Sapegin alexander pavlovich collision 2. collision. About the book "Collision" Alexander Sapegin

Collision Alexander Sapegin

(No ratings yet)

Title: Collision

About the book "Collision" Alexander Sapegin

The book "Collision" is the largest epic about the "reshaping" of our being. Alexander Sapegin wrote a fascinating intellectual fantasy, turning the whole story inside out. This novel is a mixture of different genres, so it is difficult to attribute it to one of them. The reader will find here and elements of esotericism, and a pronounced science fiction, and action movie scenes, and a philosophical line that runs through the entire book. Reading this work will be interesting for thinking people, whose inquisitive mind is looking for an answer to the question: "What if all epochs are crossed in a historical battle?"

The protagonist of the story, Vadim, is unexpectedly lucky - he becomes the only witness to the amazing achievement of scientists of the future - the opening of passages to parallel dimensions, and with this - the opportunity to make great historical and geographical discoveries anew. And the main character begins his journey ... He will visit ancient civilizations, learn magic from fairy dragons and elves, will witness the origin of history. And everywhere Vadim will balance on the brink of life and death, because other worlds are militant in relation to our reality - their masters themselves are not averse to leaving their mark in other dimensions and giving visitors a good lesson.

Alexander Sapegin wrote the book "Collision" in "juicy" and lively language, interspersing a dynamic plot with interesting historical facts. The accents here are set to the utmost precisely - there is a place for a small person in the vast Universe with his problems, concerns, feelings and reflections on eternal values \u200b\u200band the meaning of life. At the same time, in many moments of the narrative, it is felt that the main character is the whole Universe, since he easily moves through various galaxies, personifying each of them. Alexander Sapegin makes the reader think about our past and future through the prism of the present, shows amazing discoveries and the struggle for their place under the sun. Thanks to the many intrigues and action scenes, the novel turned out to be very exciting. Starting to read it, you immediately get involved in a whirlpool of various events, which are overgrown with new multistage details and so hold the reader in the “grip” that there is neither strength nor desire to escape from them.

On our website about books lifeinbooks.net you can download for free without registration or read the online book "Collision" by Alexander Sapegin in epub, fb2, txt, rtf, pdf formats for iPad, iPhone, Android and Kindle. The book will give you a lot of pleasant moments and real pleasure from reading. You can buy the full version from our partner. Also, here you will find the latest news from the literary world, find out the biography of your favorite authors. For novice writers, there is a separate section with useful tips and tricks, interesting articles, thanks to which you yourself can try your hand at literary skills.

Time flew by quickly, under the wing of the old people, he lived to see prom. After graduating from the eleventh grade and receiving the results of the unified state, accompanied by strict instructions and kind parting words, devoured by bright prospects, the guy went to Khabarovsk. There were a lot of plans: no matter how the village and the backwardness of the shtetl teachers might be bothered, many people forget that in old schools teachers of Soviet hardening teach, who can and can present, and if it is not clear, then hammer knowledge into the heads of students. The Unified State Exam results made it possible to hope for a budgetary place in the Polytechnic or "piece of iron". Vadim himself did not finally decide on his choice of profession. It was possible to go to a medical university, but it required knowledge of chemistry, which, unfortunately, was hardly given in Taezhnoye. The backwardness of rural educational institutions and the lack of teaching staff had an effect.

Belov Jr. did not reach the regional center. An accident, in which a commercial minibus fell thirty kilometers from the city, crossed out the dreams of the future student. After two months in the hospital, he limped home.

Grandfather passed. Vadim then, to the very depths of his soul, was amazed at the changes that had happened to his old man. From a strong hundred-year-old oak in just two months, Mikhail Panteleevich turned into a rotten ruin eaten by bark beetles. The old man took the trouble of his grandson to heart, deep wrinkles made real anti-tank ditches on his face, his skin turned yellow, becoming like an ancient parchment. Vadim stood at the threshold and convulsively swallowed a lump in his throat, looking into the whitish, watery eyes of his grandfather. Baba Polya looked like a cucumber against the background of her husband, but her misfortune was not spared either. The grandmother constantly threw looks at her husband full of pain and worries, she slouched even more, the protruding veins on her legs turned blue, tied up in numerous knots, the fingers of her weary hands got bumps on the joints.

- Had arrived. Alive, thank God! - the grandfather croaked. - Come to the table, there is no need to prop the door, the tea will not fall off. Sit down, Vadimka, we'll eat what God has sent, we'll celebrate the recovery.

Vadim, crossing himself at the red corner, walked to the table, on which Polya's grandmother had planned a simple dinner, put out a salad of cucumbers and tomatoes, backing it up with chopped sausage and misted vodka. They dined in silence, the grandfather did not recognize conversations at the table, sacredly observing the principle of deafness and dumbness while eating. Having overcome with the help of his grandson and wife "little white", Mikhail Panteleevich waited until they finished the meal, wiped his hands with a towel and stared at the younger member of the family with his eyes that had become dim:

- Gutor.

- About what, grandfather?

- It, absolutely dumb words? Where now, in the army? Institutions are not prompted, but it is not your fault. Wait for the summons.

Vadim shook his head:

- No, I'm not fit for combat - lame armies unnecessarily. I was at the commissariat, in a month I will go for the military man.

- From how it is. What are the plans?

