Caibidil 2. Aisling Martian
BhĂ eolaĂ Ăłg Maxim Minin ag siĂșl feadh cnoc beag ar dhromchla Mhars, ag fĂĄgĂĄil lorg Ă©adomhain ar an ngaineamh dearg, tar Ă©is dĂł teacht fiche nĂłimĂ©ad Ăł shin ar eitilt paisinĂ©irĂ de INKIS go cosmodrome chathair Tule ar chuireadh chun obair a dhĂ©anamh dĂł. an phrĂomhchorparĂĄid Martian Telecom-ru. Chreid Maxim Ăł chroĂ nach raibh aon chomhcheilg de Martians i gcoinne an chuid eile den chine daonna, agus na revelations in iĂșl i whispers meisce sa chistin tar Ă©is an trĂĂș buidĂ©al a bhĂ ach leithscĂ©al pathetic do chailliĂșnaithe imeallaithe. BhĂ sĂ© ag dul ag obair go crua, le tacaĂocht a intinne sofaisticiĂșla, chun ĂĄit chuthach a bhaint amach ĂĄit Ă©igin ag barr na pirimide teileachumarsĂĄide. Chreid Max Ăł chroĂ a aisling Martian a bhaint amach.
BhĂ sĂ© glĂ©asta go han-ĂłcĂĄideach: i geansaĂ cniotĂĄilte olla, jeans beagĂĄn caite agus buataisĂ dubha le boinn tiubh. Chuaigh guairneĂĄn de dheannach mĂn dearg in airde ar na clocha, ach thĂĄinig an grĂĄinnĂ gainimh, gĂ©illiĂșil do thoil an chlĂĄir, ag titim ar an duine, lĂĄithreach leĂĄite mar shneachta luath.
Ar Mars, a bhain le Max go pearsanta, bhĂ gach rud mar seo: leath fĂor, leath ficseanĂșil. NĂ fada Ăłn gcnoc, thit balla trĂ©shoilseach cruinneachĂĄn ollmhĂłr cumhachta go hingearach isteach sa talamh; chruthaigh astaitheoirĂ fĂĄinne sĂĄrchumhachtacha an rĂ©imse leictreamaighnĂ©adach Ă©, agus tĂșir miotail cilimĂ©adar ar airde corĂłin orthu. BhĂ na seacht dtĂșr go lĂ©ir, a bhĂ ina heiptagon rialta, agus an t-ochtĂș, an ceann is airde, atĂĄ suite sa lĂĄr, le feiceĂĄil Ăłn ĂĄit a raibh Max ina sheasamh. An tĂșr is gaire, lena mĂłrchĂłir gruama liath, propped suas an dorcha spĂ©ir Martian, bhĂ na cinn i bhfad i gcĂ©in le feiceĂĄil mar lĂnte tanaĂ ag trasnĂș na spĂ©ire. ThĂĄinig gach duine acu lena ghlĂ©asra cumhachta nĂșiclĂ©iche fĂ©in chun na foirceannadh astaithe a chumhachtĂș. Timpeall na fĂĄinnĂ, splĂ©ach agus crackled corĂłin de lightning beag, i gcuimhne ar an chumhacht eerie ag sileadh trĂ chorp miotail na tĂșir.
ChlĂșdaigh an heiptagon, inscrĂofa i imlĂne crater Ă©adomhain dilapidated, limistĂ©ar de roinnt cĂ©ad cilimĂ©adar cearnach le cruinneachĂĄn cumhachta. I spĂĄs a bhĂ lĂonta le hatmaisfĂ©ar breathable, d'eascair gnĂĄthchathair dhomhanda go hiomlĂĄn, agus lĂonadh na hĂĄiteanna saor Ăł fhoirgnimh le groves pĂ©ine milis agus taiscumair soilĂ©ire. FiĂș go leor speiceas ĂĄitritheoirĂ feathered, gan trĂĄcht ar ainmhithe, curtha in oiriĂșint don saol taobh istigh.
Le whim Max, bhĂ fuaimeanna na cathrach mĂłire a raibh sĂ© i dtaithĂ uirthi i MoscĂł le cloisteĂĄil Ăłn ĂĄit inar sheas sĂ©: roar an tslua, adharca na ngluaisteĂĄn, ag caoineadh agus ag glaoch, sĂ©ideadh tomhaiste Ăł lĂĄithreĂĄin tĂłgĂĄla. Ar ndĂłigh, tĂĄ fĂor-chathracha Martian i bhfolach go domhain sa phluais, nĂl aon cruinneachĂĄin chumhachta contĂșirteacha nĂł costasacha i radharc, agus nuair a bhraitheann brathadĂłirĂ aon chineĂĄl saoil seachas an duine, cuirtear alĂĄram bitheolaĂoch i ngnĂomh. Ach tugann rĂ©altacht fhĂorĂșil scĂłip leathan d'aon fantasies.
Faoi thaobh an chruinneachĂĄin chumhachta, cosĂșil le loch saorga, leathnaĂonn rĂ©imse coincrĂ©ite cothrom an chosmodrome le babhlaĂ radair agus tĂșir rialaithe ar feadh na n-imill. Ag na loic feistithe, bhĂ roinnt long lastais trom. BhĂ siad cosĂșil le ciarĂłga ollmhĂłra le fuselage a d'aistrigh go rĂ©idh go bun go soic an innill. Ba cruinneachĂĄin reddish iad na crĂochfoirt phaisinĂ©irĂ a leĂĄigh priontĂĄil plasma 3D Ăł ghaineamh agus carraigeacha Martian. BhĂ limistĂ©ir thrĂ©dhearcacha ionsuite acu fiĂș chun an timpeallacht a mheas, gan ach beagĂĄn nĂos lĂș nĂĄ na hurlĂĄir cruinneachĂĄn mĂ©adar ar fhad.
Ar pedestal eibhir os comhair crĂochfoirt phaisinĂ©irĂ an spaceport, d'fhĂ©ach Ă©an airgid le sciathĂĄin ghearra agus corp uilleach sainiĂșil na gcĂ©ad eiteĂĄn suas go brĂłdĂșil. Agus Ă buailte agus buailte le saol fada, choinnigh sĂ go mĂorĂșilteach an tart ar fhionnachtana iontacha i ngile chreiche a srĂłn duibhe agus ar thĂșs cadhnaĂochta a sciathĂĄin. IompraĂonn na gluaisteĂĄin is fearr i gcĂłnaĂ meascĂĄn aisteach airĂonna - spiorad an mheaisĂn, rud a fhĂĄgann go bhfuil siad beagnach beo. Ba Ă© an t-Ă©an airgid ar an pedestal ach meaisĂn den sĂłrt sin. NĂor thuirling sĂ riamh ar dhromchla Mars, ag seachadadh tuirlingĂ amhĂĄin, ach bhain sĂ taitneamh as sosa onĂłrach anseo. Gach lĂĄ, shĂ©id teicneoirĂ i gculaithis spĂĄis aer comhbhrĂșite isteach ar an long, ag baint deannaigh dhearg as na scoilteanna is lĂș sa chabhail a thosaigh ag titim as a chĂ©ile. Dâoibrigh siad go hĂĄirithe go cĂșramach timpeall ar an inscrĂbhinn âLochlannachâ ar thaobh na loinge. BhĂ srĂłn na Lochlannach dĂrithe ar chuaille thuaidh gheografach Mhars. Ar an taobh eile den chrĂochfort, d'fhĂ©ach an "Storm" Ăł dheas; Ăłn iarthar agus Ăłn taobh thoir, bhĂ an cosmodrome INKIS cosanta ag an "Orion" agus "Ural" - ceithre long cĂĄiliĂșil a bhuaigh do cheannaireacht na RĂșise sa rĂĄs spĂĄs domhanda ag tĂșs rĂ© na n-eitiltĂ idirphlĂĄinĂ©id.
Ba sa chĂșlra seo a sheas Max. LĂ©igh sĂ© an teachtaireacht, cĂ© gur leor teachtaireacht ghearr sa chomhrĂĄ ina thuairim. Ach d'Ă©iligh a chailĂn illusion na cumarsĂĄide beo, agus bhĂ cumarsĂĄid tapa rĂł-chostasach.
âDia duit, a Masha, dâeitil mĂ© de ghnĂĄth, gan aon eachtraĂ speisialta. TĂĄ longa INKIS iontaofa go leor. FĂor, tĂĄ caitheamh trĂ seachtaine i cryosleep faoi bhun an mheĂĄin plĂ©isiĂșir. TĂĄ dhĂĄ aistriĂș ag stĂĄisiĂșin fithiseach, ina theannta sin. Ach tĂĄ praghsanna, mar a thuigeann tĂș, le haghaidh eitiltĂ INKIS i bhfad nĂos Ăsle nĂĄ praghsanna iomaitheoirĂ. AithnĂm lĂĄithreach Telekom - na saorscĂĄtaĂ, an diabhal Ă©, ar urrann aicme gnĂł ar an aerlĂnĂ©ar NASA-Spacelines, a eitlĂonn go Mars i gceann cĂșig lĂĄ, nĂ bheidh aon fhorchur amach acu go deo. Deir siad go gcaithfidh tĂș a bheith i do thĂrghrĂĄthĂłir, ach go hifreann le tĂrghrĂĄ anois.
Ach mar gheall ar an domhantarraingthe ĂĄitiĂșil, tagann nĂos mĂł fadhbanna chun cinn: coinnĂonn mĂ© ag rith isteach ar na ballaĂ le luasghĂ©arĂș, agus ag cur sĂos ar mhuintir na hĂĄite. Beidh orm clĂĄrĂș le haghaidh seomra aclaĂochta speisialta, nĂł i gceann bliana nĂł dhĂł nĂ bheidh mĂ© in ann marcaĂocht ar an Domhan ach i gcathaoir rothaĂ. Go ginearĂĄlta, is fĂ©idir leat dul i dtaithĂ ar fhĂłrsa an domhantarraingthe go hĂ©asca, tĂĄ sĂ© beagĂĄn nĂos deacra Ă©irĂ as an nĂłs, ach is fĂ©idir freisin. Is Ă© an rud a chuireann isteach go mĂłr orm anseo nĂĄ na fadhbanna Martian leis an Ă©iceolaĂocht. Is Ă© seo, ar ndĂłigh, an foircneach eile, i MoscĂł tĂĄ an Ă©iceolaĂocht chomh dona sin go bhfuil francaigh agus cockroaches ag fĂĄil bhĂĄis, ach mar is eol duit, nĂl aon duine buartha. Agus roimh an eitilt go Mars, cĂ©asadh mĂ© ar an Domhan le tĂĄstĂĄlacha ar litearthacht comhshaoil, agus le linn na heitilte bhĂ scannĂĄin oideachais ĂĄ n-imirt i gcĂłnaĂ, ina theannta sin, tĂĄ sĂ© de dhualgas orm clĂĄir speisialta a shuiteĂĄil ar mo sliseanna a dhĂ©anann monatĂłireacht ar mo iompar a ghĂ©illeann don dlĂ. Faigheann duine an mothĂș go meastar gur muca de chineĂĄl Ă©igin iad gach talmhaĂ ar Mars, ag iarraidh gach rud timpeall orthu a thruailliĂș. A leithĂ©id de mhuineĂĄl ĂĄitiĂșil Ă© seo: is iad seo na h-amadĂĄin ar cuairt, agus mĂșinfimidne, na Marsaigh dhĂșchasacha, iad a bheith cliste. Agus na bac le Dia, caithim cnap toitĂnĂ nĂł stub ar an urlĂĄr, cuirfidh mo shlis fĂ©in in iĂșl lĂĄithreach cĂĄ hĂĄit ar cheart dĂł a bheith, is Ă© sin, an tseirbhĂs comhshaoil, agus cuirfidh siad fĂneĂĄil mhĂłr ollmhĂłr orm, agus mĂĄ dhĂ©anaim arĂs, fĂ©adfaidh siad fiĂș pianbhreith prĂosĂșin a fhĂĄil. Tar Ă©is an tsaoil, tar ort, nĂl stĂĄit ar bith nĂos mĂł, agus tĂĄ an tseirbhĂs timpeallachta ina scarecrow nĂos measa nĂĄ an KGB dĂșchais nĂł MIC; gan ach trĂĄcht air, baintear lĂĄmha agus cosa na Martians go lĂ©ir lĂĄithreach, nĂĄireach, diabhal Ă©. .
NĂl a fhios agam an bhfuil truflais trĂ©igthe chomh contĂșirteach, an fĂ©idir leis oll-eipidĂ©im a chur faoi deara, nĂł an fĂ©idir le leathcheann dĂșr Ă©igin timpiste a spreagadh i gcĂłrais tacaĂochta beatha. TĂĄ sĂ© seo go lĂ©ir, i mo thuairim, chomh scanrĂșil agus nach dĂłcha. Is uafĂĄsach an rud Ă© bĂĄs in earnĂĄil scoite Ăł ionfhabhtĂș anaithnid nĂł bĂĄs Ăł dhĂ-chomhbhrĂș, ach, mar a deir siad, mĂĄ tĂĄ eagla ort roimh wolves, nĂĄ tĂ©igh isteach san fhoraois. BhĂ sĂ© riachtanach socrĂș sĂos ar phlĂĄinĂ©id le timpeallacht sheachtrach naimhdeach, ansin croitheadh ââââar gach speck dothuigthe: "Ah, cad mĂĄs mĂșnla coimhthĂoch Ă© seo, rachaidh sĂ© isteach sa chorp agus beidh agarics eitilt Martian ag sproutadh uaim." Go hionraic, is cosĂșil go bhfuil daoine a bhfuil cĂłnaĂ orthu beagĂĄn ar Mars ag dul ar mire ar an ĂĄbhar seo; chuala siad go leor uafĂĄis le linn na heitilte go bhfuil go leor ann do roinnt thrillers den chĂ©ad scoth. Is cosĂșil go bhfuil eagla ar thimpistĂ, tinte, agus, leithscĂ©al as an tĂ©arma, "fĂłibe truflais" a thabhairt isteach sa choinsiasa mais. TĂĄ gach Martians purists den sĂłrt sin, diabhal Ă©. Ach is seachtrach amhĂĄin Ă an Ăonacht agus nĂ shĂneann sĂ© go dtĂ rĂ©imse cultĂșrtha na beatha. Cuireann an fhĂłgraĂocht anseo ionadh orm go hiondĂșil: nĂ heol dom, nĂl ann ach bĂ©im neamhphrionsabal ar thomhaltas agus bun-instincts.
Ach, mar a dĂșirt mĂ© cheana, Ă©irĂonn tĂș i dtaithĂ ar gach rud, agus leis na farasbairr i âpolaitĂocht inmheĂĄnachâ Martian freisin. NĂ chaithim tobac, agus tĂĄ mĂ© i dtaithĂ ar glaineacht Ăł bhĂ mĂ© i mo Ăłige, agus mar sin nĂl aon chĂșis go mbeadh eagla orm roimh sheirbhĂsĂ comhshaoil. Is Ă© an rud is mĂł nĂĄ go n-oibreoidh mĂ© sa chuideachta RĂșiseach is fearr; chun an deis rud Ă©igin a bhaint amach sa saol, is fĂ©idir liom maireachtĂĄil beagĂĄn.
Agus fĂłs, nĂor bhuail mĂ© le Martian fĂor amhĂĄin. An cuimhin leat go raibh eagla ar mo sheanmhĂĄthair ar gach duine: âTĂĄ siad ollmhĂłr, trĂ mhĂ©adar ar airde, pale, tanaĂ le gruaig tanaĂ gheal agus sĂșile dubha, cuma damhĂĄin alla faoin talamh orthu.â ShĂl mĂ© dĂĄ gaire do Mars, is amhlaidh is mĂł a uafĂĄsach na Martians, ach nĂ raibh aon cheann amhĂĄin acu sa long nĂł ag na stĂĄisiĂșin. Ach is dĂłcha go bhfuil sĂ© seo intuigthe: is annamh a bhĂonn siad ag eitilt go dtĂ an Domhan agus, in aon chĂĄs, nĂl muinĂn acu as INKIS lena gcorp lĂłmhara. B'fhĂ©idir go mbeidh sĂ© difriĂșil sa chathair. Ach bhuail mĂ© trĂ thimpiste le hoifigeach slĂĄndĂĄla Telecom ag an stĂĄisiĂșn. Deir sĂ© go raibh sĂ© ar thuras gnĂł. TĂĄ sĂ© aisteach go n-oibrĂonn cineĂĄlacha den sĂłrt sin i Telecom. Is lĂ©ir uaidh nach gnĂĄthgharda slĂĄndĂĄla Ă©, agus cĂ©n fĂĄth a mbeadh gnĂĄthgharda slĂĄndĂĄla ag eitilt ar thurais ghnĂł. Sa Ruslan seo, tĂĄ frĂ©amhacha an Chugais le feiceĂĄil go soilĂ©ir: a ghnĂ©ithe aghaidhe, a mhodh cainte, ar ndĂłigh, nĂ thagann mearbhall air le haghaidheanna agus cĂĄsanna, ach fĂłs tĂĄ blas trĂ©ithiĂșil ann. NĂ hea, bĂodh a fhios agat, tĂĄ gnĂĄth-dhearcadh agam i leith daoine de nĂĄisiĂșntachtaĂ eile... Ach i mbeagĂĄn focal tĂĄ an Ruslan seo cosĂșil le gangster de shaghas Ă©igin. Mar sin, ar ndĂłigh, is cuma, nach bhfuil go leor de gach cineĂĄl pearsantachtaĂ crochta thart faoinĂĄr fuinneoga? Is dĂłcha gur shamhlaigh mĂ© Telecom go hidĂ©alach Ă©igin: bhĂ sĂșil agam gur corparĂĄid Martian a bhĂ ann, bhĂ gach rud ĂĄ reĂĄchtĂĄil ag Martians - rĂ©asĂșnta, Ă©ifeachtach, coinsiasach. ShĂl mĂ© gur domhan nanaitheicneolaĂochta agus rĂ©altachta fhĂorĂșla a bhĂ i Mars. Maidir le Mars, nĂl ann ach teannas go dtĂ seo. NĂl i seirbhĂsĂ Ă©iceolaĂochta ach blĂĄthanna, ach is fĂor-bheithĂ iad na cĂłipscrĂbhneoirĂ anseo. LĂontar na seirbhĂsĂ agus na clĂĄir go lĂ©ir saor in aisce go dtĂ an dĂon le fĂłgraĂocht, ach dĂ©an iarracht rud Ă©igin a ghlasĂĄil, beidh an tseirbhĂs comhshaoil ââcosĂșil le mĂĄthair do mhĂĄthar. Come on, clĂĄir bradach, ar a laghad is fĂ©idir aon amadĂĄn a fheiceĂĄil nach bhfuil sĂ© seo go maith. Ach is dĂłcha nĂĄr chuala tĂș faoin dlĂ maidir le rĂłbĂłnna. Rinne mĂ© dearmad sĂniĂș a chur leis an bot gur bot Ă© agus sin Ă©, triomaigh na crackers agus fĂĄilte chuig na mianaigh ĂșrĂĄiniam.
Mar sin, chun achoimre a dhĂ©anamh, nĂ mĂłr dom a admhĂĄil go hionraic duit, a chara Masha, nach raibh mo chĂ©ad aithne ar Mars chomh fada leis na hionchais is fearr a bhĂ agam, ĂĄfach, nĂor gheall aon duine go mbeadh sĂ© Ă©asca. Thairis sin, mĂĄ tĂĄ sĂ© go hiomlĂĄn lofa, tiocfaidh mĂ© ar ais, mar a comhaontaĂodh, ach mĂĄ tĂĄ gach rud ceart go leor, ansin tiocfaidh tĂș i gceann cĂșpla mĂ, nuair a bheidh na doicimĂ©id go lĂ©ir crĂochnaithe againn. Bhuel, ceart go leor, tĂĄ sĂ© in am dom timfhilleadh suas, scrĂobhfaidh mĂ© nĂos mine trĂĄthnĂłna. Abair hello le gach duine, is Ă© an rud is mĂł nĂĄ go seolann tĂș litreacha freisin, nĂĄ hĂșsĂĄid an nasc tapa seo: tĂĄ sĂ© daor mar ifreann. Sin Ă©, pĂłg mĂ©, tĂĄ sĂ© in am dom rith.â
Chuir Max roinnt tĂrdhreacha pictiĂșrtha den phlĂĄinĂ©id dhearg leis an gcomhad: an radharc fĂor-riachtanach Ăł bharr an Olympus fiche cilimĂ©adar agus ballaĂ gĂ©ara mĂłra Ghleann Mararis agus sheol sĂ© litir. LĂ©im sĂ© amach as an rĂ©altacht fhĂorĂșil agus thosaigh sĂ©, ag mionnĂș, ar na fuinneoga fĂłgraĂochta a dhĂșnadh a bhĂ ina bhĂłnas mĂthaitneamhach dâaon fheidhmchlĂĄr âsaor in aisceâ. NĂor mhaolaigh sĂ© ach nuair a thĂĄinig roghchlĂĄr trĂ©shoilseach an chomhĂ©adain ĂșsĂĄideora i lĂĄthair. Bhog sĂ© a ghĂ©aga righin go cĂșramach agus tharraing sĂ© anuas go dochtĂșrtha a lĂ©ine shintĂ©iseach agus a brĂste meaitseĂĄla. NĂor thaitin Ă©adaĂ Martian leis i ndĂĄirĂre, an-mharthanach agus ĂĄlainn, ach gan lint nĂĄdĂșrtha amhĂĄin nĂł breac deannaigh a d'fhĂ©adfadh aillĂ©irgĂ a chur faoi deara i muintir na hĂĄite lag-shlĂĄintiĂșil. BhĂ geansaĂ, stocaĂ MamĂł, chomh maith le hĂ©adaĂ âsalach don chomhshaolâ eile fuaite i mĂĄlaĂ sĂ©alaithe ag custaim.
BhĂ aithne nua ag druidim le bord an chaifĂ© lĂonra ina raibh Max suite. BhĂ sĂ© glĂ©asta i gculaith liath dĂ©anta as sintĂ©iseacha daor, a d'fhĂ©ach agus a bhraith mar olann, agus a chuid airĂonna comhshaoil ââââspeisialta ĂĄ gcothabhĂĄil aige. BhĂ Ruslan ard, tĂłgtha go docht agus stocach, an-lĂĄidir ina chuma, amhail is nĂĄr mhair sĂ© riamh ag leath fĂłrsa an domhantarraingthe. DhĂ©anfadh sĂ© seo, ar ndĂłigh, seasamh amach as an slua, mĂĄ tĂĄ a fhios agat nach n-ĂșsĂĄideann sĂ© clĂĄir chosmaideacha. NĂor oibrigh siad i ndĂĄirĂre ar longa INKIS, ach ar Mars, bhĂ cuma ânĂĄdĂșrthaâ chomh hannamh le hĂ©adaĂ agus bia, go ginearĂĄlta, cosĂșil le gach rud nĂĄdĂșrtha. Mar a dĂșirt an fĂłgra sĂoraĂ: âNĂ rud ar bith an ĂomhĂĄ, is Ă© an solĂĄthraĂ gach rudâ! Bheadh ââMax sĂĄsta ĂomhĂĄ Ruslan a cheartĂș: dĂĄ phrĂłifĂl aquiline brĂłdĂșil, cnĂĄmha leicne arda agus craiceann dorcha, nĂ raibh fĂĄgtha ach turban, scimitar cuartha a chur ar a chrios agus minarets bĂĄn sa chĂșlra chun ĂomhĂĄ ĂĄlainn iomlĂĄn a chruthĂș. Bhuel, nĂor luigh sĂ© le hĂomhĂĄ oifigeach slĂĄndĂĄla feidhmiĂșchĂĄin a chaitheann a chuid laethanta oibre ar lĂne, ag breathnĂș go gĂ©ar ar oibriĂș inmheĂĄnach corparĂĄide. NĂ gĂĄ duit oiliĂșint fhisiciĂșil le haghaidh post den sĂłrt sin, agus tĂĄ sĂ© chomh deacair Ă© a choinneĂĄil le meĂĄchanlĂĄr Ăseal: nĂ fĂ©idir leat Ă© a dhĂ©anamh gan idirghabhĂĄil leighis agus oiliĂșint laethĂșil. NĂ dĂłcha go bhfuil Ruslan mar lucht leanĂșna den sĂłrt sin de stĂl mhaireachtĂĄla shlĂĄintiĂșil. B'fhĂ©idir go bhfuil sĂ© ina sheiceadĂłir de shaghas Ă©igin ar thascanna Ăogaire, nĂł, de rĂ©ir thraidisiĂșn na RĂșise, is Ă© tasc na seirbhĂse slĂĄndĂĄla nĂĄ fostaithe atĂĄ mĂshĂĄsta le coinnĂollacha oibre atĂĄ ag imeacht Ăłn gcuideachta a ghabhĂĄil. Thuig Max nach raibh aon rud ag tacĂș lena chuid toimhdĂ; bhĂ sĂ© i bhfad nĂos dĂłchĂșla go raibh Ruslan de shaghas Ă©igin mar mhion-cheannaire agus go raibh an t-am agus an t-airgead aige chun aire a thabhairt dĂĄ chuma.
Chuaigh Ruslan i dteagmhĂĄil leis an mbord le gait âpreabadhâ, go hiondĂșil arb iad is sainairĂonna Ă© daoine a thĂĄinig le dĂ©anaĂ Ăł dhomhan le gnĂĄth-dhomhantarraingt, a bhrĂșigh ar ais go gĂ©ar ar an gcathaoir saor agus shuigh sĂos os a choinne, agus a lĂĄmha fillte ar an mbord.
- Bhuel conas atĂĄ tĂș? â D'iarr Max go casaideach.
- TĂĄ gnĂł ag an ionchĂșisitheoir, a dhearthĂĄir.
D'fhéach Ruslan amach go mór ar an taobh, drumaà a mhéara ar an mbord agus chuir ceist cuntair.
âTĂĄ sean-sliseanna agat, nach bhfuil?
- Bhuel, ar Mars is fĂ©idir leat an sliseanna a athrĂș gach bliain ar a laghad, ach i MoscĂł tĂĄ sĂ© beagĂĄn costasach agus cineĂĄl contĂșirteach, ag smaoineamh ar chĂĄilĂocht na mĂochaine.
- TĂĄ sĂ© seo intuigthe, ach amhĂĄin i gcuideachta mhuintir na hĂĄite a ligeann orthu gur Martians iad, nĂĄ cuir deireadh leis sin. TĂĄ sĂ© mar an gcĂ©anna le admhĂĄil gur duine caillte na himeartha thĂș go hiomlĂĄn.
Chas Max beagĂĄn, nĂ raibh aon chiall ag a idirghabhĂĄlaĂ, rud a rabhthas ag sĂșil leis, i bprionsabal.
- Agus cad atĂĄ cearr leis sin?
"NĂ gĂĄ duit do lĂĄmha a bhogadh nĂł do mhĂ©ara a phreabadh; is fĂ©idir leat a fheiceĂĄil lĂĄithreach go bhfuil do shlis faoi rialĂș gluaiseachtaĂ, nĂ ag orduithe meabhrach." Cuir ar roinnt makeup chun Ă© a cheilt.
- NĂl aon rud eile le dĂ©anamh, an ea? CĂ©n fĂĄth ar na taispeĂĄntais saor seo? Chun an sliseanna a rialĂș i gceart ach amhĂĄin le horduithe meabhrach, nĂ mĂłr duit a bheith rugadh leis i do cheann.
- Go dtĂ an pointe, Max, nĂor rugadh tĂș le sliseanna i do cheann, murab ionann agus bosses Telecom.
- NĂ hea, nĂor rugadh mĂ©. CosĂșil gur rugadh tĂș? â BhĂ glĂłr Max fite fuaite go dlĂșth le frustrachas agus le heaspa muinĂne.
Rinne sĂ© iarracht nĂos lĂș smaoineamh ar an bhfĂric go gcaithfidh go leor daoine a bheith ag obair ag Telecom a rugadh le nĂ©archip ina gceann. Agus, i dtĂ©armaĂ scileanna oibriĂș le nĂ©archips, is dĂłcha nach fĂ©idir leis coinneal a choinneĂĄil orthu. Ach, ĂĄfach, thug speisialtĂłirĂ AD ag brainse MoscĂł de Telecom ard-rĂĄtĂĄil ar a chuid eolais. âDamnaigh an cara nua seo,â a cheap Max, âsea, ba cheart go siĂșil sĂ© i dtreo ĂĄirithe.â
â Mura bhfuil suim agat faoi thuairim an phobail, is cuma leat, is fĂ©idir leat an rud is ĂĄisiĂșla duit a dhĂ©anamh agus gan a bheith buartha faoi. Ach rialaĂonn na guys Martian fionnuar leictreonaic leis an chumhacht smaoinimh, agus tĂĄ an chuid eile ag itching in aon ĂĄit amhĂĄin. NĂ chuireann sĂ© breacadh an lae ort go gcaithfidh tĂș a bheith rugadh le sliseanna i do cheann agus Ă© seo ar fad a fhoghlaim Ăłn Ăłige. TĂĄ sĂ© cosĂșil le peile a imirt, mura bhfuil tĂș ag imirt le deich mbliana, nĂ bheidh laurels Pele ag taitneamh a thuilleadh. Mar sin tĂĄ sĂ© nĂos Ă©asca agus nĂos saoire cnaipĂ fĂorĂșla a bhrĂș. Ar mhaith leat imirt mar Pele?
- Cad mar gheall ar pheil?
â NĂ pheil, ar ndĂłigh, an amhlaidh atĂĄ, go figuratively labhairt?
âCad Ă© bastaird ciniciĂșil ar thĂĄinig mĂ© trasna air,â a cheap Max, agus Ă© irritated go leor cheana fĂ©in. âTar Ă©is an tsaoil, leanann sĂ© ar aghaidh ag bualadh san ĂĄit is Ăogaire.â
- Is rĂĄiteas amhrasach go ginearĂĄlta Ă© seo.
- CĂ©n rĂĄiteas?
â Maidir leis an bhfĂric, mura bhfuil tĂș ag imirt Ăł bhĂ tĂș i do Ăłige, nĂ fheicfidh tĂș fĂor-rath ort. NĂl a fhios ag gach duine Ăłn luath-Ăłige cad iad na buanna atĂĄ acu.
- Sea, leagtar gach buanna sa luath-Ăłige, agus ansin nĂ fĂ©idir leat rud ar bith a athrĂș. NĂ roghnaĂonn tĂș cinniĂșint.
â TĂĄ eisceachtaĂ ann maidir le haon riail.
- TĂĄ duine as gach milliĂșn. - D'aontaigh Ruslan go hĂ©asca agus go hindĂreach.
BhĂ na focail seo ĂĄ labhairt le muinĂn chomh fuar sin gur bhraith Max fuarĂș beag. BhĂ sĂ© amhail is dĂĄ mbeadh taibhse roinnt Martian Pele ginearĂĄlaithe le feiceĂĄil in aice lĂĄimhe agus thosaigh sĂ©, le gĂĄire subtle de superiority iomlĂĄn, a fheidhmiĂș a feints unattainable leis an liathrĂłid.
- Ceart go leor, tĂĄ sĂ© in am agam bualadh leis an gcĂłitseĂĄlaĂ peile ĂĄitiĂșil.
NĂ raibh Max i ndĂĄirĂre faoi cheilt a dhĂ©anamh ar an bhfĂric go raibh mĂchompord beag ag baint leis as cumarsĂĄid a dhĂ©anamh lena chara nua.
âIs fĂ©idir liom turas a thabhairt duit, thĂĄinig mo charr chugam.â
- Sea, nĂ gĂĄ, is cuma liom dul chuig oifig lĂĄrnach Telecom.
- NĂĄ bĂodh imnĂ ort, ceart go leor. TĂĄ an tslis chĂ©anna agam leatsa agus nĂ ĂșsĂĄidim cosmaidĂ. Ach is cuma liom i ndĂĄirĂre, ach tusa, mĂĄs mian leat a bheith pĂĄirteach i gcĂłisir na mbrĂ©ag-Martians seo go lĂ©ir, tĂ©igh i dtaithĂ ar an bhfĂric go bhfĂ©achfaidh siad ort cosĂșil le gastor Ăł MoscĂł.
- An bhfuil taithà agat air cheana féin?
âTĂĄ mĂ© ag rĂĄ leat, tĂĄ ciorcal sĂłisialta difriĂșil agam.â Agus is fĂ©idir leat maireachtĂĄil leis seo, creidim dom, gan taispeĂĄntais gan ghĂĄ sa rĂĄs go dtĂ an umar ĂĄitiĂșil, ĂĄit ar bith. NĂl aon seans ag fear simplĂ Ăł MoscĂł.
- Ar bhealach, tĂĄ amhras mĂłr orm go bhfuil cĂșram na Martians faoi seĂłnna saor.
- NĂĄ bĂ ag breathnĂș rĂł-dhian ar na fĂor-MhĂĄirtĂnigh. Ar ndĂłigh, is cuma leo. Agus tĂĄ tĂș fĂ©in agus mĂ© cosĂșil le peataĂ dĂłibh go ginearĂĄlta. TĂĄ mĂ© ag caint faoi na daoine eile a bhĂonn ag crochadh thart. NĂ bheidh aon duine a rĂĄ go dĂreach rud ar bith, ach beidh tĂș ag mothĂș lĂĄithreach an dearcadh. NĂ raibh mĂ© ag iarraidh go mbeadh sĂ© seo iontas mĂthaitneamhach.
âRĂ©iteoidh mĂ© na rialacha ĂĄitiĂșla mĂ© fĂ©in ar bhealach Ă©igin.â
âAr ndĂłigh, nĂor cheart dom a bheith tosaithe ar an gcomhrĂĄ seo.â A ligean ar dul agus a thabhairt duit ar turas.
BhĂ a fhios ag Max go maith go dtĂłgfadh sĂ© go leor ama dul ann ar an traein, ach nĂl beagnach aon thranglam trĂĄchta ar Mars mar gheall ar tharaifĂ arda do ghluaisteĂĄin phearsanta agus cĂłras iompair dea-smaoineamh, mar sin, tar Ă©is na buntĂĄistĂ go lĂ©ir a mheĂĄ. agus mĂbhuntĂĄistĂ, chinn sĂ© go bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ© a lĂĄimhseĂĄil go maith go leor.
- Scaoilfidh mĂ© amach san oifig lĂĄrnach thĂș, rachaimid.
Chuir Max an prĂomh-bhagĂĄiste faoi chĂșram na seirbhĂse iompair lasta, agus mar sin thaistil sĂ© solas anois. ScrĂșdaigh sĂ© an mĂĄla arĂs leis an masc ocsaigine agus cuntar Geiger, agus sheiceĂĄil sĂ© an raibh tĂ©ip an tĂĄiblĂ©id sholĂșbtha a mhĂ©adaigh feidhmĂocht an nĂ©archiopa as dĂĄta oiriĂșnach go smior ar a lĂĄmh. Le himeacht ama, ar ndĂłigh, beidh ort tĂș fĂ©in a ionchlannĂș le feistĂ nĂos nua-aimseartha, ach faoi lĂĄthair beidh ort a dhĂ©anamh leis an mĂ©id atĂĄ agat. DâĂ©irigh Max Ăłn mbord agus lean sĂ© Ruslan go diongbhĂĄilte. NĂor thug aon duine sa chaifĂ© aird ar bith orthu. RĂ©ir dealraimh, nĂ raibh ach torsos na gcuairteoirĂ i lĂĄthair, agus a n-Chonaic wandered i labyrinths an domhain fĂorĂșil.
BhĂ an cosĂĄn go dtĂ an carrchlĂłs suite trĂd an halla teachta ollmhĂłr, a bhĂ an-difriĂșil Ăł rĂ©altacht fuath na RĂșise. Mhothaigh sĂ© amhail is gur iompraĂodh mĂ© chuig carnabhail de chineĂĄl Ă©igin sa BhrasaĂl. PhlĂ©asc na sluaite rĂłbĂłnna a thairgeann seirbhĂsĂ tacsaĂ, ĂłstĂĄin agus tairseacha siamsaĂochta ar aon ĂșsĂĄideoir nua, cosĂșil le paca madraĂ ocrach. ShnĂĄmh aerĂĄrthaĂ suaimhneacha faoin tsĂleĂĄil ard, bhĂ dragain choimhthĂocha agus griffins ag glioscarnach le dathanna uile an tuar ceatha, dâeascair spriongaĂ agus plandaĂ trĂłpaiceacha lush Ăłn talamh. Max annoyedly iarracht a chroitheadh ââââuigeachtaĂ an flyer glitched as a lĂĄmh, in aice leis an chuma ar diamant geal dearg de teachtaireacht seirbhĂse faoin ngĂĄ a thabhairt cothrom le dĂĄta na codecs. ThĂĄinig ELF dorcha i bra armĂșrtha lĂĄithreach ceangailte leis, ag tabhairt cuireadh dĂł go leanĂșnach triail a bhaint as an gcĂ©ad RPG il-imreora eile d'fhir fĂor.
D'fhreagair an neurochip an bacchanalia seo go lĂ©ir le laghdĂș gĂ©ar ar fheidhmĂocht. Thosaigh an ĂomhĂĄ ag jerk, agus thosaigh roinnt rudaĂ ag doilliĂș agus iompĂș isteach i sraith de chearnĂłga il-daite vile. Thairis sin, trĂ chomhtharlĂș aisteach, nĂor smaoinigh mĂșnlaĂ na rĂłbĂłnna fĂłgraĂochta fiĂș a bheith picteilĂnithe, murab ionann agus fĂor-rudaĂ. Ag bualadh ar an escalator, d'Ă©irigh Max as gach rud agus thosaigh sĂ© ag croitheadh ââââa chuid arm go gnĂomhach, ag iarraidh an cainĂ©al amhairc a ghlanadh.
- Fadhbanna? - Ruslan, ina sheasamh thĂos ar an staighre beo, d'iarr go bĂ©asach.
- Tar ar! Nà féidir liom a dhéanamh amach conas fógraà a bhaint.
â An bhfuil feidhmchlĂĄir in aisce suiteĂĄilte agat cheana fĂ©in Ăł Mariner Play?
âNĂ ligfidh siad amach as an spĂĄsport mĂ© gan iad.â
LĂ©irigh Ruslan imnĂ gan choinne trĂ thacĂș le Max ag an uillinn agus Ă© ag Ă©irĂ as an escalator.
â Ba cheart go mbeadh an comhaontĂș ceadĂșnais lĂ©ite agam.
- Dhå chéad leathanach?
âDeir sĂ© ĂĄit Ă©igin timpeall cĂ©ad is fichiĂș gur fadhb phearsanta Ă sliseanna lag.â TĂĄ an fhĂłgraĂocht Ăoctha, nĂ ligfidh aon duine Ă© a ghearradh. Cas na socruithe amhairc sĂos go dtĂ an t-ĂosmhĂ©id.
- CĂ©n saghas ruda disgusting Ă© seo?! FĂ©ach ar na screenshots, nĂł breathnĂș ar picteilĂn soladach nĂos faide nĂĄ deich mĂ©adar.
- Faigh cleachta leis. Thug mĂ© rabhadh duit: i gcomparĂĄid leis na leannĂĄin smoothie agus Segway Ăł Neurotek, nĂl mĂ© ach mĂșnla dea-bhĂ©asach. Beidh meas agat fĂłs ar mo mhacĂĄntacht, a dhearthĂĄir.
- Ar ndĂłigh... bro.
â Nuair a gheobhaidh tĂș nasc seirbhĂse Ăł Telecom, beidh sĂ© nĂos Ă©asca.
Nuair a fuair Max Ă© fĂ©in sa gharĂĄiste faoi thalamh, bhĂ sĂ© beagĂĄn mearbhall ar dtĂșs. ShĂn an seomra droch-lit, leath-thrĂ©igthe de rĂ©ir cosĂșlachta, i ngach treo Ăłn ardaitheoir chomh fada agus a dâfheicfeadh an tsĂșil. Foraois fhĂordhearbhaithe de cholĂșin Ăł urlĂĄr go sĂleĂĄil a bhĂ sa charrchlĂłs, agus iad lĂneĂĄilte go trĂĄthrialta, agus an soilsiĂș chomh dona sin go raibh strĂoca solais ag gach re seach le strĂoca an fhionnuisce. Stop Ruslan os comhair SUV trom, tinted agus chas sĂ© timpeall. BhĂ a aghaidh bĂĄite go hiomlĂĄn faoi scĂĄthanna agus bhĂ a scĂĄthchruth gruama neamhphearsanta ag breathe go soilĂ©ir ar rud Ă©igin eile ar domhan. BhĂ sĂ© mar a bheadh ââfear farantĂłireachta ag fanacht le duine a bhĂ i ndĂĄn dĂł Ă© a thabhairt go dtĂ an domhan thĂos. Chuir domhantarraingt Ăseal a dhĂĄ cent leis an meon misticiĂșil. NĂorbh fhĂ©idir le Max idirdhealĂș a dhĂ©anamh ar theorainn soladach an urlĂĄir sa Twilight agus tar Ă©is gach cĂ©im chroch sĂ© san aer ar feadh cĂșpla nĂłimĂ©ad, rud a d'fhĂĄg go raibh an chuma air go raibh sĂ© ar tĂ snĂĄmh i gceo liath, cosĂșil le anam caillte. âAgus nĂl boinn agam chun Ăoc as seirbhĂsĂ, tĂĄ an baol ann go mbeidh mĂ© i bhfostĂș idir shaolta go deo.â D'iompaigh Max na socruithe amhairc ar ais agus d'imigh an domhan eile, agus Ă© ina ghnĂĄthchlĂłs pĂĄirceĂĄla faoi thalamh.
Bhog Ruslan an carr trom go réidh óna åit.
â Cad go dĂreach a dhĂ©anann tĂș san obair, mura rĂșn Ă©? â Chinn Max aithne nua a ĂșsĂĄid chun beagĂĄn eolais chos istigh a fhĂĄil.
â Sea, is trĂ chomhfhreagras pearsanta den chuid is mĂł a bhreathnaĂm, gach cineĂĄl litreacha grĂĄ agus nonsense den chineĂĄl cĂ©anna. Borradh mortal, tĂĄ a fhios agat.
âTuigim, tuigim, gur obair go leor Ă© fĂłs,â rinne Max aoibh go bĂ©asach agus, ag fĂ©achaint ar aghaidh thromchĂșiseach a idirghabhĂĄlaĂ, chuir sĂ© ionadh Ă©igin air. - Mar sin nĂ hĂ© seo a joke nĂł cad?
âCad iad na scĂ©alta grinn is fĂ©idir a bheith ann, a chara,â phlĂ©asc Ruslan le gĂĄire. âAr ndĂłigh, tĂĄ freagrachtaĂ go hiomlĂĄn difriĂșil agam, ach rachaidh do imnĂ faoi do shaol pearsanta go tapa.â Is fĂ©idir le gach fostaĂ Telecom aon litreacha agus comhrĂĄ a sheiceĂĄil, is cuma oifigiĂșil nĂł eile.
Rinne Ruslan gĂĄire wryly agus, tar Ă©is tamaill, lean:
â I gcĂĄs fostaithe tĂĄbhachtacha, tĂĄ fiĂș freastalaĂ speisialta i bputĂłga Telecom, ar a bhfuil gach rud a fheiceann tĂș agus a chloiseann tĂș scrĂofa Ăłn tslis.
- TĂĄ na fostaithe tĂĄbhachtacha seo mĂ-ĂĄdh.
- Sea, mĂĄ chonaic tĂș na guys atĂĄ ag rummaging trĂd ĂĄr nĂochĂĄin salach ... Is cuma le cĂłnaitheoirĂ na prĂłcaĂ, go ginearĂĄlta, cad a fhĂ©achann siad ann.
â Is Ă© mo thuairim go bhfuil sĂ© seo go lĂ©ir mĂdhleathach, toirmiscthe, i measc nithe eile, le rĂșin na Comhairle ComhairlĂ.
- Faigh i dtaithĂ air, nĂl aon dlĂ ar Mars, ach amhĂĄin an ceann atĂĄ bunaithe d'fhostaĂ ag a oifig. Fadhbanna ar bith, lorg post eile.
- Sea, chun post a fhĂĄil i corparĂĄid ĂĄit ar fĂ©idir leo tĂș a flog as an gcion slightest.
- Is rud cruĂĄlach Ă© an saol. OibrĂonn gach cineĂĄl lovers den saol prĂobhĂĄideach go dian le freastalaithe agus le suckers seirbhĂse eile, nĂl suim ag aon duine sna rudaĂ a labhraĂonn siad agus cad a cheapann siad.
"Bhuel, nĂl a leithĂ©id de rud ann agus saoirse iomlĂĄn; caithfidh tĂș rud Ă©igin a Ăobairt i gcĂłnaĂ," a dĂșirt Max go fealsĂșnach.
â NĂl cearta nĂĄ saoirsĂ ar bith ann, nĂl ann ach cothromaĂocht idir cumhachtaĂ agus leasanna na n-imreoirĂ Ă©agsĂșla. Mura imreoir tĂș fĂ©in, beidh ort an chothromaĂocht seo a choinneĂĄil.
âBhuel, go maith, agus go luath buailfimid leis an Al Capone ĂĄitiĂșil, a rialaĂonn an Telekomovskaya SB? Is fear beag Ă© an cara nua seo, ar ndĂłigh, nĂ mĂłr duit a bheith nĂos cĂșramach agus tĂș i dtaithĂ air, ach dâfhĂ©adfadh go mbeadh aithne den sĂłrt sin ĂșsĂĄideach,â a dĂșirt Max.
BhĂ brionglĂłid ag Max i gcĂłnaĂ ina chĂłnaĂ ar Mars. Gach lĂĄ, ag fĂ©achaint amach as na fuinneoga ar MoscĂł a bhĂ imithe as feidhm, smaoinigh sĂ© ar an bplĂĄinĂ©ad dearg. Chuir spiairĂ caola na dtĂșr, ĂĄilleacht an domhain faoi thalamh agus saoirse gan teorainn na hintinne faoi bhrionglĂłidĂ gan staonadh Ă©. BhĂ aisling Max's Martian fĂłs beagĂĄn difriĂșil Ăł aisling an fhir mheĂĄnaigh: nĂor shamhlaigh sĂ© ach faoi bhuntĂĄistĂ fĂorĂșla agus ĂĄbhartha. BhĂ a mhianta maidir le saibhreas agus neamhspleĂĄchas, a bhĂ intuigthe do dhuine ar bith, fite fuaite go dlĂșth le brionglĂłidĂ a bhĂ soilĂ©ir doshĂĄraithe, beagnach cumannach, maidir le ceartas agus sonas a thabhairt don domhan do chĂĄch. Ar ndĂłigh nĂor inis sĂ© seo do dhuine ar bith, ach uaireanta chreid sĂ© go dĂĄirĂre go mbeadh sĂ© in ann a leithĂ©id de chumhacht agus de shaibhreas a bhaint amach ar Mhars go n-iompĂłdh sĂ© paca de chorparĂĄidĂ cruĂĄlach trasnĂĄisiĂșnta ina sheilbh den Mhars a chonaic sĂ©. i mbrionglĂłidĂ a Ăłige. Agus mar ĂĄbhar feabhsaithe, nĂ raibh sĂ© sĂĄsta le ceachtar MoscĂł, nĂł fiĂș an Eoraip nĂł MeiriceĂĄ, ach amhĂĄin Mars. Uaireanta ghnĂomhaigh sĂ© go neamhrĂ©asĂșnach go leor, ag Ăobairt a bhrionglĂłidĂ do thairiscintĂ i bhfad nĂos brabĂșsaĂ Ăł chuideachtaĂ neamh-Mharthacha. BhĂ fonn ar Max dul chuig an bplĂĄinĂ©ad dearg agus nĂ raibh sĂ© ag iarraidh Ă©isteacht le hargĂłintĂ cĂșise, toisc go raibh sĂ© muinĂneach ar chĂșis Ă©igin go dtitfeadh na ballaĂ nĂĄr Ă©irigh leis i MoscĂł go draĂochtĂșil os a chomhair ar Mars. NĂl, rinne sĂ©, ar ndĂłigh, gach rud a phleanĂĄil roimh rĂ©: post a fhĂĄil ag Telecom, teach a fhĂĄil ar cĂos den chĂ©ad uair, ansin is fĂ©idir leis ĂĄrasĂĄn a thĂłgĂĄil amach ar cairde, Masha a bhogadh, agus ansin, tar Ă©is na tascanna tosaĂochta a rĂ©iteach, rĂ©iteach go socair. ar an mbealach go dtĂ an bhuaic shining. Ach nĂ gairm ar mhaithe le gairm a bhĂ ann, nĂł slĂ bheatha ar mhaithe le teaghlaigh, bhĂ sĂ© ar fad ar mhaithe le aisling dĂșr a chomhlĂonadh.
Agus Ă© ina leanbh, thug Max cuairt ar phrĂomhchathair na Martian, agus chuir cathair na sĂscĂ©alta faoi dhraĂocht Ă©. ShiĂșil sĂ© i ngach ĂĄit lena bhĂ©al agape agus sĂșile oscailte leathan. Amhail is gur ghabh fear iontais na n-anam Ă©, rug cathair na sĂscĂ©alta Tule isteach i lĂontĂĄn sĂșilĂneach Ă©, agus Ăł shin i leith tĂĄ tĂ©ad dofheicthe daingean sĂnte ceangailte Max leis. Go minic ba chuma le gealtacht Ă©adrom. Nuair a bhĂ Max dhĂĄ bhliain dĂ©ag, bhailigh sĂ© mĂșnlaĂ de rovers agus long Mars, bhailigh sĂ© clocha annamha Ăł dhoimhneas an phlĂĄinĂ©id dearg; ar a seilf bhĂ mĂșnla mĂłr, beagnach mĂ©adar ar fhad, den Lochlannach, a ghreamaigh sĂ© ar feadh sĂ© mhĂ. De rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile, dâfhĂĄs sĂ© as a chuid brĂ©agĂĄn, ach tarraingĂodh go Mars Ă© leis an bhfĂłrsa cĂ©anna, amhail is dĂĄ mbeadh duine ag cogar go leanĂșnach ina chluas: âFĂĄg, rith, gheobhaidh tĂș sonas agus saoirse ann.â BhĂ an nasc mistĂ©ireach seo chun tosaigh ina shaol, an chuid eile: d'eitil cairde, Masha, agus an teaghlach ar bhealach Ă©igin gan aird i gcoinne chĂșlra na sprice domhanda, cĂ© gur fhoghlaim Max a neamhshuim a cheilt ar gach rud saolta go maith. Sa deireadh, nĂorbh Ă© an paisean is millteach atĂĄ ag daoine, agus dâfhoghlaim Max Ă© a ĂșsĂĄid le haghaidh maitheasa. Ar a laghad, bhĂ Masha cinnte go raibh na hiarrachtaĂ titanic seo go lĂ©ir ĂĄ ndĂ©anamh ar mhaithe le sonas a dteaghlach amach anseo. Agus dâiompaigh cosĂĄn saoil iomlĂĄn Max ina chomhrĂ©iteach idir brionglĂłidĂ dodhĂ©anta agus na cĂșinsĂ saoil a dâordaigh dĂł. BhĂ Max de shĂor ag brĂș air fĂ©in agus Ă© sa tĂłir ar dhuine anaithnid, bhĂ sĂ© crĂĄite ag tuairim is na smaointe seo a leanas: âĂ, diabhal, tĂĄim beagnach trĂocha bliain dâaois, agus nĂl mĂ© fĂłs ar Mars. MĂĄ chrĂochnaĂonn mĂ© ansin faoi dhaichead bliain d'aois le Masha agus beirt phĂĄistĂ, beidh sĂ© ina bhua iomlĂĄn agus deiridh. Sea, agus nĂ bheidh mĂ© ann go deo sa chĂĄs seo. Caithfimid gach rud a dhĂ©anamh nĂos tapĂșla agus mĂ© fĂłs Ăłg agus lĂĄidir." Agus rinne sĂ© gach rud nĂos tapĂșla fĂłs ar chostas cĂĄilĂochta agus gach rud eile.
Bhreathnaigh Max an fhuinneog: bhĂ carr trom ag sileadh trĂ ghrĂ©asĂĄn casta de thollĂĄin faoi thalamh, agus ba chosĂșil nĂĄr bhain lĂĄmh an duine riamh lena bhallaĂ ĂĄrsa. NĂ raibh beagnach aon ghluaisteĂĄin ar an mhĂłrbhealach cĂșng, dhĂĄ lĂĄna. Ă am go chĂ©ile nĂor thĂĄinig muid trasna ach ar leoraithe a raibh feathal INKIS orthu: ceann stĂlithe spĂĄsaire le scĂĄthlĂĄn clogad ardaithe, i gcoinne chĂșlra diosca phlĂĄinĂ©idigh.
âCĂĄ bhfuil muid ag dul ar aon nĂłs? - ShĂl Max le beagĂĄn imnĂ, ag leanĂșint ar aghaidh ag stĂĄnadh amach an fhuinneog. âNĂ cuma mhĂłrbhealaigh ghnĂłthach go Thule Ă©.â
âIs Ă© seo an bealach seirbhĂse INKIS, beidh muid ag eitilt air i thart ar trĂocha nĂłimĂ©ad,â d'fhreagair Ruslan an cheist gan labhairt. - Agus ar bhĂłthar rialta, thĂłgfadh sĂ© uair an chloig go leith a snĂomh.
âAn sinne amhĂĄin atĂĄ cliste go leor le tiomĂĄint ar bhĂłithre seirbhĂse?â
- Ar ndĂłigh, tĂĄ sĂ© dĂșnta do ghnĂĄth-thiomĂĄnaithe, nĂl ann ach go bhfuil seanchairdeas dlĂșth ag INKIS agus Telecom.
âTĂĄ cairdeas acu,â a cheap Max go tĂłin poill. âBheadh ââsĂ© suimiĂșil fĂłs a fhĂĄil amach cad a dhĂ©anann an fear seo i ndĂĄirĂre.â
Ag fĂ©achaint ar an ribĂn bĂłthair a bhĂ ag titim amach os a chomhair, dâfhĂ©ach sĂ© ar conas a dâfhĂ©adfadh Ruslan dul chomh ciĂșin sin i labyrinth na dtollĂĄin agus na bpluaiseanna trĂna raibh siad ag luascadh ar luas briste. D'iompaigh an bealach i gcĂłnaĂ, ansin d'eitil sĂ© suas, ansin thit sĂos, ag trasnĂș le bĂłithre eile, fiĂș nĂos cĂșinge. BhĂ sĂ© an-olc soilsithe; nĂor sciob na lĂłchrainn amach anseo ach stalactĂtĂ ollmhĂłra agus stalagmites, in ĂĄiteanna ĂĄirithe gar do dhromchla an bhĂłthair asfalt. An bealach amach go dtĂ taobh eile brainse le dromchla gairbhĂ©il whizzed anuas. BhĂ ollscartaire mianach claning dĂreach tar Ă©is Ă©irĂ as, ag brĂș clocha beaga le gĂ©archor. Gan mhoilliĂș, rug Ruslan air beagnach go dlĂșth, gan aird a thabhairt ar an brablach a bhĂ ag eitilt faoi rothaĂ ollmhĂłra an ollscartaire, agus ansin tumadh sĂos lĂĄithreach agus ar dheis timpeall cas dĂșnta gan solas. Rug Max go fĂochmhar ar lĂĄimhseĂĄil an dorais agus cheap sĂ© gur de shliocht Schumacher i bhfad i gcĂ©in Ă© Ruslan agus go raibh aithne aige ar an mbealach de chroĂ, nĂł go raibh gabhĂĄil de shaghas Ă©igin anseo. Fuair ââââsĂ© comhĂ©adan an rĂomhaire loingseoireachta beagnach lĂĄithreach agus bhĂ iontas air arĂs faoi cĂ© chomh ĂĄisiĂșil agus a bhĂ sĂ© rudaĂ a bhainistiĂș ar an IdirlĂon Martian: nĂ raibh aon ghĂĄ cuardach a dhĂ©anamh nĂł tiomĂĄnaithe nua a shuiteĂĄil, nĂl le dĂ©anamh ach cliceĂĄil ar dheilbhĂn an ghlĂ©is agus bhĂ sĂ© rĂ©idh le hĂșsĂĄid. LĂ©irĂodh lĂ©arscĂĄil de thimpeallacht an spaceport ar an ghaothscĂĄth, agus bhĂ saigheada tĂĄscairĂ treo glas le feiceĂĄil os cionn an bhĂłthair leis na mĂniĂșchĂĄin riachtanacha go lĂ©ir: ga casadh, luas molta agus sonraĂ eile. Ina theannta sin, chrĂochnaigh an rĂomhaire cliste ĂomhĂĄ na gcodanna dĂșnta nĂł droch-lit den mhĂłrbhealaigh, agus, mar a thuig Max Ăł ghluaiseacht trucailĂ atĂĄ ag teacht, craoladh an ĂomhĂĄ i bhfĂor-am.
â Nach bhfuil d'uathphĂolĂłtach ag obair?
âOibrĂonn sĂ©, ar ndĂłigh,â a shrug Ruslan. â TĂĄ na rianta seo ar cheann den bheagĂĄn ĂĄiteanna a bhfuil cead agat tĂș fĂ©in a stiĂșradh. TĂĄ a fhios agat cĂ©n fhadhb atĂĄ ann carr a cheannach le roth stiĂșrtha agus pedals. NĂ thuigim an joke a bhaineann le cĂșpla cĂ©ad scipeĂĄil a Ăoc le haghaidh gluaisteĂĄn agus marcaĂocht mar phaisinĂ©ir. Fucking nĂos measa nĂĄ beoir neamh-alcĂłlach agus mnĂĄ fĂorĂșla. Ag fucking nerds, ag cur a sceallĂłga san ĂĄit ar cheart dĂłibh agus nuair nĂĄr cheart dĂłibh.
â Sea, is fadhb Ă... TĂĄ feasĂłg amhĂĄin i MoscĂł faoi rialĂș gan fhoireann, rud nach bhfuil an-ghreannmhar, i ndĂĄirĂre.
- Bhuel, inis dom cad.
- CiallaĂonn sĂ© seo go bhfuil fear cĂ©ile agus bean chĂ©ile ina luĂ sa leaba tar Ă©is dĂłibh a gcuid dualgas pĂłsta a chomhlĂonadh. FiafraĂonn an fear cĂ©ile: âA stĂłr, ar thaitin sĂ© leatâ? âNĂ hea, a stĂłr, rinne tĂș i bhfad nĂos fearr roimhe seo. Ar ghlac tĂș le bean eile!?" âNĂ hea, a stĂłr, nĂl ann ach faoin am seo go raibh mĂ© i gcĂłnaĂ ag troid le orcs, agus lĂĄimhseĂĄil mo sliseanna dom Ă©.â
âNĂ joke Ă© seo a thuilleadh,â a dĂșirt Ruslan le gĂĄire. âNĂl aon amhras orm fiĂș faoi roinnt francaigh oifige.â Fuck iad mnĂĄ fĂor ... DĂĄla an scĂ©il, tĂĄ fiĂș a leithĂ©id de sheirbhĂs a bhĂ le feiceĂĄil le dĂ©anaĂ. Tugtar "rialĂș coirp" air. TiomĂĄineann Chip fĂ©in tĂș chuig an obair agus sa bhaile, mar shampla, agus ag an am seo is fĂ©idir leat do orcs a fuck suas an oiread agus is mian leat.
- TĂĄ sĂ© cosĂșil le zombie nĂł cad Ă©? Caithfidh go bhfuil sĂ© scanrĂșil bualadh le daoine mar sin ar na srĂĄideanna?
- Sea, nĂ thabharfaidh tĂș aon rud faoi deara. Bhuel, tĂĄ cormĂĄin de shaghas Ă©igin ag teacht, bhuel, ag stĂĄnadh ar phointe amhĂĄin, anois tĂĄ gach duine mar sin. FreagrĂłidh sliseanna maith fiĂș ceisteanna ar nĂłs: "Hug kid, nĂ fĂ©idir teacht ar toitĂn."
- CĂ© mhĂ©ad dul chun cinn atĂĄ dĂ©anta? An bhfuil scileanna dornĂĄlaĂochta mar chuid de na sliseanna seo freisin?
- Sea, i aisling ardaigh duine. Smaoinigh air fĂ©in, cĂ©n ĂĄit a dtiocfaidh an neart agus an imoibriĂș? TĂĄ sĂ© ceachtar roinnt implants costasach nĂł sweating sa seomra aclaĂochta. NĂl sĂ© seo ach i Warhammer: d'Ăoc mĂ© trĂ kopecks le haghaidh cuntas agus rinneadh an spĂĄs mara fucking seo.
- TĂĄ sĂ© seo de shaghas Ă©igin seirbhĂse lousy. NĂl a fhios agat riamh cad a dhĂ©anfaidh do shlis duit, cĂ© atĂĄ freagrach as na hiarmhairtĂ?
- Mar is gnĂĄch, lĂ©igh an comhaontĂș: ciallaĂonn arĂĄn briste do chuid fadhbanna pearsanta.
âAn bhfuil droch-rĂ©imsĂ ar Mars?
âAn oiread agus is mian leat,â a shrug Ruslan, âtĂĄ a fhios agat, nĂ cuidĂonn oibriĂș i mianaigh ĂșrĂĄiniam, uh...
âDomhan saibhir istigh a fhoirmiĂș,â a mhol Max.
- DĂreach. Mar sin, tĂĄ go leor ceantar ar patrĂłl ag dronganna ĂĄitiĂșla, ach nĂ thaispeĂĄnann tĂș ansin agus seachnĂłidh tĂș go leor trioblĂłide.
- Cad iad na rĂ©imsĂ seo? â Chinn Max soilĂ©iriĂș a dhĂ©anamh, ar eagla na heagla.
â RĂ©imse na chĂ©ad lonnaĂochta, mar shampla. TĂĄ sĂ© seo cosĂșil le crios gĂĄma, ach i ndĂĄirĂre tĂĄ radaĂocht ard agus ocsaigin Ăseal. Is breĂĄ le scumbags ĂĄitiĂșla codanna coirp caillte a athsholĂĄthar le gach cineĂĄl feiste pollta agus gearrtha.
- TĂĄ sĂ© suimiĂșil nach fĂ©idir le corparĂĄidĂ dĂ©ileĂĄil leis na scumbags seo?
- Conas é a dhéanamh amach?
- Cad atå i gceist agat conas?! Sa domhan faoi thalamh, åit a bhfuil néarchip ag gach duine ina gceann, cad iad na fadhbanna a bhaineann le teacht ar na trioblóideoirà go léir?
- Bhuel, is fostaĂ de chuid Telecom atĂĄ gĂ©illiĂșil don dlĂ thĂș, tĂĄ gach feidhmchlĂĄr pĂłilĂneachta suiteĂĄilte agat ar an tslis cheana fĂ©in. Agus tĂĄ duine Ă©igin ag siĂșl timpeall le sliseanna lĂĄimhe clĂ©, agus is cuma le cuid de chonraitheoirĂ Uranium One nĂł MinAtom cĂ© a fuair post leo. Agus go ginearĂĄlta, cĂ©n fĂĄth ar chĂłir Telecom nĂł Neurotech bodhraigh? NĂ dhreapfaidh na punks Ăłn gcĂ©ad lonnaĂocht riamh orthu. Agus arĂs, tĂĄ sĂ© dodhĂ©anta ar bhealach Ă©igin do nerd ar Segway brĂș a chur ar roinnt greamaitheoir bogearraĂ saor in aisce Ă© fĂ©in. TeastaĂonn speisialtĂłirĂ cuĂ uainn le haghaidh seo.
âAr thĂĄinig tĂș fĂ©in Ăłn gceantar seo?â â Thug Max buille faoi thuairim aireach.
- NĂl, rugadh mĂ© ar an Domhan. Ach tĂĄ do rian smaointeoireachta beagnach ceart agus an-neamhshĂĄbhĂĄilte.
- Tar liom, cuireann sĂ© gort orm... Agus nĂ bheidh aon olc ar na nerds ar Segways go bhfuil tĂș ag caint gach cineĂĄl rudaĂ olc fĂșthu anseo?
âTĂĄ mo ghnĂomhartha ĂĄ sheiceĂĄil acu, ach is fĂ©idir leat comhrĂĄ a dhĂ©anamh chomh mĂłr agus is mian leat, nĂ athraĂonn sĂ© rud ar bith.â Cad a cheap tĂș: nĂl aon choir ar Mars?
- Sea, bhà mé cinnte. Conas is féidir leat coireanna a dhéanamh må bhuaileann do shlis låithreach åit ar cheart di?
â Ar ndĂłigh, ach eisĂonn an chĂșirt leictreonach fĂneĂĄil go huathoibrĂoch agus is fĂ©idir freisin cĂĄs a oscailt go huathoibrĂoch, seiceĂĄil na coinnĂollacha go lĂ©ir agus tĂș a sheoladh chuig an bprĂosĂșn. Agus mĂĄ thaispeĂĄnann tĂș an iomarca, fuĂĄlafidh siad mionchip nach dĂreach a bhuailfidh, ach a dhĂșnfaidh do nĂ©archĂłras lĂĄithreach a luaithe a dhĂ©anfaidh tĂș iarracht an dlĂ a bhriseadh. NĂ raibh uaim ach an bĂłthar a thrasnĂș san ĂĄit mĂcheart, ach d'Ă©irigh mo chosa suas... leath bealaigh ansin.
- Bhuel, tå sé sin ceart, sin an méid a bhfuil mé ag caint faoi.
âInseoidh mĂ© rĂșn duit: is Ă© seo go lĂ©ir brĂș a chur ar bhrĂĄithre macĂĄnta cosĂșil leatsa.â NĂ dhĂ©anann an scumbag leis an tslis chlĂ© aon diabhal faoi seo. Sea, dâfhĂ©adfadh corparĂĄidĂ, ar ndĂłigh, an choireacht a chur faoi chois dĂĄ mba mhian leo. Ach nĂ gĂĄ fucking siad Ă©.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth nach bhfuil?
- Thug mĂ© cĂșis amhĂĄin duit. Seo rud eile ar fĂ©idir leat smaoineamh air i do chuid ama saor. Samhlaigh go bhfuil an cumannachas tagtha, gur tugadh mionchip do na scumbag go lĂ©ir agus go n-oibrĂonn siad ar mhaithe leis an tsochaĂ. TĂĄ gach ĂĄit glan, ĂĄlainn, nĂl aon chriosanna gĂĄma nĂł deilt ann; mĂĄ Ă©irĂonn tĂș tinn, faigh cĂłireĂĄil do do shlĂĄinte; mĂĄ chailleann tĂș do phost, mair ar shochair. Sin Ă© an tĂ© a bheidh ar siĂșl ansin go dtĂ go gcaillfidh sĂ© a chuisle ar feadh a shaoil. Beidh gach duine a scĂth a ligean agus a thabhairt diabhal faoi na eggheads lena Segways. Ach nuair atĂĄ an chosĂșlacht ann go n-Ă©ireoidh tĂș gan dĂdean sa chrios deilt, ĂĄit nach fĂ©idir leat anĂĄlĂș, nĂł dul ar thuras spreagĂșil timpeall campaĂ comhchruinnithe an Bloc Thoir, seo an ĂĄit a ritheann tĂș ionat fĂ©in. Sin an fĂĄth nach fĂ©idir le roinnt daoine suĂ i MoscĂł? CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil siad sĂĄsta a n-asal a bhriseadh ar mhaithe leis na ceannairĂ Ăł Telecom, nach measann iad i ndĂĄirĂre mar dhaoine?
âIs lĂ©ir go bhfuil tĂș ag brĂș rudaĂ,â chroith Max a lĂĄmh go feargach. â MĂĄ shamhlaĂonn tĂș roinnt teoiricĂ comhcheilge, is lĂ©ir gur fĂ©idir aon fhĂricĂ a choigeartĂș chun iad a oiriĂșnĂș.
- Maith go leor, tĂĄ mĂ© ag samhlĂș teoiricĂ comhcheilge. Agus samhlaĂonn tusa, de rĂ©ir dealraimh, go bhfuil tĂș tagtha i dtĂr na elves. Beidh ort fanacht agus a fheiceĂĄil, i mbliain feicfidh muid cĂ© acu againn atĂĄ ceart.
- I gceann bliana, beidh mé i mo cheannasaà ar Telecom mé féin, ansin feicfimid.
âCome on, ar ndĂłigh, tĂĄ mĂ© ina choinne nĂł rud Ă©igin,â a dĂșirt Ruslan. â NĂĄ dĂ©an dearmad, mĂĄ tharlaĂonn aon rud, cĂ© a thug ardaitheoir duit Ăłn spĂĄsport. NĂl iontu seo ach brionglĂłidĂ...
- Bhuel, a aisling, nĂ aisling, ach mĂĄ shuĂonn tĂș ar lĂĄthair bog ar feadh do shaol, ansin beidh aon rud a oibriĂș amach cinnte.
âAn bhfuil cinneadh dĂĄirĂre agat dul isteach sa slua fĂor-Mhartach?
- Cad atĂĄ speisialta? Conas atĂĄ mĂ© ar bhealach Ă©igin nĂos measa nĂĄ iad?
- NĂ ĂĄbhar nĂos measa nĂł nĂos fearr Ă©. Is club mionlach Ă© seo dĂĄ mhuintir fĂ©in. NĂ cheadaĂtear daoine Ăłn taobh amuigh ann ar aon fhiĂșntas.
â Is lĂ©ir gur club dĂșnta go pointe ĂĄirithe bainistĂocht aon chorparĂĄide trasnĂĄisiĂșnta. Ba cheart duit a bheith le feiceĂĄil cĂ©n cineĂĄl clans teaghlaigh ĂĄitiĂș in aon ĂĄiteanna brabĂșsach nĂos mĂł nĂł nĂos lĂș i MoscĂł. Gan elitism, ach Ăiseach fiĂĄin primitive: is cuma leo faoi rud ar bith ach an fonn ainmhithe a bheith ag snĂ nĂos mĂł agus nĂos tapĂșla. In aon chĂĄs, tĂĄ an chĂ©ad chĂ©im ar Mars nĂos fearr fĂłs nĂĄ lĂĄithreĂĄin primitive riveting i MoscĂł. BâfhĂ©idir go ndĂ©anfaidh mĂ© roinnt airgid ar a laghad.
- Tuillfidh tĂș nĂos mĂł airgid i MoscĂł ar shuĂomhanna primitive. Ach is lĂ©ir nĂĄr thĂĄinig tĂș anseo le bheith i do bhanrĂon beag faoi daichead bliain dâaois agus le spĂĄrĂĄil a dhĂ©anamh ar ĂĄrasĂĄn sa chrios bĂ©ite. NĂĄ brĂș ort fĂ©in arĂs, ach an gceapann tĂș go bhfuil tĂș ar an gcĂ©ad duine a bhuaileann anseo leis na sĂșile geala? TĂĄ ualach traenach na mbrionglĂłidĂ den sĂłrt sin agus cairt bheag, agus tĂĄ na Martians tar Ă©is foghlaim go foirfe conas an sĂș go lĂ©ir a bhrĂș amach astu.
âTĂĄ a fhios agam cheana fĂ©in go gcaithfidh mĂ© a bheith ag obair agus nach n-Ă©irĂonn le gach duine, teipeann ar chuid acu, ach cad is fĂ©idir leat a dhĂ©anamh?â An gceapann tĂș i ndĂĄirĂre nach dtuigim tada?
- Sea, is fear cliste thĂș, nĂ raibh mĂ© ag iarraidh aon rud mar sin a rĂĄ, ach nĂl a fhios agat an cĂłras. Agus chonaic mĂ© conas a oibrĂonn sĂ.
- Agus conas a oibrĂonn sĂ©?
- TĂĄ sĂ© an-simplĂ: ar dtĂșs tairgfidh siad duit oibriĂș go crua mar riarthĂłir nĂł mar chĂłdĂłir simplĂ, ansin mĂ©adĂłidh siad do thuarastal beagĂĄn, ansin b'fhĂ©idir go mbainfidh siad a bheith i do cheannasaĂ ar na daoine nua a thagann isteach. Ach nĂ ligfidh siad duit aon rud iontach a dhĂ©anamh, nĂł dĂ©anfaidh siad, ach glacfaidh siad na cearta go lĂ©ir dĂłibh fĂ©in. Agus an t-am ar fad beidh sĂ© cosĂșil go bhfuil tĂș beagnach sa phĂĄirtĂ, ba chĂłir duit beagĂĄn a bhrĂș, ach is illusion, dallamullĂłg, uasteorainn gloine Ă© seo, i mbeagĂĄn focal.
âTĂĄ a fhios agam gur bhuail an chuid is mĂł daoine uasteorainn ghloine.â Is Ă© an deacracht ar fad a bheith i measc an t-ĂĄdh beag a Ă©irĂonn trĂd.
- NĂl aon daoine t-ĂĄdh, an dtuigeann tĂș. Is Ă© an polasaĂ nĂĄ: nĂĄ tĂłg strainsĂ©irĂ.
âNĂ fheicim an loighic i mbeartas den sĂłrt sin.â Mura ligeann tĂș dâaon duine isteach ar chor ar bith, mar sin, mar a dĂ©arfĂĄ, beidh gach duine scoite amach. CĂ©n fĂĄth bodhraigh mĂĄ tĂĄ an toradh ar eolas? Mura n-imrĂonn tĂș fĂseĂĄin le millionaires sĂĄsta, nĂ cheannĂłidh aon duine ticĂ©id crannchuir, ceart?
â Anseo tarraingeoidh siad aon fhĂseĂĄn duit. NĂ ghlacfaidh aon duine lĂĄmh Neurotek.
- Ar mhaith leat a rĂĄ go bhfuil na Martians dĂșr deceiving gach duine?
- NĂ fĂor, nĂ mheabhlaĂonn siad go dĂșr, nĂ dhĂ©anann siad ach go han-chliste. Ceart go leor, dĂ©anfaidh mĂ© iarracht a mhĂniĂș... Mar sin fuair tĂș post ag Telecom agus d'oscail an roinn pearsanra comhad pearsanta fĂșt. TĂĄ comhad ann ina n-iontrĂĄlfar na sonraĂ go lĂ©ir a bailĂodh, lena n-ĂĄirĂtear trialacha scoile, agus stair iomlĂĄn na n-iarratas agus na gcuairteanna Ăłn tslis. Agus bunaithe ar na sonraĂ seo agus ar do ghnĂomhaĂocht reatha, dĂ©anfaidh an clĂĄr monatĂłireacht ar cathain a inseoidh tĂș duit cad Ă©, cathain is cĂłir ardĂș cĂ©ime a thabhairt duit, cathain is cĂłir ardĂș a thabhairt duit, ionas nach dtĂ©ann tĂș isteach faoi luĂ na grĂ©ine. I mbeagĂĄn focal, beidh siad i gcĂłnaĂ a shealbhĂș cairĂ©ad os comhair a srĂłn.
"TĂĄ tĂș ag smearadh gach rud le pĂ©int dhubh." Bhuel, ĂșsĂĄideann siad lĂonraĂ nĂ©aracha chun anailĂs a dhĂ©anamh ar shonraĂ pearsanta. Bhuel, sea, nĂl sĂ© taitneamhach, ar ndĂłigh, ach nĂ fheicim tragĂłid ar bith ann ach an oiread.
- Is Ă© an tragĂłid nĂĄ mura bhfuil tĂș i do Martian, ansin nĂ roinnfidh tĂș do chuid fadhbanna ach leis an lĂonra nĂ©arĂșil seo. TĂĄ sĂ© seo go hiomlĂĄn, cosĂșil le... nĂłs imeachta foirmiĂșil, nĂ bheidh bainisteoirĂ beo ar feadh leathchĂ©ad bliain focal a rĂĄ leat. Is ĂĄit fholamh thĂș dĂłibh.
- Mar mĂĄs rud Ă© nach bhfuil mĂ© ĂĄit fholamh i MoscĂł do roinnt INKIS. Is lĂ©ir go mbeidh orm aird a tharraingt chugam fĂ©in ar dtĂșs ionas go mbeidh am a chaitheamh ag na Martians ag plĂ© na hionchais ghairme atĂĄ agam.
- Bhuel, i ndĂĄirĂre nĂ thuigeann tĂș. Is i do MhoscĂł fĂ©in Ă© seo, nĂł san Eoraip is measa fĂłs, is fĂ©idir leat pĂĄirt a ghlacadh i rĂĄs le slua daoine cosĂșil leatsa. Agus fiĂș mĂĄ tĂĄ naoi n-ĂĄit duaise as gach deichniĂșr ĂĄitithe ag dearthĂĄireacha nĂł leannĂĄin duine Ă©igin, is fĂ©idir leat an deichiĂș hĂĄit a Ă©ileamh i ndĂĄirĂre. Ach nĂl rud ar bith le gabhĂĄil ar Mars, fiĂș mĂĄs genius tĂș mĂle uair nĂos mĂł. D'aithin na Martians na daoine go lĂ©ir fadĂł agus thug siad stalla digiteach pearsanta do gach duine acu... Ă bhuel, dĂ©an dearmad air, i mbeagĂĄn focal. DĂ©anann gach duine a rogha fĂ©in.
âDĂ©arfainn fiĂș: feiceann gach duine dĂłibh fĂ©in cad ba mhaith leo a fheiceĂĄil.â
âIs aisteach an rud Ă© seirbhĂs slĂĄndĂĄla Telecom,â shĂl Max go traochta. - Cad a bhĂ sĂ© ag iarraidh a bhaint amach chun eitilt ar ais go MoscĂł agus cĂłnaĂ ann go sona sĂĄsta riamh ina dhiaidh sin? Bhuel, tĂĄ, is dĂłichĂ go ndĂ©anfar ĂĄr mbĂłithre a dheisiĂș sa bhaile agus go stopfaidh siad ag glacadh breabanna; tĂĄ sĂ© nĂos crĂonna a chreidiĂșint ann nĂĄ dea-intinn den chineĂĄl seo. TĂĄ sĂ© nĂos mĂł cosĂșil le spraoi a bheith aige. NĂł tĂĄ baint mhĂłr aige le mafia de chineĂĄl Ă©igin agus nĂ fheiceann sĂ© ach an taobh dorcha de chathair Tule.â Ach mar an gcĂ©anna, thosaigh amhras ar anam Max le fuinneamh athnuaite: âI ndĂĄirĂre, cĂ©n fĂĄth ar cheart do Telecom speisialtĂłirĂ a lorg i MoscĂł, atĂĄ cĂșige i gcomparĂĄid le Tula? Ach ar an lĂĄimh eile, nach ar mhaithe le drochscĂ©al a tharraing siad chomh fada sin mĂ©, ag Ăoc as costais an turais? Ar aon chuma, tĂĄ airgead agam fĂłs le haghaidh ticĂ©ad fillte. Ach cĂ©n fĂĄth ansin ar chuir mĂ© tĂșs leis na comhrĂĄite seo? Nach bhfuil aon duine eile agat chun Ă© a roinnt leis? TĂĄ grĂĄin rĂ©asĂșnach Ă©igin ina chatter. Seo conas a thuiscint i saol na rĂ©altachta fhĂorĂșil: an bhfuil mĂ© ag tĂłgĂĄil gairme le lĂonraĂ nĂ©aracha, nĂł an bhfuilim ag cumarsĂĄid le Martians beo? De rĂ©ir an mĂ©id tuillimh? Ach, tĂĄ sĂ© fĂor, is fĂ©idir leat airgead a dhĂ©anamh i MoscĂł, go hĂĄirithe mĂĄ tĂĄ tĂș bastard neamhphrionsabal le naisc. Agus anseo tĂĄ aon toradh fĂorĂșil go cĂ©im amhĂĄin nĂł eile. RĂ©iteoidh lĂonra nĂ©arĂșil sĂĄch cumhachtach mâaislingĂ go lĂ©ir go hĂ©asca agus sleamhnĂłidh isteach i ndomhan beag cluthar an chuma go bhfuil siad ag teacht chun crĂche. BâfhĂ©idir go dtuigim go domhain i mâanam do-rĂ©adĂș mo dhĂłchas agus, go rĂșnda uaim fĂ©in, nĂor bheartaigh mĂ© riamh iad a thabhairt slĂĄn. Agus seo deis iontach a fheiceĂĄil cad is cosĂșil le domhan idĂ©alach. FĂ©ach le sĂșil amhĂĄin, nĂl cosc ââar aon duine Ă© seo a dhĂ©anamh, nĂ vice, nĂ defeat, ach cĂșlĂș oirbheartaĂochta neamhdhĂobhĂĄlach. Agus ansin, go luath amach anseo, tosĂłidh mĂ© cinnte ag dĂ©anamh gach rud fĂor: le hiarracht amhĂĄin tĂłgfaidh mĂ© agus gearrfaidh mĂ© an cĂĄbla lĂonra agus tosĂłidh mĂ©. Idir an dĂĄ linn, is fĂ©idir leat a aisling go fĂłill beagĂĄn, ach beagĂĄn nĂos mĂł... Hmmm, sin mar a bheidh sĂ© ar fad: beagĂĄn nĂos mĂł, beagĂĄn nĂos mĂł, beidh sĂ© sĂneadh ar feadh cĂșpla scĂłr bliain, go dtĂ go mbeidh sĂ© go hiomlĂĄn rĂł-dhĂ©anach, go dtĂ go cas mĂ© isteach i amoeba lag-willed ag snĂĄmh i dtuaslagĂĄn cothaitheach. â Thuar Max le uafĂĄs. - NĂ hea, caithfimid stop a chur leis na hamhrais seo. Caithfidh tĂș a bheith cosĂșil le Ruslan, nĂł cosĂșil le do chara Denis, mar shampla. TĂĄ a fhios ag Dan go soilĂ©ir cad atĂĄ uaidh agus nĂ chuireann sĂ© aon diabhal ort. Agus gach cineĂĄl sceallĂłga agus lĂonraĂ nĂ©aracha as cloigtheach ard... Ach, ar an lĂĄimh eile, an aisling fĂor Ă© seo? NĂl iontu seo ach instincts agus gĂ©arriachtanas an tsaoil.â
âTĂĄimid beagnach ann,â a dĂșirt Ruslan, ag moilliĂș ag tollĂĄn saorga ag dul go gĂ©ar suas an cnoc, âanois rachaimid trĂd an loc agus lĂ©imfimid amach isteach sa chathair.â NĂĄ dĂ©an dearmad do phas a ghnĂomhachtĂș.
- CĂ©n crios a bhĂ anseo?
- EipsealĂłn.
- EipsealĂłn?! Agus tĂĄimid ag gearradh trĂd anseo chomh socair sin, is spĂĄs oscailte beagnach Ă©.
- TĂĄ a fhios agam, nach bhfuil an cion ocsaigine caighdeĂĄnaithe, an bhfuil an leibhĂ©al radaĂochta ard? An bhfuil leanaĂ ar bith agat?
- NĂlâŠ
- Ansin tå sé go dona.
- Cad atĂĄ mĂcheart? â BhĂ Max buartha.
- Just a kidding, nĂ bheidh aon rud tirim suas duit. TĂĄ an carr seo cosĂșil le umar: atmaisfĂ©ar dĂșnta agus cosaint radaĂochta, agus culaith spĂĄis solais sa trunk.
