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Chapter 1. “Gods”
His hair became covered with a rare gray hair, as if he was already at least one hundred and twenty years old, although, more recently Zef was only forty. For the stay in the Abyss, his face changed — became more rough, his eyes had faded from the old twinkle in the eyes and left no trace. Now he had one desire — that this whole planet was decayed, and her ashes were scattered in the eternal darkness of space.
The people of this planet was taken from Zef all that was so dear to him, since the house (or rather rooms in the company) ending with the light that was inside him and now he felt they had destroyed his life.
Returning from exile, Zef had no time even to change clothes — among the seven young men in gold, he was like a wormhole leading a detachment in his dark blue form of Defense, with a shoulder chevron sign of lightning.
The rest of the squad was younger than Zef Seth: if women at fourteen years of age, men over women, but at different ages. On their uniforms they had no insignia, only this strange Golden color, like the Creators, whose age has passed for ten thousand years.
All in a party were young and are beautiful: four girls, four men — planet Geya saying goodbye with their children.
On behalf of the people read the enthusiastic speech of the Ancient Creator: he said that all the difficulties they have to overcome themselves, that they are now the head of a new planet that only these eight people selected for the Ancient secret mission in a new galaxy, they will not have to return home — their home now being on another planet, now they are “Gods”.
The head of the Gods was elected Zef Seth.
After this statement of the Creator of the Dao Yang, people in the Golden indignantly said someone: someone got called a traitor, others just looked at each other, saying something unintelligible with anger — the outrage was quiet, that Great ruler of the Geya did not hear them — nobody has the right to protest against the decision of the Ancients, or waiting for his Abyss.
— ...Now in front of you forever. — Continued Dao Yang. — Remember about us, and we will be with you. Our voice will be the head of the Defense party-the Creator of Ger Afin…
From what he heard fists got clenched, cheeks tightened, his glance became focused, in the last meeting with the head of the Defence:
— Remove all authority from the senior fourth division Zef Seth. — Ger Afin was angry. He casually wiped his hand blood from his lips and turned to the large window. His black hair seemed to be moving, his gray eyes darkened, and his thick brows furrowed, as if converging on the bridge of his nose. — Today, for the Subversion of the world Order and for the attack on the Creator, he must be in the Abyss, without any privileges.
For some time, Zef stood in handcuffs that bound his hands behind his back. Zef was held by the shoulders by two of, once, his own squad, as if he could run, but Zef Seth only breathed heavily and wearily, inflating his nostrils.
— Do you have anything to say for yourself? Asked Ger Afin Sefh still not turning to his abuser.
— I did what I had to do — I’m sorry it wasn’t enough. — Through clenched teeth Zef Seth. And will now go to the end, remaining a faithful son of the world of Geya.
— Away! Her Afin Ordered It. — With the Council-to say the least…
— …Let it be with luck and strength, and the knowledge won’t leave you. “Dao Yang finished his instructions. — Now move!
Story of the Gods turned on the parade ground, heading to the Shuttle, to send to the space station, closed system former deposed, and now the head of the “gold”, a man in a blue uniform with a zipper on the shoulder.
Seated on chairs, opposite each other — from the end, passing the subsequent passengers of the Shuttle forward (so Zef Seth was at the door of the pilots). People in black form, with a thin white stripe on the side, hiding their faces under their helmets, passed through the rows, tying the hands of the” Golden people” with belts to the chairs. Chevrons with a drawing of the eye said that they are experts from the party Science. No one resisted — it would be useless, and nothing untoward from them, the Gods could not wait for the Gods accompanied by the head, the Ancient Creator of the World Geya, Dao Yang.
Science fastened Zef’s hands to the wide armrests of the chair, and he felt his wrist pierced several small needles at the same time.
— What is it? — Losing consciousness, delivered Zef Seth. In the eyes of all floated: the air and a dope, melted images, like a wax painting dripping down the wall from the hot rays of the sun.
— Order of the Creator Ger Afin: collect your samples before departure. One of the Ministers of Science spoke in an electronic voice and was lost in the mist.
