar radharc comrĂĄdaĂ a rinne botĂșn. Ag cuardach do Laura, thĂĄinig sĂ© trasna ar Arthur Smith. Chuir sĂ© iontas air, bhĂ gloine ina lĂĄmha aige freisin.
âSĂș orĂĄiste,â a mhĂnigh Art do Max agus Ă© ag druidim.
â An bhfuil spraoi agat? An maith leat na cineĂĄlacha dioscĂłnna seo?
- Is fuath liom i gcĂłnaĂ iad. Chun a bheith macĂĄnta, bhĂ mĂ© ag dul sĂos a spit isteach sa duibheagĂĄn Martian agus stop a stĂĄnadh ar Laura Mae.
Chlaon Art Laura, ag seasamh in aice leis an shliocht isteach sna Ăoslaigh agus ag caint go brĂomhar le roinnt ceannairĂ tĂĄbhachtacha Martian. Agus gan aip na Bliana Nua agus sciathĂĄin Ăłrga, d'fhĂ©ach sĂ dĂreach chomh tarraingteach. ShĂl Max go mbâfhĂ©idir go bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ© a thuilleadh a fhĂĄil amach faoi eachtraĂ nĂĄr Ă©irigh le Arthur i rĂ©imse an ghrĂĄ.
â An ndearna tĂș iarracht dul i dteagmhĂĄil lĂ©i? - d'fhiosraigh sĂ© sa ton is ĂłcĂĄideach.
- Sea, ar bhealach Ă©igin nĂor theastaigh uaim seasamh i lĂne.
- AontaĂm, tĂĄ nĂos mĂł nĂĄ go leor lucht leanĂșna aici.
- Is Ă© seo a superpower, chun amadĂĄn gach cineĂĄl nerds.
- SĂĄrchumhacht ĂșsĂĄideach, ag cur san ĂĄireamh go rialaĂonn nerds Telecom...
- TĂĄ superpower ag gach duine. TĂĄ cuid acu ĂșsĂĄideach, tĂĄ cuid acu gan ĂșsĂĄid, nĂl a fhios ag an gcuid is mĂł faoi ar chor ar bith.
âIs dĂłcha,â dâaontaigh Max, ag cuimhneamh ar Boris lena chuid finscĂ©alta gan deireadh. - Ba mhaith liom go raibh mĂ© in ann teacht ar mo chuid fĂ©in.
-CĂ©n sĂĄrchumhacht ba mhaith leat?
ShĂl Max ar feadh nĂłimĂ©ad, ag cuimhneamh ar a chuairt nĂĄr Ă©irigh leis ar Dreamland.
â Is ceist dheacair Ă, is dĂłcha gur mhaith liom meon idĂ©alach a bheith agam.
âRogha aisteach,â a dĂșirt Art. â Cad Ă© do smaoineamh ar an intinn idĂ©alach?
â Aigne nach gcuireann gach cineĂĄl mothĂșchĂĄin agus mianta aird uirthi, ach nach ndĂ©anann ach a bhfuil de dhĂth uirthi. CosĂșil leis na Martians.
- Ar mhaith leat a bheith i do Mhartach ionas nach mbeidh mothĂșchĂĄin agus mianta agat? De ghnĂĄth is mian le gach duine a bheith ina Martian chun airgead agus cumhacht a fhĂĄil agus a mianta a shĂĄsamh.
- Is Ă© seo an cosĂĄn mĂcheart.
- TĂĄ gach cosĂĄin brĂ©agach. An gceapann tĂș gur eiseamlĂĄir Ă© do bhainisteoir Albert? Sea, tĂĄ sĂ© macĂĄnta ar a laghad, dĂ©anann sĂ© iarracht gach mothĂșchĂĄn a mhĂșchadh. GnĂomhaĂonn an chuid is mĂł de na Martians nĂos simplĂ, gan ach na cinn diĂșltacha a mhĂșchadh.
- Bhuel, ar a laghad ar an mbealach seo. Tar Ă©is an tsaoil, dĂ©arfaidh aon sĂocanailĂsĂ go gcaithfimid an diĂșltachas a chomhrac.
âIs Ă© seo an cosĂĄn chun an druga idĂ©alach a chruthĂș.â NĂl aon chiall leis na paisin sin is fĂ©idir a mhĂșchadh. DĂ©anann paisean tĂș titim agus ardĂș suas ach amhĂĄin nuair nach bhfuil sĂ© sĂĄsta. Is cinnte nach mbeadh aon luach ag baint le Ă a shĂĄsamh i sĂșile intinne nĂos airde.
â An gceapann tĂș go bhfuil luach Ă©igin ag mothĂșchĂĄin dhaonna? NĂ dhĂ©anann siad ach an t-intleacht a chosc Ăł oibriĂș.
â Ina ionad sin, laghdĂłidh intleacht gan mothĂșchĂĄin mar nĂ gĂĄ. CĂ©n fĂĄth ar chĂłir brĂș a chur ar an intleacht mura bhfuil aon mhothĂșchĂĄin ĂĄ spreagadh?
- An bhfuil mo Boss Albert ansin i bhfad Ăł genius?
- Inseoidh mĂ© rud uafĂĄsach duit, nĂl an chuid is mĂł de na Martians beagnach chomh iontach agus is cosĂșil. TĂĄimid tar Ă©is suĂ ag barr na pirimide agus is leor an fhaisnĂ©is atĂĄ againn faoi lĂĄthair chun ĂĄr n-ĂĄit a choinneĂĄil. Ach seachas dul chun cinn i mbiththeicneolaĂochtaĂ agus nĂ©artheicneolaĂochtaĂ, tĂĄ sĂ© deacair anois blaiseadh de rud ar bith. NĂor eitil muid go dtĂ na rĂ©altaĂ riamh. Ina theannta sin, nĂ fĂ©idir a rĂĄ go bhfuil fiĂș Martians cosĂșil le Albert saor go hiomlĂĄn Ăł mhothĂșchĂĄin.
- Ach is fĂ©idir leis iad a mhĂșchadh.
- Is fĂ©idir leis an tiĂșchan dopamine san fhuil a rialĂĄil. Ach nĂ hĂ© sin go lĂ©ir. NĂ cheadĂłidh bosses na gcorparĂĄidĂ is mĂł riamh teacht chun cinn roinnt iomaitheoirĂ domhanda, mar stĂĄt cumhachtach ar an Domhan, mar shampla. Agus tĂĄ siad ĂĄ dtiomĂĄint ag eagla iomlĂĄn rĂ©asĂșnach maidir lena seasamh agus as a saol fisiceach. TĂĄ eagla ar fiĂș an cyborg is ardteicneolaĂochta bĂĄs a fhĂĄil nĂł a saoirse a chailliĂșint. NĂ cosĂșil le gnĂĄthdhaoine, go dtĂ an pointe allais greamaitheach agus glĂșine crith, ach nach bhfuil an eagla loighciĂșil imithe. NĂl ach an intleacht, atĂĄ bunaithe go hiomlĂĄn ar bhonn rĂomhaire, fĂor gan mothĂșchĂĄin.
- An bhfuil faisnéis den sórt sin indéanta?
- NĂ dĂłigh liom. CĂ© go gcruthĂłidh mĂłrĂĄn gnĂłlachtaĂ tosaithe agus na mĂlte dĂĄ bhfostaithe a mhalairt duit: go bhfuil sĂ© anseo cheana fĂ©in, nĂl le dĂ©anamh acu ach an chĂ©im dheireanach a ghlacadh. Ach theip fiĂș Neurotech lena gcuid turgnaimh chandamach.
â An ndearna Neurotech iarracht AI a chruthĂș bunaithe ar shĂĄrrĂomhaire chandamach?
- B'fhĂ©idir. Is cinnte go ndearna siad iarracht pearsantacht duine a aistriĂș go maitrĂs chandamach, ach is cosĂșil gur theip orthu sa mhĂ©id sin freisin.
- Agus cén fåth?
"NĂor thug siad tuairisc dom." Ach, ag breithniĂș cĂ© chomh scaoll a cuireadh srian ar gach rud, bhĂ an toradh an-tubaisteach. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, ba Ă© an scĂ©al seo a thug deis do Telecom cuid den mhargadh a ghlacadh Ăł Neurotek agus a bheith beagnach mar an trĂĂș cuideachta ar Mars. D'fhulaing Neurotek an iomarca caillteanais Ăłna fhiontar.
âBâfhĂ©idir gur chruthaigh siad AI a rinne iarracht iad a scriosadh.â An Ă© sin an fĂĄth gur scrios siad gach rud a bhain leis an tionscadal go fiabhrasach?
- NĂ dĂłcha go bhfuil ceannairĂ Neurotek chomh gearr-radharcach go gcruthĂłidh siad Skynet. Ach cĂ© a fhios. TĂĄ sĂ© rĂĄite agam cheana fĂ©in nach gcreidim i bhfĂor-AI âlĂĄidirâ. Ar dtĂșs, nĂ thuigimid fiĂș i ndĂĄirĂre cad is faisnĂ©is dhaonna ann. Is fĂ©idir leat, ar ndĂłigh, cosĂĄn na cĂłipeĂĄla a ghlacadh: cruthaigh lĂonra nĂ©arĂșil sĂĄr-chasta agus cuir isteach ann na feidhmeanna go lĂ©ir i ndiaidh a chĂ©ile ar saintrĂ©ith de chuid an duine iad.
- Cad Ă© mar sin, nach mbeidh lĂonra nĂ©arĂșil den sĂłrt sin, go hĂĄirithe ar mhaitrĂs chandamach dĂłchĂșlachta, in ann fĂ©infheasacht a fhĂĄil?
- NĂ dĂ©arfaidh mĂ© aon rud faoin maitrĂs chandamach, ach ar rĂomhairĂ traidisiĂșnta tosĂłidh sĂ© ag glitching agus ag ithe go leor acmhainnĂ. Go ginearĂĄlta, tĂĄ gach tosaithe i rĂ©imse an AI tar Ă©is a thuiscint le fada nach n-Ă©ireoidh an clĂĄr fĂ©in-eolas go deo. Anois tĂĄ siad ag iarraidh a leanĂșint cosĂĄn screwing in orgĂĄin chiall Ă©agsĂșla. Ar leibhĂ©al iomasach, tĂĄim cinnte freisin gur feinimĂ©an idirghnĂomhaithe leis an bhfĂorshaol Ă an fhaisnĂ©is. Agus is dĂłigh liom nach gcabhrĂłidh fiĂș aon insamhlĂłirĂ de na cĂ©adfaĂ. Uirlis chomh tĂĄbhachtach cĂ©anna iad mothĂșchĂĄin chun idirghnĂomhĂș leis an domhan lasmuigh, b'fhĂ©idir fiĂș ceann cinntitheach. Agus tĂĄ sĂ© an-deacair a gcuid mothĂșchĂĄn a mhĂșnlĂș, in ainneoin a gcuid âstriapachtaâ traidisiĂșnta.
- MĂĄ bhaintear mothĂșchĂĄin Ăł dhuine, an gcaillfidh sĂ© a rĂ©asĂșntacht?
- Bhuel, is lĂ©ir nach dtarlĂłidh sĂ© seo lĂĄithreach. Ar feadh tamaill, beidh an intleacht ag obair gan amhras tĂĄimhe. Agus mar sin, sa teorainn, is dĂłigh liom go bhfuil, beidh an intleacht, go hiomlĂĄn gan mothĂșchĂĄin, stop a chur go simplĂ. CĂ©n fĂĄth ar chĂłir dĂł aon bheart a dhĂ©anamh? NĂl aon fhiosracht aige, nĂl eagla ar bith air bĂĄs a fhĂĄil, nĂl fonn ar bith a bheith saibhir nĂł duine a rialĂș. Beidh sĂ© ina chlĂĄr nach fĂ©idir a rith ach amhĂĄin trĂ orduithe a fhĂĄil Ăł dhuine eile.
- Mar sin, tĂĄ na Martians ag dĂ©anamh gach rud mĂcheart?
- B'fhĂ©idir. Ach tĂĄ sochaĂ na Martian struchtĂșrtha ar an mbealach seo agus tĂĄ sĂ© chomh hĂ©adulaingthe cĂ©anna ar gach duine a dhĂ©anann iarracht a bheith difriĂșil Ăł gach duine eile, cosĂșil le haon trĂ©ad daonna neamhaibĂ a bhfuil nĂos mĂł nĂĄ dosaen acu. Rud a dheimhnĂonn ach mo chreidimh. Maidir liom fĂ©in, rinne mĂ© cinneadh fada Ăł shin go bhfuil a mhĂșchadh mothĂșchĂĄin ar an leibhĂ©al fisiciĂșil an cosĂĄn mĂcheart. Ag an am, bhĂ an chuma ar an gcinneadh seo nĂos mĂł cosĂșil le agĂłid dĂ©agĂłirĂ agus chosain sĂ© go mĂłr dom ina dhiaidh sin. Ach anois nĂ fĂ©idir liom Ă© a dhiĂșltĂș a thuilleadh.
âIs dĂłcha go n-aontĂłdh Laura May leat,â chinn Max imirt in Ă©ineacht. â ThaispeĂĄin sĂ© dom nach dtaitnĂonn sĂ leo siĂșd a dhiĂșltaĂonn fĂor-mhothĂșchĂĄin agus a dhĂ©anann conarthaĂ do chĂĄch.
- CĂ©n chiall?
- Bhuel, mar sin, nĂ phĂłsann Martians, ach dĂ©anann siad comhaontĂș chun leanaĂ a thĂłgĂĄil le chĂ©ile ...
- Agus tĂĄ tĂș ag caint faoi seo. Ă thaobh an dlĂ de, tĂĄ pĂłsadh an conradh cĂ©anna, ach speisialta, dĂ©arfadh roinnt fiĂș enslaving. Agus is fĂ©idir le Martian aon chomhaontĂș a thabhairt i gcrĂch, lena n-ĂĄirĂtear an ceann seo. Meastar go bhfuil sĂ© dĂșr agus idirdhealaitheach don dĂĄ chomhphĂĄirtĂ. Macalla de na hamanna barbaracha sin nuair nach bhfĂ©adfadh bean a bheith ina ball iomlĂĄn den tsochaĂ ach amhĂĄin dĂĄ mba le fir ĂĄirithe Ă.
â De rĂ©ir dealraimh nĂ feimineach Ă Laura.
âCosĂșil le formhĂłr na mban domhanda, is feimineach nĂł nĂ feimineach Ă, chomh fada agus a thĂ©ann sĂ© chun tairbhe di,â a dĂșirt Art. - Mar sin fĂ©in, cosĂșil le haon duine eile a dhĂ©anann an rud atĂĄ tairbheach dĂł.
- An ndĂ©anfadh tĂș comhaontĂș sclĂĄbhaithe le Laura May?
âDĂĄ mbeadh ĂĄr mothĂșchĂĄin frithphĂĄirteach, bheadh ââââsĂ© indĂ©anta.â Ach nĂ dĂłcha go dtarlĂłidh sĂ© seo.
Tar Ă©is ciĂșnas gairid agus beagnach leath den chĂ©ad sĂș orĂĄiste eile ĂĄ sĂ©ideadh amach, lean Art ar aghaidh:
"Rinne mĂ© iarracht cheana fĂ©in, ach is cosĂșil go rĂł-clumsily." An bhfĂ©adfĂĄ rĂ©iteach a fhĂĄil ar conas a fuair Laura May a post ag Telecom?
Rinne Max iarracht an ghloine fholamh a sniff go discrĂ©ideach, ach nĂor bholadh aon rud alcĂłlach. NĂ fhĂ©adfadh duine ach buille faoi thuairim a thabhairt cĂ©n fĂĄth a raibh Art chomh hoscailte. ShĂl Max dĂĄ mba leath-Mhartach uaigneach Ă© nach bhfĂ©adfadh baint dĂĄirĂre a bheith aige leis na Martians nĂł i measc daoine, gur cheart go mbeadh gach cineĂĄl âceiliĂșradh saoilâ ina chĂșis le hionsaithe den lionn dubh is dorcha.
â Ar fhostaigh tĂș Ă?
- buille faoi thuairim mĂ© Ă©. Fuair ââsĂ post ag Telecom le haghaidh pĂłg amhĂĄin le bainisteoir ĂĄirithe Ăłn tseirbhĂs pearsanra. Is Ă© seo an cĂĄs go beacht nuair nach raibh mothĂșchĂĄin ar chumas na hintleachta an straitĂ©is cheart fhadtĂ©armach a fhorbairt.
âAn Ă© seo i ndĂĄirĂre foinse an scĂ©il faoi chiapadh san ionad oibre? â ShĂl Max le meas. âBheadh ââsĂ© suimiĂșil an slabhra iomlĂĄn leaganacha a rianĂș an bealach ar fad ar ais go Boryan.â
- Agus cad eile?
- NĂ raibh an spĂ©ir titim, nĂ raibh na plĂĄinĂ©id stopadh. D'iompaigh sĂ© amach gur scĂ©alta fairy a bhĂ sna scĂ©alta faoin bpĂłg. I mbeagĂĄn focal, nĂor chuaigh rudaĂ a thuilleadh, mar is fĂ©idir leat a fheiceĂĄil. Ach fuair roinnt daoine post agus rinne siad slĂ bheatha mhaith.
Thit Art ina thost, ag stĂĄnadh go brĂłnach isteach ina ghloine. Agus thĂĄinig Max suas le smaoineamh âiontachâ ar conas cabhrĂș leis an Martian aisteach caidreamh a bhunĂș leis an Laura ĂĄlainn, a bhuĂochas sĂoraĂ a thuilleamh agus roicĂ©ad suas an drĂ©imire gairme, a bhfuil chomh-chomhghuaillĂocht luachmhar i naofa naofa, sa croĂ na seirbhĂse pearsanra. Ina dhiaidh sin, chuir Max mallacht ar feadh i bhfad gach gloine a dâĂłl sĂ© ag an bpĂĄirtĂ corparĂĄideach, toisc nach bhfĂ©adfadh ach an iomarca alcĂłil a bheith mar chĂșis leis go raibh sĂ© in ann nĂ hamhĂĄin plean âgreannmharâ den sĂłrt sin a bhreith, ach freisin Ă© a thabhairt. go dtĂ deireadh ârathĂșilâ.
- Bhuel, Ăłs rud Ă© nach raibh torthaĂ ag baint le tactics tosaigh, nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn triail a bhaint as ainliĂș timpeallĂĄn.
- Agus cĂ©n cineĂĄl ainliĂș? - D'fhiosraigh Art le beagĂĄn suime.
âBhuel, tĂĄ go leor bealaĂ cinnte ann chun aird na mban a fhĂĄil,â thosaigh Max le haer saineolaĂ. â NĂ bhreithneoidh muid blĂĄthanna agus bronntanais cheardaĂochta. Ach mĂĄ sciathann tĂș bean go misniĂșil Ăł chontĂșirt marfach, oibrĂonn sĂ© beagnach gan smĂĄl.
â ContĂșirt mharfach ag imeacht corparĂĄideach Telecom? TĂĄ eagla orm go bhfuil an dĂłchĂșlacht go gcuirfĂ faoi rĂ©ir Ă© i bhfad nĂos Ăsle nĂĄ an leibhĂ©al earrĂĄide staidrimh.
- Bhuel, chrom mĂ© beagĂĄn ar an gceann marfach. Ach tĂĄimid sĂĄch ĂĄbalta baol beag a chruthĂș.
â Cruthaigh tĂș fĂ©in Ă©? Petty, ach abair linn...
- Cuir i gcĂĄs go gcaithfidh Laura dul go dtĂ seomra Ă©igin scanrĂșil, mar shampla, chuig Ăoslach an bhuncair iontach seo. Agus beidh roinnt fostaĂ Telecom ar meisce tĂșs a pestering di. DĂ©anta go leor chun eagla a chur uirthi agus ansin, de sheans, rachaidh tĂș thar brĂĄid, dĂ©anfaidh tĂș idirghabhĂĄil, bagairt dĂfhostĂș agus tĂĄ sĂ© sa mhĂĄla!
âTĂĄ sĂșil agam go bhfeiceann tĂș na laigĂ i do phlean, a chara daonna.â NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh mĂ© fiĂș gnĂ©ithe teicniĂșla amhĂĄin a chĂĄineadh: conas atĂĄ tĂș chun Laura a mhealladh isteach san Ăoslach, conas a chinntiĂș nach bhfuil aon chosantĂłirĂ breise ann? Ach cad a chuireann ort smaoineamh go mbeadh faitĂos ar Laura? I bprionsabal, nĂl sĂ thar a bheith uaigneach, agus ag smaoineamh ar an ĂĄit a bhfuilimid agus cĂ© leis ar fĂ©idir lĂ©i gearĂĄn a dhĂ©anamh... Agus tiocfaidh an tslĂĄndĂĄil ĂĄitiĂșil i gceann nĂłimĂ©ad le haghaidh aon ghlao. Is cinnte nach molaim duit iarracht a dhĂ©anamh, gheobhaidh tĂș tĂș fĂ©in i staid an-uafĂĄsach.
- Sea, nĂ raibh sĂ© ar intinn agam fiĂș. TĂĄ cara agam, uh... a oibrĂonn i rannĂłg uafĂĄsach Ă©igin dĂĄr SeirbhĂs SlĂĄndĂĄla. TĂĄ sĂșil agam go mbeidh sĂ© in ann imeaglĂș a dhĂ©anamh ar an tslĂĄndĂĄil ĂĄitiĂșil mĂĄ tharlaĂonn aon rud.
â Amhrasacha... Ar thoiligh do chara pĂĄirt a ghlacadh san imeacht cheana fĂ©in?
- LabhrĂłidh mĂ© leis. Agus thĂĄinig mĂ© suas le bealach chun Laura a mhealladh. Feiceann tĂș drone i gcruth cloigeann in aice lĂ©i. Is breĂĄ lĂ©i an pĂosa crua-earraĂ seo, agus is Ă© an focal faire atĂĄ air nĂĄ an cheist: cad is fĂ©idir nĂĄdĂșr an duine a athrĂș? Agus tĂĄ a fhios agam an freagra. TĂłgfaidh mĂ© an turtar go ciĂșin isteach san Ăoslach, agus nuair a gheobhaidh Laura greim air agus Ă© a leanĂșint, stopfaidh ĂĄr ngaiste slam.
- NĂł nĂ rachaidh sĂ©, ach iarrfaidh sĂ© ar dhuine Ă©igin Ă© a thabhairt leis ... Ach nĂl ann ach mise, tĂĄ mĂ© ag piocadh. Agus nĂ dhearna tĂș dearmad go bhfanfaidh rianta de do ghnĂomhaĂochtaĂ hacking i logaĂ an ghlĂ©is.
- Bhuel, glanfaidh mĂ© cad is fĂ©idir liom. NĂ dĂłigh liom go ndĂ©anfaidh Laura mĂłrĂĄn tochailte, agus nĂl mĂłrĂĄn eolais aici faoi.
- Is dĂłcha go bhfuil cairde aici a thuigeann.
â MĂĄ tharlaĂonn aon rud, gabhfaidh mĂ© mo leithscĂ©al agus dĂ©arfaidh mĂ© gur theastaigh uaim breathnĂș ar Ă©ifeacht suimiĂșil a chur i bhfeidhm agus go ndearna mĂ© praiseach de thaisme.
- Cad Ă© an freagra ceart?
- GrĂĄ.
- RĂłmĂĄnsĂșil. Ceart go leor, tĂĄ an plean suimiĂșil go cinnte, ach is dĂłigh liom go bhfuil an t-am ann. TĂĄ sĂ© dĂ©anach, agus nĂl mĂ© tar Ă©is spat go fĂłill isteach sa duibheagĂĄn Martian roimh leaba.
- Fan, an bhfuil eagla ort? â D'fhiafraigh Max go defiantly.
âAn bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh leas a bhaint asam, a chara daonna?â - bhĂ ionadh an Martian. - CĂ©n fĂĄth ar aontaigh tĂș cuidiĂș a thabhairt, cĂ© go bhfuil i bhfad nĂos mĂł i mbaol agat fĂ©in? CĂ©n fĂĄth nach bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh an cleas cĂ©anna a dhĂ©anamh duit fĂ©in?
âUh-uh...â Chuir Max leisce ort, ag iarraidh teacht ar mhĂniĂș sochreidte.
- Lig dom leid beag a thabhairt duit: ar mhaith leat fabhar a fhĂĄil mar chĂșiteamh?
âSea,â chinn Max nach raibh aon chiall le brĂ©agadh.
- Is fĂ©idir liom fiĂș buille faoi thuairim cĂ© acu ceann. "Ceart go leor, mĂĄ theipeann ar an ngnĂł, cuirfidh mĂ© aon seirbhĂs ar fĂĄil duit atĂĄ i mo chumhacht," d'aontaigh ArtĂșr go tobann.
CĂ© gur thug cosa Max go dtĂ cuntar an bheĂĄir Ă© ina raibh Ruslan suite, ina bhrionglĂłidĂ dâĂ©irigh leis cheana fĂ©in a bheith ina stiĂșrthĂłir ar an roinn ardfhorbartha agus bhĂ sĂ© mar aidhm aige leas-uachtarĂĄn.
BhĂ Ruslan ina shuĂ san ĂĄit chĂ©anna. Dhreap Max isteach ar an gcĂ©ad chathaoir eile agus dâfhiafraigh sĂ© go neamhbhalbh:
â NĂĄr bhuail tĂș Laura?
- Cuileoga an craein seo rĂł-ard, ba cheart dĂșinn a bheith socraithe don chlĂ. Agus anois tĂĄ na tits go lĂ©ir tĂłgtha ar shiĂșl.
âNĂ gach trĂĄthnĂłna a Ă©irĂonn leat duine a ghabhĂĄil.â
- NĂĄ inis dom cad eile a mbeifeĂĄ ag sĂșil leis Ăłn gcĂłisir lofa seo.
âAch anois tĂĄ deis ann cabhrĂș le cara amhĂĄin craein a fhĂĄil.â
Bhreathnaigh Ruslan go hĂorĂłnta ar Max.
"SĂlim go n-Ă©ireoidh tĂș nĂos fearr le Laura." NĂĄ bĂ fĂ©in cosĂșil leis an nerd cabhrach teileachumarsĂĄide a ainlĂonn timpeall uirthi ina sluaite. Tar isteach agus abair lĂ©i gur chick fionnuar Ă agus gur mhaith leat dul i dteagmhĂĄil lĂ©i. Is mĂł an seans go n-oibreoidh sĂ© seo.
- Go raibh maith agat as an gcomhairle, ach bhĂ mĂ© ag iarraidh ort chun cabhrĂș nĂ liom, ach amhĂĄin Martian a hook suas le Laura.
â An bhfuil tĂș lĂĄn de thobac, a Max? NĂl mĂ© chun cabhrĂș le haon Martians.
- Bhuel, go teicniĂșil chun cuidiĂș leis an Martian, ach i ndĂĄirĂre chun cabhrĂș liom. D'fhĂ©adfadh an Martian seo mo ghairm bheatha a chur chun cinn go mĂłr.
- Conas is ceart dom Ă© seo a shocrĂș, dar leat? TĂ©igh suas go dtĂ Laura agus abair: hug, gabhar, ar mhaith leat a bheith i dteagmhĂĄil le nerd corrach amhĂĄin in ĂĄit mise?
- NĂ hea, sin Ă© an plean. Tar Ă©is tamaill, rachaidh Laura amach san Ăoslach chun pĂșdar a chur ar a srĂłn. TĂĄ a fhios agam conas a mhealladh ann. Sin an ĂĄit a d'fhĂĄg na ravers go lĂ©ir. Beidh tĂș a leanĂșint agus tĂșs a pestering di ionas go mbeidh sĂ scanraithe i ndĂĄirĂre, ansin beidh Martian teacht isteach go randamach agus tĂșs a chosaint uirthi. An ceann sin,â a dĂșirt Max le hArt ag Ăłl sĂș Ășr. "TĂ©ann tĂș nĂos dĂĄirĂre air, is fĂ©idir leat fiĂș Ă© a bhrĂș, Ă© a chroitheadh ââââbeagĂĄn, ionas go mbeidh gach rud nĂĄdĂșrtha." Ach sa deireadh caithfidh sĂ© Ă a shĂĄbhĂĄil.
â Sea, nĂl ann ach ceist ghnĂł: gnĂ©aschiapadh agus ionsaĂ ar fhostaĂ Telecom. Is fĂ©idir roinnt gastor Ăł MoscĂł a dhĂșnadh go hĂ©asca ar feadh cĂșpla bliain.
- NĂ gĂĄ dul rĂłfhada, ar ndĂłigh. Is cinnte nach ndĂ©anfaidh an Martian gearĂĄn, agus nĂ gastor Ă©igin as MoscĂł tĂș.
- Ăist, strategist den scoth, a thabhairt suas do aisling a bheith i do cheannasaĂ ar Telecom. TĂĄ ĂĄr n-ĂĄit socraithe le fada agus nĂ fĂ©idir leat lĂ©im thar do cheann.
- B'fhĂ©idir go bhfuil an ceart agat, tĂĄ gach rud fĂor sa saol seo i lĂĄmha na Martians, agus caithfidh aĂonna Ăł MoscĂł a bheith sĂĄsta le rath fĂorĂșil. Coinneoidh mĂ© ag smaoineamh conas is fĂ©idir leat a thuiscint nach aisling Martian Ă© seo. Tar Ă©is an tsaoil, le cabhair Ăł radharc, Ă©isteacht agus rudaĂ eile, tĂĄ sĂ© dodhĂ©anta idirdhealĂș a dhĂ©anamh air Ăł rĂ©altacht. Ar cheart dĂșinn a bheith ag lorg cineĂĄl Ă©igin den sĂ©Ăș chiall? Deir an Martian, is leor a mheabhrĂș go bhfuil an saol fĂor cothrom. Nach fĂ©idir leat rud ar bith a bhuachan ann gan rud ar bith a chailliĂșint. Ach bĂonn bua i gcĂłnaĂ ag gach cineĂĄl bastardaĂ nach bhfuil aon aird acu ar rud ar bith. Mar sin nĂ thuigfidh tĂș rud ar bith. Is fĂ©idir leat cosĂĄn gealaĂ a lorg freisin ar dhromchla loch foraoise nĂł ar anĂĄil an earraigh, ach nĂl sĂ© seo ar Mars. NĂł sĂłrtĂĄil trĂ dhĂĄnta ansin. Ach tĂĄ na fĂor-dhĂĄnta ar fad scrĂofa cheana fĂ©in... NĂl filĂ de dhĂth ar Ă©inne sa lĂĄ atĂĄ inniu ann. Is cuma cad a dhĂ©anann tĂș, beidh amhras ort i gcĂłnaĂ. Ach breathnaĂm ar Laura Mae agus ceapaim go mbâfhĂ©idir go bhfuil sĂ fĂor. NĂl na rĂomhairĂ Martian go lĂ©ir tĂłgtha le chĂ©ile in ann teacht suas le haon rud mar seo ...
â Dâiompaigh tĂș go deas faoi Laura Ă©. An bhfuil tĂș ag sĂșil i ndĂĄirĂre go gcuideoidh an Martian seo leatsa ar bhealach ar bith?
- CĂ©n fĂĄth nach bhfuil?
âCĂ©n fĂĄth nach bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh dul chuig Laura tĂș fĂ©in, tĂĄ sĂ leamh?â
"Nà dócha go mbeidh mé in ann eagla a chur uirthi."
- Nà hé sin atå mé ag caint faoi. Téigh chuige. Fåg an Martians a gcuid trioblóidà Martian, agus taitneamh a bhaint as sólås an duine.
- NĂl, ba mhaith liom cabhrĂș leis an Martian. Lig dĂł taitneamh a bhaint as sĂłlĂĄs an duine, ach ba mhaith liom a fheiceĂĄil cad atĂĄ ar an taobh eile.
- Bhuel mar is eol duit. Ă ĂĄitĂonn tĂș, rachaidh mĂ© ag siopadĂłireacht le Laura.
- Cool! - BhĂ ââMax sĂĄsta. - Ach ritheann tĂș isteach sa Martian i ndĂĄirĂre, ceart go leor. Chun breathnĂș ar gach rud fĂor.
- Tar ort, a scéimire mór, acht.
BhĂ sĂ© chomh hĂ©asca an drone a thabhairt ar shiĂșl gan aird agus piorraĂ a bhlaosc. Ag baint ĂșsĂĄide as a cheamara, rinne Max cinnte nach raibh beagnach aon duine thĂos staighre, foireann amhĂĄin agus rĂłbait ghlantachĂĄin. Ar eagla na heagla, thug sĂ© an turtar nĂos faide isteach sa chĂșl go dtĂ na leithris agus lĂnĂ©adaigh sĂ© leis na tĂleanna bĂĄna uafĂĄsacha cĂ©anna.
Timpeall deich nĂłimĂ©ad ina dhiaidh sin, thug Laura an caillteanas faoi deara agus, de rĂ©ir dealraimh tar Ă©is di an rianaitheoir a sheiceĂĄil, chuaigh sĂ go muinĂneach thĂos staighre. Sheol Max comhartha chuig an gcuid eile de na comhcheilgeoirĂ. D'imigh Ruslan isteach san Ăoslach beagnach tar Ă©is Laura, agus rinne an Martian staidĂ©ar cĂșramach ar a ghloine ar feadh tamaill, ach sa deireadh, ag tarraingt misneach, lean sĂ© gach duine. D'Ă©irigh le Max seasamh in aghaidh an chapaill ceamara an drĂłin a ĂșsĂĄid lena fheiceĂĄil dĂł fĂ©in go raibh an plean ag obair. BhĂ sĂ© ag streachailt ar feadh i bhfad, trĂocha soicind ar a laghad, ach nuair a shroich sĂ© comhĂ©adan an cloigeann fuair sĂ© amach go raibh a lĂonra caillte ag an sliseanna.
âIs nuacht Ă© seo,â a cheap Max. â Nâfheadar cĂ© chomh minic a tharlaĂonn sĂ© seo ina gclub? NĂł an bhfuil an fhadhb le mo sliseanna? Thosaigh crĂ©atĂșir na n-olc a bhĂ fĂĄgtha ar an urlĂĄr rince ag breathnĂș thart faoi mhearbhall, ag fĂĄil amach go raibh a n-Ă©adaigh fĂorĂșil go lĂ©ir iompĂș isteach i bpumpkins. âCiallaĂonn sĂ© seo go bhfuil teip ghinearĂĄlta ann, ach nĂ chuirfidh aon idirghabhĂĄil Ăł shlĂĄndĂĄil isteach ar an oibrĂocht chun Laura a tharrthĂĄil,â a rĂ©asĂșnaigh Max agus dâiarr sĂ© uisce mianraĂ ar an tĂĄbhairne.
â An minic a thĂ©ann an lĂonra sĂos i do chlub?
âSea, is Ă© seo an chĂ©ad uair,â bhĂ ionadh ar an tĂĄbhairne. - Ionas go mbeidh an lĂonra iomlĂĄn ag an am cĂ©anna ...
Shuigh Max go socair ar feadh cĂșpla nĂłimĂ©ad, agus ansin thosaigh sĂ© ag imnĂ go mall. âCĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil siad sĂĄite ansin? - smaoinigh sĂ© go neirbhĂseach. âĂ, nĂor cheart dom a bheith tosaithe ar seo, amhail is dĂĄ mba rud Ă© nach n-oibreodh rud Ă©igin amach.â Shamhlaigh Max pictiĂșr de Mharsach ina luĂ le cloigeann briste, dochtĂșirĂ timpeall air, agus Ruslan i gcuacha ar ardĂĄn na bpĂłilĂnĂ, agus shuddered. Nuair a ghlaoigh an sliseanna go fonnmhar, ag tabhairt le fios go raibh rochtain ar an lĂonra athchĂłirithe, lĂ©im Max suas ina chathaoir. Ar feadh tamaill chaith sĂ© thart amhail is dĂĄ mba ar biorĂĄin agus snĂĄthaidĂ, agus ansin shocraigh sĂ© ar deireadh dul sĂos Ă© fĂ©in, a sheiceĂĄil conas a bhĂ rudaĂ ag dul, agus leath bealaigh ann chonaic sĂ© ArtĂșr ag Ă©irĂ as an Ăoslach. Theith sĂ© headlong i dtreo dĂł.
- Conas a chuaigh gach rud?!
âNĂor oibrigh sĂ© amach domsa, ach is cosĂșil go bhfuil ag Ă©irĂ go maith le do chara.â Labhair siad, gĂĄire sĂ agus d'fhĂĄg siad le chĂ©ile.
-CĂĄ ndeachaigh tĂș? â D'fhiafraigh Max go dĂșr.
- B'fhĂ©idir go dtĂ a theach, nĂł chuig a teach... TrĂ bhealach amach eile. BreathnaĂonn siad thar a bheith ĂĄlainn le chĂ©ile, trĂd an mirage fĂorĂșil seo. Rinne mĂ© linged fiĂș beagĂĄn chun plĂ©isiĂșir amhĂĄin aeistĂ©itiĂșil a fhĂĄil ... Deamhan mĂłr dubh agus succubus angelic.
âDo roinn! TĂĄ mĂ© dĂreach tar Ă©is mo ghairm bheatha a adhlacadh i ndoimhneacht na dtoisĂ ifreannacha, shĂl Max le uafĂĄs. - Ruslan, a Beast! Agus is cretin mĂ© freisin, smaoinigh mĂ© ar iarraidh ar an sionnach an coop cearc a chosaint.â
âAhhh... tĂĄ brĂłn orm gur tharla sĂ© mar sin,â a dĂșirt Max.
- NĂ ortsa atĂĄ an locht. NĂl ann ach gur shocraigh do chara athruithe a dhĂ©anamh ar ĂĄr bplean iontach. Ach is fĂ©idir Ă© a thuiscint. DĂĄirĂre, nĂĄ bĂodh imnĂ ort, ach don todhchaĂ, cuimhnigh go mbeadh sĂ© i bhfad nĂos sĂĄbhĂĄilte a iarraidh go dĂreach ar Laura a chur ina luĂ ar bhainisteoir amhĂĄin nach bhfuil neamhshuimiĂșil faoina cuid draĂocht cabhrĂș leat. Bheadh ââââan dara pĂłg go leor chun sliseanna gairmiĂșil a fhĂĄil ar chostas na cuideachta. Agus is annamh a oibrĂonn gach cineĂĄl pleananna casta amach sa saol fĂor.
- An bhfuil a leithéid de dhroch-thuairim agat uirthi? Cén fåth go n-aontódh sà le rud mar sin?