- What plans can be, grandfather? Plans have been postponed for next year while I'm at home. I will earn extra money. Did you mow the hay? I feel not. Grandfather, I'm sorry, but you are no employee now.

- Cry! - The old man's fist hit the table so hard that the dishes, clinking plaintively, jumped in place. - It's not your dog's business to decide whether I am a worker or not!

- Do not rush, old stump, take care of yourself. - Baba Polya sternly looked at her husband, the grandfather was instantly blown away. Arguing with Polina at such moments was more dear to myself. - Don't listen to him, son. It's good that you were discharged. I didn't even know what to grab onto ...

Hay had to be bought, since Vadim had more than half of the funds he had taken with him, but the old people did not shake the egg-box. Rolls under the canopy had to be rolled into one hand. As much as the grandfather did not mock and swagger, he got tired quickly, besides, he had a bad cough. Hay, mixed feed for cattle, potatoes, all the master's affairs that require strength, completely fell on the shoulders of the grandson. Vadim removed and dragged the ripe crop into the sheds, dug up a vegetable garden. Manure - where without him with a cow, a bull and two pigs - also migrated to Vadimov's pitchfork. The flocks had to be cleaned every day, and how did the old people cope without his help?

After the arrival of his grandson, my grandfather seemed to slowly recover. Released by Vadim from hard work, he took up bees and a garden. The old man's special attention was drawn to the tree that grew next to the sea buckthorn. Mikhail Panteleevich cherished the dream of making several layers in the spring, to see if they would take root, he really liked the unknown plant.

To be precise, Vadim noticed a thin silvery sprout emerging in the middle of a heap of rotten grass and leaves, which were specially folded under thorny bushes, back in early June. At first, he wanted to pull out the weed, but, sniffing at the honey aroma coming from the tender green leaves of the sprout, he decided to postpone the cardinal decision. I wonder if this is not a weed at all? The grandfather, who was indicated to the silver new settler, agreed with the opinion of the grandson. If anything, the ax is always at hand, it is never too late to cut it down. Especially since the old experimenter wanted to see how the bees would react to the honey aroma, for which he went to the apiary and brought three hives. "Flies" to the initiative of the beekeeper reacted favorably. They clearly liked the nectar released in the mornings and evenings by the leaves of a tree with a velvety, silvery bark, which by mid-July had grown up to three meters in height, shooting in all directions with many thin branches and acquiring a beautiful green cap.

So, in household chores and chores, the rest of August and almost half of September flew by. Having defeated the vegetable garden, Vadim went to the taiga. He did not leave plans for higher education, still dreaming of entering, now he has decided exactly, to a medical university. And for admission, money was required for a tutor. The winter is long ahead, there are all conditions to improve knowledge of chemistry. The conscience did not allow taking money from the old people, it was useless to wait for help from the mother, which means that you need to spin yourself. How do taiga people spin? That's right - mushrooms, nuts, berries and game.

Taiga, as on a mountain, did not please at all this year with milk mushrooms: I had to walk for hours on mushroom places to cut a five-bucket box. Lemongrass has not been born either. There was hope for nuts - there was a sea of \u200b\u200bcones on the cedar, so Vadim had agreed in advance with a gang of village men, prepared a motor-driven thresher and a sieve. The thresher was his personal pride, as was the drive, which was hooked up to the converted rear wheel of the Minsk. He used to go and drive with his grandfather. But in connection with the new circumstances, it was worth cooperating with a couple of reliable men. It is fraught with meddling in the forest and climbing the cedars alone; there were cases when individuals were found between the branches two or even three years after they disappeared. Often the ants had time to devour the unlucky bumps to shiny bones. How many can you take in one? It is much easier to break the camp and work in a group. Rather than knocking a bump into one mug with a stick, it’s better to knock the cedrine into the crowd of cedrine, so as not to knock off the bark, to knock it with a punch.

Plans, plans ... no matter how much you plan, do not forget that other people's dispositions can always lie on your assumptions. Running after the mushrooms, Vadim did not shy away from cutting the brasses. White boletus, boletus, boletus and boletus complement the daily diet well. Although most of them ended up in jars - the winter is long, and pickled mushrooms on a frosty day near a warm stove diverged into the air. Sometimes the mushroom picker came to see a neighbor - grandmother Shirsikha. In fact, Pelageya Matveevna bore the surname Shirshova, but, as usual, she was called that way behind her eyes, sometimes adding Shirshiha the witch. Vadim sincerely did not understand such an attitude of the villagers to the lonely grandmother. She never refused to help anyone and never took money from anyone. As soon as medicine gave someone a failure, and doctors - helplessly spread their hands to the sides, people remembered the old village healer and went to bow to their unloved and unsociable fellow villager.

Sapegin Alexander Pavlovich

World of Zhivana *. Gardar *. Military Medical Technology Center ...

A tall, courageous man with noble gray hair at the temples and with a heroic turn of the shoulders, who burst open a perfectly tailored uniform without any insignia, leaned close to a transparent partition made of armored glass, capable of withstanding a point-blank shot from a large-caliber machine gun. Reminding his stillness of a statue, he narrowed his cold icy gray eyes as he watched the operating room. The specialists of the center, dressed in biological protection suits, in which their earthly colleague, not without a stretch, could identify the "grandson" of EOBO-10 - a disposable biological protection suit used in Russia, were "piled" around a glass case, inside which lay entangled in a host of various tubes and gauges young man. The difference between the suits lay in a filter mask with built-in nanofilters, a slightly oily, at first glance, thinnest antibiofilm smeared over the top layer of protective clothing and heat-conducting gloves on the hands of doctors.

