Epic battle

“It’s not the first time for them to fight to death” but “it’s not our last”

The girl was sitting on the bed in all her free time. Tosya performed a standard function of life support. Many years ago, the doctor guaranteed her accommodation and food, in return he demanded “just sit on the bed”. He accidentally guessed the reason why she had left before, trying to fulfill her function. Now she had a job, like everyone else, providing an acceptable lifestyle.

The girl was made by the author's design. A face made of large and outstanding details that look chic. All her features, like an oval forehead arch and large eyes, looked classically feminine. A long concave nose was organically in place. The appearance of a tall woman was attractive humanly and such a selection on the earth made her an inconspicuous alien.

A poster with a sculpture by Vera Mukhina “Worker and Kolkhoz Woman” replaced the view through the window. The situation in Tosya's chamber was influenced by the always-on radio. To the left of the quietly speaking radio on the table, Newcomer, a state security officer, left a vase with vanilla dryers. All this was visible through the camera in the door peephole. Which was the simplest and only means of visual observation of a lost avatar. The established survey made it possible to see from the level of the bed and above. Therefore, Rus, when abducting the girl, planned to sit on the floor during the installation of the programs. There were many observers who were unaware of others. The alien mind watched Tosya especially carefully using sophisticated technical means, as they were waiting for the mind to return to the terrorist.

This was said by Alex, discussing the plan of the abduction. He also shared his memory: “Once, I went to my father. The nurse asked to take Tosya to the ward. I went to Tosya and led her away, taking her hand. She hardly obeys if you ask her for something.”

To this, captain Nikolai Ostrovsky succinctly cut off: “unacceptably”.

The planetoid was fully up to date with all the conversations and events around the avatar. Once in her room, he sat on the floor in front of her. The planetoid approached the matter scrupulously. First of all, he eliminated the basic installation of the avatar. At this moment, the girl woke up for a second, as usual for taking medicine and food. The self-aware Tosya formation has come into the view of alien observation. Instant identification formally misled Bords. Their tracking companions deceived: they were waiting for the real nature of the wanted criminal, and not the basic formation of his avatar. This is how the car number is different from the car itself. The next step, the hereditary master of mysterious artificial intelligence put plates of metal proteins in the lower part of the lumbar region of the avatar. The block formed under the bends of the pubic bone, he attached from the back below the waist. The side covered with a layer of nanorobots painlessly advanced to the desired area of ​​the bone. The black surface of the device was puffed with artificial leather. The process of installing the self-regulating consciousness of the new Tosya attracted quantum chains to its included metal proteins. Formatting of the information cloud has begun.

Around the device of the installation of consciousness itself, a green cloud of information has formed. A derivative copy of consciousness has moved to Tosya's head. When creating interacting links with the plates, a part of the green cloud was fixed inside the cranium. For Rus sounded the voice of the Machine:

At a predicted distance, automatic recovery will draw upon some previously initiated Tosya avatar personality. An event will be formed during execution. Tosya's further behavior is not mediated.

The transferred consciousness at the next moment was synchronized with the main brain activity in Tosya's head. It remains to sit and wait for the process for at least 15 minutes to start moving. Maximum month, according to the luminous youth, to begin to consciously interact with the outside world. The identification and technical assessment of the full set of artificial consciousness guaranteed the compromise of the hiding enemy.

People, when they die, leave the earth. The inhabitants of the lost planet Borden becoming dead, remained. Their informational copies live and confuse with their delusions those who hear them, tragically surviving on asteroids and on the nearest minor planets. Dead souls prevent real people from seeing reality and mislead the living. They make the remaining memory of the heroes about past worries to occupy the living. Because of this memory, in the eyes of present generations, Toossya with her girlish landing was guilty of a catastrophe that caused the total destruction of the planet.

None of those that survived for a virtual existence were workers or a collective farmer. Images of a man of such figures in millions filled some celestial objects. Revolving a hundred asteroids of various sizes, connected by a train illuminated by searchlights useless orange air.

Outfits of the color of wet asphalt outwardly distinguished living inhabitants from the dead. This cohabitation was the only concession of the living to the dead.

