THE OUTLAND

The Interworld Conquista is an association of worlds of a medium-low level of development under the leadership of the church of the great Xolotl, which the Far Search encountered in its very first Breakouts. In the event of a collision, it is recommended to maintain a distance without entering into fire contact. Despite their technological backwardness, the Conquista fighters showed extremely high efficiency in trapping, searching for and destroying Long-Range Search operatives.From the Charter of the Far Search.There are more, there have always been more. Oh, my head ... How do they manage to constantly figure us out? They are bare-assed savages, howling against us with our own weapons! How? Mystery.Mixed in with the hangover feeling was a vaguely familiar sensation that I would have been hard pressed to pinpoint. Everything ached - my head, my eyes, my teeth... Having searched a bit in my memory, I revived a very similar feeling that happens once a year, when operatives are given

Top secret.Black box III link Ogre DP. 16.VI.30 Commander Rob A. entry 4/6— Hello, commander. - Suddenly heard on the command frequency. - You're good to run.- Who is it?— Conquista. Faye whispered. Rob, don't answer!"Familiar voice, who is it?""Don't you recognize me?"— Commander! Frost's tense voice was heard. “I see their captain-general!”— Distance to the target?- A mile and a half.So shoot, why are you delaying?- I don't…"What's wrong with all of you!" Fey, on the perimeter.I climbed a tree with the desire to tell Fros everything I think about him. For once, we are in a better position, we can no longer play the exchange, but snap their fighters from a distance! Return home winners!The words stood in my throat like a stake when I took the shooting complex from Froze, crouched down on the scope and saw a familiar face at maximum magnification. He looked strange in antediluvian camouflage with a primitive "Kalash" on his shoulder, but there could be no mistake. - D

The department woke up, came to life - people, normal people, not maniacs like me, sitting at a toy until dawn, slowly took their places. They are not my colleagues, they do not like adrenaline, the race from danger or for the victim, they are shy of emotions and therefore they never start games with a romantic line. No one has ever seen them cry heartily or laugh out loud. Homo robotics. And why did they survive in the Last War, and not personalities like noisy Edik? Silly providence.No, of course, I did not have the abilities of Rob from "Search", I never shone with intuition, but a month of work in the department taught me to turn off my head while working on reports. And thoughts inevitably start in an empty head. Including those for which the state security may well attract for treason. It’s good, after all, that the space of thoughts has been equated with private life!The adjacent tables were already empty by the time I finished my report. Four hundred test questions, more li

Probably, Edik still took pity on me - in the morning, seeing my cloudy eyes and wrinkled face, first of all he took me to the office, got me a citramone pill from a safe with another poster of some incomprehensible hero of another computer toy and forced me to drink.He ordered me to hide in the Wirth and not to appear before his eyes again. To a reasonable question about the product from Aydab, he looked at me like I was crazy, and after half an hour he dropped a link to the desktop with the caption: "If anything, I warned you!"And once again, Commander Rob is back in the world of "Far Search". I warned you, Ed.I sighed and shifted my gaze from another poster demanding good food to the dark glass, behind which, in the darkness, the strands of cables rushing back were guessed. And there was another Rob - indifferent, thin and stooped, not standing out among the crowds like him. In a half-empty subway car, the observer's gaze would hardly have lingered on this figure for more than

Household, household. The most terrible delusion of any person is the belief in the temporality of something. Even from the very moment when my parents left me to be devoured by the system and monsters in the dark, existence was overgrown with dust, became cloudy and became less and less clean. Dust creaks on the teeth, gets into the eyes, ears, nerves. It should be a temporary solution, but it became life.And you tell yourself that a little more, you just need to be patient - and everything will definitely work out, change for the better! It won't get better and it won't change. Any temporary part-time job threatens to become employment for life, because there is nothing more permanent than temporary. And then - as usual: you do not have time to wake up at the age of eighteen, and the anniversary is already looming on the horizon. Honor and praise to you, if by this age you have not lost the remnants of passionarity, even if periodically wiping your perception is not tea with lemon