Summer. Day. Butterfly. Stories. Eduard Dia Dinikin

exactly?”

      “For example, about religion. I don’t know if anyone else in the Universe has what earthlings call Faith.”

      “As I understand it by studying humans, Faith takes a lot of energy not giving anything in exchange.”

      “Maybe it’s because people haven’t created a perfect religion?”

      “Maybe. But this is not the reason why we are here now.” Stanley said strictly.“You better tell, what is your level of access to secret information, Lieutenant Livingston?”

      “Fourth, sir.”

      “Then there’s something you should know. In fact we are talking about the splitting of the atomic nucleus. We have information about the chain reaction in the atomic structure as a result of which there is an explosion of immense power. Do you understand how it’s important for us?”

      “Yes. And how powerful is this explosion?”

      “If you have a fourth level, you must have heard of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.”

      “Ah, this is the atomic explosion! Then the Kingdom of Five Fogs will come to an end! Our enemies will be defeated once and for all!” Livingston almost screamed, demonstrating his excitement.

      “We have more than enough of what people call uranium-235 and plutonium-239. Using the latter, we teleport.” Stanley said staring at his colleague.

      “Tell me,” Livingston began, carefully choosing his words, “When Hiroshima and Nagasaki were killed, what happened next?”

      Stanley was silent for a while.

      “What did you say, “killed?”

      “I’m not quite fluent in human language,” Livingston said nervously, “Correct me if it’s necessary. Or maybe we should speak in our native language?”

      “Don’t worry,” the parrot said as carefully as the crow did before, “But don’t you know that Hiroshima stayed alive after he killed Nagasaki?”

      “Of course, I know,” Livingston said confidently.

      Suddenly the parrot rushed towards the crow. After the answer to his control question, Stanley realized that Livingston was an insidious enemy. Stanley wanted to peck his eye. Livingston managed to jump aside. He was the best special agent of Kingdom of Five Fogs. Several precise strikes and the parrot’s wings were stained with blood. One more hit and Stanley stopped moving. Livingston looked at him regretfully. Well, the only hope is that the secret information in the yellow feather is really important. Actually, Livingston was sure of this, he was only annoyed that he did not learn more. But he will find the answers somewhere else. Knowledge is power as once the philosopher said. He was an existentialist, like all humans actually. Livingston looked at the defeated enemy for the last time, let out a victorious croak and flew out the open window.

      – 3-

      “There are immortal trees, which roots grow upward and branches grow downward. Their leaves are the hymns of Livingstone, who knows the Truth. Only the one who knows the roots of the trees knows the secret. The one, who knows the branches of the trees, knows the Yellow Feather. The one, who knows the leaves of the trees, knows the mass ratio.

      Those who know 235 and 239, they are priests. The priests know about two ways – the way of gods and way of mortals.

      Something with ability of moving is created on the crossroad of these two ways.

      Two halves of the Universe gives birth to the Great Thought.

      I am, Livingston, invincible, great, wise, shining in the darkness of ignorance, the mightiest of the mightiest, always with my loyal subjects.

      I threw the stones 235 and 239 and the enemies were dead.

      I killed all living beings that resisted.

      I know how to collect stones and how to throw them.

      I say to the high priests who glorify my name, do not put stones in the hands of your enemies. Read sacred books and remember:

      There’s uranium-235 and plutonium-239, they’re fissile materials. To make an explosion, insert additional neutrons into the lattice of the fissile material.

      A fissionable atom is an engine that runs at great speed. The neutron penetrates into this engine and gives it an additional charge, making it unstable, so it disintegrates into parts with great force, bringing the atoms into an unstable state. This is a chain reaction. This is Livingston’s Anger, his strength, his face of death.

      Sing the hymns to remember how to combine the elements. The main rule is to combine them at the same moment. And then Livingston will show his anger and joy.

      Those who come in the dreams of dead beings, laugh at the endless life, laugh at desires and passions.

      Those who come in the dreams of dead beings own the Yellow Feather and direct the flight of stones.

      Those who come in the dreams of dead beings, control the lower and upper spheres.

      Knowledge is power, but mind is above thought.

      Can you separate the present that don’t exist, for it has passed already or has not come yet, from the future that has not come yet, or from the past that has passed already?

      Can the living being not be considered as dead being if time exists only in his imagination and is not an absolute like Livingston’s anger and joy?

      Our eyes told us those who digest food are alive and those who became food themselves are dead.