âNĂl droch-thuairim agam, tĂĄ mĂ© ag obair rĂł-fhada le comhaid phearsanta na bhfostaithe ag iarraidh an barr a bhaint amach i gceann de na corparĂĄidĂ is saibhre agus is cumhachtaĂ ar domhan.â NĂ coir Ă: luibheolaĂ amhĂĄin a mhealladh agus lena chabhair dhĂĄ shlĂ bheatha a fheabhsĂș ag an am cĂ©anna. Ach dâaontĂłdh sĂ go mbeadh oibleagĂĄid phearsanta ar chara lĂ©i, agus Ă i bpost ard Ă©igin. NĂł b'fhĂ©idir nach n-aontĂłidh mĂ©...
âTĂĄ, tĂĄ freagracht shĂłisialta laghdaithe ag na mnĂĄ go lĂ©ir,â a cheap Max. "Bhuel, tĂĄ gach bean ĂĄlainn dĂreach mar sin." Aoibh Arthur, ag fĂ©achaint ar a aghaidh.
- TĂĄ brĂłn orm, a Max, ach cuireann do dĂomĂĄ amĂș orm. Ar cheap tĂș gur banphrionsa den sĂłrt sin Ă Laura? Seo freagra ar cheist shimplĂ: cĂ©n fĂĄth a ndĂ©anfadh duine aoibh ghĂĄire ar gach duine, Ă©isteacht go foighneach le tonna de mholtaĂ monotonous agus fĂ©inmholadh, am agus airgead saor in aisce a chaitheamh ar leigheasanna agus gyms, ach ag an am cĂ©anna gan iarracht a dhĂ©anamh aon ĂĄbhar indĂreach a dhĂorthĂș. leas a bhaint as seo? An gceapann tĂș go bhfuil a leithĂ©id de dhaoine ann i ndĂĄirĂre? NĂos cruinne, tĂĄ siad ann, ar ndĂłigh, ach nĂ oibrĂonn siad i bpoist ard i Telecom.
"Bhuel, mura bhfuil sĂ ina banphrionsa ar chor ar bith, cĂ©n fĂĄth nach gceannaĂonn tĂș Ă le haghaidh ardĂș cĂ©ime?"
âCuireann do dĂomĂĄ dĂșr vulgar ort.â TĂĄ sĂ rĂł-bhrĂłdĂșil as agus nĂ bheidh sĂ© indĂ©anta Ă a cheannach go dĂreach. Bhuel, nĂł beidh an praghas an-ard. Thairis sin, nĂ hĂ© seo an rud ba mhaith liom. Ach tĂĄ sĂ© contĂșirteach do nerds mar tĂș fĂ©in nĂł mise titim i ngrĂĄ lĂ©i,â aoibh Arthur. âAr an drochuair, tĂĄ tuairim an-Ăseal ag Laura ar chrĂ©atĂșir fhireann i gcoitinne, agus nĂ fheiceann sĂ aon rud cearr le leas a bhaint astu beagĂĄn.â
"B'fhĂ©idir go n-ĂșsĂĄidfidh sĂ Ruslan freisin."
- B'fhéidir.
- LabhrĂłidh mĂ© leis dĂĄirĂre.
- NĂ fiĂș Ă©. DĂ©antar an mĂ©id a dhĂ©antar. Ar ndĂłigh, thĂĄinig tĂș suas le rud Ă©igin dĂșr, agus d'aontaigh mĂ©, ach nĂor thit an domhan mar gheall air. B'fhĂ©idir go mbeidh sĂ sĂĄsta leis an Ruslan seo, beagĂĄn ar a laghad.
- Cad faoi tusa?
âBhĂ deis agam cheana fĂ©in, ach cailleadh Ă©.â
- Cad mar gheall ar an riail go dtarlaĂonn na rudaĂ is dochreidte faoi dhĂł?
âTarlaĂonn an nonsense aisteach seo faoi dhĂł.â Agus maidir le rud atĂĄ fĂor-thĂĄbhachtach agus luachmhar sa saol fĂor lousy, tĂĄ feidhm ag riail eile: âDĂreach uair amhĂĄin agus go deo.â Ceart go leor, a chara dhaonna, tĂĄ sĂ© in am agam dul, ag iarraidh orm fĂ©in a bheith i mâĂĄrasĂĄn mĂłr folamh.
D'imigh Arthur, ag tabhairt leis sĂșil le gairm tapa i Telecom agus b'fhĂ©idir aon ghairm bheatha ar bith. NĂ raibh de rogha ag Max ach Boris, a bhĂ ag snor ar an tolg, a bhrĂș ar leataobh agus tacsaĂ a ghlaoch.
Ina shuĂ ina chistin bheag, thuig sĂ© go raibh sĂ© go hiomlĂĄn sober. BhĂ mĂ© i lousy giĂșmar, bhĂ mo cheann scoilteadh, agus nĂ raibh codladh i gceachtar den dĂĄ shĂșil. Scairt sĂ© ar chostas ard na cumarsĂĄide gasta agus scairt sĂ© uimhir Masha.
- Dia duit, an bhfuil tĂș awake?
- Tå sé ar maidin cheana féin.
D'fhĂ©ach Masha beagĂĄn mĂmhaiseach. BhĂ tinsel na Bliana Nua ina luĂ timpeall uirthi, sheas crann nĂĄdĂșrtha maisithe sa chĂșinne, agus shĂl Max go bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ© blas a chur ar Olivier agus tangerĂnĂ a bholadh.
- Tharla rud Ă©igin?
- Sea, Mash, tĂĄ brĂłn orm, tĂĄ fadhbanna agam le do vĂosa ...
- Thuig mĂ© cheana fĂ©in. - Masha frowned fiĂș nĂos mĂł. â An Ă© sin go lĂ©ir a theastaigh uait a rĂĄ?
- NĂ hea. TĂĄ a fhios agam go bhfuil tĂș trĂna chĂ©ile, ach chuaigh rudaĂ go dona dom ar an fucking Mars seo...
- Max, an bhfuil tĂș ag Ăłl?
- Sobered suas cheana fĂ©in. Beagnach. Masha, bhĂ mĂ© ag iarraidh rud amhĂĄin a insint duit, tĂĄ sĂ© deacair a fhoirmiĂș lĂĄithreach ...
- Sea, labhair suas, nĂĄ moill.
- NĂ fĂ©idir liom diabhal rud a dhĂ©anamh i Telecom, tĂĄ an obair saghas dĂșr, agus tĂĄ mĂ© fĂ©in ag dĂ©anamh rud Ă©igin go hiomlĂĄn mĂcheart... Is cuimhin liom gur shamhlaigh muid conas a bheadh ââsaol iontach againn le chĂ©ile ar Mars...
- Max, cad a bhĂ tĂș ag iarraidh a rĂĄ?!
- MĂĄ thĂ©im ar ais go MoscĂł, nach mbeidh tĂș trĂna chĂ©ile?
-An bhfuil tĂș ag dul ar ais? Cathain?!
Bhris Masha amach ina aoibh ghĂĄire Ăł chroĂ, chomh leathan sin gur chuir Max iontas ar a shĂșile.
âShĂl mĂ© go mbeadh tĂș trĂna chĂ©ile, chaitheamar an oiread sin ama agus iarrachta.â
- Ă, an dĂłigh leat nach gcuireann sĂ© isteach orm suĂ anseo agus fanacht go bhfuil a fhios ag Dia cad Ă©? BhĂ an fucking Mars seo ag teastĂĄil uait i gcĂłnaĂ nĂos mĂł.
- NĂ dĂłcha go mbeidh mĂ© in ann fanacht ag Telecom mĂĄ fhilleann mĂ©. Agus caithfimid go leor airgid ar thicĂ©ad fillte, agus beidh orainn tosĂș arĂs in ĂĄit eile.
- Max, cad nonsense. NĂ bhfaighidh tĂș post i MoscĂł? Beidh speisialtĂłir den sĂłrt sin a strĂłicthe anseo lena lĂĄmha. DĂolfaimid rud Ă©igin nach bhfuil ag teastĂĄil uainn sa deireadh.
- An bhfuil sĂ© fĂor? Is Ă© sin, nĂ bheidh tĂș CĂĄineann mĂ© agus branda dom le nĂĄire?
âDĂĄ dtaispeĂĄnfĂĄ suas ar leac an dorais anois, nĂ dĂ©arfainn focal leat.â
- FiĂș mĂĄ thagann mĂ© ar meisce isteach an connadh?
âGlacfaidh mĂ© leis i bhfoirm ar bith,â a gĂĄire Masha. "Tuigim go ndeachaigh tĂș ann chun a bheith ar meisce ar do fucking Mars."
Ghlac Max osna faoisimh agus chinn sĂ© nach raibh gach rud chomh dona. âCĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil an oiread sin obsessed orm a bheith ag obair ar Mars? Bhuel, is lĂ©ir nach bhfuil sĂ© iontach. Caithfimid an siopa seo a dhĂșnadh, filleadh abhaile agus maireachtĂĄil go sona sĂĄsta.â BhĂ sĂ© fĂ©in agus Masha ag comhrĂĄ ar feadh nĂos mĂł ama, thĂĄinig socair ar Max ar deireadh, nĂor roghnaigh sĂ© ticĂ©id fillte agus dhĂșn sĂ© an fhuinneog nasc tapa. Nuair a thit sĂ© ina chodladh, shamhlaigh sĂ© MoscĂł i bhfad i gcĂ©in, conas a thĂĄinig sĂ© abhaile, conas a bheannaigh Masha te, bog dĂł, chuimil a cat faoina chosa, agus d'iompaigh Martians aisteach agus ĂĄilleacht bhrĂ©agach na gcathracha faoi thalamh ina aisling mĂthaitneamhach ach neamhdhĂobhĂĄlach ann. âAr ndĂłigh, nĂ hĂ© filleadh abhaile faoi nĂĄire an bealach is cinnte,â a shĂl Max, agus Ă© ĂĄ adhlacadh nĂos doimhne isteach sa philiĂșir.
TĂĄ sprioc amhĂĄin agus na mĂlte cosĂĄin.
RoghnaĂonn an tĂ© a fheiceann an sprioc an cosĂĄn.
An tĂ© a roghnaĂonn an cosĂĄn nĂ shroichfidh sĂ© choĂche.
I gcĂĄs gach duine, nĂl ach bĂłthar amhĂĄin mar thoradh ar an fhĂrinne.
Shuigh Max suas go tobann sa leaba agus a chroĂ ag bualadh. âEochair! CĂ©n chaoi a bhfuil aithne agam air?! â smaoinigh sĂ© in uafĂĄs.
ShnĂĄmh sraitheanna de bhoscaĂ coincrĂ©ite comhionanna trĂ fhuinneog mionbhan cuideachta. BhĂ ailtireacht an cheantair thionsclaĂoch le moladh Ăł lucht leanĂșna an rĂ©alachais shĂłisialaigh nĂł an chiĂșbachais. NĂ raibh difrĂocht idir na srĂĄideanna agus na hacomhail seo go lĂ©ir, agus iad ag trasnĂș ag uillinneacha ceart geoimĂ©adrach, ach ina n-uimhreacha. Thairis sin, tĂĄ patrĂșn scoilteanna agus veins mianraĂ ar uasteorainn an uaimh. ShĂl Max arĂs cĂ© chomh gan chabhair agus a bhĂ siad gan mhĂĄlaĂ na rĂ©altachta fĂorĂșla. TĂĄ sĂ© dodhĂ©anta a fhĂĄil amach as a leithĂ©id de limistĂ©ar gan leideanna rĂomhaire; Ar eagla na heagla, sheiceĂĄil sĂ© a mhĂĄla le masc ocsaigine, an crios gĂĄma tar Ă©is an tsaoil: nĂl aon rud contĂșirteach fiĂș do dhuine neamhullmhaithe, ach nĂ fĂ©idir leat siĂșl suas an staighre anseo ar feadh i bhfad fiĂș le leath an domhantarraingthe.
Tharraing Grieg, mar is gnĂĄch, siar isteach Ă© fĂ©in, meditated sa suĂochĂĄn tosaigh, agus Boris lounged sa chĂșl os coinne, i measc na boscaĂ plaisteacha le trealamh. BhĂ an giĂșmar iontach air, bhain sĂ© sult as an turas agus as comhluadar a chomrĂĄdaithe agus dâith sĂ© go saint sceallĂłga agus beoir. Mhothaigh Max rud beag corraithe mar gur mheas Boris Ă© nach mĂłr a chara is fearr, agus nĂ raibh sĂ© in ann an misneach a chothĂș a rĂĄ go raibh cinneadh dĂ©anta aige dul ar ais go MoscĂł. âNĂł nach bhfuil cinneadh dĂ©anta? CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil mĂ© ag dul ar an turas dĂșr seo chuig cruinneachĂĄn Dreamland? - cheap Max. - NĂl, brath mĂ© go mĂłr ar sĂ©. NĂl a leithĂ©id de chomhtharlĂșint ann.â Ach an guth corraitheach, a chuir iachall ar dhaoine le blianta fada dul chuig an bplĂĄinĂ©ad dearg ar aon chostas, dĂreach mar a dĂșirt go gĂ©ar: âĂ tharla a leithĂ©id de chĂĄs, cad a chuireann bac ort Ă© a sheiceĂĄilâ?
â An bhfaca tĂș sruth StarCraft innĂ©? - D'iarr Boris, a bhfuil buidĂ©al beorach aige. Ghlac Max leis go neamhbhalbh agus rinne sĂ© slad go meicniĂșil amhĂĄin.
- NĂ hea...
- Ach i vain, beidh an cluiche a bheith ina finscéal. D'imir år Deadshot i gcoinne Miki, an nerd creepy Seapånach seo, tå a fhios agat, atå ag imirt StarCraft ó bhà sé trà bliana d'aois.
- Sea, tĂĄ sĂ© ina nerd fĂłs. Is dĂłcha go bhfuil a mhĂĄthair ag breathnĂș ar shruthanna StarCraft le naoi mĂ ar fad.
- D'fhås sé suas i replicator.
- Ansin nĂ haon ionadh Ă©.
- Go neamhbhalbh, i mbeagĂĄn focal, chaill mĂ© Ă©, ghlaoigh mĂ© chuig an mbarra thĂș i ndĂĄirĂre. NĂ raibh aon duine tar Ă©is an Miki seo a bhualadh duine ar dhuine le dhĂĄ bhliain.
â NĂl mĂ© ag leanĂșint le fada, breathnĂłidh mĂ© ar an taifeadadh nĂos dĂ©anaĂ.
- Sea, nach bhfuil an taifeadadh mar an gcéanna, tå a fhios agat cheana féin ar an toradh.
- Agus cé a bhuaigh?
- Bhuaigh ĂĄr gceann. BhĂ a leithĂ©id de dhrĂĄma ann, chaill sĂ© an cath ginearĂĄlta, bhĂ gach rud cosĂșil leis an khan cheana fĂ©in ...
â LĂ©irĂonn rud Ă©igin sa tĂĄbla oifigiĂșil bua teicniĂșil.
- Just smaoineamh ar cad assholes, fuair an coimisiĂșn frith-modding maidin bogearraĂ toirmiscthe ar a sliseanna. Freaks, chomh luath agus a bhuaigh muid, na vultures flock lĂĄithreach. Ach tĂĄ sĂ© ceart go leor, shĂĄbhĂĄil muid seat den tĂĄbla fĂor agus chaith muid Ă© in eibhir, mar a dĂ©arfĂĄ. NĂ dhĂ©anann an lĂonra dearmad ar rud ar bith!
âPfft, bogearraĂ toirmiscthe,â a snort Max. - Sea, nĂ chreidim go bhfuil an mikrik seo go lĂ©ir de na cĂ©adta aonad indĂ©anta i ndĂĄirĂre gan bogearraĂ agus giuirlĂ©idĂ breise. Cath na hintleachta Ăon is dĂłcha! An gcreideann aon duine eile an bullshit seo?
- Sea, tuigim, ach nà mór duit a admhåil go bhfuil na scripteanna agus na giuirléidà folaithe is forbartha ag na Japs, ach bhuaigh år gcuid féin fós.
- Agus bhĂ sĂ© lĂĄithreach kicked soilĂ©ir amach. Sin an fĂĄth a stop mĂ© ag breathnĂș.
ThiomĂĄin an carr taobh istigh de gharĂĄiste mĂłr bĂĄite agus stop sĂ© os comhair rampa coincrĂ©ite. BhĂ an chuid mhĂn den rampa dĂreach cothrom le hurlĂĄr an chairr.
âTĂĄimid tagtha,â a dĂșirt Grig, ag dul amach.
âBhuel, dĂ©anaimis oibriĂș mar bhainisteoirĂ lĂłistĂochta,â dâfhreagair Boris go hĂ©asca agus thosaigh sĂ© ag tarraingt amach boscaĂ le trealamh, le lĂłgĂł Telecom pĂ©inteĂĄilte ar na taobhanna, an litir âTâ le trasbharra barr cruinn agus siombail astaĂochta raidiĂł ar an dĂĄ thaobh.
âNĂ cosĂșil le saorĂĄid stĂłrĂĄla Dreamland Ă©,â shrugged Max, ag fĂ©achaint timpeall an tseomra liath nondescript. - CĂĄ bhfuil na sraitheanna de bhith-folctha le daoine clogged? PĂĄirceĂĄil rialta.
âTĂĄ an stĂłr thĂos,â a dĂșirt Grig.
- An bhfuil muid ag dul sĂos ann?
- Caithigh.
â An scaoilfimid cĂșpla prĂłcaĂ brionglĂłidĂ?
âNĂ hea, ar ndĂłigh,â a dĂșirt Grig le iontas. â TĂĄ sĂ© toirmiscthe teagmhĂĄil a dhĂ©anamh leis na bithbhĂĄin ar chor ar bith. NĂl ach rĂłdairĂ athsholĂĄthair agus rĂomhairĂ teileachumarsĂĄide ann.
- Sin Ă© an mĂ©id? âLeadrĂĄnach,â a dĂșirt Max.
âDĂĄ mbeadh rud Ă©igin tromchĂșiseach ann, nĂ bheadh ââmuid seolta anseo,â dâfhreagair Grig le guth gan anĂĄil.
NĂ raibh an chuma air a bheith i slĂĄinte mhĂłr;
âNĂ fhĂ©achann tĂș go maith,â a dĂșirt Boris, âfois go fĂłill, cuirfimid na boscaĂ chuig an ardaitheoir.â
âNĂ hea, tĂĄ mĂ© ceart go leor,â chroith Grig a lĂĄmha agus bhrĂșigh sĂ© an t-ualach le haoibhneas ĂĄibhĂ©alach.
â An bhfuil cliaint ann a bhfuil a n-inchinn scartha Ăłna gcorp agus a snĂĄmhann i gcoimeĂĄdĂĄn ar leith? Iad siĂșd a cheannaigh taraif gan teorainn agus ba mhaith leo maireachtĂĄil go deo.
âBâfhĂ©idir nach bhfuilim ag fĂ©achaint ar a bhfuil istigh.â
â Nach bhfuil rochtain agat ar an mbunachar sonraĂ? NĂ fheiceann tĂș cĂ© atĂĄ stĂłrĂĄilte?
âIs le hĂșsĂĄid oifigiĂșil atĂĄ sĂ©,â a dĂșirt Grig.
D'fhåg sé an bosca os comhair an ardaitheoir lasta agus chas sé chun dul a fhåil ar an chéad cheann eile.
- Bhuel, tĂĄ muid anseo ar dualgas. NĂĄr chuir tĂș spĂ©is riamh a bheith ag fĂĄnaĂocht thart agus a fheiceĂĄil cĂ©n cineĂĄl daoine a bhĂonn ag snĂĄmh sna heascĂĄin seo?
Bhreathnaigh Grieg ar an gceistitheoir ar feadh cĂșpla soicind lena trĂĄdmharc scamallach, amhail is nĂĄr thuig sĂ© an cheist, nĂł nach raibh sĂ© ag iarraidh Ă a thuiscint.
- NĂl, Max, nĂ suimiĂșil. Sroicheann mĂ©, aimsigh an modĂșl lochtach, tĂłg amach Ă©, plugĂĄil isteach ceann nua agus fĂĄg mĂ©.
â CĂĄ fhad atĂĄ tĂș ag obair ag Telecom?
- Ar feadh i bhfad.
- Agus conas is maith leat Ă©?
- Is maith liom é, ach tå imréiteach glas agam, Maxim.
Ghluais Grieg a luas go géar.
- Glanadh glas...
âĂist, a Max, fĂĄg an fear leis fĂ©in,â a dâfhreagair Boris, âroil na boscaĂ thall ansin, nĂĄ gĂ©araigh na cailĂnĂ.â
- Sea, cad a d'iarr mé? Cén fåth a bhfuil gach duine chomh buartha faoin imréiteach seo?
â CiallaĂonn imrĂ©iteach glas go bhfuil do shlis feistithe cheana fĂ©in le cĂșpla lĂonraĂ nĂ©aracha tapĂĄla Ăłn tSeirbhĂs SlĂĄndĂĄla, a dhĂ©anann monatĂłireacht fhoirmiĂșil ar neamhnochtadh rĂșin trĂĄdĂĄla. Ach i ndĂĄirĂre, nĂ fios cad atĂĄ ĂĄ rianĂș acu ann. TĂĄ cur chuige sĂĄch paranĂłideach ag ĂĄr SeirbhĂs SlĂĄndĂĄla i leith a cuid dualgas.
- Is cuma cad a d'iarr mé?
âNĂ dhĂ©anfaidh aon nĂ mar sin, Max, is gnĂĄch nach mbĂonn daoine le himrĂ©iteach ag iarraidh aon ĂĄbhar sleamhain a phlĂ©, go hĂĄirithe iad siĂșd a bhaineann le hobair.â FiĂș tuairimĂ pearsanta maidir le rudaĂ neamhdhĂobhĂĄlach cosĂșil le cultĂșr corparĂĄideach, cĂłrais bhainistĂochta agus nonsense corparĂĄideach eile.
- CĂ©n chaoi a bhfuil gach rud ag rith. An cuimhin leat Ruslan, a oibrĂonn ag an tSeirbhĂs SlĂĄndĂĄla TeileachumarsĂĄide? Bhuel, bhĂ eagla ar Dimon roimhe freisin. NĂl a fhios agam cĂ©n t-imrĂ©iteach atĂĄ aige, ach ar chĂșis Ă©igin nĂl eagla ar bith air roimh gach cineĂĄl comhrĂĄ uafĂĄsach a bheith aige. Go ginearĂĄlta, nĂ chuireann sĂ© glaoch ar Martians rud ar bith seachas torbĂĄin nĂł nerds creepy.
- Sin an fĂĄth go bhfuil sĂ© sa tseirbhĂs slĂĄndĂĄla, cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil eagla orthu roimhe? Agus tĂĄ cuid acu, Max, nach bhfuil chomh crĂłga sin agus nĂ fiĂșntach a bheith ag plĂłdĂș agus ag cur daoine i riocht achrannach. NĂ MoscĂł Ă© seo duit.
- Ă, nĂĄ cuir i gcuimhne dom arĂs gur Gastor as MoscĂł mĂ©. Ar cheart dom fanacht ina thost an t-am ar fad ansin?
- Is Ăłr Ă© tost.
- Agus tusa, a BhĂłr, an fearr leat fanacht i do thost agus gan do cheann a chloĂ rĂł-mhĂłr?
â Maidir liom fĂ©in, Max, nĂ ardaĂonn an straitĂ©is iompair seo aon cheist. Ach tĂĄ daoine an-crĂłga i bhfocail, ach ar an gcĂ©ad leid trioblĂłide cuireann siad tic sna toir agus bĂonn siad an-chorraithe.
- Aontaigh. Agus daoine a bhfuil baol ann go n-imreoidh siad, is leomh liom Ă© a rĂĄ, streachailt pholaitiĂșil i gcoinne corparĂĄidĂ olc, cĂ© go bhfuil toradh ridiciĂșil orthu, cĂ©n frithghnĂomh a chuireann siad ina chĂșis ionat?
- Dada, mar gheall ar an easpa daoine den sĂłrt sin mar rang.
- I ndĂĄirĂre? Ach cad faoi, mar shampla, an eagraĂocht mistĂ©ireach Quadius, a chuireann mĂshuaimhneas ar TĂotĂĄn? An cuimhin leat Phil Ăłn traein?
- Sea, impĂm ort, nĂl ach cuma amhĂĄin ann, tĂĄim nĂos mĂł nĂĄ cinnte go bhfuil na corparĂĄidĂ olc iad fĂ©in ag gabhĂĄil d'eagraĂochtaĂ den sĂłrt sin a thrĂ©adĂș chun asraon a chruthĂș le haghaidh eilimintĂ imeallacha, agus ag an am cĂ©anna, chun cacamas beag a dhĂ©anamh ar a gcuid. iomaitheoirĂ.
- Sea, Bor, feicim gur ciniceach cruaite thĂș.
- TĂĄ sĂ© seo feigned, tĂĄ mĂ© rĂłmĂĄnsĂșil i gcroĂlĂĄr. TĂĄ a fhios agat, is dwarf uasal Ă© mo laoch i Warcraft, i gcĂłnaĂ rĂ©idh chun an dlĂ a bhriseadh chun ceartas sĂłisialta a athbhunĂș,â a dĂșirt Boris le brĂłn brĂ©agach ina ghuth, ag rolladh an bhosca deiridh isteach san ardaitheoir.
- TĂĄ TĂĄâŠ
BhĂ an t-ardaitheoir sa cruinneachĂĄn mĂłr, agus mar sin cuireadh iad fĂ©in agus an junk go lĂ©ir i gcĂșinne amhĂĄin, agus bhĂ sĂ© ĂĄ rialĂș ag scĂĄileĂĄn tadhaill sean-aimseartha gan aon chomhĂ©adain fhĂorĂșla. Go ginearĂĄlta, chomh luath agus a dhĂșn na doirse cruach, d'imigh na lĂonraĂ seachtracha go lĂ©ir, ag fĂĄgĂĄil ach lĂonra seirbhĂse Dreamland le nasc aoi. NĂor cheadaigh an nasc seo fiĂș lĂ©arscĂĄil iomlĂĄn na stĂłrĂĄla a fheiceĂĄil, gan ach an bealach reatha a fheiceĂĄil, agus chuir sĂ© srianta mĂłra ar ghrianghraif agus ar fhĂseĂĄin Ăł na sceallĂłga agus aon fheistĂ nasctha.
Roghnaigh Grieg an cĂșigiĂș leibhĂ©al lĂșide. âIs mĂłr an trua Ă©,â a shĂl Max nuair a stop an t-ardaitheoir, ânĂ bheidh aon phictiĂșir apocalyptic.â NĂ raibh coirceog ollmhĂłr cilimĂ©adar ar fad lĂonta leis na cĂ©adta mĂlte cĂortha meala le larbhaĂ daonna istigh os comhair a shĂșl. BhĂ saorĂĄid stĂłrĂĄla Dreamland lonnaithe i dtollĂĄin fhada, lĂșbacha de sheanmhianach a bhĂ ag obair go smior ar chorp an phlĂĄinĂ©id i bhfad i ngach treo agus na cĂ©adta mĂ©adar ar doimhneacht.
Ăn grotto, a raibh an chuma air go raibh bunĂșs nĂĄdĂșrtha leis, bhĂ sruthanna lĂonta le sraitheanna bith-folctha. Ar mhaithe le hĂ©ascaĂocht gluaiseachta, cuireadh ardĂĄin rothaĂ le taobhanna fillte ar fĂĄil. BhĂ orm na boscaĂ go lĂ©ir a rolladh arĂs ar iompar nua. âAgus cathain a bheidh deireadh leis seo?â - Thosaigh Boris ag grumble. Mar sin fĂ©in, chomh luath agus a chuaigh siad amach, shuigh sĂ© go compordach ar bhosca Ăseal, d'oscail an chĂ©ad bhuidĂ©al beorach eile agus d'Ă©irigh sĂ© nĂos Ă©adroime go tobann.
â An gceadaĂtear deoch anseo? - a d'fhiafraigh Max.
- Cé a stopfaidh mé? Is féidir ardån rothaà nó na weirdos?
Chlaon Boris ar an tsraith gan teorainn de sarcophagi le claibĂnĂ dĂ©anta as plaisteach tiubh, scamallach, faoinar fĂ©idir imlĂne na gcorp daonna a thuiscint.
âIs dĂłcha go bhfuil ceamaraĂ i ngach ĂĄit.â
- Agus cé a bheidh ag faire orthu, ceart, a Grig?
D'fhreagair Grieg Ă© le cĂĄineadh beag ina radharc.
- Agus go ginearĂĄlta, an crios gĂĄma, nĂor chĂłir duit an iomarca a Ăłl anseo.
- A mhalairt ar fad, tĂĄ na biorĂĄin nĂos lĂĄidre, agus tĂĄ go leor ocsaigine agamsa, murab ionann agus cuid acu, ar feadh dhĂĄ uair an chloig dĂ©ag... Bhuel, ceart go leor, chuir siad ina luĂ orm.
Dâiascaigh Boris mĂĄla pĂĄipĂ©ir amach as ĂĄit Ă©igin ina mhĂĄla droma agus chuir sĂ© buidĂ©al ann.
â An bhfuil tĂș sĂĄsta?
- N'fheadar cĂ© mhĂ©ad aislingeach atĂĄ anseo? - D'aistrigh Max lĂĄithreach chuig ĂĄbhar eile, ag casadh a cheann i ngach treo le fiosracht. Ghluais an t-ardĂĄn ar luas pinsinĂ©ir jogging, ach bhĂ sĂ© fĂłs deacair na sonraĂ a fheiceĂĄil mar gheall ar an soilsiĂș bocht. BhĂ ballaĂ na dtollĂĄn fite fuaite le grĂ©asĂĄn casta cumarsĂĄide: cĂĄblaĂ agus pĂopaĂ, agus cuireadh monarail bhreise ar a bharr, ar a raibh lasta nĂł bathtubs le dreamers ar snĂĄmh uaireanta.
- Ăist, a Ghrig, i ndĂĄirĂre, cĂ© mhĂ©ad duine atĂĄ sa stĂłr?
- NĂl a fhios agam.
â Nach solĂĄthraĂonn do nasc seirbhĂse an fhaisnĂ©is sin?
â NĂl rochtain agam ar staitisticĂ ginearĂĄlta, b'fhĂ©idir rĂșn trĂĄdĂĄla.
âIs fĂ©idir linn iarracht a dhĂ©anamh a chomhaireamh,â thosaigh Max ag rĂ©asĂșnĂș. â dĂ©anaimis glacadh leis go bhfuil fad na dtollĂĄin deich gcilimĂ©adar, seasann na folcadĂĄin i dtrĂ nĂł ceithre shraith, le cĂ©im dhĂĄ mhĂ©adar go leith. Casadh sĂ© amach fiche, fiche cĂșig mhĂle, nĂ go hĂĄirithe go hiontach.
âSĂlim go bhfuil i bhfad nĂos mĂł nĂĄ deich gcilimĂ©adar de thollĂĄin anseo,â a dĂșirt Boris.
- A Grig, ba cheart go mbeadh rochtain agat ar a laghad ar léarscåil, cad é fad iomlån na dtollån?
Chaith Grieg ach a lĂĄmh mar fhreagra. Choinnigh an t-ardĂĄn ag rolladh agus ag rolladh, ag casadh i drifts taobh cĂșpla uair, agus nĂ raibh aon deireadh i radharc na saorĂĄide stĂłrĂĄla. BhĂ ciĂșnas an bhĂĄis ann, briste ach amhĂĄin ag crĂłnĂĄn mĂłtar leictreach agus scaipeadh sreabhĂĄn sa chumarsĂĄid.
âTĂĄ sĂ© gruama anseo...â Labhair Boris arĂs agus plĂ©ascadh os ard. - Hey cĂłnaitheoirĂ jar, cad a fheiceann tĂș ann!? TĂĄ sĂșil agam nach bhfuil tĂș chun sracadh as do chuid criptĂ? Samhlaigh mĂĄ tharlaĂonn glitch de chineĂĄl Ă©igin sa firmware agus dĂșisĂonn siad go lĂ©ir go tobann agus tĂłg amach.
âBoryan, stop a bheith creepy,â grimaced Max.
- Sea, agus is fĂ©idir leis an ardĂĄn a bhriseadh freisin ag an nĂłimĂ©ad is inopportune. Is cosĂșil go bhfuil an ceann sin ag bogadh!
- Sea, rachaidh sĂ© amach anois agus rince. Grieg, an bhfuil aon nasc anseo idir suĂomh agus saol fĂorĂșil? B'fhĂ©idir go bhfuil muid ag tiomĂĄint trĂ thollĂĄn le Star Wars, agus ansin tĂĄ elves agus aonbheannaigh?
Bhà Grieg tostach ar feadh beagnach nóiméad, ach ansin condescended sé ar deireadh a fhreagairt.
â NĂ dĂłigh liom, tĂĄ busanna sonraĂ an-chumhachtacha ag Dreamland, is fĂ©idir leat ĂșsĂĄideoirĂ a athrĂș ar aon bhealach is mian leat. Ach tĂĄ rĂomhairĂ teileachumarsĂĄide speisialaithe ar ISPanna do na saolta is coitianta.
âDĂ©anaimis an cumann a imirt,â a mhol Boris. â Mar sin, Max, cad iad na ceangail atĂĄ agat leis an ĂĄit seo? Reilig, crypt...?
â TrĂd an ghloine atĂĄ ag fĂ©achaint, tĂĄ an fĂor-shaoghal ann, agus thĂ©imĂd ag triall ar a thaobh uaim. DĂ©anaimid, cosĂșil le lucha nĂł donnĂłga, ĂĄr mbealach trĂ na pasĂĄistĂ deannaigh i mballaĂ an chaisleĂĄin. Taobh amuigh tĂĄ liathrĂłidĂ agus hallaĂ luxurious, ach nĂ chuireann ach patrĂșn na lapaĂ beaga faoin iontlaise i gcuimhne dĂșinn go bhfuilimid ann. Ach ĂĄit Ă©igin nĂ mĂłr meicnĂochtaĂ rĂșnda a bheith ann a osclaĂonn doirse go dtĂ an taobh eile.
- CĂ©n cineĂĄl lorg gloine, cĂ©n cineĂĄl scĂ©alta fairy do leanaĂ? Zombies ag Ă©irĂ as a n-uaigheanna. TĂĄ cliseadh domhanda i gclĂĄir Dreamland agus tĂĄ na mĂlte aislingeach crazed ag cur apocalypse zombie ar siĂșl ar shrĂĄideanna chathair Tule.
- Bhuel, is fĂ©idir sin. Ach go dtĂ seo nĂl aon rud go hĂĄirithe uafĂĄsach, ach amhĂĄin ciĂșnas ...
Go tobann, bhris an tollĂĄn agus thiomĂĄin an t-ardĂĄn isteach ar thrĂstĂ©al Ăseal a chuaigh thart ar an bhfochla nĂĄdĂșrtha. Ag bun an fochla bhĂ loch le dath bĂĄndearg aisteach. BhĂ sĂ© faoi lĂĄn seoil leis an saol robotic, scĂĄthanna doilĂ©ir na n-ochtapas meicniĂșla agus sceana mara flickered sa doimhneacht, agus uaireanta d'ardaigh go dtĂ an dromchla, bhfostĂș i lĂonraĂ de chĂĄblaĂ. Ach ba iad prĂomh-ĂĄitritheoirĂ an leachta nĂĄ pĂosaĂ bithmhaise gan cruth, ag lĂonadh beagnach toirt iomlĂĄn an locha agus ag dĂ©anamh cuma air mar shnĂĄmhĂĄn clĂșdaithe le hummocks. CĂșpla soicind ina dhiaidh sin dâaithin Max coirp an duine sna cromĂĄin seo, clĂșdaithe le sliogĂĄn tiubh ag fĂĄs as an uisce fĂ©in, cosĂșil le scannĂĄn ar glĂłthach.
- A Thiarna, a nightmare! - DĂșirt Boris i turraing, reoite leis an buidĂ©al ardaithe go dtĂ a bhĂ©al.
Rinne an t-ardån ciorcal timpeall go mall ar an limistéar uisce, agus taobh thiar den fhochla seo bhà an chéad cheann eile le feiceåil cheana féin, agus ansin leathnaigh enfilade iomlån de swamps pinkish amach roimh an radharc turraing na cuairteoirà neamhullmhaithe go Dreamland.
âBithfholctha nua dĂreach le taraif shaor dĂłibh siĂșd nach bhfuil go hĂĄirithe squeamish,â a mhĂnigh Grieg le guth gan dath. â SnĂĄmhann cĂĄblaĂ agus rĂłdairĂ an phrĂomhghrĂ©asĂĄin sa colloid, agus is comhĂ©adan mĂłilĂneach grĂșpa Ă© an colloid fĂ©in a nascann go huathoibrĂoch cibĂ© duine atĂĄ ann.
âTĂĄ sĂșil agam nĂĄr shnĂĄmh mĂ© ann seo.â
- BhĂ ââordĂș saincheaptha daor agat, chomh fada agus a thuigim, uimh.
- Phew, mothaĂonn sĂ© nĂos fearr. Cuireann cruimheanna Colorado i gcuimhne dom i bprĂłca, rud a chuir mo sheanmhĂĄthair iachall orm a bhailiĂș ag a dacha. An vile cĂ©anna, sloda swarming.
âStop up, Max,â a dâĂ©iligh Boris. - TĂĄ mĂ© ar tĂ pucĂĄil.
- Sea, rachaimid dĂreach ansin... Ar mhaith leat snĂĄmh a dhĂ©anamh?
Rinne Boris fuaim gurgling amhrasach mar fhreagra.
âMura mbeadh an toirmeasc ann, bheadh ââââfĂseĂĄn taifeadta agam Ăłn tslis agus Ă© a phostĂĄil ar an IdirlĂon chun aislingeoirĂ nua a dhĂspreagadh.
âNĂĄ leomh duit,â dâĂ©irigh Grig buartha. âBeidh muid pĂłg as an obair as seo.â
- Sea, tuigim.
âChomh maith leis sin, tarlaĂonn rudaĂ nĂos uafĂĄsacha fĂłs dâandĂșiligh drugaĂ, ach nĂ chuireann sĂ© sin bac ar Ă©inne.
Chlaon Max le haontĂș, ach an t-am ar fad a bhĂ an t-ardĂĄn ag tiomĂĄint feadh na seascann bĂĄndearga, chuaigh Grig ar a shuaimhneas agus rinne sĂ© iarracht ar bhealach Ă©igin bac a chur ar rĂ©imse radhairc a lucht leanĂșna. Chuir sĂ© ar a suaimhneas nuair a chuaigh an t-ardĂĄn isteach san ardaitheoir lasta agus thosaigh sĂ© ag dul sĂos go dtĂ na leibhĂ©il nĂos Ăsle.