Shifting from foot to foot, the man turned to the same as he had a couple of seconds ago, a young motionless adjutant, who was propping up the wall five steps behind his superiors:

Has the technology been developed?

That's right, your Vys ..., - the adjutant began, but a slight wave of his hand interrupted the vocabulary.

What is it?

Seventh, - without looking at the tablet, the adjutant correctly interpreted the question. - The spectrum of the object's aura is significantly shifted to the violet region, although, unlike the previous "samples", the "seventh" has large anomalous inclusions of other colors. Scientists assign him about the fourth level of mastery of magic.

The sorcerer ... that means, - clasping his hands behind his back, the oldest of the interlocutors swung on his toes. “Level four ... isn't it too much? Will there be no problems from him?

No, experts guarantee one hundred percent obedience and obedience to all laid down directives.

Okay, if so ... what about the first test subjects?

Number one in a recovery bath after a biomechan accident. Numbers "two" and "three" on the training ground, master the technique. The rest are in postoperative rehabilitation.

At the range ... okay. Interestingly, interestingly, let's take a look at their capabilities.

Please follow me.

An employee of the institution in a uniform, which adorned the emblem of the organization on the left side of a stylized paramilitary jacket, stepped out of a dark corner and put his hand to the panel of the reader installed by the door. The equipment, having checked the fingerprints and DNA, gave the go-ahead. The door to the VIP booth slid gently to the side. After a few seconds, the room was empty.

The doctors in the operating room, not looking up from the patient and the holoprojections soaring in the air, looked sideways at the tinted glass, the shadow behind which stopped distracting them from their work. When the guest in power went to inspect the next site, people, independently of each other, breathed a sigh of relief. The saying about the kitchen, the soldier and the leadership remains relevant for other worlds as well.

The pressure drops, ”one of the staff said, reaching out to touch the projection and pressing a virtual button. Obeying the command, the equipment injected the metered dose of drugs into the intravenous system.

Introduce nanites, - the leading doctor gave the command, observing the unfolded holographic projection of the brain and nervous system of the operated patient.

Introduced, - one of the assistants gave a report.

An additional color was added to the three-dimensional projection of the patient's brain, indicating the areas where the nanorobots were located. In the second projection, the nanites braided the spinal column, invading the nerve endings.

The formation of secondary and duplicate artificial neural connections has begun, '' said the nanite medical operator, who occupies a chair at the wide control panel.

Rejection? - turning his head to the operator, the leading doctor asked.

There is no rejection ..., - the operator calmly replied, but after a few seconds the tone of his voice increased:

I observe the regeneration of the severed nerve endings, the activity of the brain has increased ... External sensors record the change in the magic field.

Sensitive medical equipment and magic devices developed by the sorcerers, in vain, recorded numerous deviations from the specified parameters. The body of the involuntary patient tried to actively fight against someone else's interference, "digesting" monstrous doses of medicines, passing powerful magical currents through itself and destroying hordes of nanites. The doctors barely had time to correct the emerging deviations, growing like a snowball. It began to seem to the personnel that it was easier to feed a good portion of the deadly poison into the automatic dispenser than to cope with the defensive reaction of the operated person, but the doctor conducting the operation was used to fighting to the end. The human body in the chamber has turned into a real battlefield invisible to the naked eye. At some point, the scanty internal reserves of man, exhausted by the struggle for survival, came to an end, and the leadership in the battle passed to the children of technology. Nano and drug intervention no longer met with that overwhelming, at first, resistance. The leading doctor, in violation of all security measures, removed his face mask with a hood and wiped off the sweat that was pouring into his eyes.

Secondary and redundant connections have been formed, I note the passage of neuroimpulses without interference, - fatigue was in the operator's voice. - The memory centers are cut off, the nerve circuits are transferred to an artificial block.

Fu, I already thought - that's it, - one of the young assistants drawled. - For a long time we have not started a bio-utilizer. It would be a pity to throw such material on compost.

- "Material"? - an older colleague turned to the young physician, behind whose face mask a reddish growth on his face was guessed, and from under the hood, the same red lock emerged from under the hood. - Sven, did a woman give birth to you?

Zoryan, just don't need me to read morality! Do you think I like what we do here? You know, it's easier for me: to treat them as soulless impersonal "material". Or are you suddenly bitten by an awakened conscience? For a long time she slept with you. Fear not, they will not call you to the holmgang.

Several laughs muffled by masks were heard in the operating room, Sven Zyablik shot his eyes offendedly towards the formidable leading doctor, who simultaneously combined the responsible position of a strict parent of a nervous assistant. Pouting his lips, the benefit is not visible under the mask, the youngest representative of the Finch family turned to the projection in front of him.

On the temples, back of the head, neck and along the spine of a tall, muscular guy, whose limp body occupied the operating table, shining points of neurocontact appeared, which are necessary for future synchronization with biomechanical machines and devices. After a short period of time, similar points formed on the arms and legs. The nanites performed their work accurately, without being tormented by doubts and without entering into disputes with morality and ethical principles.

Do you think Rolf will burn out? - Zoryan asked the elder Finch, pointing with his chin at the body entwined with tubes and sensors.