âSea, is cinnte go sĂĄbhĂĄlfaidh na culaithe spĂĄis sa stoc i gcĂĄs timpiste thromchĂșiseach ĂĄr saol,â thug Max faoi deara, ach nĂor thug Ruslan aird ar bith ar a ĂorĂłin.
Gan mhoill, chuaigh siad thar an sean loc agus chuaigh siad isteach i lĂĄna tapa an mhĂłrbhealaigh i Tula. Chuir Ruslan a shuaimhneas ar a chathaoir agus thug sĂ© smacht don rĂomhaire. In aon chĂĄs, ar mhĂłrbhealaĂ Thule, ĂĄit a raibh an luas barr teoranta do dhĂĄ chĂ©ad mĂle iontach san uair, bhĂ tosaĂocht ag cinntĂ an rĂomhaire ar aon ghnĂomh tiomĂĄnaĂ. NĂ raibh ach rĂomhaire trĂĄchta in ann tiomĂĄint go sĂĄbhĂĄilte ar a leithĂ©id de luasanna i dtrĂĄcht trom. BhĂ an moladh is flaithiĂșla tuillte ag cĂłras bainistĂochta iompair Martian; ba leor Ă© chun ceann scrĂbe a roghnĂș agus roghnaigh an cĂłras fĂ©in an bealach is fearr Ăł thaobh ama de, ag cur san ĂĄireamh rĂ©amhaisnĂ©is an phlĂłdaithe trĂĄchta bunaithe ar intinn ĂșsĂĄideoirĂ eile. Mura mbeadh sĂ© ar a son, is cinnte go mbeadh Thule ag magadh faoi thranglam trĂĄchta, cosĂșil le go leor mĂłrchathracha talĂșn.
BhĂ meas ag Max ar obair mheicnĂocht dea-chomhordaithe an chĂłrais bĂłithre Ăł radharc Ă©an ar lĂ©arscĂĄil idirghnĂomhach na cathrach. BhĂ sruthanna sĂșilĂneacha na ngluaisteĂĄn ag sileadh trĂ chrosbhealaĂ trĂĄchta cosĂșil le cĂłras imshruthaithe orgĂĄnach beo. Chuaigh lucht lasta trom agus ardĂĄin phaisinĂ©irĂ ar aghaidh go gĂ©illiĂșil sna lĂĄnaĂ ar dheis, agus ghluais carranna gasta ar an taobh clĂ©. MĂĄ d'athraigh duine lĂĄnaĂ, an chuid eile de na rannphĂĄirtithe trĂĄchta, obediently moilliĂș sĂos, lig dĂł trĂd, beagnach scrĂobadh a tuairteoirĂ i gcoinne a chĂ©ile. NĂor theith aon duine ar aghaidh le scoitheadh ââcontĂșirteach, gan aon ghearradh siar, rinneadh gach ainliĂș roimh rĂ© le luas agus cruinneas idĂ©alach. TĂłgadh acomhail il-leibhĂ©il i ngach ĂĄit: nĂ raibh gĂĄ le soilse trĂĄchta. ShĂl Max le grĂ©in, ag radharc a leithĂ©id de seĂłnna, go gcaillfeadh oifigeach trĂĄchta MoscĂł ar bith deoir mhothĂșchĂĄin. CĂ© go bhfuil, nĂ hea, in ĂĄit as chagrin: ĂĄit a mbĂonn rĂomhaire sober, saor Ăł earrĂĄidĂ i gcĂłnaĂ i gceannas, is lĂ©ir go bhfanfaidh na pĂłilĂnĂ trĂĄchta truaillithe as gnĂł.
âAgus dâfhĂ©adfadh na luasanna a bheith nĂos Ăsle, agus dâfhĂ©adfadh an fad idir na gluaisteĂĄin a bheith nĂos mĂł nĂĄ deich go cĂșig mhĂ©adar dĂ©ag,â a cheap Max, ânĂ fĂ©idir linn a bheith ag sĂșil ach mĂĄ theipeann ar rialĂș ardĂĄn lasta Ă©igin, beidh am ag an gcĂłras freagairt, murach sin beidh sĂ© ina praiseach uafĂĄsach.â .
BhĂ go leor le meas sa chathair seachas na mĂłrbhealaĂ. Cheadaigh domhantarraingt Ăseal agus folĂșntas ollmhĂłr faoi thalamh mionchoigeartuithe dochreidte san ailtireacht. Thule, curtha i phluais agus tollĂĄin agus ag an am cĂ©anna go lĂ©ir dĂrithe anĂos. NĂ raibh ann ach spĂ©irscrapers, spilĂ©ir, tĂșir agus struchtĂșir aerga le tacaĂ tanaĂ, ceangailte le grĂ©asĂĄn pasĂĄistĂ agus bealaĂ iompair. In aice le gach foirgneamh bhĂ nasc chuig leathanach grĂ©asĂĄin; dĂĄ mba mhian leat, dâfhĂ©adfĂĄ a lĂĄn rudaĂ suimiĂșla a fhoghlaim faoin gcathair. Seo liathrĂłid ghloine dhĂĄ chĂ©ad mĂ©adar, amhail is dĂĄ mba ag crochadh san aer - is club daor Ă© seo. Taobh istigh de, tĂĄ daoine saibhre glĂ©asta agus leathchĂłirithe, mnĂĄ Ăłga truaillithe ag spraoi i dtimpeallacht rĂ©altachta mĂ©adaithe. Ach, cĂșpla bloc ar shiĂșl, tĂĄ foirgneamh dian, gruama gan ghloine nĂł neon - ospidĂ©al agus fothain do na boicht, atĂĄ suite sa chrios "beta", atĂĄ fabhrach don saol. TharlaĂonn sĂ© go raibh Martians sibhialta rĂ©idh go leor chun na blĂșirĂnĂ Ăł tĂĄbla an mhĂĄistir a roinnt, cĂ© gur cosĂșil nach bhfuil aon stĂĄt faoi chuing dĂłibh nĂos mĂł.
BhĂ roinnt foirgneamh, cosĂșil le colĂșin, ina luĂ ar uasteorainn na bpluaiseanna, agus is gnĂĄch go gcuirfidĂs timpeall orthu ar shnĂĄth drones ag teacht agus ag deifir. BhĂ seirbhĂsĂ dĂłiteĂĄin, comhshaoil ââagus seirbhĂsĂ cathrach eile i bhfoirgnimh den sĂłrt sin. Agus an t-am ĂĄ chaitheamh aige fĂ©achaint ar a leathanach, fuair Max amach go bhfeidhmĂonn na colĂșin seo mar struchtĂșir ualachiompartha freisin, ag cosaint boghtaĂ nĂĄdĂșrtha na dungeons Ăł thitim. TĂĄ an beart sĂĄch coisctheach; nĂl aon ghnĂomhaĂocht teicteonach ar leith le feiceĂĄil ar Mars: tĂĄ an taobh istigh den phlĂĄinĂ©id dhearg marbh le fada agus nĂ chuireann sĂ© isteach ar dhaoine. Ach tĂĄ go leor fadhbanna eile ann, leis an Ă©iceolaĂocht: faightear spĂłir na mbaictĂ©ar ĂĄrsa i gcĂłnaĂ i gclocha, agus le radaĂocht: tĂĄ an cĂșlra nĂĄdĂșrtha, fiĂș amhĂĄin i doimhneacht mar gheall ar an tiĂșchan ard iseatĂłip radaighnĂomhacha, arĂs agus arĂs eile nĂos airde nĂĄ ar an Domhan. . Mar sin, bhĂ prĂomh-saotharlanna na gcorparĂĄidĂ cumhachtacha lonnaithe de ghnĂĄth i bpluaiseanna ar leith, dĂșnta Ăłn bprĂomhchathair ag leibhĂ©il Ă©agsĂșla cosanta.
BhĂ samplaĂ an-choimhthĂocha den ailtireacht ĂĄitiĂșil ann freisin: ĂĄit a raibh bearnaĂ doimhne in urlĂĄr na bpluaiseanna, bhĂ tĂșir ar crochadh Ăłn tsĂleĂĄil cosĂșil le stalactites ollmhĂłra, ag titim isteach sa fholamh. Ă na bearnaĂ thĂĄinig hum na stĂĄisiĂșn ocsaigine - scamhĂłga an orgĂĄnaigh uirbigh. Agus rinne glĂ©asanna leictreonacha rĂłl stiĂșrthĂłir na ceolfhoirne ollmhĂłra. Thug siad aire go hĂ©asca do dhaoine neamhfhoirfe, ag athsholĂĄthar iad beagnach i ngach ĂĄit. Chuaigh cĂłnaitheoirĂ Thule ag siĂșl go suaimhneach ar feadh gailearaithe ard-ardĂș leochaileacha, ag luascadh i maglevs, ag ionanĂĄlĂș aer glan scagtha agus nĂ raibh imnĂ orthu faoin bhfĂric go raibh siad scartha Ăł bhĂĄs an toirt nĂł, os a choinne sin, bĂĄs pianmhar ag nana-soicindĂ agus nanaimĂ©adar earrĂĄidĂ a thĂĄinig chun solais de thaisme. isteach sa chriostail is tanaĂ de ghlĂ©asanna rĂomhaireachta.
Ar ndĂłigh, dâfhĂ©adfĂĄ spĂĄrĂĄlaĂscĂĄileĂĄin ar bith a roghnĂș chun an cathairdhreach a mhaisiĂș. Ba Ă© an ceann ba choitianta nĂĄ spĂĄrĂĄlaĂscĂĄileĂĄin chathair elven, ĂĄit ar iompaigh na spires ina gcrainn ollmhĂłra, rith easanna Ăł na ballaĂ, agus spĂ©ir coimhthĂocha le roinnt grĂ©ine sĂnte os a chionn. Thaitin spĂĄrĂĄlaĂscĂĄileĂĄin chathair na warlocks faoi thalamh nĂos fearr le Max. BhĂ sĂ© i bhfad nĂos dlĂșithe le fĂor-uigeachtaĂ an chomhshaoil, agus, dĂĄ rĂ©ir sin, nĂos lĂș acmhainnĂ sliseanna a chaitheamh. ComharthaĂ neon, iompĂș isteach i soilse sagartach, caitheadh ââââmachnaimh whimsical ar na ballaĂ carraige dubh agus dearg, scoite veins trĂ©shoilseach mianraĂ lĂłmhara as an dorchadas. Agus na drones, a chlaochlĂș go eiliminteach agus biotĂĄillĂ, rince faoi na ĂĄirsĂ na phluais. BhĂ ĂĄilleacht na cruthaitheachta fĂorĂșla agus ĂĄilleacht na dungeons nĂĄdĂșrtha fite fuaite chomh dlĂșth agus chomh horgĂĄnach sin gur chuaigh mo chroĂ go tĂłin poill. FiĂș dĂĄ mbeadh sĂ coimhthĂoch agus fuar, an ĂĄilleacht seo, fiĂș mĂĄ bhĂ boladh olc phlĂĄinĂ©id marbh na milliĂșin bliain Ăł shin Ă, ach thĂĄinig a fuacht uirthi, agus rinne an t-anam dearmad go sona air fĂ©in i gcodladh milis nimhiĂșil. Agus rinne na taibhsĂ buaiteacha, ag gĂĄire go holc, a ndamhsa dothuigthe agus d'fhan siad le hĂospartach nua. D'fhĂ©ach Max agus d'fhĂ©ach sĂ© ar Thule, rud a bhĂ sĂ© chomh fada agus chomh paiseanta ag iarraidh a fheiceĂĄil arĂs, nuair a bhris duine Ă©igin dofheicthe uafĂĄsach an tĂ©ad sĂnte go tobann go dtĂ gur ghlaoigh sĂ© agus dĂșirt: âBhuel, dia duit, Max, bhĂ mĂ© ag fanacht leat freisin. .â.
- Ar thit tĂș i do chodladh nĂł rud Ă©igin? â PhĂșca Ruslan a mhacasamhail sa ghualainn.
- Mar sin... smaoinigh mé air.
â An PhrĂomhoifig, beagnach ann.
Roimhe seo, ar chĂșis Ă©igin, nĂ raibh mĂłrĂĄn suime ag Max i cad a bhĂ i gceanncheathrĂș phrĂomhchuideachta na RĂșise. ThĂĄinig sĂ© trasna ar an ĂomhĂĄ seo dâoifig Neurotek â an âspiorad criostailâ chĂĄiliĂșil â ar an IdirlĂon nĂos mĂł nĂĄ uair amhĂĄin. Sea, agus nĂ haon ionadh: tĂĄ an branda, mar a deir siad, curtha chun cinn go maith. BhĂ an spuaic seo suite i crater clĂșdaithe ag an cruinneachĂĄn is mĂł agus is sine Thule, ag teacht ar airde cĂșig chĂ©ad mĂ©adar. Ach an chuid is mĂł ar fad, bhĂ sĂ© clĂș ar an bhfĂric go bhfuil a struchtĂșir tacaĂochta malartacha go hiomlĂĄn trĂ©dhearcach agus eilimintĂ scĂĄthĂĄin. TrĂ na rĂ©imsĂ trĂ©dhearcacha d'fhĂ©adfaĂ saol inmheĂĄnach na corparĂĄide a bhreathnĂș, cosĂșil leis na prĂomhchĂłcaire i mbialanna ĂĄirithe, agus na cinn scĂĄthĂĄnacha ag athraonadh an tsolais ar an mbealach is aisteach. Ba shiombail Ă© seo de rĂ©ir dealraimh: oscailteacht iomlĂĄn na cuideachta, Ăonacht smaointe a cuid fostaithe agus buaicphointĂ an dul chun cinn eolaĂoch agus teicneolaĂochta. Go ginearĂĄlta, bhĂ gach rud soilĂ©ir le brainse tĂșir Neurotek: costasach, lonrach agus brĂłn sĂșl. Ar ndĂłigh, nĂ bheadh ââââTelecom ina Telecom mura ndearna sĂ© iarracht mĂ©id na dtĂșr a thomhas le Neurotek. Agus ĂĄit a raibh airde agus splĂ©ach in easnamh, scĂłrĂĄil Telecom pointĂ le scĂĄla agus scĂłip. Chuaigh struchtĂșr ollmhĂłr coincrĂ©it threisithe lena bhonn isteach i bpoll domhain agus bhĂ na hurlĂĄir uachtaracha ina luĂ ar dhĂon na huaimhe. Sampla fiĂșntach den ailtireacht Ghotach a bhĂ timpeallaithe ag fĂĄinne de thuirĂ©id nĂos lĂș, a shroich i dtreo a chĂ©ile Ăł bhun agus uasteorainn an dungeon, go mĂłr i gcuimhne do maw fiacail. De rĂ©ir analaĂ, bhĂ foirgneamh lĂĄrnach Telecom ina shiombail ar dhĂșnadh iomlĂĄn na cuideachta, go hĂĄirithe do gach cineĂĄl arrachtaigh truaillithe coimhthĂocha a dtugann an âceathrĂș eastĂĄtâ orthu fĂ©in, bhuel, tĂĄ gach rud soilĂ©ir lena n-intinn, agus moilleanna i bhforbairt na heolaĂochta agus na heolaĂochta. ba Ă©asca an dul chun cinn teicneolaĂochta a chĂșiteamh leis an âbata mĂłrâ a fuarthas le hoidhreacht Ăł Impireacht na RĂșise dĂ©anach.
Ghlac Ruslan rĂłl an treoraĂ go hĂ©asca. Is dĂłcha, ag radharc na n-arm ailtireachta beloved le haghaidh iomaitheoirĂ imeaglaithe, dhĂșisigh mothĂșchĂĄin tĂrghrĂĄ de chineĂĄl Ă©igin ann.
- An bhfaca tĂș cĂ© chomh iontach agus a d'Ă©irigh linn? BhĂ Ă©ad ar na daoine caol-sĂșl cheana fĂ©in.
âNeurotech nĂł cad Ă©? Cinnte gheobhaidh siad bĂĄs go luath le Ă©ad." â NĂor lĂ©irĂodh amhras meabhrach Max ar a aghaidh beagnach.
âIs Ă© seo an chuid faoi thalamh de thacaĂocht lĂĄrnach an chruinneachĂĄin chumhachta. Is dĂłcha go bhfaca tĂș iad Ăłn teirminĂ©al. NĂor crĂochnaĂodh an cruinneachĂĄn cumhachta riamh, ach bhĂ na struchtĂșir chaipitil ĂșsĂĄideach dĂșinn. Anseo is fĂ©idir leat ar a laghad suĂ amach le cogadh nĂșiclĂ©ach, nĂ cosĂșil le i birdhouse gloine. An bhfuil an ceart agam?
Thiontaigh Ruslan chuig a idirghabhĂĄlaĂ chun a chuid focal a dhearbhĂș agus bhĂ ar Max aontĂș go prĂĄinneach:
- Is Ă© mo bhaile mo chaisleĂĄn.
- DĂreach. I bprionsabal, nĂ fĂ©idir cosaint nĂos fearr a bheith ann nĂĄ taobh istigh den tacaĂocht. FiĂș mĂĄ thiteann an uaimh go hiomlĂĄn, seasfaidh an struchtĂșr. Is gearr go bhfeicfidh tĂș duit fĂ©in cĂ© chomh maith is atĂĄ sĂ© anseo ...
"TĂĄ," a shudded Maxim, "anois nĂl aon Ă©alĂș." Chomh luath agus a cheap sĂ© amhlaidh, shlog an bĂ©al gigantic an bhlaosc beag ceithre roth.
18 Deireadh FĂłmhair, 2139 Nuacht is dĂ©anaĂ.
Inniu, ag 11 a chlog am ĂĄitiĂșil, chuir corparĂĄid INKIS iarratas isteach ar bhallraĂocht iomlĂĄn i gComhairle Chomhairleach na SocraĂochtaĂ Martian. Thacaigh baill den Chomhairle a bhfuil vĂłta acu leis an iarratas: Telecom-ru, ĂrĂĄiniam a hAon, tionscail throma Mariner agus eile. Mar sin, thacaigh 153 vĂłta iomlĂĄna leis an iarratas agus bhĂ 100 vĂłta Ă©igeantach ar a laghad. TĂĄ an tsaincheist seo san ĂĄireamh i gclĂĄr oibre an chĂ©ad sheisiĂșin eile den Chomhairle, a osclĂłfar an 1 Samhain. I gcĂĄs ina mbeidh toradh dearfach ar an vĂłtĂĄil ar a hiarratas, gheobhaidh corparĂĄid INKIS 1 vĂłta iomlĂĄn agus an deis chun drĂ©achtrĂșin a thĂolacadh trĂ oifig na Comhairle. Faoi lĂĄthair, tĂĄ cearta breathnĂłirĂ teoranta ag ionadaĂ chorparĂĄide INKIS ar an gComhairle. D'fhĂłgair INKIS freisin IPO breise dĂĄ scaireanna le luach measta de thart ar 85 milliĂșn krips.
Cuireadh leis an nuacht le fĂseĂĄn inar dhĂchĂłimeĂĄil oibrithe i spacesuits an Orion, Ural, Buryu agus Lochlannach as a gcuid pedestals, a d'fhreastail go dĂlis le blianta fada agus ansin cosanta a port baile deireanach. LĂomhnaĂtear, nĂ dhearnadh Ă© seo ach amhĂĄin chun na sean-longa a sheoladh chuig MĂșsaem TaiscĂ©alaĂochta Mars, ĂĄit a mbeadh sĂ© nĂos Ă©asca coinnĂollacha stĂłrĂĄla cuĂ a chinntiĂș. âSea, sin an rud a chreideamar,â a cheap Max go cantalach. Ag dĂ©anamh breithiĂșnas ar cĂ© chomh gasta agus chomh barbarach a cuireadh an obair i gcrĂch, sroichfidh na foilseĂĄin nua saorĂĄidĂ stĂłrĂĄla an mhĂșsaeim i riocht measartha seafĂłideach, ach amhĂĄin mĂĄ dhĂ©antar iad a dhiĂșscairt ar dtĂșs faoi chĂșis sochreidte eile. Lochlannach a dâfhulaing is mĂł. Strac oibrithe clumsy an chosaint teirmeach go lĂ©ir ina phĂosaĂ nuair a lĂłdĂĄil siad an long ar an rampa. Gabhadh an prĂłiseas iomlĂĄn, le carn de bhruscar scaipthe ar fud an gaineamh agus spotaĂ maol disgusting, i sraith de ghrianghraif chumhachtacha. I mbeagĂĄn focal, rinne INKIS deifir Ă©isteacht le mianta na Comhairle ComhairlĂ.
BhĂ Max ag iarraidh go meabhrach ar cheannairĂ na corparĂĄide cĂșpla easpa gĂ©archĂșiseach a thuilleamh Ăł lĂ rĂł-dhĂcheallach asail Martian agus bhog sĂ© ar aghaidh go dtĂ fĂ©achaint ar an gcĂ©ad nuacht eile.
Leanann corraĂl ar TĂotĂĄn. Tar Ă©is dĂł na taispeĂĄntĂłirĂ a chur faoi chois go brĂșidiĂșil, agus gabhĂĄil go leor sĂĄraithe ag gabhĂĄil leo, tĂĄ an scĂ©al fĂłs i bhfad Ăł rĂ©itithe. TacaĂonn lucht tacaĂochta na heagraĂochta Quadius mar a thugtar air go gcruthĂłfar stĂĄt neamhspleĂĄch ar TĂotĂĄn, ĂĄit a ndĂ©anfar leasuithe radacacha ar dhlĂthe cĂłipchirt agus cuirfear tacaĂocht rialtais ar fĂĄil do thionscadail forbartha bogearraĂ le ceadĂșnas saor in aisce. CĂșisĂonn siad na horgĂĄin as an gcosantĂłir faoi chois pholaitiĂșil agus faoi dhĂșnmharuithe rĂșnda na n-easaontĂłirĂ, agus bagairt orthu freisin freagairt le sceimhle ar sceimhle. Go dtĂ seo, nĂor Ă©irigh le seanĂłirĂ na âheagraĂochtaâ - na quads - a gcuid bagairtĂ a chur i gcrĂch, is Ă© an t-aon ghnĂłthachtĂĄil atĂĄ acu fĂłs nĂĄ mion-hooliganism agus ionsaithe hacker. In ainneoin seo, tĂĄ fĂłrsaĂ pĂłilĂneachta Titan Protectorate tar Ă©is bearta slĂĄndĂĄla mĂ©adaithe a thabhairt isteach cheana fĂ©in in iompar, glĂ©asraĂ tionsclaĂocha, stĂĄisiĂșin tacaĂochta saoil agus ĂĄiseanna leighis. BhĂ Neurotech Corporation ar na chĂ©ad dreamanna a dhearbhaigh neamh-inghlacthacht ĂșsĂĄid an fhorĂ©igin; go deimhin, chĂĄin sĂ© gnĂomhaĂochtaĂ na cosanta ĂĄitiĂșla agus rinne sĂ© moltaĂ iomchuĂ don Chomhairle Chomhairleach. Go luath amach anseo, ag seisiĂșn urghnĂĄch dĂ©anfar an cheist maidir le cĂșlghairm an chosantĂłra reatha TĂotĂĄn a chinneadh. NĂ thuigeann a iomaitheoirĂ nĂł fiĂș na comhghuaillithe is gaire seasamh Neurotech fĂłs. TĂĄ ilchuideachta Sumitomo, atĂĄ ag infheistiĂș go mĂłr ina sĂłcmhainnĂ tĂĄirgthe ar TĂotĂĄn, tar Ă©is cur i gcoinne an togra a cuireadh faoi bhrĂĄid na Comhairle Comhairleach go lĂĄidir agus tĂĄ sĂ© ag iarraidh bac a chur ar a phlĂ©. Tairgeann ionadaithe Sumitomo imscrĂșdĂș a dhĂ©anamh ar an mĂshuaimhneas ag baint ĂșsĂĄide as a gcuid seirbhĂse slĂĄndĂĄla fĂ©in agus dearbhaĂonn siad go hoscailte go bhfuil a fhios acu uimhreacha nĂ©archipeanna gach cuad.
âWow, cad atĂĄ ar siĂșl sa ghrianchĂłras. â ShĂl Max, ag scrollĂĄil go leisciĂșil trĂd an suĂomh nuachta. - Shocraigh roinnt daoine craiceĂĄilte fuss a dhĂ©anamh ar an tsatailĂt reoite seo, iad i ndĂĄirĂre craiceĂĄilte, reoite de rĂ©ir dealraimh ar a n-inchinn dheireanach... Staid neamhspleĂĄch ar shatailĂt iargĂșlta, ag brath go hiomlĂĄn ar sholĂĄthairtĂ seachtracha, smaoinigh mĂ© air freisin, ach beidh siad brĂșite in am ar bith. NĂl ĂĄit ar bith le hĂ©alĂș Ăł fhomhuireĂĄn nuair atĂĄ loch meatĂĄn leachta thart. â Mheas Max go loighciĂșil pleananna agus Ă©ilimh na dtaispeĂĄntĂłirĂ ĂĄifĂ©iseach, ach dhiĂșltaigh sĂ© an loighic chĂ©anna a chur i bhfeidhm ar a chuid aislingĂ fĂ©in maidir le Mars a chlaochlĂș. â Agus thĂĄinig Neurotech go tobann ina laoch don daonlathas agus do chearta an duine. NĂ a mhalairt, bheartaigh mĂ© sĂłcmhainnĂ tĂĄirgthe mo chomhghuaillithe le dĂ©anaĂ a ghearradh siar.â
D'fhĂ©ach Max, as fiosracht, ar lĂłgĂł na "eagraĂochta" mistĂ©ireach atĂĄ fĂĄgtha ar shuĂomhanna hackĂĄilte: diamaint gorm, a raibh an leath dheis pĂ©inteĂĄilte os a chionn, agus ar an taobh clĂ© bhĂ leath na sĂșl uile-fheiceĂĄlach. Bhog sĂ© ar aghaidh ansin chun fĂ©achaint ar an gcĂ©ad scĂ©al nuachta eile.
D'fhĂłgair an chuideachta Telecom-ru mĂ©adĂș ar luas rochtana agus mĂ©id stĂłrĂĄla comhaid do gach ĂșsĂĄideoir dĂĄ lĂonra, i dtaca le seoladh braisle nua supercomputer ar shĂĄrsheoltĂłirĂ chun malartĂș sonraĂ a bharrfheabhsĂș. Geallann an chuideachta deireadh a chur go hiomlĂĄn le fadhbanna aitheanta nasc gan sreang ar an mbealach seo. Thagair Telecom-ru, mar fhreagra ar ghearĂĄin Ăł chustaimĂ©irĂ den sĂłrt sin, i gcĂłnaĂ don easpa acmhainnĂ prĂobhĂĄideacha a leithdhĂĄiltear air, agus chuir sĂ© iarrataĂ faoi bhrĂĄid an ChoimisiĂșin um Chomhairle Chomhairleach an Speictrim LeictreamaighnĂ©adach. Ar mhaithe le cothroime, is fiĂș a thabhairt faoi deara nach bhfuil an acmhainn minicĂochta a leithdhĂĄiltear ar Telecom ach beagĂĄn nĂos lĂș nĂĄ na hacmhainnĂ a leithdhĂĄiltear ar an dĂĄ sholĂĄthraĂ is mĂł eile Neurotech agus MDT. Agus i dtĂ©armaĂ cĂłimheas an bhanda minicĂochta leithdhĂĄilte le meĂĄnlĂon na n-ĂșsĂĄideoirĂ, tĂĄ Telecom-ru i bhfad chun tosaigh ar a chuid iomaitheoirĂ, rud a lĂ©irĂonn droch-uasmhĂ©adĂș ar an acmhainn atĂĄ ar fĂĄil. TĂĄ sĂ© mar aidhm ag an sĂĄr-rĂomhaire nua deireadh a chur leis an bhfadhb fhada seo. Chomh maith leis sin, d'fhĂłgair Telecom-ru go raibh lĂĄrionad sonraĂ nua agus roinnt athsheoltĂłirĂ cumarsĂĄide tapa ĂĄ sheoladh gan mhoill. TĂĄ muinĂn ag an gcuideachta nach bhfuil cĂĄilĂocht a seirbhĂsĂ nĂos Ăsle ar aon bhealach anois nĂĄ an DĂĄ MhĂłr. Anois tĂĄ âtrĂ mhĂłrâ lĂĄn-chuimsitheach dĂ©anta i margadh na seirbhĂsĂ lĂonra, a mhaĂonn Telecom-ru. Dâaontaigh ionadaĂ na cuideachta Laura May ĂĄr gceisteanna a fhreagairt.
Rinne an blonde ard, le cineĂĄl diva glamorous Ăł rĂ© Ăłrga Hollywood, aoibh ghĂĄire go docht, rud a lĂ©irigh a ullmhacht chun aon cheisteanna a fhreagairt. BhĂ gruaig chatach ghualainn uirthi, cĂoch cuimsithĂ, agus gnĂ©ithe mĂłra nach raibh chomh foirfe. Ach d'fhĂ©ach sĂ ar an domhan le gĂĄire beag agus fiĂș dĂșshlĂĄn, agus chuir a guth hoarse maighnĂ©adas ainmhithe de chineĂĄl Ă©igin lĂ©i. BhĂ a sciorta beagĂĄn nĂos giorra agus a lipstick beagĂĄn nĂos gile nĂĄ mar a theastaigh a stĂĄdas, ach nĂ raibh imnĂ uirthi faoi ar chor ar bith agus le gach tuin chainte agus gothaĂ ba chosĂșil go spreagfadh an lucht fĂ©achana a cobhsaĂocht mhorĂĄlta a bheith in amhras, agus nach raibh sĂ ag trasnĂș an lĂne fhĂneĂĄil uair amhĂĄin. le cuibheas foirmiĂșil. Agus bhĂ na tuairiscĂ bua go hiomlĂĄn oifigiĂșil Ăł Telecom ina feidhmĂocht iontach tuar dĂłchais inti.
âSea, nuair a gheallann siad luas ceangail neamhearbtha duit ina leithĂ©id de ghuth, rithfidh gach duine nĂos tapĂșla chun comhaontĂș a tharraingt suas,â a cheap Max. - CĂ© a bhfuil a fhios aige cad atĂĄ inti i ndĂĄirĂre, cĂ©n teanga a labhraĂonn sĂ agus an bhfuil sĂ ann fiĂș? B'fhĂ©idir go bhfeiceann ĂșsĂĄideoirĂ baineanna cineĂĄl Ă©igin macho brĂșidiĂșilâ?
Idir an dĂĄ linn, d'Ă©irigh le Laura ionsaithe i gcoinne a siondacĂĄit dĂșchais.
â ...Is maith leo lipĂ©ad a chur orainn mar rud a deir go bhfuil ĂĄr gcuid seirbhĂsĂ nĂos saoire, ach go bhfuil cĂĄilĂocht agus iontaofacht nĂos Ăsle acu, agus go lĂomhnaĂtear go n-ĂșsĂĄideann muid teicneolaĂochtaĂ malartaithe lĂonra atĂĄ as dĂĄta. CĂ© go bhfuil tumoideachas iomlĂĄn agus gach cineĂĄl bunĂșsach seirbhĂsĂ curtha i bhfeidhm againn i bhfad Ăł shin, nĂor thĂĄinig roinnt fadhbanna chun cinn ach amhĂĄin mar gheall ar phlĂłdĂș ginearĂĄlta lĂonra agus sa nasc gan sreang amhĂĄin. Ach anois, tar Ă©is seoladh an sĂĄr-rĂomhaire nua, solĂĄthrĂłidh Telecom seirbhĂsĂ ardchaighdeĂĄin ar an bpraghas cĂ©anna, i bhfad nĂos Ăsle nĂĄ a chuid iomaitheoirĂ.
â Conas a thabharfĂĄ trĂĄcht ar Ă©ilimh Neurotech agus MDT faoi dhumpĂĄil ag Telecom? An bhfuil sĂ© fĂor go n-ĂșsĂĄideann Telecom ioncam Ăłna sĂłcmhainnĂ neamhlĂĄrnacha chun praghas na seirbhĂsĂ lĂonra a choinneĂĄil Ăseal?
â Tuigeann tĂș nach ionann praghas Ăseal i gcĂłnaĂ agus dumpĂĄil...
âIs duine iontach Ă© ĂĄr Telecom,â a shĂl Max go cantalach, dhĂșn sĂ© fuinneog an tsuĂmh GhrĂ©asĂĄin agus chrom sĂ© sĂos ar an tolg. â TĂĄ an oiread sin cĂșraim aige faoina chliaint, agus faoina fhostaithe freisin. Ărachas leighis, seomraĂ scĂthe, bainistĂocht gairme - gach rud ach amhĂĄin gnĂĄth-obair. Bhuel, fiĂș mura ligfidĂs mĂ© in aice leis an gcroĂlĂĄr sĂĄrsheoltĂłireachta. TĂĄim rĂ©idh le foghlaim, agus is cinnte go bhfĂ©adfainn forbairt glĂ©asanna forimeallacha a lĂĄimhseĂĄil. TĂĄ mo ĂĄit i bhforbairt, ach nĂ in oibrĂochtaĂ. NĂ haon rud Ă© go raibh mĂ© i mo ailtire cĂłrais i mbrainse MoscĂł, ach cĂ© mĂ© anseo anois? Sa ghearrthĂ©arma, is tĂșs iontach Ă© a bheith ina rĂomhchlĂĄraitheoir-optimizer den deichiĂș catagĂłir san earnĂĄil leas iomlĂĄn a bhaint as deighilt cainĂ©al, atĂĄ ina cuid den tseirbhĂs oibrĂochta lĂonra ar a seal, le gairm iontach. Is Ă© an t-aon rud a thugann dĂłchas dĂșinn go bhfuil cĂșig chatagĂłir dĂ©ag san iomlĂĄn ann do rĂomhchlĂĄraitheoirĂ a dâfhĂ©adfadh a bheith ann. Is Ă© an rud is mĂł nĂĄ cĂ©n fĂĄs gairme dizzying atĂĄ romhainn fĂłs - suas le naoi gcatagĂłir! CĂ©, tĂĄ, tĂĄ an sĂłlĂĄs an-lag. Diabhal, cĂ© mhĂ©ad is fĂ©idir leat labhairt ar an rud cĂ©annaâ!
Mionnaigh Max agus shiĂșil sĂ© isteach sa chistin i shorts a mhuintire amhĂĄin. TĂĄ sĂ© dĂșr, ar ndĂłigh, an cĂĄs cĂ©anna a athimirt i do cheann cĂ©ad uair, go hĂĄirithe nuair nach fĂ©idir aon rud a athrĂș, ach nĂ raibh Max in ann stop a chur: tharraing comhrĂĄ innĂ© le ceannaire na hearnĂĄla ina raibh air oibriĂș an brat i ndĂĄirĂre. amach as faoina chosa Mar sin, rinne sĂ© dĂospĂłireacht gan deireadh leis fĂ©in, ag suaitheadh ââagus ag cumadh argĂłintĂ nua dhochoiscthe ag baint leis agus, am i ndiaidh a chĂ©ile, ag cur brĂș ar a chĂ©ile comhraic meabhrach a ghabhĂĄil. Ar an drochuair, nĂ raibh aon Ă©ifeacht ag na buaiteanna samhailfhadĂș ar an bhfĂor-staid. Chun dhĂĄ phrĂomhcheist a fhreagairt: âcĂ© atĂĄ an milleĂĄn?â agus âcad ba cheart dom a dhĂ©anamh?â, nĂ raibh Max in ann freagra a fhĂĄil. NĂos cruinne, thĂĄinig sĂ© suas le freagra ar an gcĂ©ad cheist: a chara nua Ruslan atĂĄ an milleĂĄn ar gach rud, chroak sĂ©, bhĂ sĂ© ina brute, ba chĂłir go mbeadh a bhĂ©al fuaite suas, ach bhĂ cĂ©imeanna breise chun an cĂĄs a cheartĂș thar a bheith doilĂ©ir. .
Thuig Max, ar ndĂłigh, nach raibh an post nua ach iontas mĂthaitneamhach dĂł. NĂ dĂłcha gur socraĂodh gach rud dĂreach innĂ©. Ach bhraith sĂ© a sciar den chiontacht sa mhĂ©id a tharla. Tar Ă©is an tsaoil, fiĂș i MoscĂł nĂorbh fhĂ©idir leis aontĂș go soilĂ©ir ar an ĂĄit a dtĂłgfaĂ ar Mars Ă©. NĂor chuir an frĂĄsa gurbh fhearr a chomhfhreagrĂłdh an post dĂĄ inniĂșlachtaĂ, go beacht, srian le treallacht na seirbhĂse pearsanra. Mar sin tharlaĂonn sĂ© nach bhfuil aon rud le gearĂĄn a dhĂ©anamh faoi. Ach amhĂĄin toisc go raibh sĂ© ag iarraidh a fhĂĄil go Mars an oiread sin go raibh sĂ© rĂ©idh le haghaidh aon choinnĂollacha.
Agus innĂ©, mar a deir siad, nĂ raibh aon rud a thuar a leithĂ©id de thoradh uafĂĄsach. Thit Ruslan as a chomh-thaistealaĂ sa charrchlĂłs in aice leis an oifig lĂĄrnach, gheall sĂ© turas a eagrĂș ar ĂĄiteanna teo chathair Tula dĂĄ n-Ă©ireodh sĂ© tuirseach go tobann as suĂ i rĂ©altacht fhĂorĂșil, agus d'Ă©irigh sĂ© as ĂĄit Ă©igin eile, i bhfolach sa bhaile. bowels d'fhoirgneamh ollmhĂłr. D'fhĂ©ach Max sĂos beagĂĄn, ĂoslĂłdĂĄil sĂ© an treoirleabhar agus chuaigh sĂ© i dtreo a chinniĂșint, ag leanĂșint coinĂn cairdiĂșil i veist. Ba ghnĂ© teileachumarsĂĄide Ă©, mar a bhĂ, in ionad na dtĂĄscairĂ caighdeĂĄnacha a lasann os comhair do shrĂłn.
NĂ raibh aon deifir ar Max. Ar dtĂșs, chuaigh mĂ© go dtĂ an tseirbhĂs phearsanra, rinne mĂ© tĂĄstĂĄil DNA, rith mĂ© seiceĂĄlacha eile agus fuair mĂ© an cuntas seirbhĂse coveted - ceann de na cairĂ©id is mĂł a bhfuil cuideachtaĂ solĂĄthraithe mhealladh fostaithe. TĂĄ aon ghnĂĄth-riarthĂłir, ach le rochtain seirbhĂse, de rĂ©ir rĂ©amhshocraithe, cĂ©ad uair nĂos fuaire nĂĄ ĂșsĂĄideoir VIP a d'Ăoc go leor airgid as a tharaif. TĂĄ an domhan athraithe go mĂłr Ăł thĂĄinig an tIdirlĂon ar an bhfĂłd. Anois nĂl a fhios cad atĂĄ nĂos fearr: sonas agus ĂĄdh sa saol fĂor nĂł sa saol fĂorĂșil, toisc go bhfuil siad fite fuaite chomh dlĂșth sin go bhfuil sĂ© beagnach dodhĂ©anta iad a scaradh, chomh maith lena chinneadh cĂ© acu ceann atĂĄ nĂos fĂor. Sea, nĂ raibh suim ag an gcuid is mĂł daoine fiĂș sa saol a bhĂ ann, an saol fĂor anaithnid seo Ăł finscĂ©alta na rĂ© rĂ©amh-rĂomhaire, a raibh deacracht acu an saol a shamhlĂș gan leideanna anĂos agus aistritheoirĂ uilĂocha - saol ina gcaithfidh tĂș foghlaim eachtrannach. teangacha agus iarr ar dhaoine atĂĄ ag dul thart treoracha chuig an leabharlann. NĂ raibh mĂłrĂĄn fonn orthu foghlaim conas priontĂĄil. CĂ©n fĂĄth, mĂĄs fĂ©idir tĂ©acs ar bith a labhairt, agus i bhfianaise an dul chun cinn is dĂ©anaĂ sa nĂ©ar-theicneolaĂocht, is fĂ©idir Ă© a lĂ©amh go dĂreach, trĂ orduithe meabhrach.
BhĂ roinnt bac le cuntas seirbhĂse Max; ba ghĂĄ an seanchĂłras oibriĂșchĂĄin ar a shlis a athshuiteĂĄil, ach rĂ©itĂodh an fhadhb go measartha tapa. Rinne an bainisteoir aghaidh agus Ă© ag fĂ©achaint ar a thaifead leighis, rud a lĂ©irigh mĂșnla sliseanna a bhĂ as dĂĄta go soilĂ©ir ag caighdeĂĄin Martian, ach fĂłs d'eisigh sĂ© atreorĂș chun an cĂłras a athshuiteĂĄil ag an ionad leighis corparĂĄideach. Ansin bhĂ an tseirbhĂs shĂłisialta ann, ĂĄit ar cuireadh in iĂșl go bĂ©asach do Max go solĂĄthraĂonn Telecom, ar ndĂłigh, tithĂocht oifigiĂșil dâaon fhostaĂ, ach nach ndĂ©anann bunĂșs eachtrannach, nĂł imthosca ar bith eile difear ar dhĂłigh ar bith don solĂĄthar: is Ă© seo polasaĂ na cuideachta. Go ginearĂĄlta, dhiĂșltaigh Max seomra beag bĂdeach saor in aisce sa chrios tionsclaĂoch GĂĄma agus chinn sĂ© socrĂș i dteach ar cĂos i gceantar nĂos rĂ©asĂșnta. Mar sin, le huaisle maisiĂșil, thug sĂ© cuairt ar roinnt aonad eile, cuid acu san fheoil, agus cuid eile mar thaibhse fĂorĂșil, ag lĂonadh foirmeacha Ă©agsĂșla ar an mbealach, nĂł ag fĂĄil treoracha. A bhuĂ le cur i gcrĂch rathĂșil na dtiomnachtaĂ Ă©asca sin, bhĂ Max ar a suaimhneas go hiomlĂĄn agus chuaigh sĂ© i ngleic le pointe deiridh a thurais - oifig an bhainisteora - agus Ă© bogĂĄsach muinĂneach. D'Ă©irigh leis an oifig a bheith feistithe le bithshlĂĄndĂĄil tromchĂșiseach: in ionad beannachta dea-bhĂ©asach, bhĂ cithfholcadh fuar dĂfhabhtĂĄin ag fanacht linn ag an aerghlas.
BhĂ ĂșinĂ©ir na hoifige, Albert Bonford, ina Martian fĂor i gciall iomlĂĄn an fhocail. Is lĂ©ir nĂĄr leag a chos cos ar an Domhan pheacach: gan amhras bheadh ââan gnĂĄth-dhomhantarraingt briste ar an gcrĂ©atĂșr sobhriste seo mar giolcach. Ard, geal agus gruaig thuartha air, chaith sĂ© culaith liathroic le carbhat Ă©adrom. BhĂ sĂșile an Martian mĂłr, dorcha, le irises beagnach do-aitheanta, de rĂ©ir an dĂșlra nĂł a bhuĂochas sin do lionsaĂ tadhaill. BhĂ sĂ© ag reclining i cathaoir domhain le rothaĂ mĂłtair agus go leor de chĂłnaisc, tĂĄblaĂ fillte agus fiĂș lĂĄmh fada le manipulator gobadh amach as a chĂșl. Is cosĂșil go bhfuil na Segways geallta imithe as faisean. Mar gheall ar phaisean soilĂ©ir an Martian as na hĂ©achtaĂ is dĂ©anaĂ de chibearnetics a shealbhĂș, cruthaĂodh trĂ©ad iomlĂĄn de rĂłbait eitilte timpeall a phearsa. BhĂ siad ag gluaiseacht leanĂșnach agus winked brĂoch le soilse LED. Rinne siad tae agus caife do chuairteoirĂ, chroith siad specks deannaigh Ăłn ĂșinĂ©ir, agus go simplĂ beocht an t-atmaisfĂ©ar sa seomra.
âBeannachtaĂ, Maxim,â a chlĂłscrĂobh an Martian sa teachtaire oscailte, gan a cheann a iompĂș chuig an nĂșĂosach agus gan a chuid gnĂșise a athrĂș. âBeidh mĂ© saor i gceann cĂșpla bomaite.â Tar isteach, suigh sĂos." Tharraing cathaoir den chineĂĄl cĂ©anna suas go Max, ach gan cloigĂnĂ agus feadĂłga gan ghĂĄ. âCeart go leor,â a chlĂłscrĂobh Max mar fhreagra agus ar chĂșis Ă©igin arĂs agus arĂs eile a chuid cainte gan bhrĂ amach os ard, de rĂ©ir dealraimh as sceitimĂnĂ. Go deimhin, sna chĂ©ad nĂłimĂ©ad sin, nuair a chonaic sĂ© Martian beo, bhĂ an-imnĂ air. NĂ hea, nĂ seineafĂłb a bhĂ i Max agus shĂl sĂ© go raibh sĂ© neamhshuimiĂșil ar fad faoi chuma daoine eile. Ach, mar a dâĂ©irigh sĂ© amach, bhain sĂ© seo le daoine go heisiach, bĂodh go raibh siad fiĂș punks nĂł goths stinking, ach is ĂĄbhar go hiomlĂĄn difriĂșil Ă© cumarsĂĄid a dhĂ©anamh le crĂ©atĂșir antrapamorfacha nach bhfuil an-chosĂșil leatsa. âIs fĂor-nĂ©arfhear thĂș,â a cheap Max ansin, agus Ă© deacair ag slogadh an chnapshuim thirim ina scornach. âAmĂĄrach clĂĄrĂłidh mĂ© don seomra aclaĂochta agus Ădeoidh mĂ© mĂ© fĂ©in ansin go dtĂ go gcaillfidh mĂ© mo chuisle,â a gheall sĂ© dĂł fĂ©in in uafĂĄs, ag faire ar ghluaiseachtaĂ Ă©anacha cloigeann an Martian, agus Ă© suite ar mhuineĂĄl fada tanaĂ. Mhothaigh Max ag an nĂłimĂ©ad go fisiciĂșil an chaoi a raibh cailciam ĂĄ nĂ as a chnĂĄmha, agus bhĂ siad ag Ă©irĂ brittle, cosĂșil le craobhĂłga tirime. Agus nĂor theastaigh Ăł Max oibriĂș faoi cheannas crĂ©atĂșr den sĂłrt sin a thuilleadh. Ar chĂșis Ă©igin nĂor thaitin an boss nua leis lĂĄithreach, Ăłn gcĂ©ad litir chlĂłite, mar a dĂ©arfĂĄ.
Chomh maith le trĂ©ad rĂłbait srĂłnach agus Albert, bhĂ bord liath scĂĄthĂĄn-snasta, cathaoireacha uilleacha agus dhĂĄ uisceadĂĄn a tĂłgadh isteach i mballaĂ eile sa seomra freisin. In aon uisceadĂĄn amhĂĄin, dâoscail roinnt iasc mĂłr geal a mbĂ©al go soothingly agus thonn siad a n-eitĂ agus dâfhĂ©ach sĂ© le hiontas ar an mballa os coinne, ĂĄit ar taobh thiar de ghloine dhĂșbailte tiubh, i ndabhach meatĂĄn leachtach, thĂĄinig crith ar choilĂneachtaĂ polyps Ăł TĂotĂĄn ar nĂłs an ghrĂ©asĂĄin. CĂșpla nĂłimĂ©ad ina dhiaidh sin, dhĂșisigh Albert, agus fuair a shĂșile a gcuid irises arĂs, rud a chuir nĂos mĂł faitĂos ar Max.
âMar sin, Maxim, tĂĄ ĂĄthas orm fĂĄilte a chur roimh earnĂĄil 038-113 mar fhostaĂ nua,â nĂor chuir dea-bhĂ©asacht neamhbheo an Martian isteach air ar chor ar bith. âCuireadh in iĂșl dom freisin go bhfuil fadhb bheag le do nĂ©archip.â
âĂ, gan fadhb ar bith, a Albert,â dâfhreagair Max go tapa. - DĂ©anfaidh mĂ© an cĂłras oibriĂșchĂĄin a athshuiteĂĄil laistigh den tseachtain seo chugainn.
- NĂl an fhadhb san ais, ach sa sliseanna fĂ©in. TĂĄ ceanglais fhoirmiĂșla ĂĄirithe ag gach post i m'earnĂĄil, lena n-ĂĄirĂtear saintrĂ©ithe sliseanna. Ar an drochuair, nĂ fĂ©idir leat ach iarratas a dhĂ©anamh ar phost rĂomhchlĂĄraitheoir-optimizer den deichiĂș catagĂłir.
- Ăileamh? â D'fhiafraigh Max le mearbhall.
- Glacfar isteach ar an bhfoireann ar deireadh thĂș tar Ă©is duit an trĂ©imhse phromhaidh a chrĂochnĂș agus an scrĂșdĂș cĂĄilĂochta a dhĂ©anamh.
- Ach bhĂ mĂ© ag brath ar sheasamh an fhorbrĂłra... Is dĂłichĂ gur ailtire cĂłrais fiĂș... Sin an rud a raibh an chuma air go n-aontaĂomar i MoscĂł.
- CĂłras ailtire? - ar Ă©igean a d'fhĂ©adfadh an Martian a aoibh ghĂĄire magadh. â Nach bhfuil staidĂ©ar dĂ©anta agat ar na treoracha seirbhĂse fĂłs? NĂ dhĂ©anann m'earnĂĄil obair thionscadail mar sin. Bainfidh do chuid oibre le bunachair shonraĂ agus le lĂonraĂ nĂ©arĂșla a oiliĂșint.
Thosaigh Max ag scaipeadh go fiabhrasach trà na doiciméid a bhà faighte aige.
- Earnåil optamaithe deighilte cainéal?
Chuaigh Max ina chathaoir, agus thosaigh sĂ© ag Ă©irĂ an-neirbhĂseach. âAgus, bhuel, is amadĂĄn mĂ© agus nĂor thuig mĂ© fiĂș cad a bhĂ i bhfolach taobh thiar de lĂon gan aghaidh na hearnĂĄla ar cuireadh chuici mĂ©.â
- Is dĂłcha go bhfuil botĂșn de chineĂĄl Ă©igin anseo ...
â NĂ dhĂ©antar dul amĂș ar an tseirbhĂs pearsanra i nithe den sĂłrt sin.
- Ach i MoscĂł ...
â Is Ă an oifig lĂĄrnach a dhĂ©anann an cinneadh deiridh i gcĂłnaĂ. NĂĄ bĂ buartha, tĂĄ an post seo oiriĂșnach go maith do do chĂĄilĂochtaĂ. Tugtar trĂ©imhse phromhaidh trĂ mhĂ duit freisin le haghaidh athoiliĂșint, ansin scrĂșdĂș. I mo thuairimse, i bhfianaise na moltaĂ den scoth, is fĂ©idir leat Ă© a dhĂ©anamh nĂos tapĂșla. Is Ă an fhadhb leis an sliseanna freisin solvable go hiomlĂĄn.
âIs Ă an fhadhb leis an tslis an chuid is lĂș de mo imnĂ anois.â
âTĂĄ sĂ© sin go hiontach,â bhĂ an ĂorĂłin de rĂ©ir dealraimh, cosĂșil le mothĂșchĂĄin dĂșr eile, coimhthĂoch don Martian. â TĂ©ann tĂș ag obair an lĂĄ i ndiaidh lae amĂĄrach, tĂĄ na treoracha go lĂ©ir trĂ rĂomhphost oibre. MĂĄ tĂĄ aon cheist agat, is fĂ©idir leat teagmhĂĄil a dhĂ©anamh leis an tseirbhĂs pearsanra. Gabh mo leithscĂ©al anois, tĂĄ go leor le dĂ©anamh agam.
MhĂșch an Martian arĂs, rud a dâfhĂĄg go raibh Max go hiomlĂĄn bewildered. Shuigh sĂ© beagĂĄn nĂos faide os comhair an choirp gan gluaiseacht de chuid ceannairĂ, iarracht a rĂĄ rud Ă©igin cosĂșil le: "Impigh do logh, ach...", ach nĂ raibh aon imoibriĂș a bhaint amach. Agus, ag clenching a fhiacla go dtĂ an pointe gnashing, shiĂșil sĂ© amach.
âSea, tĂĄ na Martians go lĂ©ir liars. Agus cad a d'fhĂ©adfaĂ a dhĂ©anamh i gcĂĄs den sĂłrt sin? â Chuir Max ceist air fĂ©in arĂs, Ă© ina shuĂ sa chistin bheag agus ag sileadh tae a raibh blas sintĂ©iseach air. - Ar ndĂłigh, rud ar bith go hĂĄirithe, bhĂ mĂ© dĂreach tar Ă©is nach bhfuil a scĂth a ligean Ăłn tĂșs. TĂĄ sĂ© nĂos substaintiĂșla a bheith ag caint ar na coinnĂollacha go lĂ©ir ar ais i MoscĂł, agus gan suĂ ag sraothartach mar chaochadĂĄn SĂneach le lĂșchĂĄir go bhfuil mĂ© ĂĄ sheoladh go Mars. Ach ar an lĂĄimh eile, bheadh ââââsiad iompaithe suas mĂ© ceart ansin. Bhuel, ansin chuaigh mĂ© go dtĂ an tseirbhĂs pearsanra agus cad Ă©? Chuir an bainisteoir chugam dĂreach chomh mĂșinte, ag rĂĄ nach bhfuil sĂ© Ășdaraithe saincheisteanna den sĂłrt sin a rĂ©iteach, ach is fĂ©idir liom i gcĂłnaĂ iarratas a fhĂĄgĂĄil ag an mbainistĂocht shinsearach agus cinnte go ndĂ©anfaidh siad teagmhĂĄil liom. Bhuel, is ea, is gearr go gcuirfidh siad glaoch orm, a rĂĄ go raibh mĂthuiscint an-chorraithe ann agus ceapfaidh siad mĂ© mar ailtire cĂłrais le haghaidh roinnt sĂĄr-rĂomhaire nua. Go ginearĂĄlta, dictates loighic soilĂ©ir go i gcĂĄs den sĂłrt sin is fĂ©idir liom ach slam an doras agus a fhĂĄgĂĄil Telecom. Agus ciallaĂonn sĂ© seo, is dĂłcha, go mbeidh orainn dearmad a dhĂ©anamh ar Mars go deo. NĂ dĂłcha, mar gheall ar na rialacha draganta ĂĄitiĂșla, go bhfaighidh mĂ© post eile anseo.â Ach nuair a smaoinigh sĂ© ar an deis a thabhairt suas chun cĂłnaĂ ar Mhars bhĂ an oiread sin dĂomĂĄ ar Max gur scaoil sĂ© le brothall salach Ă©. âMar sin nĂl aon rogha ann, caithfidh tĂș teacht i ngleic leis an mĂ©id atĂĄ agat. Sa deireadh, bheadh ââââduine nach bhfuil chomh scrupallach greim sĂĄsta ar aon phost i Telecom. NĂl sĂ© chomh dona sin, brisfimid trĂd." Chlaon Max go brĂłnach arĂs agus chuaigh sĂ© ag rĂ©iteach na rudaĂ a bhĂ ag ithe go hiomlĂĄn suas an spĂĄs beag san ĂĄrasĂĄn.
Chuir teachtaireacht Ăł Masha isteach air Ăłna chuid oibre tĂ. "Haigh! FĂłs fĂ©in, is mĂłr an trua gur fhĂĄg tĂș. NĂos cruinne, tĂĄim an-sĂĄsta go raibh tĂș in ann post a fhĂĄil i Tula, ach is mĂłr an trua gur fhĂĄg tĂș gan mĂ©. Inis dom le do thoil conas atĂĄ ag Ă©irĂ leat ag an obair, tĂĄ sĂșil agam go bhfuil gach rud go breĂĄ? Conas atĂĄ na bosses? An bhfuil cuma ar na Martians fĂor mar a dĂșirt do sheanmhĂĄthair leat: pale, tanaĂ, le gruaig tanaĂ agus cuma damhĂĄin alla ollmhĂłr faoi thalamh? Just a kidding, is eol gur mhaith le do sheanmhĂĄthair brĂ©ag. Ach le do thoil, fĂłs ag ithe cailciam agus tĂ©igh go dtĂ an seomra aclaĂochta, nĂł tĂĄ eagla orm go bhfaighidh mĂ© rud Ă©igin as scĂ©alta mo sheanmhĂĄthair nuair a shroichfidh mĂ© sĂ© mhĂ.
Gheall tĂș go bhfaighidh tĂș amach lĂĄithreach Ăł Telecom faoi vĂosa sealadach dom. Thiocfainn ar feadh cĂșpla seachtain ar a laghad, tĂĄ a fhios agam go bhfuil ticĂ©id costasach, ach cad is fĂ©idir liom a dhĂ©anamh: ba mhaith liom freisin an chathair iontach seo de Tule a fheiceĂĄil. TĂĄ na doicimĂ©id bailithe agam cheana fĂ©in, gan fadhb ar bith, nĂl fĂĄgtha ach an cuireadh. BâfhĂ©idir go bhfuil sĂ© nĂos fearr fĂłs teacht ar phacĂĄiste turasĂłireachta de chineĂĄl Ă©igin, in ainneoin go bhfuil siad an-chostasach? NĂł b'fhĂ©idir nach bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh orm teacht nĂos mĂł. Seans go bhfuair tĂș cailĂn Martian, nĂ haon rud Ă© go raibh tĂș chomh tarraingthe sin chuig an bplĂĄinĂ©ad seo. TĂĄ mĂ© ag magadh, ar ndĂłigh."
âĂ, chuir an anchĂșinse seo lena chuid uisceadĂĄin agus cathaoireacha an oiread sin isteach orm go ndearna mĂ© dearmad fiĂș faoi chuireadh Mashino,â a cheap Max go brĂłnach.
âSa bhaile, tĂĄ gach rud go breĂĄ, chonaic mĂ© do mhĂĄthair. An deireadh seachtaine seo beidh mĂ© ag dul go dtĂ an dacha chun cabhrĂș le mo thuismitheoirĂ. Chomh maith leis sin, nuair a bhĂ mĂ© ag glanadh suas, bhain mĂ© de thaisme le ceann de do chuid long, an ceann is slĂĄintiĂșla, nĂ cuimhin liom cad a thugtar air, ach nĂor bhris mĂ© rud ar bith, sheiceĂĄil mĂ©. Agus go ginearĂĄlta, tĂĄ sĂ© thar am na brĂ©agĂĄin seo a thabhairt ĂĄit Ă©igin go dtĂ an gharĂĄiste, nĂ ghlacann siad ach spĂĄs."
âMo Lochlannach, ach nĂ hĂ© seo! NĂor bhris sĂ aon rud, shĂl Max go tuisceanach. âMar sin chreid mĂ© Ă©, ach go bunĂșsach nĂ thabharfaidh tĂș faoi deara mĂĄ bhriseann tĂș rud Ă©igin sa mhĂșnla.â D'iarr mĂ© ort gan teagmhĂĄil a dhĂ©anamh leis, an bhfuil sĂ© chomh deacair sin?"
âBa mhaith liom a fhĂĄil amach cĂ©n chaoi a bhfuil sĂ© ar intinn agat spraoi a bheith agat i do chuid ama saor Ăłn obair? Caithfidh go bhfuil an oiread sin ĂĄiteanna fionnuara ar Mars, seol tuilleadh post chugam le do thoil, nĂł nĂl na tĂrdhreacha fĂĄsaigh seo go hiontach ar bhealach Ă©igin.
TĂĄ mĂ© ag fanacht, tĂĄ sĂșil agam, leat chun mĂ© a thabhairt go Mars. Agus, le bheith macĂĄnta, tĂĄ teachtaireachtaĂ, ar ndĂłigh, fionnuar, ach tĂĄ cumarsĂĄid tapa nĂos fearr fĂłs. B'fhĂ©idir gur fĂ©idir linn a forc amach roinnt airgid? TĂĄ go leor airgid ĂĄ thuilleamh agat anois ar Telecom.
NĂł bâfhĂ©idir go rachaimid go PĂĄras ĂĄit Ă©igin, huh? Chun aisling faoi chathair Tula, caithfidh tĂș a bheith cosĂșil leatsa. Ba mhaith liom, Max, rud Ă©igin nĂos simplĂ: Montmartre ann, an TĂșr Eiffel agus oĂcheanta te, ciĂșine i mbialann bheag. Go hionraic nĂ thuigim i ndĂĄirĂre conas a mhairfimid ar an Mars seo. Ann, is dĂłcha nach mbeidh tĂș in ann siĂșl lĂĄmh ar lĂĄimh sa phĂĄirc fiĂș; nĂl pĂĄirceanna ar bith ann fiĂș. Agus nĂ bheidh meas agat ar na rĂ©altaĂ, nĂł ar an ghealach lĂĄn, gan grĂĄ. Go ginearĂĄlta... nĂor chĂłir dom a bheith tosaithe ar seo arĂs, tĂĄ gach rud socraithe cheana fĂ©in.
NĂl a fhios agam cad eile le labhairt faoi, nĂ tharlaĂonn aon rud speisialta sa bhaile, nĂl ann ach leadrĂĄn agus gnĂĄthamh. Ă sea, mura raibh meas agat ar mo chuid iarrachtaĂ leis an litir, ansin bâfhĂ©idir go mbeidh meas agat ar mo chuid fo-Ă©adaĂ nua sa dara comhad. Bhuel, sin Ă©, slĂĄn. Smaoinigh ar nasc tapa, le do thoil."
âCheannaigh sĂ fo-Ă©adaĂ, tĂĄ sĂșil agam go heisiach domsa,â bhĂ Max fainiciĂșil. âAgus i ndĂĄirĂre, cĂ©n fĂĄth a ndeachaigh mĂ© i lĂ©ig, ag fĂĄgĂĄil gach rud i mo dhiaidh?â NĂ fada a mhairfidh ĂĄr gcaidreamh mar seo. Agus tĂĄ pĂĄirceanna, rĂ©altaĂ agus cosĂĄn gealaĂ ar dhromchla scĂĄthĂĄin an uisce ar fĂĄil anseo, ach tĂĄ siad beagĂĄn fĂorĂșil. â
Sea, is annamh a bhĂonn rudaĂ neamhaithnidiĂșla mar a shamhlaĂmid iad. BhĂ a fhios ag Max nach raibh aon cheartas ar domhan agus go raibh corparĂĄidĂ saibhir, cumhachtacha ag dĂ©anamh treallacha, ach nĂ raibh sĂ© ag sĂșil Ăł chroĂ le bheith ina n-Ăospartach ar an treallamh.
BhĂ a fhios ag Max nach raibh an tseirbhĂs comhshaoil ââMartian le cur i gcĂ©ill leis, ach nĂ fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© a shamhlĂș den sĂłrt sin totalitarianism Ă©iceolaĂoch. NĂ fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© ach an chuid is mĂł de na hĂ©adaĂ a thug sĂ© leis sa bhaile a thaispeĂĄint os comhair an scĂĄthĂĄin; nĂor chomhlĂon siad na ceanglais ĂĄitiĂșla maidir le cruthĂș deannaigh, agus nĂor lig aerghlas a theach dĂłibh dul lasmuigh. Agus chuirfeadh na brathadĂłirĂ a cuireadh isteach sa gheata cosc ââar aon duine drugaĂ mĂdhleathacha, airm nĂł ainmhithe a iompar, agus thabharfadh siad tuairisc go huathoibrĂoch ar shĂĄruithe dĂĄ leithĂ©id do na pĂłilĂnĂ. Ina theannta sin, thuairiscigh âdearthĂĄir mĂłrâ don tseirbhĂs ĂĄrachais mĂĄ thĂĄinig duine abhaile ar meisce drugaĂ nĂł alcĂłil, nĂł mĂĄ bhĂ sĂ© tinn. Ar ndĂłigh, nĂ raibh aon phionĂłis ann, ach cuireadh na cĂĄsanna seo go lĂ©ir isteach go nĂ©ata sa stair phearsanta agus d'fhĂĄs praghas an ĂĄrachais go mall. D'Ă©irigh an "teach cliste" Martian amach a bheith nĂos measa nĂĄ an bhean is grumpy.
BhĂ a fhios ag Max go raibh an saol i Tula daor. Blaiseadh bia saor in vitro ar nĂłs an mhĂșirĂn cothaitheach a dâfhĂĄs sĂ© air, agus bhĂ fĂor-bhia thar a bheith costasach. TĂĄ tithĂocht, fĂłntais, iompar agus ocsaigin a thugann beatha an-chostasach. Ach chreid Max go ndĂ©anfaĂ na costais mhĂ©adaithe a chĂșiteamh nĂos mĂł nĂĄ a thuarastal le Telecom. Ach tharla sĂ© sin go raibh an tuarastal nĂos lĂș nĂĄ mar a gealladh, agus bhĂ an saol nĂos costasaĂ. Caitheadh ââan chuid is mĂł den airgead lĂĄithreach ar ĂĄrachas, taraifĂ, ĂocaĂocht le haghaidh ĂĄrasĂĄn beag bĂdeach fiche mĂ©adar, agus nĂ raibh aon chaint fiĂș faoi ghluaisteĂĄn a cheannach nĂł rud ar bith a shĂĄbhĂĄil i ndĂĄirĂre.
BhĂ a fhios ag Max go raibh an rĂ©altacht fhĂorĂșil cosĂșil le reiligiĂșn nua, ach nĂ raibh aon smaoineamh aige cĂ© chomh mĂłr agus a bhĂonn smaointe agus mianta uile ĂĄitritheoirĂ na Martian timpeall ar ais fhĂorĂșil. Agus in ĂĄrasĂĄn beag bĂdeach Max, bhĂ limistĂ©ar suntasach ag an altĂłir seo de chult nua-Ăditheach - bithbhath don tumoideachas iomlĂĄn. Is Ă© Biovanna ar Mars lĂĄr na cruinne, fĂłcas brĂ na beatha, an geata chuig saol eile, ĂĄit a ndĂ©anann orcs defeat elves, impireachtaĂ a thiteann agus a rugadh arĂs, is breĂĄ leo, is fuath leo, sĂĄraĂonn siad agus cailleann siad gach rud. TĂĄ saol fĂor ann anois, agus taobh amuigh tĂĄ ionadaĂ faded. Ă, foinse plĂ©isiĂșir unearthly, tĂĄ an teagmhĂĄil le do thaobh miotail fionnuar, cosĂșil le scornach sa bhfĂĄsach, ag fanacht le dĂoltĂłirĂ iomadĂșla, tĂłgĂĄlaithe, mianadĂłirĂ, gardaĂ slĂĄndĂĄla, mnĂĄ agus leanaĂ traochta i scoileanna agus in ionaid oibre. FĂ©achann siad suas, lĂĄn le cumha, go dtĂ an ĂĄit ar cheart an spĂ©ir a bheith agus guĂ ar na deities Martian le haghaidh deireadh tapa an t-aistriĂș. I gcĂĄs roinnt, is coimplĂ©asc costasach casta Ă© biobath le thermoregulation, hidromassage, IVs agus trealamh leighis, rud a ligeann duit seachtainĂ agus mĂonna a chaitheamh ann. DĂ©anann cuid acu an mĂ©id sin i ndĂĄirĂre: caitheann siad a saolta fĂĄsta ar fad ag snĂĄmh i dtuaslagĂĄn salanda, toisc gur cheadaigh formhĂłr na ngairmeacha intleachtĂșla oibriĂș go cianda le fada. Sea, cad is fĂ©idir liom a rĂĄ, is fĂ©idir leat pĂłsadh agus, i bprionsabal, fiĂș leanaĂ a bheith agat beagnach gan dul lasmuigh. Beirt chĂ©ile ag maothĂș i bhfleascĂĄin os coinne a chĂ©ile - teaghlach idĂ©alach Martian. I gcĂĄs duine nach bhfuil chomh eolach ar luachanna fĂorĂșla, is Ă©ard atĂĄ i biobath i ndĂĄirĂre ach bathtub a lĂonadh le leacht te le masc ocsaigine agus cĂșpla braiteoir simplĂ. Ach bhĂ sĂ© fĂor ag gach duine, gan Ă© nĂl aon saol ar Mars. I gcĂĄs Max, mar gheall ar an nĂ©archip atĂĄ imithe i lĂ©ig, bhĂ an trealamh seo dĂomhaoin den chuid is mĂł. DĂĄ bhrĂ sin, is minic a bhĂ go leor ama saor aige, rud a d'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© a bheith caite ar rud Ă©igin ĂșsĂĄideach, ach de ghnĂĄth nĂor chaith sĂ©.
TĂĄ beagnach dhĂĄ mhĂ caite Ăł thĂĄinig Max go Tule. DâathshuiteĂĄil sĂ© an cĂłras oibriĂșchĂĄin ar an tslis, fuair sĂ© cuntas seirbhĂse iomlĂĄn agus rochtain orĂĄiste ar lĂonraĂ inmheĂĄnacha Telecom. De rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile chuaigh a shaol isteach i saol laethĂșil liath, aondĂłnach. AlĂĄram. Cistin. SrĂĄid. Post. CĂ© nach raibh ceathrĂș cĂ©ad caite fĂłs, bhĂ an mothĂș leanĂșnach ann go raibh an timthriall ĂĄ athdhĂ©anamh fĂ©in agus go n-athdhĂ©anfadh sĂ© Ă© fĂ©in go deo.
Rinne sĂ© iarracht litreacha a sheoladh go rialta chuig a mhĂĄthair, agus rinne sĂ© cumarsĂĄid lĂ©i trĂ nasc tapa. BhĂ Mam ina suĂ sa chistin nua-athchĂłirithe. Faoina cosa, rinne an rĂłbat glantachĂĄin, glĂ©asta i gcĂĄs turtar suairc, Ăonghlan mar theach, agus bhuail an chĂ©ad stoirm sneachta den bhliain trĂd an bhfuinneog dhorcha. Thosaigh an comhrĂĄ go ciĂșin agus go sĂochĂĄnta le ceisteanna frithphĂĄirteacha faoin saol, ansin rinne Max iarracht a fhĂĄil amach go neamhfheiceĂĄlach cad a tharla le linn a chĂ©ad turas go Mars ina Ăłige i bhfad i gcĂ©in. Le tamall anuas anois, bhĂ smaointe faoi cad a spreag Ă© chun iarracht a dhĂ©anamh go dtĂ seo an-obsessive. Is dĂłcha nach raibh mĂłrĂĄn ama ann chun smaoineamh air roimhe seo. Ach ar Mars, go paradacsach, fuair mĂ© an t-am agus an fonn chun dul isteach i mo choiligh. Thuig Max nach raibh aon chuimhnĂ Ăłige aige roimh an turas seo, ach roinnt blĂșirĂ, cĂ© go raibh sĂ© deich mbliana dâaois. Agus is beag nĂĄr chuimhnigh sĂ© ar an turas fĂ©in - nĂ raibh ann ach blĂșirĂ. Ach ina dhiaidh sin tĂĄ pictiĂșir gheala shainiĂșla cheana fĂ©in de ina shuĂ ar mhĂșnlaĂ barrĂłg urlĂĄir de rovers Mars. Amhail is dĂĄ mba roimhe seo, bhĂ buachaill ĂĄirithe Ă©agruthach, neamhshuntasach ina chĂłnaĂ ina chorp, agus ansin thĂĄinig leanbh eile le feiceĂĄil go tobann, a raibh righneas go hiomlĂĄn neamhleanbh aige chun sprioc iomlĂĄn neamhleanbh a bhaint amach. Agus anois, ar thrĂĄthnĂłnta fada, leadrĂĄnach, rinne Max iarracht an seanbhuachaill sin a aimsiĂș, lena ghnĂĄthdhineasĂĄir, a chlaochladĂĄin agus a bhrĂ©agĂĄin rĂomhaire. Rinne sĂ© iarracht agus theip air, d'imigh sĂ© mar dheatach tine le breacadh an lae. Mar fhreagra ar cheisteanna Max, nĂor shlog Mam ach a gualainn in aimhrĂ©idh agus dâfhreagair sĂ go raibh cuma leadrĂĄnach agus neamhshuimiĂșil ar na cathracha faoi thalamh, cosĂșil leis an turas ar fad. Agus go ginearĂĄlta, bheadh ââââsĂ© nĂos fearr dĂĄ dtiocfadh Max abhaile, post nĂos simplĂ a fhĂĄil agus tĂșs a chur le "tĂĄirgeadh" le Masha agus a leanaĂ fĂ©in a thĂłgĂĄil.
Ar ndĂłigh nĂor thaitin a phost nua le Max le Telecom. NĂ raibh aon rĂomhchlĂĄrĂș fĂor ina ghnĂomhaĂochtaĂ reatha: bailiĂș monotonous de bhunachar sonraĂ agus oiliĂșint lĂonra nĂ©arĂșil a uasmhĂ©adĂș ualach agus trĂĄcht i rĂ©imse ĂĄirithe. Sa chĂ©ad seachtain ina ĂĄit nua, bhĂ taithĂ iomlĂĄn ag Max ar cad a bhĂ i gceist le bheith ina chogĂĄn sa chĂłras agus mar aguisĂn lena nĂ©archip. CĂșig mhĂle rĂomhchlĂĄraitheoir san earnĂĄil leas iomlĂĄn a bhaint amhĂĄin, pacĂĄilte go docht, cosĂșil le leathsheoltĂłirĂ isteach i gcriostail, isteach i hallaĂ fada atĂĄ lĂneĂĄilte le crĂochfoirt chun rochtain a fhĂĄil ar an ngrĂ©asĂĄn inmheĂĄnach. NĂ raibh sa lĂonra nĂ©archĂłras agus sa bhunachar sonraĂ lenar oibrigh sĂ© ach cuid bheag de chĂłras bainistĂochta saolrĂ© an fhorrĂomhrĂomhaire. NĂ raibh a fhios ag Max conas a dâoibrigh an chuid eile den chĂłras. NĂ raibh ach feidhmiĂșlacht theoranta ar fĂĄil dĂł faoi chuimsiĂș a inniĂșlachta measartha, agus fiĂș ansin i leagan oiliĂșna amhĂĄin. Leagadh amach sraith de na cĂĄsanna agus na roghanna go lĂ©ir a dâfhĂ©adfadh a bheith ann maidir le freagairt dĂłibh i mionchuntas poist, agus bhĂ cosc ââiomlĂĄn air imeacht uathu. Ba Ă© prĂomhthasc Max staidĂ©ar a dhĂ©anamh ar na treoracha sna trĂ mhĂ amach romhainn. BhĂ gach bainisteoir agus beagnach gach speisialtĂłir tosaigh san earnĂĄil leas iomlĂĄn a bhaint Martians go hiomlĂĄn Ăon, gan aon admixtures earthly, a spreag Max smaointe brĂłnach faoi a ionchais gairme amach anseo. Ar ndĂłigh, bhĂ Max ag ullmhĂș don scrĂșdĂș a bhĂ le teacht. Rinne sĂ© na treoracha a mheabhrĂș go hĂ©asca beagnach focal ar fhocal; nĂ fhaca sĂ© aon rud casta iontu agus bhĂ sĂ© cinnte go bhfĂ©adfadh aon teicneoir meĂĄnchĂĄilithe rudaĂ den sĂłrt sin a lĂĄimhseĂĄil. Ach dâfhan mĂ© fĂłs leis an scrĂșdĂș le faitĂos agus le nĂ©arĂłg, eagla orm go bhfaighfinn cleasanna salacha Ăłn bhfostĂłir.
Dâfhoghlaim Max freisin go bhfuil ĂĄitritheoirĂ uile Mhars, idir dhĂșchasach agus iad siĂșd Ăł phlĂĄinĂ©id eile, chomh maith le cloĂ le haon solĂĄthraĂ lĂonra, roinnte ina dhĂĄ ghrĂșpa mĂłr: âcĂłgaiseoirĂâ - iad siĂșd ar mhaith leo prĂłiseĂĄlaithe mĂłilĂneacha a choinneĂĄil ina gceann, agus âleictreonaicâ, faoi seach, lucht leanĂșna gairis leathsheoltĂłra. BhĂ an dĂĄ ghrĂșpa i gcogadh naofa leanĂșnach a raibh sceallĂłga nĂos fearr. BhĂ M-sliseanna comhthĂĄite nĂos fearr in orgĂĄnach beo, agus bhĂ sliseanna leathsheoltĂłra nĂos versatile agus tĂĄirgiĂșla. Ba âcheimiceoir tipiciĂșilâ Ă© ceannaire na hearnĂĄla barrfheabhsaithe, Albert Bonford, agus Ă© ag sĂșil go mĂłr le glaineacht agus scaoll nuair a aimsĂtear aon mhĂłilĂn coigrĂche san aer mĂłrthimpeall. Agus nĂ raibh na "leictreonaic" nĂos lĂș i gcoibhneas le cosaint leictreastatach, agus iad ag eagla go n-Ă©ireodh le duine Ă©igin a raibh an iomarca diĂșltach nĂł luchtaithe deimhneach acu briseadh sĂos ina n-inchinn scannĂĄn tanaĂ. Timpeallaithe poitigĂ©irĂ iad fĂ©in le swarms de brathadĂłirĂ rĂłbataic, agus speisialtĂłirĂ leictreonaic ianaithe an t-aer timpeall orthu, chaitheamh Ă©adaĂ seoltaĂ leictreach speisialta agus brĂĄislĂ©id cosanta fhrithstatach. BhĂ eagla ar an mbeirt roimh theagmhĂĄil fhisiciĂșil le daoine beo eile. Is dĂłcha go raibh daoine beo agus go maith ĂĄit Ă©igin a d'aithin go raibh a gcuid buntĂĄistĂ ag an dĂĄ chineĂĄl feiste agus go raibh muinĂn acu as an gcosaint ionsuite, ach ar chĂșis Ă©igin is mĂł a bhĂonn ag Max le daoine stubborn pompous. De rĂ©ir dealraimh, nĂ raibh aon Ă©ifeacht ag an leibhĂ©al cibearnaithe ar dhĂorma bhunaidh nĂĄdĂșr an duine. NĂor thĂĄinig Max isteach in aon cheann de na seicteanna go fĂłill, mar nĂor lĂ©irigh a nĂ©archip ach comhthĂ©acs dea-bhĂ©asach, agus nĂ fonn a bheith rannphĂĄirteach i bplĂ© intleachtĂșil.
BhĂ na cĂșinsĂ deacra seo go lĂ©ir forshuite freisin ar an suaitheadh ââbeag cultĂșir a fuair Max as dul i dtaithĂ ar chaighdeĂĄin lĂonra Martian. Roimhe seo, nĂor smaoinigh sĂ© i ndĂĄirĂre ar conas a bhaineann lĂonraĂ Martian luasanna malartaithe sonraĂ den sĂłrt sin amach chun oibriĂș gach giuirlĂ©idĂ fĂorĂșla, mar chlĂĄir chosmaideacha, gan glitches agus coscĂĄin a chinntiĂș. Ar ndĂłigh, nĂ raibh an chumhacht riachtanach ag an nĂ©archip fĂ©in, gan ach comhĂ©adan idir an inchinn dhaonna agus an lĂonra, chun feidhmchlĂĄir chasta a rith. DĂĄ bhrĂ sin, i lĂonraĂ Martian, bhĂ an bhĂ©im ar luas an mhalartaithe faisnĂ©ise ionas go bhfĂ©adfadh an t-ĂșsĂĄideoir cumhacht freastalaithe lĂonra a ĂșsĂĄid. Chun a chinntiĂș gur fĂ©idir na bearta peta agus zetta sin go lĂ©ir a tharchur go hiontaofa idir na milliĂșin ĂșsĂĄideoirĂ, tĂĄ cĂłrais cumarsĂĄide gan sreang Martian tar Ă©is teacht chun cinn i rud thar a bheith casta. NĂor chabhraigh aon cleasanna i bhfoirm dhlĂșthĂș agus scaradh cainĂ©il raidiĂł ar feadh i bhfad, agus mar sin sna cathracha faoi thalamh nĂ hamhĂĄin lĂonadh an speictream minicĂochta raidiĂł iomlĂĄn atĂĄ ar fĂĄil go dtĂ an teorainn, ach freisin an infridhearg, agus rinneadh iarrachtaĂ fiĂș an ultraivialait. A ba chĂșis le ceanglais speisialta fiĂș le haghaidh soilsiĂș agus comharthaĂ fĂłgraĂochta. Go ginearĂĄlta, rinne golem Martian eile - an coimisiĂșn EMS, aincheisteanna nach lĂș nĂĄ na cinn eile go lĂ©ir. Agus d'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© Ă© a robĂĄil go hĂ©asca le haghaidh splancsholais neamhdheimhnithe.
BhĂ athsheoltĂłirĂ cumarsĂĄide gan sreang beagnach i ngach ĂĄit i Tula. Ă na cinn atĂĄ ina seasamh: ar na tĂșir agus na huasteorainneacha uaimheanna le go leor antennas gnĂomhacha, go dtĂ na micrea-rĂłbait is simplĂ ag cloĂ le ballaĂ tithe agus phluais cosĂșil le beacĂĄin seadĂĄnacha. Ar cheann de na feidhmeanna a bhĂ ag an sĂĄrrĂomhaire nua nĂĄ bainistiĂș a dhĂ©anamh ar Ă©agsĂșlacht na n-antennas, a gcuid rĂ©imsĂ clĂșdaigh, ag cur san ĂĄireamh leibhĂ©al scaipthe agus frithchaitheamh na gcomharthaĂ Ăł go leor dromchlaĂ. Faoina shĂșil leictreonach fhaire, sheol an iliomad athsheoltĂłirĂ comharthaĂ cibĂ© ĂĄit a theastaigh le minicĂocht agus leibhĂ©al ĂĄirithe, gan cur isteach ar a chĂ©ile, threoraigh siad ĂșsĂĄideoirĂ le linn a ngluaiseachtaĂ chaotic timpeall na cathrach agus chuir siad ar aghaidh go pras iad chuig glĂ©asanna comharsanacha. DĂĄ rĂ©ir sin, fuair ĂșsĂĄideoirĂ pictiĂșr ardchaighdeĂĄin gan coscĂĄin. Tar Ă©is dĂł an chĂ©ad smaoineamh a fhĂĄil ar conas a oibrĂonn sĂ© go lĂ©ir, chaill Max, ar ndĂłigh, muinĂn go bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ© dul i ngleic le dearadh cĂłrais den sĂłrt sin. Ach nĂor theastaigh uaidh an chuid eile dĂĄ shaol a chaitheamh i rĂłl aguisĂn lena nĂ©archip. Mar fhreagra ar cheisteanna aireacha, roinn an prĂomh-rĂomhchlĂĄraitheoir optamaithe le gĂĄire fuar sotalach Talmud ilmhĂle dar teideal: âprionsabail ghinearĂĄlta scaradh cainĂ©al i lĂonraĂ gan sreang Telecomâ a bhraith Max cheana fĂ©in ar an dara leathanach den Talmud i bhfad Ăł. a genius. Thuig sĂ© nach bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ© a thabhairt suas. Agus shocraigh sĂ© a thosaĂochtaĂ fĂ©in fiĂș: an trĂ©imhse trialach a chrĂochnĂș agus airgead a shĂĄbhĂĄil chun a sliseanna as dĂĄta a uasghrĂĄdĂș. Ach faoi lĂĄthair bhĂ orm obair dhian a dhĂ©anamh de rĂ©ir treoracha, beagnach cosĂșil le lĂne tionĂłil. Agus mhothaigh Max go raibh a dhiongbhĂĄilteacht ĂĄit Ă©igin a fhĂĄil ag leĂĄ gach lĂĄ: bhĂ sĂ© ag dul i mĂ©id nĂos doimhne agus nĂos doimhne isteach i swamp na hearnĂĄla optamaithe.