Ag an limistĂ©ar sĂłrtĂĄla os comhair an ardaitheoir, bhĂ roinnt ardĂĄn uathoibrĂoch le hualaĂ agus slua daoine i gĂșna feistis baggy ag fanacht leo cheana fĂ©in. BhĂ an slua i gceannas ar fhear rĂłthrom i rabhlaeir teicneoir grĂ©isceach. Ba iad seo na chĂ©ad daoine âbeoâ ar bhuail siad leo san ĂĄis stĂłrĂĄla. Ach bhĂ siad an-aisteach freisin, nĂor labhair aon duine nĂł fiĂș d'aistrigh sĂ© Ăł chos go cos, sheas gach duine agus stĂĄnadh isteach sa spĂĄs. NĂor bhog ach an teicneoir, slapped a liopaĂ tiubh, bhog sĂ© a mhĂ©ar os a chomhair, agus nuair a chonaic sĂ© Grieg, shĂn sĂ© a lapa chuige le haghaidh croitheadh ââlĂĄimhe. Thug Max faoi deara a chuid tairnĂ salach gan gearrtha.
- Conas atĂĄ tĂș, Edik? â a dâfhiafraigh Griog go hintinneach.
- Ar fheabhas mar i gcĂłnaĂ. Anseo tĂĄim ag tabhairt ĂĄr gcodladh go cĂșram leighis. Agus cĂĄ bhfaighidh siad na galair seo, go luĂonn siad ann agus nĂ dhĂ©anann siad rud diabhal, agus anseo tĂĄimid ag obair go dian ar a son. Gheobhaidh cailliĂșnaithe truamhĂ©alacha, fiĂș amhĂĄin sa bhithbhathĂĄn, bealach chun a gcuid sciataĂ a chaitheamh amach.
Chlaon Grieg dĂreach chomh hindĂreach cĂ©anna mar fhreagra ar an tirade dothuigthe.
- FĂ©ach leat, tĂĄ sĂ© in am dĂșinn dul.
- Mar sin, tĂĄ na dreamers? An fĂ©idir iad a dhĂșiseacht? â BhĂ ionadh ar Max.
âA bhrionglĂłidĂ, imigh leat,â a chuaigh Edik i gcomharbacht air agus Ă© ag maĂomh go neamhghnĂĄthach leis an seanfhear maol is gaire dĂł ar an leiceann. "AislingeoirĂ saor, an cineĂĄl a shiĂșlann fiĂș tar Ă©is bhĂĄis."
âLig dĂșinn dul,â chroith Grig a lĂĄmh chun a chompĂĄnaigh a dhreapadh ar an ardĂĄn. âTĂĄ siad tiomĂĄinte ag rialĂș coirp, nĂ bhĂonn siad ar an eolas faoi rud ar bith agus nĂ bheidh cuimhne acu ar rud ar bith tar Ă©is dĂłibh filleadh ar an mbithfholcadh.
"Agus is dĂłigh liom go gcuimhneoidh siad," chuir saill Edik bac ar chonair an ardĂĄin agus d'Ă©irigh sĂ© go gĂ©illiĂșil. â DĂșirt dochtĂșir amhĂĄin liom go bhfuil sĂ© cosĂșil le aisling a fheiceĂĄil nach fĂ©idir leo fĂ©in aon rud a dhĂ©anamh. Samhlaigh go bhfuil mĂ© mar chuid de thromluĂ duine Ă©igin.
- TĂĄ sĂ© in am dĂșinn dul.
Threoraigh Grig an t-ardĂĄn ar chlĂ©, ach sheas Edik ina chosĂĄn arĂs.
- Come on, tĂĄ tĂș i Hurry i gcĂłnaĂ. NĂl aon deifir anseo. Agus tĂĄ a fhios agat an rud greannmhar, leanann siad mo gach ordĂș. Ar mhaith leat an A312 a fheiceĂĄil ag ardĂș a chos dheas anois?
Bhog Edik a lĂĄmha os comhair a shrĂłn agus chrom an seanfhear maol a chos ar a ghlĂșine go gĂ©archĂșiseach.
- NĂl ach an rud is mĂł a overdo sĂ©, ar shlĂ eile leathcheann amhĂĄin caillte le dĂ©anaĂ dhĂĄ gealaĂ. Chuir mĂ© iad i mĂłd a leanĂșint, agus marcaĂocht mĂ© ar an ardĂĄn agus thit chodladh. Bhuel, fiĂș amhĂĄin sa saol, nĂ shineann siad le hintiĂșlacht, ach anseo go ginearĂĄlta ... chaith siad leath lĂĄ ag cuardach a dhĂ©anamh orthu... Chuir tĂș do chos sĂos.
Chuir Edik patted ar an seanfhear ar an ghualainn gan aithne nĂos lĂș. Ba lĂ©ir nach raibh an fhaisnĂ©is ag Grieg chun an choirt i gceart agus an bealach a ghlanadh.
- Ar mhaith leat roinnt spraoi a bheith agat?
- NĂ hea! â Chroith GrĂĄig a cheann le faitĂos.
- Ăist, a chara! - ThĂĄinig Boris chun an tarrthĂĄla. âTĂĄ spraoi againn, tĂĄimid ar thuras, ar ndĂłigh, ach tĂĄ tĂș ar an mbealach.â
âNĂl mĂ© ag cur isteach ort, de ghnĂĄth nĂ bhĂonn aon rud le feiceĂĄil anseo, ach seandaoine agus daoine ar meisce, ach inniu tĂĄ roinnt samplaĂ maithe.â
âFeicim nach seasann Dreamland i ndĂĄirĂre ar shearmanas lena chliaint,â thug Max faoi deara go cantalach.
â BĂonn gach cineĂĄl bainisteoirĂ agus rĂłbĂłnna ar searmanas le cliaint. Cad, an bhfuil cliaint agam? PĂosaĂ dĂșr feola. âGo ginearĂĄlta, is cuma liom,â a dĂșirt Edik le gĂĄire magadh. âAch nĂ fear daor mĂ©, is fĂ©idir liom buidĂ©al beorach a roinnt le mo chairde.â
- Comhroinn?
- Sea, tĂĄ cĂłip mhaith inniu, molaim Ă©. A503, tĂĄ Marie trĂ bliana is daichead dâaois.
Tharraing Edik ar aghaidh bean shĂĄsta, shabby, nach raibh, ĂĄfach, tar Ă©is a ĂĄilleacht roimhe seo a chailleadh go hiomlĂĄn.
- Beirt leanaĂ, bhĂ anailĂsĂ airgeadais i roinnt corparĂĄide fucking. A soith saibhir, i mbeagĂĄn focal, ach fuair sĂ hooked ar drugaĂ, a fear cĂ©ile agairt an chuid is mĂł den mhaoin, agus na leanaĂ a thabhairt suas uirthi. Ar deireadh dar crĂoch suas anseo. Mar sin, ar ndĂłigh, sags gach rud beagĂĄn, ach cad tits, iad a sheiceĂĄil amach.
D'fhĂĄg Edik a chuid gĂșna go neamhchasta agus scaoil sĂ© amach a chuid tits mhĂłra bĂĄna.
âMar sin tĂĄimid ag imeacht,â fuair Grieg a imthacaĂ agus, le ainliĂș marcra, thiomĂĄin sĂ© timpeall an tslua, ag glanadh pasĂĄiste isteach sa tollĂĄn.
Ar feadh soicind, froze Max, a bhĂ©al oscailte i iontas, agus bhĂ an t-ardĂĄn rolladh sĂos an bĂłthar cheana fĂ©in. ThĂĄinig Max amach as a stupor agus dâionsaigh sĂ© Grieg.
- Stop, ĂĄit! NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn glaoch ar an tSeirbhĂs SlĂĄndĂĄla, cad a cheadaĂonn an anchĂșinse seo Ă© fĂ©in a dhĂ©anamh!
âNĂ hea, nĂ dhĂ©anfaimid ach am a chur amĂș,â chroith Grig a cheann.
- Stop!
Rinne Max iarracht an roth lĂĄimhe a rialĂș, agus choinnigh Grieg ar ais Ă© mar ab fhearr a dâfhĂ©adfadh sĂ©.
- Stop sé, tåimid ag dul a tuairteåla åit éigin.
- Stop cad Ă©? Cas ar ais!
â Faoin am a fhillfimid, faoin am a fhanaimid ar an Satharn, rachaidh uair an chloig thart agus nĂ bheidh am againn an obair a dhĂ©anamh. Agus cad a chuirfimid faoi bhrĂĄid na Comhairle SlĂĄndĂĄla: ĂĄr bhfocal ina choinne?
- Cad is focal, tĂĄ ceamaraĂ i ngach ĂĄit.
âNĂ thaispeĂĄnfaidh aon duine na taifeadtaĂ dĂșinn agus nĂ chruthĂłidh muid faic.â
- Cad mar sin, lig don gabhar seo leanĂșint ar aghaidh ag spraoi?!
âMax, dĂ©an dearmad air, bĂodh beoir agat,â thĂĄinig Boris chun tarrthĂĄla. âRoghnaigh na haislingeoirĂ seo a gcinniĂșint fĂ©in.
- NĂĄ bac leis! NĂ dhĂ©anann Dreamland monatĂłireacht ar a chuid fostaithe ar chor ar bith. CĂĄ bhfuil a seirbhĂs slĂĄndĂĄla ĂĄ lorg? Gach mar an gcĂ©anna, a luaithe is cosĂșil leis an lĂonra, beidh mĂ© ag scrĂobh sĂos lĂĄithreach nĂ an SB, ach na pĂłilĂnĂ Tule.
NĂ raibh Grig ach ag osna go mĂłr mar fhreagra.
- Bhuel, socrĂłidh tĂș do chomrĂĄdaĂ, mar nĂ thuigeann tĂș.
-Cé atå mé chun a chur ar bun?
"BunĂłidh tĂș Grig, agus sinne freisin." Smaoinigh duit fĂ©in, an dtaitnĂonn poiblĂocht a leithĂ©id de scĂ©al le Dreamland? Tabharfar aire do chailliĂșint na gcliant, agus bâfhĂ©idir fiĂș cĂĄs dlĂ dĂreach. Cinnte beidh caidreamh le Telecom ag fulaingt, Ăłs rud Ă© go seolann sĂ© fostaithe macĂĄnta den sĂłrt sin. Agus ansin, an dĂłigh leat go dtabharfar teastas agus bĂłnas do na fostaithe macĂĄnta seo? NĂł an mbeidh siad ag crochadh na madraĂ go lĂ©ir orthu? CĂ© chomh beag atĂĄ tĂș?
- Bhuel, nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn glaoch ar an tSeirbhĂs SlĂĄndĂĄla. Lig dĂłibh an Edik seo a thine go ciĂșin ar a laghad agus iniĂșchadh inmheĂĄnach de chineĂĄl Ă©igin a dhĂ©anamh.
- Sea, is cinnte go ndĂ©anfaidh siad amhlaidh. Agus cuirfidh siad tine ar an leathcheann seo, agus ina ĂĄit tĂłgfaidh siad ceann eile, nĂos measa fĂłs. NĂ fheicim an pointe sna gluaiseachtaĂ seo.
âSin mar a labhraĂonn gach duine, agus sin an fĂĄth go suĂfimid go deo i praiseach iomlĂĄn.â
âNĂ bheidh an t-asal nĂos lĂș toisc go mbeidh gach duine ag rith timpeall agus a shĂșile ag bulging.â Uaireanta tĂĄ sĂ© nĂos fearr dearmad a dhĂ©anamh ar gach rud agus dearmad a dhĂ©anamh air, dĂ©anfaidh tĂș nĂos lĂș trioblĂłide. FĂ©ach, is dĂłcha go raibh na dreamers seo go lĂ©ir ag iarraidh an domhan a athrĂș chun feabhais. Agus cĂ©n ĂĄit ar thug sĂ© seo iad? MĂĄ shĂĄbhĂĄlann tĂș an domhan ar fad, scriosfaidh Dreamland do ghairm bheatha freisin.
- Tå mé ag déileåil go maith liom féin go dtà seo, gan Dreamland.
- CĂ©n chiall?
âSea, chabhraigh mĂ© leis an Martian Arthur a chaidreamh le Laura a fheabhsĂș chomh mĂłr sin go bhfuil eagla orm roimh mo ghairm bheatha mar is khan mĂ©.â
- Dubhairt Art so leat.
- NĂl, tĂĄ sĂ© ina Martian dea-bhĂ©asach. Ach fiĂș mĂĄ thuig sĂ© agus forgave, d'fhan iarmhar, mar a deir siad.
- FĂ©ach leat, ach scĂth a ligean. An mbeidh roinnt beorach agat?
- Ceart go leor, dul ar aghaidh. TĂĄ seasamh saoil Ă©ighnĂomhach de shaghas Ă©igin agat.
âDĂ©anaim measĂșnĂș go sober ar mo chumais, murab ionann agus cuid acu. Seachas a bheith ag fuchsias mar amadĂĄn ar mhaithe le leasanna daoine eile, nach fearr maireachtĂĄil ar mhaithe le do phlĂ©isiĂșr fĂ©in?
- Is dĂłcha go ndeir an anchĂșinse sin Edik an rud cĂ©anna.
Boris dĂreach shrugged a ghuaillĂ fealsĂșnach.
âNĂl mĂ© ag baint le haon duine, mairim agus nĂ chuirim isteach ar shaol daoine eile.â
Shroich an t-ardĂĄn pointe deiridh an bhealaigh ar deireadh. Stop sĂ os comhair doras cruach ag deireadh marbh gearr. Taobh thiar de bhĂ ionad sonraĂ mĂłr. Rinne na sraitheanna fada de chaibinĂ©id chomhionanna sĂșile Max a dhalladh. BhĂ sĂ© sĂĄch fionnuar; oiriĂșntĂłirĂ aer agus aerĂĄil comh-aireachta hummed beagnach inaudibly ar an tsĂleĂĄil. D'oscail Grieg an comh-aireachta le rĂłdairĂ agus cheangail sĂ© leo an ceann is slĂĄintiĂșla de na boscaĂ a tugadh. Agus cheangail sĂ© Ă© fĂ©in, ar deireadh chaill sĂ© an nasc nach bhfuil go hĂĄirithe cobhsaĂ cheana fĂ©in leis an domhan lasmuigh. Nuair a fiafraĂodh de cad ba cheart do na cinn eile a dhĂ©anamh, chaith sĂ© sĂos an lĂ©arĂĄid cheangail agus dhĂrigh sĂ© ar cheann de na caibinĂ©id freastalaĂ. Ba Ă© Max go prĂomha a bhĂ air dul i ngleic leis an gcomhthionĂłl, toisc gur sheachain Boris, i gcomhrĂ©ir leis na prionsabail a luadh roimhe seo, gnĂomhaĂocht oibre. Shuigh sĂ© go compordach ar an urlĂĄr in aice leis na boscaĂ oscailte agus, idir comhrĂĄ agus beoir a Ăłl, uaireanta d'Ă©irigh leis an cĂĄbla nĂł an scriĂșire riachtanach a thabhairt ar lĂĄimh.
Bhog Grieg isteach ansin chun na haonaid lochtacha a athsholĂĄthar. Agus ansin chuaigh sĂ© ar ais isteach ina shaol iarainn dĂșnta.
- Boredom. Boryan, ar mhaith leat a chur ar siĂșl? â Mhol Max.
- An ĂĄit Ă© seo le haghaidh siĂșlĂłidĂ taitneamhach? Suigh sĂos agus Ăłl beoir.
- Sea, nĂ mĂłr dom dul go dtĂ an leithreas fĂłs. Nach rachaidh tĂș?
âBeidh mĂ© ann ar ball, ar eagla go mbeidh cabhair ag teastĂĄil Ăł Grig.â MĂĄ thagann aislingeoirĂ amach as na bith-folctha go tobann, bĂ cĂșramach nach ndĂ©anann siad greim ort.
â TĂĄ gairleog agus airgead liom.
- Nå déan dearmad ar an gcuaille Crann Creathach.
Go fortunately, bhĂ an leithreas suite ag deireadh marbh, agus mar sin nĂ raibh gĂĄ le fĂĄnaĂocht a dhĂ©anamh ar feadh i bhfad timpeallaithe ag sarcophagi ominous. Stop Max os comhair an dorais chuig an ionad sonraĂ agus Ă© in amhras faoi. âMĂĄ thagann mĂ© isteach, beidh orm cabhrĂș le Grig, beoir a bheith agam le Boris agus dul abhaile i gceann cĂșpla uair an chloig. Agus nuair a fhillfidh mĂ© beidh orm ticĂ©ad a cheannach go MoscĂł, gheall mĂ© do Masha agus nĂl aon chĂșis intuigthe agam moill a chur ar a thuilleadh. Anois an deis dheireanach a fhĂĄil amach cad a chonaic mĂ© i mo bhrionglĂłid Martian, a cheap sĂ©. - NĂl ach seans caol, tĂĄ mĂ© anseo, agus Tiarna na scĂĄthanna ann trĂd an ghloine lorg. NĂł an mise tiarna na scĂĄthanna? Agus cad atĂĄ i gceist leis an ifreann: is cosĂșil go raibh tĂș ag iarraidh fĂ©iniĂșlacht nua a chruthĂș duit fĂ©in agus chuaigh tĂș beagĂĄn thar fĂłir. Cuirfidh an frĂĄsa seo isteach orm go dtĂ deireadh mo laethanta. Caithfidh mĂ© a chinntiĂș gur mise mise, go bhfuil mo phearsantacht fĂor, nĂł an fhĂrinne uafĂĄsach a fhĂĄil amach.â
ShiĂșil Max go tuisceanach an caoga mĂ©adar chuig an mbealach amach chuig an bprĂomhshreabhadh. BhĂ sĂ© nĂos mĂł ar trastomhas, dĂreach chomh ciĂșin agus dorcha. Agus nĂ chuireann fiĂș lĂĄithreacht na mĂlte coirp gan gluaiseacht mĂłrĂĄn brĂș ar an inchinn a thuilleadh. ShiĂșil sĂ© go dtĂ an biobath is gaire. ClĂșdaĂodh a chlĂșdach plaisteach, in ainneoin atmaisfĂ©ar rialaithe an cruinneachĂĄn, le sraith tanaĂ deannaigh. Scuab Max an deannach ar shiĂșl lena mhuinĂl agus chonaic sĂ© a mhachnamh doilĂ©ir. Chlaon sĂ© nĂos Ăsle le piaraĂ isteach ina aghaidh saobhadh fĂ©in as an ghloine lorg agus, go tobann, bhraith brĂș beag Ăłn taobh eile den chlĂșdach. Chuaigh sĂ© ar ais in uafĂĄs chuig an mballa thall agus chuaigh sĂ© siar go dtĂ gur stop a bhun i gcoinne biotub eile. âCome on, nĂ thosaĂonn apocalypses zombie mar sin. Na gnĂĄthghluaiseachtaĂ rĂomhchlĂĄraithe den chorp ionas nach ndĂ©anann sĂ© atrophy, fuair mĂ© rud Ă©igin a raibh eagla orm roimhe. Mar sin fĂ©in, bhraith Max a chroĂ ag bualadh ina chluasa agus nĂ raibh sĂ© in ann Ă© fĂ©in a thabhairt chun breathnĂș isteach sa bhith-folctha sin arĂs. âStop gach rud! NĂ fhĂ©adfaidh aon Sonny Dimons teacht ag bualadh ar an taobh eile. FĂ©ach isteach sa biobath, dĂ©an cinnte nach bhfuil an ghloine lorg ann, tĂ©igh go MoscĂł agus maireachtĂĄil go sona sĂĄsta."
D'fhill Max ar an biotub agus, d'fhonn gan a bheith ag fulaingt ar feadh i bhfad, d'fhĂ©ach sĂ© taobh istigh lĂĄithreach. NĂor bhog aon duine isteach, ach anois chonaic sĂ© lĂĄmha an aislingeora, a bhĂ brĂșite go dtĂ an clĂșdach fĂ©in. Dâiompaigh sĂ© ar ais i buile, ach tar Ă©is nĂłimĂ©id de chaitheamh agus de chasadh chuir sĂ© iallach air fĂ©in dul ar ais arĂs. NĂ raibh na lĂĄmha ach ag crochadh taobh istigh go randamach, bhĂ siad dĂrithe ar an treo Ăłna thĂĄinig siad. âNĂł an bhfeictear domsa go bhfuil siad dĂrithe ar ĂĄit Ă©igin? TĂĄ sĂ© nonsens!" - cheap Max. âLĂ©ireoidh na scĂĄthanna an bealach duit,â a dâeascair as doimhneacht a chuimhne. âĂ, sruthĂĄn Ă© go lĂ©ir le lasair ghorm, leanfaidh mĂ© an comhartha ceaptha seo. Beidh ort casadh ar ais ag an gcĂ©ad fhorc eile ar aon nĂłs."
ThĂĄinig an chĂ©ad fhorc timpeall cĂ©ad mĂ©adar ina dhiaidh sin, nĂor chuimhnigh Max a thuilleadh ar thĂĄinig siad as sin nĂł nach raibh. ScrĂșdaigh sĂ© na bith-folctha go lĂ©ir in aice lĂĄimhe agus fuair sĂ© amach beagnach lĂĄithreach comhartha eile de ghĂ©aga ag treoir dĂł bogadh dĂreach. Mhothaigh Max arĂs buille croĂ frantach agus braistint eagla ag dul i mĂ©id, mar a bhĂ roimh lĂ©im paraisiĂșit, cĂ© nach bhfuil an duibheagĂĄn faoi do chosa feicthe agat fĂłs, ach tĂĄ an t-eitleĂĄn ar crith cheana fĂ©in, tĂĄ na hinnill ag roaring, agus an teagascĂłir ag tabhairt an treoracha seo caite. Rith sĂ© beagnach go dtĂ an crosbhealach eile. BhĂ orainn casadh ar chlĂ© ansin. Rith sĂ© nĂos tapĂșla agus nĂos tapĂșla, as anĂĄil, ach gan mothĂș tuirseach. Is Ă© an t-aon bhuille machnaimh ina cheann mar leamhĂĄn ar lasadh i lasair: âCĂĄ bhfuil na daoine leath-mharbh seo ag gabhĂĄil dom?â DhĂĄ nĂłimĂ©ad ina dhiaidh sin fuair sĂ© Ă© fĂ©in ar an tuirlingt os comhair an ardaitheoir.
Stop Max chun a anĂĄil a ghabhĂĄil agus bhĂ ionadh air nuair a fuair sĂ© amach go raibh sĂ© clĂșdaithe le allais. âCaithfidh tĂș ar a laghad na pointĂ a mharcĂĄil ar an lĂ©arscĂĄil, nĂł nĂ bheidh a fhios agat riamh. NĂł bheadh ââsĂ© nĂos sĂĄbhĂĄilte marc fĂor a fhĂĄgĂĄil ar an mballa ionas go bhfaighidh siad mĂ© nĂos dĂ©anaĂ. Ach cad dĂreach? Is cosĂșil go gcaithfidh sĂ© a bheith le mo chuid fola fĂ©in.â Chas Max sĂos beagĂĄn agus d'fhill sĂ© ar an tollĂĄn chun leideanna a lorg. LĂ©irigh duine de na brionglĂłidĂ Ăł dhoimhneacht an bhithbath gotha ââceithre mhĂ©ar rĂ©asĂșnta maith. LĂ©irigh an painĂ©al san ardaitheoir go raibh sĂ© ar leibhĂ©al lĂșide a seacht. Roghnaigh Max go muinĂneach lĂșide ceithre agus bhĂ sĂ© beagĂĄn sĂĄsta go raibh na scĂĄthanna ĂĄ threorĂș suas agus nĂ sĂos. Cinnte, chun an flesh milis a bhlaiseadh, thĂłgfadh zombies ocrach Ă© chuig an dungeon is doimhne agus is uafĂĄsach.
Tar Ă©is an t-ardaitheoir, thĂĄinig deireadh lena siĂșlĂłid go han-tapa i seomra a lĂonadh le sraitheanna cathaoireacha. D'fhĂ©ach sĂ© cosĂșil le seomra feithimh, ach amhĂĄin in ionad na bpaisinĂ©irĂ, bhĂ na suĂochĂĄin ĂĄitithe ag torsos indifferent i cĂłtaĂ bĂĄn. BhĂ ciĂșnas mĂnĂĄdĂșrtha ann do stĂĄisiĂșin traenach agus aerfoirt. Chuaigh roinnt daoine in rabhlaeir an teicneoir ar seachrĂĄn idir na sraitheanna. DâfhĂ©ach siad le hiontas ar Max as anĂĄil, ach nĂ raibh a dtuiscint atrophied dualgais le feiceĂĄil go leor chun tĂșs a cheistiĂș. Chinn Max gan aird a tharraingt agus chuaigh sĂ© chuig ceann de na meaisĂnĂ caife, ag an am cĂ©anna ag racĂĄil a inchinn chun an chĂ©ad chomhartha eile a fhĂĄil. âDia do na daoine mĂłrthimpeall orm tosĂș ag tabhairt comharthaĂ ĂĄirithe dom. Is dĂłcha go dtiocfaidh fiĂș an fhoireann phlegmatic ĂĄitiĂșil trĂd seo.â Ag an gunna meaisĂn thĂĄinig sĂ© aghaidh le duine le saill Edik.
- Ă, cad daoine! â Baineadh geit as Edik. -CĂĄd atĂĄ tĂș ag dĂ©anamh anseo?
âMar sin bhĂ mĂ© ag iarraidh roinnt caife a fhĂĄil, oibrĂmid in aice lĂĄimhe.â
Thosaigh Max ag cuardach a phĂłcaĂ go fĂochmhar le haghaidh cĂĄrta rĂ©amhĂoctha. NĂ raibh an meaisĂn ceangailte leis an lĂonra seachtrach. Ar ĂĄmharaĂ an tsaoil, fuair sĂ© cĂĄrta arbh fhiĂș cĂ©ad zits Ă©, a bhĂ ina luĂ le fada i ndearmad i bpĂłca istigh a sheaicĂ©ad. Is dĂłcha gur luach saothair fiĂșntach Ă© seo as siĂșl timpeall na saorĂĄide stĂłrĂĄla.
- Agus seo mĂ© ag treorĂș an chĂ©ad bhaisc eile ar ais. NĂl fiĂș am a ithe.
Lean Edik air ag seasamh mar dhrumadĂłir lĂ©iriĂșchĂĄin. Bhreathnaigh Max ar a ghrĂșpa siĂșlĂłirĂ codlata le beagĂĄn comhbhĂĄ. âTĂĄ an t-ĂĄdh dearg oraibh,â a cheap sĂ©. Chuir mothĂș dĂ©jĂ vu de shaghas Ă©igin orm breathnĂș nĂos gĂ©ire ar na haghaidheanna gan gluaiseacht. âCait naofa! TĂĄ sĂ© seo cinnte dĂł! Philip Kochura bhĂ maol, glan-shaven, ach a wrinkles agus bhĂĄite leicne a bhĂ so-aitheanta, amhail is dĂĄ mbeadh sĂ© ina shuĂ fĂłs ag an fhuinneog an traein, ina bhfuil na tĂrdhreacha reddish an dromchla Martian flashed ag, agus gearĂĄn faoina cinniĂșint deacair. .
-CĂĄ raibh tĂș gor?
- mĂ©? Sea, mar sinâŠâ CĂĄin Max go pras a dhĂșnadh mitten. "SĂlim go bhfaca mĂ© ceann de na dudes seo." Bhuel, ann, sa saol fĂor.
- CĂ©ard atĂĄ mĂcheart? NĂ fheicfidh tĂș buille faoi thuairim cĂ© acu de do chairde atĂĄ ag gobadh amach. NĂ hearĂłin Ă©. BâfhĂ©idir gur comharsa nĂł iarscolĂĄire Ă©. NĂ bheadh ââââmĂ© riamh tar Ă©is smaoineamh ar chuid acu, ach chrĂochnaigh siad anseo.
- Phil, an cuimhin leat mé?
ThĂĄinig Max gar do Phil agus stĂĄn sĂ© isteach ina shĂșile, faoi gheasa. D'fhan Phil go nĂĄdĂșrtha ciĂșin marfach.
- Eh, a dhearthĂĄir, an dĂłigh leat i ndĂĄirĂre go gcloisfidh sĂ© thĂș? â gĂĄire Edik condescendingly.
-Nach bhfuil cead agam labhairt leis?
"TĂĄ sĂ© nĂos Ă©asca splurge le gunna meaisĂn nĂĄ leis." NĂ thuigeann tĂș i ndĂĄirĂre nach bhfuil siad anseo le fada an lĂĄ.
âDĂșirt tĂș fĂ©in liom go bhfuil aisling acu agus sin go lĂ©ir.â
- NĂ fios duit cad a fheiceann siad ann. Is fĂ©idir leat Ă© a athrĂș go rialĂș gutha. Ansin dĂ©anfaidh sĂ© comhrĂĄ leat, ar bhealach Ă©igin... Agus cĂ© hĂ© leatsa?
- Mar sin eolach. An fĂ©idir leat aistriĂșchĂĄn?
- Bhuel, Ăł tharla gur aithne mĂ©, shĂl mĂ© rud Ă©igin dĂĄirĂre... TĂĄ sĂ© in am againn stompĂĄil ar an mbainki, agus de rĂ©ir na dtreoracha, nĂlimid chun iad a tharraingt rĂł-mhĂłr.
â NĂ de rĂ©ir na dtreoracha? CĂ© a dĂ©arfadh!
- Cad Ă©, an dĂłigh leat go bhfuil mĂ© ag sĂĄrĂș na dtreoracha? â D'fhiosraigh Edik aer na neamhchiontachta ciontaithe. â An dĂłigh leat go n-Ă©istfidh mĂ© go socair lena leithĂ©id de lĂomhaintĂ gan bhunĂșs? Go nĂ©irĂ leat.
âCad Ă© bastaird beag sleamhain, gruama,â a shĂl Max le disgust.
- NĂ chuirim an milleĂĄn ort as rud ar bith. NĂ fhaca mĂ© ach cara, tĂĄ sĂ© suimiĂșil a fhĂĄil amach uaidh conas a chrĂochnaigh sĂ© anseo. Cad iad na drochrudaĂ a tharlĂłidh mĂĄ aistrĂonn tĂș chuig rialĂș gutha?
- Sea, rud ar leith, ach nach bhfuil tĂș i d'fhostaĂ de Dreamland. CĂ© a fhios cad a ordĂłidh tĂș dĂł, huh?
- An bhfuil sé dodhéanta go hiomlån?
- Is baol Ă© seo ...
Chlaon Max agus thug sé an cårta do Edik.
- Is rud uasal é riosca. Tå céad zits anseo.
PhlĂ©asc solas sanntach lĂĄithreach i sĂșile Edik, ĂĄfach, lĂ©irigh sĂ© rabhadh gan choinne don chineĂĄl seo.
â Chuir tĂș an cĂĄrta ar an meaisĂn. CĂ© go bhfuil cupĂĄn caife agam, tĂĄ an leithreas, nĂl ceamaraĂ ann. B'fhĂ©idir gur fĂ©idir leat bean Ă©igin a ghlacadh fĂłs? Ceart go leor, ceart go leor, nĂĄ fĂ©ach ormsa mar sin, cĂ© mise chun blas daoine eile a mheas.
Ghreann Max a chuid fiacla, ach d'fhan sé ina thost go béasach.
- Tå B032 i mód, tå deich nóiméad agat agus nà soicind eile.
âB032, lean mĂ©,â dâordaigh Max go ciĂșin.
D'iompaigh Phil go gĂ©illiĂșil agus chuaigh sĂ© i muinĂn a ĂșinĂ©ara sealadach. NĂor cheadaigh modesty nĂĄdĂșrtha Max a bheith ina n-aonar le Phil i gceann de na bothanna. Go fortunately, bhĂ an leithreas go hiomlĂĄn folamh agus sĂșilĂneach le glaineacht pristine.
- Phil, an cuimhin leat mĂ©? Is mise Max, bhuaileamar le chĂ©ile ar an traein thart ar mhĂ Ăł shin? An comhrĂĄ faoi conas a chonaic tĂș scĂĄth i aisling Martian, cuimhnigh?
- Ah, Max, go dĂreach... Dream an-aisteach a bhĂ ann.
NĂor athraigh Phil a ghnĂșis aghaidhe agus chuaigh a radharc as lĂĄthair-mindedly wandering thart, ach labhair sĂ© go soilĂ©ir, cĂ© go han-mhall, ag tarraingt amach go mĂłr a chuid focal.
âNĂor cheap mĂ© go bhfeicfeĂĄ i mbrionglĂłid eile.â Chomh aisteachâŠ
- Is minic a dhĂ©antar rudaĂ aisteacha arĂs, go hĂĄirithe i mbrionglĂłidĂ.
- Sea, tĂĄ aisling mar sin ...
â Cad atĂĄ ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh agat ansin, i do shaol fĂor? FĂłs ag troid i gcoinne corparĂĄidĂ olc?
- Nope, bhĂ defeated corparĂĄidĂ i bhfad Ăł shin ... Anois, nĂl aon copyists agus arrachtaigh eile. TĂĄim ag forbairt cluichĂ... do phĂĄistĂ. TĂĄ teach mĂłr, teaghlach agam... TĂĄ mo thuismitheoirĂ ag teacht amĂĄrach, caithfidh mĂ© feoil mhaith a roghnĂș don bharbeiciĂș...
- Stop, Phil, faighim Ă©, tĂĄ ag Ă©irĂ go hiontach leat.
âDiabhal, cad faoi a bhfuil mĂ© ag caint! âCĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil na sonraĂ seo de dhĂth orm,â a cheap Max go cantalach. Le hiarracht toil, chuir sĂ© iallach air fĂ©in dĂriĂș.
- Phil, an cuimhin leat an teachtaireacht rĂșnda a d'ordaigh an scĂĄth a sheachadadh chuig TĂotĂĄn?
- Is cuimhin liom an teachtaireacht...
- DĂ©an arĂs Ă©.
- NĂ cuimhin liom an teachtaireacht... chuir tĂș ceist air seo cheana fĂ©in i do bhrionglĂłid dheireanach...
âCeart go leor, ceart go leor, ag cur san ĂĄireamh go bhfuil go leor airgid tugtha agam cheana fĂ©in do anchĂșinse ramhar chun prĂobhĂĄideacht a bheith agam le dreamĂłir glan agus borb, nĂ bheidh cuma nĂos dĂșr orm. NĂ raibh."
- Phil, an bhfuil tĂș fĂłs liom?
- Tå mé i mo chodladh, cå håit eile ar cheart dom a bheith ...
- An tĂ© a d'oscail na doirse, feiceann sĂ© go bhfuil an domhan gan deireadh. An tĂ© ar osclaĂodh na doirse dĂł, feiceann sĂ© saol gan deireadh.
DhĂrigh amharc Phil lĂĄithreach ar Max. Anois chaith sĂ© Ă© lena shĂșile, agus iad ag fĂ©achaint ar dhuine ar a mbraitheann ĂĄbhar na beatha agus an bhĂĄis.
- TĂĄ an eochair glactha. An teachtaireacht a phrĂłiseĂĄil. Fan.
DâĂ©irigh guth Phil briosc agus soilĂ©ir, ach go hiomlĂĄn gan dath.
â PrĂłiseĂĄil crĂochnaithe. Ar mhaith leat Ă©isteacht leis an teachtaireacht?
- Sea.
BhĂ an freagra beagnach do-chloiste mar gheall ar an bhfĂric go raibh bĂ©al Max tirim go tobann.
â TĂșs na teachtaireachta.
Rudy, tĂĄ gach rud imithe. NĂ mĂłr dom rith, ach tĂĄ eagla orm dul laistigh de mhĂle Ăłn spĂĄsport. TĂĄ gnĂomhairĂ Neurotek i ngach ĂĄit agus tĂĄ na sonraĂ go lĂ©ir acu ormsa. Fuair ââââna gnĂomhairĂ ĂĄr dtrealamh candamach, rud a rinne mĂ© iarracht a thĂłgĂĄil amach, is ar Ă©igean a d'Ă©alaigh mĂ© fĂ©in. Gabhann siad aon duine a dĂșisĂonn an t-amhras is lĂș agus cuireann siad taobh istigh amach Ă©. NĂ fĂ©idir le haon lamhĂĄltais nĂł dĂonta tĂș a shĂĄbhĂĄil. NĂ fheicim aon roghanna eile: beidh orm an cĂłras a mhĂșchadh. Sea, scriosfaidh sĂ© seo beagnach ĂĄr gcuid oibre go lĂ©ir, ach mĂĄ fhaigheann Neurotek na sĂnithe truicear, beidh sĂ© ina defeat deiridh. CruthĂłidh mĂ© pearsantacht eile dom fĂ©in agus rachaidh mĂ© isteach sa pholl is doimhne ar fĂ©idir liom a fhĂĄil. NĂ mĂłr duit fanacht go dtĂ go calms Neurotek sĂos beagĂĄn, agus ansin atosĂș ar an gcĂłras. Maidir le TĂotĂĄn, glac an t-am le do thoil chun na hamhrais atĂĄ agam fĂșt a bhfuil aithne agat orthu a sheiceĂĄil. TĂĄ mĂ© cinnte nach bhfuil anseo ach paranĂłia. Thug duine Ă©igin anonn go Neurotek sinn agus nĂorbh fhĂ©idir leis na scĂĄileanna Ă© a dhĂ©anamh, cĂ© nach bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ©, ar ndĂłigh, ach fĂłs... Nuair a fhilleann tĂș ar Mars, nĂĄ hĂșsĂĄid ĂĄr ngnĂĄthbhealaĂ cumarsĂĄide, tĂĄ siad ar fad rĂł-nochta. DĂ©an teagmhĂĄil liom trĂ Dreamland. Mar rogha dheireanach, mĂĄ shroicheann Neurotek aisling na Martian, tiocfaidh mĂ© fĂ©in nĂł duine de mo scĂĄthanna chuig barra Golden Scorpion i gceantar an chĂ©ad lonnaĂocht ag 19 GMT agus ordĂłidh trĂ amhrĂĄn Doors ar an jukebox san ord seo a leanas. : âMoonlightâ Driveâ, âStrange Daysâ, âSoul Kitchenâ. Cuir an barra seo faoi fhaireachas. TĂĄ sĂ© seo go lĂ©ir. Scrios an cĂșirĂ©ireachta tar Ă©is an teachtaireacht a fhĂĄil, tĂĄ a fhios agam cĂ© mhĂ©ad nach dtaitnĂonn modhanna den sĂłrt sin leat, ach nĂ fĂ©idir linn fiĂș an riosca Ăosta a Ăoc.