Hopefully if you're in general.

Generally.

You see, if we dig deeper, then we can easily cope with otherworldly people. In five minutes. To throw a cassette with thermonuclear warheads into the Zone from orbit and no god or magician of them will resist, but what will remain for us? A nuclear desert? Agree - this is not the case (Zoryan nodded in agreement), especially since these are our lands. Better this way. More blood, but with a guaranteed result. I do not know where our patients were taken from, as Sven says "the material". I find it difficult to answer, and the security service has too much work, and I'm not going to heap problems for myself. I do not care! You can feel as much compassion for the unfortunate as you like, - the speaker rubbed the bridge of his nose, - after all, maybe there is nothing to hide from the Gods, they are fluffy innocent sheep, accidentally caught in the clutches of reconnaissance groups ... Only this is in vain. I repeat: I do not know and do not want to! I know one thing: if it burns out, with their help we save thousands of lives of our soldiers and will notably help Gardar in the war with the long-eared. So personally, I am ready to exchange several dozen ruined destinies of innocent foreigners for thousands of saved lives here. My conscience is pure and innocent like a baby before such an exchange, it will not fade even in a nightmare and on Ragnarok on the day of the last battle of the gods. In addition, positive aspects must be sought in everything.

The era of great geographical discoveries is in the past. There is no place on the planet where a person's foot would not have stepped, even on the moon the astronaut's boots left their mark. There is nothing more to explore. Terra incognita is just a legend. Shambhala and Atlantis do not exist. But if it isn't? What if there are unknown countries and worlds? What if it turns out that the universe has placed them much closer than in the neighboring arm of the Galaxy, and people do not need to overcome hundreds and thousands of parsecs of outer space to discover a new world? Dozens, hundreds, thousands of worlds! They are very close, at arm's length and beyond the wall of time that separated them.

The discovery of Russian scientists launched a new era of great geographical discoveries and brought new troubles of epic proportions. In many worlds there are hosts who are not at all happy with guests - they themselves are not averse to taking over the world of visitors ...

On our site you can download the book "Collision" Sapegin Alexander Pavlovich free of charge and without registration in fb2, rtf, epub, pdf, txt format, read the book online or buy a book in the online store.

Current page: 1 (total of the book has 34 pages) [available passage for reading: 19 pages]

Sapegin Alexander Pavlovich

World of Zhivana *. Gardar *. Military Medical Technology Center ...

A tall, courageous man with noble gray hair at the temples and with a heroic turn of the shoulders, who burst open a perfectly tailored uniform without any insignia, leaned close to a transparent partition made of armored glass, capable of withstanding a point-blank shot from a large-caliber machine gun. Reminding his stillness of a statue, he narrowed his cold icy gray eyes as he watched the operating room. The center's specialists, dressed in biological protection suits, in which their earthly colleague, not without a stretch, could identify the "grandson" of EOBO-10 - a disposable biological protection suit used in Russia, were "piled" around a glazed pencil case, inside which lay entangled in a host of various tubes and gauges young man. The difference between the suits lay in a filter mask with built-in nanofilters, a slightly oily, at first glance, thinnest antibiofilm smeared over the top layer of protective clothing and heat-conducting gloves on the hands of doctors.

Shifting from foot to foot, the man turned to the same as he had a couple of seconds ago, a young motionless adjutant, who was propping up the wall five steps behind his superiors:

- Has the technology been developed?

- That's right, your Vys ..., - the adjutant began, but a slight wave of his hand interrupted the vocabulary.

- This is what?

“Seventh,” the adjutant correctly interpreted the question without looking at the tablet. - The spectrum of the object's aura is significantly shifted to the violet region, although, unlike the previous "samples", the "seventh" has large anomalous inclusions of other colors. Scientists assign him about the fourth level of mastery of magic.

“The sorcerer ... that means,” the eldest of the interlocutors swung on his toes, putting his hands behind his back. - The fourth level ... isn't it too? Will there be no problems from him?

- No, experts guarantee one hundred percent obedience and obedience to all laid down directives.

- Well, if so ... what about the first test subjects?

- Number one in the recovery bath after a biomechan accident. Numbers "two" and "three" on the training ground, master the technique. The rest are in postoperative rehabilitation.

- At the range ... good. Interestingly, interestingly, let's take a look at their capabilities.

- Please follow me.

“The pressure is dropping,” one of the staff said, reaching out to touch the projection and pressing a virtual button. Obeying the command, the equipment injected the metered dose of drugs into the intravenous system.

- Introduce nanites, - the leading doctor gave the command, observing the deployed holographic projection of the brain and nervous system of the operated patient.

- Introduced, - one of the assistants gave a report.

“The formation of secondary and redundant artificial neural connections has begun,” said the nanites medical operator, who was sitting in a chair at the wide control panel.

- Rejection? - turning his head to the operator, the leading doctor asked.

- There is no rejection ..., - the operator calmly answered, but after a few seconds the tone of his voice rose:

- I observe the regeneration of the severed nerve endings, the activity of the brain has increased ... External sensors record the change in the magic field.

- Secondary and redundant connections have been formed, I note the passage of neuroimpulses without interference, - the operator's voice showed fatigue. - The memory centers are cut off, the nerve circuits are transferred to an artificial block.

- Ugh, I already thought - that's it, - one of the young assistants drawled. - For a long time we have not started a bio-utilizer. It would be a pity to throw such material on compost.