Cuireadh roinnt Ă©agsĂșlacht ar fĂĄil de rĂ©ir dualgas uair amhĂĄin gach coicĂs, nuair a chuaigh optimizers, stupefied ag bunachair shonraĂ endless, ag obair sa rĂ©imse: a shocrĂș lochtanna beaga i trealamh lĂonra nĂł cĂĄblaĂ optĂșla. BhĂothas in ann dualgas a dhiĂșltĂș, ach ghlac Max Ă© le ĂĄthas, mar a rinne go leor dĂĄ chomhghleacaithe.
De ghnĂĄth, bhĂ na shifts go lĂ©ir cosĂșil lena chĂ©ile freisin - bhĂ Max agus a phĂĄirtĂ ag lorg micrea-sealaĂochta teipthe agus ceann nua ĂĄ chur ina ionad. Mar sin fĂ©in, thĂĄinig an saothar socair seo, nach raibh gĂĄ le hiarrachtaĂ nĂł scileanna speisialta, ina chineĂĄl asraon i sraith gan teorainn den saol laethĂșil monotonous. DĂreach mar nĂĄr thaitin le Max lĂonraĂ nĂ©aracha a fhoghlaim faoi threoir Martians, ar a mhalairt, thaitin sĂ© le gach rud faoi ghnĂomhaĂocht suiteĂĄlaĂ simplĂ ar chĂșis Ă©igin. Thaitin a phĂĄirtĂ, Boris, liom, lena roinn sĂ© an t-arĂĄn barrfheabhsaithe ag Telecom. D'oibrigh siad sa seomra cĂ©anna, ag crĂochfoirt in aice leo, agus chuaigh siad ar dualgas le chĂ©ile freisin. DĂșirt Boris gurb Ă© an pointe dualgais, a glacadh mar thraidisiĂșn ag Telecom, ar ndĂłigh, gan an chuideachta a chĂșiteamh as an easpa saothair Ăseal-scileanna. Is Ă©ard atĂĄ i gceist leis nĂĄ eolas a chur ar obair ranna Ă©agsĂșla na cuideachta agus teacht le chĂ©ile mar fhoireann. De rĂ©ir dealraimh ba Ă© bainisteoir an-chliste Ăłn tseirbhĂs phearsanra a cheap an dualgas, Ăłn gcatagĂłir dĂłibh siĂșd a thagann suas le gach cineĂĄl cruinnithe corparĂĄideacha âsuimiĂșlaâ, ar fĂ©idir leat a scipeĂĄil go hoifigiĂșil, ach i ndĂĄirĂre nĂ mholtar go cinnte Ă©.
NĂor thaitin bainisteoirĂ le Max, agus cĂ© a dhĂ©anann, ach thaitin an smaoineamh ĂĄirithe seo leis. âAgus uaireanta is fĂ©idir leis na dickuckers seo a bheith ĂșsĂĄideach,â dâadmhaigh Max i ndiaidh a chĂ©ad dualgais. Chuir Boris go mĂłr le rath a leithĂ©id dâĂłcĂĄid ââfreisin. Calma, nĂ cainteach, le dearcadh fealsĂșnach rĂ©chĂșiseach ar an saol. BhĂ Boris, leannĂĄn beorach gearr, beagĂĄn bairille-chruthach ar bheoir, RPGanna ar lĂne agus scĂ©alta dĂłchĂșla faoi ĂĄitritheoirĂ na Martian, a mbealach maireachtĂĄla agus nĂłsanna, beagĂĄn cosĂșil le gnome, is Ă© sin, dwarf, mar nach raibh sĂ© riamh tuirseach de shoilĂ©iriĂș, agus ina chuid cruinnithe ar lĂne is fearr leat bhĂ sĂ© i gcĂłnaĂ ar an carachtar comhfhreagrach. Chomh maith leis sin, dâiompair sĂ© leis i ngach ĂĄit mĂĄla droma trom le feiste Ă©igeandĂĄla lĂĄn-chuimsitheach agus, mar fhreagra ar aon ĂorĂłin, nĂ raibh sĂ© tuirseach riamh ag athrĂĄ le cuma dĂĄirĂre, dĂĄ dtarlĂłdh rud Ă©igin, go mairfeadh sĂ© fĂ©in amhĂĄin, agus go bhfaigheadh ââan chuid eile bĂĄs i. crĂĄite. Ach ina mhĂĄla droma draĂochta, chomh maith le sorcĂłirĂ ocsaigine rĂ©asĂșnta gan ĂșsĂĄid, bhĂ beoir agus sceallĂłga ann i gcĂłnaĂ, agus mar sin nĂ raibh Max ag magadh faoi.
Roghnaigh sĂ© fĂ©in agus Boris, gan aontĂș, tascanna sna coirnĂ©il is iargĂșlta den chathair faoi thalamh. In ocht n-uaire oibre amhĂĄin, nĂor mhĂłr trĂ thasc a chur i gcrĂch, rud nach raibh deacair ar chor ar bith, fiĂș mĂĄ bhĂ tĂș ag taisteal go mall ar iompar poiblĂ. Thaitin Max taisteal agus thaitin traenacha, mar sin bhain sĂ© an-taitneamh as a bheith ar dualgas. De ghnĂĄth, tharla siad mar seo a leanas: bualadh le comhphĂĄirtĂ ag stĂĄisiĂșn Ă©igin agus ansin bogadh de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile i dtraenacha ag luascadh go rĂ©idh nĂł i maglevs tapa. Aistrithe ag stĂĄisiĂșin lĂĄrnacha fuadar le daoine nĂł fanacht fada ar thraenacha neamhchoitianta ag stĂĄisiĂșin tĂl dull ĂĄit Ă©igin i ndoimhneacht na dungeons i bhfad i gcĂ©in. I gcathair ollmhĂłr Tula nĂ raibh aon lĂĄrionad aitheanta go ginearĂĄlta agus nĂ raibh fiĂș aon chĂłras forbartha ann; leathnaigh sĂ© amach go simplĂ i bhfolĂșs nĂĄdĂșrtha an phlĂĄinĂ©id, cosĂșil le braisle chaotic de rĂ©altaĂ sa spĂ©ir. Ăit Ă©igin tĂĄ meascĂĄn de phonc geal ag cumasc isteach i lĂĄthair dallĂĄla amhĂĄin, agus ĂĄit Ă©igin tĂĄ dorchadas na gceantar tionsclaĂochta, agus soilse neamhchoitianta eatarthu. Agus bhĂ lĂ©arscĂĄil meitreo na Tule thar a bheith casta. D'fhĂ©ach sĂ cosĂșil le masterpiece damhĂĄn alla dĂsachtach, a fhĂ roinnt rĂ©imsĂ le lĂonra dlĂșth il-leibhĂ©il, agus ĂĄit Ă©igin d'fhĂĄg snĂĄithe tanaĂ amhĂĄin. An trĂĄthnĂłna roimh an turas, nĂor shĂ©an Max an plĂ©isiĂșr domhĂnithe fĂ©in as an lĂ©arscĂĄil thrĂthoiseach a chasadh, ag samhlĂș conas amĂĄrach a shnĂĄmhfadh sĂ© thar an gcnuasach pointĂ sfĂ©arĂșil seo, ansin trĂ lĂne thanaĂ, anseo agus ansiĂșd ag sĂneadh amach go dromchla na an phlĂĄinĂ©id, bheadh ââââsĂ© ag deireadh suas i braisle a bhĂ cosĂșil le dĂșch blurred saille ĂĄit a bhfuil tĂș a chur i gcrĂch an chĂ©ad tasc. NĂł is fĂ©idir leat teacht ar an blot ar bhealach eile, beagĂĄn nĂos faide agus le haistrithe, ach ag dul trĂd an limistĂ©ar scanrĂșil suimiĂșil den chĂ©ad lonnaĂocht.
BhĂ an chathair gan teorainn Tule, ar snĂĄmh thart, buailte ina codarsnacht: cuireadh sraitheanna de bhoscaĂ coincrĂ©it liath folamh sna criosanna âgĂĄmaâ agus âdeltaâ le carn aisteach tĂșir, clĂșdaithe ag lĂonra de chosĂĄin agus ardĂĄin, plĂłdaithe. le daoine i hataĂ le snĂĄitheanna treorach solais fite isteach iontu chun fĂĄiltiĂș a chinntiĂș, tarchur comharthaĂ solais. B'fhearr le roinnt leanĂșna de threochtaĂ faisin scĂĄthanna fearthainne maisiĂșil galĂĄnta. BhĂ an chuma ar Max ar dhaoine le scĂĄthanna fearthainne agus hataĂ greannmhar go raibh cuma eachtrannaigh le haerĂłga i lĂnĂochtaĂ leanaĂ, agus nĂor fhĂ©ach Thule, a bhĂ ag snĂĄmh san am atĂĄ caite, ach nĂos mĂł cosĂșil le phantasmagoria Ăłna lĂĄithreacht. NĂor chodail cathracha Martian riamh, sna dungeons nĂl an t-athrĂș lĂĄ agus oĂche le feiceĂĄil, agus mar sin bhĂ gach duine ina gcĂłnaĂ de rĂ©ir an ama a bhĂ ĂĄisiĂșil dĂł. D'oibrigh na bunaĂochtaĂ agus na heagraĂochtaĂ go lĂ©ir timpeall an chloig, agus bhĂ na srĂĄideanna lĂĄn de thrĂĄcht ag am ar bith den lĂĄ.
De ghnĂĄth, chrĂochnaigh sĂ© fĂ©in agus Boris buidĂ©al beorach nĂł dhĂł roimh an gcĂ©ad tasc. DĂĄ rĂ©ir sin, crĂochnaĂodh an chĂ©ad tasc go tapa agus i spiorad ard, an dara ceann, i bprionsabal, freisin, d'eascair roinnt deacrachtaĂ cheana fĂ©in le crĂochnĂș an trĂĂș, agus mar sin rinneamar iarracht an tasc is Ă©asca a fhĂĄgĂĄil le haghaidh deireanach agus nĂos gaire don bhaile. Is minic a bhĂ Max ina thost agus is beag nĂĄr labhair sĂ© le Boris, cĂ© go raibh Boris i gcĂłnaĂ ag iarraidh scĂ©al Ă©igin ĂĄitiĂșil a insint, ach nuair a chonaic sĂ© gur fhreagair a phĂĄirtĂ le frĂĄsaĂ aonsiollacha, nĂor chuir sĂ© brĂș air i ndĂĄirĂre. Ba Ă© Boris an duine a raibh Max sĂĄch compordach ina thost; ar chĂșis Ă©igin ba chosĂșil dĂł go raibh aithne aige ar Boris le deich mbliana, agus ba Ă© seo an cĂ©adĂș turas ar a laghad. Bhreathnaigh Max amach an fhuinneog, uaireanta ag brĂș a chliabhĂĄin ina coinne, sĂĄith sĂ© a bheoir go mall agus lĂ©irigh sĂ© rud Ă©igin mar seo: âIs duine aisteach mĂ© - bhĂ mĂ© ag iarraidh dul go Mars an oiread sin gur Ă©irigh liom a bheith ag luascadh timpeall mar bhrĂ©agĂĄn gaoithe, beagnach gan sosanna le haghaidh codlata agus bia. Agus anois tĂĄ mĂ© ar Mars agus cad atĂĄ ag tarlĂș: nĂl aon phost ag teastĂĄil uaim a thuilleadh, nĂl aon ghairm bheatha de dhĂth orm, tĂĄ an fonn ar fad orm Ă© seo a rith timpeall, amhail is dĂĄ mba rud Ă© go raibh lasc de shaghas Ă©igin aistrithe. NĂ hea, ar ndĂłigh, is lĂ©ir go ndĂ©anfaidh mĂ© rudaĂ riachtanacha, mar shampla pas a fhĂĄil i scrĂșduithe cĂĄilitheacha, ach go hiomlĂĄn, as tĂĄimhe. Chaill mĂ© cuspĂłir agus spreagadh go hiomlĂĄn. CĂ©n sĂłrt laghdĂș atĂĄ ag tarlĂș ar na fairsinge Martian? BâfhĂ©idir ansin go bhfaighidh mĂ© post mar shuiteĂĄlaĂ, mar is maith liom gach rud faoin gcineĂĄl seo oibre? Eh, mura bhfeicfeadh ach Masha mĂ©, nĂ bheinn in ann comhrĂĄ tromchĂșiseach a sheachaint. Ach tĂĄ Masha ann, agus tĂĄim anseo.â â ChrĂochnaigh Max go loighciĂșil agus dâoscail sĂ© an dara buidĂ©al.
Go minic, le linn thurais Max, thĂĄinig smaointe chun cuimhne faoina bhrionglĂłid dothuigthe maidir le Mars a chlaochlĂș, ach nĂ fhĂ©adfadh tuar Ruslan nach ndĂ©anfadh sĂ© aon ghairm bheatha anseo teacht as a cheann. âSin Ă© mo bhrionglĂłid iomlĂĄn Martian - teacht go Mars, a thuiscint nach bhfuil aon rud le gabhĂĄil agus le mo scĂth a ligean.â - cheap Max. Chun a chuid amhras a roinnt, chas sĂ© chuig Boris, fear a raibh an chuma air gur fear ciallmhar agus taithĂ a bhĂ ann:
- Bhuel, Bor, is cosĂșil go bhfuil a fhios agat gach rud faoin saol ĂĄitiĂșil. MĂnigh dom cĂ©n cineĂĄl ruda Ă© seo - aisling Mharsach?
- Cad atĂĄ i gceist agat? An aisling Martian mar feinimĂ©an sĂłisialta nĂł seirbhĂs ar leith de roinnt cuideachtaĂ.
â An bhfuil a leithĂ©id de sheirbhĂs ann? â BhĂ ionadh ar Max.
- Bhuel, sea, ar thit tĂș Ăłn ngealach? TĂĄ a fhios ag aon leanbh faoi seo, cĂ© go bhfuil cosc ââââoifigiĂșil ar fhĂłgraĂocht an cacamas seo, mhĂnigh Boris le haer saineolaĂ. - CosĂșil, mura bhfuil rud ar bith bainte amach agat sa saol, tĂĄ dĂomĂĄ ort ann, agus go ginearĂĄlta, mura bhfuil ionat ach fear caillte na himeartha dĂșr, nĂl ach bĂłthar amhĂĄin agat, go dtĂ aisling na Martian. TĂĄ oifigĂ speisialta ann atĂĄ, ar thĂĄille rĂ©asĂșnta, rĂ©idh chun domhan iomlĂĄn a chruthĂș ina mbeidh gach rud mar is mian leat. DĂ©anfaidh siad beagĂĄn draĂocht ar d'inchinn agus dĂ©anfaidh tĂș dearmad go hiomlĂĄn go bhfuil an saol fĂor, i bprionsabal, ann. Beidh tĂș ag snĂĄmh go sona sĂĄsta i do mhaitrĂs cluthar chomh fada agus a bheidh airgead agat i do chuntas pearsanta. TĂĄ leagan Ă©adrom den cacamas drugaĂ seo, is fĂ©idir leat taitneamh a bhaint as do shaol fĂ©in ar feadh cĂșpla lĂĄ, gan amnesia teiripeach, cosĂșil le dul chuig ionad saoire. Ach, tuigeann tĂș, nĂl an sĂĄsamh Ăłn leagan Ă©adrom iomlĂĄn; nĂ fĂ©idir i gcĂłnaĂ meabhlĂș, ar an gcĂ©ad dul sĂos, tĂș fĂ©in.
â CĂ©n difrĂocht atĂĄ idir na leaganacha Ă©adroma seo agus an gnĂĄth-thumoideachas iomlĂĄn?
âTĂĄ sĂ© cosĂșil go bhfuil gach rud i bhfad nĂos fuaire ann, nĂ fĂ©idir leat Ă© a insint Ăłn saol fĂor ar chor ar bith.â ĂsĂĄideann siad m-sliseanna cliste agus sĂĄrrĂomhairĂ chun na mothĂșchĂĄin ar fad a insamhail.
- Conas is fĂ©idir leis na cailliĂșnaithe iomrĂĄiteacha leas a bhaint as aisling na Mars, is dĂłcha go bhfuil sĂ© costasach go leor?
- Ă, Max, bhuel, thit tĂș i ndĂĄirĂre Ăłn ngealach, nĂł in ĂĄit Ăłn Domhan. Bhuel, supercomputers, m-sceallĂłga, mar sin cad Ă©? TĂĄ sĂ© beagnach cĂ©ad uair nĂos saoire ag gabhĂĄil le grianghortha sna hOileĂĄin ChanĂĄracha nĂĄ eitilt ann ar spĂĄsĂĄrthach. Smaoinigh air, tĂĄ go leor buntĂĄistĂ ag baint le saol bith-folctha i dtĂ©armaĂ caiteachais: nĂ thĂłgann tĂș mĂłrĂĄn spĂĄis, bia trĂ IV, gan aon chostais ar iompar, Ă©adaĂ, siamsaĂocht, tĂĄ, mĂĄ ĂșsĂĄideann tĂș an domhan caighdeĂĄnach Ăł chatalĂłg an tsolĂĄthraĂ, ansin beidh aisling Martian ar fĂĄil do gach duine. FiĂș amhĂĄin ag obair mar fhreastalaĂ i diner, is fĂ©idir leat a shĂĄbhĂĄil suas le haghaidh aisling Martian, ar choinnĂoll go bhfuil tĂș cĂos kennel sa chrios gĂĄma agus ithe brĂcĂnĂ cothaitheacha.
- Cad a chiallaĂonn sĂ© seo: ĂĄit Ă©igin i ndoimhneacht an phlĂĄinĂ©id dhearg tĂĄ phluais ollmhĂłra lĂonta Ăł bhun go barr le sraitheanna de bhith-folcadĂĄin le daoine laistigh? CiallaĂonn sĂ© sin go bhfuil fantasies na ndiostĂłpaĂ tagtha chun cinn.
- Bhuel, b'fhĂ©idir nach bhfuil cuma chomh apocalyptic ar gach rud, ach go ginearĂĄlta, tĂĄ, tĂĄ. Is cinnte go bhfuil go leor cliant ar an aisling Martian. Ach roghnaigh siad Ă© fĂ©in. Sa domhan nua-aimseartha, tĂĄ tĂș go hiomlĂĄn saor chun do rogha a dhĂ©anamh chomh fada agus a thugann sĂ© brabĂșs do chorparĂĄidĂ.
âBhĂ turraing chultĂșir eile orm,â a dĂșirt Max, agus Ă© ag slogadh a bheoir beagnach in aon chnĂĄmhĂłg amhĂĄin.
-Cad Ă© atĂĄ thar a bheith uafĂĄsach faoi seo? Go leor daoine Ăł plĂĄinĂ©id eile, tar Ă©is a shĂĄbhĂĄil beagĂĄn airgid, ag dul i ndiaidh an aisling Martian. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, eisĂtear vĂosaĂ dĂłibh gan aon fhadhbanna ar chor ar bith, agus dĂ©anann taraifĂ neamhtheoranta fiĂș cĂșiteamh i bpĂĄirt dĂłibh. Faraoir, ar Mars agus i gcathracha an protectorate nĂl aon buntĂĄistĂ sĂłisialta, agus nĂl a laghad Ăłlta, seandaoine trĂ©igthe agus daoine eile nach bhfuil oiriĂșnach isteach sa mhargadh. Mar sin, dĂ©antar iad a dhiĂșscairt ar an mbealach rĂ©asĂșnta daonnachtĂșil seo, cad atĂĄ cearr leis sin?
- Sea, is tromluà é seo. Tå sé seo an-éagórach.
- Nach bhfuil cothrom? TĂĄ na tĂ©armaĂ agus coinnĂollacha sonraithe sa chonradh go soilĂ©ir.
âNĂl sĂ© cothrom, i bprionsabal, a leithĂ©id de rogha a thabhairt.â Is eol go bhfuil fear lag, agus nĂ fĂ©idir roinnt rudaĂ a roghnĂș.
- Mar sin tĂĄ sĂ© nĂos fearr chun bĂĄs painfully de bharr alcĂłlacht?
- Gan dabht. MĂĄ tĂĄ cosĂĄn den sĂłrt sin tar Ă©is titim amach cheana fĂ©in, ansin nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn dul trĂd go dtĂ an deireadh.
- TĂĄ tĂș marfach, Max.
â Nach bhfuil teorainn ama leis an taraif neamhtheoranta i ndĂĄirĂre?
- MĂĄ tĂĄ go leor airgid agat chun Ăoc as seirbhĂsĂ stĂłrĂĄla ag baint ĂșsĂĄide as Ășs Ăłn taisce, ansin beidh an taraif i ndĂĄirĂre sĂoraĂ. Is fĂ©idir leo fiĂș na brains a bhaint agus iad a chur i jar ar leith. Is cosĂșil go bhfuil brains saorga in ann feidhmiĂș ar feadh cĂșpla cĂ©ad bliain.
â N'fheadar cĂ© mhĂ©ad brionglĂłir dĂĄ leithĂ©id atĂĄ ar Mhars? An fĂ©idir leictreachas a fhĂĄil uathu?
- Heck, Max, b'fhearr duit breathnĂș agus fiafraĂ de NeuroGoogle cĂ© mhĂ©ad atĂĄ ann agus cad a fhaigheann siad uathu.
â N'fheadar cĂ©n chuma atĂĄ ar an bprĂłiseas chun conradh a thabhairt i gcrĂch?
âMax, tĂĄ tĂș ag cur faitĂos orm, feicim go bhfuil suim mhĂłr agat sa rud olc seo.â NĂos fearr a imirt Warcraft, mar shampla. NĂł a fhĂĄil ar meisce, tar Ă©is an tsaoil.
- NĂĄ bĂ buartha, nĂl inti ach fiosracht dĂomhaoin. Ach fĂłs fĂ©in, tagann tĂș chuig an oifig agus a rĂĄ: âBa mhaith liom a bheith i mo rĂ©alta rac-cheol i MeiriceĂĄ sna seascaidĂ,â ionas go mbeidh tĂłir fiĂĄin agus lucht leanĂșna screadaĂl ag ceolchoirmeacha. Ceart go leor, insĂonn siad duit, seo aguisĂn speisialta leis an gconradh, dĂ©an cur sĂos ann chomh mionsonraithe agus is fĂ©idir cad ba mhaith leat a fheiceĂĄil.
- Sin Ă© is dĂłcha atĂĄ ag tarlĂș. NĂl ach do bhrionglĂłidĂ fĂ©in i ndĂĄirĂre costasach, dĂĄ bhunaidh is ea is costasaĂ, cosnaĂonn an gnĂĄthuaireanta do na Martians go leor. De ghnĂĄth, tairgeann siad rogha a dhĂ©anamh Ăł thacar caighdeĂĄnach: billiĂșnaĂ, gnĂomhaire rĂșnda, nĂł, mar shampla, conqueror crĂłga an rĂ©altra ar spĂĄsĂĄrthach.
- Glacaimis conqueror cróga an réaltra, agus ansin.
- Sea, nĂor ĂșsĂĄid mĂ© an cacamas seo, rinne mĂ© fĂ©in suas Ă© ... Bhuel, abair linn nĂos mĂł, ionas nach n-Ă©ireoidh tĂș leamh de bheith ag gabhĂĄil don rĂ©altra ar feadh na mblianta, sĂĄbhĂĄlfaidh tĂș na mnĂĄ is ĂĄille Ăłn bearradh na n-eachtrannach olc. Agus fiafrĂłfar dĂot, de rĂ©ir dealraimh, cĂ© na mnĂĄ is fearr leat: brunettes, blondes, mĂ©id a dĂł nĂł mĂ©id a cĂșig ... bhuel, nĂł fir.
- Cad a tharlĂłidh mura bhfuil aithne agat ort fĂ©in i ndĂĄirĂre?
-Cad Ă© nach bhfuil a fhios agat, a mhnĂĄ nĂł a fhir? â BhĂ ionadh ar Boris.
- Sea, nĂ hea, mura bhfuil a fhios agat go dĂreach cad a shamhlaĂonn tĂș faoi agus nach fĂ©idir leat cur sĂos a dhĂ©anamh air, ag glacadh leis go nĂĄdĂșrtha go bhfuil go leor airgid agat le haghaidh maitrĂs pearsanta.
- Ăs rud Ă© go bhfuil airgead ann, tabharfaidh siad crapadh taithĂ isteach agus roghnĂłidh sĂ© na mianta ceilte go lĂ©ir Ăł do cheann mĂ-ĂĄdh. Mura rud Ă©, ar ndĂłigh, tĂĄ eagla ort fĂ©in nĂos dĂ©anaĂ faoin mĂ©id a fuair tĂș. Is dĂłigh liom i gcĂĄs roinnt Franz Kafka nach aisling a bheadh ââanseo, ach ifreann beo.
- Do gach a chuid fĂ©in, b'fhĂ©idir gur mhaith le duine Ă©igin a chlaochlĂș go feithid creepy.
âNĂ fios duit cĂ© mhĂ©ad saobhadh atĂĄ ar domhan.â Nach bhfuil a fhios agat i ndĂĄirĂre cad atĂĄ uait?
- Sea, sin Ă© mo phrĂomhfhadhb.
âDĂ©anaim deifir chun a chinntiĂș go bhfuil do chuid fadhbanna i bhfad i gcĂ©in.â
- Cad is fĂ©idir leat a dhĂ©anamh, tĂĄ mianta agus motives simplĂ ag duine simplĂ, ach tĂĄ brĂłn iomlĂĄn Ăłn intinn ag duine a bhfuil eagraĂocht mheabhrach casta aige, a fheiceann tĂș duit fĂ©in. Anuas ar gach rud eile, tĂĄ eagla orm go bhfĂ©adfadh na Martians mĂ© a dhĂ©anamh amach sula ndĂ©anaim. NĂ bhĂonn siad i mbun cuardaigh anama gan toradh, ach tĂ©ann siad i ngleic le haon fhadhb go utilitarian agus pragmatach. Sin an fĂĄth a shamhlĂș mĂ© feinimĂ©an an aisling Martian ar bhealach iomlĂĄn difriĂșil.
- Agus conas?
- Rud Ă©igin cosĂșil le cĂłrais supercomputer speisialta i bowels na corparĂĄidĂ solĂĄthraithe is mĂł, atĂĄ deartha chun decipher pearsantachtaĂ daonna bunaithe ar stair a gcuid gnĂomhaĂochtaĂ ar an lĂonra. De rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile dĂ©anann siad amach cad a theastaĂonn Ăłn ngnĂĄthĂșsĂĄideoir seo nĂł Ăłn ngnĂĄthĂșsĂĄideoir sin agus sleamhnaĂonn siad isteach ina shaol fĂorĂșil go neamhfheiceĂĄlach cad ba mhaith leis a fheiceĂĄil sa saol fĂor.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth?
- Bhuel, cĂ©n fĂĄth a gceapfadh duine go bhfuil gach rud go breĂĄ agus nach bpreabfaidh sĂ©. Bhuel, chun zombify, faoi chois, agus ansin ag magadh daoine beaga dĂșr agus leictreachas saor in aisce a fhĂĄil uathu. Is Ă© seo ba chĂłir d'aon chorparĂĄid Martian fĂ©in-urramĂș a dhĂ©anamh. NĂł, sa chĂĄs is measa, a chur ina luĂ ar dhuine UberDevice eile is nuaĂ agus is forbartha a chur isteach ina n-inchinn fad-fhulangach.
â Cad iad na teoiricĂ casta comhcheilg atĂĄ agat faoin rĂ©altacht mĂĄguaird? ScĂth a ligean, tĂĄ an domhan nĂos simplĂ. Ar ndĂłigh, dĂolfaidh siad fĂłgraĂocht duit, ach tĂĄ rud Ă©igin le dĂ©anamh amach ... CĂ©n fĂĄth a gcuireann siad an oiread sin isteach ar mhaithe le daoine foighneach?
- Sea, tĂĄ sĂ© sin fĂor, bhĂ sĂ© spreagtha ag focail duine eile. Cad a cheapann tĂș faoin aisling Martian sa chiall sĂłisialta?
- ScĂ©al fairy ĂĄlainn. D'fhonn a mbuntĂĄiste intleachtĂșil ollmhĂłr a choinneĂĄil, tarraingĂonn na Martians amach na fĂłrsaĂ is fearr Ăłn gcĂłras grĂ©ine lena gcuid scĂ©alta fairy agus anseo sruthaĂonn siad sĂos an leithreas iad, i bpoist dĂșr cosĂșil le rĂomhchlĂĄraitheoir optimizer. Agus sa bhaile, d'fhĂ©adfadh agus d'fhĂ©adfadh na intleachteach dĂșchasach rud Ă©igin ĂșsĂĄideach a dhĂ©anamh.
âHa, mar sin nĂl tĂș coimhthĂoch freisin leis an smaoineamh gurb iad na Martians atĂĄ an locht as gach rud,â a dĂșirt Max.
âCad is fĂ©idir leat a dhĂ©anamh, tĂĄ sĂ© rĂł-ĂĄisiĂșil mĂniĂș,â shrug Boris.
Thit siad ina dtost ar feadh tamaill. Reoite, tĂrdhreacha reddish an dromchla rushed ag monotonously. Taobh thiar de Boris, Ăł am go chĂ©ile, snor fear uasal gan dĂdean, trĂ shuĂochĂĄn amach gan nĂĄire le haghaidh scĂthe.
- Sea, d'Ă©irigh sĂ© amach aisteach. â Bhris Max an ciĂșnas. â Is cosĂșil gur caisleĂĄn ar an ngaineamh Ă© mo Mhars. An chĂ©ad chruinniĂș le rĂ©altacht nite sĂ© ar shiĂșl gan a fhĂĄgĂĄil fiĂș rian.
- TĂĄ a fhios agat, tĂĄ tĂș fĂ©in nĂos measa nĂĄ aon Martians. Smaoinigh nĂos fearr ar fhĂorfhadhbanna.
â Agus is Ă© seo a insĂonn lucht leanĂșna tiomnaithe Warcraft agus dwarf leibhĂ©al 80 dom.
- Droichid... ceart go leor, is fear caillte mé, ach tå dóchas éigin ann duit fós.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth a imĂonn sĂ© lĂĄithreach?
- NĂl cinniĂșint Ă©asca.
- An roinnfidh tĂș?
- Ach tĂĄ na cacamas. NĂl an scĂ©al mar an gcĂ©anna, nĂl an giĂșmar mar an gcĂ©anna. TĂĄ mĂ© ag glaoch ort le fada an lĂĄ chun suĂ ĂĄit Ă©igin: tĂĄ a fhios agam cĂșpla barraĂ den scoth, saor agus atmaisfĂ©ir, agus tĂș ag teacht suas i gcĂłnaĂ le leithscĂ©alta bacach. Tar Ă©is obair, feiceann tĂș, nĂ fĂ©idir leis Ă©irĂ go luath amĂĄrach, agus ar an deireadh seachtaine tĂĄ roinnt rudaĂ le dĂ©anamh aige, ag ullmhĂș do scrĂșduithe.
âNĂ hea, tĂĄim ag ullmhĂș i ndĂĄirĂre,â a mhĂnigh Max go neamhchinnte.
- Sea, is cuimhin liom, tĂĄ tĂș ag gnawing ar shaothar mĂłr: "Prionsabail ghinearĂĄlta scaradh cainĂ©al i lĂonraĂ gan sreang Telecom." Agus conas atĂĄ tĂș, an bhfuil mĂĄistreacht agat go leor?
âNĂ i ndĂĄirĂre go fĂłill... ach cĂ© atĂĄ mĂ© ag magadh,â d'admhaigh Max le brĂłn.
â Ar athraigh tĂș d'intinn cheana fĂ©in maidir le bheith i d'ailtire cĂłrais?
â NĂ chuirfĂ stop go deo le dhĂĄ mhĂle leathanach measĂșil ar an sean Max, as scolaĂocht MhoscĂł, ach tĂĄ stop tagtha leis an Max nua ar chĂșis Ă©igin.
âSea, nĂ dhĂ©anann na haislingĂ seo agus an t-anam-chuardach ach an toil chun an bua a mhaolĂș,â a dĂșirt Boris go tĂĄbhachtach. â Agus nĂĄr thug tĂș cuairt ar an tseirbhĂs pearsanra fiĂș?
- Thug mĂ© cuairt. TĂĄ an bainisteoir ann chomh suimiĂșil. DealraĂonn sĂ© a bheith ina Martian, ach beag i stature, cosĂșil le duine gnĂĄth. CĂ© go bhfuil sĂ© fĂłs ina anchĂșinse: tanaĂ agus le ceann ollmhĂłr. Agus ar bhealach Ă©igin tĂĄ sĂ© beagĂĄn nĂos brĂomhar nĂĄ a dhearthĂĄireacha, is cosĂșil go bhfuil cuma nĂos mĂł air cosĂșil le duine agus nĂ cosĂșil le rĂłbat.
- Arthur Smith?
- An bhfuil aithne agat air?
- NĂ chuirim aithne phearsanta orm, ach tĂĄim ag obair i Telecom le fada an lĂĄ, tĂĄ go leor pearsantachtaĂ suimiĂșla tar Ă©is cur amach cheana fĂ©in. TĂĄ a shĂșile fĂłs chomh mĂłr.
- Sea, tĂĄ, ach sĂșile ollmhĂłr, agus freisin liath, agus tĂĄ gach Martians de ghnĂĄth dubh. A fĂor "caora dubh". MhĂnigh mĂ© go hionraic nach bhfostĂłdh siad mĂ© mar phrĂomhspeisialtĂłir, dĂĄ mba rud Ă© gur mar gheall ar mo sheannĂ©archip amhĂĄin amhĂĄin. CosĂșil, mar gheall ar mo aois, beidh costas mĂłr ar an gcuideachta mĂĄ shuiteĂĄiltear sliseanna gairmiĂșil agus nĂos tĂĄbhachtaĂ fĂłs oiliĂșint chun oibriĂș leis. FĂ©adfaidh cuideachta dul ar chostas den sĂłrt sin, ach amhĂĄin ar mhaithe le fostaithe a bhfuil cĂĄil ar leith orthu.
- TĂĄ scĂ©al amhĂĄin ar eolas agam faoin ArtĂșr seo.
- Inis dom.
- Is dĂłcha nach fiĂș scĂ©al, ach gossip.
- Mar sin inis dom.
âNĂ dhĂ©anfaidh mĂ©,â chroith Boris a cheann, âagus nĂl sĂ an-mhaith.â DĂĄ gcloisfinn rud Ă©igin mar sin fĂșm fĂ©in, nĂ bheinn sĂĄsta.
- Bor, tĂĄ tĂș de shaghas Ă©igin sadist. Ar dtĂșs luaigh sĂ© an scĂ©al, ansin shoilĂ©irigh sĂ© go raibh sĂ© gossip, agus ansin dĂșirt sĂ© go raibh sĂ© chomh maith gossip salach. Cad Ă©, d'Ă©irigh sĂ© ar meisce ag cĂłisir corparĂĄideach agus rinne sĂ© rince fiery ar an mbord?
âHey, nĂ fiĂș smaoineamh ar scĂ©alta banal den sĂłrt sin a insint,â a dĂșirt Boris grimaced, âgo hĂĄirithe Ăłs rud Ă© nach n-Ăłl na Martians, chomh fada agus is eol dom, alcĂłl.â
- Come on, inis dom cheana fĂ©in, stop a bhriseadh sĂos.
- NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh mĂ©. TĂĄ mĂ© ag rĂĄ leat, nach bhfuil an scĂ©al mar an gcĂ©anna, nach bhfuil an giĂșmar mar an gcĂ©anna, tar Ă©is trĂ nĂł ceithre spĂ©aclaĂ de rum agus Mars-Cola, tĂĄ fĂĄilte romhat i gcĂłnaĂ. Thairis sin, nĂor thuig tĂș mo scĂ©al deiridh.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth nach raibh meas agat air? ScĂ©al an-suimiĂșil.
- AchâŠ
- Cad ach?
- An uair dheireanach a chuir tĂș "ach."
âAch dochreidte,â a dĂșirt Max, ag caitheamh a lĂĄmha suas.
- Cad atĂĄ dochreidte faoi?
- Sea, mar sin nĂ chreideann tĂș go gcodlaĂonn corparĂĄidĂ olc Martian agus go bhfeiceann tĂș conas dul isteach i anam gach duine? Agus ar an bhfĂric go bhfuil an lĂonra iomlĂĄn de shaghas Ă©igin leath-Chliste substaint, cosĂșil le aigĂ©an beo, a thugann breith ar monsters fĂorĂșil a devour ĂșsĂĄideoirĂ ... Mar sin tĂĄ sĂ© seo fĂor?
- Ar ndĂłigh, tĂĄ sĂ© fĂor, chonaic mĂ© Ă© le mo shĂșile fĂ©in. Breathnaigh ar chuid dĂĄr gcomhghleacaithe, is scĂĄthanna iad le fada an lĂĄ, tĂĄim cinnte.
- Agus cé acu dår gcomhghleacaithe a thåinig chun bheith ina scåth? Gordon b'fhéidir?
â CĂ©n fĂĄth Gordon?
- RĂł-dĂograiseach licking an asal na Martians, is Ă© an prĂomh-rĂomhchlĂĄraitheoir jerk. NĂl a fhios aige ach conas cur i lĂĄthair a dhĂ©anamh.
- NĂ hea, Max, nĂl baint ar bith ag na Martians leis ar chor ar bith.
- Is Ă© sin le rĂĄ nach bhfuil cĂșram ar do Solaris digiteach cĂ© a itheann sĂ©, daoine nĂł Martians?
âNĂ itheann an lĂonra duine ar bith de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile, nĂ dĂłigh liom gur Ă©ist tĂș liom ar chor ar bith.â Is lĂ©iriĂș Ă© scĂĄth ar ĂĄr smaointe agus ĂĄr mianta fĂ©in, ach nach bhfuil aon mheĂĄn fisiceach sonrach nĂł pĂosa cĂłd ar leith ann.
â Dia digiteach nach mĂłr a adhradh agus a Ăobairt?
- NĂl sĂ© riachtanach. ScĂĄthanna a rugadh ach amhĂĄin a bhuĂochas sin do na daoine iad fĂ©in. Mar sin, dar leat go mbeidh an lĂonra fhulaingt gach rud - gach dĂșr, iarratais vile, siamsaĂocht, agus nĂ bhfaighidh tĂș rud ar bith chun Ă©. I rĂ©altacht fhĂorĂșil, is fĂ©idir leat kittens a chĂ©asadh nĂł cailĂnĂ beaga a bhfuil saoirse Ăł phionĂłs orthu a bhriseadh as a chĂ©ile. Sea, ar ndĂłigh! Caitheann aon iarratas nĂł gnĂomh ar an lĂonra scĂĄth. Agus mĂĄ tĂĄ do chuid smaointe agus mianta go lĂ©ir ag dul timpeall ar shiamsaĂocht fhĂorĂșil, luath nĂł mall tiocfaidh an scĂĄth seo ar an saol. Agus anseo tĂĄ brĂłn orm mar a d'iompair tĂș fĂ©in, mar sin beidh an scĂĄth. MĂĄ tĂĄ an saol fĂor chomh leadrĂĄnach agus neamhsuimiĂșil, ansin beidh an scĂĄth sĂĄsta d'ĂĄit a ghlacadh agus tĂș ag spraoi ar lĂne. Agus sula mbeidh a fhios agat Ă©, beidh an scĂĄth fĂor, agus beidh tĂș ag iompĂș isteach ina sclĂĄbhaĂ disembodied.
- Sea, is cosĂșil go bhfuil do scĂĄth cosĂșil le dwarf i armĂșr mithril le fĂ©asĂłg sĂos go dtĂ an navel.
- Ha-ha... Is fĂ©idir leat gĂĄire a dhĂ©anamh ar fad is mian leat, ach freagraim, nuair a chonaic mĂ© mo scĂĄth. Ansin nĂor chuaigh mĂ© isteach i lĂĄn-tumadh ar feadh mĂosa.
- Agus cén chuma a bhà ar an scåth uafåsach seo?
âCosĂșil le... dwarf le mo ghnĂ©ithe aghaidhe.â
- Ach, a BhĂłraigh...
Phl Max ar a bheoir agus ar feadh tamaill nà raibh sé in ann a scornach nó gåire a ghlanadh.
- A dwarf le do gnĂ©ithe aghaidhe! B'fhĂ©idir gur fhĂ©ach tĂș sa scĂĄthĂĄn trĂ thimpiste?.. Dearmad ar do chuid makeup a mhĂșchadh roimhe seo?
- Fuck tĂș! - Chroith Boris a lĂĄmh agus d'oscail sĂ© an dara buidĂ©al beorach. "MĂĄ fhanann tĂș go dtĂ go dtagann an scĂĄth, nĂ bheidh sĂ© ina ĂĄbhar gĂĄire."
- Sea, nĂl mĂ© chun crochadh leat ann, nĂł ligean orm. NĂ chuireann na rĂ©anna Warcraft agus Harbourian seo go lĂ©ir sceitimĂnĂ orm.
- Chun seo a dhĂ©anamh, nĂ gĂĄ duit a bheith ag siĂșl timpeall, ach go leor ama a chaitheamh i tumoideachas iomlĂĄn, is cuma cĂ©n cuspĂłir. An bhfuil a fhios agat cad nĂĄr cheart duit a dhĂ©anamh riamh?
- Nach cuma?
- I tumadĂłireacht, nĂor cheart duit rĂłbĂłnna a fuck riamh.
- DĂĄirĂre? B'fhĂ©idir nĂĄr cheart duit fĂ©achaint ar porn. Sea, ordaĂonn leath na n-ĂșsĂĄideoirĂ na huasghrĂĄduithe sliseanna is dĂ©anaĂ agus bith-folctha ar an gcĂșis seo.
âNĂ thuigeann siad fĂ©in cad atĂĄ ar siĂșl acu.â CuidĂonn aon mhothĂșchĂĄn lĂĄidir le scĂĄthanna a chruthĂș, agus is Ă© gnĂ©as an mothĂșchĂĄn is lĂĄidre.
âAnsin bheadh ââna scĂĄthanna seo cruthaithe ag gach duine.â NĂł ar a laghad bheadh ââbosa gruaige orthu, mĂĄ chreideann tĂș an leagan is sine den scĂ©al seo.
- NĂł b'fhĂ©idir tĂĄ, cĂ© a fhios cĂ© mhĂ©ad scĂĄthanna a chĂłnaĂonn inĂĄr measc? Beidh rochtain ag an scĂĄth ar do chuimhne agus do phearsantacht iomlĂĄn agus tĂș ag suĂ i sclĂĄbhaĂocht fhĂorĂșil. Conas idirdhealĂș a dhĂ©anamh idir Ă agus duine fĂor?
"NĂl aon bhealach," shrugged Max. - TĂĄ sĂ© deacair idirdhealĂș a dhĂ©anamh idir bot nua-aimseartha. NĂl ach roinnt ceisteanna loighciĂșla tricky. Agus maidir leis an lĂonra nĂ©arĂșil olc, beoite ginte ag vices an dĂșlra daonna ... nĂl aon roghanna anseo. B'fhĂ©idir gurb sinne an t-aon bheirt fhĂordhaoine, agus nach bhfuil ann le fada ach scĂĄthanna?
â TĂĄ an t-apocalypse digiteach dosheachanta mura dtagann daoine ar a gcuid cĂ©adfaĂ agus mura stopann siad ag scaipeadh bruscair, gealtachta agus sodomy ar an IdirlĂon.
â Boladh cosĂșil le sect Ă© cheana fĂ©in: âDĂ©an aithrĂ, a pheacaighâ! Is Ă© mo thuairim go gcaitheann roinnt daoine an iomarca ama ag cur as do gach cineĂĄl orcs, mar a dĂșirt cara amhĂĄin Ă©, agus mar sin tosaĂonn siad ag fĂ©achaint ar scĂĄthanna agus glitches eile.
- Is leadrĂĄn thĂș, a Max. TĂĄ gach finscĂ©al bunaithe ar rud Ă©igin ...
âGabh mo leithscĂ©al, le do thoil,â a chuir an duine uasal gan dĂdean isteach go tobann ar Boris, âach ba chuma liom go raibh ĂĄbhar do chomhrĂĄ chomh spĂ©isiĂșil sin liom... An gceadĂłdh tĂș Ă©?â
Gan fanacht le cuireadh, dhreap an cara nua-bhunaithe nĂos gaire dĂłibh. A aghaidh: tanaĂ, rocach agus fiĂĄin, feall ar fhear a bhfuil saol caite aige agus is lĂ©ir nach raibh airgead aige le haghaidh bogearraĂ cosmaideacha. BhĂ wardrobe measartha comhdhĂ©anta de jeans strĂłicthe, T-lĂ©ine agus seaicĂ©ad caite le stuĂĄil liath salach ar crochadh as. âAgus cĂĄ bhfuil an tseirbhĂs comhshaoil ââag breathnĂș? - cheap Max. âMothaĂonn sĂ© mar a bhĂ an Greenpeace claochlaithe seo ag breathnĂș orm Ăłn rampa tointeĂĄla, ach bheadh ââar an bhfear eile an diabhal a thabhairt.â Mar sin fĂ©in, nĂor mhothaigh Max boladh ar leith, mar sin nĂor lĂ©irigh sĂ© mĂshĂĄstacht lena chomharsa nua.
â Lig dom mĂ© fĂ©in a chur in aithne: Philip Kochura, do chairde Phil. Faoi lĂĄthair fealsamh saor-fĂĄnaĂochta.
âĂr Ă©isteacht chasta,â a dĂșirt Max go searbhasach.
â MothaĂtear an t-oideachas clasaiceach. TĂĄ brĂłn orm, nĂor ghlac mĂ© d'ainm, a chara.
â Uas. Faoi lĂĄthair eolaĂ tuar dĂłchais inti atĂĄ tar Ă©is Ă©alĂș Ăłn sclĂĄbhaĂocht chorparĂĄideach ar feadh lae.
âBoris,â chuir Boris Ă© fĂ©in in aithne go drogallach.
- An ligfeĂĄ dom do dheoch a thugann beatha a bhlaiseadh? TĂĄ an tart Ădithe go hiomlĂĄn orm.
Bhreathnaigh Boris ar an taobhlĂne ar a chara gan chuireadh gan crĂĄ, ach thĂłg sĂ© buidĂ©al beorach as a mhĂĄla droma.
- Go raibh mĂle maith agat. - Thit Phil ina thost ar feadh tamaill, ag sĂș ar an freebie. âMar sin, maidir leis an gcomhrĂĄ a chuala mĂ© trĂ thimpiste, gabhaim mo leithscĂ©al arĂs as an gcur isteach, ach is cosĂșil nach gcreideann tusa, Maxim, i scĂĄthanna?â
- NĂ hea, tĂĄim rĂ©idh chun rud ar bith a chreidiĂșint mĂĄ chuirtear fianaise Ă©igin ar a laghad i lĂĄthair?
- Bhuel, creid Ă© nĂł nĂĄ creid, chonaic mĂ© scĂĄth fĂor beoite agus labhair mĂ© leis.
Choinnigh Boris an mĂĄla droma go haireach Ăł shĂĄruithe breise Phil. B'fhĂ©idir go mbeadh an t-amhras atĂĄ scrĂofa ar a aghaidh in Ă©ad le paleontologist a rinne argĂłint le cruthaitheoir, amhail is dĂĄ mba rud Ă© nach ndearna sĂ© fĂ©in magadh ar a chomrĂĄdaĂ as a bheith leadrĂĄnach nĂłimĂ©ad Ăł shin.
- Kittens fĂorĂșil crĂĄite? Ceart go leor, is bĂłthar fada Ă©, tĂ©igh ar aghaidh agus inis dom,â dâaontaigh Max go hĂ©asca.
â Thosaigh mo scĂ©al siar sa bhliain 2120. Am uafĂĄsach a bhĂ ann: bhĂ taibhsĂ na stĂĄt tite fĂłs ag fĂĄnaĂocht ar an ngrianchĂłras. Agus bhĂ fonn ormsa, Ăłg, lĂĄidir, nach bhfuil mar atĂĄim anois, dul i ngleic leis na corparĂĄidĂ uilelĂĄithreach. Ag an am sin, bhĂ nĂ©archips fĂłs ĂĄ dtĂĄirgeadh leis an rogha an nasc gan sreang a dhĂchumasĂș. Cheadaigh sliseanna den sĂłrt sin duine cliste go leor. Sna blianta sin, bhĂ mĂ© eolach ar chasta na hoibre mĂdhleathaĂ. Anois, ar ndĂłigh, nĂl aon duine ag cur isteach ar ailtireacht dhĂșnta na haiseanna go lĂ©ir ar dtĂșs, chomh maith leis na calafoirt gan sreang a bhĂonn ar oscailt i gcĂłnaĂ ar an sliseanna. TĂĄ a fhios agat go bhfuil calafoirt 10 go 1000 ar an sliseanna oscailte i gcĂłnaĂ.
âGo raibh maith agat, tĂĄ a fhios againn,â dheimhnigh Max.
- An bhfuil a fhios agat cén fåth a bhfuil gå leo?
â FaisnĂ©is seirbhĂse a tharchur.
â Sea, chomh maith le faisnĂ©is seirbhĂse, tarchuirtear go leor rudaĂ trĂothu. Mar shampla, d'aontaigh forbrĂłirĂ bogearraĂ cosmaideacha le fada na calafoirt seo a ĂșsĂĄid freisin. Seachas sin, mĂĄ ĂșsĂĄideann tĂș cinn rialta, ansin nĂ gĂĄ do ghnĂĄthdhaoine ach balla dĂłiteĂĄin a shuiteĂĄil agus beidh cliaint na n-oifigĂ sin le feiceĂĄil ina mbunfhoirm. Ach is Ă© an rud is mĂł nĂĄ nach bhfuil aon imnĂ ar Ă©inne i ndĂĄirĂre gur baineadh a gceart chun prĂobhĂĄideachta amach ...
- TĂĄ sĂ© an-brĂłnach, i ndĂĄirĂre. âTĂĄ aifĂ©ala mĂłr orainn faoin bprĂobhĂĄideacht caillte,â a dĂșirt Max i nguth dâaon ghnĂł, âAch bhĂ an chuma ar an scĂ©al go raibh tĂș chun labhairt faoi scĂĄth athbheochan.â
- Sin a bhfuil mĂ© chun tosaigh. Ă, nach fĂ©idir leat do scornach a fhliuchadh beagĂĄn? - D'fhiafraigh Phil, ag taispeĂĄint buidĂ©al folamh agus chas sĂ© go cĂșramach i dtreo Boris, ach thĂĄinig sĂ© trasna ar chuma deilgneach nach raibh go leor. Mar sin, nuair a bhĂonn tĂș gafa ag cĂșl iontach Ă©igin, ritheann tĂș ar aghaidh mar chapall grĂosaithe. Nuair a bhĂ mĂ© Ăłg, bhĂ mĂ© a leithĂ©id de chapall galloping. Nuair a thĂ©ann tĂș i dtreise i ngan fhios duit an bĂłthar, bĂonn an domhan mĂłrthimpeall ort ar crith agus ar snĂĄmh i gceo dearg, agus focail an chĂșis bĂĄite i ruaim crĂșba. ShĂl mĂ© go bhfĂ©adfainn gach rud a lĂĄimhseĂĄil agus go bhfĂ©adfainn an bealach is giorra chuig an sprioc a rith in am ar bith. Ach dĂșirt na seanĂłirĂ i gceart nĂĄr cheart go mbeadh fĂor- samurai ag lorg bealaĂ Ă©asca ...
- Ăist, a chara, tuigim gur fealsamh thĂș agus Ă© sin ar fad, ach nach fĂ©idir linn teacht go tapa ar an bpointe?
âCad atĂĄ tĂș a dhĂ©anamh, a Max?â Dhreap Boris isteach go corrach, âFuair ââââmĂ© duine Ă©igin chun Ă©isteacht leis.â
- Ceart go leor, a Bhur, lig don fhear crĂochnĂș.
âBhuel, bhĂ mĂ© ag rith, gan fhios agam an bealach, agus ansin chaith siad cailĂn thart ar mo mhuineĂĄl agus tharraing mĂ© sĂos an fĂĄna. Agus mar sin go tapa agus gan choinne, amhail is dĂĄ mba doll rag-willed mĂ©. Agus thosaigh an titim, is cosĂșil, le nonsense iomlĂĄn: tugadh tasc tĂĄbhachtach dom, agus chun crĂche comhcheilg bhĂ orm a bheith ina ĂĄitritheoir go sealadach ar an aisling Martian ...
- Mar sin, bhĂ tĂș i aisling Martian? â Max perked suas. â Inis dom, cĂ©n chuma atĂĄ uirthi?
"NĂ fĂ©idir liom cur sĂos a dhĂ©anamh air i mbeagĂĄn focal." Is iomaĂ uair a bhĂ mĂ© ann. Faoi lĂĄthair, tĂĄ dhĂĄ bhliain caite Ăł thosaigh muid. Ach fuair mĂ© margadh maith le dĂ©anaĂ, mar sin beidh mĂ© ann arĂs go luath. Ar feadh trĂ©imhse iomlĂĄn cĂșig bliana, go litriĂșil nĂ leor cĂșpla creeps. I ndĂĄirĂre lousy, tĂĄ an aisling Martian cosĂșil le aisling ĂĄlainn, beoga. TĂĄ sĂ© deacair cuimhneamh ar na sonraĂ, ach ba mhaith liom dul ar ais. BeagĂĄn nĂos mĂł agus beidh an traein stinking seo agus ĂĄr gcomhrĂĄ ina aisling mhĂthaitneamhach, ach neamhdhĂobhĂĄlach ann... Diabhal, a chara, tĂĄ mo scornach an-tirim, tĂĄ sĂ© fĂor-amh. - StĂĄn Phil go greedily ar an mĂĄla droma draĂochta.
- A stór, tabhair féasta dår gcara.
Thug Boris aghaidh ar Max le cuma thar a bheith léiritheach, ach roinn sé an buidéal.
- Mar sin, i do bhrionglĂłid Martian cuimhin leat fĂłs saol fĂor?
â...TĂĄ, tĂĄ roghanna Ă©agsĂșla ann,â nĂor fhreagair Phil ar an bpointe boise, ag glacadh spleodrach maith den elixir leighis ar dtĂșs. - MĂĄ tĂĄ cuimhnĂ cinn ina chĂșis le mĂchompord dofhulaingthe, cuirfear deireadh leo, gan aon fhadhb, ach amhĂĄin mĂĄ cheannaĂonn tĂș an rogha gan teorainn. NĂ raibh an cineĂĄl sin airgid riamh agam i mo shaol, mar sin caithfidh mĂ© a bheith sĂĄsta le taisteal ar feadh trĂ nĂł ceithre bliana. Ar thurais ghearra agus mheĂĄnmhĂ©ide, tĂĄ cosc ââââar amnesia, ar shlĂ eile conas is fĂ©idir leat a thabhairt ar ais. Ach thĂĄinig innealtĂłirĂ anam ĂĄitiĂșla suas le hĂ©ifeacht sĂceolaĂoch cliste. I mbrionglĂłidĂ, is cosĂșil le rĂ©altacht aisling doilĂ©ir, leath-dearmad. CosĂșil, tĂĄ a fhios agat, tĂĄ tromluĂ den sĂłrt sin ann ina gcrĂochnaĂonn tĂș sa phrĂosĂșn, nĂł ina dteipeann ort scrĂșduithe ollscoile. Agus ansin dĂșisĂonn tĂș agus tuigeann tĂș le faoiseamh nach bhfuil anseo ach tromluĂ. TĂĄ sĂ© thart ar an gcĂ©anna i aisling Martian. DĂșisĂonn tĂș i allas fuar agus exhale poof ... NĂl sa rĂ©altacht lousy ach aisling neamhdhĂobhĂĄlach. FĂor, tĂĄ fo-iarmhairt beag ann: faigheann an aisling fĂ©in, ar fhilleadh dĂł, na gnĂ©ithe cĂ©anna.
â Is aisteach an rud Ă©, an bhfuil aon luach ag baint le haon tuiscint, nĂł turas turasĂłireachta, mĂĄ tĂĄ cuimhne agat air beagnach caillte? - D'iarr Max.
âAr ndĂłigh,â a dâfhreagair Phil go muinĂneach, âis cuimhin liom cĂ© chomh maith agus a bhĂ sĂ© dom.â TĂĄ rogha coitianta ann freisin an chuimhne a ghlanadh go roghnach ionas go bhforbrĂłidh an aisling Martian mar leanĂșint den saol roimhe sin. DealraĂonn sĂ© go bhfuil tĂș i do chĂłnaĂ mar is gnĂĄch, ach go tobann casann an t-ĂĄdh a aghaidh, agus nĂ ina ghnĂĄthĂĄit. Go tobann aimsĂonn tĂș tallann dochreidte ionat fĂ©in, nĂł Ă©irĂonn leat gnĂł, tuilleann tĂș go leor airgid, ceannaĂonn tĂș Villa ar an gcĂłsta, tugann mnĂĄ rud ar bith duit arĂs. Gan mheabhlaireacht: tagann gach rud a ordaĂonn tĂș fĂor. Agus nĂ bhraithfeĂĄ an ghabhĂĄil ach an oiread: caitheann an clĂĄr go sonrach constaicĂ Ă©agsĂșla nach mĂłr a shĂĄrĂș go crĂłga.
- Cad a tharlĂłidh mĂĄ ordaĂonn tĂș bua na rĂ©abhlĂłide frith-Martian ar fud an ChĂłrais GhrĂ©ine, agus tĂș fĂ©in i rĂłl an cheannaire, ag tiomĂĄint na Martians isteach i gcampaĂ scagachĂĄin, ĂĄit a mbaintear a nĂ©archips go barbarach?
âIs fĂ©idir, ar a laghad is fĂ©idir leat iad a nimhiĂș i ndlĂsheomraĂ gĂĄis, nĂł cumannachas a thĂłgĂĄil,â a dĂșirt Phil. - TĂĄ na fir a dhĂolann brionglĂłidĂ trĂłcaireach d'fhuaim a gcuid cliant.
Mheas Boris freisin go raibh sé riachtanach labhairt amach:
âAgus cheap tĂș go raibh suim ag duine Ă©igin faoi chiontuithe polaitiĂșla na mbrionglĂłidĂ iomlĂĄna.â NĂl a fhios agat riamh ar fud an domhain cĂ© na daoine atĂĄ ciontach as an treallach Ă©adrĂłcaireach atĂĄ ag corparĂĄidĂ. NĂ tusa an chĂ©ad duine, nĂĄ an duine deireanach, atĂĄ ag iarraidh rĂ©abhlĂłid a chur i gcrĂch agus an cumannachas a thĂłgĂĄil.
- Cad a chuireann ort smaoineamh go dteastaĂonn seo uaim? â Max shrugged.
- Toisc go ndeachaigh mé i dtrioblóid cheana féin le mo chuid cainte faoin aisling Martian. Ar mhaith leat freisin wander thart ar na carråist�
- Cad chuige a bhfuil fearg ort, a BhĂłr?
- Sea, cĂ©n fĂĄth seo claonadh ionsaitheach? - BhĂ ââbeagĂĄn olc ar Phil. âBĂonn gach duine ag Ăłl, bĂonn siad ar crochadh i gcluichĂ ar lĂne an lĂĄ ar fad, ach nuair a fheiceann siad brionglĂłir neamhdhĂobhĂĄlach, ionsaĂonn siad i slua agus iad ag dĂ©anamh aithrise mĂshĂĄsta. TĂĄ fearg ort fĂșt fĂ©in, ach tĂłg amach ar dhaoine eile Ă©. NĂlimid ach ag dul beagĂĄn nĂos faide nĂĄ an gnĂĄthdhuine. Agus, dar leat, nĂl aon rud olc ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh againn d'aon duine.
- Blah blah blah, whining caighdeĂĄnach. NĂl grĂĄ ag Ă©inne dĂșinn, nĂ thuigeann aon duine ...
âI mbeagĂĄn focal, nĂĄ tabhair aird, Max,â lean Phil. - Go deimhin, mura ndĂ©anann tĂș teagmhĂĄil leis an gcuimhne, ansin nĂl an aisling difriĂșil Ăł chluichĂ ar lĂne, nĂł Ăł na lĂonraĂ sĂłisialta cĂ©anna, ach amhĂĄin an fad fanachta. Sa domhan caighdeĂĄnach as an gcatalĂłg, beidh daoine beo timpeall, is fĂ©idir leat a bheith ag crochadh amach ann fiĂș le cairde. Is fĂ©idir leat a bheith pĂĄirteach i aisling pearsanta duine, beidh sĂ© nĂos saoire, ach beidh ort glacadh leis go mbeidh ĂșinĂ©ir an aisling ina dheachtĂłir-impire de shaghas Ă©igin ann. Go ginearĂĄlta, tĂĄ roghanna Ă©agsĂșla ann.
âAch is mar a chĂ©ile an deireadh i gcĂłnaĂ,â a dĂșirt Boris. â MĂchoigeartĂș sĂłisialta iomlĂĄn agus sclĂ©arĂłis forĂĄsach Ăł dâiarmhairtĂ sĂceolaĂochta.
âNĂ liomsa iad... ach tĂĄ mo chuimhne ag dul in olcas,â dâaontaigh Phil go tobann. â TĂĄ, agus tĂĄ filleadh, ar ndĂłigh, ag Ă©irĂ nĂos deacra gach uair. NĂ fhanann rĂ©altacht lousy linn le lĂĄmha oscailte. AthraĂonn an domhan de luasanna agus teorainneacha gach uair, agus tar Ă©is trĂ nĂł ceithre thurais a thugann tĂș suas ag iarraidh a fhĂĄil suas le cad atĂĄ i gceist. OibrĂonn tĂș mar rĂłbat chun airgead a shĂĄbhĂĄil ar feadh bliana nĂł dhĂł eile. Is minic nach mbĂonn go leor foighne agat, briseann tĂș sĂos gan aon rud a thuilleamh i ndĂĄirĂre... - TĂĄ Phil tar Ă©is Ă©irĂ codlatach cheana fĂ©in tar Ă©is cĂșpla buidĂ©il. Chroith Boris a lĂĄmh le hĂ©irĂ as agus thug uaidh an trĂĂș duine.
âMura ndĂșnfadh sĂ© faoi dheireadh,â a mhĂnigh sĂ©, âis Ă© seo an ceann deireanach, dĂĄla an scĂ©il.â
âCeannĂłidh mĂ© ar an mbealach Ă©,â a gheall Max. â TĂĄ rud amhĂĄin nach fĂ©idir liom a thuiscint: cĂ©n fĂĄth nach bhfuil tĂș ag fanacht i aisling Martian gan aon amnesia nĂł fo-iarmhairtĂ. Ansin beidh sĂ© seal i siamsaĂocht cothrom harmless.
âNĂ chasfaidh,â a scaoil Boris. â Is cuma cad a labhraĂonn na dreamers agus na solĂĄthraithe faoi cĂ© chomh neamhdhĂobhĂĄlach agus cosĂșil le cluichĂ ar lĂne gnĂĄth, tĂĄ a fhios acu fĂ©in go han-mhaith go gcailleann an smaoineamh seo ar fad a bhrĂ go hiomlĂĄn gan Ă©ifeachtaĂ sĂceolaĂochta. BhĂ an aisling Martian invented a chruthĂș ar an illusion de shaol sona, agus gan a bheith rĂł-mhĂłr ollphĂ©ist agus a fhĂĄil ar leibhĂ©al eile suas. Agus is rud leochaileach Ă© an sonas. Is staid intinne Ă© seo; nĂ ainmhithe primitive go hiomlĂĄn sinn, a bhfuil mĂ©id neamhtheoranta airgid agus baineannaigh go leor le bheith sĂĄsta leo. Agus i aisling Martian, tĂĄ rudaĂ prĂłsaiceacha mar aitheantas sĂłisialta agus fĂ©in-mheas dodhĂ©anta gan amnesia iomlĂĄn nĂł pĂĄirteach.
âAgus tuigeann tĂș an topaic, hic,â a dĂșirt Phil. â TĂĄ a fhios agat cad a shĂ©ideann dâintinn faoi lĂĄthair. Ă aisling phearsanta, is cuma le amnesia iomlĂĄn nĂł pĂĄirteach. Chonaic mĂ© cupcake amhĂĄin a tĂłgadh Ăł aisling pearsanta. Tharraing sĂ© scim de shaghas Ă©igin ann le hĂoc, ach fuarthas amach Ă©. NĂor fhan mĂ© ann ach ar feadh timpeall ceithre bliana, ach ba mhĂłr an radharc Ă©...
-NĂos mĂł pathetic nĂĄ tĂș?
- Sea, ceart go leor, a Boris, nĂĄ tiomĂĄin dom. TĂĄ gach rud faoi smacht agam. NĂ amadĂĄn mĂ©, tuigim cad ba cheart a bheith i dturas ceart. Agus bhĂ brionglĂłid ag an cupcake sin mar neamh, titeann gach rud Ăłn spĂ©ir agus nĂ gĂĄ duit mĂ©ar a ardĂș. CosĂșil nach bhfuil aon iontas Ăłn timpeallacht i spiorad an dĂșshlĂĄin agus na freagartha, mar sin tĂĄ Chonaic tĂĄireach ag luas iontach. Sea, agus mar gheall ar neamhdhĂłthanacht iomlĂĄn, nĂ raibh an baol ann go bhfeicfeadh daoine fĂor ina saol beag cluthar. BhĂ roinnt rĂłbĂłnna ag spraoi leis. Go deimhin, is fĂ©idir leat bot a idirdhealĂș go hĂ©asca Ăł dhuine mĂĄ tĂĄ a fhios agat cad atĂĄ le lorg. Feictear domsa nach gcoimeĂĄdann Ă©inne daoine chomh stĂłcach sin rĂłfhada. Mar sin, casfaidh siad an kinzo ar feadh deich mbliana go dtĂ go mbeidh na hinchinn bogtha go hiomlĂĄn, agus ansin dĂ©anfaidh siad a bhfuil sa bhithbhathĂĄn a dhoirteadh sĂos an draein agus ligfidh siad don chĂ©ad cheann eile dul isteach, hic,â agus chrom Phil go nimhneach.
- Feiceann tĂș, Max, leag sĂ© amach an fhĂrinne iomlĂĄn.
- Sea, cad Guy maith. Spreagann sĂ© seo ceist ghrĂosaitheach: murar fĂ©idir idirdhealĂș a dhĂ©anamh idir aisling na Martian agus an rĂ©altacht, bâfhĂ©idir gurb Ă© sin an ĂĄit a bhfuilimid. Conas is fĂ©idir liom a thuiscint, mar shampla, nach bot bogearraĂ Ă© Phil?
- Cén fåth gur bot bogearraà mé? Nà bot mé, ik.
âTarraing captcha dĂł,â a mhol Boris. - NĂł cuir do cheist loighciĂșil tricky fĂ©in.
- A Phil, dĂ©an an trĂĂș focal arĂs san abairt a dĂșirt tĂș.
- Cad? - Philip blinked a shĂșile.
- DĂreach cosĂșil le bot, nĂł scĂĄth. Thosaigh muid i ndĂĄirĂre an comhrĂĄ leis seo: cosĂșil le, ĂĄit Ă©igin bhuail tĂș scĂĄth beo. B'fhĂ©idir gur fĂ©idir leat a insint dom cĂĄ bhfuair tĂș Ă©?
- I aisling Martian, ar ndĂłigh.
âSea, sin Ă© an ĂĄit dĂłibh,â dâaontaigh Boris, ag maolĂș beagĂĄn ar a amhras i leith Phil.
- Hey, Phil, nĂĄ codladh. Inis dom.
Chroith Max an fealsamh fĂĄnaĂochta nodding.
â Bhuel, go ginearĂĄlta, bhĂ mĂ© i mo bhall den eagraĂocht Quadius. GnĂĄthchaid a bhĂ ann agus rinne sĂ© tascanna Ă©agsĂșla ar fud an ChĂłrais GhrĂ©ine. Fuair ââââmĂ© na treoracha go lĂ©ir trĂ theachtaireachtaĂ Ăł ĂșsĂĄideoir leis an leasainm "Kadar" a mhionsonrĂș ar lĂonra sĂłisialta amhĂĄin. NĂ fhaca mĂ© mo chomrĂĄdaithe riamh, nĂ raibh a fhios agam cĂ© a bhĂ i gceannas orainn, ach chreid mĂ© go raibh muid gar don bhua agus go dtitfeadh cumhacht iomlĂĄn na gcorparĂĄidĂ go luath. Tuigim anois cad Ă© an nĂ©al a bhĂ orm, agus cĂ© mhĂ©ad a bhĂ ar ĂĄr sileadh roimh laindĂ©ir an Neurotek cĂ©anna.
âMar sin, cad Ă©, tĂĄ sĂ© dĂșr, ach tĂĄimid ag troid ar son cĂșis chĂłir.â Is fearr aon rud nĂĄ cumasc Ăłn saol fĂor.
- NĂos fearr, aontaĂm.
- Conas a shroich tĂș an ĂĄit a bhfuil tĂș inniu?
âConas a dâĂ©irigh leat ann, conas a thĂĄinig tĂș ann, lig dĂł codladh cheana fĂ©in,â bhĂ Boris ag dĂșil go mĂłr deireadh a chur leis an gcomhrĂĄ. âIs cĂșis mhĂłr andĂșile sĂceolaĂochta an bruscar a bhfuil baint aige leis.â Nuair a dhĂ©anann tĂș iarracht, nĂ Ă©ireoidh tĂș as.
âNĂor thĂĄinig mĂ© ann an chĂ©ad uair liom fĂ©in,â thosaigh Phil le guth beagĂĄn leithscĂ©alach. âBa Ă© an chĂ©ad uair a cuireadh ansin mĂ© chun faisnĂ©is thĂĄbhachtach a fhĂĄil agus ansin Ă© a sheachadadh chuig TĂotĂĄn mar chĂșirĂ©ireachta. DĂ©antar faisnĂ©is a phumpĂĄil isteach san inchinn le hypnoprogram, agus ansin nĂ fĂ©idir ach an tĂ© a fhuaimnĂonn an cĂłdfhocal Ă© a fhĂĄil. Tar Ă©is dĂł an cĂłd ceart a chloisteĂĄil, titeann an cĂșirĂ©ireachta isteach i dtrasnĂĄn agus dĂ©anann sĂ© a atĂĄirgeadh go cruinn an mĂ©id a ĂoslĂłdĂĄladh isteach ann, fiĂș mĂĄs sraith uimhreacha nĂł fuaimeanna gan bhrĂ a bhĂ ann. StĂłrĂĄiltear faisnĂ©is go dĂreach i nĂ©arĂłin, agus nĂl rochtain agat fĂ©in air, agus nĂl aon iomprĂłir saorga is fĂ©idir a bhrath. NĂl a fhios agam conas a dhĂ©antar cleas den sĂłrt sin, ach tĂĄ sĂ© an-sĂĄbhĂĄilte Ăł thaobh na rĂșndachta. FiĂș mĂĄ tĂĄ an cĂșirĂ©ireachta gafa ag Neurotek, nĂ bhfaighidh siad rud ar bith uaidh.
âAgus is lĂ©ir go bhfuil an Quadius seo Ă©irimiĂșil go teicniĂșil,â a dĂșirt Max.
- Sea. I mbeagĂĄn focal, bhĂ orm eolas a fhĂĄil i aisling Martian. Is minic a bhain an eagraĂocht ĂșsĂĄid as an aisling mar ĂĄit shĂĄbhĂĄilte le bualadh. Tar Ă©is an tsaoil, tĂĄ a lĂonra fĂ©in aige, nach bhfuil ceangailte leis an IdirlĂon, agus fiĂș a chomhĂ©adain fhisiceacha fĂ©in, mar shampla m-sliseanna. Caithfidh corparĂĄidĂ a bheith ag obair go crua chun dul isteach ann. Ach amhĂĄin mĂĄ fhĂ©achann riarthĂłirĂ aisling Martian fĂ©in ar na logaĂ. Ach de ghnĂĄth nĂ bhĂonn cĂșram ar aon duine cad a dhĂ©anann na cliaint ann.
â Nach raibh eagla ar dâeagraĂocht go bhfĂ©adfadh na cuadraĂ crĂłga a bheith aislingeach trĂ chruinnithe rialta? - D'iarr Max.
- NĂ raibh, nĂ raibh eagla orm. Agus nĂ raibh eagla orm, bhĂ sprioc iontach againn ...
- Bhuel, an bhfaca tĂș an scĂĄth beoite? â Dâfhiafraigh Max de shĂor, fĂ©achaint go raibh Phil ag iarraidh na heitĂ a ghliĂșĂĄil le chĂ©ile.
- Chonaic.
- Agus cad Ă© an chuma atĂĄ uirthi?
- CosĂșil le Nazgul creepy i clĂłca dubh strĂłicthe le cochall domhain. In ionad aghaidh, tĂĄ liathrĂłid dhĂșch dorchadais aici, ina mbĂonn sĂșile gorma ag tite.
- CĂĄ bhfuair tĂș an tuairim gurbh Ă© an scĂĄth mĂchlĂșiteach a bhĂ ann? I aisling Martian, is fĂ©idir leat breathnĂș cinnte cibĂ© rud is mian leat.
- NĂl a fhios agam cad a bhĂ ann: vĂreas casta atĂĄ leabaithe i mbogearraĂ aisling Martian nĂł fĂor-intleacht shaorga. TĂĄ mĂ© cinnte nach bot daonna nĂł seirbhĂse a bhĂ ann. Bhreathnaigh mĂ© isteach sna sĂșile sin agus chonaic mĂ© mĂ© fĂ©in, mo shaol ar fad lĂĄithreach, mo chuimhnĂ agus mo bhrionglĂłidĂ truamhĂ©ileacha go lĂ©ir maidir le corparĂĄidĂ a shĂĄrĂș. BhĂ mo thodhchaĂ ar fad, fiĂș an comhrĂĄ seo, ar na sĂșile sin. NĂ bheidh mĂ© in ann dearmad a dhĂ©anamh orthu go deo ..., anois nĂl aon ĂșsĂĄid fiĂșntach eile le haghaidh mo shaol ach amhĂĄin chun freastal ar an scĂĄth, gan Ă© seo nĂ dhĂ©anann sĂ© beagĂĄn ciall ... Ansin chuala mĂ© an t-ordĂș agus lĂĄithreach rith amach , agus nuair a dhĂșisigh mĂ©, bhĂ an scĂĄth imithe.
âSea, is cosĂșil go gcuireann an scĂĄth seo aigne leochaileacha i ndĂĄirĂre,â a shudded Max.
- Phil, Ă©irigh. Cad eile? CĂ©n cineĂĄl ordĂș?
â Seol teachtaireacht rĂșnda chuig TĂotĂĄn. TĂ©ann tĂș chuig ĂĄiteanna ĂĄirithe gach lĂĄ ar feadh trĂ seachtaine ansin agus fanann tĂș le teacht ar theachtaireacht.
-An bhfuil an tasc crĂochnaithe agat? An bhfuil aon duine tagtha?
"NĂl a fhios agam, rinne mĂ© gach rud mar a dĂșirt an scĂĄth liom." MĂĄ thĂĄinig duine Ă©igin, d'fhĂ©adfainn dearmad a dhĂ©anamh air. NĂ cuimhin liom ach go raibh mĂ© i bhfostĂș sa pholl reoite seo ar feadh trĂ seachtaine iomlĂĄna.
âAn bhfuil an teachtaireacht fĂłs istigh ionat?â
âIs dĂłcha, ach creidim dom, tĂĄ sĂ© nĂos dorochtana nĂĄ Alpha Centauri.â
âRinne mĂ© gach rud mar a dâordaigh an scĂĄth,â a dĂșirt Boris ina fhocail chomh hard le searbhas a bhĂ sĂ© in ann. âNĂĄr cheap tĂș go raibh tĂș ag samhlĂș gach rud?â Fo-iarmhairt bheag a bhaineann le mĂ-ĂșsĂĄid drugaĂ digiteacha.
âTĂĄ mĂ© ag rĂĄ nĂĄr bhain mĂ© mĂ-ĂșsĂĄid as rud ar bith an uair sin.â Ach, bâfhĂ©idir go bhfuil an ceart agat, cheap mĂ© Ă©. Tar Ă©is dom a bheith ag breathnĂș beagĂĄn nĂos mĂł ar an rĂ©altacht, thuig mĂ© nach raibh i saol na mbogearraĂ saor in aisce agus an bua ar chorparĂĄidĂ ach aisling, agus bhĂ mĂ© i mo ghnĂĄth-aislingeoir dĂșr i gcĂłnaĂ. Anois nĂlim cinnte fiĂș go bhfuil an eagraĂocht Quadius ann, nach corparĂĄidĂ a dâimir cat is luch linn. Cad a bhĂ le dĂ©anamh agam? D'fhill mĂ© ar an saol sin ina raibh mo streachailt fĂor. Ansin, ar ndĂłigh, rinne mĂ© iarracht Ă©irĂ as, ar siĂșl ar feadh cĂșig bliana... ach, ar ndĂłigh, bhris mĂ© sĂos ... Agus ansin chuaigh sĂ© ar aghaidh agus ar aghaidh...
BhĂ Phil traochta go hiomlĂĄn agus dhĂșn sĂ© a shĂșile.
- Max, nå bac leis, le do thoil, lig dó codladh cheana féin.
- Lig dó codladh. Scéal brónach.
âNĂ fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© a bheith nĂos brĂłnach,â a dâaontaigh Boris.
Chas Max ar a mhachnamh san fhuinneog. Ă dhorchadas an tollĂĄin ag luascadh anuas, dâfhĂ©ach dream eile go gĂ©ar air. âSea, tĂĄ an domhan nua-aimseartha sĂĄithithe le spiorad an tsolipseachais, agus tĂĄ mo cheann lĂonta lena chruthaithe mearbhall,â a dĂșirt sĂ©. â NĂ fiĂș an ghabhĂĄil atĂĄ ag brionglĂłid Mhartach nĂĄ go bhfuil sĂ© andĂșileach, cosĂșil le druga, tĂĄ an ghabhĂĄil i bhfolach ina saol fĂ©in. Abair gur bhain tĂș amach an mĂ©id a bhĂ uait sa saol seo: chuir tĂș crann, ardaigh mac, tĂłgadh cumannachas, ach nĂ bheidh aon mhuinĂn agat nach bhfuil aon seachmaill mĂłrthimpeall ort...â
Bhreac an traein ag an stĂĄisiĂșn, ag cur isteach ar shreabhadh rĂ©idh na smaointe agus an hiss ag oscailt doirse.
â Nach Ă© seo ĂĄr stĂĄisiĂșn? - ThĂĄinig Boris ar a chiall.
- Diabhal, grab do mhĂĄlaĂ!
- CĂĄ bhfuil, cĂĄ bhfuil na sceallĂłga?
- Ă, rinne tĂș dearmad ar an rud is luachmhaire. Coinnigh an doras.
- DĂ©an deifir, Max, nĂ MoscĂł Ă© seo, mar gheall ar âan doras a choinneĂĄilâ cuirfidh siad fĂneĂĄil mhĂłr chugat ansin.
âTĂĄ mĂ© ag rith...SlĂĄn, Phil, beidh tĂș inĂĄr rĂ©altacht, b'fhĂ©idir go bhfeicfimid a chĂ©ile,â bhrĂșigh Max taistealaĂ randamach ar deireadh agus rith sĂ© chuig an slĂ amach, ag preabadh go mĂnĂĄdĂșrtha ar gach cĂ©im. BhĂ teacht le dĂ©anaĂ Ăłn Domhan ag insint.
Rinne Max iarracht an rĂ©abhlĂłidĂ gan staonadh agus a chuid scĂ©alta briseadh croĂ a bhaint as a cheann. Ach i gcĂłnaĂ, a luaithe a ghlac sĂ© sos beag Ăł ghnĂĄthamh an tsaoil laethĂșil, d'fhill a smaointe sa treo cĂ©anna. Agus sa deireadh, trĂĄthnĂłna breĂĄ amhĂĄin roimh an deireadh seachtaine, agus Ă© ag brewing tae sintĂ©iseach i gcistin bheag robotic, nuair, i bprionsabal, d'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© a bheith dĂ©anta rud Ă©igin ĂșsĂĄideach, nĂł d'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© a bheith tugtha suas ar gach rud, nĂ raibh Max in ann Ă© a sheasamh agus d'iarr sĂ©. . D'aontaigh mĂ© ar gach rud, rinne mĂ© rĂ©amhĂocaĂocht agus rinne mĂ© coinne le haghaidh maidin amĂĄrach. TĂĄ a fhios go bhfuil an mhaidin nĂos crĂonna nĂĄ an trĂĄthnĂłna, ach, ar an drochuair, ar maidin, ag lĂ©im as an leaba, nĂor smaoinigh Max fiĂș ar rud ar bith. Agus a cheann glan agus folamh, cosĂșil le balĂșn, chuaigh sĂ© i dtreo a bhrionglĂłid.
BhĂ rĂșnaĂ ina shuĂ ag deasc fĂĄiltithe na corparĂĄide DreamLand, ag spraoi le hĂomhĂĄnna amhairc athraitheacha. Ceachtar d'iompaigh sĂ isteach i blonde glamorous, nĂł i ĂĄilleacht oirthearacha fiery. Ach nuair a chonaic sĂ an cliant, thug sĂ suas lĂĄithreach an nonsens seo agus thug cuireadh don bhainisteoir, Alexey Gorin. Fear gnĂĄth, maol, meĂĄn-aosta a bhĂ ann, agus nĂ muc caol caol Ă©igin, ag lĂ©iriĂș dea-thoil bhrĂ©agach anuas ar intinn dĂolta nach raibh folaithe. Mar fhreagra ar magadh neirbhĂseach Max faoin ĂĄit le sĂniĂș isteach san fhuil, rinne sĂ© aoibh ghĂĄire go bĂ©asach agus dĂșirt sĂ© nach raibh aon ghĂĄ le Rush agus d'fhĂĄg, ag fĂĄgĂĄil an chliaint ina aonar ar feadh cĂșpla nĂłimĂ©ad.