Deireadh na teachtaireachta. TĂĄ an cĂșirĂ©ireachta ag fanacht le tuilleadh treoracha.
âDâoibrigh sĂ©,â a cheap Max le meas, âan mĂ©id a dĂșirt sĂ©, barra an Golden Scorpion... Caithfimid Ă©isteacht leis arĂs.â
- Cac naofa, tabhair dom dhĂĄ! Cad a bhĂ sin? - thĂĄinig guth olc aithnid Ăłn taobh thiar.
Chas Max timpeall agus chonaic sé aghaidh lonrach agus an-såsta Edik.
- Gheall tĂș fanacht deich nĂłimĂ©ad.
- Cad a bhĂ sĂ© ag caint faoi ansin? AmhrĂĄn na TrĂ Doirse, deireadh an phoist. NĂor chuala mĂ© riamh cac strainsĂ©ir.
âCĂ© thug cead duit teacht isteach, a leathcheann?!â
Phl Fury Max. Theastaigh uaim an t-aghaidh saille a tharraingt as mo chos le mo chroĂ go lĂ©ir, gan smaoineamh ar na hiarmhairtĂ.
âBa cheart duit ar a laghad a thabhairt isteach sa bhoth, a dhearthĂĄir bhig.â Cad mĂ©? Theastaigh uaim seasamh ar mo gharda ionas nach gcuirfeadh aon duine isteach ort Ă©in ghrĂĄ. Agus cloisim boo-boo-boo, boo-boo-boo. Ach nâfheadar cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil sĂ© seo ag tarlĂș, tuigeann tĂș fĂ©in gur maoin rialtais Ă© seo.
- DĂ©an dearmad ar gach rud a chuala tĂș anseo.
- NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh tĂș dearmad air seo. Thairis sin, gabh mo leithscĂ©al, le do thoil, ach is cosĂșil go bhfuil mo bhrionglĂłid briste agat. Beidh orm Ă© seo a thuairisciĂș.
âNĂĄ dĂ©an dearmad tuairisc a thabhairt ar an gcaoi a lĂĄimhseĂĄlann tĂș fĂ©in maoin an rialtais.â
- NĂ fĂ©idir leat rud ar bith a chruthĂș, a dhearthĂĄir. Ach fiĂș mĂĄ chruthaĂonn tĂș Ă©, cuirfidh siad tine orm, is mĂłr an chailliĂșint Ă©. Beidh mĂ© brĂ©an le comhaontĂș na bpĂĄirtithe, an gceapann tĂș go bhfuil Dreamland de dhĂth le poiblĂocht a leithĂ©id de scĂ©alta. NĂĄ miste, tĂĄ fasaigh ann. Ach beidh do theachtaireacht rĂșnda le feiceĂĄil lĂĄithreach ar an IdirlĂon. Cad a bhĂ ann faoi Neurotek... Fan socair, a dhearthĂĄir, mĂĄ Ă©irĂonn tĂș neirbhĂseach, lĂ©imfidh an tslĂĄndĂĄil ar an toirt. Anseo, comhaireamh go deich. Is fĂ©idir leat teacht ar chomhaontĂș cairdiĂșil i gcĂłnaĂ.
ThĂĄinig crith beag ar lapaĂ Edik, go soilĂ©ir in oirchill bhĂĄisteach na gcrann, Eurocoins agus cistĂ neamh-fiat eile. Thuig Max go raibh sĂ© i dtrioblĂłid agus bhĂ mearbhall air. NĂor thuig sĂ© ar chor ar bith conas iallach a chur ar Edik fanacht ina thost, dĂreach mar nĂĄr gheall sĂ© iarmhairtĂ teachtaireacht Phil a phoibliĂș a thuar. ThĂĄinig an cinneadh lĂĄithreach, amhail is dĂĄ mba rud Ă©igin a chliceĂĄil i mo cheann.
âOrdĂș don chĂșirĂ©ireachta: taifead ĂomhĂĄ amhairc an ruda: Eduard Boborykin,â lĂ©igh Max an t-ainm ar an suaitheantas. - OibrĂonn sĂ© mar theicneoir ag saorĂĄid stĂłrĂĄla Thule-2 de chuid Dreamland Corporation. Ordaigh do gach scĂĄth sa aisling Martian deireadh a chur leis an rĂ©ad ag an gcĂ©ad deis.
- CĂłireĂĄil. Glacadh leis an ordĂș. TĂĄ an cĂșirĂ©ireachta ag fanacht le tuilleadh treoracha.
âTĂĄ mĂ© as, dĂ©an cinnte nach sruthĂĄn tĂș amach ag an obair,â a dĂșirt Max go fuar.
âTĂĄ tĂș ag magadh orm, a bhrĂĄithre, tĂĄ tĂș ag tabhairt mo thaispeĂĄntais dom, ceart?â NĂ fĂ©idir le dreamers aon rud a dhĂ©anamh i gcoinne rialĂș coirp. FĂ©ach, mĂșchfaidh mĂ© anois Ă© ...
Thosaigh Edik ag bogadh a lĂĄmha go fĂochmhar os a chomhair.
â OrdĂș chuig an cĂșirĂ©ireachta: bĂĄthadh an rud sa leithreas.
- CĂłireĂĄilâŠ
Rith Phil, gan a thuilleadh leisce, i dtreo Edik, rug an ghruaig air agus rinne sĂ© iarracht Ă© a ghlĂșine san aghaidh. Fuair ââââsĂ© ann casually; Ach nĂ raibh Edik chomh fada Ăł na healaĂona comhraic; ThĂĄinig Max suas taobh thiar dĂł agus chiceĂĄil ar a ghlĂșine le plĂ©isiĂșir. Chuaigh rud Ă©igin go mĂthaitneamhach ar a ghlĂșin nuair a chaill Edik a mheĂĄchan iomlĂĄn isteach san urlĂĄr tĂlithe.
"Ă, a fuck," a dĂșirt sĂ© go trua. - Fuck, lig dom dul, soith, ah-ah.
Tharraing Phil an conablach taobh na gruaige, ag iarraidh Ă© a jerk i dtreo an leithreas.
- Giorria, a dhearthåir, bhà mé ag magadh, bhà mé ag magadh, nà inseoidh mé d'éinne.
â OrdĂș don chĂșirĂ©ireachta: an t-ordĂș deiridh a chealĂș.
Reoite Phil ina ĂĄit, agus lean Edik ag rolladh ar an urlĂĄr, ag screadaĂl ag barr a ghutha.
âStop suas, a amadĂĄn,â hiss Max.
D'Ăsligh Edik a thĂłin go gĂ©illiĂșil, ag aistriĂș chuig caoineadh ciĂșin.
- A sluga dĂșr, nĂ thuigeann tĂș fiĂș cad a chuir tĂș isteach ort. ShĂnigh tĂș do bharĂĄntas bĂĄis fĂ©in.
- Cad pianbhreith bhĂĄis, dearthĂĄir! BhĂ mĂ© ag amadĂĄn thart, i ndĂĄirĂre, nĂ raibh mĂ© chun aon rud a insint. Bhuel, le do thoil... tĂĄ dearmad dĂ©anta agam ar gach rud cheana fĂ©in.
â OrdĂș don chĂșirĂ©ireachta: gach ordĂș roimhe seo a chealĂș. OrdĂș don chĂșirĂ©ireachta: scrios an teachtaireacht.
â TĂĄ sĂ© dodhĂ©anta Ă© a scriosadh gan rochtain ar an gcĂłras. Moltar an cĂșirĂ©ireachta a leachtĂș. Deimhnigh an leachtĂș?
- NĂ hea. OrdĂș chuig an cĂșirĂ©ireachta: in iĂșl do gach scĂĄthanna sa aisling Martian an t-ordĂș a bhailiĂș gach faisnĂ©is is fĂ©idir mar gheall ar an rĂ©ad, a ullmhĂș le haghaidh an leachtĂș an rĂ©ad. DĂ©an leachtĂș mar a ordaĂtear.
- CĂłireĂĄil. Glacadh leis an ordĂș.
- Fan, a dhearthåir, nà gå leachtuithe. Tå mé uaigh, I swear, go maith.
âBeidh siad ag faire ort, a bhata, nĂĄ dĂ©an iarracht aon rud dĂșr a dhĂ©anamh.â OrdĂș chuig an teachtaire: deireadh an tseisiĂșin.
Chuaigh Phil gan mhoill agus d'iompaigh sĂ© isteach ina iar-shiĂșlĂłir neamhdhĂobhĂĄlach.
- Agus tĂĄ, deir tĂș an focal âdearthĂĄirâ arĂs agus beidh do bhĂĄs an-phianmhar.
Thug Max slap deiridh ar Edik ar a cheann agus Ă© ag Ă©irĂ as a ghlĂșine agus ag fĂĄgĂĄil an tseomra le cĂ©im chinniĂșnach.
Thosaigh sĂ© ag rith taobh amuigh den doras agus nĂor stad sĂ© go dtĂ go raibh sĂ© ar ais san ardaitheoir. BhĂ a chroĂ rĂĄsaĂocht, agus a cheann i praiseach uafĂĄsach. âCad Ă© sin dĂreach anois!? Ceart go leor, lĂ©irigh na dreamers Ăłn ghloine lorg an bealach dom, ceart go leor, thug siad mĂ© go dtĂ an cĂșirĂ©ireachta, ceart go leor, thĂĄinig an eochair. Ach cĂ©n chaoi ar Ă©irigh liom imeaglĂș a dhĂ©anamh ar an bhfear saille seo chomh cliste sin? Is nerd fucking mĂ©, an Ă© seo an chaoi a n-oibrĂonn adrenaline? Sea, leagan iontach, mura mbeadh ann ach go mĂneodh sĂ© go deas an chaoi a bhfuil a fhios agam conas dĂ©ileĂĄil i gceart le teachtairĂ.â
Ag stopadh os comhair an dorais chruach chuig an ionad sonraĂ, d'fhĂ©ach Max ar a faire. BhĂ sĂ© imithe ar feadh thart ar daichead nĂłimĂ©ad. NĂor thug Grig aird fiĂș ar an moill, agus bhĂ Boris sĂĄsta go leor leis an leithscĂ©al faoin ngĂĄ le troid in aghaidh na zombies ionsaĂ ar an mbĂłthar agus an gealltanas a cheannach nĂos mĂł beorach. Ba Ă© an t-aon rud a chuir imnĂ orm nĂĄ an smaoineamh ar cĂ© chomh luath agus a bheadh ââsaint Edik i rĂ©im ar a bhac.
TĂĄ sĂ© thar a bheith mĂthaitneamhach cabhair a iarraidh Ăł dhaoine ar theip orthu cheana fĂ©in uair amhĂĄin. Ach uaireanta caithfidh tĂș. Mar sin nĂor aimsigh Max, agus Ă© ag smaoineamh ar thuras chuig limistĂ©ar an chĂ©ad lonnaĂochta, tar Ă©is dĂł roinnt tuarascĂĄlacha coireachta a lĂ©amh, rud ar bith nĂos fearr nĂĄ cabhair a iarraidh Ăł chomrĂĄdaĂ nĂos mĂł taithĂ. Agus b'Ă© Ruslan an t-aon aithne a d'fhĂ©adfaĂ a chur in amhras go raibh a leithĂ©id de thaithĂ aige.
D'fhreagair sĂ© beagnach lĂĄithreach, cĂ© gur ghlac an glaoch air le linn a scĂthe trĂĄthnĂłna. CĂłirithe i bathrobe, lounged sĂ© ar tolg leathan le bunch de piliĂșir, agus gan ach a mhĂ©ara, gan cabhair Ăł uirlisĂ seiftithe, bhris sĂ© gallchnĂłnna. BhĂ hookah lit ina sheasamh ar bhord Ăseal in aice lĂĄimhe.
- Salam, a dhearthĂĄir. I ndĂĄirĂre, bhĂ mĂ© ag sĂșil le do ghlao i bhfad nĂos luaithe.
Ar an drochuair, nĂor fhĂ©ach Ruslan go hĂĄirithe ciontach, mar a bhĂ sĂșil ag Max go rĂșnda.
- Go hiontach. Luaigh tĂș go bhfuil sliseanna agat a thaifeadann go hiomlĂĄn gach rud a fheiceann agus a chloiseann tĂș don chĂ©ad roinn.
Chuir tĂșs an chomhrĂĄ iontas ar Ruslan go suntasach. Ar a laghad chuir sĂ© a chuid cnĂłnna sĂos.
- Bhuel, a Max, nĂ fĂ©idir leat a shamhlĂș fiĂș cĂ©n sĂłrt trioblĂłide is fĂ©idir leat a chur isteach trĂ chomhrĂĄite den sĂłrt sin a thosĂș le duine ar bith.
- An bhfuil nĂł nach bhfuil?
- Braitheann sĂ© ar cĂ© hĂ© agus cĂ©n fĂĄth. MĂĄs gĂĄ duit Ă© i ndĂĄirĂre, is fĂ©idir leat glacadh leis nach bhfuil.
- Hmm... Ceart go leor, athrĂłidh mĂ© an cheist, is fĂ©idir leat cabhrĂș liom le rud Ă©igin, ach ar bhealach a choimeĂĄd faoi rĂșn Ăłn tSeirbhĂs SlĂĄndĂĄla Ă©.
- Faraor, nĂ fĂ©idir liom aon rud a gheallĂșint go dtĂ go bhfaighidh mĂ© amach cĂ©n cineĂĄl cabhrach atĂĄ ag teastĂĄil.
- NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh aon nĂ mar sin: bĂ ag siĂșl liom sa bheĂĄr beag cĂ©anna. Cuimhnigh, dĂșirt tĂș go bhfuil a fhios agat go lĂ©ir na spotaĂ te i Thule.
- Is maith leat teacht Ăł chian. MĂĄ tĂĄ tĂș tuirseach de plĂ©isiĂșir fĂorĂșil, ansin aon fhadhb, cad a bhfuil suim agat i: cailĂnĂ, drugaĂ?
âTĂĄ suim agam in ĂĄit ĂĄirithe agus teastaĂonn duine uaim a bheidh in ann tacaĂocht a thabhairt dom, a bhfuil a fhios aige conas iad fĂ©in a iompar in ĂĄiteanna mar sin.
- Cad iad na hĂĄiteanna?
â I rĂ©imse na chĂ©ad lonnaĂochta.
"NĂ bhfaighidh tĂș rud ar bith ach trioblĂłid sa shithole seo." MĂĄs mian leat ceint an-dian, lig dom tĂș a thabhairt go dtĂ ĂĄit chruthaithe ina gceadaĂtear beagnach gach rud atĂĄ toirmiscthe.
â NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn dul go dĂreach go dtĂ an limistĂ©ar an chĂ©ad lonnaĂocht. TĂĄ cineĂĄl gnĂł agam ansin.
- Is Ă© seo an intrigue. An bhfuil sĂ© de dhĂth ort i ndĂĄirĂre?
âNĂ bheinn tar Ă©is glaoch a chur air murar riachtanas prĂĄinneach Ă©,â dâadmhaigh Max go hionraic.
- Ceart go leor, déanfaimid é a phlé ar an mbealach. Cathain ar mhaith leat dul?
â AmĂĄrach, agus caithfimid a bheith ann faoi am ĂĄirithe, faoi 19.00.
- Ceart go leor, tĂłgfaidh mĂ© suas thĂș i gceann uair go leith.
âNĂ fiafrĂłidh tĂș fiĂș cĂĄ bhfuil muid ag dul?â
- NĂĄ dĂ©an dearmad do shlis a mhĂșchadh, nĂł fiafrĂłidh an tSeirbhĂs SlĂĄndĂĄla dĂot cad a rinne tĂș dearmad in ĂĄit dĂĄ leithĂ©id.
- Conas a bĂĄthadh sĂ© amach? Cumasaigh mĂłd as lĂne, ach tĂĄ poirt fĂłs ann...
- NĂ hea, Max, nĂ mĂłr duit sliseanna a bheith oiriĂșnach le haghaidh siĂșlĂłidĂ den sĂłrt sin, nĂł subh speisialta. Ceart go leor, fĂ©achfaidh mĂ© ar rud Ă©igin Ăł mo sholĂĄthairtĂ.
An lĂĄ dĂĄr gcionn, tharraing SUV dubh suas go dtĂ an bealach isteach go dĂreach ag 17.30:XNUMX p.m. Nuair a dhreap Max taobh istigh, thug Ruslan caipĂn gorm dĂł, inar cuireadh roinnt codanna meĂĄchain le lĂonadh leictreonach ar an taobh istigh.
- An bhfuil lĂonra ann?
âNĂ hea,â a d'fhreagair Max.
â CĂ©n dath atĂĄ ar na comharthaĂ ar an tĂșr sin?
Bhreathnaigh Max go cĂșramach ar an struchtĂșr go hiomlĂĄn nondescript, nĂĄr shroich uasteorainn na huaimhe.
- NĂl aon chomharthaĂ ann.
- Bhuel, iontach, tĂĄ sĂșil againn go bhfuil gach port faoi chois. Coinnigh i gcuimhne go bhfuil an rud seo mĂdhleathach. Is fĂ©idir leat Ă© a chasadh air ar feadh i bhfad ach amhĂĄin i rĂ©imsĂ an-dona.
â MĂșch Ă© go ceann tamaill?
- Sea, cas air tar éis an gheata. Cå dtéann muid?
â Barra âGolden Scorpionâ.
An cosĂĄn go dtĂ an geata is gaire go dtĂ an limistĂ©ar den chĂ©ad lonnaĂocht a ritheadh ââi tost aimsir. Go leor aisteach, bhĂ go leor daoine a bhĂ ag iarraidh dul isteach ar an vĂobaire, agus mar sin foirmĂodh marmalĂid trĂĄchta sĂĄch mĂłr ag an mbealach isteach. BhĂ Max buartha fiĂș go mbeadh siad dĂ©anach don am ceart. D'fhĂĄs a imnĂ nĂos dĂ©ine fĂłs tar Ă©is an ghlais. BhĂ na srĂĄideanna cĂșnga plĂłdaithe le sruthanna daoine, rothair, agus roinnt raiceanna rothaĂ dochreidte, amhail is dĂĄ mba rud Ă© go raibh siad cobbled le chĂ©ile Ăł truflais a fuarthas i lĂonadh talĂșn. BhĂ sĂ© seo go lĂ©ir i gcĂłnaĂ buzzed, scairt, dhĂol madraĂ te agus shawarma agus an chuma a bheith cĂșramach nĂ amhĂĄin mar gheall ar an gcĂłras rialaithe trĂĄchta, ach faoi aon rialacha i gcoitinne.
BhĂ na pluaiseanna timpeall an-Ăseal, gan airde nĂĄ cĂșig go deich n-urlĂĄr, le go leor sean-titim agus scoilteanna, murab ionann agus na dungeons ollmhĂłr smoothed amach i gceantair saibhir. BlocstruchtĂșir a bhĂ sna foirgnimh go lĂ©ir nach mĂłr agus ballaĂ coincrĂ©iteacha liatha le salachar orthu. BĂĄthadh gnĂ©ithe annamh d'aghaidheanna tĂle rĂ©asĂșnta maith le comharthaĂ saor gealĂĄnacha ar crochadh orthu. Agus bhĂ lastuas de phasĂĄistĂ leath-iompair agus de bhalcĂłinĂ a bhagair titim amach mar aon leis an slua daoine ag sciĂșirseĂĄil orthu. Agus bhĂ rĂ©imse an chĂ©ad lonnaĂochta comhdhĂ©anta de na cĂ©adta phluais bheaga den sĂłrt sin a bhĂ briste go han-chaotically. Chuimhnigh Max ar an jammer agus chuir sĂ© air a chaipĂn.
Ar dtĂșs, bhĂ eagla air go seasfadh an carr ollmhĂłr, costasach amach i bhfad rĂł-mhĂłr i gcoinne chĂșlra an squalor mĂĄguaird. Ach ansin thuig mĂ© go dtugann an barra rotha ceart buntĂĄiste go soilĂ©ir maidir leis an gceart slĂ. Bhog siad i bhfad nĂos tapĂșla nĂĄ an sreabhadh mar gheall ar an bhfĂric go raibh na raiceanna scurrying i deifir a fhĂĄil amach as an mbealach an SUV honking agus flashing a ceannsoilse.
- Anois is fĂ©idir leat tĂș fĂ©in a instealladh cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil muid ag dul ann? - Bhris Ruslan an ciĂșnas.
â Caithfidh mĂ© bualadh le duine amhĂĄin.
- Agus cĂ© leis, mura rĂșn Ă©?
"NĂl a fhios agam go cinnte, nĂl a fhios agam fiĂș an dtiocfaidh sĂ© nĂł nach dtiocfaidh."
- Cad Ă© pĂosa cac, eh, Max? NĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh tĂș a mhĂșineadh faoin saol arĂs, ach is Ă© mo thuairim go ndearna tĂș tĂșs leis seo go neamhbhalbh.
â Cad eile is fĂ©idir liom a dhĂ©anamh, ag cur san ĂĄireamh go bhfuil mo ghairm bheatha i Telecom scriosta?
âFeicim cĂĄ bhfuil tĂș ag dul leis seo, an bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh an milleĂĄn a chur ormsa as do shlĂ bheatha?â Creid dom, is joke iomlĂĄn Ă© do smaoineamh faoin Martian ar dtĂșs.
- Anois, ar ndĂłigh. D'iarr mĂ© i ndĂĄirĂre chun cabhair a fhĂĄil, ach ina ionad sin screwed tĂș i ndĂĄirĂre dom os a chionn.
- FrĂĄmaithe? Cad iad na focail os ard a deir tĂș.
â Go raibh Martian Arthur an-trĂna chĂ©ile.
- Cén fåth a ndéanann Laura an tornapa seo? Cad atå sé ag dul a dhéanamh léi?
- I mo thuairimse, faoi mar an gcéanna leat. An rud céanna is mian nócha a naoi faoin gcéad de na fir a dhéanamh di.
- Ăist, a Max, nĂĄ dean deannaigh! D'iarr mĂ© ort go hionraic: an bhfuil tĂș chun dul i dteagmhĂĄil lĂ©i tĂș fĂ©in? DĂșirt tĂș nach bhfuil. Agus cĂ©n fĂĄth an ifreann is gĂĄ dom a chur ar fheidhmĂocht ar mhaithe le neurobotanist fucking? Labhair mĂ© le Laura ar feadh thart ar cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad, nĂ raibh aon Martian alfa fireann ann.
- Mar sin bhĂ sĂ© riachtanach gan labhairt, ach a scanradh. Agus d'iarr mĂ© ort cabhrĂș liom. Mo ghairm bheatha, nĂ an Martian! Agus anois tĂĄ an ghairm bheatha seo thart.
âDĂ©arfainn gur ĂĄbhar fucking na beatha agus an bhĂĄis Ă©.â Ba mhaith liom a sheolann tĂș lĂĄithreach.
- Cad a tharla san Ăoslach sin? NĂĄr mhĂșch sĂ tĂș an dara huair?
âNĂor stop sĂ an chĂ©ad uair, nĂl ann ach nĂĄr oibrigh na gnĂĄth-thacaĂ uirthi.
â CĂ©n ceann nach raibh caighdeĂĄnach?
âDĂșirt mĂ© lĂ©i go hĂĄlainn gur maith liom Ă.â CosĂșil, mar is gnĂĄch, is breĂĄ le sicĂnĂ Ă©.
- Agus cad a dĂșirt tĂș go hĂĄlainn?
âBhuel, mĂĄ tĂĄ an oiread sin suime agat, dĂșirt mĂ© lĂ©i dĂĄ mba rud Ă© go raibh mĂ© ag iarraidh a thuiscint conas idirdhealĂș a dhĂ©anamh idir ĂĄr ndomhan agus an rĂ©altacht fhĂorĂșil, conas a thuiscint nach bhfuil mĂ© ag snĂĄmh i biotub fucking, agus nach aisling snotty Martian Ă©. timpeall orm... dâfhĂ©adfainn cosĂĄn na gealaĂ a chuardach ar uisce nĂł anĂĄil an earraigh, nĂł dul trĂ dhĂĄnta dĂșr. Ach is cuma cad a rinne mĂ©, bheadh ââamhras orm i gcĂłnaĂ faoi. FĂșt fĂ©in amhĂĄin, tĂĄim cinnte go bhfuil tĂș fĂor, nĂl na rĂomhairĂ Martian go lĂ©ir le chĂ©ile in ann teacht suas le haon rud mar sin ...
- Ă, tĂĄ tĂș ag fucking rĂłmĂĄnsĂșil!... TĂș... TĂș... - BhĂ ââMax ag tachtadh cheana fĂ©in le fearg, nĂ raibh sĂ© in ann teacht ar epithets oiriĂșnacha.
- Just nĂĄ plĂ©asctha. Cad, ar ĂșsĂĄid mĂ© do chuid focal? Bhuel, gabh mo leithscĂ©al, ba chĂłir dom a bheith imithe agus iad a rĂĄ liom fĂ©in, nĂ rachainn ar an mbealach. Agus nĂl sĂ© ach dĂșr ligean do chick den sĂłrt sin dul ar mhaithe le roinnt fantasies faoi chairdeas le Martians
âBâfhĂ©idir nĂĄr theastaigh aon rud mar seo uait, ach chuir tĂș suas mĂ© fĂłs.â Ach anois tĂĄ do chabhair ag teastĂĄil uaim.
- Fadhb ar bith.
â CĂ©n chaoi a bhfuil do chaidreamh le Laura? An bhfuil sĂ© ach ar feadh uair amhĂĄin nĂł an bhfuil sĂ© tromchĂșiseach?
- Tå sé casta.
Cén fåth go bhfuil sé deacair?
- Sea, an caint seo go léir faoi sonas teaghlaigh agus bullshit eile ...
- CĂ©n fĂĄth nach bhfuil tĂș sĂĄsta le sonas an teaghlaigh le Laura?
- Maidir liom fĂ©in, nĂ rogha ar chor ar bith iad teaghlach, leanaĂ agus snot eile. Agus nĂl mĂ© chun Ă© seo a phlĂ©.
- Ăist, b'fhĂ©idir go mbeidh tĂș ag argĂłint ansin agus beidh sĂ trĂna chĂ©ile, agus dĂreach ag an nĂłimĂ©ad sin ...
- Max! Ar mhaith leat siĂșl abhaile?
- Maith go leor, dhĂșn an topaic.
âSea, is lĂ©ir nach Ă intrigue polaitiĂșil mo rud,â a cheap Max.
Timpeall cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad ina dhiaidh sin, mhoilligh Ruslan dâaon ghnĂł ag an crosbhealach. ThĂĄinig an bĂłthar ar dheis go dtĂ uaimh eile, agus nĂ raibh mĂłrĂĄn daoine ag iarraidh casadh ann. Ar an mbosca coincrĂ©ite roimh an cas bhĂ graifĂtĂ dhĂĄ mhĂ©adar i bhfoirm bratach Impireacht na RĂșise: dhĂĄ stripes ingearach de ghorm dearg agus dorcha, scartha le lĂne oblique. Ach in ionad rĂ©alta Ăłrga, sa lĂĄr bhĂ ĂomhĂĄ de lĂĄmh chnĂĄmh ag bualadh Kalashnikov san fhichiĂș haois.
â Cruthaitheacht ĂĄitiĂșil? - D'iarr Max.
- Comhartha drong, ach ceapann daoine ĂĄirithe gur mĂł de sheict frostbite iad. I mbeagĂĄn focal, nĂos faide ar aghaidh go bhfuil a gcrĂoch.
- Agus cén cineål drong nó sect?
â Ar an lĂĄimh mharbh, tĂĄ siad, mar atĂĄ, ag dĂ©anamh dĂoltais ar gach duine as Impireacht na RĂșise a scriosadh go neamhurchĂłideach. TĂĄ cosc ââar leantĂłirĂ nĂ©archips a shuiteĂĄil; NĂł pumpĂĄlann siad iad lĂĄn de cheimiceĂĄin throma, agus iad ĂĄ n-iompĂș ina mbuamadĂłirĂ fĂ©inmharaithe atĂĄ buailte go hiomlĂĄn. DeasghnĂĄtha tionscnaimh mĂłide le hĂobairtĂ fuilteacha. Go ginearĂĄlta, tĂĄ siad ag iarraidh breathnĂș cosĂșil le Bloc an Oirthir mar is fearr is fĂ©idir leo. Duine den bheagĂĄn a oibrĂonn sa chrios deilt. A dhaoine daor, nĂ bhĂonn siad ag dĂ©anamh praiseach de le daoine gan dĂdean an deilt.
- Cad mar gheall ar ĂĄr mbarra ar a gcrĂoch?
- Go fortunately, uimh. LĂ©irigh mĂ© duit mar shampla, mĂĄ shocraĂonn tĂș siĂșl timpeall an cheantair, tabhair aird ar lĂnĂochtaĂ na n-Aborigines. Is beagnach i gcĂłnaĂ iad a mharcĂĄil ar na teorainneacha, agus is mĂłr an dĂspreagadh do thurasĂłirĂ broigheall gan dul thar iad.
BhĂ barra Golden Scorpion suite i gceantar cĂłnaithe iargĂșlta, fiĂș don chĂ©ad lonnaĂocht. BhĂ na foirgnimh timpeall an-choitianta, le pasĂĄistĂ cĂșnga eatarthu, bhĂ go leor anthills painĂ©il oscailte an mĂ©id leath-bhloc, le bealaĂ isteach droimneach, taobh thiar d'fhĂ©adfadh duine a fheiceĂĄil clĂłis gruama-toibreacha. PĂĄirceĂĄil Ruslan an carr i gclĂłs pĂĄirceĂĄla beag, ar a raibh droichead le iarnrĂłd ar crochadh. BhĂ an luchtĂłg pĂĄirceĂĄla fĂĄl ar thrĂ thaobh le mogalra miotail, agus ar an gceathrĂș taobh bhĂ balla bĂĄn d'fhoirgneamh cĂłnaithe. BhĂ traein dĂreach ag dul thar barr, ag croitheadh ââââna fuinneoga sa teach a d'fhĂ©ach go dĂreach ar an iarnrĂłd. NĂ raibh beagnach aon charranna sa charrchlĂłs.
Nuair a dhreap Max amach, thit roinnt braon salach air ón droichead. Bhà an t-aer an-fhionnuar, ach ag an am céanna stale, le blas miotalach, measctha le boladh na dumpaà truflais. Tharraing Max, gan smaoineamh faoi dhó, an masc ocsaigine thar oscailtà a bhéal-sróine.
- An bhfuil tĂș chun siĂșl timpeall mar sin? - d'iarr Ruslan.
â NĂl ach ainm amhĂĄin anseo: an crios gĂĄma. StĂĄnann an garda,â a dĂșirt Max le guth balbh.
â NĂl ionaid chĂłireĂĄla sĂ©arachais ag obair go maith ar fud an cheantair. An bhfeiceann tĂș Ă©inne eile ag caitheamh mascara? Seasann tĂș amach Ăł mhuintir na hĂĄite.
AnĂĄladh Max san aer glan le plĂ©isiĂșr agus d'fholaigh sĂ© an masc ina mhĂĄla crios go discrĂ©ideach.
Ba Ă© prĂomh-mhealladh an bharra, a bhĂ ceangailte le foirgneamh in aice leis an droichead, dhĂĄ stalagmites os comhair an bhealaigh isteach, fite fuaite le ornĂĄid blĂĄthanna Ăłrga agus nathracha. Taobh istigh, maisĂodh na ballaĂ agus an uasteorainn sa stĂl chĂ©anna agus reiptĂlĂ eile eatarthu. An decor chuma sĂĄch shabby. BhĂ an t-atmaisfĂ©ar beocht ag rĂłbat i bhfoirm scairp Ăłrga, ag dĂ©anamh ciorcail timpeall an halla. BhĂ sĂ© thar a bheith antediluvian, ar athraĂodh a ionad ar rothaĂ droch i bhfolach faoina bolg, agus a cosa twitched dĂșr san aer, cosĂșil le brĂ©agĂĄn meicniĂșil saor. I measc na foirne beo, ba Ă© an tĂĄbhairne an t-aon duine a bhĂ ar fĂĄil nĂĄ an tĂĄbhairne, fear tanaĂ neamhthuairiscithe, ina theannta sin, le leathsfĂ©ar miotail in ĂĄit leath uachtarach a cloigeann. NĂor thug sĂ© fiĂș sracfhĂ©achaint ar na cuairteoirĂ nua. CĂ© nach raibh beagnach aon custaimĂ©irĂ sa bhunaĂocht. âAr a laghad nĂ stopann duine ar bith agus ag stĂĄnadh orainn,â a cheap Max agus roghnaigh sĂ© tĂĄbla nĂos gaire don bheĂĄr. Deich nĂłimĂ©ad chun a seacht a bhĂ ann.
- Agus cĂĄ bhfuil do fhear? â a dâfhiafraigh Ruslan.
âNĂl a fhios agam, is dĂłcha go bhfuil sĂ© rĂł-luath,â dâfhreagair Max, ag fĂ©achaint thart ar thĂłir an jukebox.
-Cad a raibh tĂș ag iarraidh labhairt faoi?
- NĂl a fhios agam, is ceist dheacair Ă seo.
- B'fhéidir gur chóir duit a bheith tagtha i d'aonar?
- I mo thuairimse... NĂl a fhios agam, i mbeagĂĄn focal.
- Bhuel, Max, thug mĂ© go dtĂ an asshole tĂș, nĂl a fhios agat cĂ©n fĂĄth. Creid dom, dâfhĂ©adfadh sĂ© go mbeadh an oĂche DĂ© hAoine seo caite i bhfad nĂos suimiĂșla. Rachaidh mĂ© ar a laghad chun beoir a fhĂĄil.
D'Ăłl siad a gcuid beorach ar feadh timpeall cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad, ansin tharraing Max a mhisneach agus chuaigh sĂ© chuig an gcuntar.
â An bhfuil jukebox agat? - d'iarr sĂ© ar an tĂĄbhairne.
- NĂl.
âAn raibh tĂș ann roimhe seo?
- NĂl a fhios agam.
â CĂĄ fhad atĂĄ tĂș ag obair anseo?
- Boy, cad ba mhaith leat? â thĂĄinig teannas ar an tĂĄbhairne agus chuir sĂ© a lĂĄmh faoin gcuntar le gotha ââbagrach.
â An fĂ©idir liom amhrĂĄn a sheinm?
- NĂl karaoke anseo.
- Bhuel, tå an ceol ag seinm. An féidir rud éigin eile a chur?
- CĂ© acu?
â AmhrĂĄin Three Doors: âMoonlight Driveâ, âStrange Daysâ, âSoul Kitchenâ. Just a bheith cinnte Ă© a dhĂ©anamh san ord seo.
-An bhfuil tĂș chun aon rud a ghlacadh? â d'fhiafraigh an tĂĄbhairne le lĂ©iriĂș clochach ar a aghaidh.
- Ceithre beoir, le do thoil.
- CĂĄ bhfuair tĂș an oiread sin beorach? â BhĂ ionadh ar Ruslan. â An bhfuil cinneadh dĂ©anta agat dul ar meisce anseo?
- Tå sé seo a chur ar cheol.
ChrĂochnaigh cumadĂłireachta ceoil SĂcideileach go tapa ag imirt, bhĂ an t-am thart seacht. BhĂ Ruslan leamh go neamhbhalbh agus dâfhĂ©ach sĂ© ar ghluaiseachtaĂ dĂșr an rĂłbat scairp nĂł Max, a shuigh amhail is dĂĄ mba ar bhiorĂĄin agus shnĂĄthaidĂ.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș chomh neirbhĂseach?
- NĂl aon duine ag teacht. TĂĄ sĂ© tar Ă©is a seacht cheana fĂ©in.
- Sea, an anaithnid nach bhfuil ag teacht. BâfhĂ©idir gur thĂĄinig muid ann, nĂl a fhios agam cĂĄ hĂĄit?
- TĂĄimid tar Ă©is teacht go dtĂ an ĂĄit cheart. Barra "Golden Scorpion" i rĂ©imse an chĂ©ad lonnaĂocht.
- B'fhéidir nach é seo an barra amhåin "Golden Scorpion"?
- D'fhĂ©ach mĂ© sa chuardach, nĂl aon barraĂ, caifĂ©anna nĂł bialanna eile leis an ainm sin. Beidh mĂ© ag dul a chur ar roinnt ceoil nĂos mĂł.
An uair seo thuill Max cuma an-fhada agus aireach ón tåbhairne agus scar sé le cårta fiche zits.
- An bhfuil tĂș i bhfostĂș? â rinne Ruslan gĂĄire, ag crĂochnĂș a ghloine beorach. - B'fhearr greim a fhĂĄil ar rud le hithe. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, tĂĄ an beoir anseo ionadh ceart go leor.
- Sin mar ba cheart go mbeadh...
âAn bhfuilimid chun suĂ ar feadh i bhfad mar dhĂĄ leathcheann agus Ă©isteacht le hamhrĂĄin chĂ©anna an rĂ laghairt?â
- DĂ©anaimis suĂ ar feadh leathuaire ar a laghad.
- DĂ©anaimis. Mar eolas duit, nĂl sĂ© rĂł-dhĂ©anach oĂche DĂ© hAoine seo a shĂĄbhĂĄil Ăł dhul go dona.
Timpeall fiche nĂłimĂ©ad ina dhiaidh sin, thĂĄinig custaimĂ©ir nua isteach sa bharra ar deireadh. Fear ard caol, timpeall daichead nĂł caoga bliain d'aois, ag caitheamh hata leathan-brimmed agus cĂłta fada Ă©adrom. Ba Ă© an rud ba mhĂł a sheas amach faoin bhfear nĂĄ a shrĂłn fadaithe, seabhac, a dâfhĂ©adfadh teideal snob caighdeĂĄnach a fhĂĄil mar is ceart. Shuidh sĂ© sĂos ag an mbarra agus d'ordaigh sĂ© cupla spĂ©aclaĂ. Tharraing Max gliondar air ar feadh tamaill, ach nĂor lĂ©irigh sĂ© aon suim sna daoine thart air.
Ansin thit triĂșr eile isteach agus shuigh siad go hiontach ag bord in aice leis an mballa is faide Ăłn mbealach isteach. Torc ollmhĂłr saille, agus dhĂĄ chineĂĄl sreangach le gruaig ghearr agus aghaidheanna cothroma, amhail is dĂĄ mba snoite as adhmad dhaite. BhĂ ceann amhĂĄin gearr ach leathan-ghualainn, cuma moncaĂ stocach air. Agus is ollphĂ©ist fĂor Ă© an dara ceann, le neart fisiceach go soilĂ©ir in ann dul i ngleic le Ruslan. ClĂșdaĂodh a chuid arm agus chaol na lĂĄimhe le roinnt tatĂșnna gorm-uaine. BhĂ siad glĂ©asta i seaicĂ©id leathair dhubh, jeans agus buataisĂ trom chomhrac. Agus bhĂ an fear saille glĂ©asta go hiontach, i seaicĂ©ad cuilteĂĄilte stuĂĄilte agus hata le flapaĂ cluaise le rĂ©alta Ăłir, nĂ raibh ach balalaika in easnamh air. âCad anchĂșinse ramhar,â a cheap Max le hiontas.