- Zoryan, just don't need me to read morality! Do you think I like what we do here? You know, it's easier for me: to treat them as soulless impersonal "material". Or are you suddenly bitten by an awakened conscience? For a long time she slept with you. Fear not, they will not call you to the holmgang.

- What do you think, Rolf, will burn out? - Zoryan asked the elder Finch, pointing with his chin at the body entwined with tubes and sensors.

- Hopefully if you're in general.

- Generally.

- You see, if we dig deep, then we can easily cope with otherworldly people. In five minutes. To throw a cassette with thermonuclear warheads into the Zone from orbit and no god or magician of them will resist, but what will remain for us? A nuclear desert? Agree - this is not the case (Zoryan nodded in agreement), especially since these are our lands. Better this way. More blood, but with a guaranteed result. I don't know where our patients were taken from, as Sven says "the material". I find it difficult to answer, and the security service has too much work, and I'm not going to heap problems for myself. I do not care! You can feel as much compassion for the unfortunate as you like, - the speaker rubbed the bridge of his nose, - after all, maybe there is nothing to hide from the Gods, they are fluffy innocent sheep, accidentally caught in the clutches of reconnaissance groups ... Only this is in vain. I repeat: I do not know this and do not want to know! I know one thing: if it burns out, with their help we save thousands of lives of our soldiers and will notably help Gardar in the war with the long-eared. So personally, I am ready to exchange several dozen ruined destinies of innocent foreigners for thousands of saved lives here. My conscience is pure and innocent like a baby before such an exchange, it will not fade even in a nightmare and on Ragnarok on the day of the last battle of the gods. In addition, positive aspects must be sought in everything.

- Which ones?

- In all honesty, Gardar needs a shake-up, colleagues! We stagnated and began to slide into the swamp. It's good that the enemy appeared from outside, and another war with the neighbors did not start. The second positive aspect is the roads to other worlds. Rest assured, smart people have already deservedly appreciated the unexpected mercy of the gods. There are clearly more than one world and there may be an abundance of arable land suitable for growing bread and fruits. We provide ourselves with meat in full, and game is not translated on the prairies, but bread and fruits do not grow there, moreover, it may well be that the bowels will not be empty there either. And not only the bowels ... The girls of the long-eared ones are too pretty. New blood won't hurt us at all, do you think, colleagues? We did not start this war, but we will end it.

- The winner takes it all. Do you know what to hook on, - grinned under the mask of Zoryan. - The girls they really are good, there is something to hold on to, only the concubines of them, how to drink, will turn out to be very rough.

- Well, so far no one offers you, and when they do, don't yawn. You are a young horse with us, you will make more than one filly happy, you will not sprint tea with oud *. - After laughing, the leading doctor looked at the projection. - We, colleagues, started talking, I propose to return from pleasant words to unpleasant ones.

- The safety unit has been formed, - the operator reported, highlighting the growth that appeared in the region of the seventh cervical vertebra on the diagram. A duplicate safety block flashed on the heart bag, resembling a small blood plaque in its appearance.

The usual liquidation system was hidden behind a tolerant and politically correct phrase. The creators of living puppets took into account the possibility of a rebellion of naughty dolls. The human brain is fraught with many unsolved mysteries, and even the most modern nanooks superimposed on it did not seem to the puppeteers to be a reliable means. In addition, the patients of the medical center by Fate itself have prepared an army path, along the way on which no one is safe from severe injury and captivity, and with due skill and diligence anyone can talk ... In extreme cases, any more or less experienced necromancer will raise death , having brought out all his secrets, but only if the brain of the future zombie was not seriously damaged. Military investigators drew this information from the long-eared prisoners, applying the most advanced methods of influence and persuasion to them, after which a couple of minor changes were made to the project of the weapon of retaliation, fatal to the weapon itself and making it impossible to interrogate and posthumous lifting.

- Something long you.

Several people entered the operating room in costumes bearing mnemonic emblems *.

- Finishing, - Rolf Zyablik answered, checking the work of the nanites on the hologram for the last time.

- There were problems? - Asked the senior replacement.

- Read the magazine and see the entry. It's a long story. In short, a stubborn kid.

- We blocked his memory, but I would recommend arranging a weekly cleansing and updating a new personality. He has a frantic regeneration, and some other indicators are outrageous. It would be nice to study it for a year with a magnifying glass and a microscope. But ..., you yourself understand, we are forced people.

- What, absolutely, absolutely nothing left for myself? Something hard to believe, or I don’t know you, Rolf, such a sly man. Zhuchara hardened.

- Thank you for your kind words, Nick, you are always ready to support your comrade. We took a DNA sample, and replenished the sperm bank, no one canceled cloning with artificial insemination. Ask me if there's any need. We're done. How much should I order a rehabilitation bath?

“I hope five hours is enough for us, so at eight in the evening.

- Agreed. Good luck to you.

- And you, in an hour in the third operating room, the eighth patient will be delivered. Hehe, don't relax.