BâfhĂ©idir gur chabhraigh an t-amhras cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad seo le Max; ag an nĂłimĂ©ad deireanach, tar Ă©is dĂł gach rud a mheĂĄ go cĂșramach arĂs agus measĂșnĂș a dhĂ©anamh ar na hiarmhairtĂ fĂ©ideartha, dhiĂșltaigh sĂ©. Mar sin fĂ©in, bhĂ praghas aisling dhĂĄ lĂĄ, ag cur san ĂĄireamh na fadhbanna leis an sean-nĂ©archip agus an gĂĄ atĂĄ leis an gclĂĄr caighdeĂĄnach a mhodhnĂș go prĂĄinneach de rĂ©ir a whims fĂ©in, go hiontach freisin. Agus dĂreach cĂșpla nĂłimĂ©ad ina dhiaidh sin, ina shuĂ sĂos ar na cĂ©imeanna os comhair an fhoirgnimh, ag slogadh uisce mianraĂ fuar-oighear, bhraith Max go raibh sĂ© tar Ă©is Ă©irĂ as obsession. NĂor thĂĄinig comhfhĂseanna neamhchomhfhiosacha de chathair witchcraft Thule chuige a thuilleadh i mbrionglĂłidĂ gan staonadh. Is beag nĂĄire a bhĂ air, rinne sĂ© dearmad go dĂcheallach agus go deo ar bhrionglĂłid na Martian agus ghabh sĂ© buĂochas leis na dĂ©ithe go lĂ©ir le chĂ©ile as greim a fhĂĄil ar a lĂĄmh ag an nĂłimĂ©ad deireanach, rud a chuir beagĂĄn amhrais agus saint bunrang air. Ag smaoineamh ar an gcaoi ar choinnigh rĂ©asĂșnaĂocht randamach agus dall air Ăł chinneadh do-athleasaithe a dhĂ©anamh, bhris sĂ© amach le allas fuar. Bhuel, tĂĄ sĂ© sin ceart go leor, toisc go ndĂ©antar daoine a mheas as a ngnĂomhartha, nĂ as a n-intinn.
Tar Ă©is dĂł na taibhsĂ ĂĄifĂ©iseacha a ghin an easpa neart inmheĂĄnach chun seasamh in aghaidh na temptations a dhĂbirt as a chuid smaointe, bhraith Max i bhfad nĂos mĂł muinĂne. D'eascair an rud a bhĂ do-shainithe roimhe seo go soilĂ©ir go soilĂ©ir Ăł cheo smaointe teibĂ faoi bhrĂ a bheith ann agus d'iompaigh sĂ© ina fhadhb theicniĂșil amhĂĄin. Dhreap Max an drĂ©imire gairme go leanĂșnach agus go tiubh. Ar dtĂșs suas go dtĂ innealtĂłir cĂłrais tionscadail. Ar dtĂșs, ar ndĂłigh, bhĂ coimplĂ©asc mĂłr aige mar gheall ar fheabhas intleachtĂșil dealraitheach na Martians thar na gnĂĄthdhaoine. Agus chuaigh cuimhne eidĂ©iteach, agus luas iontach an smaoinimh, agus an cumas chun cĂłrais cothromĂłidĂ difreĂĄlach a rĂ©iteach san intinn go mĂłr i bhfeidhm ar dhuine neamhullmhaithe. Mar sin fĂ©in, le himeacht ama, ba lĂ©ir go raibh cumas an rĂomhaire seedy nĂos suntasaĂ fĂłs. Ba Ă© an cleas iomlĂĄn nĂĄ an rĂomhaire seo a chomhcheangal leis na nĂ©arĂłin sa cheann agus foghlaim conas Ă© a rialĂș go meabhrach. Go traidisiĂșnta, creideadh nach bhfuil an tsolĂșbthacht mheabhrach riachtanach ag duine fĂĄsta a thuilleadh chun mionathruithe tromchĂșiseacha ar an nĂ©archĂłras a bhrath go hiomlĂĄn. Ach dâĂ©irigh Max as Ă© fĂ©in le traenĂĄil fhada fhada, cosĂșil le fear ag dĂ©anamh cĂ©imeanna arĂs tar Ă©is gortĂș dromlaigh tromchĂșiseach. BhĂ ionadh air fĂ©in as ar thĂĄinig an oiread sin diongbhĂĄilteachta agus creidimh sa rath, mar go raibh na chĂ©ad deich mĂle cĂ©im aisteach agus cosĂșil le cĂ©asadh. De rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile, stop Max ag mothĂș nĂos Ăsle i measc na mionlach Martian.
Tar Ă©is obair thĂĄirgiĂșil mar innealtĂłir cĂłrais, cuireadh de chĂșram ar Max ionadaĂocht a dhĂ©anamh ar leasanna Telecom sa Chomhairle Chomhairleach. A bhuĂochas leis, ghlac Telecom, mar aon le INKIS, pĂĄirt an-torthĂșil in iniĂșchadh breise ar na plĂĄinĂ©id agus satailĂtĂ an ChĂłrais GhrĂ©ine. Le himeacht ama, ba lĂ©ir mĂchaoithiĂșlacht an Domhain mar phrĂomhĂĄbhar agus bonn teicniĂșil na sibhialtachta. MhĂ©adaigh an tobar domhantarraingthe is doimhne costais iompair an iomarca, agus bhĂ na hacmhainnĂ cĂ©anna go lĂ©ir: fuinneamh agus mianraĂ, flĂșirseach ar phlĂĄinĂ©id bheaga agus asteroids. De rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile bhog an chine daonna isteach sa spĂĄs amuigh, bhĂ na chĂ©ad chathracha trastĂre clĂșdaithe le cruinneachĂĄin chumhachta le feiceĂĄil ar Mars, bhĂ an prĂłiseas terraforming an phlĂĄinĂ©id faoi lĂĄn seoil, agus bhĂ tionscadal chun long nua idir-rĂ©altach a chruthĂș san aer, agus bhraith Max baint aige leis seo. dul chun cinn tapa.
A luaithe a bhĂ tosaĂochtaĂ an tsaoil socraithe agus an cosĂĄn chucu ag rith an t-achar ba ghiorra dĂłibh, dâeitil am thart amhail is dĂĄ mba ag gluaiseacht go tapa. DhealrĂłdh sĂ© gur paradacsa aisteach Ă©: do dhuine a bhĂonn gafa sa mhĂ©id is breĂĄ leis ar feadh an lae, is minic a imĂonn am. Agus nuair a mheasctar imnĂ an teaghlaigh, tĂ©ann na blianta thart i nĂłimĂ©id. Mar sin d'eitil cĂșig bliana is fiche thart ar an toirt. D'eitil seachtainĂ agus mĂonna, cosĂșil le lĂnte de chĂłd clĂĄir gan teorainn, scrollaigh trĂd agus eochair ĂĄ choinneĂĄil sĂos. Chuaigh lĂnte gan teorainn anĂos nĂos tapĂșla agus nĂos gasta os comhair a shĂșl, agus leis an tionlacan seo dâiompaigh Max de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile Ăł ghnĂĄthdhuine go Martian a raibh aghaidh gharbh air agus Ă© ina shuĂ ar ardĂĄn brĂșidiĂșil. Leis an corda deiridh, imithe amhras agus imnĂ ina sĂșile mĂłra dubha, agus ina ionad sin, lĂ©irĂodh lĂnte reatha cĂłd. PhĂłs sĂ© Masha freisin, bhog sĂ© a mhĂĄthair go dtĂ an phlĂĄinĂ©id dearg, d'ardaigh beirt leanaĂ, Mark agus Susan, nach bhfaca riamh spĂ©ir nĂł farraige an domhain, ach, ĂĄfach, nĂ raibh aifĂ©ala ar na pĂĄistĂ. Ba leanaĂ de spĂĄs saor in aisce iad.
âSea, cĂ© chomh tapa agus a bhĂonn an t-am ag eitilt, amhail is dĂĄ mba innĂ© a bhĂ mĂ© i bhfostĂș in ĂĄrasĂĄn ar cĂos gann ar imeall an chrios bĂ©ite go domhain faoi thalamh, agus inniu tĂĄim ag sileadh tae i gcistin mo thighe fĂ©in i gceantar mĂłr le rĂĄ Io cheana fĂ©in. de Ghleann Marineris,â a cheap Max. ChrĂochnaigh sĂ© a thae agus chaith sĂ© an muga i dtreo an doirteal gan fĂ©achaint. Phioc rĂłbat cistine cosĂșil le hochtapas, ag breathnĂș amach Ăłn doirteal, an rĂ©ad eitilte go deas agus tharraing sĂ© isteach ina chuid istigh miasniteoir Ă©, gan ach Ă© a thabhairt ar ais glan agus lonrach i gceann cĂșpla soicind.
Chuaigh Max go dtĂ an fhuinneog, dâoscail sĂ©, agus doirt sruth de sholas na grĂ©ine ar a fhĂor leochaileach. DâfhĂ©adfaĂ boladh an tsamhraidh shĂoraĂ a bholadh i ngleann glas, clĂșdaithe go daingean le cruinneachĂĄn cumhachta agus Ă© soilsithe ar feadh na bliana ag frithchaiteoir grĂ©ine i bhfithis stĂĄiseanĂłireachta. ShĂn Max a lĂĄmh go dtĂ an ghrian dhĂșbailte, dâĂ©irigh a lĂĄmh chomh leochaileach agus chomh tanaĂ sin gur chosĂșil go raibh an solas ag dul trĂd agus dâfheicfeĂĄ mar a bhuaileann an fhuil sna soithĂ is lĂș ar an gcraiceann. âTĂĄ mĂ© athraithe go mĂłr fĂłs,â a dĂșirt Max, âtĂĄ cosc ââorm anois filleadh ar an Domhan, ach cad a rinne mĂ© dearmad ar an liathrĂłid rĂłdhaonra truaillithe seo. TĂĄ an spĂĄs iomlĂĄn oscailte dom, mĂĄs rud Ă©, ar ndĂłigh, aontaĂm pĂĄirt a ghlacadh sa expedition interstellar, agus mĂĄ aontaĂonn Masha. I ndĂĄirĂre nĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh eitilt gan Ă. Is beagnach daoine fĂĄsta iad na leanaĂ, dĂ©anfaidh siad amach Ă© ina n-aonar, ach nĂ mĂłr di a chur ina luĂ ar aon chostas, nĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh eitilt liom fĂ©in..."
Rug Max buidĂ©al Mars-Cola Ăłn mbord agus oighear Ăłn gcuisneoir agus chuaigh sĂ© a luĂ faoi scĂĄth na silĂnĂ a bhĂ ag fĂĄs in aice na linne. Chuir domhantarraingt Ăseal agus coinnĂollacha beagnach idĂ©alach an bhithsfĂ©ir shaorga le borradh na bithcenosis pearsanta. Rinneadh faillĂ ar an bhfĂĄsra beagĂĄn, agus mar sin ba chosĂșil, tar Ă©is roinnt cĂ©imeanna a ghlacadh, go bhfuair tĂș fĂ©in i gcĂșinne den phĂĄirc d'aois, i bhfolach Ăł shĂșile prying, ĂĄit a dtugann machnamh duilleoga buĂ ar snĂĄmh san uisce sĂochĂĄin agus suaimhneas don anam. Theastaigh Ăł Max fiĂș iasc mĂłr maisiĂșil a bheith aige le sĂșile bulging sa linn. Mar sin fĂ©in, chinn an chomhairle teaghlaigh gur cheart an linn snĂĄmha a ĂșsĂĄid chun na crĂche a bhĂ beartaithe dĂł, agus gur cheart aquarium a cheannach don iasc, agus go ginearĂĄlta, lĂonadh an teach ar fad le samhlacha de spĂĄsĂĄrthaĂ; nĂ raibh go leor iasc sa linn. . Tar Ă©is Ă©irĂ saibhir, chaith Max go leor airgid ar a chaitheamh aimsire samhaltĂș, agus d'Ă©irigh na samhlacha a cheannaigh sĂ© nĂos casta agus nĂos foirfe, ach infheistĂodh nĂos lĂș agus nĂos lĂș dĂĄ shaothar fĂ©in iontu. Mar gheall ar easpa ama agus iarrachta, tugadh tosaĂocht do chĂłipeanna rĂ©amhdhĂ©anta. Daor, dĂ©anta go foirfe, bhĂ siad carntha, stĂłrĂĄilte san ĂĄilĂ©ar, bhris leanaĂ iad agus iad ag imirt, ach nĂ raibh Max buartha fĂșthu. NĂor bhog ach an âLochlannachâ ionĂșin, saolta, isteach i gcriostail thrĂ©dhearcach le hatmaisfĂ©ar tĂĄmh agus bhĂ sĂ© cosanta nĂos dĂ©ine nĂĄ pasfhocail sparĂĄn. Agus tugadh an âLochlannachâ fĂor, trĂ chĂșram a phrĂomh-spreagĂłir, ar ais Ăł MhĂșsaem na TaiscĂ©alaĂochta Mars go dtĂ coiscĂ©im os comhair an chosmodrĂłim agus cuireadh Ă© i gcriostal trĂ©dhearcach den chineĂĄl cĂ©anna den mhĂ©id cuĂ. Thosaigh aĂonna agus cĂłnaitheoirĂ Thule ag tabhairt an long chriostail air.
Lean trĂ©ad robots pearsanta a n-ĂșinĂ©ir isteach sa ghairdĂn ar thraein ghearr. BhĂ monatĂłireacht leanĂșnach ar an gcomhshaol ag teastĂĄil Ăł phrĂłiseĂĄlaithe mĂłilĂneacha scaipthe ar fud an nĂ©archĂłrais. Chomh maith leis sin, bhĂ smacht bitheolaĂoch chomh dian cĂ©anna ag teastĂĄil Ăł shaol gan ghalair agus phaiteolaĂochtaĂ suas le cĂ©ad caoga bliain d'aois. Shreap an cĂbear-gharraĂodĂłir amach as a pholl agus, le cuma chiontach, cosĂșil le gnĂł, thosaigh sĂ© ag athbhunĂș ord sa chrĂoch faoi chĂșram.
NĂ raibh Masha agus na pĂĄistĂ le feiceĂĄil ach amhĂĄin sa trĂĄthnĂłna, ach faoi lĂĄthair bhĂ roinnt uaireanta ag Max chun taitneamh a bhaint as an tsĂochĂĄin. BhĂ sos beag tuillte aige tar Ă©is an oiread sin blianta dâobair chrua ar mhaithe le Telecom. Thairis sin, b'Ă©igean gach rud a mhachnamh go cĂșramach arĂs. Fuair ââMax fĂ©in tairiscint chun pĂĄirt a ghlacadh i dturas idir-rĂ©altach le dĂ©anaĂ agus nĂ raibh a fhios aige conas a dâoibreodh Masha leis an ionchas go bhfĂĄgfadh sĂ© an GrianchĂłras go deo chun tĂșs a chur leis an saol as an nua go litriĂșil agus go figurach. Ar a laghad, a bhuĂochas leis an teicneolaĂocht cryo-reo is dĂ©anaĂ, nĂ bheidh siad ag caitheamh fiche bliain ar eitilt spĂĄis. NĂor smaoinigh Max fiĂș ar theipeanna agus ar chontĂșirtĂ a dâfhĂ©adfadh a bheith ann. BhĂ sĂ© lĂĄnmhuinĂneach as na sĂĄrchumhachtaĂ a fuarthas thar na blianta ina chĂłnaĂ ar Mars. NĂ fĂ©idir le sĂĄrrĂomhairĂ cliste botĂșin a dhĂ©anamh. Chun tosaigh thĂĄinig conquest gan chiall agus gan trĂłcaire ar chĂłras rĂ©alta nua.
Lounging go compordach os comhair na linne, ghĂ©ill sĂ© le mothĂș taitneamhach de dĂomhaoin. BhĂ an teach suite ar chnoc beag. Taobh thiar den teach, shĂn balla an Valles Marineris isteach sa spĂ©ir i swells agus lochtanna mĂłra. Ar feadh imeall uachtair an bhalla, tar Ă©is a chuair whimsical, radaigh astaitheoirĂ rĂ©imse fĂłrsa isteach i gcĂ©in. BhĂ corĂłin de mhion-thintreach ag splancadh agus ag scoilteadh timpeall na n-astaĂrĂ, ag meabhrĂș ar an gcumhacht eerie ag rith trĂ na comhlachtaĂ miotail go dtĂ an taobh eile den ghleann. Ă am go chĂ©ile, scaipeann spotaĂ ollmhĂłr tuar ceatha thar chinn ĂĄitritheoirĂ an ghleanna, cosĂșil le mboilgeog gallĂșnach, ag meabhrĂș dĂłibh cĂ© chomh tanaĂ agus a scar scannĂĄn Ăłn spĂĄs mĂĄguaird. NĂ raibh an balla os coinne le feiceĂĄil, ina ionad sin bhĂ sliabhraonta carntha ag rith trĂ lĂĄr an ghleann. TĂĄ na gnĂĄthchaipĂnĂ oighir agus bunchnoic ghlasa faighte acu cheana fĂ©in, cosĂșil le cinn na bhfathach domhanda. BeagĂĄn ar an taobh, sa Clear bluish, bhĂ an chuma ar imlĂne na cathrach comhdhĂ©anta de spires agus tĂșir. Shreabh aibhneacha saorga Ăł iomaire agus ballaĂ an ghleann, cuireadh an chathair faoi ghlas, san oĂche bhĂ an t-aer lĂonta le boladh sultry na mĂłinĂ©ir blĂĄthanna agus an chirping bodhar na dreoilĂn teaspaigh. Agus bhĂ sĂ© seo go lĂ©ir fĂor, cĂ© go cosĂșil le aisling.
Ar an drochuair, chuir comharsa annoying isteach ar an uaigneas taitneamhach go luath. NĂ fĂ©idir le haon rud maith maireachtĂĄil rĂł-fhada. Ba bhlagadĂłir cĂĄiliĂșil ar lĂne Ă© Sonny Dimon a bhĂ speisialaithe i nuĂĄlaĂochtaĂ teicniĂșla Ă©agsĂșla a chlĂșdach, cĂ© nach raibh sĂ© fĂ©in an-eolach ar an teicneolaĂocht. BhĂ a aghaidh ar an duine ba ghnĂĄch, neamhshuntasach agus, go ginearĂĄlta, bhĂ cuma air mar dhuine liath, neamhfheiceĂĄlach gan ainm orthu siĂșd a ritheann ina mĂlte ar an mbealach chun na hoibre. Agus ghlĂ©as sĂ© sa stĂl chĂ©anna, i jeans ĂłcĂĄideacha, beagĂĄn sracadh agus seaicĂ©ad liath Ă©adrom le cochall. Agus rinne sĂ© fiĂș gan roinnt scarf buĂ frilly ceangailte timpeall a mhuineĂĄl tanaĂ.
- Dia duit, a chara, an bhfuil nóiméad agat?
Bhreathnaigh Max ar an aoi gan chuireadh le sracfhéachaint amhrasach.
- Mar sin thĂĄinig tĂș chun comhrĂĄ a dhĂ©anamh?
âSea,â shuigh Sonny sĂos in aice leis, rinne sĂ© cĂșpla trĂĄcht gan brĂ faoin aimsir, thriomaigh a mhĂ©ara ar an mbord agus dâfhiafraigh sĂ©. â An fĂ©idir leat cabhrĂș liom dĂ©ileĂĄil leis an gcibear-gharraĂodĂłir?
- D'fhĂ©ach mĂ© ar do bhlag innĂ©. Is cosĂșil go bhfuil grĂĄ agat don teicneolaĂocht, nach bhfuil?
âSea, tĂĄim ag brĂ©agadh,â chrom sĂ© air.
- Nach bhfuil tĂș tuirseach ag insint do gach duine faoi na nuĂĄlaĂochtaĂ is dĂ©anaĂ sa tionscal ardteicneolaĂochta?
â Mar sin, tĂĄ monarĂłirĂ tĂĄirgĂ nua in ann argĂłintĂ lĂĄidre a dhĂ©anamh i bhfabhar scĂ©al neamhfheiceĂĄlach faoina gcuid tĂĄirgĂ.
â Sea, tĂĄ nĂos mĂł nĂĄ go leor fĂłgraĂ ar do bhlag, idir fholaithe agus fhollasach. FĂ©ach, caillfidh tĂș do lucht fĂ©achana ar fad.
âNĂ chreidfeĂĄ Ă©, is praiseach iomlĂĄn Ă© an t-airgeadas, nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn bearta foircneacha a ghlacadh.â Ach nĂ mĂłr duit a admhĂĄil, bhĂ sĂ© fĂłs chun bĂĄis ag an leibhĂ©al is airde. GnĂĄthscĂ©al, measartha greannmhar, measartha oiliĂșnach faoin gcaoi ar bhain mo chara is fearr amach feidhmeanna nua nĂ©archip.
- Bhuel, go maith, an chĂ©ad uair eile beidh sĂ© mĂĄistreacht ar an nĂ©archip cuideachta iomaĂoch.
- TĂĄ an saol athraithe. FĂłs fĂ©in, cad faoi garraĂodĂłir cĂbear?
- Agus cad a tharla dĂł? Ghearr mĂ© rud Ă©igin mĂcheart.
- Sea tĂĄ beagĂĄn. Chuir mo mhĂĄthair-chĂ©ile, lena tiĂșilipĂ uafĂĄsacha, iad i ngach ĂĄit, agus ghearr an pĂosa dĂșr sileacain seo iad in Ă©ineacht leis an bhfĂ©ar, cĂ© go raibh an chuma orm go raibh na rialacha go lĂ©ir tugtha dĂł. Beidh screadaĂl ann anois...
â DĂ©an iarracht spĂĄrĂĄlaĂscĂĄileĂĄin speisialta tiĂșilipe a shuiteĂĄil go ciĂșin ar an tslis do do mhĂĄthair-chĂ©ile, nĂ thabharfaidh sĂ an difrĂocht faoi deara fiĂș. Ceart go leor, tabhair dom an focal faire le haghaidh do phĂosa sileacain.
Chuaigh Max isteach i gcomhĂ©adan gan sreang an phĂosa crua-earraĂ gairdĂn agus, mar is gnĂĄch, ag luasghĂ©arĂș ar shreabhadh ama suibiachtĂșla, ceartaigh sĂ© go tapa botĂșin soilĂ©ire an ĂșsĂĄideora roimhe seo.
- Arna dhéanamh, anois gearrfaidh sé a chuid gruaige de réir na rialacha.
- Maith thĂș, Max. TĂĄ a fhios agat, tĂĄ mĂ© chomh tuirseach de ligean.
- NĂĄ lig ort. ScrĂobh go hionraic gur bullshit iomlĂĄn iad nĂ©archips Ăł N.
â Is costas de mo ghairm Ă an aisteoireacht. TĂĄ a fhios agat, mĂĄ scrĂobhann tĂș le tallann faoi cĂ© mhĂ©ad a tharraingĂonn nĂ©archips Ăł N. i ndĂĄirĂre, is cinnte go mbeidh ionadaĂ Ăł M. a iarrfaidh ort cĂșpla post nĂos mĂł a scrĂobh sa spiorad cĂ©anna. TĂĄ sĂ© deacair cur i gcoinne.
- BĂodh an ceart agat.
"Ceart go leor, ar a laghad leatsa nĂ gĂĄ dom ligean ort."
- NĂ fiĂș Ă©, a bheith macĂĄnta. TĂĄ na nĂ©archips seo ionamsa, cosĂșil le glitches sa chĂłras oibriĂșchĂĄin nua Telecom. Mar sin nĂ mise do spriocghrĂșpa.
- Sea, nĂl sĂ© olc a bheith i do superman.
- CĂ©n chiall?
âSea, go litriĂșil,â dâfhreagair Sonny go mistĂ©ireach, agus Ă© ag cliceĂĄil go hooliganly ar cheann de na rĂłbait a bhĂ ag snĂĄmh timpeall Max. â An maith leat rĂłl sĂĄrfhear?
- NĂ imrĂm rĂłil ar bith.
- TĂĄimid go lĂ©ir ag imirt. TĂĄ rĂłl ĂĄ imirt agam, tĂĄ tĂș ag imirt, ach tĂĄ mo script lĂ©ite agam agus nĂl sĂ© lĂ©ite agat fĂłs.
- Agus cad Ă© do rĂłl?
- Bhuel, an rĂłl atĂĄ ag comharsa beagĂĄn dull i gcoinne a bhfuil do chumas iontach breathnĂș fiĂș nĂos mĂł thar cionn.
- I ndĂĄirĂre? â Phl Max ar a chola agus iontas air. - Comhghairdeas, is cosĂșil go bhfuil ag Ă©irĂ go maith leat.
- Ag iarraidhâŠ
"Ăist, a chomharsa, tĂĄ tĂș aisteach inniu, ba chĂłir dom dul abhaile agus codladh." Go hionraic, bhĂ mĂ© ag iarraidh a bheith ina n-aonar, agus gan dul ar mire leat.
- Tuigim, tĂș, i ndĂĄirĂre, shamhlaigh i gcĂłnaĂ a bheith ina n-aonar.
- Sea, tĂĄ aisling agam a bheith ina n-aonar faoi lĂĄthair, ar feadh cĂșpla uair an chloig ar a laghad.
- Ceart go leor, a Max, fĂĄgaimis an leithscĂ©al. NĂl mĂ© ag ligean ort. Go hionraic, tĂĄ aisling agam freisin a bheith i mo aonar, nĂl aon duine ag teastĂĄil uaim ach an oiread. NĂ fhĂĄgann na mothĂșchĂĄin agus na caidrimh dhaonna ridiciĂșla seo go lĂ©ir ach tĂș ag fulaingt agus ag cur as duit Ăł rudaĂ fĂorthĂĄbhachtacha. CĂ©n fĂĄth dul trĂd na timthriallta ridiculous de rebirth. Rugadh Ă©, d'fhĂĄs sĂ© suas, thit i ngrĂĄ, bhĂ leanaĂ aige, d'ardaigh siad, phĂłs a bhean chĂ©ile - fuair sĂ© colscartha, agus d'fhĂĄg na leanaĂ agus rinne siad an rud cĂ©anna arĂs agus arĂs eile. CĂ© chomh deas is a bheadh ââsĂ© briseadh amach as an gciorcal fĂ, a bheith i do mheaisĂn dĂspreagthach, cliste agus maireachtĂĄil go deo.
- Sea, is leath meaisĂn mĂ© cheana fĂ©in. Agus cĂ©n fĂĄth nĂĄr thaitin na pĂĄistĂ leat?
âBhĂ sĂ© i gceist agam go mbeadh sĂ© go deas meon idĂ©alach a bheith agat sa saol fĂor.â
- CĂ©n sĂłrt domhan a bhfuilimid, dar leat?
â Is Ă an cheist fealsĂșnach an bhfuil gach rud timpeall orainn ach figment dĂĄr samhlaĂocht. Smaoinigh air.
- Sea, is é an lår leath. Is cinnte go bhfuil leath den domhan thart orainn mar thoradh ar phróiseåil comhartha digiteach, agus an leath eile, cé a fhios.
â Iarr ort fĂ©in agus dĂ©an iarracht freagra macĂĄnta a thabhairt: an bhfuil an rud a fheiceann tĂș fĂor?
Bhreathnaigh Max ar a idirghabhĂĄlaĂ le meascĂĄn de chomhthĂ©acsĂșlacht agus ĂorĂłin bheag.
- TĂĄ sĂ© dodhĂ©anta ceisteanna den sĂłrt sin a fhreagairt. Go bunĂșsach nĂ bhrĂ©agnaĂtear na postulates Gnostic seo, mar a dhĂ©antar iarracht a chruthĂș go bhfuil aigne nĂos airde ann.
- Ach ba chĂłir dĂșinn iarracht a dhĂ©anamh? Seachas sin, cad Ă© an bhrĂ ĂĄr saol?
- Is Ă© lĂĄ atĂĄ inniu ann an lĂĄ na ceisteanna rhetorical nĂł cad Ă©? Go hionraic, tĂĄ mĂ© ag iarraidh fĂĄil rĂ©idh leat go mĂșinte ar bhealach Ă©igin, ach lean tĂș go han-intuigthe liom mar dhuilleog folctha. FĂĄg do chuid comhrĂĄite fealsĂșnachta le do thoil le go bhfĂ©adfaidh an lucht fĂ©achana IdirlĂn innilt.
- Eh, Max, nĂ raibh sĂ© ar intinn agam an teicnĂc a chleachtadh chun an lucht fĂ©achana a innilt ort. Ceart go leor, dĂ©arfaidh mĂ© go dĂreach Ă© freisin: is prĂosĂșn Ă© do dhomhan, tĂĄ laigĂ agus easnaimh an duine tar Ă©is tĂș a threorĂș chuig cage Ăłrga. Faigh bealach amach as seo, cruthaigh gur fiĂș duit cumhacht a fhĂĄil ar shaol na scĂĄthanna.
- NĂl mĂ© ag dul a chuardach le haghaidh rud ar bith. Cad a bhfuil tĂș ag gabhĂĄil leis i ndĂĄirĂre?
D'fhĂ©ach Sonny i ndĂĄirĂre ar dhaoine eatarthu.
- Bhuel, is dĂłcha ar feadh nĂłimĂ©ad go bhfuil an domhan thart ar phrĂosĂșn fĂor. An bhfuil cĂșram ort, nĂł an bhfuil tĂș dĂreach ag imirt liomsa?
- Is maith liom mo shaol i ndĂĄirĂre, agus tĂĄ na hionchais fĂ©ideartha iontach iontach. Is Ă© an t-aon rud atĂĄ uaim nĂĄ gan dul ar eitilt idir-rĂ©altach i leithlisiĂș iontach, is cuma cad a cheapann tĂș. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, nĂor inis mĂ© duit, tairgeadh dom pĂĄirt a ghlacadh i dturas go Alpha Centauri.
âIs cuma an maith leat ballaĂ prĂosĂșin nĂł nach bhfuil. Agus, tĂĄ, beidh Masha aontĂș a eitilt leat chun conquer saol nua, agus beidh tĂș conquer iad agus beidh gach duine admire tĂș?
- Conas atĂĄ a fhios agat? Is fĂ©idir le duine ar bith a fhios ag an todhchaĂ.
â TĂĄ a fhios ag na jailers go dĂreach cad a bheidh na prĂosĂșnaigh a dhĂ©anamh go luath amach anseo.
- Ceart go leor, a ligean ar a rĂĄ, mĂĄ tĂĄ tĂș ar cheann de na jailers, cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș ag cabhrĂș liom, agus fiĂș mar sin treallĂșsach?
- NĂ hea, caithfidh tĂș a bheith ag magadh orm, tĂĄ sĂ© seo cruĂĄlach go leor dĂot. DĂșirt mĂ© leat go raibh mĂ© ag ligean. Faoi lĂĄthair tĂĄ mĂ© ag ligean orm gur comharsa duit, ach i ndĂĄirĂre...
- Go deimhin, tĂĄ tĂș DaidĂ na Nollag. An ndearna tĂș buille faoi thuairim ceart?
- NĂl sĂ© an-witty. NĂ fĂ©idir leat a shamhlĂș cĂ©n cineĂĄl cĂ©astĂłireachta atĂĄ ann nuair a bhĂonn soicind amhĂĄin cothrom le mĂle bliain, agus tĂĄ trĂĄ ghainmheach ollmhĂłr thart, ĂĄit nach bhfuil ach grĂĄinne lĂłmhar amhĂĄin gainimh nach mĂłr a fhĂĄil. Ă haois go haois dĂ©anaim scagadh trĂ ghaineamh folamh. Agus mar sin de ad infinitum agus gan aon dĂłchas go n-Ă©ireoidh. Ach anois, bâfhacthas dom go raibh duine Ă©igin aimsithe agam a thabharfadh brĂ arĂs do mo shaol. Agus d'Ă©irigh leat a bheith ina scĂĄth simplĂ, cosĂșil le milliĂșin daoine eile.
Sonny fhéach terribly depressed. Bhà Max buartha go mór.
- Ăist, a chara, b'fhĂ©idir gur fĂ©idir linn glaoch ar dhochtĂșir duit. TĂĄ tĂș beagĂĄn scanraithe dom.
âNĂ fiĂș Ă©, is dĂłigh liom go n-imeoidh mĂ©,â ar seisean go mĂłr Ăłn mbord.
- Ba chĂłir duit Ă©irĂ as do bhlagĂĄil. Is fearr dul go dtĂ Olympus ar feadh cĂșpla lĂĄ, bĂodh dea-am agat, nĂł nĂĄ bĂ mĂcheart dom... ach nĂor mhaith liom cĂłnaĂ in aice le comharsa dĂsachtach.
Anois d'fhĂ©ach Sonny ar a idirghabhĂĄlaĂ le dĂomĂĄ fĂor.
âDâfhĂ©adfĂĄ tĂș fĂ©in agus mise a shaoradh, ach ina ionad sin leanann tĂș ar aghaidh ag gabhĂĄil don fhĂ©inmhealladh.â Agus anois beidh muid araon ag fĂĄnaĂocht go deo i ndomhan na scĂĄthanna.
- Just a calma sĂos, ceart go leor. MĂĄs mian leat, is fĂ©idir leat mĂ© a scaoileadh saor Ăłn bprĂosĂșn, is cuma liom ...
âBhĂ ort tĂș fĂ©in a shaoradh.â
- Ceart go leor, ach conas?
- Foghlaim conas aisling a idirdhealĂș Ăł rĂ©altacht agus dĂșisigh.
Max shrugged a ghuaillĂ i bewilderment, bainte amach le haghaidh a ghloine, agus nuair a d'fhĂ©ach sĂ© suas, bhĂ Sonny imithe cheana fĂ©in san aer tanaĂ. âBheartaigh comhrĂĄ dothuigthe de chineĂĄl Ă©igin, ar mhaithe le spraoi amhĂĄin de rĂ©ir dealraimh, mâinchinn a amadĂĄn. Beifear in ann an cac a chur ina thuairimĂ mar dhĂoltas.â
ShĂ©id gaoth Ă©adrom duilleoga buĂ ar fud an uisce. DĂșirt Max drochfhocal faoina chomharsa annoying, a bhĂ suaite an dul spioradĂĄlta Ăogair lena chuid comhrĂĄite, ach nĂ raibh an giĂșmar leisciĂșil, suaimhneach ar ais, agus ina ionad sin thĂĄinig tinneas cinn greannach. âCeart go leor,â shocraigh sĂ© tar Ă©is dĂł beagĂĄn a chur leis, âtar Ă©is an tsaoil, nĂl sĂ© deacair ar chor ar bith turgnamh beag a dhĂ©anamh.â Chuaigh Max suas go dtĂ an chistin, dhoirteadh uisce isteach i plĂĄta, fuair sĂ© gloine, pĂosa pĂĄipĂ©ir agus nĂos Ă©adroime. "Bhuel, dĂ©anaimis iarracht, le linn na hĂłige d'oibrigh gach rud amach go foirfe - deatach bĂĄn agus uisce tiomĂĄinte isteach i gloine ag brĂș seachtrach." D'fhan sĂ© go dtĂ go glowed an pĂosa pĂĄipĂ©ir go geal sa ghloine agus, ag casadh go gĂ©ar Ă©, Ă© a chur ar an plĂĄta. Ar feadh soicind scoilte bhĂ an chuma ar an bpictiĂșr a reo, ach nĂ raibh Max in ann cur ina choinne - chuaigh sĂ© i lĂ©ig, agus nuair a d'oscail sĂ© a shĂșile arĂs, bhĂ deatach bĂĄn ag lĂonadh na gloine cheana fĂ©in agus an t-uisce ag sileadh istigh. âHmm, bâfhĂ©idir triail a bhaint as rud Ă©igin eile: turgnamh ceimiceach de chineĂĄl Ă©igin nĂł an t-uisce a reo. Sea, is Ă© seo a theastaĂonn uait - Ă©ifeacht fhisiceach sĂĄch casta - claochlĂș meandarach uisce supercooled isteach i oighear. Mar sin, is cosĂșil go bhfuil reoiteoir beacht agus uisce driogtha ann. CĂ©, ar an lĂĄimh eile, mura n-oibrĂonn sĂ©, ansin cĂ© atĂĄ an locht - Ăonacht neamhleor an uisce nĂł crookedness an duine fĂ©in, agus mĂĄ oibrĂonn sĂ© amach, cad a chruthaĂonn sĂ©? Ceachtar go bhfuil mĂ© sa saol fĂor, nĂł go bhfuil a fhios ag an gclĂĄr ar dhlĂthe na fisice agus, dĂĄ mbeadh na cĂłdĂłirĂ inniĂșil, ansin is dĂłcha go bhfuil aithne aige orthu nĂos fearr nĂĄ mise. NĂ gĂĄ di an prĂłiseas fĂ©in a shamhaltĂș; is leor an toradh deiridh a fhĂĄil amach. TĂĄ turgnamh fĂor-chasta de dhĂth orainn. Ach arĂs, lĂ©ireoidh aon trealamh tomhais de rĂ©ir an chlĂĄir aon uimhreacha is gĂĄ. Diabhalta,â a rug Max ar a chloigeann in Ă©adĂłchas, ânĂ fĂ©idir leat aon rud mar sin a shainiĂș ach an oiread.â
Cuireadh isteach ar a chrĂĄ nuair a bhuaileadh na liĂĄin de chuid flyer ag teacht i dtĂr ar dhĂon an tĂ. "Bhuel, d'fhill Masha rĂł-luath ar bhealach Ă©igin, conas is fĂ©idir liom cumarsĂĄid a dhĂ©anamh lĂ©i anois?"
Chuaigh Max isteach sa halla ag an am cĂ©anna lena leath eile, bhuail siad le chĂ©ile ag colĂșn a bhĂ breac le patrĂșin ornĂĄideacha, a bhĂ mar sheastĂĄn don Lochlannach criostail.
- Conas atĂĄ tĂș, a MhistĂ©ala?
- Go maith.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth chomh luath sin? Nach bhfuil Bord na nIontaobhaithe ag cruinniĂș inniu?
- TĂĄ sĂ© i seisiĂșn, ach rith mĂ© ar shiĂșl. BhĂ tĂș ag iarraidh labhairt faoi rud Ă©igin tĂĄbhachtach.
- I ndĂĄirĂre?
- Sea, ghlaoigh mĂ© arĂs ar maidin.
âTĂĄ sĂ© aisteach,â a cheap Max, âtĂĄ rud Ă©igin tar Ă©is tarlĂș do mo chuimhne, ach is cosĂșil go bhfuil mo chuimhne aifĂ©iseach. Mar sin, cad a bhĂ ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh agam innĂ© ar a trĂ a chlog trĂĄthnĂłna?â Rinne sĂ© iarracht cuimhneamh, ach in ionad taifead soilĂ©ir iomlĂĄn, thĂĄinig roinnt blĂșirĂ suas ina cheann, cosĂșil le aisling leathdhearmadta. GortaĂodh mo cheann nĂos mĂł fĂłs mar gheall ar an iarracht mhĂłr mheabhrach.
âHmm, nach bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh dul in Ă©ineacht liom ar spĂĄsĂĄrthach ar eitilt fiche bliain chuig cĂłras dĂ©nĂĄrtha Alpha Centauri,â a dâfhiafraigh Max go pointe bĂĄn agus Ă© ag iarraidh na hamhrais a thĂĄinig isteach ina cheann a sheiceĂĄil.
- DĂĄirĂre? Ar eitilt idir-rĂ©altach? Go hiontach! TĂĄ ĂĄthas orm.
Ghlan Masha go lĂșchĂĄireach agus chaith Ă fĂ©in ar mhuineĂĄl a fir chĂ©ile. Bhain sĂ© go cĂșramach as a mhuineĂĄl Ă©.
âIs dĂłcha nĂĄr thuig tĂș mĂłrĂĄn.â Is eitilt Ă seo mar chuid de thuras mĂłr idir-rĂ©altach. IomprĂłidh an long deich mĂle coilĂneach, a roghnaĂodh go sonrach chun cĂłras rĂ©alta nua a iniĂșchadh. NĂ turas spĂĄis siamsĂșil Ă© seo ar ghealacha IĂșpatar agus Satarn. Is fĂ©idir le haon rud tarlĂș dĂșinn agus is dĂłcha nach bhfillfimid go deo, ach fanfaidh ĂĄr bpĂĄistĂ agus ĂĄr gcairde anseo.
- Mar sin, cad, is fĂ©idir leat a lĂĄimhseĂĄil gach rud. D'Ă©irigh leat i gcĂłnaĂ.
âTĂĄ sĂ© rĂł-Ă©asca duit aontĂș dul i ngleic leis an anaithnid iomlĂĄn.â
- Ach beidh mĂ© leat. NĂl eagla orm roimh rud ar bith leat.
- TĂĄ rud Ă©igin mĂcheart ĂĄ rĂĄ agat.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth?
"TĂĄ sĂ© mar mĂĄ tĂĄ tĂș ag rĂĄ d'aon ghnĂł cad ba mhaith liom a chloisteĂĄil."
Chuir Max cuma nua ar a bhean chĂ©ile agus go tobann bhĂ cuma choimhthĂoch beag uirthi. In ionad gnĂĄth-chailĂn donn-sĂșl a bhĂ beagĂĄn plump, gruagach, donn-sĂșl, rinne Martian tanaĂ, aireach le sĂșile mĂłra dubha, foirfe i ngach rud, aoibh air. âFiĂș strainsĂ©ir: cĂ©n fĂĄth go bhfeictear domsa gur cheart di a bheith difriĂșil? BhĂ cĂłnaĂ orainn ar Mars ar feadh cĂșig bliana is fiche.â
- Inis dom faoi do lĂĄ?
- Go breĂĄ.
âAgus freagraĂonn sĂ© an t-am ar fad le frĂĄsaĂ aonsiollacha.â
- Conas a chuaigh do cheannsa?
- Sea, tå sé sin ceart go leor freisin.
-An bhfuil tĂș ag mothĂș tinn?
âBraithim ar nĂłs Pontius PĂolĂĄit, tĂĄ mo cheann ag pĂłgadh.â An cuimhin leat mar a chuaigh muid ar saoire ar TĂotĂĄn an bhliain roimhe sin? Gan leanaĂ, gan tuismitheoirĂ, ach tĂș fĂ©in agus mise.
- Sea, bhà sé go hiontach.
â An cuimhin leat aon sonraĂ seachas âmĂłrâ?
Fuair ââMax amach le himnĂ mhĂ©adaithe nach raibh cuimhne aige fĂ©in ar aon sonraĂ. Ach d'Ă©irigh an migraine nĂos measa go soilĂ©ir.
âKitty, dĂ©anaimis rud Ă©igin nĂos suimiĂșla a dhĂ©anamh,â a mhol Masha go spraĂĂșil.
- Sea, nĂl mĂ© sa cheo ar chĂșis Ă©igin. Ar smaoinigh tĂș riamh ar a bhfuil fĂĄgtha inĂĄr ndomhan atĂĄ fĂor? Tar Ă©is an tsaoil, tĂĄ gach rud a fheiceann muid agus a chloisimid curtha le chĂ©ile ag rĂomhaire le fada.
âCĂ©n difrĂocht a dhĂ©anann sĂ©, is Ă© an rud is mĂł nĂĄ go bhfuil tĂș fĂ©in agus mĂ© fĂor.â FiĂș mĂĄ cruthaĂodh an domhan thart orainn ach amhĂĄin le haghaidh dĂșinn a bheith le chĂ©ile. CruthaĂodh na rĂ©altaĂ agus an ghealach ach amhĂĄin chun ĂĄr n-trĂĄthnĂłna a ghealĂș.
- An dĂłigh leat i ndĂĄirĂre?
- NĂl, ar ndĂłigh, chinn mĂ© dĂreach tar Ă©is a imirt in Ă©ineacht leat.
âAhh..., feicim,â gĂĄire Max le faoiseamh.
âNĂ hea, is cinnte nach lĂonra nĂ©arĂșil Ă©,â a cheap sĂ© agus luigh sĂ© sĂos. An tinneas cinn subsided go mall.
â An bhfuil rud Ă©igin ag cur isteach ar mo chat? - Masha purred, ag cloĂ le Max.
- Sea, ar chĂșis Ă©igin fuair mĂ© tuirseach de bheith ag caint faoi nĂĄdĂșr gach rud.
- Cad nonsense, scĂth a ligean. Agus dĂ©an cad ba mhaith leat, tĂĄ sĂ© tuillte agat.
- Ar ndóigh, bhà sé tuillte aige.
âTĂĄ sĂ© fĂor, tĂĄ roinnt rudaĂ dĂșr ag titim isteach i do cheann, ach nĂl le dĂ©anamh agat ach do scĂth a ligean agus faigh cad is mian leat,â a cheap Max. Chuaigh sĂ© go gĂ©illiĂșil sa treo a raibh sĂ© ĂĄ tharraingt, ach de thaisme thit sĂ© ar cholĂșn le long criostail. Tharraing lĂĄmh bheag baineann go leanĂșnach i dtreo amhĂĄin, ach tharraing an dea-sean âLochlannachâ an radharc scamallach gan fĂłrsa nĂos lĂș, amhail is dĂĄ mba mhian lĂ©i rud an-tĂĄbhachtach a rĂĄ lena chuma.
âTĂĄ mĂ© ag dul anois,â a dĂșirt Max lena bhean chĂ©ile agus Ă ag siĂșl suas na cĂ©imeanna.
âMar sin cad a bhĂ tĂș ag iarraidh a insint dom faoi, a chara maith? Maidir leis na miontuairiscĂ iontacha a chaitear le chĂ©ile: dĂreach tusa, mise agus an scuab aeir. Ach fanfaidh na chuimhneachĂĄin seo i mo chroĂ go deo. BâfhĂ©idir go bhfuil tĂș mĂchruinn ar bhealaĂ ĂĄirithe, dĂ©anta go clumsily, ach nĂor thug aon obair a leithĂ©id de shĂĄstacht dom riamh roimhe seo. Ar feadh roinnt laethanta bhraith mĂ© mar innealtĂłir iontach, mĂĄistir iontach a chruthaigh sĂĄrshaothar. BhĂ sĂ© chomh deas a thuiscint go bhfuil an saol gearr, ach tĂĄ ealaĂn sĂoraĂ. Ba mhaith leat a rĂĄ seo go lĂ©ir san am atĂĄ caite. Agus tĂĄ mo shaol fĂor gan brĂ mar nĂ dhearna mĂ© aon rud nĂos fearr nĂĄ tĂș. Ach, go deimhin, le cĂșig bliana is fiche anuas tĂĄ mĂ© sĂĄsta leis an mĂ©id a dhĂ©anfaidh mĂ©. NĂ hea, is cosĂșil go foirmiĂșil, tĂĄ gach rud in ord, ach cad go dĂreach atĂĄ dĂ©anta agam agus cad a bhfuil ĂĄthas orm faoi, cĂĄ bhfuil fĂorthoradh mo chuid iarrachtaĂ, lena gcaithfidh mĂ© breathnĂș isteach i sĂșile na hĂ©igrĂochta. NĂl aon rud ach long criostail. An bhfuil mĂ© i ndĂĄirĂre faoi rialĂș ag an duine cĂ©anna a thug stionsal grĂĄmhar d'ainm go leor, blianta fada Ăł shin? NĂł an bhfuil rud Ă©igin eile ann? B'fhĂ©idir go bhfuil tĂș ag tabhairt le tuiscint go bhfuil cuma rĂł-fhoirfe ort. Sea, is cuimhin liom gach mion faoi do chuid, gach lĂĄthair, is cuimhin liom mo bhotĂșin go lĂ©ir: ritheann pĂ©int i gceann cĂșpla ĂĄit mar gheall ar an iomarca tuaslagĂłir a dhoirteadh isteach agus scoilteanna sa trealamh tuirlingthe mar gheall ar scaradh mĂchruinn Ăł na sprues. Is cuimhin liom go raibh gĂĄ fiĂș raca amhĂĄin a chur in ionad raca baile. â Le sĂșil ghĂ©ar, mhothaigh Max gach millimĂ©adar cearnach den dromchla. - NĂ hea, ar chĂșis Ă©igin nĂ fĂ©idir liom Ă© a fheiceĂĄil, tĂĄ gach rud cosĂșil le ceo. Caithfimid breathnĂș nĂos gĂ©ire."
Agus lĂĄmha ar crith, rinne Max an chomhla a dhĂscriĂș, d'fhan sĂ© go dtĂ gur fhĂĄg brĂș breise an ghĂĄis tĂĄmh, chaith sĂ© an clĂșdach trĂ©dhearcach ar ais agus d'ardaigh sĂ© an mĂșnla mĂ©adar ar fhad go cĂșramach. BâĂ©igean dĂł a chinntiĂș gurbh Ă© a Lochlannach a bhĂ ann, bhĂ air lĂĄmh a chur ar a dhromchla te, garbh. BhĂ an teagmhĂĄil coimhthĂoch agus fuar. BhĂ sĂ© thar a bheith deacair an long a bhaint as an struchtĂșr domhain.
- Come on, nå coinnigh mé ag fanacht? - thåinig guth ón staighre.
D'iompaigh Max go corrach, ag dearmad go raibh sĂ© fĂłs ag coinneĂĄil an mhĂșnla ina lĂĄmha, gafa ar imeall an umair agus nach bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ© Ă© a shealbhĂș. Amhail is dĂĄ mba le gluaiseacht mall a chonaic sĂ© long ag imeacht Ăłna lĂĄmha sĂnte amach. âBeifear fĂłs in ann Ă© a ghreamĂș le chĂ©ile,â a dâimigh ar scaoll an smaoinimh. BhĂ fuaim ghlaoch bhodhar ann agus na mĂlte blĂșirĂ ildaite ildaite scaipthe trasna an urlĂĄir.
- Cad atĂĄ ag tarlĂș? â Max whispered i turraing.
âNĂl sĂ© in vain gur ordaigh muid cibear-ghlantĂłir nua.â NĂĄ croch thart anseo, a stĂłr.
- Seo mar a thagann mo mhianta fĂor. Tabhair ar ais dom an fĂor-Lochlannach, nĂ criostail i ndĂĄirĂre Ă©! - Scairt Max isteach i spĂĄs folamh.
âB'fhĂ©idir nach bhfuil aon duine le milleĂĄn ach tĂș fĂ©in. I ndomhan na fĂ©inmheallta, dâiompaigh an Lochlannach ina shĂ©adchomhartha criostail gan bheatha chun aislingĂ dĂșr. Seo Ă© an rĂ©iteach is simplĂ: san amharclann ridiciĂșil seo, imrĂm fĂ©in na rĂłil go lĂ©ir, agus nĂ dhĂ©anann na machnaimh cam ach mo smaointe a athrĂĄ. NĂł bâfhĂ©idir nach bhfuil aon saol fĂor ag teastĂĄil uaim,â smaoinigh diabhal a thĂĄinig chun cinn, ânĂl an saol fĂor do gach duine, is do na Martians amhĂĄin Ă©.â Agus tĂĄ an saol seo i bhfabhar gach duine. Tar Ă©is an tsaoil, bhĂ sĂ© i gcĂłnaĂ mar seo: rĂ©altacht Ă©adrĂłcaireach agus saol na scĂ©alta fairy maith. Agus thĂĄinig na scĂ©alta fairy nĂos mĂł agus nĂos foirfe le himeacht ama go dtĂ gur iompaigh siad isteach i aisling Martian. TĂĄ Ășdar maith le haisling Martian ina bhealach fĂ©in freisin, cuireann sĂ© faoiseamh ar an bhfulaingt, cuireann sĂ© duine i ngleic le hĂ©agothroime agus Ă©agĂłir na rĂ©altachta cruĂĄlach.â
Ghlac Max cĂ©im ar aghaidh agus bhĂ blĂșirĂ den long cĂortha go soilĂ©ir faoina chosa.
âAch nĂ bhaineann sĂ© seo liomsa, nĂ ragairne de shaghas Ă©igin mĂ©, nĂor chreid mĂ© riamh scĂ©alta fairy.â
- Hey Sonny! CĂĄ bhfuil tĂș, d'athraigh mĂ© m'intinn, ba mhaith liom mĂ© fĂ©in a shaoradh?
Rith Max amach as an teach, bhĂ a cheann ag titim as a chĂ©ile anois, agus bhĂ an rĂ©altacht mĂĄguaird ag leĂĄ cosĂșil le cĂ©ir te.
ThĂĄinig figiĂșr i gĂșna dorcha le feiceĂĄil Ăł spĂĄs a bhĂ saobhadh aisteach. DĂłiteadh dhĂĄ thine gheala ghorma tholgtha i ndorchadas dĂșigh an chochall dhomhain.
- Ar deireadh a cheannaire, nĂor fhĂĄg mĂ© ĂĄit ar bith, bhĂ a fhios agam nach raibh anseo ach tĂĄstĂĄil. NĂl gĂĄ le tuilleadh trialacha, beidh mĂ© dĂlis i gcĂłnaĂ do chĂșis na rĂ©abhlĂłide, fiĂș mura bhfanann ach an bheirt againn ar ĂĄr taobh.
"Sonny, stop ag caint nonsense." Cén cineål ceannaire atå mé duit, a réabhlóid! Faigh amach anseo mé.
âNĂ fĂ©idir liom, nĂl mĂ© ach treoraĂ i saol na scĂĄthanna.â
Rinne Max, gan aird a thabhairt ar an bpian crĂĄ, iarracht cuimhneamh go crĂochnĂșil ar a chomhrĂĄ le bainisteoir na cuideachta DreamLand, a tharla, de rĂ©ir dealraimh, cĂșig bliana is fiche Ăł shin. An spĂĄs mĂłrthimpeall crackled, ach faoi lĂĄthair d'fhan sĂ© suas.
- BĂ cĂșramach, beidh do mhĂșscailt a fhĂĄil amach go luath.
âCaithfidh mĂ© Ă©irĂ as seo chomh luath agus is fĂ©idir.â
- CĂ©n fĂĄth ar thĂĄinig tĂș anseo?
- Trà dhearmad, cén fåth eile?
- TrĂ thimpiste? Ba cheart duit an cĂłras a atosĂș. Abair do chuid den eochair.
- CĂ©n eochair eile?
- An chuid bhuan den eochair nach mĂłr duit a bheith ar eolas agat. Caithfidh coimeĂĄdaĂ na n-eochracha an dara cuid, athraitheach, a labhairt, atosĂłidh sĂ© seo an cĂłras agus beidh tĂș arĂs i do thiarna na scĂĄthanna.
âĂist, a Sonny, is lĂ©ir go bhfuil tĂș ag cur mearbhall orm le duine Ă©igin, nĂ thuigim cad atĂĄ ĂĄ rĂĄ agat.â CĂ©n cineĂĄl eochracha, cĂ©n cineĂĄl coimeĂĄdaĂ?
-Nach bhfuil a fhios agat an eochair?
- Ar ndĂłigh nĂ.
âAch nĂ fĂ©idir leis an gcĂłras a bheith mĂcheart, lĂ©irĂonn sĂ© go soilĂ©ir tĂș.â
- Mar sin is fĂ©idir. NĂł b'fhĂ©idir go ndearna mĂ© dearmad ar an eochair, a tharlaĂonn sĂ©.
- NĂ fhĂ©adfĂĄ dearmad a dhĂ©anamh air. BhĂ tĂș in ann tĂș fĂ©in a shaoradh Ăł geimhle an domhain bhrĂ©agaigh. CiallaĂonn sĂ© seo go bhfuil d'intinn glan agus in ann fĂor-shaoirse a fhĂĄil. Cuimhnigh...
An gleann mĂĄguaird, an chathair, an spĂ©ir, na grĂ©ine saorga chumasc isteach de shaghas Ă©igin praiseach do-aitheanta, agus Max chuma air fĂ©in a bheith ina amoeba shapeless ar snĂĄmh sa primordial brat digiteach. Fuinneog dearg scanrĂșil ar crochadh os comhair an aigne inflamed: "Atosaigh Ă©igeandĂĄla, le do thoil fanacht socair."
"Sonny, an fĂ©idir leat aon rud ĂșsĂĄideach a rĂĄ sula ndĂ©anfaidh siad mĂ© a atosĂș?"
âCaithfidh tĂș cuimhneamh ar do chuid den eochair agus teacht ar an gcoimeĂĄdaĂ.â
- Agus nuair a chuardach le haghaidh dĂł?
"NĂl a fhios agam, ach is cinnte nach bhfuil sĂ© i saol na scĂĄthanna." MĂĄ chuimhnĂonn tĂș ar d'eochair, is fĂ©idir leat na scĂĄthanna atĂĄ fĂĄgtha a rialĂș.
â Bhuail mĂ© le duine amhĂĄin sa saol fĂor sin, a bhfuil an t-ainm Philip Kochura. DĂșirt sĂ© liom go bhfaca sĂ© scĂĄth agus go raibh sĂ© ina chĂșirĂ©ireachta chun teachtaireacht thĂĄbhachtach a chur in iĂșl.
- B'fhĂ©idir. Faigh arĂs Ă©.
- Sonny, inis dom cĂ©n cineĂĄl teachtaireacht a bhĂ sĂ© ceaptha a chur in iĂșl?
- NĂl ceann agam. NĂl ionam ach comhĂ©adan leis an gcĂłras; tar Ă©is an mĂșchta Ă©igeandĂĄla, scriosadh gach faisnĂ©is.
BhĂ sĂ© mar a thĂĄinig guth ciĂșin, saobhadh Ăł i bhfad i gcĂ©in:
- In ĂĄit shĂĄbhĂĄilte, in Ă©agmais cluasa prying, abair an eochair ionas go dtuigeann an teachtaire gach focal. Faigh coimeĂĄdaĂ na n-eochracha... Tar ar ais, cuir tĂșs leis an gcĂłras, cuir fĂor-shaoirse ar ais do dhaoine ... - d'iompaigh an guth ina chogar dochloiste agus d'Ă©irigh sĂ© as ar deireadh.
Chuaigh Max go dtĂ an fhuinneog, dâoscail sĂ©, agus doirt sruth de sholas na grĂ©ine ar a fhĂor leochaileach. DâfhĂ©adfaĂ boladh an tsamhraidh shĂoraĂ a bholadh i ngleann glas, clĂșdaithe go daingean le cruinneachĂĄn cumhachta agus Ă© soilsithe ar feadh na bliana ag frithchaiteoir grĂ©ine i bhfithis stĂĄiseanĂłireachta.
âCad anois? Go Leor!" - Gurgled Max, d'oscail a shĂșile, agus thosaigh sĂ© ag streachailt mar iasc tangled i lĂonraĂ na maisc ocsaigine agus feadĂĄin bheathĂș taobh istigh den bithbath. An aghaidh, ansin an comhlacht, protruded de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile as an leacht go tĂłin poill go mall. LĂĄithreach thĂĄinig meĂĄchan orm. Ina luĂ ar an dromchla sleamhain miotail a bhĂ mĂthaitneamhach. Chuir an solas crua a bhĂ ag splancadh Ăłn gclĂșdach fillte dall ar a shĂșile agus rinne Max iarracht Ă© fĂ©in a chosaint go corrach lena lĂĄmh.
â TĂĄ d'am seirbhĂse imithe in Ă©ag. âFĂĄilte go dtĂ an saol fĂor,â a dĂșirt guth sĂ©iseach an mheaisĂn-ghunna.
âSaor mĂ© lĂĄithreach,â adeir Max agus dhreap sĂ© amach as an bhfolcadĂĄn, ag sleamhnĂș agus gan aon rud a dhĂ©anamh amach os a chomhair.
â Cad atĂĄ tĂș ag fanacht? Tabhair instealladh anois,â a dĂșirt guth baineann tirim eile.
Chuir lapaĂ cruach na n-ordliers brĂș go docht ar Max, agus bhĂ hiss le cloisteĂĄil ag an am cĂ©anna le pian gĂ©ar ina ghualainn. Beagnach lĂĄithreach, thĂĄinig an comhlacht lag, agus d'Ă©irigh na h-eyelids trom. Bhain na lapaĂ cruach cĂ©anna an Max a bhĂ ag gluaiseacht lag cheana fĂ©in as an bathtub agus cuireadh go cĂșramach Ă© i gcathaoir rothaĂ. Ă ĂĄit Ă©igin bhĂ tuĂĄille tanaĂ waffle le feiceĂĄil, ansin sean-rĂłba nite agus muga caife toirt saor. Sheas an Dr. Eva Schultz in aice lĂĄimhe, ag tĂłraĂocht a liopaĂ go gĂ©ar agus ag cur a lĂĄmha taobh thiar a droma. Sin a dĂșirt sĂ© ar an suaitheantas. BhĂ sĂ tanaĂ agus dĂreach mar mop. LĂ©irigh a aghaidh fada buĂ an oiread comhbhrĂłn don othar agus a bhĂ ar aghaidh eolaĂ a bhĂ ag scaradh na bhfroganna.
âĂist, fĂĄgann do mhodhanna oibre go leor le bheith inmhianaithe,â thosaigh Max ag bogadh a bheola le deacracht.
- Conas a mhothaĂonn tĂș? â in ionad freagra a thabhairt, dâfhiafraigh Eva Schultz.
âCeart go leor,â dâfhreagair Max go drogallach.
BhĂ an chuma ar Eva beagĂĄn dĂomĂĄch faoin bhfreagra, go hĂĄirithe toisc nach raibh uirthi cniotĂĄil agus stab a thuilleadh.
â Mar sin, tĂĄ mo mhisean thart. Auf Wiedersehen. â dĂșirt an dochtĂșir slĂĄn le ton nĂĄr ghlac agĂłidĂ.
BhĂ sĂ© beagĂĄn balbhaithe ag cĂłireĂĄil den sĂłrt sin agus fĂłs ag tĂ©arnamh Ăł mhĂșscailt agus cĂłgais, nĂor cuireadh Max ach amach ar an tsrĂĄid, cosĂșil le sicĂn spĂonta. BhĂ an chuideachta Dreamland anois go hiomlĂĄn aineolach ar a chinniĂșint amach anseo.
Ina shuĂ ar na cĂ©imeanna os comhair an fhoirgnimh, ag slogadh uisce mianraĂ fuar-oighear, bhraith Max go raibh sĂ© deceived, brazenly agus cruelly, rud beag difriĂșil nĂĄ Ruslan tuartha, ach fĂłs an-mĂthaitneamhach. Agus ar ndĂłigh, bhĂ sĂ© crĂĄite ag an rĂșndiamhair cĂ© a bhĂ Sonny Dimon agus cĂ©n fĂĄth go raibh sĂ© ar intinn aige a bheith ina "Tiarna na scĂĄthanna" ĂĄirithe. An raibh ann ach toradh comhfhiosachta inflamed nĂł an raibh an comharsa taibhseach ann i ndĂĄirĂre? âHmm, ĂĄfach, nĂl an abairt seo sa chomhthĂ©acs seo go hiomlĂĄn oiriĂșnach freisin,â a cheap Max. - Sea, agus is dĂłcha go bhfuil saol na scĂĄthanna ceart. Tar Ă©is bhĂĄis, titeann na pĂĄgĂĄnaigh go lĂ©ir isteach i saol na scĂĄthanna, ĂĄit a gcaitheann siad am i bhfĂ©ilte sĂoraĂ agus ag seilg, nĂł i bhfostĂș sĂoraĂ. BâfhĂ©idir nach bhfuil ach bealach amhĂĄin chun âĂĄbharthachtâ Sonny a sheiceĂĄil: dĂ©an iarracht teacht ar chĂșirĂ©ireachta ... "
In aice le Max, chuaigh saorĂĄnach eile anuas ar an gcĂ©im, le grĂ©in mhĂshĂĄsta, cam Ăł chluas go cluas.
â An raibh tĂș i mbrionglĂłid Martian freisin? â ba chosĂșil go raibh fonn ar an saorĂĄnach cumarsĂĄid a dhĂ©anamh.
- Cad atĂĄ faoi deara?
"Bhuel, nĂl cuma rĂł-shĂĄsta ort."
- I ndĂĄirĂre, go teoiriciĂșil, ba chĂłir dom breathnĂș sĂĄsta: tĂĄ mo bhrionglĂłid chothaĂmid tagtha fĂor, an fĂ©idir leat a shamhlĂș?
- SamhlaĂm go bhfuil an scĂ©al cĂ©anna agam.
ChrĂochnaigh Max a chuid uisce agus, le fearg impotent, chaith sĂ© an buidĂ©al folamh suas, ach nĂor shroich sĂ© fiĂș na doirse gloine as a raibh sĂ© dĂreach caite amach.
- A scam disgusting.
Chlaon comh-fhulangach Max le comhaontĂș.
âIs Ăł na Martians a thagann an t-olc ar fad ar domhan,â a dĂșirt sĂ© go tuisceanach.
- Ăn Martians? I ndĂĄirĂre? Ina ionad sin, a thagann gach olc uainn fĂ©in: in ionad troid na arrachtaigh cibearnetacha, lenĂĄr leisciĂșlacht agus instincts primitive, dĂ©anaimid aithris orthu i ngach rud, gan leisce lĂonaimid ĂĄr n-inchinn le gach cineĂĄl bruscair forbartha acu, agus cĂłnaĂ orainn i ndomhan de. phantoms cruthaithe acu. Is trĂ©ad truagh caorach sinn, agus ĂĄr muic curtha inĂĄr n-umar digiteach lĂĄn le slop digiteach, atĂĄ go hiomlĂĄn sĂĄsta lena leithĂ©id de shaol. NĂ fĂ©idir linn a bheith trua ach amhĂĄin nuair a thosaĂonn siad ag gearradh ĂĄr gcuid gruaige!
Thit Max, le lĂ©iriĂș ar aifĂ©ala domhain agus dĂspeagadh as a chosĂșlacht caorach fĂ©in ar a aghaidh, ar an gcĂ©im.
âBhĂ am iontach agat,â a dĂșirt an saorĂĄnach go bĂĄĂșil, âLenya is ainm dom.â
- Max, a ligean ar a fhĂĄil acquainted.
â Max, ar smaoinigh tĂș riamh ar troid a thosĂș i gcoinne na Martians, i ndĂĄirĂre, nĂ i bhfocail?
â RĂłmĂĄns an streachailt rĂ©abhlĂłideach agus sin go lĂ©ir, ceart? Is scĂ©alta fairy iad seo, dĂreach cosĂșil leis an aisling Martian. NĂ fĂ©idir le Neurotech Corporation ach corparĂĄid nĂos cumhachtaĂ a shĂĄrĂș.
- Samhlaigh go bhfuil rochtain agam ar dhaoine Ăł chorparĂĄid den sĂłrt sin. Agus tĂĄ na daoine seo dĂreach mar opponents dorĂ©itithe d'ord reatha na rudaĂ mar atĂĄ tĂș.
âAgus ceapann siad gur fĂ©idir na Martians a ruaigeadh.â
- Bhuel, go dtĂ go ndĂ©anfaidh tĂș iarracht, nĂ bheidh a fhios agat.
Mar sin chuaigh Max isteach san eagraĂocht Quadius agus chaith sĂ© a shaol sa troid ar son neamhspleĂĄchas an GhrianchĂłrais.
Tar Ă©is dĂł a chuid smaointe a dhĂbirt as an moladh go lĂ©ir do na Martians, ginte ag a n-Ă©achtaĂ dochreidte i rĂ©imse na teicneolaĂochta faisnĂ©ise, bhraith Max i bhfad nĂos mĂł muinĂne. BhĂ cuma mhealltach agus ĂĄlainn air roimhe seo le feiceĂĄil go soilĂ©ir os a chomhair ina bhunsraith scanrĂșil go lĂ©ir. Rinne Max staidĂ©ar go leanĂșnach agus go dian ar intricacies na hoibre mĂdhleathaĂ. Ar dtĂșs, ar ndĂłigh, bhĂ sĂ© an-bhuartha faoi rialĂș iomlĂĄn dealraitheach na Martians thar gach rĂ©imse de shaol na ngnĂĄthdhaoine agus shuddered san oĂche, ag samhlĂș go raibh na "oifigigh slĂĄndĂĄla" Ăł Neurotek tagtha dĂł cheana fĂ©in. Agus na calafoirt gan sreang oscailte i gcĂłnaĂ ar an sliseanna, agus cumas na sliseanna fĂłgra a thabhairt go huathoibrĂoch do na seirbhĂsĂ cuĂ faoi shĂĄruithe, agus brathadĂłirĂ mĂ©id speck deannaigh, ag dul isteach in aon seomra leaky, go mĂłr eagla ar an rĂ©abhlĂłideach lag-spiorad. Le himeacht ama, ĂĄfach, thĂĄinig sĂ© chun solais nach bhfuil lĂonraĂ nĂ©arĂșla na seirbhĂsĂ rialaithe in ann ach na gnĂomhartha sin a bhfuil siad oilte ina leith a aithint, agus nĂ chuirfidh aon duine am fostaithe amĂș ag dĂ©anamh anailĂse ar thaifid roinnt friochta beag anaithnid. Ba Ă© an cleas nĂĄ gan an iomarca airde a tharraingt chugat fĂ©in. Ar ndĂłigh, mĂĄs rud Ă© gan leisce ort hack isteach ar ais dĂșnta na sliseanna agus a shuiteĂĄil cĂșpla clĂĄr nach bhfuil clĂĄraithe in ĂĄit ar bith, ansin nĂ fĂ©idir ceisteanna mĂthaitneamhach a sheachaint. Anseo bhĂ sĂ© riachtanach nĂos mĂł solĂșbthachta a thaispeĂĄint. BhĂ Max ciapadh ag lialanna mĂdhleathacha. Ar dtĂșs, dĂcheangail an nĂ©archĂłras dlĂthiĂșil go cĂșramach Ăł nĂ©archĂłras an ĂșinĂ©ara agus cuireadh Ă© ar mhaitrĂs idirmheĂĄnach, a chothaigh, mĂĄs gĂĄ, an fhaisnĂ©is ullmhaithe don sliseanna. Ansin, ionchlannaĂodh sliseanna breise, ceangailte le bealaĂ cumarsĂĄide criptithe agus lĂonadh go barr le giuirlĂ©idĂ âhackerâ toirmiscthe. BhĂ iontas ar Max fĂ©in ar an ĂĄit a bhfuair sĂ© an oiread sin misnigh agus dĂlseachta do smaointe na rĂ©abhlĂłide, mar ba mhinic a bhĂ a chĂ©ad chĂ©imeanna mĂdhleathacha ar an IdirlĂon mĂchĂșramach agus thar a bheith contĂșirteach. ArĂs, bhĂ an fĂ©insmacht is dĂ©ine ag teastĂĄil Ăłn gcĂłras oibriĂșchĂĄin oscailte ar an tslis; d'fhĂ©adfadh botĂșn amhĂĄin an glĂ©as a mhilleadh in Ă©ineacht leis an nĂ©archĂłras. Ach, de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile, d'fhoghlaim Max rianta digiteacha a ghnĂomhaĂochtaĂ a chlĂșdach agus cĂłid na gclĂĄr suiteĂĄilte a sheiceĂĄil go crĂochnĂșil. Mar sin mhothaigh sĂ© mar fhĂor-rĂ©abhlĂłideach gan eagla nĂĄ gan Ășdar masla.
Dâardaigh an mothĂșchĂĄn taitneamhach seo Max go mĂłr os cionn an tslua gan aghaidh, agus Ă© i gcĂłnaĂ faoi bhrĂș docht ag creat na mbogearraĂ dlĂthiĂșla, an rialaithe sheachtraigh iomlĂĄin agus an chĂłipchirt. NĂ raibh aon aird aige ar shrianta agus ar thoirmisc draganta, chonaic sĂ© na hĂșsĂĄideoirĂ VIP is saibhre gan masc de chlĂĄir chosmaideacha agus chaith sĂ© airgead goidte Ăł sparĂĄn daoine eile.
Tar Ă©is obair thĂĄirgiĂșil mar ghnĂĄthchuad, cuireadh post coimeĂĄdaĂ rĂ©igiĂșnach ar iontaoibh Max. Anois rinne sĂ© Ă© fĂ©in a chriptiĂș agus a phostĂĄil tascanna ar lĂonraĂ sĂłisialta do go leor leanĂșna agus chomhordaigh sĂ© a n-ionsaithe ar lĂĄithreĂĄin ghrĂ©asĂĄin corparĂĄideacha. A bhuĂochas dĂĄ fhaisnĂ©is chruinn chos istigh Ăł ghnĂomhairĂ iomadĂșla, d'Ă©irigh le emissaries na heagraĂochta neamhspleĂĄchas TĂotĂĄn a chosaint. Thug sĂ© seo bonn lĂĄidir don eagraĂocht. BhĂ sĂ© riachtanach rath a fhorbairt. Ba Ă© an chĂ©ad sprioc mhĂłr eile nĂĄ athbheochan stĂĄt na RĂșise. BhĂ Max tar Ă©is Ă©irĂ as Telecom le fada Ăł shin agus, mar chlĂșdach, dâĂșsĂĄid sĂ© airgead na heagraĂochta chun gnĂł mĂłr a rith ag seachadadh milseĂĄin nĂĄdĂșrtha go Mars. NĂ gĂĄ a rĂĄ, dâiompair na seanlonga iompair nĂos mĂł nĂĄ milseĂĄin. Thosaigh Max ag bainistiĂș saol daoine eile chomh hĂ©asca agus a bhĂ sĂ© ag roghnĂș sĂ©is ar chlog alĂĄraim. Mar thoradh ar an gcumhacht a d'fhĂĄg go raibh a cheann ag casadh beagĂĄn ar dtĂșs, agus ansin thosaigh sĂ© ag dĂ©anamh talamh slĂĄn de. Shocraigh sĂ© freisin Masha agus a mĂĄthair i bhfad i gcĂ©in sa chĂșlĂș GearmĂĄnach agus rinne sĂ© iarracht nĂos lĂș baint a bheith acu lena ghnĂłthaĂ dorcha.
Chuaigh Max i dteagmhĂĄil le doras an ardaitheora, dâoscail sĂ©, agus splanc solas gearrtha na lampaĂ fluaraiseacha ar a fhĂor, agus Ă© cumhdaithe i gculaith armĂșrtha Ă©adrom, agus ina dhiaidh sin chromĂĄin chumhachtach go leor meicnĂochtaĂ oibre. ShĂn stĂłras fada faoi thalamh chosmĂłid INKIS chomh fada agus a dâfheicfeadh an tsĂșil. Chuaigh Max, ag ainliĂș go cĂșramach idir na lĂłdairĂ scurrying, chuig a chrĂochfort. Tharraing a chulaith spĂĄis liath le plĂĄtaĂ Kevlar fuaite isteach agus lionsaĂ fĂ©achana buĂ glasa ollmhĂłra cosĂșil le snĂĄthaidĂ mĂłra cuasaithe taobh istigh den chlogad trom aird an bheagĂĄin pearsanra. FĂor, ba Ă© an rud ba mhĂł a fuair sĂ© nĂĄ sracfhĂ©achaint ghairid uaidh; nĂ raibh fonn ar dhaoine oibre ceisteanna gan ghĂĄ a chur. Ina theannta sin, shroich lĂĄmh Max go frithchaiteach don holster camouflaged chun a sheiceĂĄil an raibh an t-arm i bhfeidhm. âTĂĄ mĂ© athraithe go mĂłr fĂłs,â a dĂșirt sĂ©, âtĂĄ an bealach ar ais go dtĂ saol an rathĂșnas fĂorĂșil uilĂoch toirmiscthe dom anois. Mar sin fĂ©in, cad a rinne mĂ© dearmad sa charn bruscar digiteach: go hiomlĂĄn deceitful agus meisciĂșla. TĂĄ gach cosĂĄn oscailte dom, mĂĄs rud Ă©, ar ndĂłigh, go bhfuil cinniĂșint fabhrach dĂĄr streachailt ar son na RĂșise. NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn a bhuachan. NĂ mĂłr dom a bhuachan, ar aon chostas, mar tĂĄ gach rud i gceist. NĂlim ag iarraidh an chuid eile de mo shaol a chaitheamh ag rith timpeall Ăł chuanna fola Martian i mbeairic an limistĂ©ir deilt.â
BhĂ a chrĂochfort buzzing leis an saol. D'imigh teaghrĂĄin boscaĂ plaisteacha mĂleata isteach i bolg an iomprĂłra spĂĄis. Chaith Max a chlogad trom amach agus dhreap sĂ© isteach ar cheann de na boscaĂ. âTĂĄ ĂĄr gcuid ama tagtha,â a cheap sĂ©, ag breathnĂș go gĂ©ar ar an luchtĂș. â Beidh a ndĂłthain armlĂłn ag trodaithe na rĂ©abhlĂłide chun an post coinnĂollach agus an teileagraf a ghlacadh. Agus caithfidh mĂ© am a bheith agam le spĂłlĂĄil isteach sna slata iascaireachta sula dtosaĂonn an chaos, tĂĄ an iomarca snĂĄitheanna ann as a dtiocfaidh ceannaĂ measartha.â
Rith Lenya suas i gculaith armĂșrtha den chineĂĄl cĂ©anna.
- TĂĄ gach rud ceart go leor? - D'iarr Max ordĂș.
- Bhuel, go ginearĂĄlta, tĂĄ. Mar sin fĂ©in, tĂĄ fadhb bheag ann ... Is fĂ©idir cur sĂos a dhĂ©anamh air mar chĂĄs dothuigthe ...
âStopann tĂș leis na rĂ©amhrĂĄ fada seo,â chuir Max isteach go gĂ©ar. - Cad a tharla?
- Sea, dĂreach deich nĂłimĂ©ad Ăł shin, ar dheis anseo, thaispeĂĄin fear Ă©igin gan dĂdean agus dĂșirt sĂ© go raibh aithne aige ort agus go raibh gĂ©arghĂĄ aige labhairt leat.
- Cad faoi tusa?
âDĂșirt mĂ© nach dtuigim cĂ© faoi a bhfuil muid ag caint.â Ach nĂor fhĂĄg sĂ©, ach ina ionad sin, mar ifreann, mhĂnigh sĂ© go dĂreach cĂ© tĂș fĂ©in, cĂ©n fĂĄth go raibh ort teacht anseo, agus fiĂș a dĂșirt cĂ©n t-am. Feasacht iontach.
- Agus a thuilleadh.
âDâĂĄitigh sĂ© freisin go raibh sĂ© ag iarraidh troid ar son na rĂ©abhlĂłide go dtĂ an braon fola deiridh.â Go ndearna sĂ© go leor botĂșin ina Ăłige, ach anois aithrĂonn sĂ© agus tĂĄ sĂ© rĂ©idh chun atone do gach rud. Mar a dĂșirt a sheanchairde leis cĂĄ hĂĄit le teacht ort. Ach, tuigeann tĂș, nĂ thagann daoine fĂĄnach chugainn, ach thĂĄinig an ceann seo leis fĂ©in, nĂor thug aon duine dĂĄr muintir Ă©.
- Tuig. TĂĄ sĂșil agam gur chuir tĂș aghaidh mhear agus gur chuir tĂș an Don Quixote seo ar a bhealach?
- Uh..., i ndĂĄirĂre, choinnigh mo chuid guys Ă©. Go dtĂ soilĂ©iriĂș, mar a dĂ©arfĂĄ.
âTĂĄ tĂș chomh dĂograiseach, tĂĄ tĂș ar fheabhas,â chroith Max a cheann. âIs dĂłcha nach gnĂomhaire de chuid Neurotech nĂł an Chomhairle Chomhairleach Ă©, nĂł bheimis inĂĄr luĂ ar an urlĂĄr cheana fĂ©in.â
âChuaidh muid ar an jammer agus chuir muid an caipĂn ar a cheann.
âGo hiontach, is cinnte nach bhfuil aon rud le himnĂ orainn anois.â Mar sin fĂ©in, mĂĄ cheadaĂtear dĂșinn Ă©irĂ de thalamh, ansin nĂ bheidh sĂ© seo i bhfad nĂos mĂł. Anois, tĂĄ sĂ© in am an luchtĂș a chrĂochnĂș agus seol a chur.
- NĂ raibh gach rud luchtaithe, tĂĄ gineadĂłirĂ agus gach cineĂĄl trealaimh ann fĂłs ...
- DĂ©an dearmad air, nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn dul.
- Cad ba cheart dĂșinn a dhĂ©anamh leis an âgnĂomhaireâ seo? B'fhĂ©idir gur fĂ©idir leat breathnĂș air?
- Seo ceann eile. Ionas go ligeann sĂ© dĂł sarĂn de shaghas Ă©igin a anĂĄlĂș nĂł go sĂ©ideann sĂ© Ă© fĂ©in. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, an ndearna tĂș seiceĂĄil air agus cuardach a dhĂ©anamh air?
- Chuardaigh muid, nĂ raibh aon rud. NĂ dhearnadh aon scanadh.
- Suaimhneas sĂoraĂ, feicim. Ceart go leor, ar an mbealach seo cinnfimid cad a dhĂ©anfaidh muid leis; tar Ă©is an tsaoil, nĂ bhĂonn sĂ© rĂł-dhĂ©anach Ă© a chaitheamh sa spĂĄs.
Chuaigh Max i dteagmhĂĄil leis na pĂolĂłtaĂ agus d'ordaigh sĂ© tĂșs a chur leis na hullmhĂșchĂĄin don seoladh, agus shiĂșil sĂ© go tapa i dtreo aerghlas na bpaisinĂ©irĂ. BhĂ oibrithe ag rith timpeall ar luas dĂșbailte.
- Ă sea, dĂșirt an fear seo gurbh Ă© Philip Kochura a ainm, mĂĄ chiallaĂonn an t-ainm sin rud ar bith duit.
- Cad? â Baineadh geit as Max. - CĂ©n fĂĄth nĂĄr inis tĂș dom ar an bpointe boise?
- NĂor iarr tĂș.
- Go tapa, a ghlacadh dom dĂł.
- An bhfuilimid ag Ă©irĂ de thalamh mar sin nĂł nach bhfuil? â D'fhiafraigh Lenya go raibh sĂ ar siĂșl cheana fĂ©in.
âBeidh muid Ă©irĂ de thalamh chomh luath agus a fhaigheann muid cead.â
Rith siad isteach sa chuan lasta. Sa cheann caol marbh is gaire, idir sraitheanna arda de bhoscaĂ comhionanna, leag fear geimhle. Tharraing Max a chaipĂn as fabraic mhiotalacha.
Phil chuma go hiomlĂĄn gan athrĂș. BhĂ sĂ© ag caitheamh na jeans strĂłicthe cĂ©anna agus seaicĂ©ad. Dhealraigh sĂ© fiĂș go raibh a aghaidh wrinkled an leibhĂ©al cĂ©anna unshaven mar nuair a bhuail siad ar dtĂșs, agus na spotaĂ salach ar a chuid Ă©adaĂ a bhĂ lonnaithe sna hĂĄiteanna cĂ©anna.
- Max, fuair mĂ© tĂș ar deireadh. NĂl aon smaoineamh agat cad a thĂłg sĂ© orm tĂș a aimsiĂș. TĂĄ eolas tĂĄbhachtach agam a chuideoidh le cĂșis na rĂ©abhlĂłide.
- Labhair.
- NĂl sĂ© do chluasa prying.
- Lenya, fan in aice leis an slĂ amach.
âDĂșirt tĂș fĂ©in go bhfuil sĂ© contĂșirteach.â Is cuma cĂ©n chuma atĂĄ air...â Thosaigh Lenya ag magadh.
- Nå déan argóint, ach nå téigh i bhfad.
Tharraing Max piostal amach go defiantly as a holster agus bhain sĂ© an tsĂĄbhĂĄilteacht. D'imigh Lenya, ag tabhairt sracfhĂ©achaint amhrasach deiridh amhĂĄin i dtreo an phrĂosĂșnaigh.