But there, behind a veil of dope from the melted pictures of the Science squad, there were other images:
Zef Seth saw her — a beautiful dark-haired girl with blue eyes: the one that left in the Abyss. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, but her face was filled with hatred.
— I know it’s you, Zef. — Was all she said. — Do what you’re here for. Do it!
The faceless man, in a blue Defense uniform, put his hand on his shoulder and said in an electronic voice:
— Shoot, captain — you have to do this.
Zef Seth looked again through the scope of the pulse rifle, as if trying to hide behind a weapon. “No, he can’t do that, not to her,” but the body no longer obeyed him. His finger fell on the trigger, trembled slightly… the body of beautiful Liya Yume vanished into thin air, gleaming silver dust in a beam of light.
Zef’s forehead dripped with cold sweat as large drops dripped down his face. Zef Seth shook the horror of sleep from his face with his palm and raised his head — before the head of the Gods was his God — Ger Afin.
— My boy — began the Creator, and his face lit up with a smile. — Had a nightmare?! Well, nothing, nothing — and it will pass.
Ger Afin took the hand of his disciple and literally pulled him out of his chair into his arms.
People in gold robes watched this scene, standing at the open ramp of the Shuttle — among the “gold” there was a misunderstanding of what is happening.
Chapter 2. “Abyss”
The sun was close to the horizon, spreading in the sky a yellow spider web.
Machine of Defense, towering two feet over the heated sand, raising clouds of dust in the air, from which the prisoner was choking, eyes hammered the local soil, watery. Sitting with his back to the escort group, chained to a chair, Zef Seth could see only the receding sand dunes, sinking into the fiery glow of the setting sun. The tent from the car of prisoners was absent, it was removed when the body was accompanied by an officer from the party Defense, which was rare, for the same reason, face mask prisoner was not issued.
The dust was hammered under clothes, easy for prison khaki suit, with the bugs of a desert Quarry. Small insects crawled, irritating the skin of the prisoner, but he could only resist, bending like a caterpillar, caught in a glass small jar.
The path came to an end, it was said the bridges are the same as in the World that stretched back and forth over the beautiful landscape of the jungle, this part of the continent. Home of the civilizations of the four parties of the world, small villages, sandy in color, were scattered on the edge of the carpet, like the patterns of squares connected by lines.
Behind a carpet of was visible in the Shine of diamonds, the world ocean. Through it ran the only of bridge to another continent — Abyss. It has taken its origin from a cut of high steel wall. It was the same at the end.
Appeared glowing signs the arrows.
The car stopped, smoothly sinking into the sand, finishing his move.
— Get the condemned man out! — There was a rough electronic voice of the senior group of the conclusion, party Defense.
The pleasant fresh air with the smell of salt water enveloped Zef Seth’s.
— The captain of the party Machinery, the Aik Semis! — Said low growth the man in the brown form, hiding the face under the helmet. His shoulder had the sign of the party, in the form of the atomic structure. — You are late.
— Some problems with the port, we had to drive here through the Farms… — Said a senior representative of the Defence unit. — There, now, your colleagues are working on it.
— Not fortunate — you will eat in his sector. Use. — Said Aik Semis to Zef Seth, and shouted to the servants of Defense that fussed at the cargo tank:
— Take this bastard!
Two young men ran up to the prisoner, and led Zef Seth, taking him by the shoulders, to his car. Because of the pulse guns on the sides and their work, in the form of transportation of large loads over long distances, the machine was called “cargo tank”. Such were only in Career, other continents did have this technique as unnecessary.
Zef Seth’s driven a car like this before, being still a Lieutenant, but in the detention compartment, he to visit for the first time.
The compartment was small and uncomfortable, it was necessary to settle down directly on a cold floor of armor of the tank, having bent under itself feet. A request: do not close the previous three sections are, ex colleagues Seth’s refused.
The road was long. The car was humming and shaking as if it was not moving through the air, in the perfectly smooth space of the bridge, but driving over bumps and bumps. Zef was constantly tossed so that he could not sleep.
