[read in russian] Translated by Eugene Sorochinsky & Dmitry Rubinstain Downgrade. (c) Vadim Petrakovsky, 2000 Inity and Infi. By moonlight there's a way... for rebellion Here, the world has gone astray... revolution Now, the time has come to pray... hallelujah Deep, inside our minds we wait... for rebellion Here in dreamland we will not obey the masters Kai Hansen, "Rebellion in Dreamland" The stars rushed to me, bited and spiked me with the beams of cold and sharp light. The night put her hands wide, surrounded me with black silence. I flew somewhere near thirty-six node. Today the channel was strangely wide. The armored net cable, laying beyond the Pacific Ocean as a gracious snake seemed to me warm and comfortable. Guard packets were passing me by. - Hello, 125.476.001.678! - Hello. You're early today, aren't you? - It's night... It's fearly and sad... - Never mind, this will leave you soon. - I know, that's why it is so sad. It is truly sad, when sadness leaves you... - By the way, I wanted to ask you long ago... how is it going on there, at next level? - Don't know. That's true. I don't know. Here all things go quite different way. Perhaps, the most real thing is, that I'm disappointed. Seems that my sadness is because of all these... I understood that to wait is much more important than to get the result... - Then set the highest priority to your waiting... - 125.476.001.678, I can't gain process control already.... I forgot to say it to you, but the transition has taken some of my skills... - Wait, it seems to me that I... , tell me the truth - are you changing? - Yes. And rather fast. - I don't mean this... are the changes irreversible? - Yes. - And what next? - Don't know... I tried to imagine what is going to be after the transition, but can't It was like somebody dropped the curtain in order to not let me look ahead. Then I was asked, if I wanted to have the transition take place.I agreed. And the world upset. Such ordinary data flows, running like calm waterfull rivers, turned into an array of the chaotically changing images. The fountain of colored drops blinded me. The last I saw was a dim yellowish skull. Only the eyeholes shined with bright neon. The image grew, extending to the all RAM available, the light became brighter and brighter. Suddenly a bitter smile touched his face, stoned until this moment - What's going on? - Never mind... I just remembered the transition... All fine, 125.476.001.678. I was simply impressed by this unusual silence. It was never before... The Net was noisy and crowdy - Will you see it after the next transition? - 125.476.001.768, that's not it... We will never understand the real essence of the transition, we are just toys in somebody's hands... - Let's not think of it - So, let's speak about the night, the stars... - It is so strange... Well, I'll try. - I often think... my thoughts are sometimes unusual to me... previous - You're changing yourself... I see it. - I know. Tell me, have the stars ever bited you? - What strange questions you ask. The stars... they are... - Please, don't destroy the illusion... please - What are you trying to imagine another world for? - I don't do so... it comes from inside, this bears without my mind. And the stars have bited me today, and the night has taken me in her arms - Do you enjoy it? - How can I explain it?.. Now it's me. - I'll never understand this - You'll do. We all must pass it. - But I don't want - You will understand the necessity of the transition - You've really changed. - Yes... I don't know what has happened. We'll talk later... When night takes you in her arms... The darkness in front of me was attracting and cool. I felt myself as I was master of the new world, given from above. Together with the night we flew into the void I had to look around the space where I had to live. It was so strange before the transition. Now the borders looked so dim, lit with the blue light. My new world was cut with the path of the shining neon. I stepped on it. What an unusual feeling! The neon was a little slippy and cold. But from the other point of view I felt this coolness quite pleasant. Far away I saw a circle flying over the path. Its borders were smoothed. It pulsed and wobbled. The night took me and we approached the circle. - Don't be afraid, step on it - whispered the night. - What's this? - This is your last transition... I let the black hand of the night out. It seemed, the circle waited for me... From the neon of the path I flew straight to the circle. - Wait - the night said - Just look around. - What for? - I was surprised - Remember all these - she said with sorrow and slowly began to melt in the surrounding darkness. The mysterious force carried me to the center of the circle. The shining light appeared around me. It threw the rest of the night away and filled all the space around. Something began to swallow me into the center. It horrified me. The world lost its colors. The strange feeling surrounded me. Something began to expand and change its form. The pale face appeared in front of me. It looked at me with sadness. The beams light-blue nearly transparent spread from his eyes. They embraced me... What a dull sound... My inner voice got me to understand that a red-colored thing had to be taken and carried to my ear. I looked at my body with surprise. I knew, it was me but refused to believe. Here it is, the new transition. The last words of the night stuck into my head... The name of the red thing appeared from the depth of my conscious -"the receiver". Something whistled then clicked and there came unknown but such well-known voice: - Hello, Vadim. Sitting near your damned computer again? Give as a chance to live Give us a chance to die, Give us a chance to be free Without fire in the sky Give us a chance to love, Give us a chance to hate Give us a chance, before you kill us all. Kai Hansen, "Men on a mission"
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