âSaor mĂ©,â a dâfhiafraigh Phil.
- Leag amach do chuid faisnĂ©ise tĂĄbhachtach ar dtĂșs.
- Ceart go leor, tĂĄ an t-eolas fĂłs taobh istigh orm, abair an eochair.
- NĂl a fhios agamâŠ
BhĂ sĂ© mar a bheadh ââââbuama adamhach plĂ©ascadh i ceann Max.
- 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.
ChlĂșdaigh sĂ© a bhĂ©al, go hiomlĂĄn stunned ag an mĂ©id a dĂșirt sĂ© fĂ©in.
- Is cuid den eochair é seo, is leor rochtain a fhåil ar an bhfaisnéis, ach nà mór duit cuimhneamh ar gach rud.
- Fan nĂłimĂ©ad... Ceart go leor, nĂl mĂ© ag fiafraĂ fiĂș conas a fuair tĂș mĂ©, ach conas atĂĄ a fhios agat faoin eochair?
âTĂĄ cairde agam i Dreamland, rinne mĂ© staidĂ©ar crĂochnĂșil ar do chuid nĂłtaĂ agus thuig mĂ©: is tusa an duine ar fĂ©idir leis an rĂ©abhlĂłid a shĂĄbhĂĄil.â
- Feicim go bhfuil cairde agat i ngach ĂĄit. An-neamhchinntitheach, cĂ©n fĂĄth ar thosaigh tĂș fiĂș ag cuardach taifid dĂom i mbrionglĂłid Mhartach? Mar sin, an gcoimeĂĄdann siad na taifid seo ann ar feadh na mblianta nĂł rud Ă©igin?
âMar sin, chuaigh riarthĂłir a bhfuil aithne agam air... trasna air trĂ thimpiste... Ach is cuma,â chuir Phil isteach air fĂ©in, ag fĂ©achaint go raibh an finscĂ©al ag plĂ©ascadh ar na seams. - NĂ ghortĂłdh sĂ© duit gach rud a tharlaĂonn a chĂłireĂĄil leis an amhras slĂĄintiĂșil cĂ©anna. Seachas sin, cuireadh tĂșs le tine rĂ©abhlĂłideach domhanda anseo.
Sheas Phil suas go hĂ©asca, ag caitheamh na gcuacha chuig an urlĂĄr. Sheas Max ar ais sĂos an phasĂĄiste lĂĄithreach, ag cur a airm in iĂșl don phrĂosĂșnach a bhĂ saor go mĂorĂșilteach.
- Fanacht go fĂłill. Lenya, tar anseo go tapa.
âTĂĄ mĂ© i mo sheasamh, tĂĄ mĂ© i mo sheasamh,â dâardaigh Phil a lĂĄmha agus rinne aoibh ghĂĄire. "NĂ dĂłigh liom go gcloisfidh do Lenya."
- Cad atĂĄ ag tarlĂș?
âAr dtĂșs, bhĂ mĂ© cinnte gur tĂĄstĂĄil chasta a bhĂ anseo, ach anois feicim: nĂ thuigeann tĂș cad atĂĄ ag tarlĂș i ndĂĄirĂre.â TĂĄ mĂ© ag buille faoi thuairim go raibh tĂș ag iarraidh fĂ©iniĂșlacht nua a chruthĂș duit fĂ©in agus go ndeachaigh tĂș beagĂĄn thar fĂłir.
Chuir Phil cochall domhain air agus las dhĂĄ sholas gorma pollta suas sa dorchadas.
- TĂĄ brĂłn orm, ach tĂĄ do chuid smaointe faoin rĂ©abhlĂłid beagĂĄn as dĂĄta, timpeall dhĂĄ chĂ©ad bliain d'aois. Smaoinigh air: an bhfuil an mĂ©id a fheiceann tĂș fĂor?
- NĂ gĂĄ ach. NĂl ach ĂĄr naimhde in ann cleas den sĂłrt sin. Cheapann tĂș gur chreid mĂ© go raibh mĂ© fĂłs sa aisling Martian, agus tĂș Sonny Dimon?
- Tå sé éasca a sheiceåil.
- Gan dabht.
NĂor lorg Max comharthaĂ eagla ar aghaidh Sonny-Phil, cosĂșil le braon allais ag rith sĂos a theampall, go hĂĄirithe Ăłs rud Ă© nĂĄr fhĂĄg cuma eile an tsaoil ar an namhaid aon spĂĄs le haghaidh a leithĂ©id de nonsense, ach go simplĂ agus gan aon chĂșis tharraing an truicear. . Rinne lĂne de shnĂĄthaidĂ tungstain tanaĂ, luasaithe ag rĂ©imse leictreamaighnĂ©adach, polladh an fhĂor trĂd agus leĂĄigh marc domhain sa bhalla thall.
- Bhuel, an bhfuil tĂș cinnte? â d'fhiafraigh an scĂĄth nĂĄr tharla aon rud.
- Tå mé cinnte.
Chlaon Max go tuirseach i gcoinne bhalla na mboscaĂ, ag scaoileadh an piostal as a lĂĄmha lag tobann.
- Ach conas a dhĂ©anann siad Ă©? Tar Ă©is an tsaoil, cuma gach rud fĂor, is fĂ©idir leat do mhĂ©ar a ghearradh agus pian a bhraitheann. Tar Ă©is an tsaoil... bhĂ sean-nĂ©archips agam. CĂ© air a bhfuil cĂșram, conas a Ă©irĂonn le rĂomhchlĂĄir comhrĂĄ a dhĂ©anamh ar bhealach nach fĂ©idir iad a idirdhealĂș Ăł dhaoine? Agus tĂș fĂ©in? Cad as a thĂĄinig tĂș, chomh omniscient agus omnipresent?
â Is fĂ©idir leat freagraĂ a fhĂĄil ar na ceisteanna go lĂ©ir tĂș fĂ©in.
âIompar tĂș ar nĂłs gnĂĄth-shaighdiĂșir oirthearacha le fĂ©asĂłg sĂos go dtĂ do chorp agus comhairle gan ĂșsĂĄid i bhfoirm platitudes soilĂ©ire.â
âCuimhnigh, Max, go bhfuil ceisteanna ann a ndĂ©anann na freagraĂ orthu, fiĂș na cinn is ceart agus is fearr, ach a fhaightear Ăł bhĂ©al duine eile, nĂos mĂł dochar nĂĄ maith.â Agus cuimhnigh, nĂl aon rĂșin ar domhan, tĂĄ aon fhaisnĂ©is fĂor-thĂĄbhachtach ar fĂĄil duit ag am ar bith. Is fĂ©idir leis an gcĂłras aon cheist a fhreagairt, ach is fearr gan ceisteanna tĂĄbhachtacha a chur. DĂ©anfaidh faisnĂ©is a fhaightear i bhfoirm treoracha rĂ©amhdhĂ©anta an spĂĄs saor-rogha a chaolĂș duit gach uair agus, sa deireadh, Ăł thiarna na scĂĄthanna dĂ©anfaidh tĂș fĂ©in scĂĄth.
- Bhuel, go raibh maith agat, anois tå gach rud soiléir.
Phioc Sonny suas an arm Ăłn urlĂĄr.
- Agus anois, tå sé in am saol na scåthanna a fhågåil agus roinnt seachmaill a ghlacadh.
- CĂ© na cinn go dĂreach? BhĂ go leor acu le dĂ©anaĂ.
- Bhuel, mar shampla, leis an illusion nach bhfuil tĂș cuan aon seachmaill. Go deimhin, tĂĄ tĂș chomh lag leis an gcuid is mĂł daoine agus tĂĄ cumhacht an phantoms Martian thar tĂș ollmhĂłr. A chinntiĂș.
ShĂ©id lĂne de shnĂĄthaidĂ tungstain cos Max ina phĂosaĂ. Don chĂ©ad nĂłimĂ©ad, bhĂ sĂ© ag stĂĄnadh ar an stumpa fuilteach, agus ansin thit sĂ© ar a thaobh le groan trom.
- NĂ CĂ©n fĂĄth? â Max wheezed trĂ fiacla clenched.
- NĂĄ bĂodh eagla ort, i ndĂĄirĂre nĂl aon phian.
Bhuail an chéad urchar eile ag Sonny an cos eile.
- Le do thoil...
âIs fĂ©idir go gceapann tĂș go bhfuil an domhan cruĂĄlach,â lean Sonny Dimon ag craoladh thar an caoineadh Max. - Ach tĂș ag fulaingt ar chĂșis, beidh sĂ© cabhrĂș leat doirse a oscailt don todhchaĂ.
BhĂ an domhan thart ar snĂĄmh i gceo reddish, bhraith Max go raibh sĂ© ag cailliĂșint comhfheasa.
- Tar ar ais nuair a bhĂonn tĂș rĂ©idh. TaispeĂĄnfaidh na scĂĄthanna an bealach duit.
Crochadh an frĂĄma deireanach leis an tsnĂĄthaid ag eitilt amach as an luasaire roimh mo shĂșile, blinked cĂșpla uair, d'athraigh sĂ© go dtĂ scĂĄileĂĄn gorm le huimhreacha reatha agus chuaigh sĂ© amach.
Suaimhneas taitneamhach rolladh trĂ mo chorp i dtonnta. TrĂd an mballa atĂĄ go hiomlĂĄn trĂ©dhearcach ar dheis, d'fhĂ©adfadh duine admire an loch mĂłr soilĂ©ir ag bun na slĂ©ibhte. ShĂ©id gaoth fhuar Ăł na beanna giolcacha beaga trasna an locha agus rinne sĂ torann suaimhneach sna giolcacha. BhĂ sĂleĂĄil Ă©adrom beige, ag lasadh go bog ag luascadh go rĂ©idh lasnairde. âNĂ hea, tĂĄ mĂ© ag luascadh mĂ© fĂ©in,â a cheap Max. â MothĂș aisteach: amhail is go bhfuil ceann an-bheag agam, agus go bhfuil mo chorp coimhthĂoch agus ollmhĂłr. TĂĄ deich mĂ©adar ar an lĂĄmh dheas, ar a laghad, agus ar na cosa... Ă a Dhia, na cosa! Screamed Max go gĂ©ar agus shuigh suas ina leaba, ag tarraingt an brat go dtĂ an urlĂĄr. Cosa lom peeked amach as an gĂșna ospidĂ©il. Bhog Max a mhĂ©ar le faoiseamh. "Mar sin nĂ raibh ann ach aisling olc." ClĂșdaithe i allas fuar, chuaigh sĂ© ar ais ar an leaba. An croĂ furiously pounding calmed sĂos de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile.
ThĂĄinig duine Ă©igin isteach sa seomra go deifir. Chlaon aghaidh lom an Dr. Otto Schultz thar Max. Sin a dĂșirt sĂ© ar an suaitheantas. D'fhĂ©ach Otto Schultz go seachtrach cosĂșil le dea-nĂĄdĂșr, beagĂĄn plump Ăł bheoir agus ispĂnĂ, borgaire rĂ©asĂșnta. Ach mheabhraigh a gaze, tenacious agus bailithe, gan a bheith ata le saill ar chor ar bith, go raibh sĂ© seo rud ar bith nĂos mĂł nĂĄ faoi cheilt a dhĂ©anamh, agus mĂĄ d'ordaigh an Reich mĂle bliain nua Ă©, bheadh ââââĂ©ide dhubh an teaghlaigh le runes dĂreach ceart don dochtĂșir.
â An bhfuil do nĂ©archip lĂłdĂĄilte?
â Bhuel, mura bhfuil RĂșisis agat, is cosĂșil go bhfuil an t-aistritheoir ag obair cheana fĂ©in.
- NĂl, ar an drochuair nĂl a fhios agam. Conas a mhothaĂonn mâothar? - d'fhiosraigh an dochtĂșir go bĂĄĂșil.
âTĂĄ sĂ© ceart go leor,â a dĂșirt Max, thĂĄinig codlatacht thaitneamhach air arĂs. âAch amhĂĄin go bhfuil mearbhall iomlĂĄn orm faoi cad atĂĄ fĂor agus cad nach bhfuil.â
- BhĂ ââsĂ© seo uait fĂ©in.
- Theastaigh uaim? Nà raibh mé ag iarraidh dul ar mire.
- NĂĄ bĂodh imnĂ ort, tĂĄ tĂĄstĂĄil dĂ©anta ar ĂĄr gclĂĄir go minic, nĂ fĂ©idir leo dochar a dhĂ©anamh do psyche an chliaint. Agus beidh na fo-iarsmaĂ imithe i gceann cĂșpla lĂĄ.
âNĂl imnĂ orm, bâfhearr duit tosĂș a bheith buartha faoi conas mo chuid airgid a thabhairt ar ais go tapa le haghaidh seirbhĂse a rinneadh go mĂchuĂ,â rinne Max iarracht dul ar an ionsaitheach.
NĂor thĂĄinig sĂ© amach rĂł-mhuinĂneach agus nĂ raibh sĂ© ionsaitheach ar chor ar bith, de rĂ©ir dealraimh toisc gur lean sĂ© ag mĂ©anfach os ard. Ar a laghad, rinne an dochtĂșir gĂĄire go maith:
"Feicim go bhfuil tĂș tagtha ar do chiall ar deireadh."
âComrade Schultz, dĂ©anaimis plĂ© nĂos fearr ar an gceist airgeadais,â mhol Max.
âNĂ gĂĄ a bheith buartha, chomh fada agus is eol dom, gur Ăocadh go hiomlĂĄn as seirbhĂs an tobair.â D'aistrigh tĂș ceithre shreapĂłg agus dhĂĄ chĂ©ad zits ag an am cĂ©anna agus tĂłgadh ceithre sreapĂĄn ar cairde ar feadh sĂ© mhĂ.
â Ar cairde ar feadh sĂ© mhĂ? â Max arĂs agus arĂs eile i turraing. âNĂ raibh mĂ© in ann Ă© sin a shĂniĂș.â
âConas is fĂ©idir liom a mhĂniĂș do Masha nach mbeidh sĂ in ann eitilt chugam sna mĂonna atĂĄ romhainn, ar a laghad?â â agus Ă© ag sĂșil le mĂnithe den sĂłrt sin, bhĂ Max rĂ©idh le titim trĂd an talamh faoi lĂĄthair i nĂĄire.
â TĂĄ taifid iomlĂĄna ar an gcaibidlĂocht le hionadaithe cuideachta seolta chuig do rĂomhphost. DeimhnĂtear an conradh le do shĂniĂș, is fĂ©idir leat an bunachar sonraĂ a sheiceĂĄil faoi lĂĄthair.
âNĂ raibh mĂ© in ann rud Ă©igin mar sin a shĂniĂș,â a dĂșirt Max arĂs agus arĂs eile go stĂłcach, âbâĂ© an duine cĂ©anna mise atĂĄ ina shuĂ os do chomhair anois.â
- TĂĄ brĂłn orm, nĂl mĂ© Ășdaraithe chun saincheisteanna den sĂłrt sin a phlĂ©, tĂĄ sĂ© nĂos fearr teagmhĂĄil a dhĂ©anamh leis an mbainisteoir.
- Ceart go leor, ach nĂ shĂ©anfaidh tĂș nĂĄr comhlĂonadh an tseirbhĂs a dâordaigh agus a dâĂoc mĂ©.
âGo hionraic rinne muid gach rud a dâfhĂ©ad muid,â chaith an dochtĂșir suas a lĂĄmha. â Sheolamar an clĂĄr arĂs, cĂ© nach bhfĂ©adfaimis Ă© sin a dhĂ©anamh faoi thĂ©armaĂ an chonartha. Rinneamar seiftiĂș go litriĂșil ar an eitilt.
- Mar nach mbeadh orm lobotomy a dhéanamh tar éis do sheiftithe.
âGeallaim duit go bhfuil gach rud gnĂĄth le do psyche,â a dhearbhaigh Otto arĂs, de rĂ©ir dealraimh, de rĂ©ir mhodheolaĂocht na hAireachta Propaganda, ag sĂșil go n-Ă©ireoidh le brĂ©ag arĂs agus arĂs eile an fhĂrinne. â Sea, ar chĂșis Ă©igin, tĂĄ neamh-chomhoiriĂșnacht aonair agat leis an gclĂĄr caighdeĂĄnach. TarlaĂonn sĂ© seo mura ndĂ©antar na diagnĂłisic riachtanacha go lĂ©ir roimh tumadĂłireacht. Ach bhĂ ordĂș prĂĄinneach uait fĂ©in, agus mar sin ghlac tĂș an baol.
- Ar mhaith leat a rĂĄ go bhfuil sĂ© mar gheall orm? NĂ oibreoidh sĂ©, a Uasail Schultz, is Ă© do chlĂĄr nach bhfuil ag obair i gceart. Chuidigh siad liom an t-am ar fad chun a chinntiĂș go raibh seachmaill timpeall orm. NĂ bheadh ââaon rud faoi thuairim agam asam fĂ©in.
- Chuidigh, conas?
âAn dĂĄ uair thĂĄinig bot ĂĄirithe chugam agus dĂșirt sĂ© liom i ngnĂĄth-thĂ©acs go raibh mĂ© i ndomhan fantaisĂochta. Agus ansin lĂĄmhaigh sĂ© dom cĂșpla pĂĄirteanna breise. NĂl mĂ© ag rĂĄ go ndearna tĂș Ă© seo d'aon ghnĂł, ach b'fhĂ©idir go bhfuil do bhogearraĂ ionfhabhtaithe le vĂris nĂł rud Ă©igin mar sin?
- NĂ fĂ©idir aon vĂris a bheith i aisling Martian; nĂl sĂ© ceangailte le lĂonraĂ seachtracha.
âDâfhĂ©adfadh duine Ă©igin a bheith ionfhabhtaithe agat Ăłn taobh istigh.â
âTĂĄ sĂ© sin dodhĂ©anta,â a chrom an dochtĂșir ar a bheola.
- Bhuel, fĂ©ach ar na logs. Feicfidh tĂș gach rud duit fĂ©in.
- Maxim, tĂĄ brĂłn orm, ach is dochtĂșir mĂ©, nĂ rĂomhchlĂĄraitheoir. MĂĄ tĂĄ tĂș cinnte den sĂłrt sin, ansin scrĂobh Ă©ileamh, dĂ©anfaimid Ă© a mheas, agus dĂ©anfaimid staidĂ©ar mion ar ĂĄr gcomhaid. DĂ©anaimis scrĂșdĂș breise ar do chuimhne...
âScrĂobhfaidh mĂ© inniu,â a gheall Max go fuar.
â...Agus, ar ndĂłigh, cuirfimid do chuideachta ĂĄrachais agus d'fhostĂłir ar an eolas faoin mĂ©id a tharla,â a chrĂochnaigh Otto go mĂșinte.
- NĂl aon rud mĂdhleathach i aisling Martian.
- Ar ndĂłigh nĂ. Agus go hoifigiĂșil nĂ fĂ©idir le duine ar bith smachtbhannaĂ a chur i bhfeidhm ort...
âAch go praiticiĂșil breathnĂłfar orm mar andĂșileach drugaĂ fĂ©ideartha. SlĂĄn le hĂĄrachas gairme agus dia duit in oifig Sharashka ag dhĂĄ oiread an phraghais,â lean Max ar aghaidh go meabhrach. âTĂĄ an chuma ar an scĂ©al go bhfuilim i dtrioblĂłid dĂĄirĂre, agus de bharr mo stuama fĂ©in amhĂĄin.â NĂl, i ndĂĄirĂre, an bhfuil sĂ© i ndĂĄirĂre mar an gcĂ©anna liomsa, a bheith ar aigne sober agus lĂĄidir cuimhne, cĂșpla lĂĄ Ăł shin shĂnigh gan smaoineamh gach rud agus d'Ăoc. Chaill mĂ© mo chuimhnĂ ar an nĂłimĂ©ad brĂłnach seo freisin. DĂĄ bhfĂ©adfainn fĂ©achaint isteach i mo shĂșile fĂ©in anois.â
â Ăist, Maxim, is fearr do ghearĂĄin a chur chuig do bhainisteoir pearsanta, Alexey Gorin. Beidh sĂ© ag teacht go luath agus iarracht a rĂ©iteach go lĂ©ir difrĂochtaĂ.
- Cad faoiseamh. Agus do chlĂĄr ar bhealach aisteach a lĂ©amh mo chuimhne. MĂĄs rud Ă© le linn an chĂ©ad seoladh nach raibh mo mhĂșnla spĂĄsĂĄrthach briste cosĂșil le gloine, nĂ bheinn tar Ă©is aon rud a thomhas ach an oiread.
- NĂ thuigim go hiomlĂĄn, mĂnigh le do thoil.
â Mar leanbh, bhĂ suim agam sa shamhaltĂș. Is Ă© an pĂosa is fearr liom nĂĄ an tsamhail mhĂłrscĂĄla 1:80 den spĂĄsĂĄrthach Lochlannach. Ceann de na chĂ©ad longa RĂșiseacha a tĂłgadh ag tĂșs na taiscĂ©alaĂochta ar an gCĂłras GrĂ©ine. Mar sin, bhĂ sĂ© i lĂĄthair freisin le linn an tumadĂłireachta, agus nuair a thit mĂ© Ă©, bhris sĂ©, amhail is dĂĄ mba dĂ©anta as gloine Ă©. Mar sin thuig mĂ© nach bhfuil an domhan thart orm fĂor.
Chuir Otto Schultz moill ar a fhreagra ar feadh roinnt soicind.
â Is caitheamh aimsire sĂĄch annamh Ă© samhaltĂș sa domhan nua-aimseartha. Le bheith macĂĄnta, bhain mĂ© ĂșsĂĄid as an gcuardach chun tuiscint a fhĂĄil ar cad a bhĂ mĂ© ag caint.
- Nach cuma?
- Lig dom a mhĂniĂș duit beagĂĄn conas a oibrĂonn an tobar mianaigh. Ar an drochuair, scriosadh na mĂnithe seo Ăł do chuimhne freisin. Ba cheart go lĂ©ireodh an tseirbhĂs seo do thodhchaĂ fĂ©ideartha: cad is fĂ©idir leat a bhaint amach, bunaithe ar thorthaĂ scanadh cuimhne agus pearsantachta. Is Ă© sin, nĂ aisling teibĂ Ă©igin Ă© seo faoi rud ar bith. TĂĄ sĂ© fĂor-indĂ©anta mĂĄ dhĂ©anann an cliant gach iarracht sa todhchaĂ chun Ă© a bhaint amach sa saol fĂor. Ar thaobh amhĂĄin, cuidĂonn sĂ© le duine tuiscint a fhĂĄil ar cad ba cheart a dhĂcheall. NĂl sĂ© chomh furasta sin a thuiscint: cad a bhfuil tĂș cumasach air? Ar an lĂĄimh eile, faigheann duine a fheiceann toradh deiridh a chuid iarrachtaĂ spreagadh breise. Is Ă© seo ĂĄilleacht na seirbhĂse seo, nĂ siamsaĂocht de chineĂĄl Ă©igin Ă©. TĂĄ an tseirbhĂs sĂĄch nua, agus nĂ oibrĂonn gach rud go foirfe, ar ndĂłigh. NĂ saineolaĂ mĂ©, ach feiceann tĂș, nĂ aithnĂonn lĂonra nĂ©arĂșil a scanadh cuimhne ach na haicmĂ rĂ©ad atĂĄ leabaithe ann. Nuair a thagann sĂ trasna ar chĂĄs bunĂșsach nua, is fĂ©idir lĂ©i botĂșin a dhĂ©anamh go hĂ©asca. Bhuel, go garbh, is fĂ©idir cĂłta liopard a mheascadh le liopard.
- Tuigim go maith cad ba mhaith leat a rĂĄ. Ach tĂĄ an iomarca fabhtanna i do bhogearraĂ: earrĂĄidĂ aitheantais agus roinnt rĂłbĂłnna aisteach...
- ArĂs eile, tuig go gcuireann carachtair chlĂĄir in oiriĂșint do do ghnĂomhartha agus d'ĂomhĂĄnna comhfhiosacha agus fo-chomhfhiosacha. De ghnĂĄth, oibrĂonn siad le haiseolas diĂșltach: is Ă© sin le rĂĄ go dtabharfaidh an clĂĄr tĂș ar shiĂșl Ăł neamhrĂ©adĂșlacht cad atĂĄ ag tarlĂș a bhaint amach. Ach, i gcĂĄs neamhghnĂĄch, mĂĄ aithnĂonn an clĂĄr go mĂcheart cad atĂĄ ag tarlĂș, fĂ©adfaidh an nasc a bheith dearfach agus beidh an chuma ar an scĂ©al go bhfuil rĂłbĂłnna ag milleadh an tumoideachais d'aon ghnĂł.
âTĂĄ sĂ© seo iontach ar fad, ar ndĂłigh, ach cĂ©n ĂĄit ar thĂĄinig na comhrĂĄite aisteacha faoi eochracha, scĂĄthanna agus mar sin de? Is cinnte nach bhfuil sĂ© seo Ăł bhogearraĂ Dreamland. Conas is fĂ©idir liom a sheiceĂĄil cĂ© hĂ© Sonny Dimon? NĂ dĂłcha go ligfidh aon duine dom logaĂ nĂł cĂłid foinse a thochailt. BâfhĂ©idir nĂĄr cheart dĂșinn aird a tharraingt air seo ar chor ar bith? Sea, ach cad faoi na creeps? NĂł nuair a dhĂ©anaim Tiarna na scĂĄthanna, is cuma liom faoin airgead. Ha. B'fhĂ©idir nach bhfuil anseo ach aisling dĂșr eile - a bheith ar an gceann roghnaithe. Aisling faoi cheilt, de rĂ©ir thĂ©armaĂ an chonartha ardleibhĂ©il, nĂĄr dĂșradh liom faoi. Agus an bhfuilim fĂłs sa bhrionglĂłid? NĂ hea, is cinnte go dtitfidh an dĂon as!â - Chuir Max isteach air fĂ©in go corrach.
- Mar sin, tharla sé go bhfuil mé chomh neamhchoitianta agus gur orm féin atå an locht go léir? Nó b'fhéidir go bhfuil an milleån ar mo sheanslis?
âIs cuma linn mĂłrĂĄn faoi do nĂ©archip." I bprionsabal, nĂl sĂ© in ann Ă© seo a dhĂ©anamh. Bainimid ĂșsĂĄid as teaglaim de sceallĂłga m gearrshaolacha mar chomhĂ©adan. Roimhe seo, rinneamar ĂĄr nĂ©archips fĂ©in a ionchlannĂș, ach solĂĄthraĂonn an teicneolaĂocht nua buntĂĄistĂ soilĂ©ire. CĂ©, a bheith macĂĄnta, nĂl sĂ© go hiomlĂĄn snasta. Is annamh a bhĂonn cĂĄsanna mar mise, ach nĂl siad uathĂșil fĂłs. Tar ar ais i gceann cĂșpla bliain, tĂĄim cinnte nach dtarlĂłidh sĂ© seo arĂs. Faraoir, bhĂ ordĂș prĂĄinneach uait: cailleadh go leor tĂĄstĂĄlacha, mar sin nĂlimid freagrach faoin gconradh. Inseoidh an bainisteoir, creidim dom, an rud cĂ©anna duit.
- Labhróidh mé liom féin leis.
- Ar ndĂłigh, tĂĄ gach ceart agat. Agus de rĂ©ir thĂ©armaĂ an chonartha, tĂĄ sĂ© de dhualgas orm a mheabhrĂș duit gurb Ă© 4 Nollaig, 8.30 am anois, agus, de rĂ©ir do sceidil, ba cheart duit a bheith ag obair ag 14.00.
â An gcaithfidh mĂ© dul ag obair go fĂłill inniu?
- PhleanĂĄil tĂș fĂ©in Ă© ar an mbealach seo.
- Bhuel, diabhal...
- Tå brón orm, Maxim, ach mura bhfuil aon ghearåin leighis agat, caithfidh mé mo shaoire a ghlacadh.
- Fan, ach as spéis, tå Eva Schultz do bhean chéile?
- NĂ hea, is carachtar ficseanĂșil Ă© seo. Seans nach n-Ă©ireoidh go hiomlĂĄn leis an joke.
- Nach bhfuil tĂș pĂłsta?
- NĂl, agus nĂl sĂ© beartaithe agam go fĂłill. TĂĄ a fhios agat, is fearr liom caidrimh go heisiach ar lĂonraĂ sĂłisialta. TĂĄ go leor buntĂĄistĂ acu thar na cinn fĂor.
- Uh-uh... ach b'fhĂ©idir go bhfuil go leor buntĂĄistĂ ann, ach cad Ă©, gabh mo leithscĂ©al, a mhothaĂonn sĂ©?
- TĂĄ cumais sceallĂłga nua-aimseartha feicthe agat. Creid dom, tĂĄ na mothaithe beagnach do-aitheanta Ăł na cinn fĂor. De rĂ©ir mothaithe a bhĂ i gceist agat teagmhĂĄlacha gnĂ©is, glacaim leis? TĂĄim cinnte go n-Ă©ireoidh fĂortheagmhĂĄlacha go hiomlĂĄn mar rud den am atĂĄ thart. TĂĄ sĂ© salach, neamhshĂĄbhĂĄilte agus go bunĂșsach deacair.
- Hmm, is dĂłcha...
- Bhuel, bhà sé go deas bualadh leat, Maxim.
- Go frithphåirteach. Le gach dea-mhéin.
âNâfheadar conas a fhreagrĂłidh Masha dĂĄ leithĂ©id de lucht tacaĂochta luachanna Martian? NĂł tairiscint chun dul isteach sna luachanna seo? TĂĄ eagla orm go mbeidh orm crochadh amach ar lĂonraĂ sĂłisialta mĂ© fĂ©in, ĂĄit nach lĂ©ireoidh aon duine an fhĂrinne fĂșthu fĂ©in go deo,â a cheap Max.
Rinne sĂ© iarracht scannal a chur faoi deara, dâĂ©iligh sĂ© an t-airgead a Ăocadh a thabhairt ar ais agus logaĂ dĂĄ fhanacht sa bhrionglĂłid Martian a sholĂĄthar, ach nĂ raibh a argĂłintĂ diongbhĂĄilte mar gheall ar mhearbhall agus laigĂ cuimhne. Bainisteoir Alexey Gorin, ar a mhalairt, bhĂ an-diongbhĂĄilte agus ullmhaithe go dlĂthiĂșil. ThaispeĂĄin sĂ© lĂĄithreach don chliant mĂshĂĄsta taifeadtaĂ a chaibidlĂochta le hionadaithe DreamLand, conradh âclisteâ le sĂniĂș digiteach Max, agus dhiĂșltaigh sĂ© na logaĂ a sholĂĄthar, ag lua an dlĂ ar rĂșin trĂĄdĂĄla. DhiĂșltaigh sĂ© freisin an t-airgead a thabhairt ar ais, ag cur in iĂșl na fonĂłtaĂ mĂnchlĂł le tĂ©armaĂ an chonartha, ĂĄit ar dĂșradh nach bhfuil an chuideachta freagrach as teipeanna fĂ©ideartha in oibriĂș an chlĂĄir mar gheall ar phrĂĄinn an ordaithe. Chuir Max an milleĂĄn freisin ar an dlĂ um chosaint tomhaltĂłirĂ agus ar an bhfĂric go bhfuil fonĂłtaĂ dĂĄ leithĂ©id ag teacht salach ar a chĂ©ile. Mar sin fĂ©in, nĂ raibh sĂ© cinnte faoi seo, toisc go raibh dlĂthe Martian, a bhĂ ĂĄ gceartĂș agus ĂĄ bhforlĂonadh i gcĂłnaĂ ar mhaithe le corparĂĄidĂ agus dlĂodĂłirĂ, tar Ă©is teacht chun cinn i dtreo casuistry go hiomlĂĄn do-thruaillithe. Ina theannta sin, go teoiriciĂșil, nĂorbh fhĂ©idir le nĂłtaire leictreonach conradh contrĂĄrtha leis an dlĂ a fhormheas. Go teoiriciĂșil, nĂ fĂ©idir lĂonraĂ nĂ©aracha a mhealladh, ach go praiticiĂșil, bĂonn dlĂodĂłirĂ corparĂĄideacha i gcĂłnaĂ ar an eolas faoi na haicmĂ rĂ©ada nach bhfuil siad oilte fĂłs chun iad a aithint.
Agus Ă© ina shuĂ ar na cĂ©imeanna os comhair an fhoirgnimh, ag sileadh uisce mianraĂ fuar-oighear, bhĂ tuiscint mhaith ag Max ar dĂ©jĂ vu. âAisling a fheiceann tĂș laistigh de bhrionglĂłid, atĂĄ mar chuid de bhrionglĂłid eile. â BhĂ gĂ©archĂ©im dhomhain eiseach ag Max. - Agus cĂ©n fĂĄth ar lig mĂ© do gach cineĂĄl gnĂł amhrasach dul isteach i mo cheann? Is Ă© seo mo cheann amhĂĄin, nĂ bheidh aon duine a thabhairt dom ceann spĂĄrtha. DâĂoc sĂ© ioncam beagnach dhĂĄ mhĂ freisin as plĂ©isiĂșr amhrasach den sĂłrt sin. Bhuel, nach leathcheann tĂș?
CosĂșil le Bolkonsky, d'fhĂ©ach Max suas chun fuacht na beatha a bhaint amach i gcomparĂĄid leis an spĂ©ir ĂĄlainn, gan teorainn. Ach nĂ raibh aon duine a dhoirteadh a bhrĂłn; bhĂ ĂĄirse buĂ-dearg na huaimhe i gceannas air. Mar sin, eagla mĂthaitneamhach, suarach roimh lĂĄmh neamhthrĂłcaireach socraithe ina anam go deo, a tharraingeodh Ă©, nocht agus gan chabhair, as an mbithfholcadh agus a dĂ©arfadh le glĂłr dea-bhĂ©asach do ghnĂĄth: âTĂĄ am do sheirbhĂs imithe in Ă©ag, fĂĄilte romhat chuig an saol fĂor."
Chinn Max gur thĂĄinig a chuid trioblĂłidĂ agus fadhbanna go lĂ©ir Ăł dhochloĂteas bunaidh an nĂĄdĂșir dhaonna. Buailfidh an nĂĄdĂșr so, agus a bhĂ©sanna dĂșthcha go lĂ©ir, an aigne arĂs agus arĂs, ar nĂłs an diabhail, agus mar is foirfe a Ă©irĂonn an aigne, is amhlaidh is soineanta a thiocfas an buaireadĂłir ina mhodhanna. Agus nĂ fĂ©idir leat an troid seo a bhuachan, maireann sĂ© go deo.
Ar an drochuair, tharla sĂ© mar sin go bhfuair mianta dĂșr bua cinntitheach sa duel idir guth na cĂșise fuar agus mianta dĂșr. Is cuma cĂ© chomh dĂcheallach a rinne Max, bliain i ndiaidh bliana, le fĂłrsa an nĂłs a chuid deamhain a thiomĂĄint nĂos doimhne laistigh, bhĂ sĂ© ar neamhnĂ. Uaireanta, tumtha i dtimthriall na bhfadhbanna beaga laethĂșla ag an obair agus sa bhaile, nĂor chuala sĂ© a nguth ar chor ar bith agus shĂl sĂ© go brĂłdĂșil go raibh bua deiridh faighte aige. NĂor mhaith leis na deamhain an mĂłrtas seo. Chomh luath agus a stop siad ag rith ar feadh tamaill agus go raibh siad fĂĄgtha ina n-aonar leo fĂ©in, go hĂ©asca bhris siad saor in aisce agus iallach ar an tĂ© a mheas Ă© fĂ©in an mĂĄistir a chinniĂșint a capitulate. Sea, d'Ă©irigh Max amach a bheith lag agus gan a bheith rĂ©idh le dul, ag titim agus ag ardĂș arĂs agus arĂs eile, trĂ dealga go rĂ©altaĂ i bhfad i gcĂ©in. Mar a tharla sĂ©, tĂĄ sĂ© nĂos Ă©asca dĂł a Ăoc agus a chreidiĂșint i mirage ar bith a geallĂșintĂ gach rud anseo agus anois. Agus conas ba mhaith liom meon idĂ©alach a bheith agam, dĂomasach agus saor Ăł earrĂĄidĂ, cosĂșil le meaisĂn. Nach leisciĂșil, marfach cnapshuime d'ĂĄbhar liath, doomed chun troid go deo na tinnis Ăł bhroinn an bhlaosc fisiciĂșil. Agus aigne ghlan, saor Ăł gach nĂ agus lĂĄithreach ag dĂ©anamh ach an rud is ceart agus is gĂĄ, gan cosĂĄin cama agus caitheamh dĂșr idir Scylla agus Charybdis. Ag suĂ ar na cĂ©imeanna agus ag Ăłl uisce mianraĂ fuar-oighear, mhionnaigh Max go ndĂ©anfadh sĂ© aon rud a Ăobairt chun a leithĂ©id dâintinn a fhĂĄil.
Caibidil 3.
Spiorad na hImpireachta.
Intleacht. Tagann trioblĂłidĂ uile na ndaoine Ăłn aigne. Ach tĂĄ crĂ©atĂșir atĂĄ nĂos perspicacious. NĂ chuireann an aigne isteach orthu, casann sĂ© ar aghaidh ach amhĂĄin nuair is gĂĄ, agus ansin casfaidh sĂ© chomh hĂ©asca, ionas nach gcuirfĂ isteach ar thaitneamh socair bia, cluichĂ agus cleasanna beaga salach. Murab amhlaidh do na brionglĂłidĂ seo, nĂ bheadh ââsĂ© tar Ă©is Ă©irĂ in aon chor. Chun fĂĄil rĂ©idh le brionglĂłidĂ annoying, caithfidh tĂș a fhulaingt seo aigne i gcĂłnaĂ mĂshĂĄsta agus uafĂĄsach costasach. Is maith go bhfuil tuiscint aige ar a inferiority fĂ©in cheana fĂ©in, mar sin nĂ bhacfaidh sĂ© leat thar riachtanas. Ach anois caithfidh tĂș Ă©isteacht leis.
Sea, is lĂ©ir nach bhfuil a fhios ag an bhfear aisling conas a intinn a ĂșsĂĄid chun na crĂche a bhĂ beartaithe dĂł, nĂł nĂ bheadh ââââsĂ© i dtrioblĂłid dĂĄ leithĂ©id. Ach tĂĄ an t-ĂșinĂ©ir nua i bhfad nĂos fearr. NĂ chuirtear a hintinn i ngnĂomh ach chun fadhbanna praiticiĂșla amhĂĄin a rĂ©iteach agus nuair a bhĂonn na fĂ©idearthachtaĂ ar fad chun na tascanna seo a aistriĂș chuig daoine fireanna eile Ădithe. Thaitin Arseny lĂĄithreach leis an ĂșinĂ©ir, a aithnĂodh mar Lenochka, mar a dĂ©arfĂĄ, Ăłn gcĂ©ad rith tĂĄstĂĄla dĂĄ crĂșba isteach ina roundness bog Ăogair. Is Ă© an cĂșlra mhothĂșchĂĄnach an-taitneamhach, comhdhĂ©anta de mianta nĂĄdĂșrtha simplĂ, nĂ cosĂșil leis an aigne restless agus ar Ă©igean a chuirtear srian lĂ©i ionsaĂ an fear-as-aisling. CĂ© go raibh an fear-as-brionglĂłidĂ ag iarraidh a dhĂ©anamh amach conas aire a thabhairt dĂĄ pheata ceaptha, a raibh iallach air a fhĂĄgĂĄil mar gheall ar staid dheacair sa saol, d'Ă©irigh le Arseny cĂșpla iarracht chaighdeĂĄnach a dhĂ©anamh cheana fĂ©in chun smacht a bhunĂș. Purr beag, blows playful le lapa bog, roinnt marcanna olfactory - bunaĂodh teagmhĂĄil beagnach lĂĄithreach. Agus cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad ina dhiaidh sin nĂor ghlaoigh sĂ air ach âCeolâ nĂł âMr. Fluffy,â rud a spreag dĂłchas soilĂ©ir faoi theorainneacha an mĂ©id a bhĂ ceadaithe. FĂor, d'Ă©irigh le fear Lenochka a bheith chomh uafĂĄsach agus a bhĂ Lenochka fĂ©in ina hĂłstach maith. NĂos measa fĂłs nĂĄ an fear aisling Ăł thaobh poitĂ©inseal coinbhleachta. NĂ haon iontas Ă© go bhfuair siad a chĂ©ile. NĂ raibh Arseny in ann aon teagmhĂĄil a bhunĂș leis, gan trĂĄcht ar rialĂș. Seachas an bhagairt fhollasach a bhĂ ag an bhfear, nĂor lĂ©adh aon rud eile sa chĂșlra mhothĂșchĂĄnach, amhail is nach raibh an cĂșlra mhothĂșchĂĄnach seo ann ar chor ar bith. Eadhon, ba Ă© an fear foinse na fadhbanna an fear aisling. NĂ raibh aon chur chuige eile ann dĂł ach amhĂĄin trĂ Lenochka, agus sa pĂ©ire, ar an drochuair, bhĂ an fireann ceannasach go soilĂ©ir, agus nĂ raibh sĂ© indĂ©anta a athrĂș go tapa ar an staid chĂșrsaĂ. Is maith an rud Ă©, cĂ© nĂĄr bhraith sĂ© Arseny mar bhagairt, chuir an fear Ăł aisling ina luĂ ar Lenochka a rĂĄ gur chuir a cara iachall ar an bpeataĂ nua Ă. MĂĄs rud Ă© le cleas salach neamhchiontach, cosĂșil le cathaoir beagĂĄn tattered, nĂĄr mheas an t-ĂșinĂ©ir caighdeĂĄnach riamh cleas salach, gheall an fireannach Ă© a chur trĂ grinder feola, ansin tĂĄ sĂ© scanrĂșil smaoineamh cad iad na pionĂłis a thitfeadh ar cheann Arseny dĂĄ bhfaigheadh ââââsiad amach. faoin nasc atĂĄ aige le fear Ăł aisling. Agus nĂor shĂĄbhĂĄil an t-iomprĂłir le deora ina sĂșile Senya Ăłn tarraingt is mĂthaitneamhach Ăł scruff an muineĂĄl, comhartha an-dona a bhĂ ann.
Ă, cĂ© chomh iontach is a bheadh ââsĂ© dearmad a dhĂ©anamh ar na brionglĂłidĂ seo go lĂ©ir agus iallach a chur ar an mĂĄistreĂĄs fear nĂos simplĂ a aimsiĂș. Tar Ă©is cĂșpla mĂ de chĂłireĂĄil, Ă©ireodh gnĂĄthdhaoine cosĂșil le sĂoda, agus nĂ bheadh ââââa fhios ag Senya brĂłn ar feadh an chuid eile dĂĄ laethanta. Sea, tĂĄ saol an pharasite fionnaidh optamach i dtĂ©armaĂ an chĂłimheas idir caiteachas fuinnimh agus an sĂĄsamh a fhaightear. Ach caithfidh tĂș oibriĂș leis an mĂ©id atĂĄ agat. Ar ndĂłigh, thosaigh sĂ© lĂĄithreach a secrete pheromones a mhĂ©adĂș arousal gnĂ©asach an mĂĄistreĂĄs, ach ar eagla na heagla. NĂ raibh aon dĂłchas ar leith ann go mbeadh an modh seo in ann smacht a fhĂĄil ar an bhfear. NĂor bhaol dĂł dul i bhfeidhm ar an bhfear Ă© fĂ©in; thug instinct ainmhithe le tuiscint go dtiocfadh deireadh leis an amhras is lĂș faoina bhunĂșs nĂĄdĂșrtha go brĂłnach. Go ginearĂĄlta, d'ĂĄitigh CĂșis go bhfuil cur chuige dĂreach sĂĄbhĂĄilte go hiomlĂĄn, ar choinnĂoll go leantar an nĂłs imeachta. NĂl aon duine in ann a chuid cleasanna a aithint mura bhfuil sĂ© ag lorg go dĂreach iad, ach roghnaigh Arseny muinĂn a bheith aige as a chuid instincts.
Ba Ă an chĂ©ad tosaĂocht nĂĄ dul isteach in oifig an fhir, ĂĄit ar thionĂłil sĂ© na cruinnithe go lĂ©ir agus inar stĂłrĂĄladh sĂ© sonraĂ tĂĄbhachtacha. Ar an drochuair, chuir sĂ© faoi ghlas i gcĂłnaĂ Ă© Ăłn taobh istigh nĂł lasmuigh, agus nĂ raibh rochtain ag Lenochka ar an oifig ach mar phearsanra seirbhĂse. Chuimil Senya, ar ndĂłigh, timpeall uirthi agus ansin rinne sĂ iarracht a cheilt nach dtugtar faoi deara idir an tĂĄbla agus an radaitheoir, ach caitheadh ââââsĂ© amach gan sentimentality leis an cic is nĂĄdĂșrtha sa asal.
Le fĂrinne, ar dtĂșs nĂ raibh sĂ© buartha go hĂĄirithe. Luath nĂł mall, go simplĂ de rĂ©ir dlĂ na dĂłchĂșlachta, d'Ă©irigh leis dul isteach san oifig, agus ansin bhĂ sĂ© ina ĂĄbhar teicnĂochta. DâfhĂ©ach sĂ© go hĂ©asca ar na pasfhocail riarachĂĄin don lĂonra baile agus, dĂĄ rĂ©ir sin, dâfhĂ©adfadh sĂ© ceamaraĂ ceilte a dhĂchumasĂș nĂł fĂ©achaint ar shonraĂ cosanta ag pasfhocal Ăł rĂomhairĂ glĂșine, mar shampla, selfies thar a bheith luachmhar Lenochka tar Ă©is cith. Ach rud ar bith, san ĂĄbhar seo is ionann gradualism agus sĂĄbhĂĄilteacht. Is tar Ă©is aisling an lae inniu a dâĂ©irigh gach rud i bhfad nĂos casta. Agus thosaigh an lĂĄ go hiontach: le turas chuig manicure, ĂĄit ar chuir Arseny, mar is gnĂĄch, ĂĄthas ar a chailĂn glamorous go lĂ©ir. Ansin shocraigh sĂ© go compordach ar bholg a mhĂĄistir, a bhĂ ag sileadh trĂ shuĂomh grĂ©asĂĄin dĂșr na mban. Agus nĂ raibh aon rud le sonrĂș ar an bhfĂs nĂĄireach seo.
Soicind Ăł shin bhĂ a chomhfhios i teas agus compord penthouse luxurious i Krasnogorsk, ach anois caithfidh sĂ© machnamh a dhĂ©anamh ar fhothracha go hiomlĂĄn mĂchompordach an oirthir. Seo Ă© an droichead thar an Yauza. TĂĄ an Yauza fĂ©in iompaithe le fada ina shruth vape, stinking, ar Ă©igean le feiceĂĄil faoi chairn de truflais Ă©agsĂșla. Chuamar thar fhoirgnimh Baumanka. BhĂ an ollscoil ar a cosa deiridh le deich mbliana, ach bhĂ na foirgnimh fĂłs ĂĄ gcothabhĂĄil i riocht gnĂĄth, nĂos mĂł nĂł nĂos lĂș. Thosaigh an fear ag dreapadh nĂos faide ar ShrĂĄid an OspidĂ©il nuair a thrasnaigh sĂ© cosĂĄin go tobann le fear mĂłr a dâiompaigh amach as geata. Agus chuir an fear, in ionad dul ar a bhealach fĂ©in, an cheist sin, agus ina dhiaidh sin is minic a dhĂ©antar coigeartĂș tromchĂșiseach ar na pleananna don trĂĄthnĂłna amach romhainn.
- A BhrĂł, nach bhfuil toitĂn agat? â bhĂ glĂłr an fhir cosĂșil le meilt tairne ar ghloine.
BhĂ an fear i ndĂĄirĂre hefty, ach ag an am cĂ©anna wiry agus lĂșfar. Ag breathnĂș go borbmhar: gan shaothraĂtear, ag caitheamh T-lĂ©ine agus jeans dubh faded, buataisĂ troma ard-barr, sĂșile feargacha agus gruaig gharbh thapach. BhĂ a lĂĄmha agus a chaol na lĂĄimhe, ag sracfhĂ©achaint Ăłna sheaicĂ©ad, clĂșdaithe le tatĂșnna gorma-uaine a thaispeĂĄnann grĂ©asĂĄn damhĂĄin alla nĂł sreang dheilgneach le crĂ©atĂșir ifrinn i bhfostĂș ann. NĂor lĂ©irigh an t-aghaidh dorcha, rĂ©idh aon mhothĂșchĂĄn. GnĂ© speisialta eile ab ea scar a rith sĂos trĂna mhala.
Sea, nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn a chuid dlite a thabhairt dĂł, nĂor lig an fear air fĂ©in gur laoch Ă©, ach d'Ă©irigh sĂ© ar ais go ciallmhar. TĂĄ brĂłn orm, nĂ fada. Shleamhnaigh doras mionbhĂĄin a bhĂ ina sheasamh ar thaobh an bhĂłthair i leataobh go tobann, agus rug beirt bhulaĂ mhasctha lĂĄithreach agus tharraing siad an fear istigh. Dhreap an fear mĂłr isteach ina dhiaidh agus bhuail sĂ© an doras.
- Hey, lĂșthchleasaĂ, an bhfuil tĂș i slĂĄinte mhaith? Stop ag twitching.
âĂist, nĂĄ bac le mo lĂĄmha a chasadh, nĂ chasfaidh mĂ©,â a dĂșirt an fear.
- Chuir Vovan, comhchineĂĄil, cufaĂ air.
- Cé hé tusa?
âIs mise Tom, agus seo iad mo chairde,â a dĂșirt an fear poncĂșil.
- MeiriceĂĄnach nĂł cad Ă©?
- NĂ hea, sin Ă© an comhartha glao.
- Feicim, nó nà Meiriceånach an-Mheiriceånach mé. Denis is ainm dom, is deas bualadh leat.
- Stop a bheith ina amadĂĄn. TĂĄ sannadh ag ĂĄr boss, tĂĄ aithne mhaith agat air, duit.
- NĂl aithne agam ar aon duine, chuir tĂș mearbhall orm le duine Ă©igin.
âIs fĂ©idir liom mo chuimhne a athnuachan, ach tĂĄ sĂ© chun do leasa gan strus a chur orm arĂs.â I mbeagĂĄn focal, chuir mĂ© an uimhir chill agus an cĂłd i do phĂłca, ansin gheobhaidh tĂș cĂĄrta le heochracha caoga mĂle euro, do do chuid airgid pĂłca. Cuir glaoch ar do chara Ăł Telecom, Max, agus inis dĂł gur gĂĄ duit bualadh le chĂ©ile. AinmnĂonn tĂș ĂĄit inar fĂ©idir leat Ă© a phiocadh suas go ciĂșin, agus roghnaĂonn tĂș Ă©. Ansin cuireann tĂș glaoch orm lĂĄithreach agus inis dom cĂ© a dĂ©arfaidh mĂ©. Is fĂ©idir leat na huirlisĂ a cheannach duit fĂ©in, tĂĄ naisc agat. MĂĄs mian leo gnĂł a dhĂ©anamh leat, abair gur Ăł Tom tĂș. Just a breathnĂș, tĂĄ an cliant ag teastĂĄil sĂĄbhĂĄilte agus slĂĄn. Smaoinigh duit fĂ©in conas go dĂreach Ă© a dhĂ©anamh, ach mĂĄ thaispeĂĄnann tĂș nĂł mĂĄ theipeann ort, cuirfimid deireadh le tĂș, nĂĄ cuir an milleĂĄn orm.
- NĂl, an bhfuil tĂș ag magadh orm nĂł cad Ă©? Conas nach fĂ©idir liom a bheith faoi lĂ©, tĂĄ sliseanna aige a scrĂobhann gach rud don tSeirbhĂs SlĂĄndĂĄla Telecom. NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh mĂ© rud ar bith, maraigh mĂ© lĂĄithreach. I do thuairim, is leathcheann iomlĂĄn mĂ©, mar a ligfidh tĂș dom maireachtĂĄil ina dhiaidh seo?
- NĂĄ trua, a chara, nĂ dhĂ©anfaidh aon duine teagmhĂĄil leat mĂĄ dhĂ©anann tĂș gach rud glan. NĂ thrĂ©igean ĂĄr boss daoine ĂșsĂĄideacha. Ar a mhalairt, gheobhaidh tĂș caoga rĂșbal eile as an obair agus doicimĂ©id nua. Conas teagmhĂĄil a dhĂ©anamh ionas nach mbeidh a fhios ag aon duine cĂ©n ĂĄit agus cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil an cliant ag dul, smaoinigh duit fĂ©in. Tugaimid seachtain ama duit, mar sin nĂĄ mhoilligh. Chun stop a chur ort Ăł fuss a dhĂ©anamh, tabharfaimid instealladh duit.
Mhothaigh Denis pian géar ina ghualainn dheis.
âTĂĄ na milliĂșin nanarĂłbait i do chuid fola anois; ag baint ĂșsĂĄide as a gcomhartha, is fĂ©idir linn tĂș a aimsiĂș i gcĂłnaĂ.â Tar Ă©is seacht lĂĄ, scaoilfidh na rĂłbait nimh marfach. NĂĄ bĂ ag lorg antidote, tĂĄ an nimh uathĂșil. BĂ cĂșramach le sciath; mura bhfuil aon nasc ar feadh nĂos mĂł nĂĄ dhĂĄ uair an chloig, scaoilfidh an nimh go huathoibrĂoch. MĂĄ dhĂ©anann tĂș iarracht fĂĄil rĂ©idh leo, tiocfaidh an nimh go huathoibrĂoch freisin.
"Ăist, a stĂłr, lig don nimh teacht lĂĄithreach, is Ă© an rud atĂĄ tĂș ag fĂodĂłireacht anseo nĂĄ tarbh iomlĂĄn." NĂ tionĂłnta mĂ© ar aon nĂłs.
- Stop a bhriseadh sĂos. TĂĄ tĂș fĂ©in agus mĂ© fĂłs ag caint ar bhealach maith, ach is fĂ©idir linn labhairt ar bhealach dona freisin. NĂ rud ar bith an rud a tharla dâIain i gcomparĂĄid leis an mĂ©id atĂĄ ag fanacht leat. AontĂłidh tĂș aon rud a dhĂ©anamh, fiĂș do mhĂĄthair fĂ©in a ghearradh ina phĂosaĂ, ach roimhe sin beidh tĂș ag fulaingt beagĂĄn. Gheall an t-athair go gclĂșdĂłdh sĂ© tĂș, rud a chiallaĂonn go gclĂșdĂłidh sĂ© tĂș, coimeĂĄdann sĂ© a bhriathar.
âGeallfadh Arumov Ă© seo dom go pearsanta,â a dâfhiafraigh Denis le gĂĄire mĂstuama agus fuair sĂ© buille pianmhar lĂĄithreach do na duĂĄin.
- Coinnigh do bhĂ©al dĂșnta, soith. TĂĄ seans deireanach amhĂĄin ĂĄ thabhairt agam duit, dĂ©an an rud a dĂșradh leat nĂł is droch-rogha a bheidh ann. TĂĄ a fhios agat, nĂ thugaim fuck cĂ©n rogha a roghnaĂonn tĂș.
- Sea, sruthĂĄn i ifreann.
âCeart go leor, ceart go leor, aontaĂm,â adeir Dan agus iad ag tosĂș ĂĄ bhualadh. Tar Ă©is dĂł roinnt buille eile a fhĂĄil chuig na heasnacha mar rĂ©amhchĂșram, d'eitil sĂ© amach as an veain isteach ar an asfalt scealptha.
- Conas is féidir liom dul i dteagmhåil leat? - wheezed Denis, ina shuà ar an asfalt.
- Déanfaidh mé teagmhåil leat féin.
The minivan rushed suas an cnoc agus go tapa imithe Ăł radharc. Bhreathnaigh Dan beagĂĄn nĂos mĂł, chuir sĂ© mallacht ar a shaol deacair agus sinsir Arumov go dtĂ an deichiĂș glĂșin, agus chuaigh sĂ© ar ais abhaile le gait neamhsheasmhach.
"Bhuel, cad atĂĄ ar bun!" âShĂn Senya go leisciĂșil, ag taispeĂĄint a bĂ©al don domhan le giotaĂ gĂ©ara agus ag dreapadh go drogallach anuas Ăłna bolg te. BhĂ Helen ina codladh go sĂĄbhĂĄilte cheana fĂ©in. NĂ raibh aon ghĂĄ a euthanize speisialta di.
âSea, tĂĄ fadhbanna tromchĂșiseacha ag an bhfear aisling. Agus mĂĄ ghleusaĂonn sĂ© a chuid eitĂ le chĂ©ile i gceann seachtaine, caithfidh sĂ© a bheith rĂ©asĂșnta don chuid eile dĂĄ laethanta. A ionchas cheerful. Is fĂ©idir leat, ar ndĂłigh, na ceamaraĂ a mhĂșchadh agus, faoi hypnosis, sliocht as an hostess gach rud a bhfuil a fhios aici faoi Arumov, ach nĂ dĂłcha go dtabharfaidh sĂ© seo rud ar bith. Mar sin ar dtĂșs caithfidh tĂș teachtaireacht a sheoladh chuig an gcoimeĂĄdaĂ.â
LĂ©im Arseny go deas ar an tseilf de bhalla an troscĂĄin agus nĂor bhuail sĂ© ar chor ar bith an teidĂ, ag dĂșnadh peephole an cheamara a chuir muintir Arumov isteach. Ansin, gan dul i bhfolach a thuilleadh, bhog sĂ© go dtĂ an tĂĄbla agus chuir sĂ© tuairisc ghearr agus iarratas chuig an gcoimeĂĄdaĂ Ăłn rĂomhaire glĂșine go tapa. Agus, cuachta suas ar an nglĂ©as dĂșnta, d'fhan sĂ©.
ShiĂșil Denis arĂs trĂd an ngairdĂn a bhĂ fĂĄsaithe i dtreo an bhrollaigh de Bauman. Chuir rud Ă©igin mearbhall air sa timpeallacht, ach ar feadh i bhfad nĂor thuig sĂ© cad Ă© go dĂreach. Clocha beaga crĂĄite faoi chois agus seanchrainn ag meirg. BhĂ an lĂĄ gaofar agus fuar, d'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© boladh fĂ©ar fliuch agus duilleoga feoite. Sea, nĂor shroich fuaimeanna a raibh aithne ag an gcathair orthu, amhail adharca na ngluaisteĂĄn agus roar slua daonna, anseo ar chor ar bith, ach san Oirthear bhĂ sĂ© seo coitianta fiĂș i gceantair chĂłnaithe. Ach tĂĄ sĂ© fĂłs aisteach ar bhealach: tĂĄ an chuma ar an scĂ©al go raibh sĂ© ag licking a bruises ina chistin, ach cathain agus conas a thĂĄinig sĂ© go dtĂ an phĂĄirc...? Is tar Ă©is dĂł suĂ sĂos ar bhinse san ionad gur thuig Denis cad a bhĂ mĂcheart. Mar a tharla roimhe seo, thuig sĂ© Ă© seo nuair a chonaic sĂ© cat mĂłr strĂocach ag suĂ go compordach ar an mbinse thall.
NĂ raibh an chuma air go raibh Milakha Arseny ina chĂșis leis an eagla is lĂș agus nĂor lĂ©irigh sĂ© an beagĂĄn ionsaĂochta riamh. Anois, chuir sĂ© a chuid crĂșba isteach i bpĂosaĂ triomaithe adhmaid agus d'fhĂ©ach sĂ© ar an ghrian taobh thiar de na scamaill. CĂ©n cineĂĄl contĂșirte a dâfhĂ©adfadh teacht as cat chomh gleoite? Ach ba chuma le Denis i gcĂłnaĂ go raibh an crĂ©atĂșr dochreidte seo, a thĂĄinig chun cinn Ăł dhoimhneacht is rĂșnda na saotharlanna impiriĂșla, ag magadh faoi. Chonaic sĂ© an ghrĂĄin seo go soilĂ©ir ina shĂșile buĂ cĂșngaithe. DĂ©anann sĂ staidĂ©ar cĂșramach freisin ar a intinn, ar a lĂĄidreachtaĂ agus a laigĂ, ionas gur fĂ©idir leis tuairisc a thabhairt dĂĄ thiarnaĂ rĂșnda. CĂ©, de rĂ©ir Semyon, ba Ă© an coimeĂĄdaĂ amhĂĄin de na crĂ©atĂșir Ă© fĂ©in.
âBhuel, ag ardĂș as cuimse, tĂĄ an chuma ar an scĂ©al go bhfuil tĂș sĂĄinnithe go hiomlĂĄn,â a thĂĄinig glĂłr Semyon, a shuigh sĂos in aice leis, ag tarraingt aird Denis Ăł chomĂłrtas stĂĄnaithe a imirt leis an gcat.
- Sea, tĂĄ mĂ© i dtrioblĂłid. Sula raibh an t-am againn fiĂș forĂłgra a tharraingt suas i gceart, bhĂ Arumov tar Ă©is an prĂomh-trodaire i gcoinne an rĂ©imeas a fhostĂș cheana fĂ©in. Agus chomh hiontaofa sin, nĂ cheanglĂłidh tĂș ...
- Cad a bhĂ uait, a shean-scoil. Ach nĂĄ bĂodh Ă©adĂłchas ort, is trump-chĂĄrta dĂĄirĂre Ă© ĂĄr gcara furry ina bhrat. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, ba smaoineamh iontach Ă© sin faoin Lenochka seo. B'fhĂ©idir go bhfuil roinnt smaointe eile ann?
- NĂl go fĂłill, ach amhĂĄin chun iarracht a dhĂ©anamh Arumov a mhealladh le haghaidh aistriĂș pearsanta chuig Max, na cĂłid a ghabhĂĄil agus a leagan amach chun na nanorobots a dhĂchumasĂș uaidh. FĂor, ar dtĂșs nĂ mĂłr duit teacht ar chomhaontĂș go ciĂșin le Max fĂ©in.
- Rogha an-chontĂșirteach duitse, domsa agus do do chara. FĂ©adfaidh Arumov freastal ar chruinniĂș le arm beag pearsanta. CĂ© mhĂ©ad trodaithe is fĂ©idir linn a phĂĄirceĂĄil? Agus nĂl fĂorluach Max mar bhaoite soilĂ©ir.
- Sin ceart, ag smaoineamh amach os ard. Is fearr a dâinis tĂș dom: an bhfuair tĂș rud ar bith faoi Arumov nĂł a theacht le chĂ©ile le hInstitiĂșid Taighde RSAD?
âNĂl aon rud nua mar gheall ar an gcoirnĂ©al: lĂ©im sĂ© amach mar jack-in-the-box, gan am atĂĄ caite, ach le arm iomlĂĄn de mhĂlĂste pearsanta.
â An bhfuil rud ar bith aimsithe agat faoi shĂĄrshaighdiĂșirĂ Telecom?
â TĂĄ hipitĂ©is ann faoi shĂĄrshaighdiĂșirĂ: tar Ă©is an dara cogadh spĂĄis, nuair a dâfhĂĄg ĂĄr trĂșpaĂ Mars, ghlac cuid de na taibhsĂ tearmann faoi rĂșn i bpluaiseanna faoi thalamh in aice le Fule agus cathracha eile. NĂl a fhios agam conas a mhaireann siad ann, ach tĂĄ go leor fianaise indĂreach ar a lĂĄithreacht. TĂĄ sĂ© soilĂ©ir go bhfuil na guys seo stubborn, mar sin tĂĄ siad partisans ar an glic, agus na Martians a chur i leith ionsaithe sceimhlitheoireachta ag gach cineĂĄl na frĂ©amhacha. Do na Martians, is cosĂșil go gcruthaĂonn siad fadhbanna tromchĂșiseacha, b'fhĂ©idir nĂos measa fĂłs nĂĄ gnĂomhairĂ MIC: nĂ fĂ©idir iad a chaitheamh tobac, agus nĂ i gcĂłnaĂ a thagann turais phionĂłsacha Ăł na dungeons ar ais. Is dĂłigh liom gur Ă©irigh leo sa deireadh a chur ina luĂ ar na taibhsĂ ar fad nĂł ar chuid acu comhoibriĂș. Thug na fealltĂłirĂ gĂ©initĂopa deciphered na taibhsĂ dĂłibh, agus mar sin thosaigh na Martians a rivet leo. Agus nĂ ĂșsĂĄidtear ach Comhairle SlĂĄndĂĄla INKIS mar farae gunna mar mhalairt ar shuĂochĂĄn ar an gComhairle Chomhairleach. NĂł rogha eile: tĂĄ Telecom ag spreagadh an ĂĄbhair seo gan a chairde faoi mhionn Ăł Neurotek agus MDT, agus mar sin chuir siad gach rud i MoscĂł. TĂĄ roinnt roghanna ann freisin maidir leis na daoine a bhfuil sĂ© seo ĂĄ n-ullmhĂș ina n-aghaidh: b'fhĂ©idir i gcoinne na taibhsĂ sin nach ndearna aithrĂ agus nĂĄr thuig, nĂł b'fhĂ©idir gur mhaith le Telecom buntĂĄiste iomaĂoch a fhĂĄil i gcomhrac cothrom margaidh. I mbeagĂĄn focal, nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn tuilleadh tochailte.
â CĂ© dĂł a oibrĂonn Arumov, dar leat? Go Telecom?
- NĂ dĂłcha, is dĂłigh liom go bhfuil a chuid pleananna dĂĄ chuid fĂ©in aige; nĂ cosĂșil go bhfuil sĂ© cosĂșil le duine ar mhaith leis cabhrĂș leis na Martians go neamhleithleach.
- Sea, ba chosĂșil domsa an bealach sin freisin. Ach is cosĂșil go bhfuil Leo Schultz, ar a mhalairt, i ngrĂĄ leis na Martians. CĂ©n fĂĄth go raibh siad ag canadh mar sin?
- Is gĂĄ idirdhealĂș a dhĂ©anamh idir na coincheapa "tĂĄ grĂĄ Ăł chroĂ do na Martians" agus "ag iarraidh seasamh ard a ghlacadh i mionlach na Martian." Is dĂłigh liom go bhfuil ĂĄr Schultz cunning ag imirt cluiche dĂșbailte de chineĂĄl Ă©igin freisin lena chuid spriocanna agus, is dĂłcha, nach bhfuil sĂ© guth go lĂ©ir ins agus outs faoi Arumov dĂĄ mĂĄistrĂ Ăł Mars.
â Cad faoi shlĂĄndĂĄil teileachumarsĂĄide agus seiceĂĄlacha dĂlseachta?
- NĂl a fhios agam, nĂ fĂ©idir linn ach buille faoi thuairim a dhĂ©anamh faoi lĂĄthair. Leag mĂ© amach an fhaisnĂ©is iontaofa ar fad duit, a bheag nĂł a mhĂłr. DĂ©anaimis smaoineamh nĂos fearr ar cad atĂĄ le dĂ©anamh ina dhiaidh sin.
- DĂ©anaimis smaoineamh. CĂ© hĂ© inchinn ĂĄr n-oibrĂochta?
- Bhuel, go ginearĂĄlta, Deniska, tĂĄ tĂș ĂĄr n-inchinn agus is mĂł spreagthaĂ idĂ©-eolaĂocha. Sin mar atĂĄ mĂ©, sean-bhratĂ©ad, ag pĂłrĂș cait. Beidh nĂos mĂł sonraĂ Ăłn macasamhail faoi Arumov, ansin b'fhĂ©idir go mbeidh breacadh an lae orm. Is fearr a fhaigheann tĂș amach Ăł do chara cĂ©n cineĂĄl caidrimh atĂĄ acu.
- Sea, tuigeann tĂș, nĂ fĂ©idir leat a fhiafraĂ go dĂreach, is ceann Telecom Ă© an tslis, agus tĂĄ Tom dathĂșil ag anĂĄlĂș sĂos a mhuineĂĄl anois. B'fhĂ©idir cat a thabhairt do Max freisin le haghaidh nasc rĂșnda?
- MĂĄ tĂĄ sĂ© lĂĄmhaigh mĂłr tromchĂșiseach i Telecom, is fĂ©idir leo a sheiceĂĄil an cat. Agus Ă© fĂ©in, mura bhfuil sĂ© iontaofa, dĂ©anfaidh sĂ© sinn go hĂ©asca a bhrath. An bhfuil tĂș cinnte faoi?
- NĂ hea. BhĂ an chuma ar an scĂ©al gur cairde linn a bhĂ ann, ach nuair a chuaigh sĂ© go Mars cĂșig bliana Ăł shin, chuaigh muid amĂș ar bhealach Ă©igin. TĂĄ a fhios ag Dia cĂ© leis a raibh sĂ© ag crochadh amach ann. Ach nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn labhairt, d'iarr sĂ© orm Ă© fĂ©in, theastaigh chun freastal. Agus dĂĄ luaithe is amhlaidh is fearr. Anois is dĂłcha go bhfuil sĂ© seo an-chontĂșirteach, ach nĂ fheicim go bhfuil sĂ© ag iarraidh moill a chur air le sĂșil go rĂ©iteofar scĂ©al Tom ar bhealach Ă©igin. Agus bheadh ââââsĂ© go deas rabhadh a thabhairt do Max. An bhfuil a fhios agat conas teachtaireacht rĂșnda a chur in iĂșl do dhuine a bhfuil nĂ©archip Telecom aige?
- NĂ hea, a Dan, is iomaĂ uair a phlĂ©amar Ă© seo cheana fĂ©in. TeastaĂonn faomhadh roimh rĂ© ar a laghad Ăł Max fĂ©in maidir le haon chĂłras scipĂ©ir nĂł cĂłid rĂșnda. Agus is fĂ©idir lĂ©i aird na Comhairle SlĂĄndĂĄla a mhealladh go hĂ©asca.
âCaithfidh muid teacht ar rud Ă©igin nach meallfaidh Ă©inne.â CosĂșil le himrĂonn tĂș fichille agus nuair a dhĂ©anann tĂș teagmhĂĄil le pĂosa ĂĄirithe, deir tĂș faisnĂ©is thĂĄbhachtach, agus is comhrĂĄ folamh an chuid eile.
- Kindergarten, gabh mo leithscĂ©al. NĂ dĂłcha go n-oibreoidh cleasa ĂĄrsa den sĂłrt sin inĂĄr aois solĂ©ite. Agus mar sin fĂ©in, ba cheart dĂșinn aontĂș le Max ar dtĂșs cad ba cheart teagmhĂĄil a dhĂ©anamh.
- Glacaimid leis go ndĂ©anann sĂ© amach Ă© feadh na slĂ.
- Dan, don chéad uair an rud céanna. Må cheapann sé, cén fåth når cheart don ghnéasach atå ag féachaint ar a shlis buille faoi thuairim.
- Le fichille mar shampla. NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn teacht suas le cleas bunaithe ar cad a fhios ag an bheirt againn.
- TĂĄ frĂĄsa cumtha agam cheana a mbeidh cuma fholamh air le duine Ăłn gcoigrĂoch, dĂ©anaimis dearmad ar feadh nĂłimĂ©ad go bhfĂ©adfadh an strainsĂ©ir seo a bheith sĂĄch eolach ar bheathaisnĂ©is Max, fiĂș mura bhfuil sĂ© eolach... Agus do Max Ă© seo Beidh frĂĄsa draĂochta a mhĂniĂș go hiomlĂĄn an croĂlĂĄr an chĂłrais teachtaireacht rĂșnda.
- Tå tusa, Semyon Sanych, go maith ag cåineadh. Ar a laghad tå mé ag tairiscint rud éigin.
- Bhuel, logh an fart d'aois. ThĂĄinig an-dona.
- Agus dĂreach mar sin, ar an bpointe boise: is sean-rĂĄidse capall mĂ©, tĂĄ mĂ© sa teach.
- TĂĄ sĂ© ina nĂłs cheana fĂ©in. Mura bhfuil aon smaointe nĂos fearr eile ann, molaim gach rud a insint do Max go dĂreach nuair a bhuailfimid. NĂĄ hĂșsĂĄid aon eochairfhocail. TĂĄ dĂłchĂșlacht nach beag ann freisin nach mbeidh an SB ag breathnĂș ar an taifeadadh ĂĄirithe seo. Agus fiĂș lig dĂł breathnĂș, a fheiceann tĂș, agus cabhrĂș i gcoinne Arumov.
â MĂĄ dhĂ©anann tĂș teagmhĂĄil le Telekom, nĂ bheidh tĂș in ann Ă©alĂș.
- Mar sin b'fhĂ©idir gur fĂ©idir linn bogadh ar aghaidh Ăł phleananna mĂłra an chogaidh leis na Martians go rudaĂ beaga, cosĂșil le do chraiceann a shĂĄbhĂĄil?
- Tå sé ró-luath a thabhairt suas.
- Féach, i seacht lå d'fhéadfadh sé a bheith ró-dhéanach.
â TĂĄ cĂșpla smaointe nua ann.
- FiĂș cĂșpla?
- Bhuel, an chĂ©ad cheann, b'fhĂ©idir go dtabharfaidh sĂ© smaoineamh duit. MĂĄ ghearrann tĂș an sliseanna, nĂor cheart go mbeadh aon taifid fĂĄgtha. Mar shampla, ba chĂłir go n-Ă©ireodh le fear clĂ©ireach Ă©igin, buailfidh tĂș Max agus mĂ© fĂ©in le do raicĂn, goid rud Ă©igin agus Ă©irigh leat.
â MĂĄ thĂ©ann an tslis sĂos, is gnĂĄch go ndĂ©anann an duine freisin, ceart?
- Ag dĂ©anamh breithiĂșnas ar an mĂ©id a chonaic mĂ©, nĂ Ă©agann sĂ©. B'fhĂ©idir go bhfuil sceallĂłga costasacha teileachumarsĂĄide deartha ar bhealach speisialta.
- B'fhéidir. An bhfuil a fhios agat cé chomh cumhachtach ba cheart don urscaoileadh a bheith?
- NĂ hea. Agus mar a deirim, tĂĄ an smaoineamh amhlaidh: imĂonn Ă©isteacht freisin. Agus mura mbeadh sĂ© imithe, dâfhĂ©adfadh an SB Ă©isteacht le gach rud.
âAgus is cinnte go dtarraingeoidh eachtra den sĂłrt sin aird uirthi.â Ach nĂl do chuid smaointe gan Ășs.
â Sea, is forbairt ar an gcĂ©ad smaoineamh Ă© an dara smaoineamh. Tar Ă©is an sliseanna a mhĂșchadh, is cosĂșil go bhfanann mothaithe tadhlacha agus pian, rud a chiallaĂonn nach bhfuil na rĂ©imsĂ seo den nĂ©archĂłras ĂĄ rialĂș go dĂreach ag an sliseanna, agus dĂĄ bhrĂ sin tĂĄ seans ard ann nach bhfuil siad le feiceĂĄil. Mar sin, is gĂĄ an teachtaireacht a chur in iĂșl ag baint ĂșsĂĄide as mothaithe tadhlacha, rud Ă©igin cosĂșil leis an aibĂtir do na daill.
- An bhfuil aithne ag Max uirthi?
"NĂl amhras orm, agus nĂ dĂłigh liom."
- Agus mar sin a dhĂ©anfaidh mĂ©. NĂl aon athrĂș ar mo thuairim, Dan; nĂl daoine atĂĄ ag obair sa Chomhairle SlĂĄndĂĄla TeileachumarsĂĄide nĂos graĂ nĂĄ sinne. Ach ceart go leor, smaoineoidh mĂ© air le mo chomrĂĄdaithe. Agus Ăł rugadh smaoineamh iontach den sĂłrt sin, tĂĄ rogha ann cad is mian le Arumov a dhĂ©anamh. BâfhĂ©idir nĂĄr theastaigh uaidh ach cupĂĄn caife a bheith aige le Max. Le do thoil nĂĄ bĂ ag breathnĂș chomh scanraithe sin. Just scrollaigh trĂ na roghanna go lĂ©ir. TĂĄ rudaĂ nĂos measa nĂĄ bĂĄs, agus tĂĄ a fhios ag mĂleataigh Arumov na rudaĂ seo go dĂreach.
- NĂl, Semyon Sanych. Nuair a thosaĂonn an nimh, b'fhĂ©idir go mbeadh aifĂ©ala orm, ach nĂl sĂ© fĂłs. DĂ©an iarracht teachtaireacht thadhlach shoilĂ©ir a fhorbairt, agus ar dtĂșs buailfidh mĂ© le Max agus cuirfidh mĂ© in iĂșl dĂł go rĂ©idh go bhfuil tart ar Arumov as a chuid fola. Lig do SB buille faoi thuairim a bhfuil uaidh.
- Ceart go leor, bainfidh mĂ© triail as. TĂĄ rogha eile ann chun macasamhail a chur i mbaol. DĂ©anfaidh sĂ© iarracht Arumov a neodrĂș nuair a thĂ©ann sĂ© isteach san oifig agus rummages trĂna rĂomhaire.
- NĂ gĂĄ, nĂ gĂĄ duit teagmhĂĄil a dhĂ©anamh le Arumov fĂłs. B'fhĂ©idir nach dtabharfaidh sĂ© seo rud ar bith, ach ardĂłidh ceisteanna an-mhĂ-thaitneamhach do Lenochka, a chaithfidh sĂ a fhreagairt. Come on, cĂ© mhĂ©ad trodaithe is fĂ©idir leat pĂĄirceĂĄil?
- Dan, tĂĄ sĂ© seo go hiomlĂĄn ar mire, ag iarraidh ionsaĂ dĂreach a dhĂ©anamh ar an gcoirnĂ©al ...
- Nà gå ionsaà a dhéanamh air, is féidir leat Leo Schultz a ghabhåil.
- TĂĄ tĂș craiceĂĄilte...
- NĂł an bhfuil aon smaointe agat faoin sĂĄr-shaighdiĂșir sin a shĂĄbhĂĄil mĂ© - Ruslan. Ar an mbealach, tĂĄ roinnt fadhbanna aige freisin leis an gceannaireacht, mura bhfĂ©adfaimis Ă© a mhealladh dĂĄr taobh ...
- CĂ©n taobh, dar leat, atĂĄ ĂĄr taobh?
- I mbeagån focal, cé mhéad trodaithe atå agat?
- Bhuel, an bheirt a chuidĂonn liom leis an naĂolann, ach tĂĄ siad chomh maith pinsinĂ©irĂ. BâfhĂ©idir go mbeidh cĂșpla seanchairde eile ann. Ach ar dtĂșs nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn ar a laghad roinnt sprioc soilĂ©ir a thabhairt dĂłibh.
âIs cuma mĂĄ tĂĄ acmhainn ann, beidh sprioc ann.â Go ginearĂĄlta, ordĂłidh mĂ© dosaen tacair trealaimh, dornĂĄn de AK-85s rialta le radharcanna comhcheangailte, cĂșpla vaimpĂrĂ ciĂșine, cĂșpla Gaussers ultra-fada. MĂĄ tĂĄ go leor airgid agat, tĂĄ miondiĂșracĂĄin ann freisin le haghaidh lainseĂĄlaithe grenade, le cinn chogaidh theirmeacha. Is fĂ©idir leat namhaid a chaitheamh trĂ fhuinneog Ăł dhĂĄ chilimĂ©adar ar shiĂșl. Bhuel, tĂłgfaidh mĂ© dosaen drones beaga, cosĂșil le snĂĄthaidĂ mĂłra.
- Dan, an bhfuil sĂ© beartaithe agat cogadh a thosĂș?
- CĂ© a thugann aire, nĂ cogadh Ă© cogadh, nĂ bheidh sĂ© gan ghĂĄ. Ina theannta sin, tĂĄ sĂ© faoi dhĂł dĂșr bĂĄs a fhĂĄil ag lĂĄmha Arumov agus gan fiĂș caoga grand a chaitheamh air. MĂĄs rud ar bith, gheobhaidh tĂș na huirlisĂ.
- Agus is fĂ©idir leat a cheannach i ndĂĄirĂre gach rud i gceann cĂșpla lĂĄ?
"DĂ©anfaidh mĂ© iarracht le mo chomhphĂĄirtithe d'aois, tĂĄ go leor den chineĂĄl seo rudaĂ acu." Is dĂłcha trĂ Kolyan, ach nĂ bheidh sĂ© ag gnĂomhĂș mar leanbh ... mar sin beidh orainn a roinnt. Iarrfaidh mĂ© ort na hearraĂ a fhĂĄgĂĄil sa veain ag an ĂĄit cheaptha, tabharfaidh mĂ© an seoladh duit trĂd an bhfear flea. Agus muid ag fanacht, dĂĄla an scĂ©il, is fĂ©idir liom bualadh le Dreamland freisin chun a fheiceĂĄil cad a bhĂ Leo Schultz ag iarraidh a thairiscint. Mar a deir tĂș, nĂ mĂłr duit scrollaigh trĂ na roghanna go lĂ©ir.
â I Dreamland a deir tĂș... Hmm, ag smaoineamh ar cĂ© chomh mĂłr agus nach dtaitnĂonn nĂ©archips leat, ba cheart go gcuirfeadh gnĂomhaĂochtaĂ na hoifige seo fearg ort.
- Cad a dhéanann siad?
â DhĂol siad drugaĂ, drugaĂ digiteacha amhĂĄin. Agus nĂl na brabĂșis ann, dar liom, nĂos lĂș nĂĄ Ăł sheancheimic maith. CruthaĂonn siad aon saol ar iarratas na ndaoine sin a chinn an ceann seo a fhĂĄgĂĄil go deo agus bogadh go dtĂ saol fĂorĂșil. Thairis sin, tweak siad an chuimhne ionas nach cuimhin an t-othar rud ar bith. Tugtar âMartian Dreamâ ar an tseirbhĂs.
- Cén cleas salach, nuair a dhéanaimid amach m'fhadhb, is é an chéad phointe eile nå an Dreamland seo a dhó le triomadóir gruaige.
âAgus is Ă© an rud is fuaire nĂĄ go bhfuil an oiread airde bainte amach acu i bhforbairt sceallĂłga mĂłilĂneacha agus Ă©ifeachtaĂ drugaĂ ar an inchinn gur fĂ©idir leo aisling na Martian a thaispeĂĄint fiĂș dĂłibh siĂșd a bhfuil sliseanna saor nĂł sean acu. FiĂș is dĂłcha go bhfeicfidh tĂș Ă©.
- NĂ sa saol.
â D'eisigh siad tĂĄirge nua le dĂ©anaĂ: sliseanna mhĂłilĂneach sealadach. Glacann tĂș branda, greamaĂonn tĂș ar do chraiceann Ă©, agus de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile ionsĂșitear m-sliseanna gearrthĂ©armacha isteach i do shruth fola, rud a sheolfaidh tĂș ar thuras digiteach. TĂĄ cineĂĄlacha Ă©agsĂșla stampaĂ ann, chun an chonaic a dhĂbirt, chun moilliĂș a dhĂ©anamh, nĂł chun leachtĂș iomlĂĄn a dhĂ©anamh. Deir saineolaithe gur fĂ©idir le duine ar bith ceann a roghnĂș a oireann dĂĄ blas. Agus dĂĄla an scĂ©il, tharla sĂ© dom go mb'fhĂ©idir nach bhfuil anseo ach bealach maith chun teachtaireacht rĂșnda a chur in iĂșl. Is fĂ©idir leo stampaĂ a dhĂ©anamh freisin le hordĂș.