How much time passed, Zef Seth didn’t know, but he felt no less than a day — when he heard the whistle of shot guns — it was the soldiers Defense, they fired the guns in wild birds that live in these parts. In Abyss wild animals could not get because of an invisible wall of plasma cells, which the hood covered the mainland, dont allowing the winged creatures to leave him, recognizing at the genetic level the structure of the fugitive. People, and other living creatures, it did not concern.
Soon ended with the whistle of shells.
The airbag broke out under itself fragments of a stone and a brick, loudly hitting them on the tank bottom under the prisoner. The car started shaking like she was standing on the vibrator, but soon all was quiet — the tank stopped.
The automatic doors of the compartments are opened one by one, and Zef in the beginning, stretched out his feet, after, stretched out on the floor in full growth.
— So you’re just gonna lie there? — the electronic voice of the soldier of Defense on other end of the car sounded again. Most likely, it was an officer, but without wearing a helmet, or turning off the internal chip, it is impossible to recognize the insignia, only chevrons with the sign of the party on his shoulder. — Come on out!
Bending like a snake, Zef Seth crawled to the exit, turned over and got to his feet.
The soldier of Defense, only touched handcuffs and those connected in a tube which was easily placed in a small hip pocket of the soldier.
“In this part of the planet, the sun has just appeared above the horizon. If we assume that we drove three hours, and the time difference is seven hours, then I must be in the third sector of the Abyss, — thought Zef — still ocean, felt his breath and the stone bridges over the sandstones. I’m definitely in sector three.”
Through a veil of twilight somehow were visible outlines of the aborigines. They came out of the building — the building looks more like an abandoned factory, or the home Community, only unkempt and less practical than in World. With a dozen people approached the cargo tank, headed by an old man, he talked about something for a long time with the Defense, while the new society looked at Zef Seth.
The elder patted the senior Defense detachment on the shoulder and approached the new man deposed by the Society. The short old man looked to be about one hundred and fifty years old: gray straight hair fell below his shoulders, slanting eyes the color of coal (they drowning in their darkness), a narrow wrinkled face, with a long beard sinking to his chest, owl’s eyebrows. He was dressed in a satin robe with wide sleeves that was belted woven from different skins of the beast with a belt.
— My name is Go Yang. — Introduce myself old man. — I’m the head of sector three. Come with us Zef Seth. We’ll figure something out.
Large containers, from the tank, were piled on the platform of the loader, and in return returned empty. Go Yang explained to the recruit that he will not work today, as Zef needs to sleep and rest.
As Zef Seth supposed, the building was an old house Society. The first floor consisted of some columns. It would be empty if it was not used as a garage: of two loaders, one column — a car and a double carrier, but they occupied only a corner at the end of the floor, in the opposite corner there is a warehouse of containers, but there were few of them.
The second floor (according to Go Yang’s explanation) was intended for joint pastime. There were departments: kitchen, living room to socialize, the gym. “Fortunately, though the toilet and shower in the rooms of the third floor.” Zef Seth Thought.
The third floor consisted of fifty rooms, most of which were empty, but twenty-one were occupied — the twenty-second was for Zef Seth.
It definitely resembled an apartment in the Community, except that instead of four residents, there was only one. The kitchen has been modernised to a high standard, or even the pantry, but still got here with nothing but a knife that gave him Go Yang from the guards. The knife cut not only the blade, but also at a distance of a meter of plasma-rays, like a cap over the mainland. This beam did not recognize the DNA of the essence, so it could be used both against an animate object and against an inanimate object, it was only necessary to press a small blue stone at the blade itself. The beam was extinguished carved metal sheath, painted black and gold flowers.
Zef Seth put his knife on the nails nailed to the center of the white wall of the empty pantry.