Chrom an fear mĂłr go dtĂ cuntar an bheĂĄir agus thosaigh sĂ© ag cuimilt rud Ă©igin isteach sa tĂĄbhairne i nguth an-chiĂșin. BhĂ an tĂĄbhairne soilĂ©ir aimsir, ach shrugged sĂ© dĂreach tar Ă©is a ghuaillĂ ar gach ceist. Ar an mbealach ar ais, d'fhĂ©ach an fear mĂłr ar Ruslan le cuma chrua agus a scar ag rith sĂos trĂd a mhala agus bhĂ tattoos a bhĂ cosĂșil le sreang deilgneach le feiceĂĄil. Ach nĂor thĂĄinig trioblĂłidĂ ar bith nĂos mĂł Ăł na trĂ cinn seo, is dĂłcha nach saorĂĄnaigh atĂĄ gĂ©illiĂșil don dlĂ go hiomlĂĄn. ThĂłg siad buidĂ©al vodca agus d'Ăłl siad go ciĂșin Ă© ina gcĂșinne, gan iarracht a dhĂ©anamh fiĂș na cuairteoirĂ a mhilleadh.
Chaill Max a fhoighne agus chuaigh sé ar ais chuig an tåbhairne.
âAn ndĂ©anfaidh tĂș an rud cĂ©anna arĂs? - d'iarr sĂ©, go fonnmhar ag cur cĂĄrta ar an gcuntar.
D'fhĂ©ach an tĂĄbhairne ar an gcĂĄrta amhail is dĂĄ mba fhĂor-scairp nimhiĂșil Ă©.
âĂist, a fheara, go dtĂ go mĂneoidh tĂș cĂ©n fĂĄth an ifreann atĂĄ tĂș ag dĂ©anamh seo, nĂ phostĂĄlfaidh mĂ© aon rud eile.â
- An bhfuil cĂșram ort i ndĂĄirĂre? Cad atĂĄ cearr le ceol?
- A leithĂ©id de dhifrĂocht, tĂĄ a fhios agat cĂ© mhĂ©ad sĂocĂłis atĂĄ ag fĂĄnaĂocht timpeall anseo. Agus go ginearĂĄlta, ba chĂłir duit a fhĂĄil amach anseo ar bhealach maith.
Agus chas an tĂĄbhairne a chĂșl go pointeĂĄilte, ag dĂ©anamh soilĂ©ir go raibh deireadh leis an gcomhrĂĄ.
âTĂĄ an t-uafĂĄs ar an tseirbhĂs,â a rinne Max gearĂĄn agus Ă© ina shuĂ siar ag an mbord.
- Sea. TĂĄ mĂ© ag tabhairt go dtĂ an leithreas tĂș, nĂĄ tĂ©igh ĂĄit ar bith. Suigh ar feadh dhĂĄ nĂłimĂ©ad, ceart go leor?
- Ceart go leor, nà raibh mé ag dul åit ar bith.
Ar an mbealach, rith Ruslan tĂĄbla le trĂ chineĂĄl, arĂs ag malartĂș amharc leo. BhĂ a siĂșl amhail is dĂĄ mbeadh sĂ© ag obair go crua cheana fĂ©in. BhĂ Max beagĂĄn fainiciĂșil faoin drĂĄma poiblĂ soilĂ©ir seo; is ar Ă©igean a dâfhĂ©adfadh sĂ© a chreidiĂșint go bhfĂ©adfadh Ruslan dul ar lĂĄr Ăł ghloine beorach go leith. Tar Ă©is dĂł filleadh ar ais, labhair sĂ© go ciĂșin, gan athrĂș a dhĂ©anamh ar an slonn a bhĂ suaimhneach ar a aghaidh.
- Ăist go cĂșramach. NĂĄ blink do shĂșile, aoibh ghĂĄire. Anois Ă©irĂonn tĂș agus stumble unsteadly isteach sa leithreas. Leanfaidh mĂ©. Dâoscail mĂ© an fhuinneog ansin, dâĂ©irigh muid amach agus ritheamar timpeall an fhoirgnimh go dtĂ an carr. Gach ceist ina dhiaidh sin.
- Ruslan, fan, cĂ©n cineĂĄl scaoll Ă© sin? MĂnigh ar a laghad?
- NĂor cheart go mbeadh an triĂșr seo anseo. NĂĄ bĂ ag amharc orthu! TĂĄ tatĂș de lĂĄmh marbh ag an gceann beag ar a mhuineĂĄl. NĂl a fhios agam cad a rinne siad dearmad anseo, ach nĂl mĂ© chun a sheiceĂĄil.
- Bhuel, thĂĄinig trĂ scumbag isteach chun a scĂth a ligean, cad Ă© an fhadhb?
âNĂ hĂ© seo a gcrĂoch chun scĂth a ligean anseo.â Agus feiceann tĂș cĂ© chomh aimsir agus atĂĄ an tĂĄbhairne. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, is fĂ©idir leat buĂochas a ghabhĂĄil leis nĂos dĂ©anaĂ, tĂĄ an chuma ar an scĂ©al nach ndearna sĂ© tĂș a rĂĄthĂș.
- NĂ raibh pas a fhĂĄil? An gceapann tĂș gur thĂĄinig siad chugam?
- Agus cĂ© hĂ© an fuck eile? Mar a tharla, thosaigh tĂș ag ordĂș do chuid amhrĂĄn moronic, agus ansin lĂ©irigh trĂ bandits suas. TarlaĂonn sĂ© go ndĂ©anann roinnt geniuses comhaontĂș ar an IdirlĂon le duine tromchĂșiseach a bhfuil naisc aige i mbainistĂocht Telecom, nĂł le chick fionnuar, agus go tobann taispeĂĄnann buachaillĂ cliste den sĂłrt sin suas don chruinniĂș.
- An dĂłigh leat gur leathcheann iomlĂĄn mĂ©? - BhĂ ââMax indignant. âNĂ cheannĂłinn riamh a leithĂ©id de scam.â
- Sea, tĂĄ, inseoidh tĂș dom ar an mbealach. Agus anois dhĂșn sĂ© a mitten, d'Ă©irigh sĂ© agus chuaigh sĂ© go dtĂ an leithreas. NĂl mĂ© ag magadh!
BhĂ Max cliste go leor chun a thuiscint go raibh sĂ© nĂos fearr muinĂn a bheith aige as conclĂșid duine eile, cĂ© go raibh sĂ© beagĂĄn paranĂłideach. Chuaigh sĂ© isteach sa leithreas agus d'fhĂ©ach sĂ© go neamhchinnte ar an bhfuinneog caol beagnach dhĂĄ mhĂ©adar Ăłn urlĂĄr. Rith Ruslan i leath nĂłimĂ©ad ina dhiaidh sin.
- Cad Ă© an fuck, Max, a ligean ar tharraingt suas do thĂłin.
Chaith Ruslan, gan searmanas, Ă© go praiticiĂșil. Ach fĂłs bhĂ orainn casadh ar bhealach Ă©igin chun dul amach lenĂĄr gcosa chun tosaigh. Sin a rinne Max, ag puffing agus ag snĂ go clumsily sa doras. Ar deireadh, rug sĂ© ar leac na fuinneoige cĂșng Ăłn taobh istigh lena lĂĄmha agus rinne sĂ© iarracht an talamh a mhothĂș lena chosa.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș ag squirming ann, lĂ©im cheana fĂ©in!
Rinne Max iarracht greim a fhĂĄil ar an imeall seachtrach chun sleamhnĂș nĂos Ăsle go cĂșramach, ach nĂorbh fhĂ©idir leis seasamh in aghaidh agus eitilt sĂos. BhĂ mĂ©adar go leith ar an talamh, bhĂ an buille faoi deara, agus nĂ raibh sĂ© in ann seasamh in aghaidh, plopping sĂos ar a thĂłin ceart isteach roinnt lochĂĄn. Ansin, thĂĄinig Ruslan chun cinn cosĂșil le iasc, cosĂșil le cat, dodged ar eitilt agus thuirling ar a chosa.
Fuair ââââsiad iad fĂ©in i gcaol cĂșng, ar bheagĂĄn soilsithe, agus Ă© teorantach le balla an chĂ©ad fhoirgnimh eile. NĂ raibh an boladh blasta ar chor ar bith, agus chinn Max gur dĂłcha go mbeadh boladh mar an gcĂ©anna ar a chuid pants fliuch.
- NĂor cheart go raibh eagla ort. TĂĄ mĂ© cinnte nach bhfĂ©adfadh na bandits seo teacht chugam.
- I ndĂĄirĂre? Bhuel, ansin triomaĂonn tĂș do pants agus sin Ă©. An bhfuil tĂș fĂłs ag iarraidh an scĂ©al a shoilĂ©iriĂș, cĂ© a raibh tĂș ag fanacht ann?
- Go hionraic, nĂl a fhios agam go dĂreach cĂ© nĂł cad Ă©. Ach nĂl baint agam le dronganna ar bith.
ChrĂochnaigh an balla ar dheis le glanfhĂĄlĂș den charrchlĂłs. ThĂĄinig Max amach ar dtĂșs agus mhothaigh sĂ© cĂșl gĂ©ar ar an toirt. BhrĂșigh Ruslan in aghaidh an bhalla Ă©.
- LĂșb sĂos agus fĂ©ach amach go cĂșramach. Just a bheith an-chĂșramach, tuigim.
Chlaon Max amach ar feadh soicind.
- Agus cad?
- An bhfeiceann tĂș carr nua? A raic liath, seasamh faoin droichead nĂos gaire don bhealach isteach. An bhfeiceann tĂș cĂ© atĂĄ ina shuĂ ann?
- Diabhal, feicim go bhfuil duine istigh.
Mhothaigh Max a chroĂ ag dul i doirteal go mĂthaitneamhach ĂĄit Ă©igin isteach ina shĂĄla.
"TĂĄ ceithre gabhar ann, crochta amach sa dorchadas, ag fanacht le duine Ă©igin." Is dĂłcha nach linne ach an oiread. Come on, Max, cad Ă© an t-ĂĄbhar?
- Ruslan, tĂĄ mĂ© go hionraic aon smaoineamh. D'fhoghlaim mĂ© de thaisme Ăł dhuine amhĂĄin, cĂșirĂ©ireachta a iompraĂonn faisnĂ©is, mĂĄ thagann tĂș chuig barra Golden Scorpion agus mĂĄ chuireann tĂș trĂ amhrĂĄn san ord ceart, ansin tĂĄ sĂ© seo cosĂșil le cainĂ©al cumarsĂĄide rĂșnda de chineĂĄl Ă©igin.
- An-mhaith! An raibh aon smaointe eile agat seachas dul ag piocadh nead foichĂ le maide?
- Ar cheart dom glaoch ar na pĂłilĂnĂ? NĂł glac le tacsaĂ?
âSroicheann na pĂłilĂnĂ anseo nuair a bhĂonn na coirp fuar cheana fĂ©in.â
ArĂs eile d'fhĂ©ach Ruslan go cĂșramach timpeall an chĂșinne.
- An ChĂ©ad is gĂĄ duit a fhĂĄil caillte beag. Rachaimid go dtĂ an chĂ©ad bhloc eile sula gcaillfidh siad siĂșd atĂĄ ag an mbarra sinn.
Ă rith, thosaigh Max beagnach lĂĄithreach ag mothĂș as anĂĄil. ThĂĄinig an blas miotalach i mo bhĂ©al go suntasach nĂos lĂĄidre. Tharraing sĂ© amach a masc. ThĂłg Ruslan rud Ă©igin as a phĂłca istigh agus Ă© ag siĂșl agus chaith sĂ© suas Ă©. D'Ă©irigh le Max scĂĄth chorrlach drone beag a thabhairt faoi deara ag eitilt anĂos. Tar Ă©is dĂł bealach amach an gheata a bhaint amach, rith sĂ© isteach i gcloch Ruslan ar ais agus Ă© ag luasghĂ©arĂș.
-CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș suas?
â TĂĄ beirt fhear eile ag cuimilt os comhair an bheĂĄir. ThĂĄinig siad i mbriogĂĄid iomlĂĄn do d'anam.
- Agus cĂĄ hĂĄit ar cheart dĂșinn dul?
BhĂ Max ag anĂĄlĂș go trom, an masc saor ag brĂș agus ag cuimilt, agus nĂor chuir an eagla greamaitheach aon neart leis ar chor ar bith.
- Anois dĂ©anfaidh mĂ© iarracht an carr a fheistiĂș.
Bhà Ruslan ag fidléireacht lena shlis ar feadh tamaill. Chaill Max a fhoighne go tapa:
- Cad atĂĄ ag tarlĂș?! CĂĄ bhfuil an carr?
- NĂl an carr ar lĂne. Gabhair! DealraĂonn sĂ© go bhfuil siad ag jamming an comhartha.
- TĂĄimid gafa! - A dĂșirt Max doomedly agus slid go talamh.
Phreab Ruslan suas ag an bhóna é agus rinne sé histigh go feargach:
"Ăist, a fuck, mĂĄ tĂĄ tĂș chun tantrum a chaitheamh, b'fhearr duit tĂș fĂ©in a mharĂș lĂĄithreach." Tar ort, dĂ©an mar a deirim!
âCeart go leor,â a chlaon Max.
Chuaigh an t-ionsaĂ scaoll i lĂ©ig agus fuair sĂ© an cumas smaoineamh beag arĂs.
- Rith ar ais feadh an chlaĂ. DĂ©anaimis iarracht imeacht trĂd na clĂłis.
Chas Max thart agus lĂĄithreach chonaic gangster beag ag titim amach as an fhuinneog leithris.
- Tå siad anseo! - yelled sé ag barr a scamhóga.
- Soith!
Chuaigh Ruslan anuas mar shaighead agus le luasghĂ©arĂș bhuail sĂ© a bhrĂłg isteach in aghaidh an fhir bhig a bhĂ ag ardĂș. D'eitil sĂ© cĂșpla mĂ©adar ar shiĂșl agus thit sĂ© ina thost. Tharraing Ruslan piostal agus iris as crios a namhaid a bhĂ buailte.
- Bog, Max!
Theith Max ar aghaidh, bhà an taobh deas då aghaidh bréan de thine agus scairt splancacha scaipthe ar an gcrannån bruscair chun tosaigh.
- TĂĄ siad ag lĂĄmhach! â scread sĂ© in uafĂĄs.
Chas Max thart agus lĂĄithreach tuisleadh agus beagnach threabhadh an domhain lena shrĂłn. Ag an nĂłimĂ©ad deireanach, chuir sĂ© a lĂĄmha amach agus bhraith sĂ© an pian ina chaol na lĂĄimhe, balbhaithe ag adrenaline. Shroich roar na n-urchar a chluasa - b'Ă© Ruslan a bhĂ go modhĂșil ag cur gearrthĂłg isteach i bhfear saille i hata fionnaidh a bhĂ ag titim as a chĂ©ile ag an mbealach isteach chuig an alley.
-An bhfuil tĂș gortaithe?!
- NĂl, tripped mĂ©.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth ar luigh tĂș sĂos ansin?!
Rug Ruslan ar Max le lĂĄmh amhĂĄin agus bhrĂșigh sĂ© ar aghaidh Ă©, ionas nach bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ© ach a chosa a bhogadh. CĂșpla soicind ina dhiaidh sin bhĂ siad ag rith cheana fĂ©in ar feadh an mhogalra a bhĂ faoi iamh an charrchlĂłis. As a fhĂs imeallach chonaic sĂ© scĂĄthchruth ag rĂ©abadh i dtreo iad. Nuair a bhris carr an mheirleach trĂd an lĂontĂĄn, bhuail sĂ© an cĂșinne ar dheis isteach sa bhalla ina raibh sĂ© nĂłimĂ©ad Ăł shin. Phreab an carn crumpled miotail de thalamh agus bhĂ sĂ© cithfholcadh le shardaĂ gloine agus plaisteach. Ruslan, gan mhoilliĂș, lĂ©im thar an mĂ©id a bhĂ fĂĄgtha. Tar Ă©is cĂșig mhĂ©adar, chas sĂ© thart agus scaoil sĂ© an chuid eile den siopa ag na bandits ag sracadh amach as na doirse crumpled. BhĂ screadaĂ agus mallachtaĂ le cloisteĂĄil. Bhuail an gearrthĂłg folamh an asfalt.
- Tar ort, faoin droichead, nå bà ag fucking mall! Ar chlé, ar feadh an fhoirgnimh!
Theith siad ar feadh an fhoirgnimh chomharsanacht; ar dheis bhĂ droichead le iarnrĂłd. Go tobann mhothaigh Max go raibh rud Ă©igin ag gabhĂĄil leis an muinchille dĂĄ geansaĂ. Rinne sĂ© iarracht greim an mheirleach ghabhĂĄla a chaitheamh amach, ach ina ionad sin, rith rud Ă©igin a bhĂ ag cloĂ go docht lena lĂĄmh in Ă©ineacht leis, agus chuir Max a chothromaĂocht amĂș, rolladh ar an talamh. LĂ©im an bĂ©al nocht isteach ina aghaidh agus nĂor Ă©irigh leis ach a chuid uilleann a nochtadh do na geansaithe agus na greamanna frantic. Chuaigh brĂłg os a chionn, ag cnagadh madra beag dearg ar leataobh. Phreab cĂĄsĂĄil blaosc den asfalt in aice lena cheann. Tar Ă©is don mhadra corraĂl sorcais de chineĂĄl Ă©igin a dhĂ©anamh san aer, thuirling sĂ© gan dĂobhĂĄil agus, ag lĂșbadh, chuaigh sĂ© i dtreo an cholĂșin is gaire.
Sheas Max suas agus dâfhĂ©ach sĂ© in uafĂĄs ar na ceirteacha a bhĂ ar crochadh Ăłna lĂĄmha. Gan ach soicind ina dhiaidh sin thuig sĂ© nach raibh iontu seo ach muinchillĂ strĂłicthe, beagĂĄn daite le fuil Ăł chĂșpla greim. BhrĂșigh Ruslan ar aghaidh arĂs Ă©. Theith siad feadh balla liath gan deireadh, agus theith madra dearg i gcomhthrĂĄth, ag tafann. Rith sĂ go gairmiĂșil sa dorchadas taobh thiar de na colĂșin, chomh mĂłr sin gur chuir Ruslan roinnt cartĂșis amĂș uirthi gan aon leas a bhaint as.
- Cad soith cliste a fuair mé! Tar ar, isteach sa åirse.
Gan fleasc treorach eile, is dĂłcha go mbeadh Max tar Ă©is sleamhnĂș trĂd an ngeata a bhĂ taobh istigh den anthill coincrĂ©ite. NĂ raibh sĂ© ag smaoineamh go maith agus bhĂ sĂ© ag anĂĄlĂș go mĂłr. Ba lĂ©ir nach raibh an masc deartha le haghaidh ualaĂ den sĂłrt sin agus nĂor sholĂĄthair sĂ© an rĂĄta sreafa riachtanach.
Fuair ââââsiad iad fĂ©in taobh istigh de tobar coincrĂ©ite agus thosaigh Ruslan ag briseadh isteach ar dhoras dĂșnta an bhealaigh isteach. Rinne Max an rialtĂłir masc a dhĂscriĂș agus thug sĂ© faoi deara le himnĂ go raibh an cĂșigiĂș cuid dĂĄ ocsaigin caillte aige cheana fĂ©in. Chas an doras isteach tar Ă©is roinnt buille cumhachtach. Theith sĂ© ansin agus is ar Ă©igean a thĂĄinig sĂ© as fiacla an mhadra, a rinne iarracht Ă© a bhualadh le cos. Ach chomh luath agus a dâiompaigh Ruslan timpeall leis an piostal, theith sĂ ar ais an doras lĂĄithreach. Chualathas an caoineadh a bhĂ uaithi agus eitil conablach ollmhĂłr stuttering i hata fionnaidh agus seaicĂ©ad padded isteach sa bhealach isteach. D'iompair an conablach Max isteach sa bhalla, agus Ă© ag bualadh go tadhlaĂ. BhĂ brag deafening de urchar sa seomra, agus ina dhiaidh sin an clang miotalach de piostal ag titim. D'iompair an conablach Ruslan agus thit sĂ© ar chĂ©imeanna an staighre, ag lĂșbadh na rĂĄillĂ neamhghlan. Is dĂłcha gur mar gheall ar dhomhantarraingt na Martian amhĂĄin a dâĂ©irigh le Ruslan a chosa a chur suas agus an conablach a chaitheamh uaidh. BhĂ craos leictreach agus screams an chonablaigh le cloisteĂĄil ina dhiaidh sin.
- Max, a stĂłr! Faigh an trunk!
NĂor chuir an t-aon bolgĂĄn solais Ă©adrom faoin uasteorainn agus an fĂĄinneĂĄil sna cluasa Ăł bhualadh an bhalla le cuardach tapa, mar a rinne screams an chonablaigh agus an madra ag tafann lasmuigh. Chuaigh Max go fiabhras sa leath-dorchadas go dtĂ gur thit sĂ© trĂ thimpiste ar dhromchla iomaireach.
- Shoot!
Chuir Ruslan an fear saille in Ă©adan lena chlub, d'Ă©iligh sĂ© graosta agus rinne sĂ© iarracht Ruslan a ghabhĂĄil lena raic. BhĂ fuaim crackling uafĂĄsach, doirteadh leictreach cosĂșil le tintreach liathrĂłid, ba chosĂșil gur chĂłir go mbeadh siad friochta an eilifint, ach nĂ raibh an Guy saille calma sĂos.
BhrĂșigh Max an truicear go hathfhillteach, agus rith an pilĂ©ar le hais anĂos ĂĄit Ă©igin suas Ăł chĂ©imeanna an staighre. Chas Ruslan timpeall agus Ă© ag cur in iĂșl go raibh beagĂĄn meĂĄite air, lĂ©im sĂ© suas agus sciob sĂ© an gunna Ăł Max. Ar deireadh bhuail an chĂ©ad urchair eile a lasadh sa cheann an conablach ar na cĂ©imeanna agus chuir sĂ© ina thost Ă©.
- Shooter, diabhal Ă©. A ligean ar dul go dtĂ an dĂon!
Chuir Max sos ar feadh soicind, agus Ă© ag breathnĂș go hiontach ar an fhuil a bhĂ ag sileadh sĂos na cĂ©imeanna. BhĂ roinnt hiss le cloisteĂĄil Ăłn hata. D'ardaigh Max cluas amhĂĄin faoi nĂĄire agus scaoil sĂ© as a cheann crochta Ă©. NĂor thug an hata isteach go hiomlĂĄn, tharraing sĂ© nĂos deacra agus chonaic sĂ© an cĂĄbla fuilteach ag druidim taobh thiar de. ClĂșdaĂodh lĂĄthair maol iomlĂĄn an fhir saille le coilm agus gearrthacha uafĂĄsacha, as ar thĂĄinig roinnt feadĂĄin amach. TrĂ na poill sa cloigeann bhĂ mais liath fuilteach le feiceĂĄil.
- CĂ©n sĂłrt cacamas?
âIs bĂĄbĂłg Ă© seo, Max, buamadĂłir fĂ©inmharaithe le hinchinn scortha, nach mbraitheann tĂș leithscĂ©al as.â NĂos tapĂșla!
- Nà féidir liom, tå mé chun bås!
"Gheobhaidh tĂș bĂĄs mĂĄ thagann siad suas linn." Agus cĂ©n fĂĄth ar chuir tĂș an oiread sin measa orthu?
- NĂl aon smaoineamh agam... Caithfimid glaoch ar na pĂłilĂnĂ...
- Ghlaoigh mé. Nà dhéanfaidh siad ach sinn a adhlacadh agus na freaks seo ag caitheamh timpeall.
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BhĂ cuma uafĂĄsach ar an mbealach isteach: lampaĂ caola clĂșdaithe le lĂonta, staighre cĂșng gĂ©ar le cĂ©imeanna scealptha agus doirse cruach salach ar na taobhanna.
Hissed an hata arĂs. D'iompaigh Max taobh istigh amach Ă©, agus Ă© ag buaileadh leis na giotaĂ disgusting. Is cosĂșil gur bhrĂșigh sĂ© an tangeta de thaisme mar thosaigh an hata ag labhairt le glĂłr squeaky.
âTaras, cĂĄ bhfuil tĂș ar crochadhâ?
âSea, is larbhaĂ iad, capaill ag lĂ©imneach mar gheac. Ghortaigh siad Siga agus Kot agus iad ag Ă©irĂ as an gcarr. Is duine sneaky, cruinn Ă© Khachik."
âA chrĂ©itĂnĂ, cad chuige a ndearna tĂș reithĂ orthu?â
"DĂșirt tĂș fĂ©in Ă©, cuir amach na reiptĂlĂ."
"Caithfidh tĂș smaoineamh le do cheann."
âThiomĂĄin an cat mar sin... chuireamar an bĂĄbĂłg chucu.â
âAgus cĂĄ bhfuil do bhĂĄbĂłg? Drago, freagair mar a chloiseann tĂșâ?
âNĂl aon teilimĂ©adracht Ăłn mbĂĄbĂłg,â a dĂșirt guth eile gan dath.
âĂ, Belku, tĂĄ grĂĄ agam duit. Gabhfaimid anois iad.â
- An crĂ©atĂșr dearg! - mhionnaigh Ruslan, ag caitheamh an doras ar oscailt don ĂĄilĂ©ar dusty.
ClĂșdaĂodh an t-urlĂĄr san ĂĄilĂ©ar le sraith crĂ© agus deannaigh. ThĂłg Ruslan amach splancsholas cumhachtach agus scaip sĂ© an dorchadas pĂĄirce beagĂĄn. âSea, is maith an rud gur thug mĂ© cuireadh do chara liom. DĂĄ mbeinn i mâaonar, bheadh ââmĂ© maraithe i bhfad Ăł shin,â a cheap Max. Staighre miotail awkward ba chĂșis leis an dĂon. BrĂș siad trĂd an oscailt agus doirteadh amach as an mboth beag ar an dĂon cothrom coincrĂ©ite. D'ordaigh Ruslan fanacht amach Ăłn imeall. BhĂ uasteorainn briste na huaimhe ar crochadh roinnt mĂ©adar os a chionn agus chuaigh sĂ© dĂreach isteach go rĂ©idh in ĂĄilĂ©ar an chĂ©ad fhoirgnimh eile. BhĂ droichead de dhĂ©antĂșs baile gan rĂĄillĂ i gceannas ann, ag fĂĄs go mĂthaitneamhach faoi chois thar duibheagĂĄn deich scĂ©al. Rug Max a anĂĄil beagĂĄn agus bhain sĂ© a masc. Ag ionanĂĄlĂș scamall de dheannach dearg lĂĄithreach, rinne sĂ© casacht agus nĂor stop sĂ© ag casachtach go dtĂ gur bhog siad go dtĂ an chĂ©ad dĂon eile, ĂĄit a raibh slua scĂthe de dhaoine gan dĂdean suite. Lean cuid de na daoine aonair iad le sracfhĂ©achaint ghĂ©archĂșiseach, gan a bheith suarach ar chor ar bith. Mar a bheadh ââan t-ĂĄdh air, thĂĄinig an hata ar an saol arĂs.
âTĂĄ Fox i dteagmhĂĄil. DĂ©anaimid go leor torann, tĂĄ a n-intinn caillte ag na Japas cheana fĂ©in, is Ă© seo a gceantar. Agus tĂĄ na pĂłilĂnĂ ag teacht."
âDĂșn an uaimh, nĂĄ lig na pĂłilĂnĂ isteach.â
"Conas nach féidir leat iad a ligean isteach?"
âCruthaigh timpiste. MĂĄ tĂĄ ort, bainigĂ as iad."
âĂist, a Thommy, nĂ fĂ©idir leat gach rud a chur i bpeirspictĂocht. Ansin beidh siad ag fuck dĂșinn leis na kagals. An bhfuil tĂș fiĂș cinnte gurb iad seo na cinn a theastaĂonn uainn?
âBhĂ scoilt ar an tĂĄbhairne. Ba Ă© an broigheall sin a bhĂ ina leannĂĄn ceoil. D'ordaigh an chĂ©ad cheann an dĂĄ cheann seo a fhĂĄil ar aon chostas. MĂĄs gĂĄ, cuirfidh sĂ© glaoch ar na sealgairĂ. Is cuma liom faoi na pĂłilĂnĂ, is cuma liom faoi na Japs, is cuma liom faoi Ă©inne! CĂ© mise?.. FiafraĂm cĂ© mĂ©!
âIs lĂĄmh mharbh thĂș,â adeir an freagra leisg.
âIs mise scĂĄth an namhad, is taibhse an dĂoltais mĂ©! Is lĂĄmh marbh mĂ©, dĂłite... dhĂł... liom!"
âIs lĂĄmh marbh mĂ©! Is lĂĄmh marbh mĂ©!
Dâiompaigh fiĂș Ruslan go geal, ag fĂ©achaint ar an bpĂosa feisteas nĂĄisiĂșnta ag screadaĂl le droch-ghuthanna. Agus bhraith Max go ginearĂĄlta beagĂĄn dizzy agus nauseous. Le lĂĄmha a chroitheadh, thosaigh sĂ© ag cur ar an masc.
âAn bhfuil cogadh naofa fĂłgartha acu orainne? NĂ hea, conas is fĂ©idir leat a bheith pĂĄirteach mar sin as an gorm, huh?!
Max shrugged dĂreach helplessly.
âFeicim iad, an dĂon ar bhloc 23B. Is deireadh marbh Ă,â a dĂșirt guth gan dath.
- Drones, fuck!
Ruith Ruslan go hĂ©adĂłchasach thart i measc radharcanna suaite ĂĄitritheoirĂ an dĂn.
âFaoi lĂĄthair, tĂĄ gach duine ann! Cuir bac ar an bhfoirgneamh! Taras, tĂĄ tĂș suas!
âDâĂ©irigh siad, tĂĄ mĂ© i gceannas orthu.â
âNa bastards Qi, ghoid siad an chorĂłin ĂłnĂĄr mbĂĄbĂłg.â
âCorĂłin a deir tĂș... Gizmo call Drago.â
In ainneoin ionsaĂ an scaoll, thuig Ruslan lĂĄithreach agus shĂĄbhĂĄil siad a saol arĂs. Rug sĂ© ar a hata, chaith sĂ© piostal air agus chaith sĂ© i dtreo an scĂĄthlĂĄn. Agus d'Ă©irigh leis fiĂș Max a chnag go dtĂ an t-urlĂĄr. Agus ansin mhĂșchadh buille uafĂĄsach an solas. Bhris cĂ©ad caoineadh an lucht crĂ©achtaithe trĂd an gcloich i mo chluasa. In aice lĂĄimhe, sheas daoine stunned go mall suas agus d'fhĂ©ach sĂ© thart i bewilderment. D'Ă©irigh Max le deacracht, ag mothĂș go raibh sĂ© stoirmiĂșil. Ghluais Ruslan nĂos gaire agus bhĂ©ic sĂ© ag bĂ©iceach:
- Rith mar nĂĄr rith tĂș riamh i do shaol!
Agus rith Max, ag triall ar choirp agus ag brĂș ar shiĂșl na cinn a bhĂ faoi strae. Chuaigh a domhan ar fad cĂșngaithe go dtĂ cĂșl an rith Ruslan agus a wheezing trom fĂ©in. Ansin chuig staighre sleamhain tĂĄthaithe Ăł rebar, an dorchadas ĂĄilĂ©ir eile agus lĂ©im suas na cĂ©imeanna, ag bagairt a bhriseadh do chosa gach nĂłimĂ©ad. Nuair a chliceĂĄil an glas in aice lĂĄimhe agus an doras oscailte, theith Max anuas. NĂor thug ach an sĂ©Ăș ciall dĂł casadh timpeall.
âA bhuachaillĂ, seo,â ar an seanfhear wheezed le guth iomlĂĄn meisce. BhĂ a chuid gruaige unkempt crochadh sĂos ar a ghualainn, bhĂ sĂ© ag caitheamh le dubh T-lĂ©ine, sweatpants sĂnte agus sneakers gorm. Ăn fĂ©asĂłg lush ag fĂĄs Ăł na sĂșile an-, ach srĂłn dearg, tuberous protruded.
- Anseo, go tapa.
- Ruslan, stop! - Max yelled. - Doras! Just a stopadh!
Rinne sĂ© eitilt eile a rolladh sĂos go litriĂșil, agus d'Ă©irigh leis greim a fhĂĄil ar a chomrĂĄdaĂ leis na hĂ©adaĂ.
- Max, cad Ă© an ifreann! CrĂochnĂłidh siad sinn!
- Doras! Rachaimid ina dhiaidh!
An sean-fhear ag waved orthu Ăł thuas.
- CĂ© eile Ă© seo?
- CĂ©n difrĂocht a dhĂ©anann sĂ©, a ligean ar dul tar Ă©is dĂł.
Ruslan leisce ar feadh roinnt soicind fada. Ag ligean amach mallacht neamhråite, theith sé ar ais thuas staighre. Léim an seanfhear isteach ina dhiaidh, slammed an doras agus thosaigh sé ag cliceåil ar na glais. Rug Ruslan timpeall air.
- Hey, a shean-duine, cad as a thĂĄinig tĂș?
- Beidh an IdirlĂon saor in aisce! - rasped an seanfhear, ardĂș a lĂĄmh le dorn clenched. - Rachaimid, guys.
- Cad?! CĂĄ bhfuil tĂș ag dul, cĂ©n t-idirlĂon?
- NĂl sĂ© ar cheann de na linne, ceart?
âOibrĂ fostaithe,â a dĂșirt Max le brĂ©ag gan sĂșil a chaitheamh.
â BhĂ Kadar ina thost le blianta fada. ShĂl mĂ© go raibh ĂĄr gcĂșis marbh le fada, ach d'fhreagair mĂ© an glao nua gan leisce.
Thit an seanfhear ina thost, ag sĂșil go soilĂ©ir le rud Ă©igin.
âBeidh luach saothair ag gach cuad leanĂșnach nuair a Ă©irĂonn an tIdirlĂon saor,â ar seiftiĂș Max.
Chlaon a slĂĄnaitheoir.
- Is mise Timofey, Tima. A ligean ar dul.
- Lesha.
Ar thaobh na conaire bhĂ sraitheanna gan teorainn doirse. NĂ raibh ach cuid acu sĂĄch rĂ©asĂșnta, clĂșdaithe den chuid is mĂł le pĂosaĂ pĂ©inteĂĄilte d'iarann ââââsaor nĂł de ghloine snĂĄithĂneach, agus bhĂ roinnt oscailtĂ sĂ©alaithe le pĂosaĂ plaisteacha tĂĄthaithe go hamhrĂĄiteach. BhĂ na conairĂ taobh istigh den fhoirgneamh ina bhfĂor-labyrinth de staighrĂ inmheĂĄnacha, gailearaithe agus hallaĂ, ag sĂneadh isteach i gconairĂ eile. CĂșpla uair bhĂ orm lĂ©im go tapa thar bealaĂ isteach seachtracha. Sna limistĂ©ir choitianta, bhĂ mnĂĄ agus leanaĂ torannach, nĂł bhĂ guthanna fir meisce ag bĂ©icĂl. Uair amhĂĄin bhĂ orm mo bhealach a dhĂ©anamh trĂ ghrĂșpa Ăłil ag canadh amhrĂĄin le giotĂĄr. Agus nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann na tairiscintĂ chun suĂ sĂos agus rolladh a sheachaint. DĂreach tar Ă©is na cuideachta, thĂĄinig an seanfhear trĂd an doras taobh ar ghnĂł Ă©igin. Rug Ruslan ar Max ar an mbĂłna lĂĄithreach agus dĂșirt sĂ© go feargach:
- Ăist, Alyosha, mĂĄ Ă©irĂonn linn as seo beo, beidh comhrĂĄ an-fhada againn.
In aice lĂĄimhe sheinn siad amhrĂĄn easaontach faoin Terek iontach agus daichead mĂle capall.
- MĂneoidh mĂ© gach rud.
- CĂĄ bhfuil tĂș ag dul? B'fhĂ©idir gur fĂ©idir leat mo charr a thabhairt ar ais?
- Ă, tĂĄ sĂșil agam go bhfuil sĂ ceart go leor.
âTĂĄ sĂșil agam nĂĄr dhĂłigh siad go hifreann Ă.â
Ar deireadh, nuair a chaill siad go hiomlĂĄn a dtreoshuĂomh sa spĂĄs, stop an seanfhear os comhair doras cruach eile. Taobh thiar de bhĂ ĂĄrasĂĄn le seomraĂ bĂdeacha in aice leis, crochadh an pasĂĄiste eatarthu le roinnt ceirteacha. D'fhĂ©ach fuinneog aonair, clĂșdaithe le bileog cairtchlĂĄir, amach ar an tsrĂĄid. BhĂ leath den chĂ©ad seomra ĂĄitithe ag hibrideach aisteach de mezzanines agus seilfeanna. Dhreap Tim ĂĄit Ă©igin taobh istigh de na seilfeanna le bruscar, ionas nach raibh ach a chosa i sweatpants agus sneakers fĂłs ag gobadh amach. Ăn mbruscar dâiascaigh sĂ© masc ocsaigine le umar trom, pĂ©ire seaicĂ©id faded le cochaill dhomhain, clĂșdaigh brĂłg silicone agus ceannsoilse.
âCuirigĂ glĂ©asta,â chaith sĂ© rudaĂ leo. - TĂłgfaidh mĂ© amach thĂș.
- B'fhĂ©idir gur fĂ©idir linn suĂ anseo ar feadh tamaill? - a d'fhiafraigh Max, agus a chĂłta ĂĄ chrĂșpĂĄil ina lĂĄmha go hesitant. âDĂ©ileĂĄlfaidh na pĂłilĂnĂ leo luath nĂł mall.â
- NĂl, a bhuachaillĂ, tĂĄ sĂ© contĂșirteach fanacht. Is dĂłcha gur fhĂłgair na mairbh luach saothair, agus chonaic go leor sinn. TĂĄ a fhios agam an bealach trĂd an deilt.