âAr ndĂłigh, nĂ raibh leathnĂș mar chuid de mo phleananna, ach tĂĄ sĂ© ceart go leor anois.â
â An bhfuil aon rud eile ag teastĂĄil uaimse seachas gach rud a fhĂĄil amach faoi Arumov, roinnt daoine a shĂniĂș le haghaidh eachtra mire agus tonna arm a cheilt?
- Sea, faigh bealach eile chun cumarsĂĄid a dhĂ©anamh. NĂl aon tuairim agat, a Sheamon Sanych, conas a chuireann an nasc teileapathic seo trĂ chait eagla orm.
- Bhuel, ar an gcĂ©ad dul sĂos, nĂl sĂ sĂĄch telepathic sa chiall go dtuigeann tĂș Ă©. Agus ar an dara dul sĂos, dĂĄ mbeadh na treoracha sin lĂ©ite agam go cĂșramach, bheadh âânĂos mĂł eagla orm.
- Greannmhar, an bhfuil tĂș cinnte nach n-Ă©ireoidh an beithĂoch as smacht?
âNĂ dhĂ©anann sĂ© aon chiall ceist a chur maidir le macasamhail.â CruthaĂodh an tionscadal mar bhreis ar an bprĂomhchlĂĄr spy i gcoinne na Martians. Fabht spiaireachta atĂĄ faoi cheilt mar pheata is fĂ©idir a chur ar dhaoine suimiĂșla. Ach thĂĄinig siad ar an tĂĄtal go tapa chun go n-oibreodh âfabhtâ go hĂ©ifeachtach, go gcaithfidh sĂ© ar a laghad faisnĂ©is theoranta a bheith aige. ForbraĂodh roinnt clĂĄr comhthreomhar chun faisnĂ©is a fhorbairt i madraĂ, parrots agus mhoncaĂ, ach thĂĄinig deireadh leo go lĂ©ir sa deireadh, chomh fada agus is eol dom. Agus dâfhĂĄs macasamhlacha, cosĂșil lenĂĄr nArseny, as fĂric thurgnamhach amhĂĄin, rud nĂĄr mhĂnigh na âintinn mhĂłrâ a rinne an tionscadal riamh go hiomlĂĄn. CĂ© nach âaigne iontachâ mĂ©, dâfhĂ©adfainn a bheith mĂcheart. Go ginearĂĄlta, is Ă© an fĂrinne go gcoimeĂĄdann cĂłip de chonaic duine, a aistrĂtear chuig maitrĂs oiriĂșnach, faisnĂ©is theoranta ar feadh tamaill, sa chiall gur fĂ©idir leis gnĂomhĂș agus cinntĂ a dhĂ©anamh mar an bunaidh. Thairis sin, mĂĄ fheidhmĂonn an chĂłip faoi rialĂș fiĂș faisnĂ©is primitive an ainmhĂ, ach go bhfuil sraith den chineĂĄl cĂ©anna d'orgĂĄin cĂ©adfacha aige, agus go bhfaigheann sĂ© faisnĂ©is i gcĂłnaĂ faoi ghnĂomhaĂocht mheabhrach an bhunaidh, ansin is fĂ©idir leis an gcuas faisnĂ©ise seo a bheith ann ar feadh i bhfad. . Agus bunaĂtear nasc ĂĄirithe idir an intinn bhunaidh agus a chĂłip, rud a ligeann don chomhfhios gnĂomhach âsiĂșlâ idir coirp daoine agus macasamhlacha, agus nĂ gĂĄ go mbeadh an lĂne chumarsĂĄide fisiciĂșil seasmhach fiĂș. Is leor do chait bualadh le chĂ©ile uair amhĂĄin gach cĂșpla mĂ chun cumarsĂĄid a chinntiĂș eatarthu fĂ©in agus cuimhnĂ cinn daoine a chraoladh.
Seo paradacsa: nĂ fĂ©idir an chonaic a iolrĂș, ach amhĂĄin a tharchur. TĂĄ fiĂș cĂĄsanna ann ina ndĂ©antar comhfhiosacht agus cuimhne a aistriĂș go pĂĄirteach i macasamhail mĂĄ fhaigheann duine bĂĄs, ach gan scoilteadh riamh. Mar thoradh ar gach iarracht ar chomhfhios a scoilteadh go hiomlĂĄn cailleadh ceann de na cĂłipeanna a rĂ©asĂșntacht.
Agus do phrĂomhcheist ĂĄ freagairt agat: tĂĄ Arseny agus daoine eile cliste ag leibhĂ©al deilf, tĂĄ a ghnĂomhaĂocht mheabhrach eile go lĂ©ir ina scĂĄthĂĄn ar ĂĄr n-intleacht, mĂłide an firmware bunaidh Ăł threoracha caighdeĂĄnacha agus halgartaim. BuntĂĄiste ollmhĂłr a bhaineann leis an scĂ©im seo nĂĄ Ăłs rud Ă© go spreagtar faisnĂ©is na macasamhlaithe, nĂ ĂșsĂĄideann siad Ă ach nuair is gĂĄ agus nĂ fhĂ©achann siad lena fhorbairt. NĂ gĂĄ a bheith eagla go n-Ă©ireoidh siad rĂł-chliste agus go n-Ă©ireoidh siad as smacht. I bhformhĂłr na gcĂĄsanna, tĂĄ cait ach sĂĄsta fĂĄil rĂ©idh leis na fadhbanna gan ghĂĄ seo. Ach mĂĄ bhĂonn seisiĂșin chumarsĂĄide rialta, nĂ ghnĂomhaĂonn siad nĂos measa nĂĄ foireann iomlĂĄn gnĂomhairĂ. Chomh maith leis sin tĂĄ a fhios acu conas biorobots simplĂ a fhĂĄs chun daoine a rialĂș. FĂor, ag an gcĂ©ad chĂ©im de ghnĂĄth siad iad fĂ©in a theorannĂș do nimheanna agus cleasanna beaga salach eile faoina crĂșba.
- Sea, bheadh ââââsĂ© nĂos fearr gan insint. TĂĄ sĂ© seo fucking telepathy creepy. Seo nuair a chrĂochnaĂonn an fĂor-mhise: i gcloigeann an chait, nĂł ina chodladh sa bhaile? Ăist, bâfhĂ©idir go n-ardĂłidh na cait biorĂłbait chun dul i ngleic leis na rudaĂ olc a thug muintir Arumov isteach?
- NĂl, Denis, tĂĄ brĂłn orm. NĂ fĂ©idir le cait ach an mĂ©id atĂĄ sonraithe sa bhunchlĂĄr a dhĂ©anamh. NĂlim umhal, nĂ âaigne iontachâ mĂ© i ndĂĄirĂre, nĂ bithfhisiceoir nĂł micribhitheolaĂ. NĂl a fhios agam fiĂș cĂ©n prionsabal a oibrĂonn an nasc telepathic seo dĂĄ gcuid gan cainĂ©al fisiceach buan. TrĂd is trĂd, is speisialtĂłir beostoic mĂ© agus bhĂ baint agam le tascanna feidhmithe amhĂĄin sa tionscadal. Agus nuair a thĂĄinig na figiĂșirĂ sin a ghearr oidhreacht na hImpireachta le haghaidh dramh-mhiotail chuig ĂĄr bplandlann barr-rĂșnda chun cur sĂos a dhĂ©anamh ar an maoin, nĂor Ă©irigh linn ach cuid den trealamh agus na hainmhithe a tharraingt amach faoi chlĂșdach an dorchadais. BhĂ ollamh amhĂĄin in Ă©ineacht linn, ach fuair sĂ© bĂĄs deich mbliana Ăł shin. Agus fiĂș nĂ fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© ach tacĂș le dĂșshaothrĂș. FiĂș mĂĄs Sir Isaac Newton tĂș, nĂ bheidh tĂș in ann biorobot nua a chruthĂș gan bhunĂșs institiĂșide.
- Mar sin, is fiĂș ar a laghad tar Ă©is a ordĂș. TĂĄ an lĂĄ ar eolas cheana fĂ©in, is fĂ©idir leat gach rud a phleanĂĄil roimh rĂ©.
âNĂĄ caill mo chroĂ, a chara, is fearr gach rud nach ndĂ©antar.â TĂĄ sĂ© in am againn rudaĂ a chuimilt. TĂĄ raon feidhme na hoibre socraithe, tĂĄ an chĂ©ad seisiĂșn eile de rĂ©ir an sceidil.
âTĂĄ sĂ© in am mionscriosadh,â a dĂșirt an cat go smior agus, cosĂșil le teilgeĂĄn clĂșmhach, le lĂ©im chumhachtach, theith sĂ© dĂreach ar Denis. Ba Ă© an rud deireanach a chonaic sĂ© nĂĄ sĂșile buĂ agus crĂșba ag eitilt dĂreach isteach ina aghaidh.
DĂșisĂodh Denis Ăłna stĂĄt dĂomhaoin le glaoch leanĂșnach thar an lĂonra. Shuigh sĂ© sĂos go drogallach ar an tolg, chuimil sĂ© a aghaidh codlatach agus d'oscail sĂ© an fhuinneog.
- An bhfuil tĂș i do chodladh nĂł cad Ă©? â thĂĄinig glĂłr mĂshĂĄsta amach. NĂ raibh aon ĂomhĂĄ.
- CĂ© hĂ© seo? â BhĂ Denis, nach raibh go hiomlĂĄn ina dhĂșiseacht, ar a shuaimhneas.
â Capall i gcĂłta. Seo Ă© Tom, nĂor cheart duit do scĂth a ligean, ach breathnĂș ar roghanna faoi Max. NĂł an bhfuil dreasachtaĂ breise uait?
- Ăist, fan, conas a chuaigh tĂș isteach...?
- Ăist, srĂĄidbhaile. Cheapann tĂș go scrĂobhann hackers altruistic an firmware do do tĂĄiblĂ©ad. TĂĄ na daoine seo ag obair linn le fada an lĂĄ, mar sin nĂĄ bĂodh iontas ort. Agus bog do thrĂĄtaĂ, tĂłg mo bhriathar ar a shon, nĂ thaitnĂonn dreasachtaĂ breise leat.
- Ceart go leor, ceart go leor, tĂĄ smaoineamh agam conas bualadh le Max. NĂĄ fuss ann.
âFeicim nach bhfaigheann tĂș lĂ©argais ach amhĂĄin tar Ă©is ĂĄr gcomhrĂĄite.â B'fhĂ©idir go gcuirfidh cruinniĂș pearsanta nĂos mĂł inspiorĂĄid.
âIs milseĂĄn tĂș, ar ndĂłigh, ach is fĂ©idir leat a dhĂ©anamh gan cruinnithe pearsanta.â NĂĄ bĂodh imnĂ ort, i mbeagĂĄn focal, beidh gach rud go breĂĄ.
âTĂĄim ag fanacht le torthaĂ nithiĂșla,â dâfhĂĄs Tom faoi dheireadh agus dâĂ©irigh sĂ© as.
âCĂ©n sĂłrt saoil Ă© seo,â a cheap Denis go cantalach, âtĂĄ sĂ© cosĂșil le bheith i bhfairsinge ar feadh trĂ mhĂ, nĂ tharlaĂonn rud ar bith, mar sin, Ă© a mhilleadh, ag rith le constaicĂ. Ach dâimigh an lionn dubh amhail is dĂĄ mba de lĂĄimh.â
BhrĂș Denis cat eile as a bhrollach, a crĂșba sĂĄch mĂłr curtha go domhain faoin gcraiceann. Chuir sĂ© cumarsĂĄid teileapathic ar fĂĄil lena chomhaltaĂ trĂ nascadh go dĂreach leis an nĂ©archĂłras daonna. BhĂ cat ramhar, leisciĂșil, an-mhĂłr le droch-charachtar, darb ainm Adolf, i gcodarsnacht iontach leis an cutie Arseny. Dar leis an Semyon cĂ©anna, d'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© a bheith ar a dtugtar go simplĂ Adik, ach tĂĄ sĂ© seo brute saille nĂor ceapadh chun freagra a thabhairt ar Adik. De rĂ©ir dealraimh, de rĂ©ir an tsean-traidisiĂșin, nĂor bhac na forbrĂłirĂ cĂłrais le comhĂ©adan atĂĄ Ă©asca le hĂșsĂĄid.
"TĂĄ sĂșil agam, mĂĄ gheibhim bĂĄs, nach rachaidh mĂ© isteach chugat."
NĂor ghĂ©ill Adolf ach faoin rĂĄiteas seo agus thosaigh sĂ© ag lĂ go mall ar a chuid giuirlĂ©idĂ pearsanta, gan lĂ©iriĂș nĂ hamhĂĄin ar thĂșs na leath-rĂ©asĂșnachta, ach fiĂș le dea-bhĂ©asa bunĂșsacha.
Ag cuimilt a easnacha brĂșite, tharraing Denis Ă© fĂ©in le chĂ©ile go tapa agus rith sĂ© amach ar an tsrĂĄid mar thranglam trĂĄchta. BhĂ a lĂĄn rudaĂ beartaithe don lĂĄ inniu.
Ar dtĂșs bhĂ orm titim isteach sa bhanc chun cĂĄrta a phiocadh suas le eurocoins. Ba Ă© an chĂ©ad rud eile a cheannaigh sĂ© nĂĄ tablet fillte an-simplĂ le cĂĄrta SIM ar chlĂ©. Stop sĂ© muinĂn a tablet d'aois, ach bhĂ eagla Ă© a chaitheamh amach mar gheall ar an imoibriĂș fĂ©ideartha de dathĂșil Tom, mar sin thĂłg sĂ© amach ach na lionsaĂ agus cluasĂĄin. B'Ă©igean cur i gcĂ©ill le braistint na hainmnĂochta brĂ©ige, a chothaigh go bog na blianta seo ar fad, le fiacla clenched. NĂ raibh aon am chun sob isteach sa pillow. NĂ raibh fĂĄgtha ach an modh cumarsĂĄide seisiĂșin a urramĂș go docht agus tĂĄ sĂșil agam nach raibh Semyon, trĂd an bhfeiste a bhrath Ă©, ĂĄ rianĂș ag muintir Arumov. Go ginearĂĄlta, tar Ă©is cumarsĂĄid a dhĂ©anamh le sean-aithne, fĂĄgadh Denis leis an mothĂș go bhfuil gach trĂĄdĂĄlaĂ de swag mĂdhleathach anois ar bhealach amhĂĄin nĂł ar bhealach eile ceangailte le Arumov, nĂł, ar a laghad, tĂĄ an-eagla air. D'fhan sĂ© ina rĂșndiamhair conas a d'Ă©irigh le Arumov iad go lĂ©ir a aithint, toisc gur daoine aireach iad go lĂ©ir agus nach bhfaca siad a chĂ©ile go pearsanta beagnach. Anacronism a bhĂ i dteagmhĂĄlacha pearsanta ar nĂłs iar-cheannaire Yan nĂł Kolyan, bunaithe ar an scoil, ar an gcolĂĄiste agus ar lucht aitheantais eile, agus fiĂș ar sheasamh ard i struchtĂșir dhlĂthiĂșla agus mothĂș saoirse Ăł phionĂłs iomlĂĄn. NĂor cheadaigh lucht gnĂł na hEorpa nĂł, go hĂĄirithe, Martian iad fĂ©in chun Ă© seo a dhĂ©anamh.
Le Kolyan, bhĂ gach rud simplĂ agus deacair. Ar an drochuair, chaill Denis a iar-cheangail agus nĂ raibh deis ar bith eile aige ordĂș a dhĂ©anamh go tapa dĂĄ âchairdeâ sa tSibĂ©ir. Ar thaobh amhĂĄin, bhĂ tionchar beagnach draĂochtĂșil ag trĂĄcht Tom agus an caoga grand air. Ă faoiseamh, leĂĄigh sĂ© beagnach isteach i lochĂĄn ceart ar an urlĂĄr. Ach nuair a thug Denis le fios nach raibh gach rud ag dul go maith le Tom agus dâiarr air ainmnĂocht an oird a cheilt mĂĄs fĂ©idir, thosaigh sĂșil dheas Kolyan ag casadh go suntasach. NĂor shĂĄraigh ach an coimisiĂșn obscenely ard don idirbheart a chuid imnĂ.
Rinne Denis fionnachtain mhĂthaitneamhach eile nuair a dâiarr sĂ© an seomra sciath a ĂșsĂĄid chun folĂĄireamh a thabhairt do Semyon faoin sean-tĂĄiblĂ©ad agus sonraigh an t-am a gcuirfeadh sĂ© an ceann nua ar siĂșl. Chomh luath agus a dhĂșn sĂ© an doras taobh thiar dĂł, bhraith sĂ© meadhrĂĄn gĂ©ar, amhail is dĂĄ mba thit an t-urlĂĄr amach as faoina chosa ar feadh soicind. Chuaigh an meadhrĂĄn ar aghaidh go tapa, ach dhĂșisigh guthanna mire i mo cheann agus thosaigh mĂ© ag cogar roinnt nonsense dothuigthe ar gach bealach is fĂ©idir. Ar dtĂșs, le cloisteĂĄil, ach gach nĂłimĂ©ad d'Ă©irigh sĂ© nĂos airde agus nĂos ionsĂĄite, agus ansin cuireadh giggle nĂĄireach leis na guthanna. Thug an collar a bhĂ ĂĄ chaitheamh air rabhadh dĂł gan iarracht a dhĂ©anamh Ă© a chaitheamh amach.
Thosaigh Lapin ag glaoch freisin, ag magadh faoi cĂ©n fĂĄth nach raibh Denis ag obair, agus bhĂ iallach ar Lapin bocht dĂ©ileĂĄil le diĂșscairt coimeĂĄdĂĄn ĂĄirithe agus nĂ raibh cead aige dul ar saoire a raibh sĂșil leis le fada. CĂ©n fĂĄth ar chĂłir dĂĄr roinn dĂ©ileĂĄil leis seo, agus nĂ na solĂĄthraithe... Agus go ginearĂĄlta, tĂĄ cineĂĄl Ă©igin de bhruscar bithcheimiceach ann, nĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh teacht gar dĂł.
NĂ raibh Denis ag iarraidh labhairt le Lapin ar chor ar bith. BhĂ ionadh air go ginearĂĄlta ar cĂ© chomh socair agus a lig sĂ© air amhail is nĂĄr tharla aon rud. Amhail is nĂĄrbh Ă© an tĂ© a bhĂ ag gnĂomhĂș mar nightingale roimhe seo agus a gheall focal maith a chur isteach dĂĄ chomhghleacaĂ, agus ansin feall go nĂĄireach air nuair a chuir Arumov brĂș beag air. Agus go ginearĂĄlta, bhĂ an milleĂĄn ar Lapin ar dtĂșs as gach rud lena leithscĂ©alta childish le haghaidh prĂłtacail. Mura n-Ă©istfinn leis, nĂ bhuailfinn le Max agus nĂ thabharfainn an drochsmaoineamh seo do Arumov.
DĂșirt Denis rud Ă©igin cosĂșil le: âGach ceist ar Arumov, oibrĂm ar a threoracha. Agus cuir an milleĂĄn ar do chuid fadhbanna ar Novikov, mar is gnĂĄch,â agus chroch sĂ© suas. âAgus tĂĄ an coimeĂĄdĂĄn suimiĂșil,â a cheap Denis. âNach Ă© seo an coimeĂĄdĂĄn cĂ©anna a dĂșirt Arumov liom ina oifig?â Agus cĂ©n fĂĄth, dâfhĂ©adfadh duine a fhiafraĂ, an gcoimeĂĄdann sĂ© Ă©?â
TĂĄ an tasc is deacra don lĂĄ atĂĄ inniu ann fĂĄgtha ar deireadh. BhĂ Max fĂ©in ag iarraidh cruinniĂș le roinnt laethanta chun rud Ă©igin tĂĄbhachtach a phlĂ©. DĂșirt Max chomh lĂĄidir sin go raibh sĂ© seo an-tĂĄbhachtach, ach nĂor chuir sĂ© aon sonraĂ in iĂșl. Agus rinne Denis agus Semyon iarracht fhiabhrasach teacht suas le cĂłras teachtaireachtaĂ rĂșnda. Agus sa deireadh, shroich siad an pointe ina raibh an cruinniĂș contĂșirteach. Agus chinn Denis gur fiĂș dul i mbaol sular timpeallaithe Tom go hiomlĂĄn Ă© Ăł gach taobh. BhĂothas ag sĂșil go sĂĄbhĂĄlfadh teachtaireachtaĂ trĂd an gcĂĄrta SIM ar chlĂ© agus teachtaire meandrach leis na teicneolaĂochtaĂ criptithe is sofaisticiĂșla Ă© Ăł chairde an chornail ar a laghad.
âMax, an bhfuil tĂș slĂĄintiĂșil, rĂ©idh cosĂĄin a thrasnĂș inniu?â
"Cé hé seo?"
âIs Ă© Dan, nĂlim ach ag scrĂobh Ăł uimhir eile.â
"Agus cad a tharla?"
âMar sin, deacrachtaĂ sealadacha. An bhfuil tĂș saor nĂł nach bhfuil?
"Is fĂ©idir liom i gceann cĂșpla uair an chloig, ach cĂ©n ĂĄit?"
"Rachaimid go dtĂ an ĂĄit is fearr linn."
âĂ, tar ort.â
Thosaigh Denis ag pleanĂĄil bealach a bhĂ mearbhall go leor i gcĂĄs aird ionsĂĄite Ăł aon charachtair shady. Ach ansin sheol Max teachtaireacht nua.
âMar sin, ar eagla na heagla, lig dom a shoilĂ©iriĂș, nĂl sĂ© seo i bhfad Ăł mâollscoil?â
âNĂ hea, a tharla tar Ă©is na hollscoile.â
"Tar Ă©is? Ar a laghad tabhair leid dom faoin mbealach le dul Ăłn ollscoil.â
âMax, nĂĄ bĂ dĂșr, le do thoil. An ceann a ndeachaigh muid chuici tar Ă©is duit cĂ©im a bhaint amach san ollscoil.â
"Sa tĂr"?
âSea, cad eile atĂĄ lasmuigh den chathair. Ăit a mbĂodh muid ag Ăłl."
"DĂĄn, bhuel, d'Ăłl muid go leor."
âSea, chuaigh muid trĂd na spotaĂ te go lĂ©ir i MoscĂł. CĂĄ hĂĄit eile a bhfuil an staighre chomh hard sin?
âĂ, staighre, bhuel, tuigim anois.â
"An bhfuil tĂș cinnte go dtuigeann tĂș?"
âĂist, cad chuige a bhfuil an t-ĂĄdhbhar seo ĂĄ rĂĄ, scrĂobh dĂreach Ă©.â
âSea, tĂĄ sĂ© seo ag teastĂĄil uaim.â
âCeart go leor, mar a thuigim Ă©, tĂĄ sĂ© taobh amuigh, ach faoin gcathair.â
âSea, Max, i mbeagĂĄn focal, tar ar aghaidh, i gceann dhĂĄ uair an chloig.â
Chaith Denis an tĂĄiblĂ©ad uaidh agus Ă© ag cur frustrachais air agus thosaigh sĂ© ag tuirbĂn an chairr.
âThĂłgfadh spiaire ar bith Ă© fĂ©in Ăłn nĂĄire ina dhiaidh seo,â a cheap sĂ©, âmĂ©id iontach leideanna do mhuintir Arumov dĂĄ lĂ©ifeadh siad Ă© seo. Comhcheilg, tĂĄ siad ag diĂșl.â
Tar Ă©is titim na hImpireachta, trĂ©igeadh an chuid is mĂł den meitreo de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile. Rinne eitilt an daonra Ăł MoscĂł gan Ășdar a choinneĂĄil lena chothabhĂĄil. NĂor coinnĂodh ach codanna san iarthar agus sa deisceart in ord oibre, agus cuireadh monarĂĄillĂ dromchla orthu. Agus uaireanta cuireadh na seomraĂ folamh faoi thalamh i gceantair eile ar ceal, uaireanta ĂĄ n-ĂșsĂĄid le haghaidh trĂĄdstĂłrais, tĂĄirgeadh, nĂł bunaĂochtaĂ neamhghnĂĄcha Ăłil, mar an teach tĂĄbhairne â1935â, ĂĄit ar bhreĂĄ le Dan agus Max dul sna seanlaethanta maith.
Ar ndĂłigh, i gcomparĂĄid leis na seanlaethanta maithe, nuair a bhĂ beoir ceardaĂochta ag sileadh cosĂșil le abhainn anseo agus ĂĄilleacht i bicĂnĂ fliuch ag damhsa ar an gcuntar go dtĂ an mhaidin, thit an teach tĂĄbhairne i ndearmad soilĂ©ir freisin. NĂor oibrigh an staighre staighre ach in airde, agus, in ainneoin an trĂĄthnĂłna, nĂ raibh mĂłrĂĄn cuairteoirĂ ann. Agus nĂor tharraing siad a thuilleadh do lucht leanta beorach ceardaĂochta, ach do dhaoine ar meisce Ăłn gceantar mĂĄguaird. Ag cuntar an bharra, a shĂn sa lĂĄr, beagnach feadh an stĂĄisiĂșin ar fad, nĂ raibh ach cĂșpla tĂĄbhairne leamh. Agus sna hamanna is fearr, is ar Ă©igean a bhĂ am ag slua iomlĂĄn na tĂĄbhairne agus na mbanmaidĂ chun Ă©ilimh hipsters rampant a shĂĄsamh. BhĂ bordĂĄil daingean ar na traenacha ar na rianta, agus sular shĂn siad i bhfad isteach i doimhneacht na dtollĂĄin, agus bhĂ sĂ© go hĂĄirithe chic siĂșl ar feadh an dĂĄ traenacha sa trĂĄthnĂłna, ag glacadh pĂĄirte i bpĂĄirtithe agus comĂłrtais tĂ©amacha ar fad ar an mbealach. Ach nĂ bhfuair a leithĂ©id dâĂĄthas, de rĂ©ir dealraimh, freagra i gcroĂthe an phobail onĂłrach sa chomhthionĂłl reatha.
DhĂșisigh guthanna mire i mo cheann thart ar leath bealaigh suas an staighre beo. Ar eagla na heagla, chuaigh Denis chuig tĂĄbhairne a raibh aithne aige air ar dtĂșs le fĂĄil amach an raibh aon ghasĂșir shuntasacha nua tar Ă©is stopadh le cĂșpla uair an chloig anuas. Shrug an tĂĄbhairne agus dhĂrigh sĂ© ar Max, a bhĂ ag Ăłl beorach ag bord faoi cholĂșn.
- An Chéad?
âNĂ hea, an dara ceann cheana fĂ©in, tar ort, gabh suas,â dâfhreagair Max go lionn dubh. âTĂĄ an ĂĄit imithe in olcas, cĂ© go bhfuil an beoir fĂłs ceart go leor.â Agus nĂ fheicfidh tĂș aon sicĂnĂ ag damhsa, b'fhĂ©idir nĂos dĂ©anaĂ...
âTĂĄ an ghĂ©archĂ©im tagtha, tĂĄ na sicĂnĂ go lĂ©ir imithe go hĂĄiteanna ina bhfuil sĂ© nĂos teo.
âIs mĂłr an trua Ă©, tĂĄ cuimhne agam ar chuid acu fĂłs.â CĂ©n t-ainm a bhĂ ar an tĂ© leis na sĂșile is mĂł, Anya nĂł Tanya? Sea, is mĂłr an trua Ă©... ĂĄit atmaisfĂ©ir a bhĂ ann.
- Anois tå sé atmaisféarach freisin.
- Sea, tĂĄ an t-atmaisfĂ©ar cosĂșil le both beorach, ach amhĂĄin taobh istigh den subway, agus nĂ os a chomhair.
- Bhuel, nĂ bialanna Martian.
- NĂĄ habair sin fiĂș. TĂĄ gach rud brĂłnach anseo, ach tĂĄ a fhios agat, bheadh ââââsĂ© nĂos fearr dĂĄ n-Ăłlfainn anseo gach lĂĄ agus go bhfuair mĂ© bĂĄs go ciĂșin, nĂĄ a bheith ag dul go Mars. ThĂłg Mars gach rud uaim, dâfhĂĄg sĂ© blaosc dĂłite amach agam...
-An bhfuil seans ar bith agat ar meisce cheana fĂ©in? An Ă© seo an dara ceann i ndĂĄirĂre?
- B'fhĂ©idir an trĂĂș. Nostalgia ach crĂĄite dom. CĂ©n fĂĄth ar thug tĂș anseo mĂ©, Dan?
âBhĂ tĂș ag iarraidh labhairt i ndĂĄirĂre.â
- Theastaigh uaim, ach mar sin... nĂ dĂłcha go gcabhrĂłidh tĂș liom. As an Ă©adĂłchas, rug mĂ© ort, go deimhin, nĂ dhĂ©anfaidh aon duine agus rud ar bith cabhrĂș liom. A ligean ar a fhĂĄil i ndĂĄirĂre ar meisce.
- NĂ hea, a chara, nĂ oibreoidh sĂ© sin. Ar an gcĂ©ad dul sĂos, nĂ fĂ©idir liom fanacht anseo. TĂĄ uasmhĂ©id uair an chloig agam. Agus sa dara hĂĄit, nĂor cheart duit fanacht timpeall orm ach an oiread. Cuimhnigh, phlĂ©amar comrĂĄdaĂ contĂșirteacha ar cosĂșil go bhfuil aithne mhaith agat air. Mar sin, tĂĄ an-suim ag comrade ionat anois agus b'fhĂ©idir go ndĂ©anfaidh sĂ© iarracht teacht chugat trĂom.
- Cad?? â Thosaigh Max, a bhĂ beagĂĄn codlatach, ag cuimilt a aghaidh, cosĂșil le fear a bhĂ dĂreach tar Ă©is Ă©irĂ i lĂĄr na hoĂche. -An bhfuil tĂș dĂĄirĂre anois?
- NĂos mĂł nĂĄ. â Chuir Denis mallacht air fĂ©in mar nĂĄr smaoinigh sĂ© ar alcĂłl agus Ă© ag tabhairt cuireadh dĂł chuig teach tĂĄbhairne beorach. âMar sin dĂ©anaimis an mĂ©id a bhĂ uainn a phlĂ© go tapa, agus caithfimid dul ar aghaidh.â
- Conas a bhĂ a fhios aige fĂșm fiĂș?
- Cad a cheapann tĂș? BhĂ sĂ© an-trĂna chĂ©ile nuair nĂĄr shĂnigh muid an prĂłtacal damanta sin, agus thug mo cheannasaĂ cĂocrach gach rud dĂł go mion. TĂĄ an stoca, damanta, briste, meabhrĂłidh mĂ© Ă© sin dĂł.
â NĂ fios duit ar domhan go bhfuil Maxes, comhghleacaithe de chuid ĂĄirithe Denis Kaysanov. Conas a thuig sĂ© gur mise an Max cĂ©anna?
- Cé hé an Max céanna sin? Agus, dåla an scéil, b'fhéidir når thuig sé rud ar bith, ach shocraigh sé a sheiceåil féachaint an raibh sé mar an gcéanna.
- Ach... diabhal. Ar bhealach Ă©igin gan choinne. NĂ raibh uaim ach suĂ agus caint agus mo pheacaĂ uaighe a phlĂ©. Agus anseo tĂĄ sĂ©. D'fhĂ©adfĂĄ a bheith ar a laghad leid rud Ă©igin nĂos cĂșramach, nĂł rud Ă©igin. Croithfidh Leo an t-anam asam mĂĄ thuairiscĂonn siad dĂł. Sea, agus uaitse, dĂĄla an scĂ©il, bâfhĂ©idir. Is fostaĂ luachmhar mĂ© fĂłs.
- Ceart go leor, fostaĂ luachmhar, thuig mĂ© go dĂreach go bhfuil rudaĂ deacair le leideanna. Agus nĂl aon am seo le haghaidh scĂ©alta grinn. Agus freisin, mĂĄ fhaigheann an comrĂĄdaĂ contĂșirteach seo amach gur thug mĂ© folĂĄireamh duit, beidh pĂc forc agam. Seinn le do thoil agus lig ort go bhfuil gach rud i borrĂłg.
- Imreoidh mĂ© chomh maith, ach Ăł tharla sĂ© mar seo, an cuimhin leat an tairiscint Ăł Telecom? An bhfuil sĂ© in am aontĂș?
- NĂ fĂ©idir, Max, nĂ fĂ©idir liom dul go Telecom. NĂĄ bĂ buartha, bainfidh mĂ© amach Ă©. TĂĄ cairde agam fĂłs sa tSibĂ©ir, rachaidh mĂ© chucu mĂĄs fĂ©idir liom. CĂ© go bhfuil siad fĂ©in anois i sciathĂĄin an chomrĂĄdaĂ contĂșirteacha seo.
- Bhuel, cén cineål cairde atå sa tSibéir...
- Max, nĂ hĂ© seo an t-am chun argĂłint a dhĂ©anamh, i ndĂĄirĂre. A ligean ar a fhĂĄil sĂos go dtĂ gnĂł, nĂł nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn a reĂĄchtĂĄil ar shiĂșl. Agus nĂ gĂĄ duit a Ăłl a thuilleadh, tĂĄ tĂș softened cheana fĂ©in ar bhealach Ă©igin.
- TĂĄ sĂ© seo tar Ă©is Mars, tĂĄ an meitibileacht tar Ă©is Ă©irĂ go hiomlĂĄn difriĂșil, anois tĂĄ fiĂș beoir gearrtha ag an am.
- Tå sé soiléir go bhfuil Mars millte go leor de do chuid fola.
âNĂ fĂ©idir leat a shamhlĂș fiĂș cĂ© mhĂ©ad a scrios tĂș Ă©,â lean Max ag gearĂĄn faoina chinniĂșint. âAnois nĂ fĂ©idir liom cĂ©ad mĂ©adar a rith ar ghnĂĄthphlĂĄinĂ©ad.â CibĂ© ar bith, nĂ fĂ©idir liom seasamh ar mo chosa ar feadh nĂos mĂł nĂĄ leath uair an chloig. Just a admire Ă©.
Rollaigh Max a chos brĂste, ag taispeĂĄint easnacha snĂĄithĂnĂ carbĂłin an easchnĂĄmharlaigh.
âGan rud seo ar maidin nĂ fĂ©idir liom Ă©irĂ den tocht chĂșitimh i ndĂĄirĂre; tuisleam agus allas ar nĂłs pairilis. TĂĄ mĂ© ag fulaingt le beagnach sĂ© mhĂ anois, ach nĂ fhaca mĂ© mĂłrĂĄn dul chun cinn san athshlĂĄnĂșchĂĄn.
D'fhĂ©ach Denis ar a chomrĂĄdaĂ le nĂos mĂł imnĂ. BhĂ sĂ©, is cosĂșil, dĂĄirĂre faoi sheisiĂșn de sĂciteiripe alcĂłlach. Idir an dĂĄ linn, bhĂ na guthanna i mo cheann cheana fĂ©in ag dul in olcas go leor, cĂ© nach raibh aon rud imithe. Agus bhĂ an t-ionchas go rithfeadh sĂ© isteach i drong Tom ar an mbealach amach, ag tarraingt Max ag caint nonsense meisce faoina lĂĄmha, fĂor scanrĂșil. DĂĄ bhrĂ sin, ghlac Denis, le gesture cinntitheach, an mug dĂł fĂ©in.
âMax, i ndĂĄirĂre, nĂ fĂ©idir linn a bheith dĂșr anseo, dĂ©anaimis teacht le chĂ©ile mura bhfuil aon rud ar an gcĂĄs.â
- Eh, Dan, ach bhĂ muid cairde den sĂłrt sin. NĂĄr tusa an tĂ© a dĂșirt go mbĂonn do theach ar oscailt dom i gcĂłnaĂ, am ar bith den lĂĄ nĂł den oĂche?
âNĂ faoinĂĄr gcairdeas atĂĄ sĂ© ar chor ar bith, ach faoi na cĂșinsĂ.â DĂĄla an scĂ©il, bhĂ lĂĄmh agat fĂ©in sna cĂșinsĂ seo. NĂl dearmad dĂ©anta agam ar conas a thaispeĂĄin an sĂĄr-shaighdiĂșir Ă©.
âTĂĄ brĂłn orm, a Dan, nĂor ghabh mĂ© mo leithscĂ©al as an eachtra sin,â a dĂșirt Max lĂĄithreach. âNĂ raibh uaim ach beagĂĄn a thaispeĂĄint agus nĂor smaoinigh mĂ© ar na hiarmhairtĂ.â
- Ceart go leor, glactar leis an leithscéal, tå sé ró-dhéanach anois Borjomi a ól. Ach tå sé in am anois éirà as seo.
âĂist, a Dan,â chlaon Max go gĂ©ar i dtreo a idirghabhĂĄlaĂ agus dĂșirt sĂ© le cogar amharclainne. â TĂĄ ĂĄbhar amhĂĄin ann a chabhrĂłidh linn ĂĄr gcuid fadhbanna go lĂ©ir a rĂ©iteach, gan aon TeileachumarsĂĄid agus assholes eile. TĂĄ a fhios agam conas is fĂ©idir leat a lĂĄn airgid a dhĂ©anamh go tapa, go praiticiĂșil go dlĂthiĂșil.
â Max, an ndearna tĂș dearmad de thaisme ar na assholes Ăł sheirbhĂs slĂĄndĂĄla do Telecom.
- Go hifreann leo. TĂĄ faisnĂ©is iontaofa ann go bhfuil ualach oibre na chĂ©ad roinne an-ard anois agus nach bhfuil an dĂłchĂșlacht go bhfĂ©achfaĂ ar an taifeadadh ard. MĂĄ Ă©irĂonn linn gach rud a dhĂ©anamh go tapa, bainfimid an taos agus fĂĄgfaimid sula dtagann siad ar a gcĂ©adfaĂ.
- Maith go leor, cad Ă© an topaic? - Chlaon Denis.
â Ag am amhĂĄin, ar Mars, bhĂ mĂ© i ndĂĄirĂre lĂĄmhaigh mĂłr. Ach ansin, dĂ©arfaimid, rinne sĂ© praiseach go leor agus chaill sĂ© a chuid pribhlĂ©idĂ go lĂ©ir. Ach chuir mĂ© rud Ă©igin i bhfolach ar feadh lĂĄ na coise tinne. TĂĄ a fhios agat conas is fĂ©idir leat tuairteĂĄla rĂĄta aon cryptocurrency Martian, ceart?
- Sea, mar sin ligfidh duine éigin duit airgeadra Neurotek a mhilleadh, is mó an seans go mbeidh muid féin scriosta in am ar bith.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth lĂĄithreach Neuroteka. TĂĄ airgeadraĂ nĂos simplĂ agus nĂos lĂș ann. I mbeagĂĄn focal, tĂĄ cur sĂos iomlĂĄn agam ar leochaileacht na halgartaim ar cheann de na hairgeadraĂ sin, nĂ an ceann is coitianta, ach go leor luachmhar. TĂĄ an scam thar a bheith simplĂ: dĂ©anaimid an oiread agus is fĂ©idir a fhĂĄil ar iasacht in airgeadra ar leith, dĂ©anaimid Ă© a mhalartĂș ar rud Ă©igin cobhsaĂ, agus ansin foilsĂmid an leochaileacht agus an voila: Ăocaimid na fiacha go lĂ©ir Ăłn gcĂ©ad tuarastal.
â An dtairgeann tĂș imirt ar stocmhalartĂĄn Martian?
- Ar an Martian, nĂ gĂĄ ach Ă©. TĂĄ conarthaĂ cliste i ngach ĂĄit a chosnaĂonn i gcoinne scammers den sĂłrt sin agus is fĂ©idir leo cuntais gach duine a ghiorrĂș airgeadra ĂĄirithe, mar a dĂ©arfĂĄ, a bhlocĂĄil go huathoibrĂoch go dtĂ go soilĂ©irĂtear Ă©. Agus inĂĄr mĂĄthair ar gcĂșl sa RĂșis, is fĂ©idir leat gnĂĄthchonradh âpĂĄipĂ©irâ a thabhairt i gcrĂch trĂ sheirbhĂs chreidmheasa fhrithleathach Ă©igin. Agus beidh muid glan go foirmiĂșil roimh an dlĂ, beidh muid ag dul cibĂ© ĂĄit is mian linn.
â Agus cĂ© mhĂ©ad, n'fheadar, a thuillfimid trĂd an tseirbhĂs fhrithleathach?
"DĂ©anfaimid airgead maith, creidim dom." NĂl le dĂ©anamh againn ach teacht ar nĂos mĂł daoine den eite chlĂ© a ghlacfaidh na hiasachtaĂ. Seo, dĂĄla an scĂ©il, a bheidh do tasc.
- Max, an bhfuil tĂș ag magadh orm?
- Dan, cuirim fĂor-ĂĄbhar ar fĂĄil duit, mar do chara is fearr. â Rug Max ar Denis le muinchille, ag breathnĂș isteach ina shĂșile go dĂlis. - Agus tĂĄ tĂș ag gĂĄire faoi rud Ă©igin arĂs. Beimid i seaclĂĄid ar feadh an chuid eile dĂĄr saol.
- Cad a chuireann ort smaoineamh nĂĄr dĂșnadh an leochaileacht seo i bhfad Ăł shin?
- NĂor dhĂșn siad, tĂĄ a fhios agam go cinnte.
- Agus cén cineål airgeadra é seo?
- N-nĂ hea, na sonraĂ go lĂ©ir nĂos dĂ©anaĂ. â Dâaistrigh Max chuig cogar an-chiĂșin. âTĂ©igh go Dreamland, mar, fĂ©ach cad atĂĄ i ndĂĄn do Schultz.â FĂĄgfaidh mĂ© stampa eile ansin, beidh na sonraĂ go lĂ©ir ann. DĂ©arfaidh tĂș ansin go ndĂșirt cara Ăł chathair Tula Dia duit.
- Ceart go leor, rachaidh mé go dtà an Dreamland seo de do chuid.
- A Dhain, nĂ gĂĄ duit dul dĂreach. Caithfimid daoine a chuardach anois agus smaoineamh ar an mbealach Ă©alaithe. TĂĄ sĂșil agam gur saineolaĂ thĂș ar chĂșrsaĂ mar seo.
- An dĂłigh leat nach bhfuil aon rud nĂos fearr le dĂ©anamh agam anois?
- Stop gach rud atĂĄ ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh agat, nĂ thagann a leithĂ©id de thicĂ©ad ĂĄdh amach ach uair amhĂĄin. Ach nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn gach rud a dhĂ©anamh nĂos tapĂșla.
"NĂos tapĂșla!" - dĂșirt duine Ă©igin i nguth creepy childish Ăłn taobh thiar. GhĂĄir Denis amhail is dĂĄ mba Ăł turraing leictreach agus thosaigh sĂ© ag casadh a cheann scanrĂșil sa tĂłir ar ĂșinĂ©ir an ghutha.
- Dan, an bhfuil tĂș ceart go leor?
- Maith go leor, ba chosĂșil Ă©.
âBhĂ tĂș ag cur allais agus tĂș ag siĂșl.â
- TĂĄ sĂ© ag Ă©irĂ te. TĂĄimid inĂĄr suĂ anseo cosĂșil le dhĂĄ mhaidin. A ligean ar a fhĂĄil amach.
- An bhfaighidh tĂș daoine mar sin?
- Gheobhaidh mé é, gheobhaidh mé é ...
Tharraing Denis Max amach Ăłn mbord le forneart.
- Mar sin, beidh tĂș a shĂniĂș?
- Sea, tĂĄ a fhios agam, bog do chuid crĂșba.
Chuaigh Denis chuig an tåbhairne agus thug sé cårta dó caoga bonn euro.
- Wow, leideanna, fuair saibhir? â d'fhiosraigh an tĂĄbhairne lionn dubh.
- Fuair ââââmĂ© oidhreacht. Egor, le do thoil a thabhairt do mo chara trĂd na tollĂĄin agus Ă© a chur i dtacsaĂ.
-An bhfuil tĂș ag fanacht le duine Ă©igin?
- NĂl, dĂreach mar sin, ar eagla na heagla, fireman.
- DĂreach? NĂl aon deacracht ag teastĂĄil uaim anseo, is fĂ©idir leat a fheiceĂĄil nach bhfuil rudaĂ ag dul go maith ar aon nĂłs.
- Freagraim.
- Ceart go leor, feicfidh Sanya amach thĂș.
An tĂĄbhairne motioned chuig an garda leamh.
D'Ă©irigh le Denis slĂĄn a fhĂĄgĂĄil le slĂĄn a fhĂĄgĂĄil ag Max ar meisce agus le tairiscintĂ leanĂșnacha dĂ don bhĂłthar, don siĂșlĂłid, agus mar sin de. Agus chaith sĂ© an allais as a forehead ach amhĂĄin nuair a bhĂ sĂ©, in Ă©ineacht le garda, imithe taobh thiar de dhoras na seirbhĂse. Chas sĂ© thart agus beagnach iompĂș liath. Go litriĂșil deich mĂ©adar os a chomhair sheas cailĂn beag i gĂșna bĂĄndearg agus bogha ollmhĂłr. NĂ raibh an cailĂn ag gĂĄire i nguth sepulchral, ââgo simplĂ aoibh sĂ go binn, agus a sĂșile gorm pollta lean gach gluaiseacht gan staonadh. Thosaigh Denis ag cur allais nĂos mĂł nĂĄ riamh agus bhraith sĂ© crith fealltach ar a ghlĂșine.
- Egor, slån a fhågåil, rith mé.
"Fan, bhĂ an chuma ar do chara rud Ă©igin a chur i do phĂłca cĂșil agus tĂș ag barrĂłg."
- Go dĂĄirĂre, go raibh maith agat.
Mhothaigh Denis an pĂosa pĂĄipĂ©ir i bpĂłca cĂșil a jeans. âTĂĄ sĂ© suimiĂșil, bâfhĂ©idir nach raibh Max ar meisce ar chor ar bith. Agus nĂl sĂ© cosĂșil leis, bhĂ sĂ© ina fhear cliste i gcĂłnaĂ."
ThĂłg sĂ© suas an staighre staighre go litriĂșil. NĂ raibh Tom agus a ghasĂșir, buĂochas le Dia, ag fanacht leis ar an mbealach amach. Ach ghlaoigh an glao chomh luath agus a bhain an tĂĄiblĂ©ad an comhartha suas.
- Agus cĂĄ bhfuil tĂș? - Ghlaodh guth feargach Tom amach.
- Nà raibh mé ach ag dul faoi do ghnó.
- Mar sin nĂor chĂłir duit a reĂĄchtĂĄil ach faoi mo ghnĂł. An bhfuil rudaĂ nĂos tĂĄbhachtaĂ le dĂ©anamh agat?
- NĂl, cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș ag brĂș orm?
- CĂ©n fĂĄth nach raibh comhartha ar bith ann?
D'fhĂ©ach Denis go cĂșramach timpeall na cearnĂłige os comhair an bhealaigh amach agus an bhĂłthair. Is cosĂșil nach raibh aon rud amhrasach ann, ach bhĂ eagla air brĂ©ag dĂreach.
â BhĂ mĂ© in aon ĂĄit amhĂĄin fĂ© thalamh. Bhuail mĂ© le fear atĂĄ ag plĂ© leis an gcĂłras slĂĄndĂĄla teileachumarsĂĄide.
- Mar sin, an bhfuil dul chun cinn ann? Imigh leat, nå bà i do thost, ba chóir duit glaoch ort féin agus bà ag gåire faoi cad é agus conas.
â TĂĄ dul chun cinn ann, tĂĄ bealach ann Max a mhealladh go rĂșnda chuig cruinniĂș.
- Ăist, tĂĄ mĂ© ag cailleadh foighne. CĂ©n bealach?
- Nuair a thiocfaidh an t-am, inseoidh mé gach rud duit.
âTiocfaidh do chuid ama i gceann deich soicind.â Ăireamh.
âFan go fĂłill, tĂĄ comhaontĂș againn,â thosaigh Denis ag rĂĄ go minic, âbeidh mĂ© Max leat, agus cosnĂłidh tĂș mĂ© Ăł dhĂoltas Telecom.â Ar ndĂłigh, tĂĄ tĂș scanrĂșil, tĂĄ cac agam cheana fĂ©in trĂ huaire, ach seans go mbeidh SB Telecom nĂos measa fĂłs. CĂ©n difrĂocht a dhĂ©anann sĂ© domsa a bhfaighidh mĂ© bĂĄs? MĂĄ insĂonn mĂ© gach rud duit, nĂ dhĂ©anfaidh tĂș ach mĂ© a shocrĂș agus a cheat dom. ImrĂmis cothrom.
- Go hionraic? Is mise an duine is macĂĄnta ar domhan, rud a deirim, dĂ©anaim i gcĂłnaĂ.
- DĂșirt tĂș go bhfuil seacht lĂĄ agam. I gceann seacht lĂĄ, bainisteoidh mĂ© agus dĂ©anfaidh mĂ© gach rud chomh glan sin nach dtuigfidh Telekom fiĂș rud ar bith, â lean Denis ar aghaidh ag caoineadh go mĂłr. - Ach nĂ gĂĄ duit do lĂĄmh a bhrĂș i gcĂłnaĂ.
- Ar mhaith leat imirt liom? frets. Just a gealladh dom agus ansin gan Ă© a dhĂ©anamh i bhfad nĂos measa nĂĄ ag fĂĄil bhĂĄis. Beidh na diabhal in ifreann ag caoineadh ag fĂ©achaint ort. An chĂ©ad uair eile, cuir glaoch ort fĂ©in, agus dĂ©an iarracht Ă© a dhĂ©anamh sula gcaillfidh mĂ© mo mheon.
- Inniu, amårach gheobhaidh mé an uirlis agus eagróidh mé gach rud.
- Is fĂ©idir leat cinniĂșint a mhealladh oiread agus is mian leat. Sea, agus ar ndĂłigh nĂor shĂl mĂ© go raibh tĂș chomh crĂĄite is go ndĂ©anfĂĄ gach rud a thĂĄstĂĄil ort fĂ©in, ach cuimhnigh: i gceann dhĂĄ uair an chloig gheobhaidh tĂș dĂĄileog mharfach de nimh, agus i gceann uair go leith gheobhaidh tĂș. nĂ bheidh ach dul dall i sĂșil amhĂĄin. Inniu bhĂ tĂș gar.
Ag an bpointe seo fuair Tom bĂĄs.
âBhuel, a leannĂĄn, is plĂ©isiĂșr Ă© cumarsĂĄid a dhĂ©anamh leis,â a cheap Denis, agus Ă© ag dreapadh isteach sa charr. âNĂ mĂłr dĂșinn teacht ar rud Ă©igin go prĂĄinneach, nĂł beidh orainn rogha an-mhĂthaitneamhach a dhĂ©anamh.â Ă tĂĄ". Rinne Denis beagnach dearmad faoin nĂłta. ScrĂobhadh an teachtaireacht ar phĂosa pĂĄipĂ©ir, i lĂĄmhscrĂbhneoireacht an-clumsy, agus bhĂ na lĂnte scrĂofa freisin go randamach, uaireanta forluĂ ar a chĂ©ile, ach bhĂ sĂ© indĂ©anta a dhĂ©anamh amach.
âDia, dĂ©an dearmad ar an bullshit go lĂ©ir a bhĂ ĂĄ rĂĄ agam. BhĂ sĂ© seo atreorĂș, is fĂ©idir leat dul go dtĂ Dreamland, fĂ©ach cad a d'fhĂĄg Leo taobh thiar de, ionas go mbeidh an SB creidim nĂos lĂĄidre sa finscĂ©al seo. Is Ă© an t-aon seans chun iad a mhealladh nĂĄ nĂłta den sĂłrt sin a scrĂobh gan breathnĂș ar an bpĂosa pĂĄipĂ©ir. Is fĂ©idir leat stampa aisling Martian a fhĂĄgĂĄil dom le teachtaireacht, tĂĄ sĂșil agam nach mbeidh siad in ann Ă© a lĂ©amh. TĂ©igh go dtĂ an chathair Korolev ag an seoladh seo. TĂĄ an eochair chun an ĂĄrasĂĄn i bhfolach faoin doras Baile Ătha Troim, bun ar dheis. Caithfidh rĂomhaire glĂșine a bheith san ĂĄrasĂĄn, is Ă© âMarch Hareâ pasfhocal an chuntais. Ba chĂłir go mbeadh clĂĄr ag an rĂomhaire glĂșine, rud Ă©igin cosĂșil le teachtaire le lĂon mĂłr teagmhĂĄlacha. ScrĂobh chuig fear darb ainm Rudeman Saari: âBa mhaith liom tosĂș arĂs agus tĂĄ a fhios agam bealach cumarsĂĄide. Teacht go MoscĂł. Uas". FĂĄg stampa dom lena fhreagra, mĂĄ tĂĄ ceann ann. Le do thoil Dan, nĂl aon duine eile agam le casadh air. Chaill mĂ© i bhfad nĂos mĂł ar Mars nĂĄ airgead, teaghlach agus cairde. Is Ă© Rudeman Saari an t-aon seans atĂĄ agam rud Ă©igin a thabhairt ar ais.â
âTĂĄ, a Max, tĂĄ tĂș cunallach, ar ndĂłigh,â a chlaon Denis, âach nĂ dĂłcha go mbeidh mĂ© in ann cabhrĂș leat faoi lĂĄthair, mura sĂĄbhĂĄlann an Rudeman Saari mistĂ©ireach seo mĂ© Ăł Arumov freisin. CĂ© go mbâfhĂ©idir gur cheart go rachadh Semyon go Korolev.â
An lĂĄ dĂĄr gcionn, nĂ raibh an ghrian imithe thar a bua, agus bhĂ Denis ina sheasamh cheana fĂ©in sa charrchlĂłs os comhair fhoirgneamh na cuideachta DreamLand. InnĂ© thĂĄinig comharsa Lech isteach arĂs le trĂ bhuidĂ©al beorach, agus nĂorbh fhĂ©idir dĂșiseacht go luath, cĂ© go raibh a fhios ag Dan go gĂ©ar go raibh an t-ĂłlachĂĄn ina staid an-amaideach.
CruinneachĂĄn Ă©ilipsĂłideach de ghloine agus de mhiotal a bhĂ san fhoirgneamh nuathĂłgtha. Doirteadh scĂĄthĂĄn ollmhĂłr de thaiscumar saorga dĂreach os a chomhair. CĂ© a bheadh ââin amhras gur bhain brabĂșs suntasach as an trĂĄdĂĄil i âdrugaĂ digiteachaâ. Taobh istigh, bhĂ gach rud lĂnithe le criadĂłireacht luxurious agus colĂșin marmair. âAgus cĂ©n fĂĄth, nâfheadar, a bhfuil an oiread sin imnĂ ar chuideachta a dhĂolann seachmaill faoi mhaisiĂșchĂĄn fĂor a lair?â - ShĂl Denis, ag dĂ©anamh suirbhĂ© skeptical ar an spĂĄs istigh. Mhothaigh sĂ© nĂĄire fisiciĂșil beagnach don ĂĄit seo. CosĂșil le mĂĄistir Ord an Inquisition Naofa, a wandered thaisme isteach orgy unbridled worshippers Satan. NĂ raibh, nĂ raibh sĂ© ag iarraidh pĂĄirt a ghlacadh nĂł a chosaint ar an imeacht; bhĂ a mhian gach rud a dhĂł go talamh fĂor Ăł chroĂ. BâfhĂ©idir nach mbeadh Denis riamh in ann a disgust a shĂĄrĂș agus dul i ngleic leis an bhfĂĄiltiĂș, ach thĂĄinig seirbhĂseach na seite fĂ©in anuas. Fear beag lag d'aois Ă©iginnte, le gruaig tanaĂ smeartha le glĂłthach agus gruth liath, mĂshlĂĄintiĂșil. In ainneoin aghaidh gĂ©ar an chliaint, bhris sĂ© isteach i aoibh ghĂĄire leathan cleachtaithe. Ar ndĂłigh, ba amaideach dĂłchas a bheith aici as a macĂĄntacht ina leithĂ©id dâĂĄit. Mar sin fĂ©in, is annamh a bhĂonn comhbhĂĄ agus cairdiĂșlacht Ăł chroĂ in ĂĄit ar bith; nĂos minice tĂĄ siad i bhfolach taobh thiar de hypocrisy agus fĂ©in-leas. Ach tĂĄ eagla agus fuath beagnach i gcĂłnaĂ fĂor.
â An Ă© seo do chĂ©ad uair linn?
- Ar ndĂłigh, an dĂłigh leat go dtiocfainn anseo arĂs?
âTagann go leor daoine,â rinne an fear beag mionghĂĄire nĂos leithne fĂłs, agus ar feadh nĂłimĂ©id thĂĄinig grĂĄinne ainmhĂ ina ghreim agus ansin imithe. Ach bhĂ Denis rĂ©idh agus d'Ă©irigh leis gach rud a fheiceĂĄil.
âBâĂ©igean do chara mise a fhĂĄgĂĄil⊠rud Ă©igin,â a dĂșirt sĂ© go drogallach.
- Sea, seiceålfaidh mé an bunachar sonraà anois. An bhfuil d'ainm ar eolas agam?
- Denis... Kaisanov.
- Go hiontach, Denis. Yakov is ainm dom, oibreoidh mĂ© mar do chĂșntĂłir, mura miste leat. D'fhĂĄg do chara bronntanas i ndĂĄirĂre, bronntanas an-fhlaithiĂșil.
- Teachtaireacht?
- NĂ hea, cad a bhfuil tĂș ag caint faoi, thug sĂ© aisling beag duit.
- Aisling beag? - dĂșirt Denis. - NĂ hea, nĂ chuirfidh mĂ© âstampaâ air.
- Ă, tĂĄ sĂ© seo i bhfad nĂos fearr nĂĄ stampa simplĂ. Come on, inseoidh mĂ© duit gach rud i seomra ar leith.
Phioc an fear beag Denis go cĂșramach in aice leis an uillinn agus thug sĂ© trĂd an halla agus isteach san fhoirgneamh. Chuaigh siad thar sraith hallaĂ le linnte snĂĄmha, a raibh go leor daoine ag ligean a scĂthe timpeall orthu. âCĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil na bastards beaga seo sĂĄite anseo mar rĂłnta i rookery, agus gan a bheith ina luĂ ar an tolg sa bhaile? Conas atĂĄ an drĂșthlann seo difriĂșil Ăł na gnĂĄth-bullshit ar lĂne faoi elves agus goblins? - ShĂl Denis agus Ă© ag dul thart.
-Cad a fheiceann siad ann? - d'iarr sé ar an mbainisteoir.
- Feiceann gach duine cad ba mhaith leo.
- Feiceann go leor sĂocĂłis agus andĂșiligh drugaĂ a bhfuil uathu.
- De ghnĂĄth, nĂ hea, nĂ rialaĂonn siad an prĂłiseas. Ar ndĂłigh, is fios gnĂł ĂĄr dteicneolaĂocht, ach creidim dom, nĂl baint ar bith ag drugaĂ leis. Is Ă an tsamhlaĂocht an nĂ©archip is cumhachtaĂ sa chruinne, nĂ gĂĄ duit ach Ă© a chur ag obair.
â Agus mura bhfuil nĂ©archip ann, an leor an tsamhlaĂocht lĂ©i fĂ©in?
- Beidh sĂ© ach a bheith nĂos costasaĂ. NĂ sheasann na teicneolaĂochtaĂ gan staonadh; is beag nach dteastaĂonn leictreonaic ionchlannaithe ar ĂĄr gcuid m-sliseanna a thuilleadh. NĂl an lĂĄ i bhfad amach nuair a bheidh sĂ© indĂ©anta spĂłir speisialta a ionanĂĄlĂș go simplĂ, a fhorbrĂłidh iad fĂ©in ina bhfeiste atĂĄ ag teastĂĄil i gcorp an duine.
Denis shudded ag an ionchas.
âNĂĄ bĂodh imnĂ ort, nĂ gĂĄ duit aon rud breise a Ăoc, tĂĄ gach rud Ăoctha cheana fĂ©in,â a dhearbhaigh Yakov, ag dĂ©anamh mĂthuiscint ar imoibriĂș an chliaint. âTar isteach, le do thoil,â a dĂșirt sĂ©, ag oscailt doirse seomra cruinnithe beag.
BhĂ beagnach an seomra ar fad ĂĄitithe ag tĂĄbla gloine agus cĂșpla seilfeanna. D'imigh Yakov timpeall beagĂĄn agus tharraing sĂ© rĂomhaire glĂșine beag Ăłn tseilf.
-Nach bhfuil sliseanna agat i ndĂĄirĂre?
- NĂl.
- Ceart go leor, ansin taispeĂĄnfaidh mĂ© cur i lĂĄthair gairid duit ar an rĂomhaire glĂșine ...
- NĂl gĂĄ le haon chur i lĂĄthair, mĂnigh cad a d'fhĂĄg tĂș dom.
- Maith go leor, dĂ©anaimis gan cur i lĂĄthair. Tugaimid tobar mianta ar an tseirbhĂs seo. TĂĄ sĂ© an-daor agus, a ligean le rĂĄ, nĂ hamhĂĄin chun crĂocha siamsaĂochta. Ar dtĂșs, dĂ©anann m-sliseanna speisialta cuimhne agus pearsantacht duine a scanadh, ansin dĂ©anann na lĂonraĂ nĂ©arĂșla is cumhachtaĂ dĂĄr gcuideachta a phrĂłiseĂĄil, lena n-ĂĄirĂtear ar fhreastalaithe Martian, an fhaisnĂ©is a fhaightear. TĂĄ a fhios agat, cosĂșil le haitheantas ĂomhĂĄ, nĂl ach na halgartaim i bhfad nĂos casta. Agus bunaithe ar na torthaĂ, comhlĂonfaidh na chĂ©ad instealladh eile de sceallĂłga m an aisling is tĂĄbhachtaĂ, fĂor atĂĄ ag duine. Ar iarratas Ăłn gcliant, is fĂ©idir linn cuimhne an chliaint a scriosadh as a bheith pĂĄirteach inĂĄr gcuideachta, ansin is cosĂșil go leanann an aisling insamhlaithe den ghnĂĄthshaol agus go bhfeiceann sĂ© nĂos rĂ©adĂșla. Ach mĂĄs mian leat, nĂ gĂĄ duit aon rud a nigh mura bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh. Ar ndĂłigh, tĂĄ, chun Ă© a chur go Ă©adrom, daoine cĂșng-intinn agus a n-aislingĂ rĂł-simplĂ, nĂl aon rud le rĂ©iteach. Ach uaireanta tagann gnĂĄthdhuine chugainn, rud nach bhfuil suntasach ar bhealach ar bith, ach casadh go hiomlĂĄn difriĂșil air. ForbraĂonn sĂ© inspreagadh d'ord cĂĄilĂochtĂșil difriĂșil. Chonaic sĂ© an mĂ©id a dâfhĂ©adfadh sĂ© a bhaint amach, agus spreagann sĂ© seo fuinneamh, toil den sĂłrt sin chun an bua a fhĂĄil... Chun breathnĂș isteach ar aghaidh a leithĂ©id de dhuine, slĂĄn a fhĂĄgĂĄil leis ar an mbealach amach, bĂm ag obair gan staonadh, oibrĂmid go lĂ©ir. ..
"Ceart go leor, Yakov, stopfaimid." An gceapann tĂș go dĂĄirĂre go gceadĂłidh mĂ© mĂ© fĂ©in a ionchlannĂș leis na m-sliseanna seo agus mâaitheantas a aithint! An bhfuil tĂș cinnte nach n-ĂșsĂĄideann tĂș rud ar bith anseo?
â NĂ fheicfidh Ă©inne do shonraĂ pearsanta, nĂĄ bĂ buartha. Go deimhin, nĂ stĂłrĂĄiltear iad tar Ă©is an tseirbhĂs a sholĂĄthar, fiĂș i bhfoirm criptithe. TĂĄ sĂ© costasach ionaid sonraĂ a lĂonadh le terabytes faisnĂ©ise nach bhfuil ag teastĂĄil Ăł aon duine.
â Ar ndĂłigh, ach nĂ rianaĂonn nĂ©archips ĂșsĂĄideoirĂ riamh.
- Toirmisceann dlĂthe agus conarthaĂ Ă© seo go dĂreach, agus cĂ©n fĂĄth, inis dom, a bhfuil saol pearsanta duine Ă©igin ag teastĂĄil uainn?
- Sea, creidim thĂș, le mo chroĂ go lĂ©ir. Agus ar an bhfĂric go gcaitheann Martians a gcuid laethanta ag scrĂobadh manes na unicorns agus fĂ©ileacĂĄin chasing. Ar aon nĂłs, ar fhĂĄg tĂș aon rud eile dom?
- ĂocaĂocht amhĂĄin as an tseirbhĂs seo. Ach ar Ă©igean is fĂ©idir liom flaithiĂșlacht nĂos mĂł a shamhlĂș ...
- Fadhb ar bith, is fĂ©idir leat tumadh isteach i do tobar tĂș fĂ©in.
â Bhain mĂ© ĂșsĂĄid as an tseirbhĂs seo cheana fĂ©in agus, mar a fheiceann tĂș, nĂor tharla aon rud dona.
- An bhfuil sĂ© fĂor? Agus cad a chonaic tĂș ann?
âNĂl a fhios ag aon duine cad a chonaic mĂ© ann, nĂ fiĂș stiĂșrthĂłir na cuideachta DreamLand.â
- Bhuel, cĂ© a bheadh ââin amhras faoi. Go ginearĂĄlta, is fearr ar fad.
D'éirigh le Yakov Denis a thascradh ag an doras cheana féin.
- Fan, le do thoil, ach dhĂĄ soicind. BhĂ do chara, rud aisteach go leor, tuartha go mb'fhĂ©idir nach mbeadh an imoibriĂș iomlĂĄn ceart. D'iarr sĂ© orm a chur in iĂșl go mb'fhĂ©idir gur bealach Ă© seo le tuiscint a fhĂĄil ar cĂ© tĂș fĂ©in i ndĂĄirĂre.
- Is Ă© mo imoibriĂș an t-aon cheann ceart. Agus beidh mĂ© a dhĂ©anamh amach cĂ© mĂ© fĂ©in.
- Lig dom a chrĂochnĂș... MĂĄs fiĂș an chĂ©ad uair go bhfuil fadhb de shaghas Ă©igin ann, cĂ© gur tharla go leor cĂĄsanna den sĂłrt sin le linn ĂĄr gcuid oibre ar fad, dĂ©anfaimid an clĂĄr a atosĂș. Ăoctar go speisialta as an tseirbhĂs faoi dhĂł, agus is fĂ©idir aisĂocaĂocht a fhĂĄil le haghaidh seoladh cĂșltaca mura n-ĂșsĂĄidtear Ă...
Chuir Denis an bainisteoir ar leataobh go diongbhĂĄilte agus shiĂșil sĂ© go fuinniĂșil i dtreo na slĂ amach, gan ach rith isteach i Lenochka ag an gcĂ©ad linn snĂĄmha, beagnach srĂłn le srĂłn. D'fhĂ©ach sĂ, mar is gnĂĄch, ĂĄlainn, go hĂĄirithe i gcodarsnacht leis an seirbhĂseach homely de Dreamland. DĂreach cosĂșil le ga solais i rĂocht dorcha.
- Ă, Denchik, cad atĂĄ tĂș a dhĂ©anamh anseo? - chirped sĂ joyfully.
- TĂĄ mĂ© ag imeacht. CĂ©n cinniĂșint atĂĄ agat?
- Bhuel, tĂĄim i mbun gnĂł.
- Ar ghnĂł? ShĂl mĂ© go dtagann daoine anseo Ăł gach cearn de MoscĂł chun a gcuid rudaĂ fionnuar a thaispeĂĄint.
âMĂĄ tĂĄ airgead agat, is fĂ©idir leat bata amach,â a gĂĄire Lenochka. -An bhfuil tĂș i Hurry?
- NĂ cosĂșil, cĂ© gur chĂłir go mbeadh. Cad Ă© do ghnĂł ansin?
- Nà dhéanfaidh aon nà speisialta. Når mhaith leat dul a luà in aice na linne go fóill?
âSea, ar ndĂłigh ba mhaith liom,â a cheap Denis, âagus nĂ amhĂĄin taobh na linne, agus nĂ hamhĂĄin luĂ timpeall. Is fĂor, tĂĄ cĂșpla tasc prĂĄinneach agam: nĂ mĂłr dom a dhĂ©anamh amach conas gan bĂĄs a fhĂĄil Ăł chrĂșcaĂ Cerberus do leannĂĄn agus cinneadh a dhĂ©anamh ar cad ba cheart a dhĂ©anamh le hiarratas Max.â
âRachaimid,â a rug EilĂs ar a muinchille. "TĂĄ sĂ© cosĂșil le casino, tĂĄ gach rud saor in aisce."
- Sea, beidh tĂș ag dul amach nĂos dĂ©anaĂ gan pants, agus ar ndĂłigh tĂĄ sĂ© saor in aisce.
- NĂĄ grumble, a ligean ar dul.
BhĂ ceol suaimhneach ag an linn snĂĄmha agus sraitheanna toilg agus seomraĂ grĂ©ine. BhĂ meaisĂnĂ dĂola beaga in aice lĂĄimhe le deochanna saor in aisce. An t-urlĂĄr, pĂĄbhĂĄilte le pinkish-bĂĄn tĂleanna, fĂĄna go rĂ©idh dĂreach isteach sa linn, ionas go mbeidh tonnta saorga uaireanta rolladh faoi na cosa de vacationers. Na cineĂĄlacha balding pot-bellied a rinne suas an prĂomh-mheitheal na hĂĄite seo floundered go sluggishly san uisce pinkish nĂł a leagan thart ar loungers grĂ©ine, Ăł am go ham ag caitheamh splĂ©achadh spĂ©isiĂșil ar Helen. Do Denis, rud a chuir iontas nach beag air, thug na cuma grĂ©isceacha seo le fios dĂł go raibh sĂ© ĂĄ strĂłcadh in aghaidh an ghrĂĄin.
âRachaidh mĂ© dĂreach agus athrĂłidh mĂ© ar feadh cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad,â a dĂșirt Lenochka.
- Nà gå, nà bheidh mé i bhfad ar aon nós. Tå an fhadhb chéanna agamsa freisin.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth? Beidh mĂ© sciobtha, nach bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh snĂĄmh a dhĂ©anamh leat fĂ©in?
- Cinnte nach bhfuil. TĂłgfaidh mĂ© nĂos mĂł cac fĂorĂșil Ăł na rĂłnta seo.
âNĂ bhfaighidh tĂș Ă©,â a gĂĄire Lenochka arĂs. - TĂĄ na folcadĂĄin speisialta seo ar an taobh eile den linn. GliĂșdaĂonn tĂș greamĂĄn, tĂłg isteach ann agus dĂșisĂonn tĂș sa saol sin. Agus nĂ fĂ©idir leat rud ar bith a ghabhĂĄil sa linn.
- Lena, inis dom, cĂ©n difrĂocht atĂĄ idir an cac seo agus an gnĂĄth-IdirlĂon? CĂ©n fĂĄth an flounder ifreann thart anseo?
- Bhuel, tĂĄ tĂș taobh thiar de na huaire ar deireadh. NĂl ar an IdirlĂon ach cartĂșin, ach anseo tĂĄ gach rud fĂor. SnĂĄmhann tĂș ar ais trĂd an linn snĂĄmha seo agus mothaĂonn tĂș a coolness. TĂ©ann tĂș i dteagmhĂĄil le duine agus mothaĂonn tĂș a theas,â chuaigh Lenochka i dteagmhĂĄil lĂ©i go cĂșramach ar aghaidh Denis lena pailme. â Cuireann stampaĂ in iĂșl na mothĂșchĂĄin agus na mothĂșchĂĄin uile. NĂł is fĂ©idir leat fiĂș mothĂșchĂĄin Ăłn saol fĂor a thaifeadadh, agus ansin a roinnt le cairde.
- Agus cad iad na mothĂșchĂĄin atĂĄ ĂĄ roinnt agat anseo?
- DifriĂșil. Nach iontach an rud Ă© buidĂ©al fĂona a Ăłl ĂĄit Ă©igin i Bali i lĂĄr an gheimhridh lousy MoscĂł?
- Sea, nĂł bain triail as rud Ă©igin nĂos tromchĂșisĂ i Goa, is fĂorĂșil Ă©.
âTagann roinnt daoine ar an gcĂșis seo, chun gach rud a thriail.â NĂl aon iarmhairtĂ slĂĄinte ann.
- TĂĄ an andĂșil is contĂșirtĂ sĂceolaĂoch. TĂĄ sĂ© nĂos fearr fĂłs dĂłibh, maireann an cliant nĂos faide, agus is cinnte nach n-Ă©ireoidh sĂ© as an hook.
- Ă, Danchik, cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș ag caitheamh liom! NĂlim ach ag dĂ©anamh beagĂĄn oibre breise anseo, gan drugaĂ.
â An bhfuil tĂș ag obair go pĂĄirtaimseartha? Conas is fĂ©idir Ă© seo?
â NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh aon nĂ mar sin: clĂĄraĂonn tĂș mar chĂșntĂłir pearsanta agus tĂ©ann tĂș in Ă©ineacht leo siĂșd ar mian leo Ă© a dhĂ©anamh sa saol sin.
â Cad Ă©, nĂ fĂ©idir leis na rĂłbĂłnna iad a thionlacan ann?
- Bhuel, is Ă© an pointe ar fad do gach rud a bheith cosĂșil i ndĂĄirĂre. ĂirĂonn tĂș as an linn snĂĄmha agus ar dtĂșs nĂ thuigeann tĂș fiĂș go bhfuil tĂș tagtha isteach i saol eile. Seachas sin, ceannĂłidh gach cineĂĄl amadĂĄn clĂĄir chosmaideacha dĂłibh fĂ©in, ionas nach gcuirfidh siad allais sa seomra aclaĂochta agus gan dul ar aistĂ bia ... Cad atĂĄ ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh agat? Stop ag gĂĄire!
- Ă, Lena, nĂ fĂ©idir liom, shĂl mĂ© go raibh gach bean thar a bheith sĂĄsta le clĂĄir chosmaideacha.
âTĂĄ lĂșchĂĄir ar gach saghas lakhudras, gan ach amadĂĄn Ă©igin a bhualadh.â NĂ thuigeann siad go dtiocfaidh sĂ© seo chun cinn luath nĂł mall.
- Mar sin, tĂĄ tĂș bean macĂĄnta? Ceart go leor, ceart go leor, gach duine, stop ag troid... Bhuel, tĂĄ a fhios agat, bhuail mĂ© le hamadĂĄin a dĂșirt iad fĂ©in: bĂodh sĂ© leis na clĂĄir, cad Ă© an difrĂocht. CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil na junkies linn snĂĄmha cĂșram a hangs amach leo? CibĂ© an bhfuil siad scammers nĂł shaobhadh d'aois saill, cĂ©n fĂĄth a Ăoc airgead breise?
- Bhuel, is cosĂșil go bhfuil, beidh tĂș fĂ©in a fhios go bhfuil an mheabhlaireacht. TĂĄ sĂ© cosĂșil le caife an toirt i gcomparĂĄid le caife nĂĄdĂșrtha.
â An caife nĂĄdĂșrtha tĂș, nĂł cad Ă©?
âĂ, nĂĄ breathnaigh orm mar sin,â a dĂșirt Lenochka beagĂĄn.
- Imigh leat, sin an rud is cĂșram liom. Casann gach duine mar is fearr is fĂ©idir leo.
- Mar sin is cuma leat cad a dhĂ©anfaidh mĂ©? Nach bhfuil tĂș buartha faoi dom?
"Bhuel, nĂl a fhios agam," a bhĂ mearbhall ar Denis, "nĂ thugaim diabhal, ar ndĂłigh." âTĂĄ tĂș ag tabhairt aire do mo chat,â ar seisean.
âTĂĄ, tĂĄim ag faire air,â adeir Lenochka. - TĂĄ a leithĂ©id de lapa ag do chat, dĂĄla an scĂ©il, an fĂ©idir liom Ă© a fhĂĄgĂĄil nĂos faide? Bhuel, le do thoil, le do thoil ...
- Ar ndóigh, is féidir. Mås ea, tiomnóidh mé duit é.
- CĂ©n chiall is fĂ©idir liom a thiomnĂș?
- Bhuel, sin Ă©, go figuratively.
- Danchik, inis dom cad a tharla duit? Feicim gur tharla rud Ă©igin.
- Nà dhéanfaidh aon nà a tharla.
- MĂĄ insĂonn tĂș dom, b'fhĂ©idir gur fĂ©idir liom cabhrĂș le rud Ă©igin?
- Sea, conas is fĂ©idir leat cabhrĂș?
- Rud ar bith.
âBhuel, tĂĄ tĂș ag cabhrĂș liom cheana fĂ©in,â a dĂșirt Denis. - Ceart go leor, a Len, is fearr duit stad leis an Dreamland nimhneach seo, ach tĂĄ sĂ© in am dom imeacht.
- Bhuel, fan, Danchik, lig dom dul go tapa agus athrĂș, agus tĂș ag roghnĂș ĂĄr ndeochanna. Agus beidh muid ag comhrĂĄ roinnt nĂos mĂł.
- Come on, ach ar feadh tamaill bhig, ceart go leor?
Lenochka, ionadh, rinne sĂ© beagnach sna cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad luaite. Ach nuair a shnĂĄmh sĂ, cosĂșil le carbhĂĄn i gculaith shnĂĄmha dearg, suas go dtĂ an linn arĂs, rud a chuir mĂshĂĄsamh ar Denis, luaigh an bainisteoir baile Yakov faoina scĂĄth.
- Ă, Danchik, d'inis siad dom rud Ă©igin faoi tĂș.
âNĂĄ Ă©ist leis, is brĂ©aga agus clĂșmhilleadh Ă©.â
- NĂ hea, tĂĄ cuma mhaith ortsa. Thug tĂș suas a leithĂ©id de rud fionnuar. NĂl aon rud nĂos fuaire.
- Lena, agus tĂĄ tĂș fĂłs ann...
- Fan, nĂ hĂ© sin go lĂ©ir, a dĂșirt sĂ© go n-Ăoctar an tseirbhĂs duit faoi dhĂł. NĂł is fĂ©idir le duine eile de do rogha fĂ©in Ă© a ĂșsĂĄid.
"TĂĄ sĂ© sin fĂor," d'aontaigh Yakov.
- Nach cuma?
- CosĂșil le cad! Danchik, nĂĄr shĂl tĂș go bhfĂ©adfadh an bheirt againn Ă© a ĂșsĂĄid le chĂ©ile!
âTĂĄ, tĂĄ a leithĂ©id de rogha ann,â chuir an bainisteoir blurted amach arĂs.
"TĂĄ mĂ© rĂ©idh chun dul in Ă©ineacht leat go dtĂ deireadh an domhain, ach nĂl ann."
- Stop é sin a dhéanamh! Beidh aisling choitianta againn, feicfimid cé chomh iontach is a bheidh gach rud!
- Cad a tharlóidh mura bhfuil sé go hiontach?
"Go dtĂ go ndĂ©anfaidh tĂș iarracht, nĂ bheidh a fhios agat; tĂĄ sĂ© dĂșr eagla a bheith ort roimh do chinniĂșint mar gheall air seo."
- CinniĂșint? An gcreideann tĂș an rud seo i ndĂĄirĂre? Conas a bheidh a fhios agam nach quackery Ă© seo? Is fĂ©idir le bean gypsy i sliocht a insint freisin fortunes.
- Danchik, nĂl aon rud nĂos cliste nĂĄ an rud seo. MĂĄ tĂĄ sĂ mĂcheart, ansin beidh aon duine mĂcheart.
- Mar sin fĂ©in: nĂ dhĂ©anann an rĂomhaire seo botĂșin. Ach mĂĄ dhĂ©anann sĂ© buille faoi thuairim mo chinniĂșint, ansin beidh sĂ© amach go gcaillfidh mĂ© mo saoirse rogha.
- Ă, Denchik, tĂĄ tĂș chomh leadrĂĄnach uaireanta. Bhuel, mĂĄ tĂĄ eagla ort, abair amhlaidh...
âTĂĄ sĂ© dĂșr diĂșltĂș,â a ghreann Yakov, ag fĂ©achaint ar Lenochka le sracfhĂ©achaint stuama. â NĂ chuireann an clĂĄr seo isteach ar shaoirse rogha, cabhraĂonn sĂ© leis an rogha ceart a dhĂ©anamh. Sa deireadh, bheadh ââĂĄthas orm fĂ©in a leithĂ©id de sheirbhĂs a cheannach do do chara dĂĄ mbeadh go leor airgid agam...
DâfhĂ©ach Denis ar an mbainisteoir le cuma oscailte naimhdeach, ach nĂor ardaigh sĂ© mala.
- Ceart go leor, Lena, mĂĄ ĂĄitĂonn tĂș an oiread sin.
- Sea Ba mhaith liom.
âCeart go leor,â a thug Denis isteach. - A ligean ar dul.
â Denis.
- Cad eile?
âIs cinnte gur cheart dĂșinn lĂĄmha a shealbhĂș nuair a thiteann muid inĂĄr gcodladh, ceart go leor?â
- Lena...
âAnsin dĂșiseoidh muid i ndomhan nĂos fearr agus beimid sĂĄsta, ceart go leor?â
- Mar a déarfå.
ShnĂĄmh sruth na scĂĄthanna os cionn an uisce, gan dath bĂĄndearg air a thuilleadh, ach beagnach dubh, domhain, cosĂșil le duibheagĂĄn. Ar an taobh eile, bhĂ deamhain pearsanta ag fanacht leo cheana fĂ©in, tar Ă©is fĂĄs leo fĂ©in, ag beathĂș ar laigĂ agus eagla. PĂ©isteanna bĂĄna vile le dhornĂłga sanntach dearga fillte timpeall a gcorp, damhĂĄin alla caola ildaite dreapadh ar a ndroim agus greamaithe a celicerae taobh istigh. Chuir smugairle rĂłin ar snĂĄmh san aer a gcuid tentacles isteach sa tsrĂłn agus sna cluasa, strĂłic siad na sĂșile agus chuir sĂșile nathracha agus nathracha ina n-ĂĄit. Na mĂlte crĂ©atĂșir nightmarish swarmed ar an taobh eile den linn snĂĄmha. Iad siĂșd atĂĄ beag agus lag dĂłibh siĂșd a thĂĄinig don chĂ©ad uair, d'fhan siad go leanĂșnach agus nĂor leomh dĂłibh dreapadh ar an Ăospartach go hiomlĂĄn. Agus na crĂ©atĂșir dea-chothaithe do chustaimĂ©irĂ rialta, chrom siad go leisciĂșil, agus gan deifir, chuig an Ăospartach a bhĂ ag fanacht go gĂ©illiĂșil, agus le purr thiomĂĄin siad a gcuid tentacles agus mandibles isteach sna crĂ©achtaĂ lĂĄsaithe nĂĄr dĂșnadh riamh.