* Zivana - self-designation of the world three minutes from the Earth along the time axis of coordinates. The outlines of the Zhivany continents resemble those of the earth, taking into account some local nuances. The name comes from ancient legends and tales about the Great Mother - the parent of the Earth and Heaven, the foremother of Gods and people. Her name was Zhiva, or Zivana. Over time, the name became synonymous with "Earth", giving the planet itself a name as a whole. Zyvan differs from the Earth in the Glacier, covering the areas of the known Arctic Ocean, northern Europe (the Scandinavian Peninsula) and Canada, and the preserved megafauna that appeared in the Pleistocene. Mammoths, woolly rhinos, herds of ungulates and saber-toothed cat prides continue to invade northern Europe, Asia (Siberia) and North America. In Africa, they also do not know what the Sahara is. Green savannas, tropical and subtropical forests occupy the entire continent. A religious cult similar to Christianity also appeared in the world of Zhivana, but it did not become dominant. Apparently, several thousand years ago there were natural portals between the worlds, this explains the seizure of many lands by Slavic and Scandinavian tribes, who preserved the faith of their distant ancestors, albeit undergoing a change. There is magic in the world of Zhivana, although the magic field is quite low, ten times in density less than the density of the magic field of worlds such as Ilanta and Nelita known to readers. Due to the weak magical field, the world has survived the magi, sorcerers and sorcerers, although the general development of civilization, like ours, went along technogenic rails.

* Gardar - "Country of cities", a state located on the territory that in our world is occupied by Denmark, Holland, Germany, the Baltic republics, Poland, Belarus, Ukraine, Bulgaria and the western regions of Russia up to the Urals, the Black Sea and the Caspian Seas (the area of \u200b\u200bthe Caspian Sea twice the area in our world, also, by a wide strait it connects with the Black). The state was formed about one and a half thousand years ago in the time of Zhivany as a result of the creation of an inter-tribal union of Slavic and Scandinavian peoples, united against the southern kingdoms and the Church of the All-One God.

* Mnemonics - the colloquial name of specialists in medical and army centers for memory correction. At the time of the description of the events, the general level of development of Zhivany's science is ahead of the Earth's one by about thirty to forty years.

* magician - in the world of Zhivana - this is a person with diverse knowledge and abilities: power over the elements, sending misfortunes and illnesses, or, on the contrary, protecting, relieving corruption and witchcraft and curing many illnesses.

* Oud - the penis.

Earth. Russia. N-sk. Science Center...

Weightless specks of dust, gleaming with thin needles of dim reflected light pouring from the control lamp, danced wearily in the lazy ventilation stream. The air, obeying the unhurried rotation of the fan blades, hidden behind a fine-mesh net, like sea waves running on the shore, flew into the dancers, forcing them to accelerate and perform acrobatic steps. While the weary fan was turning its wing-blades, the dust particles had time to rest in order to again break into a short mad dance and again, losing strength, stop the round dance.

The harmony of the dance was occasionally broken by distant bright flashes of fire and colorful flashing beacons from the portal platforms located below. Penetrating the glass dome of the observation gallery, the light rushed on, getting lost in the impenetrable darkness of a giant cave, and it was hard to believe that this wonder of the world was created by nature and human hands, and not by the providence of the gods.

Suddenly, breaking the peace reigning in the half-asleep kingdom, the valves of the ventrules opened and an apathetic fan spun the blades, driving a stream of conditioned air into the gallery, passed through a system of cleaning and disinfection filters. Having hissed like an angry cat, the front door rolled aside, a sensitive sensor reacted to the movement, sending a signal to the first LED panel in a row. A tall, imposing gray-haired man in a strict business suit stepped out of the open mouth into the illuminated space. Not paying attention to the beauty behind the glass, the man, thinking about something and frowning his eyebrows, went to the opposite exit. Stopping for a second, he ran the magnetic card along the narrow slot near the door and stared down at the sliding scanner. The red light above the aisle blinked, changing color to green. The armored sash, capable of withstanding a point-blank shot from a large-caliber gun, briskly rolled back into the wall groove.

Having passed the vestibule, in which he had to hide the mirror shine of his shoes under the matte fabric of shoe covers, he found himself in a hall full of people, screens and holographic models. Nodding in greeting to the staff and shortly waving to the security officers to keep them from getting up, he walked past the busy staff, quickly diving into a corridor that would look harmonious in some advanced clinic, not in dungeons. However, the same could be said about the entire scientific complex, buried in the ground at ninety-nine percent. Despite its outward unpretentiousness, displayed on volumetric models, the underground part of the scientific center embodied the most advanced achievements of not only mankind, but also some other civilizations.

- Aleksandr Vladimirovich!