Hall, shower room, toilet, bedroom and storage room of this apartment have got was not even in Society. Sitting on a soft bed, not even disassembling it, Zef Seth fell asleep quite calmly, and would have slept until the evening, but he was awakened by a tall, two meters tall, black man. The man introduced himself to Tato Alya. He asked Zef to come downstairs for dinner. The face his was clean-shaven. Brown-eyed man with long arms, looked funny, with his lean physique, and a round curly head of hair on his head.
While going down to the second floor, Zef learned a little about Tato Alya. At the time, he was a Technician in the World, when he was thirty-nine years old, Tato decided to experiment with robots — he wanted to facilitate the work of Technicians, programming robots on their own repair, thus Tato reduced, in the number of people, his party. But someone upstairs thought it was a diversion, and Tato Alya was here. He is now Fifty-three years old. In a year that promised liberation and transfer to the island of old laymen. It was common — those who left the Abyss could not get into the World, so he was sent to the Islands, where he ended his life the old people of the parties in luxury. Zef checked the Defenses of such Islands, which were not far from the Farms, and seen waiting (as, at that time, Zef seemed) his relaxed old age.
Tato Alya spoke quickly — chattered incessantly.
The table was covered with all sorts of dishes: salads, meat of different kinds and preparations, sausages and lush bread. Such food, he did not like, his liking was more usual: in tubes or capsules, in extreme cases suspension, is at a meal time was not spent — to satisfy you while working, not having received the treatment to the doctor, and after this put still and rest.
Now, as stated, the Referral Network, there was nowhere to hurry — you need to come to terms with the new World of the Abyss, with its culture and people.
At the table, Zef counted eighteen people, but the chairs were twenty-two as occupied rooms after his arrival here. It seemed strange to Zef, but did not bother him, and he took a free chair in front of the head of the table the local Community.
They ate silently, chewing food thoroughly. When all, more or less eat till full, an elderly lady, sitting on the right hand of the Go Yang, brought from the kitchen a new bright red drink, pouring it over the glasses. Strange aroma and taste of the drink seemed Zef Seth, but more strange was its aftertaste — the sensation: he began to whirl the head and relax the whole body, like a Zef Seth took a slight poison, but the taste is berry juice permeated the body with warmth and some freedom of the senses. Zef took another small sip and leaned back in his chair and confide his fate.
— This wine. — Explained Go Yang.
About the wine, Zef Seth read earlier: it is made from berries and fruits, after to fermentation. It has the poison of alcohol, which in excess is deadly, and gives a person a false sense: of strength, of superiority, of heat. Bad effects: on the brain, liver and heart. Wine, like other alcohol, was banned for more than two thousand years — for it it was possible to get to the Islands (without the right to return to the mainland), or for five to ten years, or even for life, here — in the Abyss.
— Let’s meet a new member of the third sector. — Suggested Go Yang. — You’ve already met me. This lovely lady — he pointed to the woman that brought the wine — my wife Una Tok. — She was not tall, just over five feet, with wavy white hair down to her shoulders. — We got here together, because we already had a cell of Society.
— You lived separately? — Foolish he was smiling, himself not knowing why, asked Zef.
— Yeah. — She Replied. She had a beautiful soft voice. — But it was so long ago — fifty years ago. So now it’s our Society, it’s our World, and that’s all there is to it. — She kissed her husband and went to the company of three people that played instruments music. Nothing like ZEF had not heard, she gave birth to some satisfaction and a surge of all feelings at once. “Perhaps, this and there is ecstasy” — thought he.
— It’s where she and her work are prepared. — Guo Yang said softly.
— Thank you so much, — Zef Seth thanked Una, so she could hear. It was satisfying. — – But before Zef to enjoy the pleasure himself as they all laughed and he frowned in confusion — what he said was wrong.
— Thank You. The main thing that was delicious. — She answered through with laughter.
— Tasty?! — Zef Seth was even more embarrassed. — How is it?
— Not important. — Pat on the shoulder his Tato beside him. — Soon understand.
When everyone took a breath and the music started again, Guo Yang continued:
— You already know Tato Aley. — He turned to the musicians. — There: Aruma Fan the one with the harp — our chief physician.