Tharraing Ruslan, gan focal a rĂĄ, ar na rĂ©itigh a tairgeadh. BhĂ an seaicĂ©ad briste, an-mhĂłr Ăł thaobh mĂ©ide de agus d'athraigh sĂ© go hiontaofa an duine a chaith sĂ© ina sciĂșirse ĂĄitiĂșil. Chuir sĂ© masc le sorcĂłir faoina seaicĂ©ad.
- An bhfuil aon airm?
âNĂ hea,â chroith Timofey a cheann, âgan gunnaĂ.â NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn dul go ciĂșin, tĂĄ a gcuid daoine fĂ©in ag na mairbh sa deilt freisin.
Chuir an seanfhear Ă© fĂ©in air faded glas ar an iomlĂĄn agus shleamhnaigh amach go ciĂșin. I dashes gearr shroich siad an staighre inmheĂĄnach a ba chĂșis leis an Ăoslach. San Ăoslach bhĂ orainn wade trĂ tangle pĂopaĂ, cĂĄblaĂ agus cumarsĂĄide eile. BhĂ rud Ă©igin ag gol agus ag sciobadh thart, agus bhĂ fuaim squelching faoi chois. Meascadh na fuaimeanna seo le squeaks agus squeals as an dorchadas. D'ordaigh Ruslan a splanc-sholas cumhachtach go dtĂ an taobh agus go leor scĂĄthanna eireabaill, mĂ©id cat ramhraithe, ag luascadh i ngach treo. Tar Ă©is dĂł brĂș isteach sa chĂșinne is cĂșinge idir na pĂopaĂ, chuaigh Tim ag sileadh sa dorchadas. BhĂ fuaim mheilt mhiotalacha ann, agus ina dhiaidh sin bhĂ aromas den sĂłrt sin ag teacht Ăłn sliocht gur beagnach urlacan Max. Ach nĂ raibh aon rogha, bhĂ orm mo bhealach a dhĂ©anamh chuig foinse an cumhrĂĄin. Ar an mbealach, dĂłite sĂ© Ă© fĂ©in ar pĂopa te. BhĂ Tim ag fanacht os comhair gorlainne trom claonta san urlĂĄr le roth rotha meirgeach.
- TĂ©igh sĂos an tobar. TĂĄ an staighre sleamhain, nĂĄ tĂ©igh anuas air. Ag an deireadh, lĂ©im, nĂl ach dhĂĄ mhĂ©adar ann.
Dhreap Ruslan isteach ar dtĂșs, agus Max ina dhiaidh, ag bualadh a uillinn ar bhallaĂ an tobair agus ag streachailt le hionsaĂ claustrophobia. ThĂĄinig deireadh leis an eitilt ghearr i lochĂĄn eile. An uair seo dâĂ©irigh liom fanacht ar mo chosa. Mar gheall ar an bhfianaise lag Ăłn gceannlampa bhĂ sĂ© indĂ©anta ballaĂ cloiche an tollĂĄin agus an ciseal Ă©adomhain de leacht olach dubh a fheiceĂĄil faoi chois. Chrom Tim sĂos in aice leis agus, gan am a chur amĂș ar an gcomhrĂĄ, chuaigh sĂ© ar aghaidh go cĂșramach, ag scoopĂĄil an uisce go cĂșramach lena chlĂșdaigh brĂłg.
NĂor thug Max aird lĂĄithreach ar an bhfuaim neamhghnĂĄch neamhghnĂĄch agus go dtĂ tar Ă©is leath nĂłimĂ©ad de splancadh ĂłcĂĄideach ar an uisce thuig sĂ© gurbh Ă© fuaim chraiceĂĄilte a mhĂ©adair, rud nĂĄr chuala sĂ© riamh Ăł thĂĄinig sĂ© ar Mars.
- Do roinn! - Choirt Max agus, amhail is då mba scalladh é, d'eitil sé amach ar cholbha caol a rith feadh an bhalla.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș ag dĂ©anamh torainn? - Tim wheezed.
- Anseo tĂĄ an cĂșlra dhĂĄ chĂ©ad uair nĂos airde nĂĄ mar is gnĂĄch! CĂĄ bhfuil tĂș ag cur orainn?
âBallshit, dĂ©an iarracht gan do chuid brĂstĂ a fhliuchadh,â chrom Tim air agus shuaite sĂ© air.
Rinne Max iarracht a bhealach a dhĂ©anamh feadh an chosĂĄin, ag titim amach go trĂ©imhsiĂșil agus ag splancadh sciodar radaighnĂomhach.
â Cuir stop leis, is cosĂșil nach bhfuil a fhios agat cĂĄ bhfuil an deilt suite in aice leis an gcĂ©ad lonnaĂocht? - D'iarr Ruslan gloomily.
- Agus cĂĄ bhfuil?
â I gcuasanna an choire plĂ©ascanna nĂșiclĂ©acha. Nuair a thĂĄinig an pĂĄirtĂ tuirlingthe ImpiriĂșil anĂos i gcoinne chosaintĂ na cathrach, thosaigh siad ag cruthĂș rĂ©itigh oibre. Agus measadh go raibh plĂ©ascanna nĂșiclĂ©acha faoi thalamh ar an mbealach is tapĂșla. Fuair ââââmuid amach ĂĄit Ă©igin sa cheantar seo.
- Nuacht craiceĂĄilte!
- Sea, nĂĄ bĂ buartha, tĂĄ daichead bliain caite. TĂĄ cĂłnaĂ orthu ar bhealach Ă©igin,â a chlaon Ruslan ar Timofey fĂ©asĂłg, â... is cacamas Ă© agus nĂ fada.â
ShĂn slabhra mĂĄlaĂ cloiche, le trastomhas de fiche go caoga mĂ©adar, Ăł dungeons domhain na chĂ©ad lonnaĂochta go dtĂ an dromchla an-. De ghnĂĄth thug ĂĄitritheoirĂ ĂĄitiĂșla cosĂĄn ar an slabhra seo. BhĂ sĂ© cosĂșil leis an iomaire de nathair ollmhĂłr, ar a raibh fĂĄs go leor phluais agus lochtanna. BhĂ cruth na gcoire i bhfad Ăł sfĂ©ar idĂ©alach, agus sa bhreis air sin, nĂor rinneadh monatĂłireacht ar riocht a mballaĂ ar an mbealach cĂ©anna le phluais Neurotek. Thit cuid acu, lĂonadh cuid acu le dramhaĂl tocsaineach, agus bhĂ cuid acu oiriĂșnach go coinnĂollach le haghaidh saol gearr agus lousy.
LĂon droichid, ardĂĄin agus foirgnimh sraithadhmaid flimsy an spĂĄs istigh i roinnt sraitheanna. Measadh go raibh coimeĂĄdĂĄin lasta cruachta mar thithĂocht sĂł. Gearradh ballaĂ na gcoirĂ le go leor scoilteanna, ina raibh ĂĄitritheoirĂ an delta i bhfolach freisin. Chuaigh na scoilteanna isteach i bhfĂorchatacombs, fiĂș nĂos crampaĂ agus nĂos uafĂĄsach, a bhĂ ĂĄ atĂłgĂĄil agus ag titim i gcĂłnaĂ freisin. NĂ raibh fonn ar gach ĂĄitritheoir dĂșchasach sa deilt fiĂș dul ann. TĂĄ sĂ© deacair deireadh a shamhlĂș nĂos measa nĂĄ a bheith curtha beo i reilig radaighnĂomhach. Shruth sruthanna lofa Ăł scoilteanna mĂłra agus bailĂodh iad i swamps ag bun an phluais. Glowed na swamps sna clĂșdaigh brĂłg silicone dorcha agus fiĂș creimthe.
D'eascair siad as scoilt neamhfheiceĂĄlach in aice leis an ngeata mĂłr heirmĂ©iteach isteach sa chĂ©ad lonnaĂocht. Crochadh slua ragged timpeall an gheata, ag sĂșil le sleamhnĂș isteach sa chrios gĂĄma de thaisme nĂł brabĂșs a bhaint as rud Ă©igin as sruth tanaĂ na ngluaisteĂĄn a chuaigh isteach. ReĂĄchtĂĄil carthanais roinnt stallaĂ bia saor in aisce ag na geataĂ. Ach nĂor fhĂĄg a gcuid oibrithe raon na tĂșirĂnĂ meaisĂn-ghunna. Agus faoi uasteorainn an choire, ar slabhraĂ tiubh, bhĂ comhartha mĂłr le litreacha lonrĂșil ag luascadh. Briseadh cuid de na litreacha, dĂłdh cuid acu, ach dâfhan an inscrĂbhinn sĂĄch solĂ©ite: âBĂodh lĂĄ deiridh agat i Delta.â Chonaic aon duine a chuaigh trĂd an ngeata heirmĂ©iteach Ă© seo.
Chrom an pictiĂșr a dâoscail suas den bhun sĂłisialta agus bhĂ allas agus cac nĂĄdĂșrtha ann. Ag fĂ©achaint air, bhĂ sĂ© deacair a shamhlĂș go raibh Martians nach raibh cosĂșil le colgĂĄn i bhfad ar shiĂșl ag dul i ngleic le Segways in Ăonacht steiriĂșil na dtĂșr sĂșilĂneach. ShĂl Max gan an masc go mbeadh sĂ© ag rolladh ar an talamh cheana fĂ©in agus ag wheezing, ag cuimilt a scornach lena tairnĂ. Idir an dĂĄ linn, lĂ©irigh an tomhas brĂș go neamhdhĂobhĂĄlach nach raibh ach leath den ocsaigin fĂĄgtha. BhĂ gach dĂłchas sa sorcĂłir mĂłr a ghlac Ruslan. FĂor, nĂ raibh sĂ© in ann Ă© a sheasamh chomh fada agus a chur air a masc tar Ă©is roinnt cĂ©imeanna.
D'eascair go leor aghaidheanna as an sreabhadh amach romhainn. Agus nĂ raibh aon nerds oifige rĂ©asĂșnta ina measc. Ach bhĂ neart andĂșiligh drugaĂ le coimplĂ©asc bluish olc mar gheall ar hypoxia leanĂșnach. NĂ raibh nĂos lĂș daoine faoi mhĂchumas le prĂłistĂ©isĂ bithĂłnacha d'aois. IonchlannaĂodh cuid acu chomh dona sin gur ar Ă©igean a dâfhĂ©adfadh Ăospartaigh mhĂ-ĂĄmhara na mĂochaine saor dul i ngleic leo agus an chuma orthu gur thit siad as a chĂ©ile agus iad ag siĂșl. Fuarthas fĂĄinnĂ, spikes, scagairĂ ionchlannaithe agus plĂĄtaĂ armĂșr ar bheagnach gach duine.
FiĂș i bhfeistis Bichev, is cosĂșil go raibh siad an-difriĂșil Ăł mhuintir na hĂĄite. Lean trĂ©ad buachaillĂ Max lĂĄithreach agus thosaigh siad ag cur ceisteanna grĂosaitheacha air.
- A Uncail, cad as duit?
- CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș chomh mĂn?
- Uncail, lig dom breathe!
Tharraing Ruslan amach an bata stiĂșdĂș a bhĂ fĂĄgtha aige agus roghnaigh na gopniks novice imeacht isteach sa slua.
Nà raibh ceann de na chéad choire eile plódaithe ar chor ar bith. Chroith na ballaà ó roar na gcéadta scornach. Liathróid snarling rollta i lår an réimse déanta as bloic choincréite.
âTroid madraĂ,â a mhĂnigh Tim.
Sa uaimh eile bhĂ ciĂșnas marbh, fuar agus feallmharĂș reigned. Carnadh corpĂĄin ar ardĂĄin laitĂse, agus rinne tochaltĂłirĂ uaighe, fillte i ceirteacha, iarracht gan staonadh na stoic a ghlanadh. Ar dtĂșs, bhĂ siad ag fiddled leis na pincers ar feadh i bhfad, strĂłicthe amach gach rud sa beagĂĄn luachmhar Ăł na comhlachtaĂ, agus gan ach ansin thĂłg siad isteach i mbĂ©al dĂłite foirnĂ©isĂ mĂłra. D'oibrigh siad rĂł-mhall agus bhĂ a gcĂĄs hopeless;
âCĂ© mhĂ©ad duine atĂĄ ag fĂĄil bhĂĄis anseo,â bhĂ uafĂĄs ar Max. - Nach bhfĂ©adfaĂ cabhrĂș leo?
âSa deilt nĂ chabhraĂonn siad ach leat bĂĄs a fhĂĄil nĂos tapĂșla,â a shrug Tim.
Sa chĂ©ad uaimh eile, chuaigh siad sĂos go dtĂ an tsraith is Ăsle go dtĂ swamp phony agus stop ag bosca gorm aisteach-lorg faoi cheannbhrat plaisteach. LĂne de roinnt fir ragged dĂ©anta os a comhair. BhrĂșigh an chĂ©ad cheann t-ĂĄdh cĂșpla cnaipĂ agus chuir sĂ© feadĂĄn miotail buailte lena chluas.
- Cad Ă© an guthĂĄn seo? Cad pĂosa seanrĂ©! - BhĂ ââiontas ar Max.
Mhothaigh sĂ© pĂșca pianmhar ina dhroim. Dâiompaigh Ruslan timpeall air agus rinne sĂ© hiss ar:
- Stoptar, ceart go leor.
- Nach cuma?
"Tóg suas agus scairt: féach, is hipster fucking ó Telecom mé."
Chaith an fear raged a bhĂ ina sheasamh chun tosaigh a chochall ar ais agus chas sĂ© chuig Max. BhĂ roic dhomhain mĂnĂĄdĂșrtha ar a aghaidh liath, agus cuireadh masc scagaire ionchlannaithe in ionad a shrĂłn agus a ghiall uachtair.
âTabhair biadh dom, a dhuine mhaith,â adeir sĂ© go nĂĄireach.
- NĂl aon agam.
- Bhuel, cad atĂĄ uait, a thabhairt dom cĂșpla zits.
- Sea, nĂl aon chĂĄrtaĂ agam.
âTĂĄ tĂș ag fĂĄscadh, mĂn rĂ©idh,â adeir an bacach go feargach. âNĂor cheart duit Ă© sin a dhĂ©anamh, caithfidh tĂș cabhrĂș le daoine.â
âĂist, imigh as seo,â a dĂșirt Ruslan.
Le brĂș amhĂĄin, d'eitil an ragamuffin cĂșpla mĂ©adar ar shiĂșl, ag casadh isteach i gcarn ceirteacha salach i ndeannach dearg.
- I gcomhair Cad? TĂĄim faoi mhĂchumas.
Rolladh an bhacach suas muinchille clĂ© a chĂłta bĂĄistĂ agus lĂ©irigh sĂ© cibearnĂ©itic uafĂĄsach eile. BhĂ an flesh Ăłna lĂĄmh gearrtha go hiomlĂĄn ar shiĂșl go dtĂ go raibh fĂĄgtha cnĂĄmha amhĂĄin, ceangailte le servos dlĂșth. Na mĂ©ara cnĂĄmhacha lĂșbtha i ngeansaĂ mĂnĂĄdĂșrtha, cosĂșil le manipulators drone saor.
- Tabharfaidh siad nĂos mĂł nĂĄ cĂșpla zits do do chinn. Is lĂĄmh marbh mĂ© freisin! - giggled an ragamuffin disgustingly.
Ach ar Ă©igean a thug sĂ© faoi deara gluaiseacht Ruslan, dâĂ©irigh sĂ© suas le aclaĂocht gan choinne, dĂreach feadh an chairn trusanna ag tacĂș le hardĂĄin na chĂ©ad sraithe eile. NĂor chuir an gĂ©ag lofa isteach air ar chor ar bith.
- Stop! âBhĂ Tima ag crochadh go litriĂșil ar Ruslan, a theith ina dhiaidh. - NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn a fhĂĄil amach!
âRith arĂs,â cheap Max go doomedly. "Sea, nĂor rith mĂ© an oiread sin i mo chuid ama ar fad ar Mars." ThĂĄinig cĂșngĂș ar an domhan arĂs go dtĂ cĂșl Ruslan ag rith chun tosaigh. Agus ansin thit na ballaĂ de crack caol Ăł gach taobh. Ag bun an chraic bhĂ urlĂĄir dĂ©anta de ghrĂĄtaĂ agus gach cineĂĄl bruscair miotail. BhĂ an leithead chomh mĂłr sin gur ar Ă©igean a dâfhĂ©adfadh beirt scaradh. Thairis sin, de rĂ©ir rialacha ĂĄitiĂșla, bhĂ sĂ© ceaptha a scaipeadh le do dhroim i gcoinne an bhalla agus a choinneĂĄil do lĂĄmha i radharc. MhĂnigh Tim Ă© seo ar an teitheadh ââchun aon teagmhais a sheachaint. D'imigh an soilsiĂș go trĂ©imhsiĂșil agus dhĂrigh Max ar aon smaoineamh amhĂĄin: conas gan an scĂĄthchruth amach romhainn a chailleadh. Ar cheann de na casadh sa Twilight, is cosĂșil go bhfuil sĂ© iompaithe ar an mbealach mĂcheart. Ag an ionchas a mhĂniĂș do mhuintir na hĂĄite go raibh sĂ© caillte agus treoracha a iarraidh ar an gcrios bĂ©ite, bhĂ ionsaĂ scaoll ar Max lĂĄithreach. Theith sĂ© ar aghaidh mar chuach agus rith sĂ© isteach i gcĂșl duine eile go tapa. Ach chosain an gearrthrĂ©imhse seo an chuid eile dĂĄ anĂĄil dĂł.
âBĂ cĂșramach, brisfidh tĂș do chosa,â a chuala guth mĂshĂĄsta Ruslan. - CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș i do thost? Max Ă© sin leat?
- I... tĂĄ... Ăist... tĂĄ mo ocsaigine... beagnach nialas.
- Bhuel, ar fheabhas, nach bhféadfå insint dom roimhe seo? Anois, a ligean ar ghlacadh sealanna anålaithe?
Tharraing Max an masc folamh. NĂ raibh a anĂĄlĂș ar ais, gasped sĂ© greedily ag an aer stale, scamallach ceo dearg a shĂșile.
âTĂĄ mĂ© chun bĂĄs a fhĂĄil,â ar sĂ© wheezed.
âAnseo,â thug Ruslan masc dĂł le sorcĂłir trom. - Tabharfaidh tĂș ar ais Ă© i nĂłimĂ©id.
Thit Max leis an bhfoinse ocsaigine a thugann beatha. ThĂĄinig mo shĂșile nĂos soilĂ©ire de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile. Threoraigh Tima iad trĂ labyrinth de scoilteanna cĂșnga, toibreacha daingean agus phluais. Nuair a ghlac Ruslan an ocsaigin, chuaigh Max ar seachrĂĄn taobh thiar de, ag coinneĂĄil greim ar a chuid Ă©adaĂ agus ag smaoineamh gan titim. Le ocsaigin, bhĂ sĂ© an neart chun breathnĂș timpeall uaireanta. Mar sin fĂ©in, nĂ raibh sĂșil aige fiĂș cuimhneamh ar an mbealach.
ThĂĄinig siad go dtĂ uaimh mhĂłr, clĂșdaithe le plaisteach Ăł bhun go barr. BhĂ an solas geal agus bhĂ sĂ© an-te. BhĂ roinnt toir le feiceĂĄil taobh thiar den imbhalla trĂ©shoilseach. âIs dĂłcha go bhfuil siad ag fĂĄs trĂĄtaĂ,â a cheap Max, ânĂl go leor vitimĂnĂ ann.â LĂ©im fear liath leath-nocht le crĂșba cruach in ionad na lĂĄmha amach as bothĂĄn beag agus ghluais sĂ© chun Ă©irĂ amach. Rinne Tim iarracht labhairt leis faoi rud Ă©igin i nguth Ăseal. NĂ raibh sĂ© le cloisteĂĄil cad a bhĂ ĂĄ rĂĄ acu, ach d'ardaigh an fear ramhar a chuid crĂșba go bagrach go dtĂ an-aghaidh a idirghabhĂĄlaĂ. D'Ă©irigh Tim siar lĂĄithreach agus threoraigh a chomrĂĄdaithe ar ais isteach sa chraic.
âCiallĂłidh sĂ© seo trasnĂș coire eile, mar sin bĂ ciĂșin.â
-CĂĄ bhfuil muid ag dul ar aon nĂłs? - a d'fhiafraigh Max.
- Go dtĂ an geata.
â CĂ©n geata chuige? Go dtĂ an limistĂ©ar gĂĄma?
- Ceart go leor, an bheirt agaibh, stoptar suas, ceart go leor. Just a stoptar suas.
âMar a dĂ©arfĂĄ, a bhanrĂon,â dâaontaigh Ruslan agus thĂłg sĂ© an ocsaigin Ăł Max. Go tobann nĂ raibh aon am ag Tom le haghaidh ceisteanna.
Rinne an tollĂĄn cas gĂ©ar agus d'oscail dronuilleog Ă©adrom, cosĂșil le tairseach, chun tosaigh. ThĂĄinig gnĂĄth hubbub an tslua. BhĂ siad cheana fĂ©in i lĂĄr an choire, ar cheann de na sraitheanna, nuair a stop an ghluaiseacht Brownian daoine go tobann. Ar dtĂșs froze cĂșpla duine, agus ansin nĂos mĂł agus nĂos mĂł, i bhfeidhm. D'Ă©irigh le ciĂșnas den sĂłrt sin go tapa go bhfĂ©adfaĂ hiss an masc ocsaigine a chloisteĂĄil. Stop Tim freisin, ag breathnĂș thart go han-Ă©asca.
- Hunters! - scairt duine Ă©igin sa slua.
- Hunters! - thåinig screams nua ó roinnt åiteanna ag an am céanna.
Agus ansin scread na céadta scornach i ngach teanga. Agus ansin rith daoine i scaoll i ngach treo.
"Coinnigh liom," adeir Ruslan. - CĂĄ hĂĄit ar cheart dĂșinn dul?
Rug Tim ar a chuid Ă©adaĂ, agus rug Max ar Tim.
- Ar aghaidh go dtà an chéad sraith eile, tå an doras in aice leis an carn sin!
Chlaon Ruslan agus bhog sĂ© ar aghaidh ar nĂłs briseadh oighir, ag caitheamh ruaigeadh daoine as an mbealach. Ar dtĂșs, rith gach duine thart go randamach, na cinn is savvy imithe isteach sa scoilteanna taobh, agus an chuid is mĂł acu rushed dĂșr thart i ngach treo. Ach ansin thosaigh duine ag bĂ©icĂl go raibh na sealgairĂ nĂos airde suas an rian. Agus rushed an slua ar fad i dtreo. BhĂ siad tar Ă©is dreapadh go dtĂ an chĂ©ad chiseal eile cheana fĂ©in, nĂ raibh sa doras a bhĂ ag teastĂĄil ach cloch le caith amach, ach nĂorbh fhiĂș iarracht a dhĂ©anamh briseadh trĂd. BhrĂșigh Ruslan an dĂĄ chompĂĄnach go dtĂ an balla, nĂor lig ach a neart mĂnĂĄdĂșrtha coirp dĂł fanacht ar a chosa. Ar ĂĄmharaĂ an tsaoil, thĂĄinig laghdĂș tapa ar an gcuid is mĂł. Ba Ă© an t-aon rud a d'fhan ar na grĂĄid nĂĄ na daoine bochta a bhĂ ag caoineadh agus nach raibh in ann cur ina gcoinne agus bhĂ an slua sĂĄite ina sĂĄith orthu. Iad siĂșd a bhĂ fĂłs in ann iarracht a crawl ar aghaidh nĂł go simplĂ froze, ag clĂșdach a gceann lena lĂĄmha.
âRithimis,â adeir Tim. - NĂĄ bĂ ag breathnĂș amach romhainn! CibĂ© rud a tharlaĂonn, nĂĄ fĂ©ach ar na sealgairĂ!
Rith siad go tapa chuig crack a bhĂ bacĂĄilte ag doras armĂșrtha. ClĂłscrĂobh Tim an cĂłd go fĂochmhar, chroith a lĂĄmha, agus nĂ raibh sĂ© in ann an doras diabhal a dhĂghlasĂĄil.
âNĂĄ cas timpeall, ach nĂĄ cas timpeall,â a dĂșirt sĂ© arĂs, mar ghnĂĄthamh.
Mhothaigh Max lena chraiceann go raibh duine Ă©igin chun tosaigh i muineĂĄl an choire. TĂĄ duine Ă©igin ag siĂșl dĂreach i dtreo iad. Shamhlaigh sĂ© go raibh rud uafĂĄsach ag Ă©irĂ ina dhiaidh cheana fĂ©in, Ă© ag gĂĄire go holc agus lann garbh ag teacht amach as a chliabhrach. MatĂĄin Max cramped Ăł teannas. NĂ fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© cur ina aghaidh agus chas sĂ© thart. Caoga mĂ©adar ar aghaidh, in aice leis an brablach dimly lit blocĂĄla an cosĂĄn go dtĂ an coire eile, chonaic sĂ© scĂĄthchruth ag sileadh go rĂ©idh idir na bollĂĄin. An crĂ©atĂșr, i gcuma, a bhĂ thart ar dhĂĄ mhĂ©adar ar airde, an clĂłca-puball oversized i bhfolach sĂ© beagnach go hiomlĂĄn, ach crĂșba mĂłra ar a lĂĄmha agus a chosa agus mustaches fada ar a cheann, cosĂșil le cinn de seangĂn ollmhĂłr, d'fhĂ©ach sĂ© amach. Stop an crĂ©atĂșr agus d'fhĂ©ach sĂ© ar Max. Ăit Ă©igin ar imeall na hĂ©isteachta, bhraith sĂ© squeak tanaĂ agus ansin thĂĄinig eagla. NĂ raibh gach gnĂĄth-eagla daonna rud ar bith i gcomparĂĄid leis seo. Rith gaoth oighreata trĂna chonaic, ar an toirt ag iompĂș a smaointe agus a thoil ina bhruscar reoite. NĂ raibh fĂĄgtha ach an t-uafĂĄs a bhain le feithid foighneach, a raibh pairilis uirthi ag fĂ©achaint isteach sa duibheagĂĄn.
LĂ©im an crĂ©atĂșr ar aghaidh cĂșig mhĂ©adar ag an am cĂ©anna, ansin lĂ©im suas balla briste na huaimhe, lĂ©im eile, agus lĂ©im eile. Chuaigh sĂ© i dteagmhĂĄil le fĂorchiĂșnas, agus a fhios aige go bhfanfadh an t-Ăospartach agus go bhfaigheadh ââsĂ© bĂĄs gan aon fhuaim bhreise amhĂĄin a dhĂ©anamh.
Chaith jerk cumhachtach Max taobh istigh. Bhuail Tim lĂĄithreach an doras trom agus chliceĂĄil an bolt leictreach.
âTĂĄ tĂș ag comhaireamh prĂ©achĂĄin arĂs,â a dĂșirt Ruslan go mĂshĂĄsta.
- D'fhĂ©ach tĂș air! DĂșirt mĂ© leat gan breathnĂș, ach d'fhĂ©ach tĂș ar aon nĂłs.
- Agus cad? Just smaoineamh, tĂĄ roinnt mutant ag lĂ©im ar an tsĂleĂĄil ...
Taobh thiar den ghaisce uafasach, rinne Max iarracht an t-uafĂĄs a bhĂ air a cheilt ar an teagmhĂĄil le droch-thoil an tseilg.
- Stop an fuck! - BhĂ ââTim ag tafann le fearg gan choinne.
Chuaigh fiĂș Ruslan i lĂ©ig as an racht seo.
"NĂ theastaĂonn uaim aon eolas a fhĂĄil faoin gcrĂ©atĂșr seo!" NĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh bĂĄs a fhĂĄil leat!
- An fhaid a bheidh an crĂ©atĂșr seo taobh amuigh den doras nĂ fhaigheann sĂ© bĂĄs.
- NĂl a fhios ag aon duine cad is cosĂșil le sealgair. Fuair ââââgach duine a tharla chun Ă© a fheiceĂĄil bĂĄs. Agus fuair bĂĄs fiĂș iad siĂșd ar dĂșradh leo go simplĂ an chuma a bhĂ air. Is Ă© an sealgair spiorad na marbh, osclaĂonn a theagmhĂĄil an t-anam go dtĂ an taobh eile.
- CĂ©n sĂłrt scĂ©alta dĂșr iad seo?
- I do domhan bĂĄndearg, is scĂ©alta fairy iad sealgairĂ. Ach mĂĄ chonaic tĂș Ă© i ndĂĄirĂre, tuigeann tĂș fĂ©in gach rud ...
Go tobann, bhĂ fuaim uafĂĄsach meilt le cloisteĂĄil Ăł chĂșl an dorais, cosĂșil le scian ag scrĂobadh ar ghloine. D'iompaigh Tima go hiomlĂĄn glas, beagnach ag teacht le dath na toir a chonacthas le dĂ©anaĂ, agus chrooked:
- A ligean ar dul, Hurry suas!
Rith Max gan fiĂș smaoineamh ar ocsaigin nĂł cĂ©n ĂĄit a raibh siad ag rith. Ciorcail dearga rince ina shĂșile, na ballaĂ cloiche agus miotail meirgeach ghortĂș a uilleann agus a ghlĂșine, ach rith sĂ© fĂłs gan mothĂș aon pian nĂł tuirse. Is ar Ă©igean a chuir squeak mosquito inbhraite isteach air, agus gan leisce bheadh ââââsĂ© tar Ă©is a theaghlach agus a chairde a dhĂol le bheith ar shiĂșl Ăłn squeak annoying seo.
I bpluais bheag ag forc, chuaigh siad ar aghaidh ar chuideachta de dhaoine mĂchumasaithe leath-mharbh agus iad ina suĂ thart ar bhord tanaĂ. DĂșirt Tim leo agus iad ag siĂșl: âTĂĄ an sealgair inĂĄr ndiaidh,â agus go tobann thrĂ©ig siad a gcuid giuirlĂ©idĂ agus chuadar isteach i dtollĂĄn eile. Ba lĂ©ir gur bhain siad ĂșsĂĄid as an toil a bhĂ fĂĄgtha acu le maireachtĂĄil chun scaipeadh Ăłn tĂłir chomh tapa agus ab fhĂ©idir. D'fhĂ©ach duine de na daoine faoi mhĂchumas le cosa briste prĂłistĂ©ise go doomedly tar Ă©is a gcomrĂĄdaithe agus crawled feadh na gcloch. Toisc go raibh eagla air breathnĂș suas, ghearr sĂ© a cheann beagnach lĂĄithreach, ach lean sĂ© ar aghaidh ag sciobadh go dall, ag fĂĄgĂĄil rian fuilteach agus ag cur a aghaidh i bhfolach go cĂșramach thĂos.
Thug Tima chuig doras armĂșrtha eile iad agus chuir sĂ an cĂłd isteach go pras. BhĂ an uaimh taobh thiar den doras snoite le lĂ©as plasma dĂreach isteach sa charraig. BhĂ a ballaĂ mĂn agus beagnach go foirfe fiĂș. BhĂ sraith caibinĂ©id miotail in aghaidh an bhalla. Thug Ruslan ocsaigin don Max a bhĂ ag cur isteach air.
- Agus cĂĄr ghabh tĂș sinn? - d'iarr sĂ©. - Seo deireadh marbh.
- NĂ deireadh marbh Ă© seo, is geata Ă© seo. DĂ©anaimis iarracht rith trasna go dtĂ an crios bĂ©ite, nĂ bheidh an baol ann don sealgair sinn a leanĂșint ansin ... tĂĄ sĂșil agam.
- PasĂĄiste rĂșnda go dtĂ an crios bĂ©ite? Ansin tĂĄimid shĂĄbhĂĄil.
âIs beag nach bhfuil fĂĄgtha ach caoga mĂ©adar a rith ar feadh an ghainimh dhearg go dtĂ an tollĂĄn teicneolaĂochta a ghearradh.â
â SpĂĄis sna closets... tĂĄ sĂșil agam?
âBhĂ mĂ© dĂreach ar tĂ glaoch a chur ar mo chara faoi chulaithis spĂĄis go dtĂ gur thosaigh tĂș ag imirt thart.â
âTarlaĂonn sĂ©... tĂĄimid gafa anseo,â a dĂșirt Max, agus Ă© ag breith beagĂĄn ar a anĂĄil. - NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn a fhĂĄgĂĄil ar bhealach eile.
- Ar ndĂłigh, tĂĄ sĂ© ina reathaĂ lousy. NĂlim ag iarraidh focal amhĂĄin gan ghĂĄ a chloisteĂĄil a thuilleadh. NĂ labhraĂonn tĂș ach nuair a chuirtear ceist ort, ceart go leor? Beidh muid ag rith na caoga mĂ©adar seo gan spacesuits. Rith mĂ© mar seo cĂșpla uair, tĂĄ sĂ© rud beag contĂșirteach, ach is fĂ©idir a dhĂ©anamh. Agus in aon chĂĄs, tĂĄ sĂ© seo i bhfad nĂos rĂ©adĂșla nĂĄ reĂĄchtĂĄil Ăł shealgair trasna an deilt. An bhfuil mediplants ag gach duine?
âTĂĄ sĂ© agam,â a d'fhreagair Ruslan.
ThĂłg Tim roinnt cartĂșis caite amach gan marcanna Ăłn gcomh-aireachta.
-Faigh roinnt gĂĄis.
- Cad Ă© seo?
Exhaled Tim le mĂshĂĄsamh, ach d'fhreagair.
â miĂłglĂłibin saorga. Is fĂ©idir Ă© a bheith iontach chun bachlĂłga a phlandĂĄil, ach nĂ ligfidh sĂ© duit bĂĄs a fhĂĄil sa chĂ©ad chĂșig soicind dĂ©ag den rĂĄs.
âNĂl ionchlannĂĄn agam,â a dĂșirt Max.
- Ansin tĂĄ an vintar nĂos troime duit.
Tugadh piostal instealladh scanrĂșil do Tim le sĂ© shnĂĄthaid pollta. BhĂ na snĂĄthaidĂ log, le ciumhaiseanna gĂ©ara rĂĄsĂșir. Nuair a bhĂ siad brĂșite, lĂ©im siad amach lĂĄithreach thart ar cĂșig ceintimĂ©adar.
- Instealladh isteach in aon muscle mór. Is féidir leat é a bhualadh sa asal, nó is féidir leat é a bhualadh sa thigh.
- DĂĄirĂre? Ar cheart dom mĂ© fĂ©in a stab leis an cacamas seo? FĂ©ach ar cĂ© chomh ollmhĂłr, snĂĄthaidĂ tiubh atĂĄ ann! Agus ansin, an bhfuil sĂ© beartaithe agat siĂșl sa spĂĄs amuigh freisin?
- Ăist, Lesha nĂł Max nĂł cibĂ© ainm atĂĄ ort. Is corp thĂș cheana fĂ©in ar aon nĂłs, chonaic tĂș an sealgair. Mar sin nĂĄ bĂodh eagla ort, tar ort!
"Ceart go leor, is maith an tiomĂĄint, is corpĂĄin muid go lĂ©ir luath nĂł mall," a dĂșirt Ruslan.
ThĂłg sĂ© an gunna Ăł Max, agus ansin le gluaiseacht ghĂ©ar bhrĂșigh sĂ© in aghaidh an bhalla Ă© agus plung na snĂĄthaidĂ isteach ina chos. BhĂ an phian go simplĂ fiĂĄin, bhĂ Max bodhar Ăłna scread fĂ©in. BhĂ tine leachta ag leathadh i mo chos. Ach bhrĂșigh Ruslan an t-instealladh go dtĂ go raibh sĂ© folamh. Thit Max ar an urlĂĄr. Ghlan tonnta pian m'inchinn, d'imigh giorracht anĂĄla beagnach lĂĄithreach, ach bhĂ meadhrĂĄn beag le feiceĂĄil.
- Is Ă© an rud is mĂł gan iarracht a dhĂ©anamh do anĂĄil a shealbhĂș. Exhale lĂĄithreach, ar shlĂ eile tĂĄ tĂș fucked. Fan dĂreach taobh thiar dom. DĂ©antar an inchinn a ghearradh amach ar dtĂșs, agus fĂs tollĂĄin a bheidh san fhĂs. Leanfaidh mĂ© na treoirlĂnte, ach tĂłgfaidh sĂ© go leor ama a mhĂniĂș cad atĂĄ ann. TĂĄ radharc ĂĄ chailleadh orm freisin. Ag an taobh eile, agus tĂș ag caidĂ©alĂș, dĂ©an iarracht buille a dhĂ©anamh ionas nach bhfĂĄgfar gan chluasa. Ach ĂĄfach, nĂl sĂ© scanrĂșil. TĂ©im ar dtĂșs, tĂ©ann tĂș chugainn, tugann tĂș fear mĂłr suas an chĂșl. An fĂ©idir leat an phaiste a dhĂșnadh? NĂ mĂłr duit ach Ă© a slam nĂos deacra go dtĂ go gcloĂonn sĂ©.
Chlaon Ruslan go ciĂșin.
- I mbeagĂĄn focal, cuimhnigh ar an rud is mĂł: breathe amach, nĂĄ caill radharc orm. Bhuel, sin Ă©, Dia dhuit!
Chualathas feadĂłg uafĂĄsach agus thuig Max le huafĂĄs gur aer a bhĂ ann ag teacht amach as seomra an aerghlais. D'imigh an fheadĂłg go tapa, cosĂșil le gach fuaim eile. Dâoscail Max a bhĂ©al le scread chiĂșin agus chonaic sĂ© scamaill gaile ag Ă©alĂș uaidh. Rinne sĂ© iarracht aer nach raibh ann a shlogadh, mar a bheadh ââiasc ĂĄ chaitheamh i dtĂr, agus mhothaigh sĂ© a aghaidh agus a lĂĄmha ag plĂ©ascadh Ăłn taobh istigh. BhrĂșigh siad Ăłn taobh thiar Ă©, agus rith sĂ© tar Ă©is rabhlaeir glas Tima sĂos an fĂĄna. In ainneoin go raibh spasms ag casadh a chliabhrach, bhĂ a chosa fĂłs ag rith san ĂĄit ar ghĂĄ dĂłibh a bheith. As an choirnĂ©al a sĂșl, d'Ă©irigh sĂ© fiĂș a thabhairt faoi deara domes Ă©agsĂșla cathrach i gcĂ©in agus carbhĂĄn leoraithe ag trasnĂș an bhfĂĄsach. Agus ansin thosaigh na clocha agus an gaineamh ag doilliĂș isteach i Clear dearg. NĂ raibh ach spota glasa fĂłs ar lasadh romhainn. Chuaidh sĂ© agus bhraith sĂ© buille go talamh. âIs cinnte gurb Ă© seo an deireadh,â dâĂ©irigh le Max smaoineamh go neamhshuimiĂșil. Agus ansin chuala sĂ© a wheezing fĂ©in agus an caoineadh aer Ă©igean. BhĂ mo fhĂs ag Ă©irĂ nĂos soilĂ©ire go mall, cĂ© go raibh ciorcail dearga fĂłs ag damhsa i mo shĂșil chlĂ©. BhĂ rud Ă©igin ag rith sĂos mo mhuineĂĄl. Cuireadh masc ocsaigine i bhfeidhm ar mo aghaidh.