Ansin chuaigh sruth mĂłr scĂĄthanna i bhfostĂș le paraisĂtĂ roinnte ina go leor sruthanna beaga ag sileadh Ăł ghialla gan ĂĄireamh an deamhan ollmhĂłr atĂĄ suite i swamp dearg, bubbling. Shruth siad nĂos faide isteach i saol uafĂĄsach eile, ĂĄit a raibh siad ag cothĂș boilb, glĂ©asta i maintlĂn tattered dĂ©anta as craicne francach, agus a chur i cairteacha lofa dĂ©anta as cnĂĄmha ionas go bhfĂ©adfadh na scĂĄthanna thaispeĂĄint dĂĄ chĂ©ile agus plĂ© a dhĂ©anamh ar blas na dramhaĂola agus. na buntĂĄistĂ a bhaineann le necklaces dĂ©anta as ciarĂłga marbh. Agus na crĂ©atĂșir is borb, leath-lobhartha, ag sracadh as na swamps, extolled agus moladh na amadĂĄn sna cairteacha cnĂĄmh, giggling disgustingly chomh luath agus a d'iompaigh siad ar shiĂșl.
BhĂ siad foighneach, nĂ raibh rushed riamh, agus nĂ raibh eagla ar a n-Ăospartaigh. DâĂłl siad an saol beagĂĄn, ag rĂĄ gach uair: âSeo braon amhĂĄin, tĂĄ saol iontach iontach agat, agus nĂl ach braon, uair an chloig anseo, lĂĄ ann. An dtiocfaidh feabhas uirthi? Agus is fĂ©idir leat am ar bith a theastaĂonn uait a fhĂĄgĂĄil, amĂĄrach nĂł i mĂ, nĂł i mbliain go cinnte. NĂ anois, fan anois agus bain taitneamh as.â Agus d'Ăłl siad titim ar titim, iad go lĂ©ir tirim, ag seoladh na scĂĄthanna ethereal ar ais.
Agus ĂĄit Ă©igin ann, i gceann de na sruthanna, bhĂ Helen rushing, fĂłs beo agus fĂor, agus hydra trĂ-i gceannas ar hovering cheana fĂ©in timpeall uirthi, ag iarraidh a grab pĂosa dĂĄ eagla milis uaigneas agus fonn a bheith ina dhuine eile seachas an. mĂĄistreĂĄs dĂșr oifigeach saibhir. BhĂ deifir ar Hydra, toisc go raibh Helen ag luascadh dĂreach i dtreo na banrĂona damhĂĄn alla, a thĂłgfadh a saol ar fad lĂĄithreach.
âBhris tĂș an phrĂomhriail, dâĂ©ist tĂș leis an mbean agus thĂĄinig tĂș dĂreach isteach i bhfaiche an namhad lĂ©i.â Anseo is fĂ©idir leo a fheiceĂĄil cĂ© tĂș fĂ©in agus ĂĄr rĂșin a fhoghlaim.
âNĂor bhris mĂ© Ă©, a rinne sĂ©.â An tĂ© a dtaitnĂonn an Lena seo lĂ©i, ar mhaith leis a chinniĂșint a cheangal lĂ©i, an tĂ© nach bhfeiceann an fhĂrinne faoin ĂĄit seo.
- TĂĄ sĂ© tĂș, nĂĄ dĂ©an dearmad.
- NĂl sĂ© fĂor, tĂĄ a fhios agat fĂ©in Ă©. Is taibhse disembodied mĂ© le fada. FĂ©ach trĂ mo pailme, an bhfeiceann tĂș rud ar bith? Is mise an guth a chogar focail fuatha don duine sin agus rud ar bith eile. NĂ haon ionadh nĂĄr Ă©ist sĂ© leis an nguth taibhseach.
- Caithfidh tĂș a bheith in ann fanacht.
- Tå mé ag fanacht ró-fhada le todhchaà nach dtiocfaidh go deo, a d'iompaigh isteach sa taibhse céanna.
âTĂĄ sĂ© tagtha cheana fĂ©in mĂĄ chrĂochnaĂonn tĂș do mhisean.â
âAr ndĂłigh, mar gheall ar mo Chonaic tar Ă©is an bua a chaomhnĂș, a athchĂłiriĂș tar Ă©is mĂle bliain agus a sheoladh chuig am atĂĄ caite nua chun troid arĂs. NĂ fĂ©idir an ciorcal rebirths seo a bhriseadh.
- Tå brón orm, ach nà thagann deireadh leis an gcogadh. Troideanna år namhaid ag an am céanna, i gcónaà agus i ngach åit, ach is féidir bua deiridh. Chonaic an chéad cheann é.
- NĂł b'fhĂ©idir nach bhfaca an ChĂ©ad duine tada. B'fhĂ©idir nach bhfuil ann ach aisling dhearmadta. MĂĄ rinne gach duine dearmad ar imeacht, an gciallaĂonn sĂ© sin go bhfuil deireadh tagtha leis?
"TĂĄ tĂș tar Ă©is Ă©irĂ lag agus amhrasach, ach nĂ fĂ©idir leat a chailleadh." MĂĄ dhĂ©anann gach duine dearmad ar na tuar faoin Impireacht sa todhchaĂ, ansin tĂĄ, scoirfidh sĂ© de bheith ann.
- Ceart go leor, nà chaillfidh mé. Såbhåil an Lena seo, nå lig a saol a bhaint.
"NĂ fĂ©idir liom agus nĂl an ceart agam, d'fhĂ©adfaĂ mĂ© a fhĂĄil amach."
- BĂ cĂșramach.
"NĂ chiallaĂonn sĂ© seo Lena rud ar bith i gcomparĂĄid leis an gcostas ĂĄr defeat." TĂĄ billiĂșn beatha glactha acu agus tĂłgfaidh siad na billiĂșin eile, cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil imnĂ ort faoi cheann amhĂĄin.
âTĂĄ sĂ tĂĄbhachtach dĂł, agus is mise Ă©.â
âRinne tĂș dearmad gurb Ă© an rud is tĂĄbhachtaĂ nĂĄ cinniĂșint do thĂr dhĂșchais - Impireacht na MĂle PlĂĄinĂ©ad.â An cuimhin leat?
"TĂĄ an Impireacht seo chomh taibhse agus atĂĄ mĂ©." Aisling dhearmadta an fhir sin. Faigh seo Lena amach, taispeĂĄin todhchaĂ eile di. Seachas sin, beidh mĂ© a dhĂscaoileadh go simplĂ i oblivion, agus nĂ bheidh aon chogadh endless.
- DĂșirt mĂ© cheana nach fĂ©idir liom. Who cares cad a fheiceann sĂ? BĂodh todhchaĂ agat ina mbeidh tĂș ina laoch, sĂĄbhĂĄil Ă Ăł Arumov agus tĂłg Ă chuig teach bĂĄn cois locha slĂ©ibhe. NĂl sĂ© do-shonraithe di, nĂĄ nĂos mĂł fĂłs duitse. NĂ fĂ©idir lĂ©i ach teacht anseo arĂs agus arĂs eile chun aisling a fheiceĂĄil atĂĄ chomh furasta sin a chreidiĂșint, ach nach bhfuil ann. DĂ©an dearmad air, nĂl aon todhchaĂ dĂĄ cuid fĂ©in aici, is blĂĄth dĂșr, ĂĄlainn Ă a spĂonfar agus a shaothrĂłfar, cosĂșil le daoine eile cosĂșil lĂ©i. NĂ gĂĄ foinse nirt a lorg nuair nach fĂ©idir Ă© a bheith.
"Ansin lig dó dearmad a dhéanamh ar gach rud agus fåg."
âIs cinnte go bhfillfidh sĂ, i gceann mĂosa nĂł sĂ© mhĂ, le duine Ă©igin eile.â DĂșirt an seirbhĂseach gach rud i gceart.
- NĂĄ lig di teacht ar ais, dĂ©an Ă.
- Tuigeann tĂș: tĂĄ sĂ© seo dodhĂ©anta.
âLeanann tĂș ag caint faoi chogadh mĂłr agus ag sĂĄbhĂĄil impireacht mhĂłr, ach nĂl tĂș ag iarraidh fiĂș duine amhĂĄin a shĂĄbhĂĄil.â TĂĄimid ag crochadh thart anseo agus ag faire mar a chuirtear sruth gan teorainn daoine chun beatha na deamhain, agus nĂ dhĂ©anaimid faic. Cathain a thosĂłidh an cath? Conas a bhuaigh taibhse gan fiĂș unsa misnigh an cogadh mĂłr?
âIs tusa fuil agus feoil na hImpireachta, a tĂșs fĂor.â Spark a bholann i measc an fhĂĄsaigh oighreata, sprĂ©ach as a lasfaidh lasair na himpireachta arĂs agus a n-iompĂłidh naimhde go lĂ©ir, seachtrach agus inmheĂĄnach, ina luaithreach. NĂl sĂ© ĂșsĂĄideach dul i ngleic le deamhain, tĂĄ sĂ© cosĂșil le bheith ag iarraidh na cuileoga go lĂ©ir a mharĂș, nĂ bheidh nĂos lĂș acu. Is gĂĄ a mhilleadh ar an bhfĂ©idearthacht a n-tionscnamh. Nuair a nochtfaidh an fĂor-namhaid Ă© fĂ©in, buailfimid agus scriosfaimid Ă©. Agus is naimhde brĂ©agacha na deamhain; mĂĄ thĂ©imid i gcogadh gan chiall leo, cuirfear faoi shliabh a gcorp sinn agus nĂ bhainfimid aon nĂ amach.
- Mar sin b'fhĂ©idir gur chĂłir dĂșinn breathnĂș ar an namhaid fĂor.
"Rinne tĂș dearmad ar gach rud a mhĂșin an chĂ©ad cheann." NĂ fĂ©idir leat an fĂor-namhaid a chuardach, tagann sĂ© i gcĂłnaĂ leis fĂ©in, mar nĂ gĂĄ dĂșinn nĂos lĂș a bheith aige. Agus nĂ chruthaĂonn a chuardach ach naimhde brĂ©agach.
- Sea, rinne mĂ© dearmad ar gach rud agus beagnach imithe. Tuig: nĂl fĂĄgtha dĂom ach guth nach fĂ©idir le duine singil amhĂĄin a chloisteĂĄil. Caithfidh mĂ© ar a laghad rud Ă©igin a fhĂĄil a thugann Ășdar maith dom a bheith ann! Agus mura bhfuil naimhde ann, nĂl ionam ach aisling dhearmadta!
- Mura bhfuil aon namhaid fĂor, ansin tĂĄ. Ach tĂĄ sĂ© ann, agus a bhuĂochas leis seo nĂ bheidh tĂș imithe.
- Mar sin lig dó le feiceåil cheana féin! Cå bhfuil sé i bhfolach?! Cé hé?!
Chrith glow dearg an domhain demonic agus scoilt.
âIs sinne caomhnĂłirĂ shaol na scĂĄthanna, agus is Ă© do chara ionĂșin Max tiarna na scĂĄthanna, iarcheann, i ndĂĄirĂre.â LaghdaĂodh a thionscadal chandamach luachmhar go dtĂ carn de junk untangled.
âSeo Ă© do namhaid fĂor,â a dĂșirt guth taibhseach le Denis.
An aghaidh disgusting eolach le scar ar athraĂodh a ionad beagnach nĂos dlĂșithe.
- SĂĄsta?
PhlĂ©ascann cuimhnĂ cinn dearmadta, deamhain agus cogadh mĂle bliain isteach sa Chonaic i sruth leanĂșnach leanĂșnach, ag cruthĂș pian fisiceach. Denis writheed ar an asfalt, beagnach tachtadh sa sruth seo. NĂ fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© a thuiscint cĂ© a bhĂ sĂ©, cĂĄ raibh sĂ© agus cad a bhĂ ag tarlĂș.
âHey, rag, stop ag snĂ thart ansin,â a chuala guth creabach Tom arĂs. - NĂ bheidh sĂ© seo cabhrĂș. DĂșirt mĂ© leat gan imirt liom, seas suas anois agus aghaidh a thabhairt ar bhĂĄs mar fear.
Is ar Ă©igean a dâĂ©irigh Denis ar gach ceithre cinn, chroith sĂ© a cheann go suairc agus vomit dĂreach ar bhrĂłga Tom. LĂ©im sĂ© ar ais le screams gĂĄirsiĂșil, agus chiceĂĄil duine de na guys mĂłra Denis sa taobh, Ă© a chur isteach ar eitilt ghearr.
- TĂĄ an t-ainmhĂ seo ar tĂ gach rud a cac anseo. Agus cĂ©n fĂĄth go ndĂșirt an boss go ndĂ©ileĂĄlfadh sĂ© leis go tapa,â lean Tom de bheith feargach. "DĂ©anfaidh mĂ© air gach rud a lick."
Ăit Ă©igin in aice lĂĄimhe, bhĂ Lenochka ag squealingly strangledly, mar a rinne dhĂĄ guys mĂłr eile a bhrĂș isteach sa charr. GiotĂĄn sĂ an lĂĄmh a bhĂ ag clĂșdach a bĂ©il, agus ar feadh soicind bhris an squeak strangled isteach i squeal croĂ-rochtana. Ach nĂor theith aon duine sa charrchlĂłs os comhair cruinneachĂĄn Dreamland chun cabhrĂș leat.
- Sionnach, a RuairĂ, cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș ag tochailt thart ansin? MĂĄ bhĂonn ort nĂos mĂł a Ăoc le haghaidh urrĂșs, bainfidh mĂ© as do sciar Ă©.
- Ăist, a shaoiste, is cosĂșil go bhfuil sĂ ag iarraidh rud Ă©igin a rĂĄ. Croith a cheann... Nach bhfuil tĂș ag dul a bhĂ©ic, a chick?
- Ceart go leor, cad a bhĂ uaithi ann?
âNĂĄ dĂ©an teagmhĂĄil leis,â a dĂșirt Lenochka, âdĂ©arfaidh mĂ© le hAndi agus leis...â
- Cad Ă©, a amadĂĄn? Cad a dĂ©arfaidh tĂș leis? Go raibh sĂ ag iarraidh lĂ©im ar cheann amhĂĄin leifteanant worthless, ach Tom thĂĄinig agus scriosta gach rud? Come on, beidh sĂ© suimiĂșil a bheith ag Ă©isteacht.
- TĂĄ cairde eile agam, beidh aifĂ©ala ort! AnchĂșinse, crĂ©atĂșr, lig dom dul! ..
- Sea, Lenusik, is fearr duit gan do bhĂ©al a oscailt arĂs, is lĂ©ir nach bhfuil sĂ© oiriĂșnach ach do rud amhĂĄin. TĂłg chuig an boss Ă.
Cuireadh Lena roaring isteach i trucail pickup, agus bhuail sé an gås.
"ArĂs, chuir tĂș dĂomĂĄ orm, iarradh ort tasc simplĂ a dhĂ©anamh don boss, agus ina ionad sin shocraigh tĂș a bhean a fuck." CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș i do thost, soith? Vovan, cuardaigh air.
Chun nĂĄire Denis, fuair Vovan nĂłta innĂ© Ăł Max ina phĂłca cĂșil beagnach lĂĄithreach, rud nach ndearna sĂ© dearmad ach a cheilt nĂł a scriosadh.
"Ba cheart dĂșinn Ă© a bhriseadh ar an bpointe boise."
- Sea, fear cliste, bhĂ sĂ© riachtanach. CĂ©n fĂĄth nach raibh tĂș ag praiseach thart?
Ansin, dhĂluchtaigh Vovan tĂĄiblĂ©id, eochracha agus mĂreanna beaga eile as pĂłcaĂ Denis. Tom ach snorted contemptuously nuair a chonaic sĂ© an dara tablet, agus tar Ă©is a lĂ©amh an nĂłta, bared sĂ© a fhiacla i sĂĄsamh agus lĂĄithreach a chur ar shiĂșl.
âDâĂ©irigh gach rud amach don chuid is fearr.â Anois nach mbeidh do chabhair ag teastĂĄil, dĂ©ileĂĄlfaimid le Max fĂ©in.
ThĂĄinig feabhas beag ar an bhfeasacht, agus thĂĄinig cuimhne ghearrthĂ©armach Denis ar ais. Chuimhnigh sĂ© ar an gcaoi ar thairg sĂ© turas a thabhairt do Lena tar Ă©is an smaoineamh dĂșr sin leis na âtoibreacha miantaâ. Tar Ă©is dĂł a dhĂșiseacht, rinne Denis iarracht lĂĄithreach a amhras go lĂ©ir a dhoirteadh faoi Dreamland agus a scĂ©alta fairy, fuaite le snĂĄithe bĂĄn, ach chuir Lena mĂ©ar ar a liopaĂ, agus nĂor dĂșirt siad focal eile. DealraĂonn sĂ© gur chreid Lena go mĂłr sa bhrionglĂłid banal, shiĂșcra seo le heroism agus teach bĂĄn ar an loch. BhĂ ĂĄthas uirthi go litriĂșil, agus, in ainneoin an amhras go lĂ©ir, b'Ă©igean do Denis a admhĂĄil gur bhain sĂ© taitneamh as an ĂĄthas seo.
Nuair a chuaigh siad i dteagmhĂĄil leis an gcarr, a bhĂ trĂ©igthe, mar a bheadh ââan t-ĂĄdh leis, i doimhneacht an charrchlĂłis in aice le colĂșin an rĂłbhealaigh, thĂĄinig veain bheag agus trucail piocadh ina seasamh in aice leis go tobann agus chuir siad bac ar na pasĂĄistĂ. Agus lĂ©im na guys mĂłra i maisc amach agus cheangail Denis. Ansin, gan dul i bhfolach ar chor ar bith, thĂĄinig Tom amach agus a aghaidh twisted le rage agus d'fhĂłgair go raibh an cluiche thart. Ghlac Kolyan an t-airgead, chuir sĂ© an t-ordĂș chuig an tSibĂ©ir, ach ansin thĂĄinig faitĂos air faoi dheireadh agus chinn sĂ©, ar eagla na heagla, a chinntiĂș Ăł bhuĂon Tom gur ordaigh Denis sliabh arm lena lĂĄnchead, mura mbeadh a fhios agat riamh.
âSin Ă© go lĂ©ir, bhĂ deis agat do shaol gan luach a mhalartĂș ar do chara,â a dĂșirt Tom, âach bheartaigh tĂș, de rĂ©ir dealraimh, troid. Is dĂłcha gur chĂ©asadh sclĂ©arĂłis mĂ©, rinne mĂ© dearmad ar mo bhronntanas beag. TĂĄ a fhios agat, mĂĄ riarann ââtĂș nimh i dĂĄileoga beaga, faigheann duine bĂĄs i bhfad nĂos faide agus i bpian uafĂĄsach. NĂł an bhfuil duine eile aimsithe agat a dhĂ©anfaidh iarracht sinn a thabhairt anuas? CĂ© hĂ© an bastard craiceĂĄilte seo? NĂ hea, i bprionsabal tĂĄ meas agam air sin fiĂș, mar sin tĂĄ dhĂĄ nĂłimĂ©ad agus mian dheireanach agat.â Chroith Denis a ghuaillĂ agus dâfhiafraigh sĂ©: âCĂ© tĂș fĂ©in agus cad atĂĄ uait Ăł Max?â Agus nuair a chuala sĂ© an freagra, thit sĂ© go talamh agus chuaigh a Chonaic taobh istigh amach.
âTĂĄ rochtain ar chĂłras Roy curtha i ngnĂomh. Faigh an trealamh bunchĂłrais le haghaidh treoracha breise,â a dĂșirt guth ban ag glaoch. Shuigh ĂșinĂ©ir an ghutha sĂos ar chochall charr Denis agus, ag leanĂșint a liopaĂ, d'fhĂ©ach sĂ© timpeall an chatha. BhĂ sĂ ard, caol, glĂ©asta in Ă©ide mhĂleata daingean, stylish agus buataisĂ ardĂĄin. D'fhĂ©ach tairnĂ fada le manicure geal nĂos mĂł cosĂșil le crĂșba brĂ©agacha. BhĂ a aghaidh pale, beagnach bĂĄn, beagĂĄn fadaithe, le sĂșile gorm soilĂ©ir ollmhĂłr, agus a cuid gruaige a bailĂodh i braid airgid trom le ribĂnĂ fite taobh istigh. Mar gheall ar an pallor mĂnĂĄdĂșrtha agus dĂ©ine a gnĂ©ithe, bhĂ sĂ© deacair a glaoch ĂĄlainn, ach a chuma exuded an grĂĄsta chreiche de Valkyrie, rĂ©idh chun strĂłiceadh as a chĂ©ile anamacha na naimhde defeated.
- CĂ© eile thĂș?! - D'iarr Denis.
"Is mise Sonya Dimon, BanrĂon an tSruthĂĄin." NĂĄr chuimhin leat tada?
- Tå mo cheann ina praiseach iomlån. Déan rud éigin, maróidh siad mé anseo anois!
- TĂĄ swarm de dhĂth orm. DĂĄ mhĂ©ad feisteĂĄin chĂłrais a gheobhaidh tĂș, is amhlaidh is mĂł deiseanna a bheidh againn.
"Agus conas, dar leat, a lorgóidh mé é tar éis dom bås a fhåil?"
- Sea, nĂor Ă©irigh leis. Ach bhĂ cath uait, agus seo Ă©. Troid! Is tĂș saighdiĂșir deiridh na hImpireachta agus nĂl aon cheart agat a chailleadh.
- BriogĂĄidire, cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil sĂ© ag caint leis fĂ©in? â d'fhiafraigh duine de na buachaillĂ mĂłra eile darb ainm Vovan go raibh sĂ© balbh.
- Is cosĂșil go bhfuil sĂ© ar mire, nĂł go bhfuil sĂ© imithe ar mire. Rinneamar rĂłmheastachĂĄn air.
"Bhuel, nĂ hĂ© seo an chĂ©ad uair a mharaigh muid duine, agus tĂĄ gach cineĂĄl rudaĂ cloiste agam, ach nĂ cuimhin liom aon rud mar seo." BâfhĂ©idir nĂĄr cheart duit a bheith in iĂșl dĂł fĂșinn.
- NĂor iarradh ort fĂłs. Is cuma cad a chuala sĂ©, nĂ inseoidh sĂ© dâaon duine fĂłs,â bhĂ an chuma ar Tom go raibh beagĂĄn mearbhall air fĂ©in. - Taras, cĂĄ bhfuil an cianrialtĂĄn?
Tharraing an fear mĂłr, nĂĄr ghlac pĂĄirt sa brawl roimhe seo, tablet mĂłr daite khaki amach as an veain i gcĂĄs miotail le haerĂłg in-aistarraingthe.
âAislingĂ milis,â a dĂșirt Tom.
âNĂ fĂ©idir leat Max a mhealladh mar sin go fĂłill.â TĂĄ sĂ© rĂł-dhĂ©anach Rush timpeall.
âBhuel, tĂĄ tĂș ag cur brĂș mĂłr orm,â agus na focail seo tharraing Tom scian seilge scanrĂșil Ăłna chrios. - De rĂ©ir dealraimh, beidh orainn beagĂĄn oidhreachta a dhĂ©anamh.
âThug mĂ© caoga grand do Kolyan ionas go bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ© dul go Korolev agus teachtaireacht a sheoladh chuig Rudeman Saari. Agus dâordaigh sĂ© an t-arm fĂ©in, ba chosĂșil go raibh sĂ© dlite do dhuine ĂĄitiĂșil agus theastaigh uaidh Ă© a Ăoc. TĂĄ brĂłn orm, ach nĂ mise an t-aon duine a rinne brĂ©ag duit.
- Cad Ă© an sĂłrt muintir na hĂĄite atĂĄ dlite dĂł, cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș ag dealbhĂłireacht anseo!
âThĂĄinig mĂ© anseo chun freagra Max Rudeman Saari a chur in iĂșl.â LĂ©ann tĂș Ă© - is fĂorbhealach Ă© seo chun teachtaireacht rĂșnda a chur in iĂșl do dhuine a bhfuil sliseanna Telecom aige - branda Dreamland.
- Agus cad Ă© an freagra?
- A ligean ar atosĂș ar an dĂ©ileĂĄil ar na tĂ©armaĂ cĂ©anna.
âNĂ fhaca mĂ© bastard chomh sotalach riamh!â
Tom chuma i ndĂĄirĂre furious, bhĂ sĂ© cĂșradh praiticiĂșil ag an bĂ©al. BhrĂșigh sĂ© an scian isteach i sĂșil Denis, ach nĂ raibh am aige gnĂomh nĂos cinntitheach a dhĂ©anamh.
âTĂĄ sĂ© in am imeacht,â thĂĄinig borradh ar Vovan arĂs. - Tar ort, scaoil amach nimh nĂł gĂ©araigh do chlaĂomh in ĂĄit eile.
Tom iompĂș i dtreo dĂł cosĂșil le earrach comhbhrĂșite, ar feadh soicind dhealraigh sĂ© go raibh sĂ© ar tĂ tosĂș slashing a subordinate fĂ©in.
- Ceart go leor, ualach an urlacan seo, a ligean ar dul agus triail a bhaint as an margadh le Kolyan. NĂl aon rud is fĂ©idir linn a dhĂ©anamh anocht.
Chas siad lĂĄmha Denis, thug siad do lĂĄmh Ă© agus chaith isteach i veain Ă©. BhĂ sĂ© an-mhĂchompordach luĂ le dâaghaidh ar an urlĂĄr, go hĂĄirithe Ăłs rud Ă© go raibh brĂłga vomited Tom ag satailt dĂreach os comhair a shrĂłn. Tharraing Vovan agus Taras a gcuid maisc amach agus shuigh siad sĂos ar an suĂochĂĄn thall.
âĂist, a shaoiste,â a dĂșirt Denis. - Tabhair dom roinnt uisce le n-Ăłl.
- DĂșn do bhĂ©al.
Chuaigh Tom agus Ă© ag magadh faoi cheann Denis, ĂĄ bhrĂș isteach san urlĂĄr salach.
NĂ droch-smaoineamh Ă©,â shocraigh an Valkyrie sĂos go cas ar an suĂochĂĄn in aice le Tom. âAch, de rĂ©ir mar a thuigeann tĂș, nĂl anseo ach moill go dtĂ go dtosaĂonn siad ag croitheadh ââââdo huckster.â
-An féidir leat an nimh a låimhseåil?
- NĂl, i lĂĄthair na huaire tĂĄ mĂ© ach pĂosa de d'inchinn. Ach is fĂ©idir leis an Swarm beagnach rud ar bith a dhĂ©anamh.
-Cad is swarm ann?
â CĂłras faisnĂ©ise comhraic den ghlĂșin is dĂ©anaĂ. I mbeagĂĄn focal, is swarm Ă© swarm. Nuair a fheiceann tĂș Ă©, tuigfidh tĂș gach rud lĂĄithreach.
Bhreathnaigh Vovan agus Taras ar a chéile agus bhain Vovan amach an téip, rinne sé iarracht béal Denis a shéaladh.
â Ar iarr duine Ă©igin ort dreapadh? - Tom barked.
- Bhuel, tĂĄ sĂ© seo i ndĂĄirĂre unnerving.
âIs cuma liom cad a chuireann neirbhĂs ort.â Lig dĂł bazaar. CĂ© leis a bhfuil tĂș ag caint, a chara?
- Tå cara dofheicthe agam, cad é an fhadhb. Theastaigh uaim an cås reatha a phlé leis.
- CĂ©n cineĂĄl swarm?
- Is swarm Ă© an swarm. TĂĄ gach cineĂĄl mosquitoes agus beacha ann.
âDĂĄ mbeinn ionat, nĂ imrfinn an t-amadĂĄn.â IompraĂonn tĂș an-ghrĂĄnna, nĂ choinnĂonn tĂș do ghealltanais, luĂonn tĂș i gcĂłnaĂ. Is ortsa go hiomlĂĄn atĂĄ an locht gur rinneadh naimhde dĂșinn. Ach cĂ© go bhfuil tĂș beo, seans go dtiocfaidh feabhas ort.
âNĂ dĂłcha go bhfanfaidh mĂ© beo.â
- Bhuel, mĂĄ dhĂ©anann tĂș iarracht an-deacair, cĂ© a fhios.
- Anois, rachaidh mé i gcomhairle le cara dofheicthe.
âDĂĄla an scĂ©il, nĂ gĂĄ duit greannĂș a dhĂ©anamh ar na daoine deasa seo.â âTĂĄ cĂłnaĂ orm i do cheann agus lĂ©igh mĂ© smaointe go foirfe,â a dĂșirt Sonya Dimon le cuma neamhchiontach.
âNĂĄch fĂ©idir leat a rĂĄ lĂĄithreachâ?
âCĂ©n fĂĄth? BhĂ sĂ© greannmhar go leor."
"TĂĄ tĂș ag spraoi, ansin."
âCad anois, a chaoin? Cuirtear meangadh gĂĄire ar bhuillĂ an chinniĂșint.â
"An bhféadfå éirà as mo cheann?"
âMĂĄ fhaigheann tĂș corp nua dom, ansin le lĂșchĂĄir. DĂ©anfaidh do Lena ceart go leor. TĂĄ corp iontach aici, nach ea?
"NĂĄ fiĂș smaoineamh".
âCeart go leor, dĂ©an cuardach do dhuine eile,â dâaontaigh an Valkyrie amach is amach go neamhshuimiĂșil. âBâfhearr bean Ăłg, ar ndĂłigh.â
âCad Ă© atĂĄ tĂș ar aon nĂłs?â
âAn bhfuil tĂș cinnte nach cuimhin leat tada? TĂĄ caint bheag ar siĂșl againn ar ĂĄbhair Ă©agsĂșla i do bhrionglĂłidĂ le blianta fada anuas.â
âSea, is cuimhin liom anois iad. Ach nĂl iontu seo ach aislingĂ. Is ar Ă©igean is cuimhin liom an mĂ©id a phlĂ©amar ansin.â
âTĂĄ sĂ© aisteach, nĂor cheart go dtarlĂłdh sĂ© seo. Ba cheart go mbeadh do chuimhne athchĂłirithe go hiomlĂĄn. Is dĂłigh liom go bhfuil a fhios againn i bhfad nĂos lĂș nĂĄ mar ba chĂłir dĂșinn."
âIs cosĂșil go ndeachaigh rud Ă©igin eile mĂcheart.â
âIs eintiteas trasneĂĄnach mĂ©. Is fĂ©idir liom maireachtĂĄil ar aon mheĂĄn bitheolaĂoch a thacaĂonn le gnĂomhaĂocht nĂ©arĂłgach nĂos airde. Anois caithfidh tĂș cuid de do ĂĄbhar liath a fhĂĄil ar cĂos. Nuair a aimsĂmid an swarm, is fĂ©idir liom duine ar bith nĂł daoine eile a roghnĂș, ach faoi lĂĄthair, tĂĄimid sa bhĂĄd cĂ©anna, mĂĄ fhaigheann tĂș bĂĄs, beidh mise mar sin.â
"Go hiontach, ach cé mise?"
âIs tusa fuil agus feoil na hImpireachta, a fĂor-thĂșs...â
âNĂ gĂĄ tuilte anseo, ceart go leor. Freagair ar an ngnĂĄthbhealach."
âI ndĂĄirĂre, is Ă© seo an freagra is fearr. NĂ feinimĂ©an simplĂ thĂș. Ach mĂĄs mian leat, is gnĂomhaire de chuid Class Zero thĂș.â
âCad mar sin, anois caithfidh mĂ© MĂĄthair na RĂșise a shĂĄbhĂĄil? An bua a fhĂĄil ar na Martians go lĂ©ir"?
âCaithfidh tĂș an fĂor-namhaid a scrios agus Impireacht na MĂle PlĂĄinĂ©ad a athbheochan.â
âCad Ă© do rĂłl san oibrĂocht seo? Ag leamh i mo cheann ionas nach ndĂ©anfaidh mĂ© dearmad ar an misean iontachâ?
"RialĂș mĂ© an Swarm."
âMar sin beidh tĂș i gceannas ar gach rudâ?
âTabharfaidh tĂș na horduithe, tĂĄ cabhair uaim. Is mise aigne an swarm, a dhĂ©anfaidh a atĂĄirgeadh agus a fhorbairt a phleanĂĄil. Saorfaidh mĂ© tĂș Ăł mhilliĂșn oibrĂocht ghnĂĄthamh. Cinnte nach ndĂ©anfaidh tĂș staidĂ©ar ar struchtĂșr na swarm agus conas a fheidhmĂonn sĂ©?"
âCĂ©n fĂĄth? TĂĄim rĂ©idh mo dhearcadh a leathnĂș.â
âIs aigne mĂ© atĂĄ deartha go speisialta do na tascanna seo, tĂĄ cuimhne agam ar na mĂlte speisialtĂłirĂ a dâfhorbair na hairm seo. Is Ă© an post atĂĄ agat nĂĄ an fĂor-namhaid a chomhrac.â
"CĂ©n fĂĄth nach bhfuil tĂș fĂ©in ag troid leis?"
âMĂĄ throidim agus mĂĄ bhainim bua, Impireacht Sonya Daimon a bheidh ann, agus nĂ Impireacht na ndaoine. Nach amhlaidh"?
"B'fhĂ©idir. Go bunĂșsach, dĂ©anann tĂș gach rud a deirimâ?
âSea, chomh fada agus atĂĄ tĂș dĂlis don Impireacht, nĂ bheidh mĂ© ach ina uirlis ghĂ©archĂșiseach.â
âCeart go leor, tiocfaimid ar ais chuig an gcomhrĂĄ seo mĂĄ mhairimid chun Ă© a fheiceĂĄil. CĂ©n chuma atĂĄ ar an swarm seo fiĂș? Cad ba cheart duit a lorg?
âIs dĂłcha, coimeĂĄdĂĄn iarnrĂłid nĂł gluaisteĂĄn; bhĂ siad i bhfolach i stĂłrais an ChĂșlchiste StĂĄit. Taobh istigh tĂĄ boscaĂ le bia nĂł lĂłn lĂĄmhaigh le haghaidh duaithnĂochta. TĂĄ bosca amhĂĄin nĂł nĂos mĂł ar an leibhĂ©al is airde de phacĂĄistiĂș srianadh bitheolaĂoch don nead Swarm. Beidh aon duine seachas gnĂomhaire Class Zero a osclaĂonn an pacĂĄiste ionfhabhtaithe agus cuirfear deireadh leis ina dhiaidh sin."
âMar sin de, nĂ raibh na coimeĂĄdĂĄin seo ach ag bailiĂș deannaigh ar feadh trĂocha bliain i stĂłras trĂ©igthe Ă©iginâ?
âBhuel, i bpĂĄirt tĂĄ. TĂĄ aithne agam ar ĂĄiteanna agus ar chomharthaĂ atĂĄ gar do lorg. MĂĄ bhĂonn cĂșpla lĂĄ againn..."
âIs Ă© an t-aon seans caol atĂĄ againn nĂĄ Tom a mhealladh chuig a leithĂ©id de choimeĂĄdĂĄn. An bhfuil aithne agat ar aon rud in aice lĂĄimhe?
âI MoscĂł, nĂ hea, is ĂĄit an-chontĂșirteach Ă© le haghaidh stĂłrĂĄla. Agus, ar aon nĂłs, dâfhĂ©adfadh mâeolas a bheith as dĂĄta le blianta fada anuas.â
âAnsin crĂochnĂłidh ĂĄr gcogadh mĂłr i gceann fiche nĂłimĂ©ad i nead Kolyan. Agus tĂĄ an chuma ar an deireadh go mbeidh sĂ© thar a bheith mĂthaitneamhach.â
âTĂĄ tuar an Impire ar do thaobh. Beidh an bua agat."
"DĂĄirĂre? BĂodh croĂ-chroĂ agam le Tom, bâfhĂ©idir go dtiocfaidh sĂ© anonn chugainn nĂł ar a laghad go mbeidh suim aigeâ?
"NĂl, tĂĄ sĂ© an namhaid."
âAn Ă© mo namhaid fĂor anois Ă©? Ar ndĂłigh, is bastaird Ă© fĂłs, ach nĂl aon seans agam go gcuirfĂ suas le naimhdeas eiseach de shaghas Ă©igin.â
âNĂ hĂ© an fĂor-namhaid Ă©. Is Ă© an seirbhĂseach cĂ©anna Ă©, dĂreach de chĂ©im nĂos airde. Is Ă© do namhaid fĂor Tiarna na scĂĄthanna."
"Max"?!
"Bhuel, mĂĄs Tiarna na scĂĄthanna Ă©, is ea."
âAr fheabhas, mar sin gearrfaidh siad ina shreds mĂ© mar nĂor theastaigh uaim mo namhaid fĂor a thabhairt dĂĄ sheirbhĂsigh? Ar bhealach nĂ oireann an puzal ar chor ar bith.â
"TarlaĂonn".
âCad Ă© an cacamas seo faoi shaol na scĂĄtha? CĂ© hĂ© Tom? Cad atĂĄ ar eolas agat mar gheall air agus faoi Arumov?
âNĂ fĂ©idir liom a rĂĄ, tĂĄim cinnte gurb Ă© an namhaid Ă©.â
âNĂ hĂ© seo an t-am le bheith dorcha nĂł cluichĂ a imirt. Is cosĂșil go bhfuil muid sa bhĂĄd cĂ©anna!
âNĂlim dorcha. Gan an swarm, tĂĄ mo chuid feidhmeanna agus cuimhne thar a bheith teoranta, gan ach faisnĂ©is ilroinnte agus cĂłid gnĂomhachtaithe. Ach, ag smaoineamh ar do chuimhne, seans go mbeidh rochtain ag Arumov ar rĂșin na himpireachta."
"Sea, bhà sé ag caint faoi choimeådån a d'ith duine éigin le linn a óige fiåin."
"DĂ©anaimis iarracht a fhĂĄil dĂł."
âSea, nĂl fadhb ar bith, chomh luath agus a dhĂ©ileĂĄlann muid le briogĂĄid gleoite Tom agus a nanarĂłbait. Rachaidh mĂ© ag siopadĂłireacht le Tom. Is dĂłcha nĂĄr bhrĂșigh Arumov an cart seo go neamhbhalbh, bâfhĂ©idir gur fĂ©idir linn teacht ar chomhaontĂș.â
"NĂ hea, mĂĄ fhaigheann na naimhde smacht ar an swarm, caillfidh an Impireacht."
âGo hifreann leis. TĂĄ a fhios agat, smaoinigh mĂ© air faoi dheireadh agus chinn mĂ© nach raibh mĂ© ag iarraidh bĂĄs a fhĂĄil go pianmhar.â
âTĂĄ sĂ© de chumhacht agam bĂĄs tapa a thabhairt dĂșinn.â
"Is bagairt Ă© seo"?
âNĂ hea, ach seans. TĂĄ am fĂłs ann, smaoinigh air.â
Moill ar an veain sĂos, de rĂ©ir dealraimh ag roinnt soilse trĂĄchta. BhĂ sĂ© ag Ă©irĂ dorcha go tapa lasmuigh. Chuala Denis Ăł am go chĂ©ile adharca cairr i bhfad i gcĂ©in agus caoineadh na mbonn.
âTĂĄ tĂș Ă©irithe ciĂșin, a chara,â a chrom Tom arĂs. - DĂĄla an scĂ©il, tĂĄimid ag druidim. Ar mhaith leat admire claĂfort Rusakovskaya don uair dheireanach? FĂor, sa pholl seo nĂ oibrĂonn leath de na soilse, nĂ fheiceann tĂș rud damanta. TĂĄ Ăoslach den scoth ag Kolyan, tĂĄ a fhios agat, i gceantar nach bhfuil beagnach aon duine ina chĂłnaĂ ann, agus tĂĄ oĂche fhada romhainn. BâfhĂ©idir go bhfĂ©adfĂĄ labhairt nĂos fearr mar sin. CĂ©n fĂĄth ar an salachar, snot, mhĂ©ara gearrtha?
- Gan fadhb, cad faoi ar féidir linn comhrå a dhéanamh?
- CĂ© chomh sĂłisialta a bhĂ tĂș lĂĄithreach. NĂĄ bĂodh eagla ort, de ghnĂĄth nĂ thosaĂmid leis na mĂ©ara. Ar ndĂłigh, rinne tĂș brĂ©ag faoi Kolyan. TĂĄ a fhios agam an fucker seo, nĂ bheadh ââsĂ© dare chun mĂ© a ĂșsĂĄid chun dĂ©ileĂĄil leat agus a fhĂĄil amach leis. Sea, shits sĂ© as an eagla dĂreach nuair a fheiceann sĂ© dom. NĂos mĂł seans go mbeadh sĂ© sceitheadh ââĂĄit Ă©igin.
- Cad a chuireann ort smaoineamh go bhfuil sé ina shuà ag fanacht linn?
"DĂșirt mĂ© leis gan a bheith ag casadh." Geallfaidh mĂ© milliĂșn go bhfuil sĂ© ann mar go bhfuil tĂș ag brĂ©agadh agus nach bhfuil aon rud le himnĂ air. Tabharfaidh sĂ© ar ais ĂĄr n-airgead - agus lig dĂł maireachtĂĄil.
Dhreap Taras isteach i suĂochĂĄn an tiomĂĄnaĂ, ag casadh as an uathphĂolĂłta. Thosaigh an carr agus rolladh, ag preabadh beagĂĄn ar an mbĂłthar briste.
- Ar dtĂșs, roinn leis cĂ© leis ar chroch tĂș amach ansin? An bhfuil nĂ©archip fĂłs agat?
"BhĂ mĂ© ag imirt an amadĂĄn, bhĂ mĂ© ag iarraidh a scriĂș suas."
- ArĂs luĂonn. Beidh aifĂ©ala ort seo go luath.
- NĂ bhainfidh tĂș rud ar bith amach. Is fĂ©idir liom bĂĄs a fhĂĄil de mo thoil fĂ©in, mar sin dĂ©anaimis idirbheartaĂocht.
- I ndĂĄirĂre?
- TĂĄ feistĂ atĂĄ i ngnĂomh ag cĂłd meabhrach. Roimhe seo, thugamar Ăłn tSibĂ©ir iad.
âCeart go leor, dĂ©anaimis seiceĂĄil,â a chrom Tom. "NĂl suim agam i do chait." An bhfuil an misneach agat tĂș fĂ©in a mharĂș?
Chuir Tom Denis isteach ina shuà agus shåigh sé an tåibléid leis an aeróg faoina shrón.
âBa mhaith leat foinse do chuid trioblĂłidĂ a mheas.â Is tusa an ponc beag dearg seo. Anseo roghnaĂonn mĂ© Ă©, anseo a n-airĂonna. Is fĂ©idir liom tĂș a mharĂș lĂĄithreach, is fĂ©idir liom de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile, is fĂ©idir liom tĂș a mhĂșchadh pĂosa ar phĂosa: lĂĄmha, cosa, fĂs. TĂĄ sĂ© an-ĂĄisiĂșil, gan fhuil, agus nĂos tĂĄbhachtaĂ fĂłs, nĂ thuigfidh aon duine cad a tharla.
BhĂ baint ag Tom as an gcur sĂos ab fhearr leis ar phionĂłis chrua agus dĂoltas mar gheall ar ghlao ar lĂne.
- Cad atå i gceist agat, léim amach ag solas tråchta?! - choirt sé.
"Is cuma liom nach bhfuil an bheirt ghealt in ann sĂșil a choinneĂĄil ar bhean."
âNĂ thiocfaidh aon duine acu ar ais, a dĂșirt an boss chun iad a thabhairt.â Cuardaigh de rĂ©ir rianaithe.
Lean Tom ar aghaidh ag ciapadh a fhostaĂ mĂchĂșramacha ar feadh tamaill.
- Aon fhadhbanna? - D'fhiosraigh Denis go mĂșinte.
- I gcomparĂĄid leis an gceann atĂĄ agatsa, nĂl iontu seo ach trifles. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, socraĂonn tĂș do chailĂn i ndĂĄirĂre.
- Conas atå sé?
â NĂ thaitnĂonn an boss leis nuair a bhĂonn sĂșil ag duine ar a mhaoin.
- Tar éis dom déileåil leat, déanfaimid plé le Arumov arb é a mhaoin.
âBagairt fholamh,â a ghreann Tom. âAch scrĂobhfaidh mĂ© chuig an boss go bhfuil bealach maith eile ann chun tĂș a scoilt.â Seachas sin gheobhaidh tĂș bĂĄs anseo.
âNĂl baint ar bith ag Lena leis seo, fĂĄg Ă ina n-aonar.â
- Ar ndĂłigh, ar ndĂłigh, a chara, nĂĄ bĂ buartha.
Thuig Denis go raibh an scĂ©al ag dul in olcas dĂł agus dhĂșn sĂ© suas.
âAn fĂ©idir leat ar a laghad dul i dteagmhĂĄil le duine Ă©iginâ?
âDĂ©anaim arĂs, nĂl ionam ach pĂosa de dâinchinn. Agus cĂ© leis ar mhaith leat dul i dteagmhĂĄil?
âLe Semyon, ionas go ndĂ©anfaidh an macasamhail iarracht cuidiĂș le Lena amach.â
âFuair ââââmĂ© rud Ă©igin le bheith buartha faoi. MĂĄs mian leat cabhrĂș lĂ©i, is fearr a bheith ciĂșin agus smaoineamh ar conas Ă©alĂș Ăł Tom agus teacht ar an gcoimeĂĄdĂĄn.â
âBâfhĂ©idir nach bhfuilim ach craiceĂĄilte? NĂl aon ĂșsĂĄid ag an nguth seo i mo cheann.â
"Faigh an swarm agus gheobhaidh tĂș amach cĂ©n ĂșsĂĄid atĂĄ mĂ©."
"Nà bhfaighidh mé aon rud a thuilleadh."
Thug Denis suas go meabhrach ar gach rud agus rinne sĂ© iarracht a bheith compordach. Agus ansin fuair sĂ© cic brĂomhar Ăł Tom.
- Hey, nĂĄ lig do scĂth. TĂĄimid beagnach ann.
Sna cĂșpla nĂłimĂ©ad ina dhiaidh sin, nĂ raibh Denis ag smaoineamh ach ar conas a ghĂ©aga a choinneĂĄil slĂĄn, ag crochadh timpeall na veain ag preabadh ar a phoill fĂ©in.
âNĂl sraith Kolyan ar lasadh,â thug Taras faoi deara, ag pĂĄirceĂĄil ar thaobh an bhĂłthair. -An fĂ©idir linn teacht isteach Ăłn taobh eile?
- ImpĂm ort. Cheapann tĂș go bhfuil sĂ© ag fanacht linn le gunna rĂ©idh.
- Bhuel, cé a fhios.
- TĂłg an armĂșr agus dul ar dtĂșs.
Cuireadh Denis bhrĂș amach as an gcarr. BhĂ sĂ© dorcha agus ciĂșin, an comhartha coitianta âRĂomhairĂ agus PĂĄirteannaâ mĂșchta, agus nĂ raibh na soilse srĂĄide feadh an bhĂłthair ach an oiread. Go ginearĂĄlta, sa teach ar fad bhĂ dhĂĄ fhuinneog ar lasadh, ag an mbarr, nĂos gaire don deireadh. CĂ© go raibh Taras puffing ag fiddling lena veist sa dorchadas, bhĂ Denis ag baint suilt as aer fionnuar an trĂĄthnĂłna agus ag casadh a cheann timpeall. NĂor chroith mo ghlĂșin go mĂłr, ach nĂor thĂĄinig aon smaointe cliste i mo cheann, agus bhĂ Tom, ina sheasamh i mo dhiaidh, rĂ©idh chun a lĂĄmha a chaitheamh le haon ghluaiseacht mhĂchĂșramach. Tharraing Tom Ă© fĂ©in gunna grĂĄin leath-uathoibrĂoch amach as an suĂochĂĄn, agus nĂ raibh ach piostail ag a chĂșntĂłirĂ.
"Tå sé in am slån a fhågåil, Sonya Dimon."
âNĂ hea, nĂ fĂ©idir deireadh a chur leis go lĂ©ir chomh hĂ©asca sin.â
NĂ raibh aon solas istigh sa siopa ach an oiread. NĂ raibh an doras faoi ghlas agus dhĂĄ militants flowed go cĂșramach taobh istigh.
- Kolyan, cén cineål cleasanna?! - Chroch Tom isteach sa dorchadas, cuachta ag an doras agus chuir sé Denis ar an urlår.
âDĂłite an sciath,â thĂĄinig guth bĂĄite Ăłn Ăoslach. - TĂ©igh thĂos staighre.
"TĂĄ tĂș craiceĂĄilte go hiomlĂĄn, tar ort, Ă©irigh."
- NĂ fĂ©idir liom, tĂĄ mĂ© i bhfostĂș.
-CĂĄ bhfuil tĂș i bhfostĂș, a ShĂ©amuis?
- Ag an sciath, ĂĄit a bhfuil poll san urlĂĄr. CoimeĂĄdaim mo chuid eochracha ansin, agus leag mĂ© gaiste istigh i gcoinne gadaithe agus rinne mĂ© dearmad orm fĂ©in... CabhrĂș le do thoil.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth nĂĄr ghlaoigh tĂș?
â NĂl aon lĂonra anseo san Ăoslach.
â An bhfuil comhartha aige san Ăoslach? - Vovan hissed sa dorchadas.
âSĂlim gur cuimhin liom,â a dĂșirt TomĂĄs mar fhreagra. - Ăist, a Deniska, nach bhfuil a fhios agat cad atĂĄ ar siĂșl? TĂĄ sĂ© in am comhar a thosĂș, tabharfar onĂłir duit.
- Gan smaoineamh. TĂłg amach na cufaĂ, rachaidh mĂ© chun breathnĂș.
- Sea, rith sĂ© ar shiĂșl.
- Tom, le do thoil! Cabhraigh, nĂ fĂ©idir liom mo lĂĄmh a mhothĂș a thuilleadh,â ghlaoigh guth gearĂĄnach Kolyan amach arĂs. - TĂĄ sĂ© chomh teann sin go bhfuil sĂ© dĂreach screwed!
âCeart go leor, a Taras, tĂ©igh agus fĂ©ach,â a d'ordaigh Tom. - Cas ar an flashlight ansin, breathnĂș thart ar gach rud go crĂochnĂșil.
âBeidh mĂ© thar barr le mo chulaith.â
- Sea, an chĂ©ad uair nĂł cad Ă©? ScrĂobhfaidh mĂ© amach bĂłnas mĂĄs ea. Ach fan, dĂĄirĂre, tĂłg Vovan chuig an gcarr le haghaidh ĂomhĂĄĂłir teirmeach.
âDĂșirt tĂș fĂ©in gan an iomarca a ghlacadh: dĂ©an gnĂł ar feadh uair an chloig ar a mhĂ©ad, gan ach an corp a ghlacadh.â
âNĂ thitfeadh mo lĂĄmha amach, go raibh maith agat as na trunks a thĂłgĂĄil ar a laghad.â Tar ar aghaidh, a Taras, a ligean ar dul.
- TĂĄimid ag dul sĂos! - Tom yelled isteach sa dorchadas.
âNâfheadar cad atĂĄ ar siĂșl ansin,â a cheap Denis go fiabhrais. - B'fhĂ©idir gur chinn Semyon cuidiĂș. D'fhĂ©adfadh a chait telepathic a fheiceĂĄil cad a bhĂ ag tarlĂș, nĂł arbh Ă©igean titim ina chodladh i gculaith le Adik? Ă bhuel, nĂl aon rud le cailliĂșint."
- Tå sé ina aonar! - D'éiligh Denis ag barr a scamhóga.
Agus ansin fuair sĂ© buille cumhachtach ar chĂșl an mhuineĂĄl, rud a d'fhĂĄg go raibh ciorcail ag snĂĄmh roimh a shĂșile.
âDĂșirt mĂ© leis a bhĂ©al a shĂ©aladh,â a dĂșirt Vovan.
- GliĂșdĂłidh mĂ© anois Ă©.
BhĂ roar uafĂĄsach, screadaĂl agus screadaĂl gĂĄirsiĂșla le cloisteĂĄil Ăłn Ăoslach.
- Cad atĂĄ ag tarlĂș?! - A scairt Tom.
- MhĂșin sĂ gach sĂłrt cac!
- An bhfuil sé glan ann?
âTĂĄ ionadh orm nach bhfuil aon duine anseo.â Agus conas a d'Ă©irigh leis an ifreann seo dul isteach ann?
Ansin thĂĄinig squeal chroĂĂșil Kolyan.
- Nà tharraingeoidh mé amach é.
- Lig dĂł suĂ ansin ar feadh tamaill. Cad atĂĄ leis an sciath?
- Gach dubh. BreathnaĂonn an nĂłs dĂłite amach.
"Feicim, tĂĄimid ag dul sĂos freisin." Fucking kindergarten. Vovan, a ligean ar dul ar dtĂșs.
Chas Vovan an flashlight ar agus chuaigh sĂ© taobh thiar den chuntar. Phioc Tom an prĂosĂșnach staggering agus bhrĂșigh sĂ© sa treo ceart.
- Bog do crĂșba.
NĂor chas Tom an splancsholas go fĂłill agus choinnigh sĂ© an gunna grĂĄin thar ghualainn Denis, ag clĂșdach Ă© fĂ©in leis. Tar Ă©is titim ghairid fuair siad iad fĂ©in os comhair sraitheanna seilfeanna a chuaigh isteach san Ăoslach. Taobh thiar den tsraith ar dheis, in aghaidh an bhalla, las splancsholas Taras. Os comhair an mbealach isteach chuig an oscailt, idir an bhalla agus na seilfeanna, bhĂ seilfeanna briste agus carn bruscair scaipthe uathu. De rĂ©ir dealraimh nĂ raibh Taras ag iarraidh ligean air go raibh sĂ© ina sprioc go dtĂ an nĂłimĂ©ad deireanach agus rinne sĂ© iarracht a bhealach a dhĂ©anamh trĂ theagmhĂĄil.
- Vovan, lonraigh beagĂĄn nĂos mĂł airde ar na sleachta go lĂ©ir.
Chaith Tom an gunna grĂĄin thar a ghualainn agus shiĂșil sĂ© isteach sa phasĂĄiste in aice leis an mballa. Shuigh sĂ© Denis sĂos in aice leis an seilf tite. Thit Kolyan, i suĂomh mĂnĂĄdĂșrtha, go dtĂ glĂșine amhĂĄin, cuachta beagĂĄn eile. BhĂ a lĂĄmh dheas i bhfolach go deimhin ĂĄit Ă©igin i bpoll ollmhĂłr.
âBhuel, a Taras, faigh an sĂĄbh, saorfaimid ĂĄr gcomrĂĄdaĂ,â a dĂșirt Tom faoin scĂ©al.
- Bhuel, b'fhéidir go scaoilfeå leis ar an bpointe boise, mar sin nà gå duit a bheith ag fulaingt.
"Bhuel, tharla sĂ© de sheans, cĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș ag gĂĄire," ghlaoigh guth maslach Kolyan amach.
Phioc an lĂ©as solais solais as an dorchadas a aghaidh caol, caol le sĂșile leathana suarach agus bruise mĂłr ar a mhullach.
- Cathain a d'Ă©irigh leat an lobeshnik a bhriseadh?
âSea, anseo, thit mĂ©,â d'fhreagair Kolyan le guth neirbhĂseach briste.
Tharraing Tom an gunna grĂĄin go hiontaofa Ăłna ghualainn agus lĂĄithreach chualathas fuaim rudaĂ ag titim ar an urlĂĄr, go hĂĄirithe le cloisteĂĄil go soilĂ©ir i seomra dĂșnta.
- Is grenades iad seo! - Doomed Taras doomedly. Ag an am céanna, thit ceann de na racaà ar na militants, bhà brag bog le cloisteåil, agus ansin bhà gunna gråin Tom ag roar go bodhra, ag leagadh scamall bruscair as an raca a bhà ag titim.
BhrĂșigh Denis ar a chumas, ag iarraidh ar a laghad lĂ©im thar an raca tite. Ach nĂ raibh sĂ© an-chompordach lĂ©im Ăł sheasamh ina shuĂ agus a lĂĄmha cuffed taobh thiar dĂł, agus thit sĂ© aghaidh sĂos ar sliabh na seilfeanna agus junk rĂomhaire, beagnach briseadh a cheann. Rug an plĂ©ascadh agus an splanc suas leis ag an nĂłimĂ©ad cĂ©anna. Chroith Denis a cheann le daze, ag iarraidh a thuiscint ar a laghad cĂ© na codanna den chorp a bhĂ fĂłs leis. BhĂ sĂ© ag gluaiseacht go soilĂ©ir, bhĂ lĂĄmh lĂĄidir duine Ă©igin ĂĄ tharraingt ag an raca feadh an bhalla.
âNĂĄ bĂ ag bĂ©icigh, ba splanc iad,â adeir glĂłr an tslĂĄnaitheĂłra gan choinne i mo chluas, ag bĂĄthadh an fhĂĄinne i mo chluasa.
Roared an gunna grĂĄin arĂs. Chuaigh an sruth lĂĄmhaigh ĂĄit Ă©igin go hiomlĂĄn go dtĂ an taobh, ach an fear taobh thiar dĂł go disciplĂnithe thit ar an urlĂĄr.
- Hey, ghouls, a dĂșirt mĂ© thabhairt suas, a dĂșirt mĂ© caith sĂos do airm. Feicimid thĂș.
Rinne an guth a bhealach trĂd an ghlaoch ina chluasa agus bhĂ an chuma ar Denis. Thosaigh buille faoi thuairim doilĂ©ir le feiceĂĄil i mo cheann buzzach.
-CĂ© an fuck thĂș?! An bhfuil a fhios agat cĂ© leis ar rith tĂș isteach?! Taras, an bhfeiceann tĂș tada? Bris trĂd go dtĂ an slĂ amach!
Scaoil Taras ruaim neamh-chomhleanĂșnach agus cuireadh chun tosaigh mar tharbh crĂ©achtaithe. BhĂ roar na seilfeanna fad-fhulangacha ag titim, flashlight flashlight, agus ansin Ă©isteacht dhĂĄ bangs. Chuaigh an flashlight amach, agus bhuail corp Taras isteach sa chĂ©ad rĂł eile de dhramhaĂl rĂomhaire le roar.
- Ah-ah-ah, bitches! - a scairt an leath-dall agus leath-stunned Tom agus thosaigh lĂĄmhaigh Ăł gunna grĂĄin, go soilĂ©ir go randamach. LĂĄithreach chualathas fuaim grenade ag titim. Chuaigh Denis ar aghaidh lĂĄithreach, ag adhlacadh a shrĂłn san urlĂĄr, ag dĂșnadh a shĂșile agus ag oscailt a bhĂ©al. Chuir an chĂ©ad splanc eile an gunna grĂĄin ina thost.
- Stop dĂĄna, gheall tĂș splurge agus sin Ă©! - screamed Kolyan croĂ-rendingly.
- CĂ© thĂș fĂ©in! CĂ© hĂ© an fuck thĂș!? SĂ©idfidh mĂ© cloigeann Kolyan faoi lĂĄthair!
- NĂĄ shoot! - Ghluais Kolyan as an dorchadas.
- Glacfaidh Dia an BhĂĄis gach duine! - bhĂ an glĂłr drochbhĂ©asach le cloisteĂĄil arĂs, ĂĄit a raibh spraoi iomlĂĄn mĂchuĂ le cloisteĂĄil go soilĂ©ir anois.
âStop, a FhedĂłra,â arsa an fear atĂĄ ina luĂ in aice leis. - Gheall muid i ndĂĄirĂre. Tar ar aghaidh, Tom, scaoil do arm, a ligean ar dul ag siopadĂłireacht. An gcloiseann tĂș? Buail do airm!
âIs Ă© seo an Fyodor lag-intinn agus a chara frois Timur, dĂreach sa tsĂșil,â chroc Kolyan go soilĂ©ir sa chiĂșnas ina dhiaidh sin.
Ansin eitil gunna grĂĄin isteach sa phasĂĄiste.
- Rachaimid ag siopadĂłireacht.
- TĂĄ dĂomĂĄ ar Dhia an BhĂĄis.
D'imigh an t-ĂĄthas ar fad as an nguth.
"Beidh a dĂomĂĄ gearr-cĂłnaĂ, leathcheann." TĂĄ mĂ© ag iarraidh beirt a fhĂĄil eiseachadta leat le fada an lĂĄ; lĂ©irigh tĂș an iomarca roimhe seo. Ach anois nĂ gĂĄ fiafraĂ de dhuine ar bith, crochfaidh mĂ© tĂș fĂ©in agus do chathlĂĄn ar fad faoi na liathrĂłidĂ.
âBagairt folamh,â a dĂșirt Denis. "NĂ chroch tĂș aon duine suas a thuilleadh."
"NĂl a fhios agat mĂłrĂĄn, Deniska."
- Caith isteach na heochracha do na dornaisc agus don tåibléad. Timur, tóg an tåibléad uaidh.
- Cén cineål tåibléad?
BhĂ Tom ag gĂĄire sa dorchadas agus bhĂ eagla an-mhĂłr ar Denis.
- TĂłg go tapa Ă© sula dĂșisĂonn sĂ©!
BuĂochas le Dia, stop Timur ag cur ceisteanna; lĂ©im sĂ© go dtĂ an tsraith seilfeanna is forimeallaĂ agus leag sĂ© ceann de na cinn a bhĂ fĂĄgtha amach. Lean scĂĄth eile. BhĂ blows dull agus hissing Tom.
Lampa cumhachtach lasadh suas, ag soilsiĂș an leath scriosta den Ăoslach. BhĂ Taras ina luĂ ar a bholg ar sheilf dhaite fola a thit. BhrĂșigh tĂĄimhe a chorp ollmhĂłr an raca ar aghaidh, agus d'fhan sĂ© amach as bruscar an rĂomhaire feadh an phasĂĄiste. BhĂ poll mĂłr ina cloigeann ag Taras. BhĂ Vovan ina luĂ ar a dhroim nĂos gaire don slĂ amach, a chosa lĂșbtha go ĂĄifĂ©iseach, leis an bpoll cĂ©anna inar cheart a shĂșil a bheith.
Rinne an lampa soilsiĂș freisin ar bheirt shlĂĄnaitheoirĂ Denis gan choinne, a raibh aithne mhaith aige orthu Ăłna thurais go dtĂ an tSibĂ©ir. BhĂ go leor sealgairĂ taiga ina theaghlach ag Timur, Yakuts nĂł Buryats de rĂ©ir nĂĄisiĂșntachta. Ăna shinsir fuair sĂ© sĂșile caola, figiĂșr gearr stocach agus scileanna seilge gan sĂĄrĂș le hoidhreacht. NĂ raibh aon chomhionann aige i duaithnĂocht, faireachas agus lĂĄmhach sniper. D'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© luĂ sa sneachta ar feadh laethanta, ag fanacht leis an Beast agus i gcĂłnaĂ bhuail sĂ© ceart sa tsĂșil. Ba Ă© seo a stĂl sĂnithe agus ba chĂșis brĂłid ar leith Ă© a raibh go leor ag gĂĄire faoi rĂșn. Ach is beag duine a raibh fonn orthu magadh a dhĂ©anamh go hoscailte ar Timur - nĂ raibh sĂ© chomh scrupallach sin agus Ă© ag seilg cluiche dhĂĄ-chos. Nuair a chuala Denis an uair dheireanach faoi, ceapadh Timur ina cheannasaĂ buĂon i gcathlĂĄn Zarya, a bhĂ i seilbh baile Tavda, caomhnaithe sĂĄch slĂĄn, faoi fhothracha Tyumen.
BhĂ an Fyodor mĂłr, ar an lĂĄimh eile, ina shampla soilĂ©ir de cĂ©n fĂĄth ar cheart duit smaoineamh faoi dhĂł sula dtĂ©ann tĂș isteach i seirbhĂs Bloc an Oirthir. Cuireadh prĂłistĂ©ise tĂotĂĄiniam in ionad leath chlĂ© iomlĂĄn a cloigeann, mar a bhĂ a lĂĄmh chlĂ© agus an dĂĄ chos faoi bhun na glĂșine. Agus nĂ raibh gach rud go maith lena cheann tar Ă©is dĂł Ă©alĂș Ăłn âtiarna bĂĄsâ ĂĄitiĂșil. NĂ hea, bhĂ sĂ© ina lĂĄmhachĂłir iontach freisin agus nĂos fearr fĂłs ag lĂĄimhseĂĄil na teicneolaĂochta; d'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© beagnach aon cacamas casta a dhĂ©anamh amach gan lĂĄmhleabhar. De rĂ©ir dealraimh bhain na codanna miotail den chorp le gach cineĂĄl iarann. Ach nĂ raibh sĂ© Ă©asca do dhaoine beo dul i ngleic leis. Agus Ă© i mbun cumarsĂĄide le daoine, bhĂ sĂ© ĂĄ threorĂș ag prionsabail ĂĄirithe a raibh aithne aige air amhĂĄin agus dâfhĂ©adfadh sĂ©, gan focal a rĂĄ, aon duine a ghortĂș nĂł a mharĂș a raibh âDia an bhĂĄisâ istigh air. Agus ar bhealaĂ eile, nĂ raibh sĂ© sĂĄch leordhĂłthanach; d'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© dul i bhfostĂș ar feadh cĂșpla uair an chloig, ag fĂ©achaint ar bhlĂĄthanna ĂĄille, nĂł, i lĂĄr cath, titim isteach i spraoi neamhshrianta, beagnach neamhrialaithe.
BhĂ culaith armĂșrtha ĂĄ caitheamh ag an mbeirt acu le heaschnĂĄmharlach Ă©ighnĂomhach agus clogaid uilĂocha agus na visors ardaithe cheana fĂ©in. Agus bhĂ vampires branda nua ag na dearthĂĄireacha Siberianacha ina lĂĄmha. BhĂ AK-85 ag Fedor freisin le tosaitheoir grenade agus radharc comhcheangailte ar crochadh taobh thiar a chĂșl.
Leag Timur tablet glas eolach amach i gcĂĄs miotail ar an urlĂĄr.
- Seo?
- Sea, tå sé an ceann.
Chuaigh Timur taobh thiar de Denis agus bhain sĂ© a chuid dornaisc, agus ansin chaith sĂ© iad go dtĂ Fyodor ionas go bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ© Tom a mhaolĂș. Sheas Denis le deacracht, tharraing sĂ© ciarsĂșr as a phĂłca agus rinne sĂ© iarracht an fhuil a stopadh Ăłna shrĂłn briste tar Ă©is an titim. NĂ raibh beagnach aon ghlaoch i mo chluasa nĂos mĂł, is cosĂșil nach raibh na thiomĂĄineann flash an-chumhachtach.
- NĂl aon uisce, ba chĂłir dom a Ăłl?
- Coinnigh sĂ©. CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tablet de dhĂth ort?
- Chuir an anchĂșinse seo rĂłbait nimhiĂșil isteach orm a rialaĂtear Ăłn tĂĄiblĂ©ad seo. TĂĄ sĂșil agam nĂĄr sheol sĂ© teachtaireacht Ă©igin Ăłn nĂ©archip chun go marĂłdh duine eile dĂĄ gcuid freaks mĂ©.
- DĂłchas, dĂłchas, Deniska.
- NĂ sheolfaidh sĂ© rud ar bith. NĂ amadĂĄn muid ach an oiread, thug Fedor subh leis, dĂ©anann sĂ© an raon a scanadh go huathoibrĂoch, mar sin nĂor cheart go mbeadh aon fhadhbanna ann. FĂ©ach, an bhfuil comhartha ann?
- NĂ hea, is dĂłigh liom.
"Bhuel, ciallaĂonn sĂ© sin go bhfuil tĂș sĂĄbhĂĄilte faoi lĂĄthair."
- Go hachomair, scaoilfidh na robots an nimh go huathoibrĂoch i dhĂĄ uair an chloig mura bhfuil comhartha ann. Conas a bhĂ tĂș anseo sa deireadh?
- Just a rith trĂd. Nach bhfuil tĂș sĂĄsta sinn a fheiceĂĄil?
âNĂ raibh mĂ© riamh chomh sĂĄsta duine Ă©igin a fheiceĂĄil i mo shaol.â Ach fĂłs, cĂ©n fĂĄth a thĂĄinig tĂș?
â Faigh amach conas atĂĄ ag Ă©irĂ le seanchara. Ar dtĂșs, rinne Kolyan ordĂș dĂsachtach ar do shon le haghaidh slĂ©ibhe arm, agus ansin scrĂobh na gouls seo chuig ceannasaĂ an chathlĂĄin agus chuir siad gach rud ar ceal go tobann. Mar sin chinn mĂ© a sheiceĂĄil cad a bhĂ ar siĂșl, Ăłs rud Ă© go raibh muid in aice lĂĄimhe. Agus Kolyan is Kolyan, nĂl sĂ© chomh deacair comhoibriĂș a fhĂĄil uaidh, go hĂĄirithe Fedor.
- Ar bhuail do leathcheann tĂș ar an ceann ar feadh i bhfad? An Ă© seo do thionscnamh pearsanta dĂĄirĂre? - Tom grumbled arĂs.
- NĂ i ndĂĄirĂre, ar ndĂłigh. D'iarr ceannasaĂ an chathlĂĄin orm a chur in iĂșl go dteastaĂonn uainn athmhachnamh a dhĂ©anamh ar thĂ©armaĂ an chomhoibrithe.
â DĂ©anfaimid athbhreithniĂș orthu i gcomhar le ceannasaĂ nua an chathlĂĄin chun dul in olcas. Mura rud Ă©, ar ndĂłigh, tĂĄ tĂș ag brĂ©agadh agus nĂor thĂĄinig tĂș suas leis fĂ©in. Mar sin fĂ©in, murar fĂ©idir le ceannasaĂ an chathlĂĄin a mhuintir a rialĂș, cĂ©n fĂĄth go bhfuil gĂĄ againn leis mar sin.
Timur thĂĄinig beagnach gar do Tom, crumpled ar an urlĂĄr, agus cuachta sĂos chun breathnĂș air dĂreach sa tsĂșil.
- BhĂ ââa fhios agam Ă©. Inseoidh mĂ© gach rud duit. TĂĄ a fhios agat, tĂĄ mĂ© tuirseach as mo dhearthĂĄireacha a fheiceĂĄil ag fĂĄil bhĂĄis agus ag snĂ ar a lĂĄmha agus ar a nglĂșine os comhair ghouls cosĂșil leatsa. Agus is Ă© Denis mo dhearthĂĄir freisin. ShiĂșil muid trĂd an talamh gan rath le chĂ©ile, le chĂ©ile chuaigh muid go dtĂ an "Tiarna an bhĂĄis" Ăł Bloc an Oirthir. BhĂ sĂ© an-scanrĂșil i n-dungeons. Ach an bhfuil eagla ort, a Dan? NĂ raibh, nĂ raibh faitĂos ort, agus nĂ madra mangach mĂ© freisin a bhfuil eagla air roimh dhuine ar bith a bhĂonn ag tafann go glĂłrach agus a dhĂ©anann aghaidheanna scanrĂșla. Sea, bâfhĂ©idir nach bhfuil mĂ© chomh iontach sin agus nach bhfuil bailiĂșchĂĄn de chluasa gearrtha agam. NĂor chuir mĂ© ach notches ar mo raidhfil, agus tĂĄ a fhios ag Dia, chuir mĂ© go leor cinn uafĂĄsacha agus contĂșirteacha go tĂr na seilge sĂoraĂ. TĂĄ a fhios agam gur fĂ©idir aon ainmhĂ a rianĂș sĂos agus a mharĂș, nĂ gĂĄ duit ach cur chuige a aimsiĂș. Agus an tĂ© atĂĄ leisciĂșil agus nach bhfuil ag iarraidh iarracht a dhĂ©anamh, roghnaĂonn sĂ© a chinniĂșint fĂ©in.
âImigh leat, scrĂob do theanga, labhraĂonn tĂș go lĂ©ir go leor, agus leanann tĂș ag insint brĂ©aga fĂșt fĂ©in.â Ach sula bhfaigheann tĂș bĂĄs, canann tĂș mar an gcĂ©anna.
- Ceart go leor, Fedya, crĂochnaigh leis, tĂĄ sĂ© in am imeacht.
- Fan!
Léim Denis suas go Fedor agus tharraing sé an bairille raidhfil i leataobh.
â Conas nanorobots a mhĂșchadh?!
- Seo rompu, Deniska, dĂ©an iarracht Ă© a chrĂochnĂș.
âNĂ inseoidh sĂ©, Dan,â chroith Timur a cheann. âNĂl aon phointe ann Ă© a bhriseadh, nĂl ann ach cur amĂș ama.â
- TĂĄ Dia an BhĂĄis tagtha ar do shon.
âIs iomaĂ uair a chonaic mĂ© do dhia an bhĂĄis.â
NĂor lĂ©irigh Tom braon eagla nĂĄ mearbhall agus Ă© ag breathnĂș sĂos bairille an raidhfil a bhĂ dĂrithe.
Tharraing Fyodor an truicear agus mhaisigh brains Tom balla an Ăoslaigh.
- Fucking scumbags! âNĂ dhĂ©ileĂĄlfaidh mĂ© leat go deo arĂs,â a dĂșirt Kolyan i falsetto scĂĄinte. - Faigh amach as seo mĂ©, faoi dheireadh.
âNĂl aon duine eile le dĂ©ileĂĄil leis an huckster, tĂĄ sĂ© anois ina namhaid de na gouls,â a dĂșirt Fedor gan aon nĂĄire.
Chuir sé eochair fhada isteach sa pholl, bhà cliceåil ann, agus ina dhiaidh sin tharraing Kolyan a låmh amach agus go tapaigh sé as an gcorp, agus ansin thosaigh sé ag cuimilt an ghéag gortaithe.
âAn bhfuil mo chluasa ag cur fola? TĂĄ an chuma ar an scĂ©al go bhfuil blaoscshocair orm! An bhfuil ar a laghad roinnt olann chadĂĄis nĂł bindealĂĄn agat?
"TĂĄ do chluasa go breĂĄ, socair sĂos." - Timur grumbled.
- An gceapann tĂș go bhfuil sĂ© go hĂĄlainn? - D'iarr Fyodor, suĂ sĂos in aice le Kolyan.
- Cad? Brains ar an mballa?
- An gceapann tĂș go bhfuil sĂ© seo nĂĄireach? - ShoilĂ©irigh Fyodor le tuin chainte aisteach as lĂĄthair.
D'iompaigh Kolyan nĂos gile fĂłs.
- Um... nĂl, tĂĄ sĂ© go hĂĄlainn, ar ndĂłigh...
- An bhfeiceann tĂș i ndĂĄirĂre Ă nĂł an bhfuil tĂș ag brĂ©agadh liom?
âFiodor, fĂĄg leat fĂ©in Ă©, nĂ fheiceann Ă©inne ach tĂș ĂĄilleacht an bhĂĄis,â thĂĄinig Timur chun tarrthĂĄla.
- NĂ fheicim Ă© ach an oiread. DĂ©anaim iarracht an-deacair, ach tĂĄ easpa creidimh agam.
D'fhĂ©ach Fyodor an corp ar feadh tamaill, ag bogadh ar shiĂșl anois, ag bogadh beagnach nĂos dlĂșithe anois. Rinne sĂ© iarracht fiĂș a sniff.
- Bhuel, cad eile? - D'iarr Denis. - An raibh aon phlean agat?
â BhĂ an plean simplĂ: faigh amach cad a tharla duit. Agus anois tĂĄ sĂ© nĂos simplĂ fĂłs: tĂĄimid ag dul abhaile agus ag ullmhĂș don chogadh.
"TĂĄ a fhios agat go maith nach fĂ©idir leat an bua!" - Thosaigh Kolyan ag caoineadh arĂs. â NĂĄr fhoghlaim tĂș tada Ăł dâiarrachtaĂ roimhe seo?
- TĂĄ athrĂș tagtha ar an scĂ©al, anois beidh an troid ar thĂ©armaĂ comhionanna. DĂ©anaimis rĂ©idh, tĂłgfaimid tĂș freisin. Anseo tĂĄ tĂș cheana fĂ©in ar an marbh ag siĂșl. Fedor, cabhrĂș leis a fhĂĄil rĂ©idh.
- NĂ gĂĄ duit cabhrĂș liom! Beidh mĂ© rĂ©idh liom fĂ©in.
Thosaigh Kolyan lĂĄithreach ag fuss agus ag rith timpeall na seilfeanna lena junk is fearr leat.
"Beidh ort tochailt ar feadh leathuaire tĂș fĂ©in." Lig dĂșinn bogadh, nĂ maith le dia an bhĂĄis fanacht," a ghrinn Timur.
âNĂor cheart go mbeadh deireadh curtha agat leis lĂĄithreach,â chuaigh Denis isteach sa chomhrĂĄ. - MĂĄ tĂĄ an tĂĄiblĂ©ad cosanta ag pasfhocal, tĂĄ mĂ© dĂ©anta ar a shon. Kolyan, cĂĄ bhfuil na heochracha do do shack.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil sĂ© de dhĂth ort?
Rug lĂĄmh tĂotĂĄiniam Fyodor ar Kolyan ag na hĂ©adaĂ, rud a chuir stop lena rith gan intinn.
- Eochracha agus dhĂĄ nĂłimĂ©ad, ach na rudaĂ is tĂĄbhachtaĂ.
Ar ĂĄmharaĂ an tsaoil do Denis, dĂghlasĂĄladh an tĂĄiblĂ©id le mĂ©arloirg; rĂ©itigh lĂĄmh marbh Tom an fhadhb. Tar Ă©is dĂł na heochracha a fhĂĄil, chas sĂ© go Timur.
-CĂĄ bhfuil an jammer? NĂ mĂłr dom Rush chuig an seomra sciath, dĂ©anfaidh mĂ© iarracht cĂșpla uair an chloig a chur le mo shaol.
- TĂĄim leat. Fedor, crĂochnaigh agus tĂ©igh go dtĂ an carr.
Tharraing Timur cuid den bhalla amach, rud a dâimigh siar lĂĄithreach agus a dâiompaigh ina chĂłta bĂĄistĂ chameleon. Ăn nideoige oscailte ghlac sĂ© glĂ©as leictreonach sĂĄch ollmhĂłr le go leor antennas fuip.
â An dĂłigh leat go n-oibreoidh an tĂĄiblĂ©id go dĂreach gan bunstĂĄisiĂșn? - d'fhiafraigh sĂ© cathain a chuir siad faoi ghlas iad fĂ©in sa seomra sciath. - MĂșchaim an jammer.
âDĂ©anfaimid Ă© a sheiceĂĄil anois, Ă© a mhĂșchadh,â a dâfhreagair Denis, ag rummaging trĂ shocruithe an tĂĄiblĂ©id le lĂĄmha beagĂĄn crith.
Fuair ââââna guthanna dĂsachtach dĂsachtach i mo cheann bĂĄs beagnach lĂĄithreach, is cosĂșil gur chiallaigh sĂ© seo go raibh an tablet ag obair go dĂreach. Tar Ă©is rummaging trĂ na socruithe, fuair Denis modhanna oibriĂșchĂĄin na nanorobots. BhĂ an-eagla air go gcaithfeadh sĂ© pasfhocal eile a chur isteach chun idirbhearta a dhearbhĂș. Ach bhĂ an chuma air oibriĂș amach. D'iompaigh an t-aon phonc glas a taispeĂĄnadh liath tar Ă©is do na nanabot a bheith curtha i mĂłd codlata.
- Timur, an fĂ©idir liom an rud damanta seo a iompar? Anois tĂĄim gan Ă©, cosĂșil le diaibĂ©itis gan inslin.
- Coinnigh i gcuimhne, diaibĂ©itis, mairfidh an ceallraĂ ar feadh deich n-uaire an chloig eile. Ansin teastaĂonn gnĂĄthshoicĂ©ad uait, an ceann nach n-oibreoidh i gcarr. Sin Ă©, a ligean ar dul.
- Fan, nĂ mĂłr dom cĂșpla glaoch a dhĂ©anamh Ăł rĂomhaire glĂșine Kolyanovsky.
- FiĂș cĂșpla? Gan am.
â An dĂłigh leat go gcaillfear na militants chomh tapaidh sin?
"SĂlim go bhfuil go leor againn cheana fĂ©in." Thairis sin, is fĂ©idir leo iad fĂ©in a thaispeĂĄint suas dĂĄr n-anamacha.
- CiallaĂonn mĂ©, cĂ© tĂș fĂ©in? TĂĄ Tom ina luĂ san Ăoslach agus pilĂ©ar trĂna cheann.
âMĂneoidh mĂ© gach rud ar an mbealach.â
-CĂĄ bhfuil muid ag dul?
- An ChĂ©ad a Nizhny. TĂĄ ionad tacaĂochta agus ionad leighis againn ansin.
- Cad a dhĂ©anfaidh do dhochtĂșirĂ? DĂșirt Tom go bhfuil an nimh uathĂșil.
- Ăist, a Dan, tĂĄ ĂĄr ndaoinĂ tar Ă©is titim ar an gcruachĂĄn seo cheana fĂ©in. Is gnĂĄth FOV Ă© seo, nĂ dhĂ©anfaidh aon duine aon nimh speisialta a shintĂ©isiĂș gach uair. I Nizhny tĂĄ ĂĄr speisialtĂłir maith a dhĂ©anfaidh fuilaistriĂș iomlĂĄn. Is fĂ©idir leis Ă© a lĂĄimhseĂĄil.
â An gcuideoidh fuilaistriĂș? An bhfuil do chuid guys a thĂĄinig trasna beo?
- Ar bhealaĂ Ă©agsĂșla, ach ansin nĂ raibh aon smaoineamh againn faoi cleasanna den sĂłrt sin.
- TĂĄ sĂ© rĂł-chontĂșirteach ar aon nĂłs. Agus ansin cad a dhĂ©anfaidh mĂ©?
âMionnaĂonn tĂș dĂlseacht don chathlĂĄn agus troidfidh tĂș leis an gcuid eile.â Sin Ă© cinniĂșint saighdiĂșir.
- TĂĄ rogha eile agam, Timur. Cuidigh liom, a dĂșirt tĂș gur tusa mo dhearthĂĄir. Cabhraigh, agus mĂĄ fhanann mĂ© beo, cabhrĂłidh mĂ© leat an cogadh le Arumov a bhuachan.
- Gealltanas dĂĄna, nĂl a fhios agat fiĂș aon rud mar gheall air.
âBeidh mĂ© i bhfad nĂos ĂșsĂĄidĂ nĂĄ mar atĂĄ mĂ© anois, creidim.â
- Cad Ă© do phlean?
â NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn coimeĂĄdĂĄn amhĂĄin le hairm bhitheolaĂocha a bhaint as Arumov.
- NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh airm bhitheolaĂocha aon rud a rĂ©iteach go bunĂșsach, agus is fĂ©idir leat bĂĄs Ăł nimh. TĂĄ meas ag go leor daoine ar an talamh gan rath ort agus beidh guth ar bith de dhĂth orm a thacĂłidh le mo leagan den praiseach seo.
- Do leagan?