— Yes, Yes, and my wife. She’s been here two years because of me. — Explained Tato. The Aruma were the opposite of her husband, with the exception of growth, which was about 180—182 cm: white skin, as white shining hair, clear blue eyes, thin lips. — At us in one day, day of reproduction — she it three days ago was 30 years old. — Arum Fan held it sharply with hand on all the strings of the harp, breaking the structure of the music. — Sorry honey-wine hit in head. Sorry, Go.
But the head of the third sector, as if not noticing the fact that he was interrupted, continuing with the same good-natured tone:
— Another girl of Sutt Bay — assistant Aruma’s. You have probably already heard from our talker Tato that a year later he was transferred, so a Forums Fan, will take the Court. — A fair-haired, with dark skin girl, middle growth played on mechanical piano. Her eyes were like two emeralds with amber chips, to look about the same age as the main healer. She nodded to Zef Seth and smiled, two small dimples forming on her cheeks.
— For guitar sits Nick Nom. — The guitarist hit the string, and his fingers twirled the “turntable”, bringing the notes to the empty sixth string, where the last blow to it was executed fast"slide”. It was like he was recreated from the blood, got a little bit older Set, long black straight hair that slightly reached for his shoulders, a thin mustache and goatee. — He helps Tato, for the same reason as Sutt, Aruma. Let’s move on to our table:
Those who want to leave us now — a man and a woman rose from the table, but the presentation of their Go Yang, stopped the couple. Both white with gray, like a wolf, eyes, average height, she him on the shoulder. With white curly hair and a similar hairstyle, as if from one test tube, both no more than seventy. — Our couple Ron Duk and Sarah Boi. They work in our gardens. — Sarah and Ron, bowed, and went upstairs into one of their rooms.
It again appeared some strangeness in this society couples live in separate rooms, rather than, as in the World — for the cell Companies issued a separate house, but put everything in its place:
— We have eight cells. Those sitting at the table-at a table similar to the screen, sat two middle-aged couples, no older than Sarah and Ron. They moved holographic chess. On chair for red-brown chess sat dark-haired a man with brown eyes, narrow the face of. Tall, he was average, and next to him is a redheaded woman with green eyes and a pretty face. Against them — for blue figures-played a lady: dark-skinned, with long straight hair. Growth is about the same, but the blonde man beside her was full, like a ball at the younger. Such people, he had only seen on the Island. In the World, all were tightened, not having a drop of fat, because morning exercises and daily work, do not contribute to completeness, and food from tubes, better than any diet. Eyes, chubby men, was the color of the waves of the world ocean, diverting attention from the face. — For darks play Bad Ais and Zoe Vum. In the World there were teachers, but as from the party of Science here specialists are needed, but no one should teach, they work in the gardens. For bright chess played by our repairmen, programmers, make yourself clear, Technology: Ira Pos and Duk Lomer.
At our table there were two strangers to you couple. All of them work in the gardens — on our Farms. He pointed first at a white young girl of thirty, with black hair and narrow eyes. Next to her is a guy with dark skin, brown hair, blue eyes and a big nose with a hump. They were sitting on the right side of Go Yang. — Kira Mom and Gena Mezik.
And finally, Sura Lobbe and Vik Tima. — Tanned white couple sat to the left of leader.
Sura was a strong woman with a broad bone. Blue eyes, brown hair, height medium. Her husband was a little above average growth, blonde, with expressive grey eyes. In appearance he was about fifty years old — at the beginning of middle age.
— Yes, — he turned to, who quit the table, musicians, men. One was a little older, he Set, with dark skin, green eyes, slim and not that tall, the other, was already over a hundred years, but the body he was sturdy, stocky and of medium height, broad-shouldered, green eyes, white skin, slightly tanned. He instilled some great power in himself. — I forgot about you. The younger one, Sam Acer, also works in the gardens. And senior your future partner and teacher, as we think: hunter Luka Mia. That’s all. Now you know everyone.
— As, us you have already sent to the Islands?! — Heard Zef Seth, behind the familiar female voice which was once driving him into a frenzy.