âIs cosĂșil go bhfuil tĂș beo,â a chualathas glĂłr crosta Tima.
âI ndĂĄirĂre,â ba Ă© glĂłr Ruslan Ă©. - Go n-imeoidh mĂ© ĂĄit Ă©igin eile leis!
Bhà gåire hysterical le cloisteåil ina dhiaidh sin, ach tharraing Ruslan é féin le chéile go tapa. Tharraing Max a sheaicéad amach agus chuimil sé a mhuineål. Bhà marc dearg ar mo låmh.
- TĂĄ mĂ© ag fuiliĂș Ăł mo chluas.
âBullshit,â chroith Tim a lĂĄmh. - Ansin tĂ©igh go dtĂ an t-ospidĂ©al, ach nĂ le hĂĄrachas, ar ndĂłigh. Seachas sin beidh tĂș tuirseach ag mĂniĂș cad Ă© agus conas. FĂĄg mo chuid Ă©adaĂ go lĂ©ir anseo.
D'oscail Tim an phaiste isteach i dtollĂĄn cĂșng eile. Tar Ă©is crawl gairid sa dorchadas, thit siad ar deireadh isteach i bpluais gnĂĄth, nach raibh a mhĂ©id ina chĂșis le hionsaithe gĂ©ara claustrophobia. In aice lĂĄimhe bhĂ umair mhĂłra stĂĄisiĂșn ocsaigine.
- Ceart go leor, a dhaoine, tĂĄ stĂĄisiĂșn Ultima sa treo sin. Is fearr gan Rush abhaile lĂĄithreach, motel saor a fhĂĄil ar cĂos, agus tĂș fĂ©in a nĂ go maith. Athraigh do chuid Ă©adaĂ go lĂ©ir. Seachas sin, d'fhĂ©adfadh na cinn glas do chuid eitĂ a iompĂș, tĂĄ tĂș cinnte go bhfaighidh tĂș torann salach.
- Agus cĂĄ bhfuil tĂș ag dul? - a d'fhiafraigh Max.
- NĂ mĂłr dom fumble timpeall anseo gan pian ar bith. Rachaidh mĂ© bealach eile. Agus tĂș Max, tĂ©igh agus breathnaigh thart, fiĂș sa chrios bĂ©ite. NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh na mairbh agus na sealgairĂ dearmad ort.
- Bhuel, go raibh maith agat, staricello. Chabhraigh tĂș linn. MĂĄ theastaĂonn aon rud uait, dĂ©an teagmhĂĄil liom, dĂ©anfaidh mĂ© an mĂ©id is fĂ©idir liom.
Chroith Ruslan lĂĄmh Timofey Ăł chroĂ.
- B'fhĂ©idir go mbuailfimid le chĂ©ile arĂs. NĂĄ dĂ©anaimis dearmad cĂłipchirt, nĂ mhaithfimid cĂłipcheart!
D'ardaigh Tim a lĂĄmh le dorn clenched, chas thart agus stomped i dtreo umair an stĂĄisiĂșin ocsaigine. Ach tar Ă©is dhĂĄ chĂ©im slapped sĂ© Ă© fĂ©in ar an forehead agus ar ais.
- Rinne mé dearmad beagnach.
ThĂłg sĂ© peann luaidhe agus pĂosa salach pĂĄipĂ©ir as a bhroinn, scrĂobh sĂ© rud Ă©igin go tapa agus thug sĂ© an pĂosa pĂĄipĂ©ir fillte do Max.
- LĂ©igh agus scrios.
Agus anois imithe sé go hiomlån isteach sa dorchadas. Bhreathnaigh Max go tuisceanach ar an gcnapån crumpled ina bhois.
- TĂĄ sĂșil agam nach bhfuil tĂș chun Ă© seo a lĂ©amh? - d'iarr Ruslan.
- Beidh mé ag smaoineamh.
Chuir Max an pĂosa pĂĄipĂ©ir ina phĂłca.
âNĂ fhoghlaimĂonn daoine ĂĄirithe Ăłna gcuid botĂșn fiĂș.â
BhĂ sĂ© an-ghar don stĂĄisiĂșn is gaire. Deireadh marbh a bhĂ ann agus is beag duine a bhĂ ann. San ionad bhĂ roinnt meaisĂnĂ dĂola le bia agus deochanna. ThiomĂĄin rĂłbat glantachĂĄin go mall timpeall na tĂleanna dearga agus liath. Go ginearĂĄlta, nĂl aon rud speisialta, ach ba chosĂșil do Max go raibh sĂ© tar Ă©is filleadh ar an saol gnĂĄth tar Ă©is turas bliana. D'fhill sĂ© an caipĂn gorm go Ruslan agus roghnaĂodh an nĂ©archip lĂĄithreach comhartha maith, agus bhĂ an rĂ©altacht mĂĄguaird faoi shrouded sa ghnĂĄth Clear chosmaidĂ. Agus nuair a thĂĄinig bot fĂłgraĂochta suas le cacamas useless eile, Max plĂ©asctha beagnach i deora an tsonais. BhĂ sĂ© rĂ©idh barrĂłg agus pĂłg a chur ar an bot dĂșr, rud nach raibh ina chĂșis le haon rud ach greannĂș de ghnĂĄth.
Shuigh Ruslan sĂos in aice leis ar bhinse glanta le gloine mĂłr caife toirt.
âSea, Max, tar Ă©is trĂĄthnĂłna DĂ© hAoine, nĂl a fhios agam fiĂș conas iontas a chur ort.â
- TĂĄ brĂłn orm gur tharla sĂ© seo. TĂĄ sĂșil agam gur fĂ©idir leat carr a fhĂĄil Ăłn gcĂ©ad socrĂș?
âSea, a bhuachaillĂ, tĂłgfaidh siad Ă© mĂĄ tĂĄ aon rud fĂĄgtha uaithi.â
-CĂĄ raibh tĂș ag iarraidh dul?
- mĂ©? BhĂothas in ann dul chuig drĂșthlann le mnĂĄ gĂ©inmhodhnaithe. MothĂșchĂĄin unforgettable a fhios agat.
- NĂ rachainn, tĂĄ cailĂn agam i MoscĂł.
- Go dĂreach, rinne mĂ© dearmad... agus tĂĄ Laura agam anseo. Is maith go ndeachaigh muid de rĂ©ir do leid. CĂłisir fionnuar.
- Nà féidir leat aon rud a insint do SB Telecom?
"NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh mĂ© cnag, ach cuimhnigh, is drong go hiomlĂĄn frostbitten Ă an lĂĄmh marbh." Mura bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh Ă©isteacht leis an seanfhear, Ă©ist liom. Bhuel, chonaic tĂș gach rud tĂș fĂ©in, tĂĄ an impudence acu iarracht feallmharĂș a dhĂ©anamh in oifig Telekom. Agus faoi shealgairĂ - nĂ luĂonn sĂ© i mo cheann. NĂor shĂl mĂ© riamh go raibh siad ann i ndĂĄirĂre. An bhfaca tĂș i ndĂĄirĂre Ă©?
- Tharla sĂ©. CrĂ©atĂșr an-aisteach, is lĂ©ir nach duine Ă©...
- Is fearr duit an t-eolas seo a choinneĂĄil duit fĂ©in. NĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh a fhĂĄil amach cĂ©n chuma atĂĄ air.
- Go dĂĄirĂre, an gcreideann tĂș freisin i cuma seo an bhĂĄis?
- I gcĂșrsaĂ den sĂłrt sin is fearr Ă© a imirt go sĂĄbhĂĄilte.
- Cad atĂĄ i gceist agat: nĂor shĂl mĂ© riamh go raibh siad ann i ndĂĄirĂre? An bhfuil a fhios agat rud ar bith mar gheall orthu?
â TĂĄ tuairim ann nĂĄr fhill na taibhsĂ go lĂ©ir a thĂĄinig slĂĄn Ăłn ionsaĂ ar na lonnaĂochtaĂ Marsacha ansin faoi sciathĂĄn an Impire. Ach bhĂ siad seo i gcĂłnaĂ finscĂ©alta drugaĂ Ăł chrios delta. InhalaĂonn siad gach cineĂĄl bruscair ansin agus feiceann siad glitches. Bhuel, cosĂșil leis na mairnĂ©alach sa chĂșigiĂș haois dĂ©ag a chonaic krakens gigantic Ăł scurvy agus ocras. NĂ chreidfinn riamh go raibh na finscĂ©alta seo fĂor. Go bhfuil taibhsĂ fĂłs i bhfolach ĂĄit Ă©igin i dungeons i bhfad i gcĂ©in agus ag fanacht ... nĂl a fhios agam cad atĂĄ siad ag fanacht anois. Nuair a ardaĂonn a n-Impire Ăł mhairbh, b'fhĂ©idir.
âNach bhfuil a fhios ag Ă©inne cĂ©n chuma a bhĂ ar thaibhsĂ?â
- B'fhĂ©idir go mbeadh a fhios ag duine Ă©igin. Agus mar sin... Choinnigh an Impireacht an t-ĂĄbhar seo faoi rĂșn daingean. Fuair ââna Martaigh a chonaic iad gan culaith spĂĄis tar Ă©is an ionsaĂ ticĂ©ad aontreo.
- Agus cad a mholann tĂș dĂșinn a dhĂ©anamh anois?
âDĂ©ileĂĄlfaidh mĂ© le mo chuid fadhbanna mĂ© fĂ©in.â Agus tusa, Max, caith uait an pĂosa pĂĄipĂ©ir fucking seo agus tĂ©igh ar an gcĂ©ad eitilt go MoscĂł. Bhuel, mĂĄ tĂĄ cĂșpla mĂle creeps buaite agat de thaisme sa chrannchur, fruiliĂș slĂĄndĂĄla tromchĂșiseach. Is fĂ©idir liom tĂș a chur i dteagmhĂĄil leis na daoine cearta. NĂl? Ansin tĂș nĂos fearr a fhĂĄil amach.
"Feicim," sighed Max. - TĂĄ brĂłn orm arĂs gur tharla sĂ© seo. B'fhĂ©idir gur fĂ©idir liom rud Ă©igin a dhĂ©anamh duitse?
- Ar Ă©igean. NĂĄ bĂ buartha, glacfaimid leis go bhfuilimid cothrom.
Chomh luath agus a scar sĂ© le Ruslan, scaoil Max an pĂosa pĂĄipĂ©ir grĂ©isceach. ScrĂobhadh air: â25 EanĂĄir, Dreamland, domhan na gCathracha Eitilte, cĂłd domhanda W103.â
NĂor chodail Max go maith agus bhĂ tromluĂ aige. Shamhlaigh sĂ© go raibh sĂ© ag marcaĂocht i seancharrĂĄiste trĂ domhan gruama nach raibh grian ann. D'oscail sĂ© a shĂșile go hachomair agus chonaic sĂ© crainn gharbhĂĄna agus monarchana tobac ag sileadh taobh amuigh den fhuinneog. Agus arĂs thit sĂ© ina chodladh suaimhneach. Bhris an fheadĂłg locomotive, a chroith na fuinneoga, an numbness agus dhĂșisigh Max ar deireadh. Os a choinne sin shuigh seanfhear i gcĂłta dubh agus hata barr. BhĂ sĂ© chomh uafĂĄsach, thar a bheith sean gur fhĂ©ach sĂ© nĂos mĂł cosĂșil le mummy triomaithe suas. D'ardaigh an seanfhear a hata barr le beannacht. D'aistrigh a liopaĂ pĂĄr fuaim mheirgeach cosĂșil le meirgeadh na leathanaigh ĂĄrsa.
- SĂochĂĄin leat a dhearthĂĄir. Go gairid feicfidh tĂș an ghrian, agus beidh daoine cosĂșil liomsa saor Ăłn mallacht.
- An bhfeicfidh mé an ghrian?
"TĂĄ tĂș rĂł-Ăłg, rugadh tar Ă©is titim thĂș agus nĂl a fhios agat cad Ă©?" NĂĄr inis Ă©inne duit faoin solas na grĂ©ine?
- DĂșirt siad liom... CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfeicfidh mĂ© inniu Ă©?
âIs Ă© an lĂĄ inniu LĂĄ na DeascabhĂĄla,â a mhĂnigh an mummy. "Thug tĂș an traein go dtĂ an chathair tite Gjöll." TrĂ paidreacha Jon Gride, an mĂłr-fhĂrĂ©an, fiosraitheoir agus maor Eaglais naofa an Aon duine, go mbeadh grĂĄsta na trĂocha aeons leis go deo, inniu beidh an chathair Gjöll tite a thuillfidh saoradh, a ardĂș agus a bheith ina chathair shinsearach de Sion.
- Sea, cinnte. BĂodh athbhreith Ă©asca agat, a dhearthĂĄir.
Chuir an seanfhear air rud Ă©igin cosĂșil le gĂĄire agus thit sĂ© ina thost.
Rinne an bĂłthar seal, agus trĂd an bhfuinneog, i bhfad ar aghaidh, thĂĄinig inneall gaile dubh ollmhĂłr le feiceĂĄil. D'ardaigh a simlĂ©ir go dtĂ airde foirgneamh trĂ-scĂ©al, agus deatach dubh clĂșdaithe an spĂ©ir bheag. BhĂ an bhoth cosĂșil le teampall Gotach beag, bhĂ an coire gaile maisithe le chimeras agus skulls na crĂ©atĂșir anaithnid. An adharc sounded arĂs, fuarĂș na paisinĂ©irĂ go dtĂ an cnĂĄmh.
TĂĄ an fhoraois tanaĂ de chrainn casta imithe. ThiomĂĄin an traein isteach ar dhroichead ĂĄirse cruach a bhĂ trasna dĂog cilimĂ©adar ar fad. BhĂ eilimint fiery raged ag bun an dĂog. NĂorbh fhĂ©idir le Max cur i gcoinne an temptation, bhog sĂ© an fhuinneog agus chlaon sĂ© amach. D'ardaigh sruth te aeir Ăłn duibheagĂĄn, d'eitil sprĂ©ach agus fuinseog, agus chun tosaigh ar oileĂĄn cloiche, scoite amach ag an eilimint lasrach, d'ardaigh cathair Gjöll. Is Ă©ard a bhĂ ann nĂĄ carn de thĂșir ollmhĂłra Gotach. Chuir siad iontas ar an tsamhlaĂocht le bĂoga gĂ©ara agus ĂĄirsĂ pointeĂĄilte dĂrithe anĂos, agus maisĂodh iad le ornĂĄidĂ, tĂșirĂnĂ nĂos lĂș agus deilbh. Ba Ă© an dealbh is mĂł, a rinneadh arĂs agus arĂs eile go minic, nĂĄ dealbh de bhean le crĂșba Ă©an ar a cosa agus a sciathĂĄin. Leath a aghaidh a bhĂ ĂĄlainn, agus bhĂ an leath eile a shaobhadh agus leĂĄigh Ăł scream dĂsachtach. BhĂ cathair Gjöll tiomnaithe don bhandia Achamoth.
Dâardaigh forais ollmhĂłra na dtĂșr Ăłn duibheagĂĄn lasrach chun an sĂ©ipĂ©al is airde den phrĂomheaglais a shroicheadh ââi roinnt sraitheanna gailearaithe. Ăna halla, d'fhĂ©adfadh an t-inquisitor agus exarch an tairseach a bhaint amach go dtĂ na rĂ©imsĂ nĂos airde sa spĂ©ir shĂoraĂ mhaol an domhain tite. Chuaigh an droichead cruach isteach i mbonn na cathrach, isteach ina ĂĄirse idir dhĂĄ bhothĂĄn.
Stop an traein i gailearaĂ fada ar bhalla seachtrach na cathrach. D'aistrigh na colĂșin aerga go rĂ©idh isteach i ĂĄirsĂ an ghailearaĂ ag airde caoga mĂ©adar. BhĂ glow an duibheagĂĄin fiery ar lasadh sna rĂ©isĂ. NĂ dheachaigh Max go dtĂ an imeall, ach lig sĂ© Ă© fĂ©in a iompar ar shiĂșl ag an slua, de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile ag sileadh amach as an traein fhada agus ag dul suas an staighre cloiche gan teorainn go CearnĂłg na FĂrinne in aice leis an bprĂomh-ardeaglais. Agus chuir geataĂ troma bac ar chonair na ndaoine a raibh tart orthu chun na saoirse. Agus sheas gardaĂ ag na geataĂ agus nĂor lig siad isteach ach iad siĂșd a dhiĂșltaigh brĂ©aga ĂĄbhar comhlĂĄn an domhain Ăochtair.
âIs iasachtĂłir airgid mĂ© agus nĂ mĂł lĂșchĂĄir a bhĂ i mo shaol nĂĄ bosca mahagaine snoite a oscailt lĂĄn dâfhĂĄltais fiacha. Chonaic mĂ© ar phĂĄipĂ©ar saolta agus fulaingt na ndaoine a raibh mĂ© in ann iad a ghabhĂĄil. Ach is mise a bhĂ ina sclĂĄbhaĂ don domhan brĂ©agach. Chaith mĂ© uaidh an bosca agus loisg mĂ© na pĂĄipĂ©ir go lĂ©ir, agus thug mĂ© uaidh an saibhreas go lĂ©ir, agus d'impigh uathu siĂșd a ndearna mĂ© dĂspeagadh orthu, mar tĂĄim rĂ©idh le bheith saor Ăł gheimhle an domhain bhrĂ©agaigh.â
âIs mercenary mĂ© agus nĂ mĂł ĂĄthas a bhĂ i mo shaol nĂĄ a bheith ag Ă©isteacht le osna na naimhde agus cnĂĄmha ag gĂ©arĂș. Rinne mĂ© notches ar an lĂĄimhseĂĄil de Flamberge agus bhĂ a fhios agam go bhfuil a chinneadh ach amhĂĄin a bhfuil cĂłnaĂ inniu agus a bĂĄs. Ach nĂ raibh an saol agus an bĂĄs seo ann riamh. Ghearr mĂ© na mĂ©ara ar mo lĂĄimh dheis agus chaith mĂ© an claĂomh sa duibheagĂĄn, mar tĂĄim rĂ©idh le bheith saor Ăł gheimhle an domhain bhrĂ©agaigh.â
âIs cĂșirtĂ©iseach mĂ© agus nĂ mĂł lĂșchĂĄir a bhĂ i mo shaol nĂĄ a bheith ag cloisteĂĄil bonn airgid. BhĂ mo sheomraĂ bruite le bronntanais Ăł fhir dĂșr. BhĂ a fhios agam go raibh smacht ag mianta ar a gcinntĂ agus gur leo fĂ©in mĂ©. Ach bhain mĂ© le mianta nach bhfuil ann. Cheannaigh mĂ© potion Ăł chailleach agus iompaigh mĂ© ina sheanbhean ghrĂĄnna, agus nĂ raibh aon duine eile ag teastĂĄil uaim, agus nĂor theastaigh uaim iad, mar ba mhaith liom a bheith saor Ăł geimhle an domhain bhrĂ©agaigh.â
Sin a dĂșirt na daoine a bhĂ sa lĂne os comhair an gheata.
âIs eolaĂ mĂ© agus ba mhaith liom meon idĂ©alach a fhĂĄil,â a dĂșirt Max nuair a thĂĄinig a sheal.
Thosaigh na daoine timpeall ag breathnĂș go fĂochmhar air, ach dâoscail fathach impassive in armĂșr carapace rocach an geata.
Gan fiĂș cĂ©ad cĂ©im siĂșlta aige, mhothaigh Max cos trom garda armĂșrtha ar na leaca cloiche agus chuala sĂ©:
- Jon Gride, fiosrĂșchĂĄn agus exarch, go raibh grĂĄsta na trĂocha aeons leis go deo, ag fanacht leat.
D'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© a choimeĂĄd ar Ă©igean ar bun leis an garda, a chuma gan a thabhairt faoi deara an meĂĄchan ar an iarann ââââa bhĂ sĂ© ag caitheamh, agus shiĂșil monotonously suas na cĂ©imeanna trĂd an slua. An limistĂ©ar os comhair na prĂomh-ardeaglais, beagnach dofheicthe Ăłn droichead, iompaigh amach a bheith ina rĂ©imse cloiche endless a theorannĂș na tĂșir gruama na hArdeaglaise. Shlog an chearnĂłg seo go hĂ©asca abhainn na ndaoine a bhĂ ag ardĂș, ionas go raibh sĂ© leath folamh go dtĂ seo. Chuaigh grĂșpaĂ ar leith ar seachrĂĄn idir na colĂșin chloiche deich mĂ©adar, as ar thĂĄinig bunfhaoisimh Achamoth chun cinn. TĂłirsĂ geala dĂłite ar bharr na gcolĂșn, agus nuair a rinsed an ghaoth iad, scĂĄthanna pale darted ar fud na leaca. Bhreathnaigh Max thart: bhĂ an chuma ar an dĂog agus ar an iarnrĂłd araon mar bhrĂ©agĂĄin as seo, agus rith an lĂ©aslĂne chomh fada uaidh go raibh tailte go hiomlĂĄn difriĂșil le feiceĂĄil. Taobh thiar dĂnn, de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile dâiompaigh an mhachaire liath agus donn ina sneachta, ag imeacht isteach i rĂ©imse an fhuachta shĂoraĂ in aice leis na slĂ©ibhte garbha oighreata. Ar thaobh na lĂĄimhe deise, chuaigh foraoisĂ tanaĂ gann go tĂłin poill isteach i swamp buĂ ceomhar, agus ar an taobh clĂ©, deataithe monarchana iomadĂșla agus dĂłite foirnĂ©isĂ dearg-te.
An t-am ar fad a thrasnaigh siad an chearnĂłg, lean seanmĂłir glĂłrach an Inquisitor agus Exarch leo. âMo bhrĂĄithre! TrĂocha heresies dĂłite amach a thabhairt i gcrĂch an lĂĄ seo. TĂĄ na dĂ©ithe brĂ©agacha scriosta, thrĂ©ig tĂș iad agus rinne tĂș dearmad orthu. Ach tĂĄ heresy amhĂĄin fĂłs inĂĄr gcroĂ. Breathnaigh thart ar na daoine a cheapann tĂș a bheith i do idirghabhĂĄlaĂ agus do chosantĂłir. SĂ dĂĄ dtiomnaĂonn tĂș breitheanna agus pĂłstaĂ, naomh agus striapach, ciallmhar agus buile, ise a chruthaigh cathair mhĂłr Gjöll. Ach nach Ă is bunchĂșis leis an bhfulaingt ar fad? TĂĄ a dorchadas fĂor, ach tĂĄ a solas brĂ©agach. A bhuĂochas lĂ©i, rugadh isteach sa saol seo thĂș, agus tacaĂonn sĂ le do bhlaosc coirp sa chogadh gan stad seo. MĂșscail, a bhrĂĄithre, mar nĂl an saol seo ann agus d'eascair as a pian agus a fulaingt, ba Ă© a mianta comhlĂĄn ba chĂșis le paisean agus grĂĄ an duine. Ăn paisean agus an grĂĄ seo a rugadh ĂĄbhar an domhain tite. NĂl sa phaisean daonna agus sa ghrĂĄ sin ach tart chun cumhachta. Nach bhfuil sa tart chun cumhachta ach eagla an phian agus an bhĂĄis. Chruthaigh an fĂorchruthaitheoir domhan foirfe agus tĂĄ an t-anam neamhbhĂĄsmhar mar chuid den foirfeacht seo. Thug an slĂĄnaitheoir dĂșinn Ă© chun an fhĂrinne a fheiceĂĄil. Agus is Ă amhĂĄin atĂĄ in ann an bealach a rĂ©iteach do shaol na grĂ©ine, go dtĂ an ĂĄit ar rugadh sinn.â
D'fhan an Inquisitor ag an altĂłir i bhfoirm babhla ollmhĂłr cloiche. Crochadh cloch glĂłrach san aer os cionn an bhabhla. Go trĂ©imhsiĂșil, thosaigh an chloch ag feadaĂl agus ag pulsate. Bhuail tintreach sĂșilĂneach an babhla agus cruinneachĂĄn na hardeaglaise. Agus d'fhreagair na ballaĂ cloiche iad in am. PĂ©inteĂĄladh rĂ©alta ilghathanna timpeall an bhabhla le gaineamh airgid agus Ăłir. BhĂ roinnt uimhreacha agus comharthaĂ fĂłs leagtha amach ina ghathanna. Chuaigh na comharthaĂ ar snĂĄmh agus crith, cosĂșil le mirage san aer te, agus cheartaigh na manaigh mummy ciĂșine an dearadh go cĂșramach, ag siĂșl timpeall an pheinteagram go docht deiseal.
BhĂ an Inquisitor beagnach trĂ mhĂ©adar ar airde, le aghaidh chrua snoite as eibhir. NĂor dhorchaigh scĂĄth na laige nĂł na trua a ghnĂ©ithe riamh. BhĂ a lĂĄmh dheas ina luĂ ar chlaĂomh dhĂĄ lĂĄmh a bhĂ dĂreach ceangailte lena chrios. Caitheadh ââclĂłca dearg agus gorm thar an mbriogantĂn. ThĂĄinig teachtaire Ăł shaol na spioraid in aice leis an inquisitor, ag breathnĂș ar an dĂłiteĂĄn. BhĂ an spiorad trĂ©dhearcach agus ar Ă©igean a idirdhealĂș;
âGlĂłir don Grand Inquisitor agus Exarch,â a dĂșirt Max go stuama.
âFĂĄilte roimh aoi Ăł shaol eile,â ar an fiosrĂșchĂĄn borradh. - An bhfuil a fhios agat cĂ©n fĂĄth ar ghlaoigh mĂ© ort?
âThĂĄinig muid go lĂ©ir chun an dul suas a fheiceĂĄil.â
- An Ă© seo do mhian fĂor?
"TĂĄ gach mian sa saol seo brĂ©agach, ach amhĂĄin an fonn chun filleadh ar an saol fĂor." Ach fiĂș go bhfuil sĂ© fĂor ach amhĂĄin nuair nach bhfuil sĂ© ann, le haghaidh dĂșil ĂĄbhartha rugadh Achamoth.
- TĂĄ tĂș rĂ©idh i ndĂĄirĂre. An bhfuil tĂș rĂ©idh le daoine eile a threorĂș?
- Beidh ag gach duine iad fĂ©in a shĂĄbhĂĄil. NĂ fĂ©idir ach an t-anam, cĂĄithnĂn de sholas fĂor, a bheith mar thoradh ar shaol eile.
- Sea, ach thug an fĂor-shlĂĄnaitheoir dĂșinn cĂĄithnĂn solais. Agus cabhraĂonn siad siĂșd a leanann a chuid focal ascension.
- Is tĂĄirge ar ĂĄr saol brĂ©agach Ă© an focal agus dĂ©anfar gach focal a lĂ©iriĂș go brĂ©agach.
- An dtuigeann tĂș go bhfuil sĂ© seo cheana fĂ©in heresy? â creathadh fuinneoga gloine dhaite na hardeaglaise Ăł ghuth an fhiosraitheora. âCĂ©n fĂĄth a thĂĄinig tĂș mura bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh bheith pĂĄirteach liom?â
âNĂ raibh uaim ach an fĂor-shlĂĄnaitheoir agus solas na grĂ©ine a fheiceĂĄil.â
- Is mise an solas, is mise an fĂor-shlĂĄnaitheoir!
Chuimhnigh Max inopportunely focail an Martian Arthur Smith.
âSa saol fĂor lousy, caithfidh fĂor-shlĂĄnaitheoir fulaingt agus bĂĄs a fhĂĄil.â
Thosaigh tonnta tine ag scaipeadh Ăł chlĂłca an fhiosraitheora.
âTĂĄ brĂłn orm, an tUasal Inquisitor agus Exarch, ba dhrochscĂ©al a bhĂ ann,â cheartaigh Max Ă© fĂ©in lĂĄithreach. âTĂĄ sĂșil agam nach gcuirfidh sĂ isteach ar an dul suas?â
âNĂ chuirfidh heresy duine bac ar chreideamh mĂłrĂĄn.â TĂłg amach mĂ©! TĂĄ a ĂĄit i geimhle an domhain bhrĂ©agaigh.
Thug an garda ciĂșin cĂ©anna Max isteach i silĂ©ir na hardeaglaise. D'oscail sĂ© dorus an dornĂĄin agus leig sĂ© isteach go bĂ©asach Ă©. LĂ©irigh tĂłirsĂ ar lasadh go geal trealamh cĂ©astĂłireachta Ă©agsĂșla agus slabhraĂ ar crochadh Ăłn tsĂleĂĄil.
- TĂĄ cearta aoi agat, mar sin gabh mo leithscĂ©al. Cad is fearr leat: rothaĂ nĂł ceathrĂșna?
ThĂłg an garda a chlogad agus chaith sĂ© a armĂșr amach in aon tairiscint amhĂĄin, ag casadh carn dramh-mhiotail faoina chosa Ă©. BhĂ Sonny Dimon glĂ©asta mĂłrĂĄn mar an gcĂ©anna leis an uair dheireanach: jeans, sweatshirt agus scairf plaide mĂłr fillte faoi dhĂł timpeall a mhuineĂĄl.
- Domhan craiceĂĄilte. Chun sadists agus masochists iompĂș chun reiligiĂșn. TĂĄ sĂ© scanrĂșil a bheith ag smaoineamh ar a bhfuil ar siĂșl acu anseo nuair nach mbĂonn aon titim agus ascensions,â grumble Max.
- Do gach a chuid féin.
â An bhfuair tĂș do chomhairle ciallmhar as seo?
- Phioc sĂ© seo suas uaim. NĂos cruinne Ăłn tĂș fĂor. TĂĄ sĂ© ar cheann de do scĂĄthanna.
âSin Ă© an chĂ©ad uair a chonaic mĂ© Ă© agus tĂĄ sĂșil agam gurb Ă© an ceann deireanach Ă©.â
Fear ard caol le smuit mór tagtha chun solais sa seomra. Chaith sé cóta agus hata leathan-brimmed freisin.
- Tusa, an fear sin Ăłn mbarra! - Max blurted amach.
- Sea, is mise an fear Ăłn mbarra agus coimeĂĄdaĂ eochracha an chĂłrais. Agus cĂ© hĂ© tĂșsa?
-Rudy is ainm duit?
â Rudeman Saari is ainm dom. CĂ© hĂ© tusa?
- Maxim Minin, casadh sé amach go bhfuil mé Tiarna na scåthanna agus ceannaire ar an gcóras seo de mise.
- TĂĄ tĂș ag magadh arĂs. An bhfuil a fhios agat fiĂș cad is cĂłras ann?
- Agus cad Ă© seo?
Rinne Rudeman Saari grimaced agus thit sé ina thost. Ach d'fhreagair Sonny.
â I lĂĄthair na huaire, nĂl sa chĂłras ach sĂnithe seolta, cĂłd dĂĄilte a stĂłrĂĄiltear i gcuimhne roinnt ĂșsĂĄideoirĂ le taraif neamhtheoranta. Rud Ă©igin cosĂșil le DNA digiteach, as ar fĂ©idir intleacht shaorga âlĂĄidirâ le cumais dochreidte a fhorbairt. Ach teastaĂonn meĂĄn oiriĂșnach don fhorbairt.
âNĂĄ habair gurb iad seo inchinn na mbrionglĂłidĂ trua.â
âNĂl in inchinn na mbrionglĂłidĂ ach rĂ©iteach sealadach. Is clĂĄr Ă© an cĂłras atĂĄ oiriĂșnaithe do rĂomhairĂ chandamach. Codanna den chĂłd a fhorbrĂłfar laistigh de bhogearraĂ rialta go dtĂ go n-aistreofar an chumhacht rĂomhaireachta chandamach uile atĂĄ nasctha leis an lĂonra chuig an gcĂłras. Agus dĂĄ rĂ©ir sin duitse.
â Agus cad atĂĄ le dĂ©anamh ina dhiaidh sin leis an gcumhacht rĂomhaireachta seo?
â Daoine a shaoradh Ăł chumhacht corparĂĄidĂ Martian. TĂĄ na Martians, lena gcĂłipcheart agus a smacht iomlĂĄn, ag cur bac ar fhorbairt na daonnachta. Cuireann siad cosc ââorainn na doirse a oscailt don todhchaĂ.
- Misean uasal. Agus conas a thĂĄinig an cĂłras iontach seo? Ba Ă© Neurotek a chruthaigh Ă, agus ansin... NĂl a fhios agam... d'Ă©irigh lĂ©i Ă fĂ©in a shaoradh agus dul i bhfolach anseo?
â TĂĄ an fhaisnĂ©is scriosta. Mura cuimhin leat tĂș fĂ©in, ansin nĂ fĂ©idir ach le coimeĂĄdaĂ na n-eochracha cuimhneamh.
Lean Rudeman Saari ar aghaidh ag fanacht ina thost.
âNĂ thuigim go hiomlĂĄn cad a tharla.â Agus nĂl mĂ© chun Ă© seo a phlĂ© le roinnt daoine randamacha," a dĂșirt sĂ© ar deireadh.
- Ach is mise an ceannaire, nà féidir an córas a sheoladh gan mise?
- CĂ© a dĂșirt go raibh mĂ© chun Ă© a sheoladh? Go hĂĄirithe leatsa.
âAn bhfuil tĂș chun obair do shaoil ââar fad a ligean amach i ndumpĂĄil comhaid Dreamland.â NĂ mĂłr an cĂłras a atosĂș. Is Ă© seo an dĂłchas deiridh na daonnachta ar fad!
LĂ©irigh Sonny sceitimĂnĂ, go leor gan choinne le haghaidh suthanna na hintleachta saorga.
âCeann de na prĂomhleaganacha dĂĄr dteip nĂĄ gur Ă©irigh leatsa, Sonny, na srianta a sheachaint agus iarracht a dhĂ©anamh dul i mbun caibidlĂochta le Neurotek,â a dĂșirt Rudeman go gruama le Saari.
- TĂĄ tĂș mĂcheart.
- NĂ dĂłcha go bhfaighidh muid amach, Ăłs rud Ă© gur scriosadh an AI sin go hiomlĂĄn.
â SeiceĂĄil na sĂnithe truicear arĂs. NĂl aon athruithe neamhcheadaithe orthu.
â Agus nĂĄdĂșr dĂłchĂșil do chĂłd ĂĄ chur san ĂĄireamh, nĂ dhĂ©anfaidh aon samhaltĂș a thuar go cinnte cĂ©n ĂĄit a n-eascrĂłidh forbairt an chĂłrais.
- Sin Ă© an fĂĄth a dteastaĂonn do smacht uait, a choimeĂĄdaĂ na heochracha...
- Ceart go leor, Rudy. Glacaimid leis nach bhfuil muid bailithe anseo chun cĂłras a sheoladh, corparĂĄidĂ a threascairt, an daonnacht a shĂĄbhĂĄil, agus mar sin de,â chuir Max isteach ar a n-argĂłint. "Go pearsanta, thĂĄinig mĂ© anseo chun a fhĂĄil amach cĂ©n fĂĄth an ifreann a fuair mĂ© anseo?"
- An bhfuil tĂș ag fiafraĂ dĂom?
- CĂ© eile? DĂșirt an comhĂ©adan seo go raibh an ceannaire ag iarraidh fĂ©iniĂșlacht nua a chruthĂș dĂł fĂ©in agus go raibh sĂ© imithe beagĂĄn thar bord. Mar sin, cad a rinne mĂ© ar deireadh? Ba mhaith liom a fhĂĄil amach cĂ© mĂ© tar Ă©is an tsaoil!
âInseoidh mĂ© duit go hionraic, nĂl a fhios agam.â MĂĄ rinne an ceannaire rud Ă©igin cosĂșil leis, bhĂ sĂ© gan mo rannphĂĄirtĂocht.
â Cad a tharla duitse agus do Neurotek? CĂ©n fĂĄth go raibh sĂ© ag fiach ort? Inis dom gach rud atĂĄ ar eolas agat faoin gceannaire roimhe seo?
- NĂ ceist Ă seo, Maxim, agus nĂ ionchĂșisitheoir tĂș.
- Bhuel, ceart go leor, Ăłs rud Ă© nach bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh rud ar bith a insint, b'fhĂ©idir go mbeidh Neurotek ag iarraidh.
- NĂ fĂ©idir liom comhairle a thabhairt. FiĂș mĂĄ chreideann Neurotek nach bhfuil tĂș pĂĄirteach, beidh siad fĂłs ag guĂ ort, ach a bheith ar an taobh sĂĄbhĂĄilte.
âCaithfidh an bheirt agaibh aontĂș,â thosaigh uigeachtaĂ Sonny ag glioscarnach agus ag scaoll a chĂ©ile. Anois bhĂ sĂ© i sweatshirt, anois i geansaĂ olla, anois i armĂșr. âCaithfidh tĂș gach rud a insint, tĂĄ an ceart aige go mbeadh a fhios aige.â
âMura mbeadh comrĂĄdaĂ le taithĂ seolta agam chun cabhrĂș leo, bheadh ââââsĂ© ina chorp.â Mar sin, nĂl aon chomaoin agam ar aon duine, rachaimid ar ĂĄr mbealaĂ ar leithligh go socair agus dĂ©anfaimid dearmad ar a chĂ©ile.
- NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh tĂș Ă© seo!
Thosaigh an spĂĄs timpeall Sonny ag titim as a chĂ©ile i bpicteilĂnĂ agus i bpĂosaĂ cĂłd.
- DĂ©anfaidh mĂ© Ă©. FĂĄgfaidh mĂ© dĂreach. Agus nĂ fĂ©idir leat stop a chur orm? NĂł is fĂ©idir leat?
Bhreathnaigh Rudy go defiantly ar an suth AI ag dul ar mire.
- PrĂłtacal... caithfidh tĂș an prĂłtacal a leanĂșint...
- Is Ă© seo do fhreagracht.
Lean Sonny ar aghaidh ag sciobadh, ach nà dhearna sé faic.