StĂĄn Denis go hamhrasach i sĂșile suaimhneach Timur.
- Sea, mo leagan. NĂĄ bĂodh amadĂĄn ort, a Dan, nĂ fĂ©idir linn a bheith i lĂĄthair ag comhairle na gceannasaithe agus a fhĂłgairt gur mharaigh muid ghouls Arumov gan triail.
- TĂĄ brĂłn orm, ar ndĂłigh, ach ansin ba chĂłir Kolyan a bhailiĂș le haghaidh a thuras deiridh, agus nĂ dragged le linn. Is cara rĂł-Ă©agobhsaĂ Ă©.
âBhĂ©arfaidh mĂ© do lĂĄmha maithe Ă© feadh na slĂ, nĂĄ bĂ buartha.â Is foinse luachmhar eolais Ă©.
- Ceart go leor, is cuma cad, cuidigh liom teacht ar an gcoimeådån. Déanfaidh sé an fhadhb a réiteach le nimh agus go leor eile.
- Conas?
- Timur, le do thoil, tĂĄ sĂ© deacair a mhĂniĂș agus nĂl aon am.
- Ceart go leor, cĂĄ bhfuil an coimeĂĄdĂĄn seo?
- Anois déanfaidh mé iarracht a fhåil amach.
- Coinnigh i gcuimhne go bhfuil an nĂos faide againn wander timpeall MoscĂł, an tĂșisce a bheidh siad teacht orainn. NĂ aontĂłidh mĂ© leis seo ach amhĂĄin ar an gcoinnĂoll go ndĂ©arfĂĄ ag comhairle na gCeannasaithe gach rud a iarraim.
- Cad go dĂreach ba cheart dom a rĂĄ?
- TĂĄ brĂłn orm, nĂl aon am a mhĂniĂș anois. DĂ©arfaidh tĂș cibĂ© rud a iarrfaidh mĂ©.
StĂĄn Denis ar a idirghabhĂĄlaĂ ar feadh cĂșig soicind fada. Ach i sĂșile glice Timur nĂ fhĂ©adfadh duine a bheith in ann ach ionchas bĂĄĂșil a lĂ©amh.
âTĂĄ sĂșil agam nach bhfuil aifĂ©ala orm.â
- TĂĄ mĂ© cinnte go gcoimeĂĄdfaidh tĂș d'fhocal. Glaoigh.
Ar dtĂșs rinne Denis iarracht labhairt le Semyon, ach nĂor fhreagair sĂ©. BâĂ©igean dom teachtaireacht a fhĂĄgĂĄil dĂł le cur sĂos gairid ar an scĂ©al, gan trĂĄcht ar ainmneacha sonracha na âshaoirseoirĂâ agus iarratas a fhĂĄil amach an raibh crĂłgach i dteach Arumov. Ach d'fhreagair Lapin, in ainneoin na huaire dĂ©anach, lĂĄithreach.
- Dia duit, Boss, is Ă© seo Denis Kaysanov. DĂșirt tĂș go bhfuil cabhair uait chun roinnt coimeĂĄdĂĄn a dhiĂșscairt?
- Ă, a Dan, tĂĄ tĂș, fionnuar. TĂĄ mĂ© ag iarraidh a bhaint amach duit ar feadh trĂ uair an chloig. FĂ©ach, tĂĄ brĂłn orm gur tharla sĂ© seo do do shaoiste. TĂĄ sĂșil agam go bhfuil gach rud ceart go leor?
- TĂĄ gach rud breĂĄ.
âA Dan, an bhfĂ©adfĂĄ cabhrĂș liom uair amhĂĄin eile?â TĂĄ fadhb ghinearĂĄlta leis an gcoimeĂĄdĂĄn seo; nĂ fĂ©idir linn a dhĂ©anamh amach.
Agus Ă© ag dĂ©anamh breithiĂșnas ar an tĂłin chomhrĂĄiteach, bhĂ Lapin arĂs ag iarraidh a thĂłin a chlĂșdach le cabhair duine Ă©igin eile.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth?
- Sea, nĂl uait ach vĂosa Ăł ionadaĂ Ă©igin Ăł INKIS. TĂĄ sĂ© go hiomlĂĄn dĂ©anach cheana fĂ©in, nĂ aontaĂonn aon duine, agus Ă©ilĂonn na bosses go gcrĂochnĂłidh muid inniu. An bhfĂ©adfĂĄ lĂ©im go Balashikha, nĂl tĂș i do chĂłnaĂ i bhfad...
- Cad atĂĄ sa choimeĂĄdĂĄn?
- Sea, rud ar bith speisialta ... DramhaĂl de chineĂĄl Ă©igin Ăł thurgnaimh, gach cineĂĄl truflais ... bitheolaĂoch. NĂ mĂłr an rud ar fad seo a scrios.
- Cad Ă© an fhadhb atĂĄ le scriosadh?
â Is gĂĄ ionadaĂ amhĂĄin eile a bheith ann. An fĂ©idir leat teacht nĂł nach bhfuil?
- An bhfuil ann ach bruscar? NĂł b'fhĂ©idir roinnt baictĂ©ir contĂșirteacha nĂł vĂris?
â Cad iad na vĂris, cad as a bhfuair tĂș iad? NĂl aon rud contĂșirteach ann,â thĂĄinig imnĂ ar Lapin lĂĄithreach. - Just a bruscar.
"Hey Sonya Dimon, nach bhfuil tĂș imithe as mo cheann go fĂłill"?
ThĂĄinig Valkyrie i gcrĂch lĂĄithreach agus shuigh sĂ© sĂos ar an mbord, ag cur a cuid buataisĂ os a comhair.
âNĂĄ bĂodh dĂłchas agam, nĂ glitche nĂĄ ravings fear uaigneach mĂ©.â
âDĂ©arfadh aon glitch an rud cĂ©anna. Cad a cheapann tĂș faoi Lapin?
âDĂ©an cinneadh duit fĂ©in. Go dtĂ go mbeimid gar don nead, nĂ fĂ©idir aon rud a rĂĄ."
- Ceart go leor, tiocfaidh mé i gceann daichead nóiméad.
âGo hiontach, cabhrĂłidh tĂș go mĂłr liom, i ndĂĄirĂre,â a dĂșirt Lapin le faoiseamh. â TĂĄ sĂ© seo i Balashikha, in aice leis an ardĂĄn Gorenki, glĂ©asra athchĂșrsĂĄla nua. Inseoidh mĂ© duit pas a eisiĂșint.
ShĂl Denis go mbeadh sĂ© go deas Max a chur ar an eolas faoin nĂĄire leis an nĂłta. Ach arĂs, nĂ raibh scĂĄth iontach an Telecom SB an-fhabhrach le comhrĂĄite macĂĄnta a dhĂ©anamh san oĂche, agus chinn Denis dĂĄ n-Ă©ireodh le rud Ă©igin leis an swarm, go rachadh sĂ© dĂreach go Korolev agus dul chun tosaigh ar Arumov, agus dĂĄ ndĂ©anfadh sĂ© ' t sruthĂĄn amach, ansin go hifreann leis: lig Max dĂ©ileĂĄil lena chuid fadhbanna Ă© fĂ©in. Roimh an turas, thit Denis isteach san Ăoslach, rug sĂ© gunna grĂĄin agus ceann de na piostail, agus ansin thĂłg sĂ© a chuid rudaĂ Ăł charr na militants. BhĂ sĂ© dorcha agus ciĂșin taobh amuigh. NĂ raibh na sirens pĂłilĂnĂ ag caoineadh, nĂor shĂĄraigh buataisĂ fho-cheannairĂ Arumov an asfalt briste. MĂĄ shroich fuaimeanna an marĂș aon cheann de na cĂłnaitheoirĂ mĂĄguaird, is lĂ©ir nach raibh aon deifir orthu Ă© a thuairisciĂș.
DâĂ©irigh UAZ dâaois a bhĂ pĂĄirceĂĄilte i gclĂłs in aice lĂĄimhe amach chomh luath agus a dhreap siad istigh. In ainneoin an chuma a bhĂ air a bheith salach agus salach, d'oibrigh an t-inneall tuirbĂn gĂĄis hibrideach beagnach go ciĂșin. Kolyan whined louder mar gheall ar a n-Ă©agmais fada agus na hionchais titim dĂreach isteach sa clutches de scuad bĂĄis, a bhĂ cheana fĂ©in cinnte ag dul i ndiaidh a n-anamacha, go hĂĄirithe mĂĄ chaitheann siad fĂłs leath na hoĂche ag rith timpeall fucking Balashikha.
âKolyan, stop Ă© cheana fĂ©in,â a dâfhiafraigh Denis go cantalach. âBa cheart gur stop tĂș ag caint faoi mâordĂș; ba cheart duit a bheith i do shuĂ go ciĂșin faoi lĂĄthair, ag sĂłrtĂĄil trĂ do swag.â Timur, gheall tĂș a insint cad atĂĄ cearr le militants Arumov.
âIs cosĂșil nach bhfuil tĂș ar an eolas faoi rudaĂ, ceart?â
- Bhuel, tar Ă©is Ian agus mise an siopa a dhĂșnadh sĂos, thit mĂ© amach as an gcluiche. Chuala mĂ©, ar ndĂłigh, go bhfuil cathlĂĄin na SibĂ©ire ag obair anois le muintir Arumov de rĂ©ir na scĂ©ime cĂ©anna thart ar an gcĂ©anna.
- TĂĄ siad ag obair. DĂreach roimhe sin bhĂ cogadh beag. Tar Ă©is an tsaoil, bhĂ ĂĄr bealaĂ fĂ©in againn go dtĂ an Eoraip agus ĂĄiteanna eile. Agus nĂ raibh aon duine chun Ă© a roinnt le roinnt assholes eachtrannach. TĂĄ sĂ© soilĂ©ir go bhfuil an chuid is mĂł de na ceannasaithe cathlĂĄn freisin cowardly shits, faigheann siad dĂłite beagĂĄn amach, tĂĄ siad rĂ©idh chun luĂ sĂos faoi aon duine. Ach thosaigh na gouls seo ag baint cleasanna den sĂłrt sin nuair a thosaigh an bhaisc, a mhĂĄthair, nĂĄ bĂ buartha. TĂĄ eagla ar fiĂș Bloc an Oirthir rompu. Nanarobots cad Ă©, an bhfuil a fhios agat cad Ă© an prĂomh-cleas?
- Cad? An Ă©irĂonn siad Ăł mhairbh? NĂłinĂn.
- Samhlaigh seo. Is Ă© fĂrinne an scĂ©il nach fĂ©idir iad a mharĂș. MharaĂonn tĂș an drong ar fad, agus seachtain ina dhiaidh sin taispeĂĄnann siad arĂs.
- InsĂonn tĂș roinnt scĂ©alta. NĂl aon chĂłrais den sĂłrt sin, fiĂș i measc Martians. Deir siad go bhfuil gach cineĂĄl caidĂ©il agus aerators ann ag cyborgs comhraic an-dul chun cinn ar fĂ©idir leo an inchinn a chaomhnĂș ar feadh cĂșpla uair an chloig. Bhuel, cosĂșil le shoot ach amhĂĄin sa cheann, sruthĂĄn na comhlachtaĂ mar rogha dheireanach.
- Ghearr siad a gceann amach, dhĂł sa chrĂ©amatĂłiriam iad, rinne siad gach rud a thriail. MaraĂodh an Tom seo trĂ huaire, ar bhealaĂ an-sofaisticiĂșil. Ar aon nĂłs, feictear arĂs Ă©. Thairis sin, cuimhnĂonn an ghoul seo ar gach rud a tharla go dtĂ nĂłimĂ©ad an bhĂĄis. Fuair ââan oiread sin daoine maithe dĂłite leis seo. Agus nĂos measa fĂłs, nĂ raibh muid in ann teacht ar an lair as a raibh siad ag teacht. TĂĄ sĂ© amhail is go bhfuil siad ag teleportĂĄil dĂreach Ăł ifreann.
- A Timur, nach amadĂĄn tĂș mĂ© ar feadh uair an chloig?
âMura gcreideann tĂș mĂ©, cuir ceist ar Fedya, nĂ ligfidh siad duit brĂ©ag.â
- NĂ fhaigheann Ghouls bĂĄs. - Dheimhnigh Fedor. âTĂĄ sĂ© seo in aghaidh gach dlĂ, is Ă© mo dhualgas an rud a bhaineann leis a chur ar ais chun bĂĄis.â
- B'fhéidir gur robots de shaghas éigin iad?
- B'fhĂ©idir. Robots an-cunning nach fĂ©idir a idirdhealĂș Ăł dhaoine. CĂ© acu is fĂ©idir a dhĂł i dungeon daingean sciath, agus an luaithreach scaipthe chun na gaoithe, agus go lĂ©ir mar an gcĂ©anna, beidh sĂ© ag teacht ansin agus pointe a mhĂ©ar ar an tĂ© a rinne Ă©. Deimhneoidh Kolyan freisin.
- NĂor mharaigh mĂ© Ă©inne! - BhĂ ââfearg ar Kolyan. - Ach, ar ndĂłigh, tĂĄ rĂĄflaĂ uafĂĄsacha ar snĂĄmh thart.
- I mbeagĂĄn focal, tĂĄ na ceannasaithe cathlĂĄin tar Ă©is Ă©irĂ as, tĂĄ sĂ© nĂos Ă©asca glacadh lena gcoinnĂollacha.
- Agus cad a d'athraigh? An bhfuil sĂ© i ndĂĄirĂre toisc go bhfuil mĂ© do dhearthĂĄir? Agus shocraigh tĂș cabhrĂș liom mar dhearthĂĄir.
â Nuair a tugadh an comhaontĂș i gcrĂch idir Arumov agus comhairle na gCeannasaithe, bhĂ pointe ar leith fĂșt. DâĂĄitigh ceannasaĂ an chathlĂĄin Zarya agus ceannasaĂ an chathlĂĄin Kharzy go bhfĂĄgfaĂ i dâaonar tĂș go pearsanta agus fiĂș gur theastaigh uait go bhfanfadh tĂș i mbun gnĂł mar mhaoirseoir dĂșinn. Arumov, ar ndĂłigh, chuir siad, chomh maith lena n-iarrachtaĂ pathetic, a chuardach le haghaidh rud Ă©igin ann, ach gheall sĂ© go bhfĂĄgfadh tĂș i d'aonar. I bprionsabal, shĂĄraigh sĂ© an comhaontĂș go dĂreach.
â Agus chinn ceannasaithe an chathlĂĄin cogadh a thosĂș mar gheall air seo? Ar thoiligh aon duine acu an oibrĂocht tarrthĂĄla seo?
âDĂșirt siad liom dul agus an fhadhb a rĂ©iteach.â Anseo, mar is gnĂĄch, mĂĄ thagann cĂĄrta shitty suas, dĂ©anfaidh siad gach rud a dhĂscrĂobh mar lĂ©irithe amaitĂ©aracha agus seolfaidh siad chun dramhaĂl sinn. Ach tĂĄ go leor daoine mĂshĂĄsta sna cathlĂĄin agus dâfhĂ©adfadh gurb Ă© seo an ceann deireanach.
â An bhfuil sĂșil agat go vĂłtĂĄlfaidh an t-arm ar son cogaidh? NĂ i gcĂłnaĂ ag iarraidh a marcaĂocht ar an giĂșmar an arm ar an mbealach is fearr rud Ă©igin a rĂ©iteach. NĂ thabharfar ach triail amhĂĄin duit.
âNĂ gĂĄ duit mĂ© a mhĂșineadh, chonaic mĂ© conas a tharlaĂonn sĂ©.â Ach tĂĄ mĂ© cinnte go bhfuil fĂłs guys le liathrĂłidĂ sa tSibĂ©ir a mheabhrĂș go bhfuil muid riamh a thabhairt suas. Caithfidh go bhfuil bealach ann chun ghouls a mharĂș.
- Agus tĂĄ a fhios agat air?
âTĂĄ a lĂĄn rudaĂ ar eolas agam, a chara, Denis,â dâfhreagair Timur go doilĂ©ir agus Ă© ina thost.
BhĂ foirgneamh bĂĄn nuathĂłgtha an ghlĂ©asra athchĂșrsĂĄla i bhfolach i bpĂĄirc foraoise a ndearnadh faillĂ in aice leis an iarnrĂłd. FĂor, rinne an stench beag cadaverous agus deatach Ăł na simlĂ©ir jab iontach chun a phost a scaoileadh.
âĂit iontach le haghaidh swarm,â a dĂșirt Sonya Dimon faoin scĂ©al. âTĂĄ conablaigh ainmhithe foirfe chun neadacha a aibĂocht.â
âSea, is Ă© seo an ĂĄit cheart.â
Rolladh an UAZ, lena cheannsoilse, go cĂșramach go dtĂ an cas Ăłna raibh radharc ar an ngeata laitĂse soilsithe.
âMar sin, d'aois amhĂĄin sa bhoth,â a dĂșirt Fedor, ag scrĂșdĂș na diĂșscartha trĂd an radharc comhcheangailte. - Tiocfaimid go ciĂșin, cnagfaidh mĂ© amach Ă©. NĂł dreapfaimid thar an gclaĂ, ach bâfhĂ©idir go bhfuil comhartha ann?
âNĂ gĂĄ dul ĂĄit ar bith,â a dâfhreagair Denis. "Rachaidh mĂ© dĂreach isteach. Caithfidh pas a bheith agam."
- Le subh i do mhåla droma? - D'iarr Timur. - Cad a tharlóidh må chuireann sé iachall ort a bhfuil istigh a thaispeåint?
â DĂ©arfaidh mĂ© go bhfuil an trealamh chun oibre. NĂ thochailfidh sĂ© go dtĂ an bun, nĂ rĂ©ad straitĂ©iseach Ă©.
-An rachaidh tĂș i dâaonar?
- Sea, ar dtĂșs feicfidh mĂ© cad a thug mo bhanchĂ©ile ann. MĂĄs cacamas clĂ©ibh Ă© seo, scoirfidh mĂ© lĂĄithreach agus tiomĂĄinfidh mĂ© go Nizhny. Agus mĂĄs Ă© sin atĂĄ uait, tĂĄ sĂșil agam nach mbeidh do chabhair ag teastĂĄil.
- Bhuel, fĂ©ach duit fĂ©in. Glac an raidiĂł ar eagla na heagla, go bhfuil sĂ© sa raon VHF, nĂ bhrĂșnn an jammer Ă©.
Chomh maith leis an walkie-talkie Timur, thĂłg sĂ© amach caipĂn mhĂłr liath agus balaclava dĂ©anta as fabraic mhiotalacha le tĂĄscairĂ a tĂłgadh isteach sna limistĂ©ir thrĂ©dhearcacha agus thug sĂ© an tacar do Kolyan.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil sĂ© seo riachtanach fĂłs? - BhĂ ââfearg ar Kolyan. "NĂ gĂĄ duit gach cineĂĄl coilĂ©ar a chrochadh orm, nĂ mise do mhadra."
- Lean ort, nĂĄ bĂ buartha, nĂl siad ach ag cur bac ar chomhĂ©adan gan sreang an tslis. NĂl aon iontas olc ann.
âCĂ©, dar leat, a ghlaofaidh mĂ©, a mhuintire Arumov nĂł rud Ă©igin?â
âNĂ fios duit cĂ© leis a bhfuil tĂș fĂłs i do chairde.â NĂl cead againn lonradh os comhair aon duine - ordĂș ordaithe, faraor.
Lean Kolyan ar aghaidh ag grumble, tharraing sĂ© air a chĂłta bĂĄistĂ agus a bhalaclava agus chas sĂ© go dtĂ an fhuinneog le breathnĂș maslach.
Bhailigh Denis a mhĂĄla droma, sheiceĂĄil sĂ© an datha sa bairille agus chuir sĂ© an piostal ina chrios. Ag Ă©irĂ as an gcarr, bhĂ sĂ© ina sheasamh ar feadh tamaill indecision, ag fĂ©achaint ar an limistĂ©ar soilsithe go geal os comhair an gheata. âBhuel, gheobhaidh mĂ© swarm ansin agus beidh mĂ© mar dĂłchas deiridh na hImpireachta, nĂł, is dĂłichĂ, go bhfaighidh mĂ© coimeĂĄdĂĄn de lucha saotharlainne marbh agus go bhfaighidh mĂ© bĂĄs den nimh fĂ©in. SĂłlĂĄs amhĂĄin: is fĂ©idir linn dĂ©ileĂĄil leis an mbastard Lapin sin faoi dheireadh.â
- CĂĄ fhad ar chĂłir dĂșinn a bheith ag sĂșil leat?
D'Ă©irigh Timur amach as an gcarr freisin agus las sĂ© toitĂn, a chlĂșdaigh an solas le pailme as an nĂłs.
- I thart ar fiche nĂł trĂocha nĂłimĂ©ad, sĂlim.
- Is fada an lĂĄ Ă©, ceart go leor... Imigh leat, nĂĄ bĂ dĂșr, tĂ©ir cheana fĂ©in nĂł rachaimid.
- TĂĄ mĂ© ag teacht, tabhair toitĂn dom.
NĂ raibh aon fadhbanna ag an seicphointe. LĂ©im Anton Novikov lĂĄithreach ansin agus tharraing sĂ© Denis taobh istigh go mĂfhoighneach.
- Agus tĂĄ tĂș anseo? - BhĂ ââiontas ar Denis. âNĂ fĂ©idir leat na doicimĂ©id a shĂniĂș?
âNĂl sĂ© Ă©asca sĂniĂș ann,â dâfhreagair Anton go seachanta. "TĂĄ sĂ© dodhĂ©anta gan tĂș, a ligean ar dul nĂos tapĂșla, tĂĄ gach duine cheana fĂ©in tuirseach ag fanacht."
- Cé hé gach duine?
Go dtĂ an bealach isteach chuig an bhfoirgneamh, shiĂșil siad feadh balla ard, Ăłna taobh thiar thĂĄinig an stench leanĂșnach de lobhadh. D'oibrigh an glĂ©asra i mĂłd leath-uathoibrĂoch; nĂor bhuail siad le haon duine ar an mbealach. Is Ăł am go chĂ©ile a rinne forklifts torann. Tharraing Anton anĂĄlĂłir amach as ĂĄit Ă©igin, ag dearmad go nĂĄdĂșrtha glĂ©as den chineĂĄl cĂ©anna a thairiscint dĂĄ chara. Taobh istigh, roinneadh foirgneamh na ceardlainne ina dhĂĄ leath freisin ag balla le geataĂ hermetic. De rĂ©ir dealraimh, dâfhan corpĂĄin ainmhithe agus bruscar eile sa leath eile, ach bhĂ an ceann seo sĂĄch glan. Anton, a ainliĂș idir brĂșiteoirĂ oibre, umair agus criosanna iompair, iad a threorĂș go dtĂ an choirnĂ©al thall den cheardlann in aice leis an bhalla roinnte. Ba mhĂł an t-ionadh ar Denis slua iomlĂĄn ionadaithe INKIS a fhĂĄil ann: an cĂșpla Kid and Dick, Lapin fĂ©in, agus fear gruama maol Ăł sholĂĄthar darb ainm Oleg. BeagĂĄn ar an taobh, agus a airm thrasnaigh thar a chliabhrach, sheas fear ard, tanaĂ i rabhlaeir chosanta, le gruaig liath agus lĂ©iriĂș neamhspleĂĄch, beagĂĄn sotalach ar a aghaidh. Tugadh isteach Ă© mar Pal Palych, innealtĂłir plandaĂ. BhĂ fear neamhfheiceĂĄlach sna rabhlaeir chĂ©anna agus masc anĂĄlaithe ĂĄ bhrĂș ar a mhullach suite in aice leis an mballa, ag claonadh ina choinne. BhĂ srĂłn dearg sĂĄithithe ag an tuathĂĄnach agus lĂ©iriĂș neamhlĂĄithreachta ar a aghaidh, a bhĂ tipiciĂșil dâoibrĂ crua, ar bhailigh slua de cheannairĂ timpeall air, a chaith an t-am ar fad ag socrĂș cad ba cheart don oibrĂ crua a dhĂ©anamh.
ShiĂșil an slua iomlĂĄn seo dâfhigiĂșirĂ ceannais i gciorcail timpeall ar choimeĂĄdĂĄn, timpeall mĂ©adar ar airde, a bhĂ clĂșdaithe go lĂ©ir le comharthaĂ bithghuaise an-bhagairtĂ.
Is ar Ă©igean a chuir Denis ionsaĂ na buile ag Ă©irĂ ina scornach faoi chois agus, ag cur an ghĂĄire is lĂșchĂĄire agus mĂnĂĄdĂșrtha ar a aghaidh, dâfhiafraigh:
â CĂĄ hĂĄit ar fĂ©idir liom sĂniĂș?
- Anseo, Dan, is Ă© seo an rud ... NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn a fhormhuiniĂș ĂĄr ndoicimĂ©id, ach nĂ mĂłr Ă© a dhĂ©anamh ach ag an duine a rialĂș go pearsanta ar an bprĂłiseas... I bprionsabal, rud ar bith mar sin, ach cabhrĂș le cara as an monarcha...
- Mar sin, dĂ©anaimis dul gan a thuilleadh moille. - BhrĂș Pal Palych an droning Lapin ar leataobh go daingean agus ghlaoigh sĂ© ar an Mikhalych leamh. - TĂ©igh lenĂĄr bhfostaĂ, tabharfaidh sĂ© rabhlaeir duit. Agus le do thoil, impĂm ort, go tapa, nĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh fanacht anseo ar feadh na hoĂche, tĂĄ a fhios agat.
- Cad is gå a dhéanamh?
- CosĂșil le cad Ă©? CosĂșil le cad! Cad atĂĄ ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh agat i do INKIS? â is beag nĂĄr phlĂ©igh an t-innealtĂłir liath-ghruaig amach ag screadaĂl. - NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn an coimeĂĄdĂĄn diabhal a oscailt sa chrios heirmĂ©iteach, an pacĂĄistiĂș istigh a steiriliĂș agus ansin an t-ĂĄbhar a dhĂł.
- An bhfuil tĂș cinnte Ă© a oscailt? âTĂĄ airm bhitheolaĂocha ann,â a dâfhiafraigh Denis leis an cuma is neamhchiontach.
Agus ar feadh deich soicind bhain sĂ© sult as an gcaoi ar shĂn aghaidh Pal Palych amach de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile le hiontas, conas a thosaigh sĂ© ag sileadh aer, ag bulgadh a shĂșile, ag casadh corcra agus ag cur mallacht neamhshuntasach i dtreo an Lapin scanraithe. Chuaigh Anton isteach sa chraic lĂĄithreach, ag iarraidh a chruthĂș go raibh dramhaĂl shimplĂ bhitheolaĂoch ann agus rinne gothaĂ mĂgheanasach i dtreo Denis, ag tabhairt le fios nĂĄr chodail sĂ© fĂłs i ndiaidh innĂ©. Tar Ă©is dĂł an chuideachta ar fad a ĂĄitiĂș mar sin le hĂĄbhar tĂĄbhachtach, d'iompaigh Denis chuig a dheamhan istigh.
âAn Ă© seo an coimeĂĄdĂĄn ceartâ?
âNĂl a fhios agam, tĂĄ cuma aisteach ar an bpacĂĄistiĂș seachtrach. DĂ©an iarracht breathnĂș air Ăł gach taobh.â
Lean Sonya Denis gan staonadh le linn a bhabhtaĂ.
"D'fhéach mé, cad atå le teacht"?
âBa cheart go mbeadh greanadh speisialta air, cosĂșil le sraithuimhir. TĂĄ na huimhreacha seo go lĂ©ir agam i mo chuimhne.â
âNĂl aon uimhreacha anseo. Agus go ginearĂĄlta tĂĄ cuma rĂł-nua air do thĂĄirge de dhĂ©antĂșs an impiriĂșil.â
âDĂ©an iarracht Ă© a mhothĂș, bâfhĂ©idir go bhfuil an greanadh scriosta.â
âNĂl aon rud eile le dĂ©anamh, mothaigh an coimeĂĄdĂĄn le dramhaĂl bitheolaĂoch. TĂłgfaidh siad mĂ© le haghaidh leathcheann."
Rith Denis a lĂĄmh go cĂșramach feadh acomhal an chlĂșdaigh agus an choirp a bhĂ beagnach do-aitheanta agus d'imigh air amhail is dĂĄ mba Ăł turraing leictreach.
âCad Ă© sin? StaitistiĂșil"?
âNĂ hea - sin Ă©! - Exclaimed Sonya Dimon excitedly. âFĂ©ach nĂos cĂșramaĂ.â
D'fhĂ©ach Denis ar an ĂĄit a raibh sĂ© dĂreach tar Ă©is a lĂĄmh a rith agus chonaic sĂ© lĂne buĂ a bhĂ ag caochaĂl, cosĂșil le tentacle caol, ag dul faoin gclĂșdach.
âCĂłras alĂĄraim swarm, rinne duine Ă©igin iarracht na neadacha a oscailt, duine gan chead.â
âArumov? Agus ansin chuir sĂ© na neadacha i bpacĂĄiste eile agus chinn sĂ© iad a scriosadh.â
"B'fhéidir".
âAgus cĂ©n fĂĄth go bhfuil sĂ© fĂłs beo? Conas a dâĂ©irigh an tsnĂĄithe corraitheach chomh sciobtha sin, huh?
âNĂ arm iomlĂĄn Ă© seo, mar aon arm eile. NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn glacadh leis an gceann is measa, go bhfuil a fhios aige faoi chumais an tsnĂĄithe agus go dtuigeann sĂ© conas Ă© a chosaint ina choinne.â
âSea, nĂł d'Ă©irigh sĂ© as a aisĂ©irĂ, dar le Timur. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, nach bhfuil a fhios agat faoi aisĂ©irĂ? An aireagĂĄn impiriĂșil Ă© seo freisin nach bhfuil ĂĄ Ă©ileamh ag na maiseanna leathana?
"NĂl fhios agam".
âAn freagra is fearr leat. A ligean ar a oscailt an pacĂĄiste"?
"Ar ndĂłigh".
âTĂĄ sĂșil agam go n-Ă©ireoidh leis an swarm seo gur duine dĂĄr gcuid fĂ©in sinn. NĂl aon saol breise fĂĄgtha agam.â
âChuir sĂ© amach cheana Ă©, ar eagla nĂĄr thuig tĂș. DĂ©an teagmhĂĄil arĂs."
Chuaigh Denis i dteagmhĂĄil le taobh an mhiotail go h-iontach, agus Ă© ag iarraidh go hathfhillteach fanacht amach Ăłn tentacle buĂ, ach chuaigh sĂ© i dtreo a lĂĄimhe.
Chaith gaoth an gheimhridh cnĂĄmh-fhuartha dornĂĄn de shnĂĄthaidĂ oighreata isteach i m'aghaidh, chaith siad iad agus chuaigh siad i lĂ©ig, ag fĂĄgĂĄil ach glĂłr agus arm i lĂneĂĄil ar aerphĂĄirc ollmhĂłr. BhĂ guth, toirneach, mealltach agus feargach idir na sraitheanna gan gluaiseacht de thaibhsĂ armĂșrtha, thiomĂĄin an ghaoth na simooms sneachta trasna na pĂĄirce coincrĂ©it gan deireadh agus nigh sĂ bratach ard-ardaithe na hImpireachta sa spĂ©ir gorm pollta.
âIs saighdiĂșirĂ na himpireachta thĂș, taibhsĂ na ndaoine a thit sa chogadh mĂle bliain. Iad siĂșd a d'fhan ina luĂ i fiailĂ na pĂĄirce fiĂĄin agus sna pĂĄirceanna sneachta-bĂĄn in aice le MoscĂł, a shĂolraigh go bun na n-aigĂ©an, a cuireadh i gcrip na stĂĄisiĂșn spĂĄis. Ăist lena nglĂłr! Baineann anamacha na saighdiĂșirĂ a fuair bĂĄs ar son na hImpireachta leis go deo. Agus is lĂ©i bhur nâanamacha, agus cuirfidh bhur nâainmneacha i gcuimhne go deo i gcroĂthe a naimhde. Gol agus caoineadh, apostates agus naimhde na hImpireachta, mar go luath beidh sĂ© a rugadh - an spiorad mĂłr na bhfeice, an sciĂșirse agus pionĂłs DĂ© de gach cine agus pobail. Feiceann sĂ© le mĂle sĂșl; nĂ fĂ©idir leat a cheilt uaidh i ndoimhneacht na bpluaiseanna nĂĄ i mbarr na slĂ©ibhte. FĂĄgfaidh sĂ© luaithreach agus fothracha Ăł do chathracha, beidh do chnĂĄmha ag gĂ©archor faoi bhuatais a airm. Beidh do chlann agus do chlann clainne, agus do shliocht go lĂ©ir a rugadh agus a bĂĄs ar eagla na swarm! Agus beidh an Impireacht beo ar feadh na mĂlte bliain agus rathĂșil. GlĂłir don Impireacht mhĂłr!
"Hey, a bhuachaill, nĂĄ bac leis, dĂșirt tĂș leat fĂ©in Ă©."
Rinne Mikhalych, a chuaigh trĂ Sonya, teagmhĂĄil le gualainn Denis. Tharraing Denis a lĂĄmh ar ais, chroitheadh ââââa cheann le daze, agus chuaigh an obsession i lĂ©ig.
- Ă, tĂĄ, mheasc mĂ© suas Ă© le coimeĂĄdĂĄn eile.
- Cad? - D'iompaigh Pal Palych, a d'Ă©irigh le fuarĂș beagĂĄn, lĂĄithreach chucu. - CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș ag mĂșirĂniĂș m'inchinn! I mbeagĂĄn focal, tĂ©ann tĂș agus cuir ort do chuid rabhlaeir faoi lĂĄthair, nĂł fĂĄgann tĂș an t-ĂĄitreabh! TĂĄ mĂ© an-tinn cheana fĂ©in de seo. Tharla rud Ă©igin eile leis an gceangal, marĂłdh siad mĂ© sa bhaile.
âSea, a deirim, nĂl aon rud contĂșirteach ann,â dhreap Anton isteach arĂs. - Cuireann sĂ© mearbhall ar gach rud i gcĂłnaĂ, le dĂ©anaĂ bhĂ sĂ© chomh dona ... NĂ mĂłr dĂșinn nĂos lĂș a Ăłl.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth nach ndeachaigh tĂș go dtĂ an crios heirmĂ©iteach tĂș fĂ©in? - D'fhiosraigh Pal Palych go h-iontach. âNĂor cheart dĂșinn a bheith sĂĄite anseo ar feadh trĂ huaire.â
- Bhuel, nĂ fĂ©idir liom, nĂl mĂ© i dteideal Ă© i mo phost.
- Palych, Ăłs rud Ă© gurb Ă© seo an cĂĄs, bheadh ââââsĂ© go deas an bĂłnas sin a mhĂ©adĂș ... beagĂĄn.
Thuig Mikhalych, le roinnt moille, an scéal agus shocraigh sé é a chur ina bhuntåiste.
- DĂ©an teagmhĂĄil le INKIS, Ăocann siad as an mboth seo.
Lig Lapin osna throm amach agus thug sé cårta do Mikhalych le eurocoins, agus ansin ceann eile, ag féachaint nach raibh sé i bhfad taobh thiar de.
- Ar cheart dom bĂłnas a fhĂĄil? - Thug Denis aghaidh go simplĂ ar an mbainisteoir.
Rinne Lapin comhartha leithscĂ©alach i dtreo Pal Palych agus ghlaoigh sĂ© ar rud Ă©igin cosĂșil le: âTĂĄ brĂłn orm, nĂl ann ach nĂłimĂ©ad eile,â agus dĂșirt sĂ© le Denis le ton anamĂșil:
- A Dan, tĂĄ a leithĂ©id de praiseach ar siĂșl, is tusa an dĂłchas deireanach. Feiceann tĂș gach rud, conas Ă© a chur go rĂ©idh ...
- An bhfuil tĂș tuirseach as an gcoimeĂĄdĂĄn a oscailt?
âSea, thug tĂș spĂĄd ar spĂĄd i gcĂłnaĂ,â a dĂșirt Lapin go neirbhĂseach. âNĂ fĂ©idir leat a bheith ag brath ar aon duine, ach tĂș fĂ©in, go hionraic.â Seo Novikov, dĂreach mar sin, imĂonn lĂĄithreach. DhĂ©anfainn Ă© a mhĂșchadh i bhfad Ăł shin agus tĂș a cheapadh, ach nĂ cheadĂłidh Arumov Ă©. Anseo, mar a deirim i spiorad, tĂĄ meas agam ort, a Dan, nĂl eagla ort roimh rud ar bith. Sea, nĂl aon rud le eagla anseo i ndĂĄirĂre, baineann na rĂĄflaĂ seo go lĂ©ir le arm bitheolaĂoch de chineĂĄl Ă©igin, ach tĂĄ sĂ© greannmhar, a bheith macĂĄnta.
â CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil na comharthaĂ greamaithe ansin?
- CĂ©n chaoi a bhfuil a fhios agam, a gcuid daoine lipĂ©adaithe Arumov ar chĂșis Ă©igin. NĂ thuigeann siad Ă©, mar sin chrom siad air. Anois, cad ba cheart dom a dhĂ©anamh faoi?
- DĂ©an iad a dhiĂșscairt go hoifigiĂșil ag glĂ©asra mĂleata Ă©igin.
âCad fir mhĂleata,â a chrom Lapin a lĂĄmha. âNĂ bheidh ort ach comhordĂș a dhĂ©anamh ansin ar feadh dhĂĄ mhĂ.â GnĂł ar feadh cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad, ach cuidiĂș leis an Mikhalych bhaint as an clĂșdach, agus ansin beidh sĂ© Ă© fĂ©in a dhĂ©anamh. Feiceann tĂș, nĂ fĂ©idir leo an coimeĂĄdĂĄn iomlĂĄn a chur in uathchlĂĄbh. TĂĄ na bithĂĄbhair go lĂ©ir fĂłs sa phacĂĄistiĂș istigh, ionas nach fĂ©idir le haon rud tarlĂș go teoiriciĂșil. Dan, le do thoil, gheobhaidh mĂ© ardĂș cĂ©ime duit, a mhionnaigh mĂ©. TĂĄ mo laethanta saoire trĂ thine, tĂĄ ticĂ©id don lĂĄ amĂĄrach ceannaithe.
âCĂĄ bhfuil tĂș ag dul ar saoire?
- Mar sin, go dtĂ na OileĂĄin MhaildĂve ar feadh seachtaine, agus ansin go dtĂ an dacha, ar ndĂłigh, iascaireacht, teach folctha ...
Lapin rollta a shĂșile dreamily.
"Bhuel mar sin, ar ndóigh, déanaimis déileåil leis an gcoimeådån diabhal seo."
- Go dĂĄirĂre, an gcabhrĂłidh tĂș?!
NĂ raibh Lapin fiĂș a cheilt. Ba lĂ©ir go raibh i bhfad nĂos mĂł geallĂșintĂ folamh aige i ndĂĄn don leathcheann a thoileodh go neamhoifigiĂșil, i lĂĄr na hoĂche, coimeĂĄdĂĄn a oscailt le dramhaĂl bitheolaĂoch amhrasach.
"Dain, tĂĄ tĂș chomh maith, tĂĄ tĂș tar Ă©is cabhrĂș liom mar sin, nĂ hĂ© seo an chĂ©ad uair."
- Sea, aon fhadhb, tĂĄ laethanta saoire naofa.
ThĂĄinig Anton anĂos go dtĂ Denis agus Ă© ag cur air a chuid rabhlaeir agus chuir sĂ© patrĂșnach ar a ghualainn Ă©.
- Is laoch thĂș, a Dan. TĂĄimid go lĂ©ir in Ă©ineacht leat inĂĄr smaointe. Valerie, an bhfuil cead agam dul abhaile cheana fĂ©in, cĂ©n fĂĄth a chroch timpeall anseo?
âTĂ©igh ar aghaidh, ar ndĂłigh,â a chrom Lapin a lĂĄmh.
âStop leis! â ThĂĄinig eagla ar Sonya Dimon lĂĄithreach. âNĂor cheart dâaon duine imeacht as seo go dtĂ go scaoilfidh tĂș an sceach.â
âNĂor thug mĂ© buille faoi thuairim,â a dĂșirt Denis.
- Fan, Anton, an bhfuil tĂș ag imeacht cheana fĂ©in? NĂ fĂ©idir liom dul i ngleic gan do thacaĂocht mhorĂĄlta.
- Tar ort, a Kid agus Dick thall ansin beidh tĂș ag tacĂș. Agus beidh mĂ© ag titim i mo chodladh anois. .
Dâoscail Anton a bhĂ©al arĂs ionas gur bheag nĂĄr bhain sĂ© a fhĂłd as a chĂ©ile.
- PrĂomhfheidhmeannach, cad atĂĄ ar siĂșl? Ceachtar tĂĄimid go lĂ©ir anseo le chĂ©ile go dtĂ an deireadh searbh, nĂł nĂ luĂonn mĂ© isteach.
DâĂ©irigh Lapin sighedly agus thosaigh sĂ© ag argĂłint go drogallach le Anton.
"NĂ mĂłr rud Ă©igin a dhĂ©anamh"! - ThĂĄinig scaoll arĂs ar Sonya Dimon.
- CĂĄ bhfuil leithreas agat?
Tharraing Pal Palych a låmh go doiléir åit éigin go dtà an taobh.
- Ar ndóigh, gheobhaidh mé mé féin é.
Tar Ă©is dĂł dul thar an lĂne radhairc, tharraing Denis walkie-talkie amach as a mhĂĄla droma.
- Timur, fĂĄilte romhat.
- FĂĄilte! CĂ©ard atĂĄ agat?
- TĂĄ gach rud go breĂĄ, nĂl ach iarratas amhĂĄin agam. MĂĄ fheiceann tĂș carr dubh, sedan, uimhir 140 ag fĂĄgĂĄil, stop Ă©. Is Ă© seo mo chomhghleacaĂ, ba mhaith leis a fhĂĄgĂĄil go luath.
- Conas is féidir liom stop a chur leis?
â Cuir bac ar an mbĂłthar, cuir na soilse Ă©igeandĂĄla ar siĂșl.
- Dan, cad a tharlĂłidh mĂĄ ghlaonn sĂ© na pĂłilĂnĂ? Ghlac tĂș an subh, ach le sceallĂłga nua is pĂosa cĂste Ă©, nĂl le dĂ©anamh agat ach do mhĂ©ara a fhilleadh ar bhealach cliste Ă©igin agus sin Ă©: triomaigh na crackers.
- Timur, coinnigh Ă© mar is toil leat.
- Ceart go leor, mĂĄ tharlaĂonn aon rud, tĂĄ sĂ© ar do choinsias.
- Ar mo. Soilse amach.
Nuair a d'fhill Denis, bhà an coimeådån lódåilte ar an róiste cheana féin, agus bhà Mikhalych ag casadh an låmh a chuir glas ar an doras go dtà an limistéar srianta.
- Nà féidir leat måla droma a iompar!
Chuaigh Pail Palych trasna ar Denis.
â TĂĄ rudaĂ luachmhara agam ansin.
- NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh aon duine teagmhĂĄil leo, lig dĂłibh luĂ anseo. Sea, nĂ fĂ©idir leat mĂĄla droma a iompar, rud nach lĂ©ir! Caithfear Ă© a steiriliĂș nĂos dĂ©anaĂ freisin.
- Seo iad mo chuid fadhbanna.
- NĂ hĂ© do fhadhb Ă©! I mbeagĂĄn focal, nĂ rachaidh tĂș isteach le backpack.
- Ceart go leor, ach Ă© a chur anseo ag an doras.
- Nà dhéanfaidh aon duine teagmhåil leis. Bhuel, beidh sé ar an mbealach, lig gach rud a luà anseo.
Ar dhul isteach dĂł, dâaimsigh Denis geata le doras inmheĂĄnach a shleamhnaigh go dtĂ an taobh ag brĂș cnaipe.
âĂist, a Sonya, nĂ maith liom Ă© seo. Is cinnte go bhfuil ceamaraĂ ann, ar eagla go gcuirfidh an Pal Palych seo faoi ghlas muid isteach go dĂșr.â
"TĂĄ roghanna eile"?
âAr ndĂłigh, tĂłg amach an bairille agus oscail an coimeĂĄdĂĄn Ăłn taobh amuigh.â
âTĂĄ an iomarca daoine ann, nĂ fĂ©idir leat iad a rialĂș. Agus beidh fadhbanna againn le corpĂĄin bhreise.â
Chuaigh Denis go drogallach ar aghaidh ar lĂneĂĄil mhĂn, dhlĂșth linĂłleum an limistĂ©ar srianta, tuairim is deich go deich mĂ©adar. BhĂ na ballaĂ lĂneĂĄilte le plaisteach bĂĄn gan seams, agus sa bhalla ar dheis bhĂ doras chuig glas aer eile. BhĂ trĂ uathchlĂĄbh, oigheann gĂĄis, agus roinnt caibinĂ©id le huirlisĂ sa seomra.
â Mikhalych, an fĂ©idir an crios heirmĂ©iteach a bhlocĂĄil Ăłn taobh amuigh?
- Bhuel, mĂĄ tĂĄ an peann agat, is fĂ©idir leat. Cad chuige? - BhĂ ââglĂłr Mikhalych bĂĄite mar gheall ar an anĂĄlĂłir.
- Bhuel, go tobann, cad a tharlaĂonn. NĂ bheinn ag iarraidh go gcuirfidĂs faoi ghlas sinn anseo le bruscar.
- CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș ag ardĂș as cuimse, nĂ chuirfidh aon duine faoi ghlas sinn. An ndearna tĂș faire arĂs ar Kina? TĂĄ cianrialtĂĄn ann, mĂĄ bhĂonn Ă©igeandĂĄil ann, cuir an cochall ar lĂĄnchumhacht agus stomp go dtĂ an glas aeir. TĂĄ cnaipe ar an taobh a chasann ar an cith le tuaslagĂĄn dĂfhabhtĂĄn.
â An bhfuil ceamaraĂ ann?
- Sea, ach nĂ fhĂ©achann Ă©inne orthu de ghnĂĄth. NĂĄ bĂodh imnĂ ort, nĂ bheidh muid ionfhabhtaithe. Ar theann tĂș an masc go maith?
Rollaigh Mikhalych an coimeĂĄdĂĄn beagnach gar don uathchlĂĄbh, scaip naipcĂnĂ tiubh timpeall agus thosaigh sĂ© ag stealladh roinnt leacht as an canister os a gcionn.
âLĂonfaidh mĂ© gach rud le rĂ©iteach dĂghalraithe, ar eagla na heagla,â a mhĂnigh sĂ©. - Ach i ndĂĄirĂre, nĂ bhĂonn a fhios agat.
Ansin chas sĂ© an comhla ar an gcoimeĂĄdĂĄn agus hissed an t-aer taobh amuigh taobh istigh. Nuair a fuair an hiss bĂĄs, chonaic Denis tentacles buĂ ag snĂ amach faoin gclĂșdach Ăł gach taobh.
Thug Mikhalych eochair do.
- Bainimis den chlĂșdach, dĂscriĂș Ăł do thaobh Ă©.
B'Ă©igean an clĂșdach a bhaint de le scriĂșirĂ chun an t-o-fĂĄinne a bhĂ tar Ă©is an miotal a ghreamĂș go daingean a strĂłiceadh as a chĂ©ile. Mhothaigh an pĂosa iarainn fĂ©in gur mheĂĄ sĂ© fiche nĂł trĂocha cileagram, agus, dĂĄ mba mhian leis, dâfhĂ©adfadh duine amhĂĄin Ă© a thĂłgĂĄil go hĂ©asca. âIs dĂłcha go bhfuil faitĂos ar Mikhalych praiseach a dhĂ©anamh ina aonar,â a cheap Denis. LĂonadh an taobh istigh den choimeĂĄdĂĄn le pĂosaĂ adsorbent. Thosaigh Mikhalych Ă© a tharraingt amach go cĂșramach agus Ă© a chur san oigheann, gan dearmad a dhĂ©anamh air Ăł am go ham a uisce as an canister. Ba lĂ©ir nĂĄr thaitin an tuaslagĂĄn dĂghalraithe leis na tentacles; chuaigh siad ag casadh, ach nĂor lĂ©irigh aon chomharthaĂ dĂothaithe; a mhalairt ar fad, roimh amharc istigh Denis dâĂ©irigh siad nĂos gile agus nĂos lĂonmhaire. Crochadh pĂosaĂ dĂobh mar imeall ar chulaith Mikhalych agus scaip siad ar fud an tseomra. Tar Ă©is cĂșpla nĂłimĂ©ad, bhĂ na neadacha fĂ©in le feiceĂĄil - roinnt sorcĂłirĂ glasa, thart ar mhĂ©id buidĂ©al lĂtear, a cuireadh isteach go docht i sealbhĂłirĂ na gcoimeĂĄdĂĄn. Rinne Denis cĂșig phĂosa dĂ©ag a chomhaireamh, bhĂ cuma sĂĄch sean orthu, i roinnt ĂĄiteanna bhĂ an phĂ©int a bhĂ orthu scafa, ag nochtadh miotal airgeadach. BhĂ an dĂĄ nead fite go docht le liathrĂłid iomlĂĄn snĂĄitheanna buĂ.
- Hmmm, ag ardĂș as cuimse, cĂ©n aois Ă© an dramhaĂl seo?
- NĂl a fhios agam.
Bhreathnaigh Mikhalych ar na feadĂĄin glasa go dochreidte le tamall. Ach nĂ raibh aon rud le dĂ©anamh, tharraing sĂ© amach lĂĄmhainnĂ rubair tiubh eile as an closet, dhoirteadh go fial tuaslagĂĄn dĂfhabhtĂĄn os a gcionn agus d'aistrigh an chĂ©ad fheadĂĄn chuig an autoclave.
âCeart go leor, Ă©ist go cĂșramach anois,â thosaigh Sonya ag ordĂș. âNuair a chasann sĂ© uaidh, grabann tĂș an nead, sroiceann tĂș na laistĂ, dĂsciĂșĂĄlann tĂș an clĂșdach go tapa agus dumpĂĄlann tĂș na spĂłir ar an urlĂĄr.â
âGan gnĂomh rĂłmhĂłr sna trĂ soicind sin sular chas sĂ© a chĂșlâ?
"Agus ansin sracadh tĂș as a masc."
âAgus gan Ă© seo, nĂ bheidh an swarm mĂłr in ann dĂ©ileĂĄil leis an Mikhalych truaâ?
âTĂłgfaidh sĂ© cĂșpla nĂłimĂ©ad don Swarm dul trĂd an gcosaint. Is fearr an masc a scriosadh, nĂł nĂos fearr fĂłs, dĂł a ionanĂĄlĂș, ansin beidh an Ă©ifeacht mheandarach. Ansin, nĂ mĂłr dĂșinn an crios srianta a oscailt chomh tapa agus is fĂ©idir agus tĂĄ gach rud sa mhĂĄla.â
"TĂĄ an doras airlock inmheĂĄnach uathoibrĂoch."
"Bac Ă© le rud Ă©igin."
Mikhalych lĂșbtha thar an gcoimeĂĄdĂĄn taobh thiar den cheathrĂș sorcĂłir.
"Cad atĂĄ tĂș ag fanacht?! Go dtĂ go dtosĂłidh sĂ© ar an autoclave"?
âBâfhĂ©idir go mbeadh sĂ© nĂos fearr Ă© seo a dhĂ©anamh nĂĄ daoine a nimhiĂș le bruscar impiriĂșil anaithnid.â
"Beidh tĂș fĂ©in bĂĄs de nimh."
âBeidh gach duine bĂĄs lĂĄ Ă©igin. Is cinnte go mbeidh an Swarm in ann nanarĂłbait a scriosâ?
"DĂreach. NĂ chreideann tĂș mĂ©"?
âAr ndĂłigh creidim. Conas a bhĂonn a fhios ag Arumov faoin swarm? CĂ© hĂ©"?
BhĂ Mikhalych tar Ă©is nĂos mĂł nĂĄ leath de na neadacha a aistriĂș cheana fĂ©in agus chrom sĂ© sĂos don chĂ©ad cheann eile.
âBa mhaith leat Ă© seo a phlĂ© anoisâ?!
âSĂlim go bhfuil an t-am ann. Mar sin cĂ© hĂ© Arumov, cĂ© hĂ© Max? CĂ©n fĂĄth ar ghnĂomhaigh focail Tom mĂ©? NĂ mar gheall ar bhagairt an bhĂĄis atĂĄ sĂ©.â
"Scaoil an swarm"!
Scread Sonya Dimon chomh hard sin gur cuireadh bac ar chluasa Denis. Swayed sĂ© agus rug ar imeall an coimeĂĄdĂĄn. BhĂ blas na fola le feiceĂĄil i mo bhĂ©al arĂs.
- Hey, Guy, cad atĂĄ tĂș a dhĂ©anamh? Bhraitheann tĂș go dona?
LĂ©im Mikhalych amach Ăłn gcoimeĂĄdĂĄn amhail is dĂĄ mba scalladh Ă©.
- Sea, tĂĄ gach rud go breĂĄ, bhĂ beagĂĄn iomarca agam innĂ©. Chuaigh mĂ© a chodladh ach ar maidin. Go dĂĄirĂre, nĂ ionfhabhtĂș Ă© seo, bhĂ tĂș ag tarraingt na neadacha seo.
- Cad a bhĂ ĂĄ iompar agat? - D'iarr Mikhalych i bewilderment.
âOscail, nĂł beidh sĂ© rĂł-dhĂ©anach.â
"Cad Ă© an soith thĂș, a Sonya Dimon!"
Rug Denis ar cheann de na soicĂ©id agus rinne sĂ© iarracht Ă© a tharraingt amach as an gcoimeĂĄdĂĄn. Shuigh sĂ© daingean. Tharraing Denis nĂos deacra agus, le fuaim ard meilt, bhog sĂ© an coimeĂĄdĂĄn beagĂĄn as an mĂĄla. Ansin rug sĂ© ar an gcĂ©ad fhleascĂĄn eile. Reoite Mikhalych amhail is dĂĄ mba pairilis Ă©, ag breathnĂș ar an radharc seo. ScrĂobhadh fiĂĄin, uafĂĄs primitive ar a aghaidh. D'Ă©irigh na laistĂ go hĂ©asca, ach thĂĄinig an clĂșdach go han-lag. Rinne Denis leath sheal agus mhothaigh sĂ© go raibh sĂ© ar tĂ plĂ©ascadh den bhrĂș. Ar deireadh d'atosaigh Mikhalych agus theith sĂ© go dtĂ an t-aerlock lena lĂĄn a chumhachta. D'Ă©irigh leo Ă© a bhualadh ag an doras cheana fĂ©in. Chuaigh Mikhalych ar crith go gĂ©ar, agus nuair a mhothaigh sĂ© go raibh siad ag iarraidh a masc a bhaint de, scread sĂ© amach os ard.
- Parya, cad atĂĄ ar siĂșl agat!!! An bhfuil tĂș imithe ar buile?! Ăirigh as! Lig dul!
Bhuail Denis, in Ă©adĂłchas, Ă© ar chĂșl a chinn le fleascĂĄn, agus ansin arĂs, go dtĂ go raibh Mikhalych ciĂșin. LĂĄithreach, bhĂ sĂ© buailte Ăłn taobh ag doras ag iarraidh a dhĂșnadh. Chrom sĂ© ar aghaidh agus ar deireadh bhĂ sĂ© in ann an clĂșdach a sracadh as. Thit liathrĂłidĂ beaga as an bhfleascĂĄn, a phlĂ©asc nuair a thit siad ar an urlĂĄr agus scaoileadh scamaill de phonc buĂ.
"TĂłg a masc agus bain dĂot fĂ©in Ă©."
"CĂ©n fĂĄth ar cheart dom?"
âLeathcheann! Ar mhaith leat an Swarm a rialĂș nĂł nach bhfuil?
Rinne Mikhalych groaned agus iarracht a dhĂ©anamh dul ar gach ceithre, ach an doras a thĂĄinig stop leis an iarracht lag, bhuail sĂ© go dtĂ an urlĂĄr arĂs. Ach lean sĂ© leis an masc le Ă©adĂłchas fear doomed; bhĂ air a mhĂ©ara a bhualadh le miotal. Le tamall anuas rinne sĂ© iarracht gan anĂĄlĂș, blushing comically agus puffing amach a leicne. Ach, tar Ă©is cic cumhachtach go dtĂ an boilg, ionanĂĄlĂș sĂ© agus lĂĄithreach calma sĂos.
"CĂ©ard faoi"?
âBeidh sĂ© faoi smacht i gceann cĂșpla soicind. Oscail an doras amuigh."
Chomh luath agus a rug Denis ar an låimhseåil agus thosaigh sé ag casadh, chas an bonnån air. Taobh thiar dom, chuala mé torann atå ag fås ón gcóras aeråla.
âBa cheart go mbeadh an doras istigh dĂșnta againn tar Ă©is an tsaoil.â
âCas an lĂĄmh!â
Chlaon duine Ă©igin go soilĂ©ir ar an lĂĄimhseĂĄil Ăłn taobh eile. BhrĂșigh Denis nĂos deacra agus thuig sĂ© go tobann go raibh sĂ© ag fĂ©achaint air fĂ©in Ăłn taobh amuigh. Chonaic sĂ© Mikhalych ardĂș suas taobh thiar dĂł le lĂ©iriĂș gan brĂ ar a aghaidh, conas a thosaigh an aerĂĄil taobh istigh den chrios heirmĂ©iteach ag obair ag cumhacht iomlĂĄn, conas a bugs beaga cling leis na ballaĂ agus urlĂĄir, ach tĂĄ roinnt fĂłs ag eitilt suas an aer dhuchtanna leathan agus a fhĂĄil. bhfostĂș sna scagairĂ. Sreapann fabhtanna eile, cinn an-bheaga, isteach sa alt beagnach dofheicthe idir an jamb agus an doras seachtrach agus greim siad isteach sa sĂ©ala ansin. Fuair ââsĂ© mĂle sĂșl agus mĂle lĂĄmh, d'fhĂ©adfadh sĂ© sreapadh isteach in aon scĂĄinne, isteach in aon ghlĂ©as nĂł isteach i gceann duine ar bith, agus mhoilligh am ar a thoil. Chonaic sĂ© Ă© fĂ©in trĂ shĂșile Mikhalych, ghlac sĂ© cĂ©im ar aghaidh, thuisligh sĂ© agus thit sĂ© gan fiĂș a lĂĄmha a chur chun cinn. NĂ raibh sa phian ach faisnĂ©is, nĂorbh Ă© a chuid fĂ©in Ă©. ShĂl sĂ© gur smaoineamh maith a bheadh ââann na ceamaraĂ a sheiceĂĄil agus lĂĄithreach chuir a shĂșile gort taobh istigh de na glĂ©asanna, ag iarraidh a thuiscint cĂ© na ciorcaid a bhĂ freagrach as cad iad. NĂorbh fhĂ©idir na ceamaraĂ a dhĂ©anamh amach ar an bpointe boise, ach dearadh na lampaĂ fluaraiseacha ar bhealach nĂos simplĂ. Bogadh amhĂĄin agus giorraĂtear an chumhacht. BhĂ brag glĂłrach ann, bhĂ sprĂ©acha ag cur bĂĄistĂ anuas Ăłn tsĂleĂĄil agus chuaigh na soilse amach. Ar feadh tamaill chuir Denis iontas ar na fĂ©idearthachtaĂ nua agus rinne sĂ© dearmad go hiomlĂĄn ar an peann. Theith sĂ suas agus bhuail painfully ar an elbow.
"Cad atĂĄ ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh agat?!" - Hissed Sonya, ag cruthĂș ĂomhĂĄ de phonc buĂ ar an mballa. "NĂl a fhios agat conas swarm a rialĂș go fĂłill!" Oscail an doras diabhal cheana fĂ©in!"
ThĂĄinig Mikhalych, ag bogadh mar zombie, anĂos Ăłn taobh thiar, chlaon an bheirt acu ar an lĂĄimhseĂĄil, agus bhrĂșigh Denis an doras uaidh lena neart go lĂ©ir. D'oscail sĂ© beagĂĄn, agus poncanna geal poured isteach sa bhearna mar thoradh air. An chuma ar aghaidheanna stunned ionadaithe INKIS, cuachta ag an doras, agus Pal Palych i masc, ag iarraidh lena neart deireanach a shealbhĂș ar an doras. Is cosĂșil gur thug sĂ© faoi deara rud Ă©igin ag eitilt amach Ăłn taobh istigh, mar gheall ar chaith sĂ© an lĂĄimhseĂĄil agus ar ais uaidh.
Dhreap Denis amach ina dhiaidh sin, stróic sé a chuid rabhlaeir agus é ag imeacht.
- Cad a rinne tĂș?! - Pal Palych yelled, fĂłs tacaĂocht dĂșr ar shiĂșl.
Tharraing Denis piostal as a chrios agus dhĂrigh sĂ© ar an innealtĂłir.
- Shocraigh mé cad a bhà ag teaståil. Tóg amach do masc.
Chroith Pal Palych a cheann le eagla, chas sĂ© thart agus rith sĂ© ar feadh an bhalla. Rinne Denis iarracht a leanĂșint, ach chuaigh sĂ© i bhfostĂș i pants a rabhlaeir agus thit ar a ghlĂșine.
"LĂĄmh cheana"!
Fired sé, arb é is aidhm do na cosa, ach chaill. Chuaigh an teifeach ar dheis mar ghiorria.
"LĂĄmh sa chĂșl"!
Chonaic Denis spota sĂĄch mĂłr dearg a dâaistrigh le gluaiseachtaĂ a lĂĄmha. Tar Ă©is dĂł a lĂĄthair a dhĂriĂș ar an innealtĂłir reatha, tharraing sĂ© an truicear, agus, an uair seo, thit sĂ©. DâĂ©irigh Denis amach as a rabhlaeir agus rith sĂ© suas go dtĂ an fear a thit. BhĂ smĂĄl fola ag scaipeadh ar a dhroim cheana fĂ©in. Chas sĂ© an corp le deacracht agus chonaic sĂ© sĂșile reoite dĂrithe ar an tsĂleĂĄil.
"RĂ©idh".
âGo maith,â chroith Sonya Dimon.
âTĂșs olc don troid ar son todhchaĂ gheal. Cad a dhĂ©anaimid? Is dĂłcha go bhfuil teaghlach aige, lorgĂłidh siad Ă©.â
âIs ea, is fadhb Ă seo, ach nĂ marfach. Tabharfaidh Roy aire don teaghlach."
âAn dtabharfaidh sĂ© aire ar bhealach dona? CĂ©n fĂĄth nach bhfĂ©adfĂĄ smacht a fhĂĄil air mar Mikhalych?â
âArĂs agus arĂs eile, nĂ arm iomlĂĄn Ă© an swarm. Is fĂ©idir le duine atĂĄ faoi chosaint rith fada go leor chun an t-alĂĄram a chur in iĂșl sula mbeidh sĂ© ionfhabhtaithe. Go hidĂ©alach, ba cheart go mbeadh airm nĂos traidisiĂșnta ag tacĂș le hoibrĂochtaĂ swarm.â
"Umair agus eitleĂĄin nĂł cad?"
âAr dtĂșs, nĂ bheidh ach daoine le gunnaĂ meaisĂn ag teacht suas. NĂĄ bĂ buartha faoi, gheobhaidh an Swarm cuideachta slĂĄndĂĄla prĂobhĂĄidĂ ĂĄitiĂșil Ă©igin chun na gcrĂoch sin.â
âAn bhfuil tĂș chun an daonra iomlĂĄn mĂĄguaird a ionfhabhtĂșâ?
âTĂłg Ă© faoi bhreathnĂș, ar a laghad. Ar do shon fĂ©in, cuirfidh an cĂłras rialaithe bĂ©im amhairc ar gach duine atĂĄ ionfhabhtaithe. Is breathnĂłireacht shimplĂ Ă© dath buĂ; tĂĄ sĂ© beagnach dodhĂ©anta inmhĂolĂș den sĂłrt sin a bhrath gan taighde speisialta. Dath glas - rialĂș iomlĂĄn is fĂ©idir, a bhrath le linn scrĂșdĂș leighis mionsonraithe, mar shampla, nuair a shuiteĂĄil neurochip, go hĂĄirithe mĂĄ tĂĄ a fhios agat cad atĂĄ le lorg. Ba cheart dhĂĄ dhath, dearg agus glas - daoine aonair gĂ©inmhodhnaithe nĂł iomprĂłirĂ nead, faoi seach, a ĂșsĂĄid go cĂșramach.
Is dĂłcha gur thuig tĂș cheana fĂ©in go bhfuil an swarm ĂĄ rialĂș ag orduithe meabhrach, mar sin as seo amach, foghlaim conas do chuid smaointe agus mothĂșchĂĄin a rialĂș. Mar shampla, mĂĄ thĂ©ann duine Ă©igin ar do chos agus go gceapann tĂș rud Ă©igin cosĂșil le, âBĂĄsaigh, a bhata,â bâfhĂ©idir go nglacfaidh an swarm seo mar ordĂș. Nuair a bheidh am againn, dĂ©anfaimid cleachtadh, socrĂłimid cĂłdfhocail agus mar sin de. Molaim bunĂĄit a bhunĂș anseo. Glacfaidh an Swarm smacht ar fhoireann an ghlĂ©asra agus mĂ©adĂłidh sĂ©; tĂĄ neart ĂĄbhar bia ann.â
D'fhĂ©ach Denis thart. Sheas ionadaithe INKIS gan gluaiseacht, ag stĂĄnadh ar an spĂĄs, solas glas ag dul timpeall ar gach ceann acu. BhĂ Mikhalych ag tarraingt neadacha amach as an gcrios heirmĂ©iteach agus ĂĄ gcur ag an doras. BhĂ sĂ© ag bogadh go leor cheana fĂ©in de ghnĂĄth, cĂ© go bhfuil an abairt de bewilderment beag fĂłs nĂor fhĂĄg a aghaidh.
âMar sin, sin Ă©, a Sonya, tĂĄ cosc ââorm daoine a ionfhabhtĂș gan mo chead.â
âIs ordĂș an-dĂșr Ă© seo, cuir ar ceal Ă©. Ach amhĂĄin mĂĄ tĂĄ tĂș ag dul chun suĂ anseo agus gach rud a rialĂș go pearsanta? AmĂĄrach tiocfaidh an t-aistriĂș oibre, beidh gardaĂ slĂĄndĂĄla, conraitheoirĂ, b'fhĂ©idir pĂłilĂnĂ a lorgĂłidh innealtĂłir, agus go leor eile. Caithfear cinneadh a dhĂ©anamh ar gach ceann acu go tapa.â
âCeart go leor, mar sin toirmiscim duit aon daoine a bhfuil aithne agam orthu a ionfhabhtĂș gan mo thoiliĂș. An mbeidh ordĂș den sĂłrt sin oiriĂșnach duit?
âTĂĄ sĂ© nĂos fĂor, ach nĂ maith liom Ă© ach an oiread.â
âAch is ordĂș Ă© seo. NĂĄ fiĂș smaoineamh ar Timur nĂł Fedor nĂł Semyon a ionfhabhtĂș.â
âGlacadh leis an ordĂș. Ach coinnigh i gcuimhne go bhfuil cĂłd ĂĄirithe ag an swarm agus nach fĂ©idir neamhaird a dhĂ©anamh air ar feadh trĂ©imhse Ă©iginnte. I gcĂĄs gach ordĂș aisteach a ardaĂonn an dĂłchĂșlacht go defeat, tugann an Swarm duit, a ligean le rĂĄ, pointĂ pionĂłis. MĂĄ shĂĄraĂonn tĂș mĂ©id ĂĄirithe, eiseoidh an Swarm rabhadh deiridh agus dĂ©anfar neamhaird ar aon ordĂș âmĂcheartâ ina dhiaidh sin, marĂłfar tĂș, agus dĂ©anfaidh an swarm fĂ©inscrios nĂł beidh sĂ© faoi smacht gnĂomhaire eile. DĂĄ lĂĄidre a Ă©irĂonn an swarm, agus dĂĄ mhĂ©ad foinsĂ faisnĂ©ise atĂĄ aige, is amhlaidh is fearr a bhraithfidh mĂ© orduithe nach bhfuil soilĂ©ir. Ach do anois, an t-ordĂș go soilĂ©ir salach ar an gcĂłd agus mar thoradh ar defeat. TĂĄ Roy ag tabhairt rabhadh duit."
âBhuel, logh dom, le do thoil, nĂ dhĂ©anfaidh mĂ© arĂs Ă©. An socraĂonn tĂș cĂ©n t-ordĂș atĂĄ ceart agus nach bhfuil? CĂ© mhĂ©ad pointe atĂĄ fĂĄgtha agam?
âTĂĄ an algartam seo inmheĂĄnach agus dĂșnta Ăłn gcomhĂ©adan ionas nach ndĂ©anann tĂș iarracht Ă© a ionramhĂĄil.â
âFeicim nach bhfuil mĂłrĂĄn muinĂne as slĂĄnaitheoir na hImpireachta MĂłire amach anseo.â
âTugadh airm ollchumhachta duit agus dâĂșsĂĄid tĂș a laghad hypno-rĂomhchlĂĄir. Socruithe bunĂșsacha amhĂĄin a chuireann cosc ââââar bhrath. Is Ă© seo an leibhĂ©al muinĂne is airde do ghnĂomhaire. NĂ mĂłr meicnĂocht rialaithe de chineĂĄl Ă©igin a bheith ann, ceart?
"CruthaĂodh gnĂomhairĂ iolracha"?
"CruthaĂodh go leor gnĂomhairĂ, ach tĂĄ a bhfĂ©iniĂșlacht rĂșnda."
âTarlaĂonn sĂ© go bhfuil a fhios agat fĂ©in cĂ© na horduithe as a dtagann an ruaig agus cĂ© na cinn nach ndĂ©anann. CĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil gnĂomhaire uait nach dtuigeann rud damanta faoina bhfuil ar siĂșl?"
âChuir tĂș an cheist seo cheana fĂ©in. Beidh an freagra thart ar an gcĂ©anna, ach amhĂĄin i bhfocail Ă©agsĂșla. TĂĄim in ann cinntĂ neamhspleĂĄcha a dhĂ©anamh agus is fĂ©idir liom foghlaim, ach nĂlim go hiomlĂĄn cliste sa chiall nach fĂ©idir liom dul thar teorainneacha socraithe. Ăn taobh seo de, is algartam mĂ© a idirghnĂomhaĂonn leis an gcomhshaol ar bhealach an-chasta. Agus nĂ fĂ©idir le duine ar bith a thuar cad a bheidh mar thoradh ar idirghnĂomhaĂocht den sĂłrt sin. BâfhĂ©idir go gcaillfidh an toradh gach luach do dhaoine.â
âNĂ algartam Ă© duine a idirghnĂomhaĂonn leis an gcomhshaol ar bhealach castaâ?
âCeist thar a bheith fealsĂșnach Ă, nĂ raibh na forbrĂłirĂ swarm in ann Ă a fhreagairt. Go ginearĂĄlta, is Ă© an freagra is simplĂ: nĂ raibh ach eagla orainn an swarm a dhĂ©anamh go hiomlĂĄn uathoibrĂoch.â
"TĂĄimid"?
âTĂĄ ainm agus cuid de chuimhne ceann de na prĂomhfhorbrĂłirĂ agam.â
Chuaigh Mikhalych i dteagmhĂĄil, agus roinnt coimeĂĄdĂĄn plaisteach ina lĂĄmha le claibĂnĂ scriĂșdaithe orthu.
- Cén fåth a bhfuil sé seo riachtanach fós?
âCuir cuid de na neadacha isteach iontu agus tabhair leat iad. Tabharfaidh Lapin an coimeĂĄdĂĄn leis na fleascĂĄin ar ais chuig Arumova agus dĂ©arfaidh sĂ© go bhfuil an tasc crĂochnaithe.â
âCad faoi nanarĂłbaitâ?
âNĂ mĂłr iad a bhaint den chorp. Cuir ar anĂĄlĂłir agus bogadh ar shiĂșl. Glac scian agus dĂ©an gearradh ar an taobh amuigh dâfhoearm do lĂĄimhe clĂ©. Caithfidh an fhuil sreabhadh go lĂĄidir. BrĂșfaidh an Swarm na nanabot amach - is Ă© seo an rogha is sĂĄbhĂĄilte.â
Thóg Denis an scian as a mhåla droma agus théigh sé le lastóir.
âTĂĄ do mhodhanna ag magadh.â
âImigh leat, gearr Ă© cheana fĂ©in. Gearr nĂos deacra, nĂĄ bĂodh eagla ort, nĂ ligfidh an swarm duit bĂĄs Ăł scratch."
Fuil trickled sĂos a lĂĄmh agus ar an urlĂĄr. BhĂ imnĂ ag dul i mĂ©id ar Denis agus Ă ag bailiĂș isteach i lochĂĄn beag. âAn bhfuil rud ar bith ar siĂșl ansin ar chor ar bith, nĂł an bhfuil mĂ© ag cur fola orm fĂ©in?â - Cheap sĂ©. Agus shamhlĂș sĂ© conas a bhĂ an iliomad damhĂĄin alla micreascĂłpacha ag gabhĂĄil leis na rĂ©imsĂ lonracha, ag bailiĂș i liathrĂłidĂ mĂłra swarming. StrĂłic siad na sfĂ©ir Ăł bhallaĂ na n-ĂĄrthaĂ agus tarraingĂonn siad iad, ag scriĂș isteach sa sruth dearg. DĂ©anann siad deifir, ag cruthĂș plocĂłidĂ ag an mbealach isteach chuig soithĂ nĂos lĂș, ag iarraidh eitilt amach chomh tapa agus is fĂ©idir, ĂĄit a n-osclaĂonn na rĂ©imsĂ beagnach lĂĄithreach, ag scaoileadh an nimh. Ach cloĂonn na liathrĂłidĂ go docht, ag cruthĂș blaosc lĂĄidir a chuireann cosc ââar an nimh a scaipeadh. Go tapa, tuaslagann na braislĂ damhĂĄin alla swarming, agus crĂ©atĂșir eile Rush chuig an suĂomh an incision agus tĂșs a nascadh na fĂochĂĄin damĂĄiste agus soithigh fola.
D'fhĂ©ach Denis ar a lĂĄmh. In ionad gearrtha, bhĂ lĂne tanaĂ bĂĄn air, cosĂșil le sean scar.
"NĂ dona".
âTabharfaidh an swarm slĂĄinte iomlĂĄn agus athghiniĂșint luathaithe fiĂș gortuithe an-tromchĂșiseacha. Is fĂ©idir leis fiĂș do Chonaic a aistriĂș isteach i gcorp duine eile. Ach molaim duit gan Ă© seo a ĂșsĂĄid ach amhĂĄin mĂĄ tĂĄ sĂ© fĂor-riachtanach, tĂĄ fo-iarsmaĂ tromchĂșiseacha ann. Agus mĂĄ tĂĄ do cheann strĂłicthe, nĂ shĂĄbhĂĄlfaidh fiĂș swarm thĂș.â
âDĂ©anfaidh mĂ© iarracht ansin gan mo cheann a chailleadh.â
Stop na soilse glasa timpeall ionadaithe INKIS ag rothlĂș agus lasadh suas le solas geal fiĂș.
"TĂĄ mĂ© ag ligean dĂłibh dul"? â a dâfhiafraigh Sonya.
âTĂĄ, ach nĂor cheart dĂłibh aon rud a rĂĄ le Arumov faoi mo rannphĂĄirtĂocht san imeacht.â
"leis féin".
âAgus nĂor cheart do Lapin eitilt amach ar saoire amĂĄrach.â
"Glactha".
âAgus ba mhaith liom freisin go gcuimhneoidh sĂ© ar an saoire seo le fada an lĂĄ. Tabhair a leithĂ©id de bhuinneach agus scrofula dĂł nach ndĂ©anfaidh sĂ© cac agus urlacan ar feadh coicĂse.â
âĂ, is Ă© an dĂlseacht an cosĂĄn is cinnte go dtĂ an taobh dorcha. Is maith le Roy Ă©. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, nĂl Anton i measc do chomhghleacaithe.â
âDo rannsa,â arsa Denis os ard. - D'Ă©alaigh sĂ© tar Ă©is an tsaoil, an bastard.
-An bhfuil tĂș ag caint faoi Anton? Faraoir, chaith a whining amach Ă©,â chaith Lapin suas a lĂĄmha go ciontach. - Ăist, a Dan, go raibh mĂle maith agat arĂs. NĂl ann ach focail faoin gcaoi ar chuidigh tĂș liom...
- Fadhb ar bith. Caithfidh mé dul, rithfidh mé.
- Ar ndóigh, déileålfaidh Oleg agus mé féin leis an gcoimeådån féin.
- Sea, figiĂșr sĂ© amach.
ThĂłg Denis an mĂĄla droma agus dhoirteadh go cĂșramach na spĂłir Ăł na cĂșig nead isteach i gcoimeĂĄdĂĄin phlaisteacha. Ar an mbealach chuig an mbealach amach, thug sĂ© faoi deara corp Pal Palych ag casadh i trithĂ.
"CĂ©ard faoi"?
âGearrchiorcaid Roy solĂĄthairtĂ cumhachta an nĂ©ar-sliseanna. Anois is fearr an subh a mhĂșchadh, tarraingĂonn sĂ© aird freisin.â
BhĂ solas glas aithnidiĂșil ar lasadh in aice leis an ngarda ag an ngeata; nĂor thug sĂ© aird fiĂș ar an bhfear a thĂĄinig amach. Thosaigh Denis ag rith go dtĂ an casadh, ag dĂ©anamh imnĂ faoi chinniĂșint Novikov. Sheas sedan dubh ar thaobh an bhĂłthair, bhĂ Timur agus Fyodor ag muilleoireacht timpeall in aice lĂĄimhe.
- Bhuel, cĂĄ bhfuil tĂș ag dul?! - D'ionsaigh Timur lĂĄithreach Ă©.
- CĂĄ bhfuil Anton?
- Do chara? Ina luĂ i dĂog le taobh an bhĂłthair.
- Cad atå déanta agat?!
- ChoinneĂĄil muid air, mar a d'iarr tĂș.
-Ar mharaigh tĂș Ă©? ShĂl mĂ© go mbainfeĂĄ amach Ă©, mar rogha dheireanach.
âTheastaigh uainn Ă© a bhualadh.â PhĂłcaigh Fedya le shocker Ă©, agus wheezed sĂ© agus thosaigh sĂ© ag cĂșr ag a bhĂ©al. Radharc mĂthaitneamhach, le bheith macĂĄnta. TĂĄ Kolyan go hiomlĂĄn glas agus nĂ Ă©ireoidh sĂ© as an gcarr.
- CĂ© mhĂ©ad cumhachta a bhuail tĂș leis?
- GnĂĄth, gach rud a mhĂșchadh go hiontaofa, chomh maith le feidhmeanna Ă©igeandĂĄla. Seachas sin, cad Ă© an pointe? Ba chĂłir go dtabharfaĂ sliseanna maith, le cosaint, agus nĂ brĂ©ige Indiach saor. DĂĄ gcaithfinn nĂos lĂș luais agus cuimhne, dâfhanfainn beo.
- Bhuel, cad ina praiseach!
Chlaon Denis ar ais i gcoinne an beha agus sleamhnaigh go talamh go mall.
- Mar sin, mĂĄs mian leat an Anton seo a bhrĂłn, tĂĄ dhĂĄ nĂłimĂ©ad agat. NĂos fearr fĂłs, caoin ar an mbealach.
âBa mhaith liom go mbeinn in ann rud Ă©igin a ithe anois agus dul a chodladh.â NĂ raibh ann ach lĂĄ craiceĂĄilte.
âCĂ©n fĂĄth a bhfuil tĂș chomh lom?â - ShĂn Sonya isteach arĂs.
âNĂor thaitin an smaoineamh seo liom go hiomlĂĄn.â
âCĂ©n smaoineamh? NĂl aon rud dĂ©anta agat fĂłs."
âGo dĂreach, ach dâĂ©irigh liom beirt den eite chlĂ© a mharĂș. Is bastard Ă© Anton, ar ndĂłigh, ach nĂ raibh sĂ© sin tuillte aige.â
âAn bhfuil tĂș chun caoineadh mar chailĂn bhig? Scriosfaidh an Swarm corp an innealtĂłra agus Anton. NĂ mĂłr duit cĂșpla spĂłir a bhriseadh suas i gcarr Anton agus Ă© a chaitheamh isteach san abhainn, ĂĄit Ă©igin ar an mbealach go dtĂ a theach. MĂĄ bhĂonn na pĂłilĂnĂ ĂĄitiĂșla pĂĄirteach, dĂ©ileĂĄlfaidh an Swarm leo. Iarr ar do chairde an barra rotha a dhĂ©anamh."
âBeidh na hiarratais seo faoi chomaoin ag Timur an chuid eile de mo shaol.â
âTĂĄ sĂ© seo ridiciĂșil, lig don Swarm iad a ionfhabhtĂș.â
"NĂ hea, rachaimid i mbun caibidlĂochta le Timur."
âNĂ thaitnĂonn sĂ© seo go mĂłr le Roy. NĂor cheart duit dul i mbun caibidlĂochta..."
âCad ba cheart dom a dhĂ©anamh, dar leatâ?
"Go domhanda - scrios an namhaid fĂor."
âImigh leat ansin agus instealladh duit fĂ©in: cĂ©n cineĂĄl namhaid Ă© seo agus conas Ă© a chomhrac?â
âTĂĄ baint ag an bhfĂor-namhaid leis an tionscadal chun sĂĄr-rĂomhairĂ chandamach a chruthĂș, a thosaĂonn go trĂ©imhsiĂșil ag corparĂĄid Martian amhĂĄin nĂł eile. Is dĂłcha gur hintleachta saorga Ă© seo, a chruthaĂtear, nĂł a eascraĂonn as maitrĂsĂ candamach go spontĂĄineach. TĂĄ an fhaisnĂ©is seo in ann an chine daonna ar fad a ghabhĂĄil agus a scrios. NĂl a fhios agam bealach ar leith leis an bhfealsĂșnacht seo a scrios. TĂĄ do cĂșram a fhĂĄil den sĂłrt sin ar bhealach. Tosaigh trĂ fhaisnĂ©is a bhailiĂș faoi thionscadail chandamach san am atĂĄ thart nĂł faoi lĂĄthair.â
"Ghlac Max pĂĄirt sa tionscadal chandamach agus, dar le Tom, theip air."
âSea, chuir an fhaisnĂ©is seo i ngnĂomh tĂș. Faigh amach oiread agus is fĂ©idir leat faoin mĂ©id a tharla do Max tar Ă©is dĂł imeacht go Mars."
âTimur, tĂĄ brĂłn orm, tuigim go bhfuil mĂ© imithe ar mire, ach tĂĄ iarratas amhĂĄin eile agam: caithfimid carr Anton a bhĂĄthadh ĂĄit Ă©igin i gceantar Frunzenskaya Embankment.â Ach nĂ mĂłr dom dul go dtĂ Korolev go prĂĄinneach.
Foinse: will.com