A disheveled belly with a luxurious full beard and a worldly name Yuri Pivkov jumped out to meet General Sanin. Behind a remarkable appearance was the head of the third portal complex, who is also the head of the department of mathematical calculations and analysis. What to do, people were sorely lacking. Personnel hunger struck the scientific center in all its unsightly glory, besides, the institution was an eternal "donor" for numerous "daughters" growing like mushrooms after rain in other worlds. So the former priest, priest - Father George, had to resign and join the team, which he left at the dawn of the nineties. A former colleague of Kerimov, after the collapse of the Soviet Union and the closure of a promising development, threw mathematics with scientific work on the top shelf, hitting questions of faith. A year later, his wife left him, and the Tobolsk Orthodox Theological Seminary was replenished with an overage seminary. This is how Father George's life would have passed in the field of serving the Lord and healing human souls, if not for the old scientific advisor, who remembered a young colleague who once showed great promise. The secret services quickly tracked down the sought-after person, who by that time had the rank of priest and served as the rector of a church in one of the provincial towns. Kerimov went to Pivkov personally. What they talked about remained outside the scope of official history, but a week later the staff of the scientific institution was replenished with a new employee. It turned out that over the past years the mathematician did not lose his former skills, on the contrary, he acquired additional ones. As a priest, he learned to feel people and find a common language with them. After all, the dignity assumed the presence of a gift to empathize and find a response in human souls. Somehow unnoticed by himself and those around him, Yuri Pivkov moved to the leading roles, so that no one was outraged when, with a stroke of Kerimov's pen, the chair of the department head was attached to him, and then it expanded to the hard sofa of the head of the third group, engaged in pure scientific research and work on the study of new parallel worlds. In addition to well-known tasks, "Troichka" worked on a wide range of issues, the main of which were the construction and blocking of inter-world and subspace portals. A separate topic was protection against blocking as a result of outside influence. The work was carried out at the junctions of several schools, using both technology and magic. Pivkov managed to inspire the team by setting people up to achieve a result. The funny kind-hearted little belly had not only kind words, but a tight-knit gauntlet and a steel character.

- Aleksandr Vladimirovich! - Smoothing the hair sticking out in all directions, through which more than one comb was poured with combustible tears, Pivkov began to stumble alongside. - Comrade General ...

- Speak already, Yuri Matveyevich, what have you got for the providence of God again? Sanin asked half-jokingly and immediately threw up his hand with his palm to his interlocutor. - Yuri Matveyevich, I beg your pardon, but let's be brief and to the point.

- We need a generator for one gig, Alexander Vladimirovich.

Sanin was a little taken aback by such an application and stopped, Pivkov, by inertia, slipped a little further, waving his arms with a funny wave and slowing down belatedly. Turning to the general, he, intertwining his fingers, folded his plump hands on his voluminous belly, gazing into the command the wet begging gaze of a little puppy, offended by the injustice of the universe. In the eyes of the scientist, it was read that he did not accept refusal and it was better to agree immediately than to incur an inevitable, like God's punishment, eating up a bald head. Sanin imperceptibly squinted his gaze to the side, but the former priest did not leave his victim a path to retreat. Wow, my father's requests!

- Yuri Matveyevich, did I hear right?

- I dare to assure you, Alexander Vladimirovich, that your hearing is all right. Generator type "three" with a capacity of one gigawatt. Better, of course, the fifth type ...

- Yuri Matveyevich, please tell me, where will I get it for you? If only God will show us a miracle in your prayer and that is not a fact ...

- Do not take the Name of the Lord in vain, - put out the needles, insulted to the core, Pivkov. - Sin ..., kh-khm, there is a miracle, on Diana in Novgorod they are assembling a power plant to supply the industrial region with electricity. They received four generators. The power of the station was laid with a large margin and four giga is now a bit too much for them, and our lack of power does not allow us to finish experiments on protective fields and reverse direction of transients ...

Sanin realized that it was useless to argue. The active "father" has a heap of arguments prepared for a long time and everything has been calculated ten steps forward. In addition to other virtues, Pivkov had a talent not to wash, but to get his way by rolling. Or did he nurture this gift at home? No matter. The general looked away and said:

- Okay, prepare a note, I'll endorse.

As if by magic, a thin black leather daddy with a pair of prepared papers appeared in the plump hands of the mathematician. Taking an ink "Parker" with a gold nib from his pocket, Pivkov handed it to the general. For the sake of form, having poured the petitioner and read Kerimov's visa applied earlier, as well as the stamp with the approval of the deputy head of the center for the economic part, Sanin put a resolution in the upper left corner and signed.

"Parker" from the hands and the scientist disappeared faster than Sanin opened his mouth, wanting to inquire about the whereabouts of Kerimov. The broad back of the former priest, covered with a train of long hair, flashed around the corner, in the next moment the pneumatic door cut off the fractional stamping of feet. The general was left alone.

- Hmm ..., however, - was thoughtfully thrown into the void. - Did you order an electric broom?

Removing the unwelcome smile from his face, Sanin walked three steps to the reception of Kerimov. The secretary was absent, apparently fulfilling the instructions of the management or withdrew for any need, since the owner of the office was in place.

Kerimov was sitting in an armchair, hypnotizing with his gaze an unopened bottle of cognac that was towering in the middle of the table. Looking up at the guest with tired, reddened eyes, he waved his inviting hand, jabbing a sausage-shaped finger at one of the chairs.

- Exacerbating it, Evgenievich? - Sitting down where indicated, asked Sanin, the first to start the traditional friendly dive. An outside observer, unfamiliar with the interlocutors who occupy far from the last "seats" in the Russian power vertical, would be extremely surprised by the external frivolity of the conversation and would be wrong in their assessments. Mutual diving of the remaining one-on-one, without prying ears, the chiefs allowed them to relieve tension and relax a bit from the burden of responsibility pressing on them. - Do you get drunk on tantric?

- This sex is tantric, - answered Kerimov, returning to his gaze devouring a container with an amber drink. - There are also phone sex and porn novels for those who could not get through to the girls.

- So, now you are doing pornography?

- I am doing it, forcing the brain with the eternal Russian question: get drunk in the trash or not get drunk? Or get fucked in a zyuzya, in a snipe, in a board, in a tit ...

- I understood you, understood, - the general waved his hands. - Evgenievich, believe me, no, but I fully support you. Here are those cross!