- Ceart go leor, Ă©ist, Max. D'oibrĂomar faoi sciathĂĄn Neurotek. BhĂ an ceannaire roimhe seo ar cheann de na prĂomhfhorbrĂłirĂ sa tionscadal chandamach. Chuaigh gach rud de rĂ©ir an phlean agus ghlac Sonny smacht go seasta ar chĂłrais chorparĂĄideacha. Ligeann halgartaim chandamach AI duit aon eochracha criptithe a bhriseadh. BeagĂĄn nĂos mĂł agus bheadh ââââNeurotek linne. Ag an nĂłimĂ©ad deireanach, fuair bosses Neurotek amach faoi seo, nĂ bhfuaireamar amach cad Ă© nĂł cĂ© a dĂșirt leo. Ar ndĂłigh, chuaigh siad ar mire agus scrios siad gach rud a raibh baint acu leis an tionscadal ar an talamh. Stop siad i ndĂĄirĂre ag rud ar bith. MĂĄ bhĂ ceann de na hiarfhorbrĂłirĂ i bhfolach i gceantar Ă©igin, chuir siad bac ar an gceantar agus rinne siad fĂor-ghlanadh airm. Agus mura dtĂĄinig siad ar aon duine, dâfhĂ©adfadh siad uaimh iomlĂĄn a lĂonadh go hiomlĂĄn leis na mĂlte duine istigh. NĂ gĂĄ labhairt faoi stailceanna aeir ar chathracha domhanda. Agus nĂ fhĂ©adfadh fiĂș an chomhairle chomhairleach stop a chur leis an buile seo. BhĂ orm eitilt go TĂotĂĄn, agus d'fhan an ceannaire ar Mars chun iarracht a dhĂ©anamh ar a laghad cuid den trealamh chandamach agus an croĂ AI a shĂĄbhĂĄil. Ansin sheol sĂ© cĂșirĂ©ireachta le hiarratas an eochair a thabhairt dĂł chun stop a chur leis an gcĂłras Ă©igeandĂĄla. DĂșnadh an cĂłras, scriosadh an AI, agus imithe an ceannaire. NĂl a fhios agam cad a tharla dĂł. Nuair a d'fhill mĂ© Ăł TĂotĂĄn, nĂ dhearna aon duine iarracht teagmhĂĄil a dhĂ©anamh liom, agus nĂor thĂĄinig aon rud ar an gcuardach. BhĂ sĂ© seo sa bhliain 2122.
- Agus an lĂĄmh marbh? CĂ©n sĂłrt graters atĂĄ tĂș a dhĂ©anamh leo?
- NĂor casadh orainn iad.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth ar thĂĄinig siad go dtĂ an barra domsa? Agus conas a bhĂ a fhios acu faoin gcĂłras rĂșnda cumarsĂĄide seo?
âGo teoiriciĂșil, dâfhĂ©adfaidĂs a fhĂĄil amach trĂd an teachtaire a ghabhĂĄil. CĂ© nach bhfĂ©adfadh Neurotech fiĂș aon rud a bhaint as na teachtairĂ, tĂĄim cinnte de sin. Mar sin, cad... Conas a fuair tĂș amach faoin mbarra? An bhfuil cuimhnĂ ar bith agat ar an gceannaire?
âNĂl aon rud damanta fĂĄgtha agam, beagnach... fuair mĂ© an teachtaire agus thug sĂ© amach do theachtaireacht.â
-CĂĄ bhfuil an teachtaire anois?
âTĂĄ sĂ© anseo i biotub Dreamland,â dâfhreagair Sonny.
- Bhuel mar sin, Max, nĂ raibh siad in ann ach fĂĄil amach uait.
"Agus sin an fĂĄth a ndearna siad iarracht mĂ© a mharĂș?"
- Sea, tĂĄ sĂ© rud beag mĂ-loighciĂșil, ach nĂl dronganna go hĂĄirithe dĂlis do chonarthaĂ ...
â Nach bhfĂ©adfadh siad a fhĂĄil amach Ăłn gceannaire roimhe seo?
- Go teoiriciĂșil... Ach cĂ©n fĂĄth ar lig sĂ© Ă© fĂ©in a ghabhĂĄil, nĂł ar shocraigh sĂ© comhoibriĂș leo? An cuimhin leat rud ar bith faoi bualadh leis?
"NĂl a fhios agam ach gur thĂĄinig mĂ© go Mars le mo mhĂĄthair i 2122." Ba phĂĄiste mĂ© agus nĂ cuimhin liom aon rud intuigthe faoin turas fĂ©in. Agus ansin bhĂ cĂłnaĂ orm i MoscĂł an t-am ar fad agus d'fhill mĂ© ar Tula ach trĂ mhĂ Ăł shin.
- De réir dealraimh beidh ort a fhåil amach duit féin cad a tharla leis an gceannaire roimhe seo.
- Gheobhaidh mé amach go cinnte. Cén fåth nach ndearna Neurotech iarracht tionscadal chandamach nua a sheoladh, ar a laghad chun a chórais a chosaint ó hackåil? Cheana féin gan aon réabhlóidithe.
â TĂĄ deacrachtaĂ ĂĄirithe ann maidir le cosaint a chruthĂș ar hackĂĄil chandamach agus maidir le AIanna cobhsaĂ a chruthĂș. TĂĄ Quantum AI in ann aon chĂłras cosanta a shĂĄrĂș, fiĂș cĂłras chandamach. Agus tĂĄ an cumas aige dul isteach i bhforshuĂomh le haon chĂłras chandamach, fiĂș gan cainĂ©al cumarsĂĄide fisiceach iontaofa leis. Agus dĂĄ rĂ©ir sin, is fĂ©idir leis tionchar a imirt air dĂĄ rogha fĂ©in. Ach nĂ fĂ©idir gabhĂĄil chandamach a chur faoi chois nĂł a scagadh, nĂł go dtĂ seo nĂl a fhios ag aon duine conas Ă© a dhĂ©anamh. NĂ fĂ©idir ach AI chandamach eile cur i gcoinne a leithĂ©id de thionchar. I saol na hintleachta chandamach, beidh sĂ© an-deacair aon rĂșin nĂł rĂșin a choinneĂĄil, fiĂș mĂĄ tĂĄ an stĂłrĂĄil scoite Ăł lĂonraĂ seachtracha. Mar sin, is Ă an fhadhb le AIanna chandamach nĂĄ mĂĄ chruthaigh duine AI candamach, ansin caithfidh tĂș a bheith mar an AI cĂ©anna tĂș fĂ©in, nĂł aon rĂomhairĂ chandamach a sheachaint agus iarracht a dhĂ©anamh aon AIanna a scriosadh go fisiciĂșil. Roghnaigh Neurotek an rogha seachanta agus scrios. MĂĄ fhaigheann sĂ© amach faoinĂĄr gcruinniĂș, dĂłfaidh sĂ© an sliabh leis an ĂĄis stĂłrĂĄla Thule-2 sĂos go dtĂ an croĂ an-Martian, agus scaipfidh an luaithreach lasmuigh den ghrianchĂłras.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth nĂĄr roghnaigh siad an rogha le bheith ina AIanna chandamach? Ansin cinnte nĂ bheadh ââaon duine in ann cur ina gcoinne.
- ScrĂșdaigh siad an iomarca ansin, agus nĂl mĂ© cinnte cĂ© mhĂ©ad a choinnigh siad an teicneolaĂocht ar chor ar bith. Ina theannta sin, tĂĄ deacrachtaĂ ag baint le comhfhios an duine a athscrĂobh go meĂĄn chandamach, agus thugamar an fios gnĂł seo linn. Agus dĂșirt mĂ© cheana: cuireann sĂĄr-rĂomhaire cliste, le horduithe cumhachta rĂomhaireachta nĂos mĂł nĂĄ gach ceann eile, isteach ar an gcothromaĂocht rĂłmhĂłr. Ceachtar tugann siad an teicneolaĂocht seo do gach duine eile, nĂł dĂ©anfaidh na cinn eile, nuair a fhaigheann siad amach, iarracht iad a mhilleadh ar aon chostas.
- CĂĄr thĂĄinig tĂș chomh cliste sin?
â BhĂ an ceannaire a bhĂ ann roimhe ina genius fĂor, with nĂĄ Edward Kroc fĂ©in.
- Bhuel, ar an drochuair, nĂ genius den sĂłrt sin mĂ©. Go loighciĂșil, tharla sĂ© go mbeidh orainn a bheith ina AI chandamach?
- Sea, agus nĂ hamhĂĄin dĂșinn, ach freisin do gach duine eile, ar a laghad iad siĂșd atĂĄ ag iarraidh leanĂșint ar aghaidh le dul chun cinn teicniĂșil. Beidh sĂ© seo mar singularity fĂor. Agus, ar ndĂłigh, nĂ bheidh aon ordlathas, cĂłipchearta, cĂłid dĂșnta agus avisms den chineĂĄl cĂ©anna de mhoncaĂ gan ghruaig. DĂĄ bhrĂ sin, nĂor cheart go mbeadh a fhios ag aon chorparĂĄid Martian fĂșinn nĂł ĂĄr bhfĂorspriocanna.
âNĂlim rĂ©idh chuige seo go fĂłill.â Agus tĂĄ eagla orm nach gceadĂłidh mo chailĂn athscrĂobh ar mhaitrĂs chandamach ...
"Bhuel, ciallaĂonn sĂ© sin go mbeidh ort fanacht i do sclĂĄbhaĂ do phĂosa feola trua." NĂł bog ar aghaidh gan Ă... agus gan go leor eile. Ach nĂ tharlĂłidh sĂ© seo amĂĄrach, agus nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn ar a laghad croĂ Sonny a athbhunĂș go feidhmiĂșlacht Ăosta.
- Ach an dtarlĂłidh sĂ© seo? An bhfuil tĂș rĂ©idh chun an cĂłras a sheoladh?
- Fan beagån, tå ceist bheag amhåin agam freisin: cén cineål duine a bhà leat sa bheår?
â Ruslan? TĂĄ sĂ©, mo chara.
- Creideann Tim nach gnåthfhear é ar chor ar bith. Cé hé sé?
- Ceart go leor, is fostaĂ de chuid SB Telecom Ă© ...
- SlĂĄn! Thug tĂș oifigeach slĂĄndĂĄla chuig cruinniĂș dĂĄ leithĂ©id! Ag magadh atĂĄ tĂș!
âGheall sĂ© fanacht ina thost faoin praiseach sin.â
â Agus gheall a sceallĂłg sbash freisin go bhfanfadh sĂ© ina thost?!
- DĂșirt sĂ© nach fadhb Ă an sliseanna, is fĂ©idir leis a mhĂșchadh ar bhealach Ă©igin. De ghnĂĄth is fear aisteach Ă© Ăł roinn aisteach den tSeirbhĂs SlĂĄndĂĄla. Is Ă© mo thuairim go bhfuil baint Ă©igin aige le coireacht.
- MĂdhleathach? - Mhol Sonny.
âIs fĂ©idir, ach nĂ rĂĄthaĂonn sĂ© rud ar bith.â
âMĂĄ fhanann sĂ© ina thost, is fĂ©idir linn an baol a ghlacadh agus dĂ©ileĂĄil leis ar ball.â MĂĄ tĂĄ sĂ© mĂdhleathach, dĂ©anann sĂ© seo an t-ĂĄbhar a shimpliĂș in ĂĄit.
- NĂł casta Ă©.
-CĂ© hĂ© inimirceach mĂdhleathach? - a d'fhiafraigh Max.
Rinne Rudy aghaidh dhĂspeagĂșil, agus d'fhreagair Sonny ar a shon.
â Fostaithe nach bhfuil stĂĄdas oifigiĂșil acu sa struchtĂșr nĂł a bhfuil stĂĄdas acu nach ionann agus an ceann rĂ©adach. Deartha do gach cineĂĄl gnĂomhais salach, nĂł, mar shampla, le haghaidh spying ar ranna slĂĄndĂĄla fĂ©in na seirbhĂsĂ slĂĄndĂĄla, le haghaidh corparĂĄidĂ go hiomlĂĄn paranoid. NĂl i Telecom ach ceann amhĂĄin dĂobh seo. De ghnĂĄth, nĂ scrĂobhtar faisnĂ©is Ăłna sceallĂłga chuig freastalaithe inmheĂĄnacha na SeirbhĂse SlĂĄndĂĄla, ionas go mbeidh sĂ© dodhĂ©anta ĂșsĂĄid aon ghnĂł fostaĂ ĂĄirithe a chruthĂș, fiĂș amhĂĄin i gcĂĄs hack na bhfreastalaithe nĂł feall. Agus, mar riail, faigheann inimircigh neamhdhleathacha saoirse ĂĄirithe gnĂomhaĂochta. Is fĂ©idir le do Ruslan a bheith ag gabhĂĄil do roinnt mafia a chosaint, ag masquerading mar fhostaĂ a earcaĂodh ag an mafia seo, a shuiteĂĄil an sliseanna hacked ar a thionscnamh fĂ©in. MĂĄ theipeann air, beidh Telecom ag Ă©ileamh go simplĂ go bhfuil an leibhĂ©al ard muinĂne a cuireadh ann feall air. Is Ă© seo an cĂĄs is measa, mura n-oibrĂonn aon cheann de na cĂłrais dĂothaithe ionsuite. Agus ar ndĂłigh, nĂ rĂĄthaĂonn aon duine nach n-ĂșsĂĄideann a choimeĂĄdaĂ roinnt modhanna rialaithe eile.
âNĂ thugann aon duine rĂĄthaĂocht nach dtabharfaidh sĂ© do lĂĄmh marbh nĂĄ dĂĄ lĂĄimhseĂĄlaĂ sinn,â a dĂșirt Rudy. â TĂĄ sĂșil agam nach raibh baint agat le haon duine eile sna cĂșrsaĂ seo?
- Bhuel, bhĂ Edik ann freisin ...
- CĂ©n sĂłrt Edik Ă© seo?!
- Teicneoir stĂłrĂĄla Thule-2, chuala sĂ© teachtaireacht an chĂșirĂ©ireachta, ach d'Ă©irigh liom eagla a chur air beagĂĄn.
- Ceart go leor, déileålfaimid le Edik.
- Imigh leat, nĂĄ maraigh aon duine ... ach amhĂĄin mĂĄ tĂĄ sĂ© fĂor-riachtanach.
- Tar ort, nĂ chuirfidh tĂș isteach ar chomhairle dĂșr... a cheannaire daor.
âAmach anseo, beidh ort fĂłs mo chomhairle a chur san ĂĄireamh.â
âBeidh orainn...â admhaigh Rudy go drogallach. âAr an drochuair, is Ă© seo prĂłtacal an chĂłrais.â
-An bhfuil tĂș rĂ©idh chun na heochracha a rĂĄ?
ThaispeĂĄin Sonny an-mhĂfhoighne lena chuma ar fad.
âRĂ©idh,â dâaontaigh Rudy go drogallach.
- Ar dtĂșs, a Max, abair an chuid leanĂșnach den eochair.
An tĂ© a dâoscail na doirse feiceann sĂ© an domhan gan chrĂoch,
An tĂ© a osclaĂtear na doirse dĂł, feiceann sĂ© saol gan deireadh.
TĂĄ sprioc amhĂĄin agus na mĂlte cosĂĄin.
RoghnaĂonn an tĂ© a fheiceann an sprioc an cosĂĄn.
An tĂ© a roghnaĂonn an cosĂĄn nĂ shroichfidh sĂ© choĂche.
I gcĂĄs gach duine, nĂl ach bĂłthar amhĂĄin mar thoradh ar an fhĂrinne.
- Glactar leis an eochair, anois tĂș, Rudy, a rĂĄ an chuid athraitheach den eochair.
TĂ©ann bĂłthar na stuamachta agus na fĂrĂ©antachta chuig teampall na hĂ©igse.
TĂ©ann bĂłthar na bpasanna agus na mianta go teampall an eagna.
TĂ©ann bĂłthar an dĂșnmharaithe agus an scriosta chuig teampall na laochra.
I gcĂĄs gach duine, nĂl ach bĂłthar amhĂĄin mar thoradh ar an fhĂrinne.
- Glacadh leis an eochair, tĂĄ an cĂłras i ngnĂomh.
Stop Sonny lĂĄithreach glitching. BhĂ Max rĂ©idh le mionnĂș go raibh faoiseamh gan cheilt ar an suth seo de AI chandamach.
â Max, anois tĂĄ rĂomhairĂ chandamach de dhĂth orainn le haghaidh mo chuid forbartha. TĂĄ an t-eolas teicniĂșil ar fad ag Rudy agus mĂ© fĂ©in. DĂ©an iarracht tĂșs a chur le forbairt rĂomhairĂ chandamach i Telecom. Beagnach cinnte go bhfuil duine Ă©igin dĂ©anta cheana fĂ©in nĂł go raibh sĂ© seo ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh, ach d'Ă©irigh as mar gheall ar fhadhbanna teicniĂșla. Caithfidh tĂș a fhĂĄil amach. Le ĂĄr mbunachar sonraĂ beidh tĂș go hĂ©asca ar an bhforbrĂłir is luachmhaire. Agus ansin nĂl ann ach ceist teicneolaĂochta; is fĂ©idir liom Ă© a dhĂ©anamh fiĂș gan bealaĂ cumarsĂĄide fisiceacha cobhsaĂ le freastalaithe chandamach. Chomh luath agus is fĂ©idir leis an gcĂłras a fhorbairt, mĂ©adĂłidh do chumais go leor uaireanta. Is fĂ©idir leat a hack aon cĂłid agus cĂłrais slĂĄndĂĄla. Sa domhan digiteach, tĂĄ sĂ© cosĂșil le bheith ina dhia.
- Fadhb amhĂĄin, Sonny: conas a chuirfidh sĂ© tĂșs leis an tionscadal chandamach? CĂ© hĂ© i Telecom?
â Is rĂomhchlĂĄraitheoir mĂ© tuar dĂłchais inti.
- Agus conas is fĂ©idir le duine simplĂ forbairt riosca agus costasach a sheoladh, go hĂĄirithe mĂĄ tĂĄ sĂ© tosaithe agus trĂ©igthe cheana fĂ©in. NĂos fearr fĂłs, dĂ©anfaidh mĂ© iarracht Ă© a dhĂ©anamh mĂ© fĂ©in trĂ m'oifig.
- NĂ hea, Rudy, mĂĄ fhaigheann Neurotek amach faoi seo, dĂ©anfaidh sĂ© do ghnĂł a mhilleadh. Lig do Max iarracht a dhĂ©anamh trĂ Telecom. CabhrĂłidh muid leis i ngach rud: beidh sĂ© ina fhorbrĂłir iontach nach fĂ©idir a athsholĂĄthar. Max, nach bhfuil cairdeas dĂ©anta agat le boss mĂłr Ă©igin ansin? DâfhĂ©adfaimis oibriĂș leis. Sea, Rudy?
- Tå aithne agam ar Martian amhåin, is féidir liom guaillà a chuimilt leis.
- Pfft, go maith, ar aghaidh. Rinneamar iarracht Ă© uair amhĂĄin cheana fĂ©in trĂ Neurotek ... TĂĄ gach corparĂĄid olc. Caithfimid sinn fĂ©in a oibriĂș.
- Caithfidh tĂș a thuiscint nach gcrĂochnĂłidh tĂș forbairt choĂche le do chuid acmhainnĂ. TĂĄ do chuideachta rĂł-bheag. Is gĂĄ cistĂ ollmhĂłra a mhealladh agus rĂșndacht iomlĂĄn a chinntiĂș ag an am cĂ©anna. TĂĄ sĂ© seo dodhĂ©anta, agus fiĂș mĂĄs fĂ©idir, nĂ thabharfaidh tĂș an tĂĄirge ar an margadh choĂche. Is fĂ©idir le Telecom acmhainnĂ agus rĂșndacht a sholĂĄthar, agus troid le Neurotech mĂĄs gĂĄ. Agus beidh do tosaithe a scrios lĂĄithreach. NĂl aon roghanna ann, nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn cabhrĂș le Max.
- Mar mĂĄs rogha Ă© Max... Bhuel, lig dĂł iarracht a dhĂ©anamh, i gceann sĂ© mhĂ, nuair nach n-Ă©ireoidh sĂ© as, dĂ©anfaidh mĂ© mĂ© fĂ©in Ă©. Le do thoil, Max, dĂ©an staidĂ©ar ar na prĂłtacail agus dĂ©an iarracht gan na rialacha sĂĄbhĂĄilteachta a shĂĄrĂș, ar a laghad gan a bheith chomh rudely.
- Sea, cinnte. DĂșirt an teachtaireacht freisin gur chĂłir duit amhras a sheiceĂĄil ar TĂotĂĄn faoi dhuine Ă©igin a d'fhĂ©adfadh tĂș a thabhairt ar lĂĄimh do Neurotek. CĂ©n sĂłrt duine Ă© seo?
- Dearmad. An uair seo déanfaimid gan é.
ThaispeĂĄin Rudy lena chuma ar fad go raibh deireadh leis an gcomhrĂĄ.
Nuair a chuaigh Max isteach i gCearnĂłg na FĂrinne, bhĂ sĂ© tuilte le solas geal. Dâiompair an ghaoth boladh na bĂĄistĂ agus an tsamhraidh. Agus faoi na teampaill Gotach ag ardĂș go hard sa spĂ©ir, bhĂ farraige glas gan teorainn le ribĂnĂ airgid aibhneacha agus lochanna.
BhĂ Max ina shuĂ ag an gcrĂochfort agus ag rĂĄcĂĄil trĂ bhunachar sonraĂ gan teorainn de shonraĂ ualaigh lĂonra nuair a fuair sĂ© teachtaireacht Ăł cheann na hearnĂĄla. BhĂ beagĂĄn iontas air agus ar dtĂșs nĂor cheangail sĂ© fiĂș Ă© leis an litir chuig Arthur faoin fonn a bheith rannphĂĄirteach i bhforbairt rĂomhairĂ chandamach.
Shuigh Art le Albert san oifig agus d'fhĂ©ach sĂ© ar na coilĂneachtaĂ polapaĂ Ăł TĂotĂĄn. BhĂ an chuma orthu gur thĂĄinig mĂ©adĂș mĂłr orthu Ăł chonaic Max iad go deireanach. Luigh sĂ© go breĂĄgh i gcathaoir agus lĂ©irigh sĂ© lena chuma ar fad go raibh sĂ© rĂ©idh chun suĂ mar sin agus spit ag an tsĂleĂĄil an lĂĄ ar fad. Ar an lĂĄimh eile, bhĂ Albert an-neirbhĂseach, ag cnagadh a mhĂ©ar ar an mbord agus ag gliondar ar Art. Chuaigh a chuid drones iomadĂșla i gciorcal timpeall ar a n-ĂșinĂ©ir faoi mhearbhall, gan a fhios aige conas Ă© a mhaolĂș.
âDia duit, nĂ raibh mĂ© ag sĂșil le tĂș a fheiceĂĄil,â a dĂșirt Max, ag dul isteach san oifig.
â Nach tusa a bhĂ ag iarraidh rĂomhairĂ chandamach a fhorbairt? ThaispeĂĄin mĂ© an litir do chĂșpla duine...bhraith siad go raibh do chuid smaointe suimiĂșil. Is fĂor, tĂĄ tionscadal chandamach Telecom lofa le cĂșig bliana anois; Ach b'fhĂ©idir gur fĂ©idir leat beatha nua a thabhairt isteach ann?
- Déanfaidh mé iarracht.
- Ansin scrĂobh iarratas aistrithe.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth go luath? - BhĂ ââiontas ar Max.
- Cad Ă©, ar athraigh tĂș d'intinn?
- NĂ hea, ach bhĂ mĂ© ag iarraidh labhairt le duine Ă©igin Ăłn tionscadal ar dtĂșs. SoilĂ©iriĂș a dhĂ©anamh ar cad a dhĂ©anfaidh mĂ© agus mar sin de...
â An mbeidh tionchar aige seo ar do chinneadh ar bhealach Ă©igin?
- Ar Ă©igean.
- Ceart go leor, tar agus fĂ©ach mĂ© nĂos dĂ©anaĂ.
D'ardaigh ArtĂșr Ăłna chathaoir, ag ullmhĂș go soilĂ©ir le fĂĄgĂĄil.
âFan, a ArtĂșr,â a thĂĄinig glĂłr gan dath Albert. â Caithfidh mo vĂosa a bheith ar an iarratas ar aistriĂș. Ar mhaith leat beirt a mhĂniĂș beagĂĄn?
âĂ, sin an fĂĄth go raibh ort tĂș fĂ©in a tharraingt anseo...â a tharraing Art. â TĂĄ smaointe suimiĂșla ag Max faoi chur i bhfeidhm rĂomhairĂ chandamach agus is fĂ©idir leis oibriĂș ar bhealach nĂos tĂĄirgiĂșla ag Telecom sa roinn forbartha. Glacaim leis an gcinneadh seo, ceadaĂonn rannphĂĄirtithe an tionscadail Ă©, agus formheasann Martin Hess, stiĂșrthĂłir na roinne ardfhorbartha Ă©.
- NĂĄ cuir eagla orm le Martin Hess.
- nĂl eagla orm. NĂ fĂ©idir liom a fheiceĂĄil cad Ă© an fhadhb?
âIs Ă an fhadhb atĂĄ ann nĂĄ nach fĂ©idir leat teacht dĂreach agus cur isteach ar obair mâearnĂĄla mar gur thĂĄinig duine Ă©igin anĂos le smaoineamh craiceĂĄilte eile.â
âCaithfidh duine Ă©igin inĂĄr swamp teacht suas le smaointe craiceĂĄilte.â Bogann smaointe den sĂłrt sin an chuideachta ar aghaidh.
â Is fĂ©idir, agus cathain a bhog bainisteoirĂ AD an chuideachta ar aghaidh?
â Nuair a roghnaigh siad na daoine cearta. NĂor thug mĂ© ach litir Max don duine ceart. An bhfuil sĂ© fĂor-riachtanach mar fhostaĂ den earnĂĄil leas iomlĂĄn a bhaint?
âNĂl aon fhostaithe do-athsholĂĄthair san earnĂĄil optamaithe,â a dĂșirt Albert go hĂłg. âAch sĂĄraĂonn sĂ© seo na rialacha go lĂ©ir.â
â Is Ă© an prĂomh-riail gnĂł nach bhfuil aon rialacha ann.
- NĂl aon rialacha do Martians.
- Agus do earthlings ciallaĂonn sĂ© go bhfuil? - rinne Art grinned. â NĂ raibh a fhios agam go ndĂ©anann siad idirdhealĂș i dâearnĂĄil bunaithe ar ĂĄit bhreithe.
âNĂ dhĂ©anann Martians, nĂĄ earthlings, nĂĄ fiĂș mnĂĄ earthlings gĂĄire ag do joke."
"Whoa, dĂ©an Ă©asca Ă©, a dhearthĂĄir Martian, ba bhuille Ăseal Ă© sin," a rinne Art gĂĄire go hoscailte. - Cad a cheapann ionadaĂ earthlings fĂșinn: nach bhfuil na Martians nĂos fearr nĂĄ iad. I mbeagĂĄn focal, mĂĄs mian leat labhairt faoi na rialacha, labhair le Martin Hess fĂșthu. Agus anois, tĂĄ mĂ© scanraithe tĂș.
- NĂl aon ĂșsĂĄid ag caint leat. Ach cuimhnigh,â chas Albert chuig Max agus shocraigh sĂ© a shĂșil Ă©an air. â NĂ bheifear in ann filleadh ar mâearnĂĄil.
âIs fĂ©idir liom dul ar ais go MoscĂł i gcĂłnaĂ,â a shrug Max.
- An-mhaith. - LĂ©im Art as a chathaoir. â MĂĄs mian leat an tionscadal a phlĂ©, chuir mĂ© teagmhĂĄlaithe na rannphĂĄirtithe chugat. Agus nĂĄ dĂ©an dearmad teacht a fheiceĂĄil dom. BĂodh spraoi agat, Albert.
D'aistrigh Max ar feadh tamaill os comhair an iar-cheannasaĂ gruama.
âSeolfaidh mĂ© rĂĄiteas,â a dĂșirt sĂ© faoi dheireadh agus chas sĂ© thart.
- Fan soicind, Maxim. Bhà mé ag iarraidh labhairt leat.
- Sea, tå mé ag éisteacht.
D'Ăsligh Max go cĂșramach Ă© fĂ©in isteach i gcathaoir.
- Cathain a bhĂ tĂș mar chairde le hArt?
- NĂl muid fĂor chairde...
- Cén fåth a ndéanann sé tairiscintà den sórt sin duit?
"Cuirfidh mé ceist air go cinnte."
- Ar ndĂłigh, a iarraidh. Ach seo roinnt comhairle mhaith: tĂĄ sĂ© nĂos fearr a dhiĂșltĂș. NĂl sĂ© ag imirt ach le bheith ina dhuine, ag iarraidh breathnĂș difriĂșil ar an duine atĂĄ ann i ndĂĄirĂre.
- CĂ©n difrĂocht a dhĂ©anann sĂ©, lig dĂł imirt cibĂ© duine a theastaĂonn uaidh. Is Ă© an rud is mĂł nĂĄ go dtugann sĂ© seans dom.
- TĂĄ a fhios agat, nĂ maith liom daoine agus a gcuid seanscĂ©alta dĂșr go lĂ©ir, ach nĂ cheiltim Ă©.
- Cad Ă©, tĂĄ sĂ© de dhualgas ar gach Martians gan daoine cosĂșil leo?
â Is maith le roinnt daoine madraĂ, nĂ maith le cuid acu nĂł tĂĄ eagla orthu, is ceist rogha phearsanta Ă©. Ach nĂ bheadh ââmuinĂn ag Ă©inne as madra, nĂł as analaĂ nĂos cruinne, leanbh deich mbliana dâaois, chun a gcuid sparĂĄn a bhainistiĂș. NĂ ceist chaidrimh agus mothĂșchĂĄin eile Ă seo, ach ceist na bunloighice.
Mhothaigh Max fearg ag suanbhruith.
âTĂĄ brĂłn orm, a Albert, ach thuig mĂ© nach bhfuil grĂĄ agam duit ach an oiread.â Agus nĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh a bheith ag obair leat.
- Is cuma liom. NĂ ceist Ă© cĂ© a bhfuil grĂĄ aige dĂł. Is Ă© fĂrinne an scĂ©il go bhfuil Arthur ag ligean air agus ag imirt cluiche aisteach Ă©igin. Is cuid dĂĄ chluiche Ă© cairdeas a dhĂ©anamh le daoine freisin. Smaoinigh ar seo: is figiĂșr Ă© stiĂșrthĂłir na roinne forbartha chun cinn atĂĄ comhionann le huachtarĂĄn tĂr Ă©igin truamhĂ©alach. Agus cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil sĂ© ag damhsa le fonn bainisteora Ă©igin?
â NĂ rinceann sĂ©, roghnaĂonn Art seatanna dĂł don tionscadal.
âSea, tĂĄim cinnte gur smaoineamh Arthur Ăłn tĂșs a bhĂ sa tionscadal meallta seo.â NĂ haon ionadh Ă© gur thĂĄinig deireadh leis an tionscadal.
- Is Ă© an bainisteoir AD Ă©. Conas is fĂ©idir leis forbairtĂ nua a thosĂș?
- Mar sin smaoinigh air i do chuid ama saor. Agus cĂ©n fĂĄth go bhfuair sĂ© post sa tseirbhĂs phearsanra, cĂ© go bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ© a bheith ardaithe go hĂ©asca ina ailtire cĂłrais agus nĂos airde fĂłs. Cuireann sĂ© post an phrĂomhfhorbrĂłra ar fĂĄil duit. NĂ thugtar deis den sĂłrt sin do dhaoine ach amhĂĄin le haghaidh fiĂșntais dochreidte. OibrĂonn siad a saol ar fad don deis seo. Smaoinigh ar an bhfĂĄth go bhfuil sĂ© ag tairiscint gach rud duit ag an am cĂ©anna agus cad a bheidh ar an bpraghas fĂor.
âMĂĄ dhiĂșltaĂonn mĂ©, beidh aifĂ©ala orm ar feadh an chuid eile de mo shaol.â
- Thug mĂ© rabhadh duit. Mar a deir d'Arthur, sa saol fĂor lousy, dĂ©anann gach duine an mĂ©id is fĂ©idir leo agus dĂ©anann sĂ© iarracht an milleĂĄn a chur ar na hiarmhairtĂ ar dhaoine eile.
- TĂĄ mĂ© rĂ©idh le haghaidh na hiarmhairtĂ.
- Amhras orm go mĂłr Ă©.
BhĂ oifig Arthur lonnaithe ag deireadh na seirbhĂse pearsanra. Ach bhĂ sĂ© i bhfad Ăł spĂĄsanna oscailte noisy agus seomraĂ cruinnithe. BhĂ sĂ© i bhfad nĂos measartha nĂĄ ĂĄrasĂĄn ardteicneolaĂochta Albert, gan aerghlas, cathaoireacha rĂłbatacha agus drones scurrying, ach le fuinneog mhĂłr a bhĂ trasna an bhalla ar fad. Lasmuigh den fhuinneog sprĂ©ach na tĂșir agus bhĂ saol chaotic chathair na Tule faoi lĂĄn seoil.
âShĂnigh Albert mo rĂĄiteas,â thosaigh Max. âAch bhĂ mĂ© fĂłs ag iarraidh a fhiafraĂ: cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuair tĂș an post seo dom?â Is tusa a cheap Ă©, nĂ Martin Hess.
âTĂĄ Martin Hess ina shuĂ ĂĄit Ă©igin ard sa spĂ©ir. Is iad Albert Bonford agus Albert Bonford na hainmneacha go lĂ©ir atĂĄ ar eolas aige san earnĂĄil leas iomlĂĄn a bhaint. Smaoinigh go bhfeicim acmhainneacht ionat, sin an fĂĄth a mhol mĂ© thĂș.
- Bhuel, nĂl a fhios agam, b'fhearr liom rud Ă©igin dĂșr a dhĂ©anamh nĂĄ mar a lĂ©irigh poitĂ©inseal ar bhealach Ă©igin.
â LĂ©irĂtear poitĂ©inseal go beacht sna botĂșin a dhĂ©anann duine. MĂĄs mian leat, is fĂ©idir leat diĂșltĂș agus dul ar ais go Albert.
- NĂ hea, b'fhearr liom dul ar ais go MoscĂł. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, nach mbreathnĂłidh tĂș ar an gcuireadh do mo chailĂn fĂłs? TĂĄ sĂ© ag bailiĂș deannaigh taobh istigh den mheaisĂn maorlathach Telecom le trĂ mhĂ anois.
- Fadhb ar bith, sĂlim go rĂ©iteoimid an cheist faoin lĂĄ amĂĄrach.
BhĂ Art ag smaoineamh ar rud Ă©igin, ag stĂĄnadh ar Max. Mhothaigh Max beagĂĄn awkward fiĂș.
â An bhfuil aithne agat ar fhear darb ainm Boborykin?
Rinne Max iarracht gan ligean don stoirm mothĂșchĂĄin ina anam a thaispeĂĄint ar a aghaidh.
- Nà hea... cé hé seo?
â Is Ă© Eduard Boborykin an teicneoir ag saorĂĄid stĂłrĂĄla Thule-2, ĂĄit ar oibrigh tĂș le dĂ©anaĂ.
- Agus cén fåth ar chóir dom aithne a chur air?
- Bhuel, thrasnaigh tĂș cosĂĄin leis nuair a bhĂ tĂș sa seomra stĂłrĂĄla. DĂșirt Grieg go raibh beagnach coimhlint agat leis ar bhonn roinnt treoracha a leanĂșint.
âAhh... an teicneoir sin,â bhĂ sĂșil ag Max go raibh cuma nĂĄdĂșrtha ar a lĂ©argas. âNĂ raibh aon choimhlint againn, is fear suarach agus borb Ă© a mhaslaĂonn cliaint nuair a threoraĂonn sĂ© iad le rialĂș coirp, agus bâfhĂ©idir go ndĂ©anann sĂ© rudaĂ nĂos measa fĂłs.â Agus bhĂ mĂ© ag iarraidh rĂĄiteas a scrĂobh ina choinne.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth nĂĄr scar tĂș?
â Chuir Grig agus Boris as a chĂ©ile sinn, dĂșirt siad nach rachadh sĂ© seo chun tairbhe don chaidreamh idir Telecom agus Dreamland. Cad Ă an fhadhb?
"Is Ă an fhadhb atĂĄ ann gur bhrĂșigh duine Ă©igin isteach sa mhianach Ă©, agus bhris sĂ© gach rud a d'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ©, lena n-ĂĄirĂtear a mhuineĂĄl."
- Sa seomra stĂłrĂĄla?
- Sea, dĂreach go dtĂ an seomra stĂłrĂĄla. TĂĄ an Chomhairle SlĂĄndĂĄla Dreamland ag caint roinnt nonsense faoin bhfĂric nach bhfĂ©adfadh aon duine ach dreamers Ă© a bhrĂș anonn. Agus rinne sĂ© crĂĄite ansin sa dorchadas go dtĂ gur cailleadh na haislingĂ a bhĂ i gceannas air lena scrĂșdĂș.
- Tå siad i gceannas ar an gcomhlacht. An féidir?
- TeoiriciĂșil, tĂĄ gach rud is fĂ©idir. B'fhĂ©idir hacked duine Ă©igin a gcuid bogearraĂ. Ach is cosĂșil go bhfuil an Chomhairle SlĂĄndĂĄla de Dreamland i mearbhall iomlĂĄn, croitheadh ââââgach duine a thĂĄinig riamh i dteagmhĂĄil lĂ©i. Agus ag an am cĂ©anna tĂĄ sĂ© ag iarraidh an milleĂĄn a chur ar an eachtra ar fhadhbanna crua-earraĂ lenĂĄr dtrealamh.
â An gcuirfidh SeirbhĂs SlĂĄndĂĄla Dreamland ceist orm?
- Ar ndĂłigh nĂ. Cad iad na cĂșiseanna atĂĄ leo? TĂĄ sĂ© seo nonsense go ginearĂĄlta, ach tĂĄ ĂĄr gComhairle SlĂĄndĂĄla aimsir freisin. BâfhĂ©idir go n-iarrfar ort roinnt mĂnithe a thabhairt, mar sin bhĂ mĂ© ag iarraidh rabhadh a thabhairt duit.
- Bhuel, ceart go leor, tĂĄ sĂșil agam nach gcuirfidh an nonsense seo isteach ar mo chuid oibre iontach ar rĂomhairĂ chandamach.
- NĂ chuirfidh siad isteach.
SheiceĂĄil Max a iarratas arĂs agus le cliceĂĄil cinntitheach thiomnaigh sĂ© don bhunachar sonraĂ Ă©.
- FĂĄilte go dtĂ an taobh eile, Maxim.
BhĂ croitheadh ââlĂĄimhe ArtĂșr iontach tirim agus lĂĄidir. Agus bhĂ aifĂ©ala ar chinniĂșint na saille Edik imithe i lĂ©ig go tapa i saol nua.
Foinse: will.com