— Sorry, — hesitated Go. — something with my memory today. Our last couple, perimeter guards Alec Shane and Mora Dor. Finally, our perimeter security programmer…
Zef Seth turned around and saw a black couple in front of him. She is a slender, short brunette, with wavy lush hair and brown eyes. His eyes were brown, too. Growth Alec was a tall, strongly built, twice as wide as the Zef Seth (although the body was athletically Zef folded). Big fists, and a skin with a bluish tinge. Head shaved bald. She was no more than forty, he is 50—55. And, of course, she:
— Liya Yume? — Zef was not just surprised, he was dumbfounded.
— What’s he doing here? — Whether Liya Yume was furious. — Do you know who that is?! Zef Seth himself. How did you get here, you’re a truth — seeker, a servant of the Creators and the law?!
Leah exuded a fire of hatred, splashing it on a new member of Society. To the scandal broke out, intervened Go Yang:
— Hush, hush Liya — not he same you sent here. It happens that the Defense fall into the Abyss. Take me, or Luca, again Alec — aren’t we from the same party. — But Liya was unwavering. — He banished you to this continent? He’s the one you… — Go interrupted himself in mid-sentence, realizing that might say too much. — It’s my fault I asked for a new prisoner. We have one hunter, and the other twenty-fifth sectors are complete.
— I’m not doing my job? — Intervened in the conversation Luka Mia. — And what about the nineteenth sector — there are only eleven people.
— No, my friend — meat in abundance always, hides, fur. — Go was embarrassed. — Look, we’re not so young, and on the nineteenth: there are some swamps and dead-end production of copper.
Liya Yume sat down on the chair next to leader. She lowered her head and clasped her arms. Her voice was heard through the tears:
— Why him? How? You couldn’t get here — it’s just not possible.
I’m still here. — Zef Sath down next to her, and wanted to put a hand on her shoulder, but decided not to. — And that’s not gonna change. You know how I feel about you.
— Explain to me: how?
— Really, — supported Gena Mezik, Liya. — What did he get? — The question was addressed to Go Yang — he talked to the guards and should know the details.
— Our captain of Defense Zef Seth beat Ger Afin. — With full satisfaction on his face, Go said.
— Beat?! — Zef’s face shone. — No, I punched him in the face a couple of times.
The music died down, the game of chess faded into the background. Mora clapped big eyelashes on Zef, she, exciting all question attributed, to the head of the Community:
— That’s impossible. We at the genetic level can not even, without their knowledge, to touch the Creators. Liya tried to blow up The center of Geya Eternity. I’m in the playback program contributed new data on confessions and the denial of leadership. They were all sent for recycling — twenty Junior — and me with Alec Shane sent into the Abyss.
Liya wiped her tears away and turned to Zef. Her face was as beautiful as it was three years ago:
— Captain? — She remembered the words Go. — When did you become Captain?
Zef bashfully lowered his head:
— When I took you. Sorry! It was only then that I began to think about everything you said: that the Creators were nothing more than humans; that they were just like us; that we were all just genetic robots serving them… when I wanted to question the head of my party, he told me that I had no right to even breathe next to the Creators. Then he began to insult… — Zef paused, as if remembering something. — I’ll go up to my room and not spoil your evening. Sorry. Will you pick me up tomorrow? — He turned to Luka.
— Certainly. — Answer Luka. — Stay with us. You, above all, made his choice, and the rest can still be corrected.
But Zef Seth had heard nothing.
The whole evening Zef is physically practiced, not letting in my room nobody and Tato came to him four times.
Chapter 3. “Gods”
After arriving at the space station, the Gods were distributed among the cabins. It was all done in style, like privileged persons. Getting on the second tier — in the residential complex — as if you get Into the center of Eternity Geya, where only the Creators lived and their protection, there was also a peace Council. Corridors with laminated walls of red oak, and with gold stucco in the corners and cornices. Unusual doors to the cabins were the color of the walls, opening to the side with his hands, turning a small round handle, at the level of the belt.