Sanin crossed himself with a flourish.

- And that is why you are sober as a glass, although you dream of finding yourself on the bottom of this cutest bottle of real ten-year-old Armenian vintage brandy?

`` It's good to be freed with a beautifully stunning blonde, '' Sanin said quickly, closing his eyes dreamily.

- What? - Kerimov did not understand.

- I say that another blonde under the barrel would not interfere.

- Do gentlemen prefer blondes? You are an esthete, as I can see. The simple Russian Collective Farmer Manya no longer pulls for old age? Dragon blood bread, experts advise. - After becoming silent, Ilya Evgenievich rubbed his temples in a circular motion. - Well, Bond, James Bond, what did you come with? - Kerimov grabbed the cognac off the table, putting the bottle in a fireproof safe.

- There is a case.

- Who would doubt that. You always come on business, no, at least once you looked in a friendly way, called for a fishing trip or organized a picnic ... Okay, tell me.

- We need a brigade of "field workers" with tracking equipment.

- So, so, and why did the bloody gebna need egg-headed wiseacres?

- Eh, Evgenievich, someday they will grab you by the long tongue and stuff you on the tinsel.

- You are on business, Comrade Lieutenant General.

- "Bloody gebne", as you aptly put it, comrade scientist, you need to have a few quick-witted, fearless guys.

- There are such, we will scratch on the bottom of the barrel. Based on hints about not being timid, I conclude that you will have to work in hot places? Where, if not a secret?

- Near Novosibirsk, on the border of the "Drow zone". Satellite monitoring, for obvious reasons, is not suitable due to the large amount of interference. You will have to work from a piece of land or from a helicopter.

- Very interesting. Kolis, Vladimirovich, what happened there again or will I have to pull the details out of you with tongs? Note that ticks and interrogations are your diocese, not weak little hands with slide rules.

- In your hands, dear "beloruchka", the slide rule looks like a sophisticated torture device, you should organize checkpoints on the high road with your appearance. Rob the rich and scare the poor.

- Good offer, belated only.

- Oops! Already? And who did you rob, Ilya Evgenievich?

- Why me at once? Smart people prefer to drag chestnuts out of the fire with someone else's hands. A couple of days ago I gave Pivkov some interesting ideas. I can see from my eyes that my Robin Hood managed to release a clip of armor-piercing arrows at your carriage and read a soul-saving sermon about helping the near ... and the far. A kind word, backed up by an argument in the form of a pistol ... Al Capone knew how to put pressure on human weaknesses and vices. Although our father used to brandish a cross instead of a pistol, this did not diminish the lethality of his arguments. What did you ask for?

- Sign the Tsidul, petition small.

- Huh, - Kerimov whistled in disappointment. - Just?

- To the generator. From new stolen developments. For a gigawatt in total, although it was aiming for a three-gigawatt one, the sturgeon had to be cut.

- That's right, that's our way! The center has long experienced a shortage of free capacity. According to the latest calculations, we are missing about ten megawatts. So, what kind of sturgeon did you cut down, Vladimirovich? How he didn't leave you without your pants, I don't understand. It's like taking a candy from a child. We must reward our monk Tuk with a barrel of ale. Okay, do not sulk and do not be offended by the "priest". You say you need desperate guys? So I have them. I am commanding the fifth group with your eagles. Guys they are shot, tearing soles on the go.

- Thank you, Ilya, respected, my, as you say, "eagles" especially asked about Kapustin. You gave them, one might say, a honey gingerbread.

- You're welcome. It's just that your falcons were already casting their fishing rods clear in front of the bat. A couple of minutes before you, I gave the command, so they are already assembling the equipment. You can relax. Tell me something serious?

“How to say,” leaving a joking tone, Sanin shrugged his shoulders and took out a box of a super-newest computer from his pocket. Putting the fancy device on the table, he pressed a button on the side panel. Thirty centimeters above the surface, a holographic image of the outskirts of a small suburban village flashed. The peaked houses hid under the wide paws of bright green pines. Filmed from above. Apparently a UAV camera was used. - It seems, Ilya, we have a new player. Look yourself.

Putting his hands on the table and leaning back with all his weight on the back of a plaintively creaking chair, Ilya Evgenievich carefully watched the short battle of the drow reconnaissance group with four-meter robots. The winners in the fleeting battle were the creations of the technical civilization. Shoulder lasers and turrets on the arms, the lines from which mowed down the trees, did not leave the dark elves caught by surprise. Then the camera of a drone circling at a kilometer height ran into humanoid cars and the scientist changed the prevailing opinion about robots. Inside the mechanical monsters, covered with thick bulletproof glasses, there were people. Ordinary-looking people.

- It can't be Igrum? - Kerimov asked worriedly. Igrum in Persia and Igrum under the nose, in the groom in Persia and Igrum under the nose in Novosibirsk are two completely different things.

- Not. You know their equipment and weapons as well as I do. In addition, pay attention to the symbols printed on the device cases. The signs resemble runes. Does the word "Futhark" tell you anything? The runes alternate with another letter, - Sanin increased the scale, - which is very similar to the ancient Slavic Cyrillic alphabet. How do you deal?

Sapegin alexander pavlovich collision 2. collision. About the book "Collision" Alexander Sapegin

About the book "Collision" Alexander Sapegin

Sapegin Alexander Pavlovich

Recent

You need to know