“Everything is fine. You can drive,” said Gabriel, skipping Regina forward, watching how she sat down easily in the front seat and began testing the engine – a set of wires connected to an electric charger.
He himself sat next to her.
“It seems all is well. Thank you,” the girl, who did not want to put up with loneliness, said laconically. They drove a few meters away. Suddenly they heard deafening cries:
“Down with the main director!”
“Long live freedom!”
“Down with the conductor!”
“We ourselves will be able to put on a performance and go out to the world level in order to earn millions of dollars!
“Soloists for the stage!” scanned clones.
They staged a strike, deciding to do away with their past at once, in order to prove to all the unemployed that jobs are open to everyone.
“They are on strike again,” Regina said, worrying about her friend, who was lingering in the lobby, waiting for a taxi.
Dark, night, city lighting required an increase in the number of power plants, increasing power.
“Do you have a target disassembly with the staff?” asked Gabriel, who was not used to disobedience, but always acted on instructions.
“Yes, the clones have their own requirements. They work for time off. Money they do not pay to limit freedom.”
“We do the same at the aerodrome, but we do not control the light frames, but we reinstall personnel, neutron isolators, where all clones flow in searching for a habitat.”
“Made a special sump for them?” Regina asked, completely internally devastated after the rehearsal.
“Something likes that. There is a means of communication. They can express their opinion or send any message up.”
“Are you not afraid that I will learn state secrets by breaking the sequence between you and them?”
“No, I am not afraid. We have no slavery. Everyone is busy doing things they love.”
“Or maybe you want to reorient me?” Regina asked, directing the electric car to the supermarket, where Gabriel was so eager that she treated him to something exotic and natural.
“What kind of talk do you have? Well, okay, such a beautiful girl can be forgiven for tactlessness,” he sincerely smiled, in order to find mutual understanding with Regina.
“Thank you,” she answered mechanically, softening, without in the least giving importance to the significance of the moment.
“Would you like to be my bride?” Gabriel took into account all possible answers.
“What is so right?” Regina asked worriedly.
“Why immediately? We will be together forever. In the meantime, you just need to answer ‘yes’ or ‘no.’”
“What do you think?” Regina began to ask basic questions that required the most creative answers in the spirit of the Chinese princess Turandot.
“I think that my intellectual abilities will be useful to the theatrical diva. The position of the Commander-in-Chief looms on my horizon,” he insistently made his urgent demands.
“Do you want to grow up in my eyes?” she continued the telescopic “shelling” of the coded object sitting next to her in an electric vehicle.
“Awesome shrewdness,” Gabriel agreed wholeheartedly.
“Note that I am still a top model, a fashion model, an actress,” the girl decided to share her achievements in the show business.
“Probably, this addition means a positive solution to our problem with you?” Gabriel tried to convey, as easily as possible, his inner feelings, which are not reflected on his face in any way.
“Good,” she said with a blank look, slowing down near a supermarket decorated with a network of unsurpassed advertisements with all sorts of flashes of a planetary character.
The conversation ended in a mutual consensus in the lobby, near the elevator to the second floor where the cafe was located. Regina did not feel offended when they were ordered: roasted chestnuts and two cups of coffee. They refused soda water and cakes due to the lack of natural oil because they could treat only the surrogate prepared from margarine.
GIRL NAMED QUIET DOE
The views of all the library staff were fixed on computer monitors. They were busy examining their stock, counting in Excel a number of books sent to the archive and those that were withdrawn by readers for a certain period. There was a terrible confusion. But the total is consistent with what was a year ago, including new arrivals. A few books were literally accepted only by those that were tested in the Book Chamber, so it was necessary to register by sending to a paid subscription so that fans of high-quality exhibition editions had the opportunity to read popular literature in an hour free from work. None of the librarians paid attention to the visitors of the reading computer room, trying in vain to find one or the other edition for themselves or to look in their mailbox to determine whether there were messages from friends, business partners, parents and children.
In the hall there was not a single empty seat. Visitors brought chairs from the corridor to sit next to the lucky subscriber who was lucky to attack first, having received permission to temporarily use the personal counting assistant.
“Can I join you?” asked an interesting, modestly dressed woman of Balzac age with a very beautiful, brightly made up girl sitting near the monitor, nervously knocking on the panel keys, not really getting the right letters.
“Only after when I finish. You are stopping me from concentrating on my dissertation topic,” the girl replied arrogantly, leaning over the monitor, making an impression on the stranger. The girl was wearing a bright mini skirt and a purple tank top. Because of her long legs with her knees, she rested against the table, feeling quite comfortable away from the scorching summer sun.
“Imagine that I have the same problem. I am preparing to take the candidate minimum. Need answers to questions for the exam in philosophy,” explained the woman who approached articulately. “I was allowed to join you.”
They looked at each other with dislike, realizing the hopelessness of their position.
“Well, if allowed, sit down, but you have to wait. I completely lost my sight with these letters. I can’t find what I need in terms of numbers in any way,” complained the future dissertation scholar to her elder neighbor.
“Get some rest, but for now I’ll look for the biography of the philosopher Seneca. And in my textbook given little information. What is your name?”
“Quido. But it is abbreviated. Deciphering is a quiet doe,” she said, very indistinctly.
“For the first time I hear such a name. But in general, everything in life can be excellent once,” the newly arrived visitor somehow casually put it.
“Now from work jumped into jail. Interviewed women prisoners. I am impressed. I want to write to my parents in Italy, so as not to worry about me,” Quido, overjoyed by the sudden, casual communication, emotionally shared her plans.
“My name is different, suppose, Irina Vladimirovna,” the woman continued tritely. “I have no parents in Italy. Of course, it’s great when someone cares about you.
“We are friends, even meet sometimes when I come to them on vacation. We have to work hard to earn a trip,”