All service people were transformed into artificial intelligence of vacuum cleaners, milling machines and avatars serving Bords. The cult of the dead usurpers of power was not passed on to the living heirs. Small representatives of the planet Borden exploited machine civilization and actually lived under communism. Unfortunately, they did not have a goal worthy of communism. According to tradition, they passed genealogies and laws of purity from generation to generation. But there was no need to maintain power. The principles of the public good, alien to them, were dying away in consciousness and in tradition. Their hatred him for being the destroyer of the planet Toossya united. The dishonest creature, the irresponsible upstart from the service people broke off the whole buzz of the existence of a successful noble civilization. The natural selection of exclusivity has led civilization to collapse.

There are people who consider a thermometer a cure for the flu. Thanks to such people, the victory in modern combat begins with the technical means of intelligence. The Bord’s epic battle, ending in the collapse of his native planet, began with the technical tracking of the girl’s landing. The punitive right to kill active members of the resistance is obvious to usurpers of power and other responsible leaders. It is to them that we should be grateful for the irreconcilable avengers, thirsting for blood, and not changes for the better. However, dictators are not focused on changes for the better. We owe certain types of violence for the appearance of superheroes, mass uprisings, hunger riots, and of course the self-determination of nations due to genocide or ethnocide. The birth of a superhero's was naturally determined. In a flame of reprisal with fighters for justice, real national heroes are born.

The signal was sent to the remote control of the quick reaction group in the spaceship.

“Got it,” cried Board enthusiastically, waiting for this moment for 1000 years.

The prepared “dead noose” operation to destroy the enemy of the deceased planet had begun.

It was important for the aliens to hide their intentions. One intention, with a random choice of several, is not subject to time and time travelers. Only then will everything finally happen in the present. Multi-variability breaks scientific prediction applied in virtual participation. And observers, even knowing their intentions, must correspond to their resources. Three groups of Bords developed their own strategies for capturing a terrorist. Each plan was good for destroying the Tosya's information cloud. After the signal arrived, the board on board the spaceship switched on a random generator. The name “Sasha” was displayed on the scoreboard and all crew members received notification of the appointment of the chief strategist. The selected commander was not involved in the development of long-updated plans. Each team member was prepared to complete all mission tasks. What plan to use the commander decided at random by naming the number in order:

Third!

Having hardly read a page of text, the commander sat down and sighed. Then Sasha took command:

I order you, using invisibility to fly up and cut off the psychiatric hospital along with the inhabitants. Undermine a self-locking charge in this place that simulates a volcano explosion.

- Gravity gap will be avenged.

The bords spaceship used the same platform for the non-spatial movement as the planetoid. At an altitude of 500 km. a UFO appeared over Moscow from an extended gray rectangle. Its size and shape almost completely coincided with the May Day stadium in North Korea. The stealth mode allowed him to hide for a while. But his presence began to indicate collisions with satellites and space debris. The spacecraft attracted material objects with its end part. This is how the ship's defense belt worked. He split human achievements into the smallest particles, which in the form of plasma polyps accumulated on board. Shunting engines emitted powerful gas fumes from the sides. It turned out, driven by exhaust gases, long bursts of plasma, like solar prominences. The layer of oxygen ions applied heat. At an altitude of 120 kilometers, the ship began to leave a train of fire and smoke five times wider than its thickness. Moscow tried to defend itself. Air defense in volleys threw rockets at an unknown target. Attacks of aliens turned into plasma, brightly illuminating the trail of the ship. An unusually wide strip cut the sky over Moscow. The color of the day suddenly turned more yellow, like in a room.

The strategist turned out to be nervous and impatient. He asked his comrades-in-arms: “Is it possible to fulfill some plans together with the third?”

“My training provides a plan to use robots, you can combine it with a third,” the specialist replied.

“Then act,” the commander ordered.

“Three paratroopers are ready to take off,” Bord reported from the encirclement.

“Please grab her,” Sasha asked.

Drones flew from the middle of the ship and fired four bombs that looked like short spears.

These darts, six meters in size, flew down one after the other. At first, it seemed that the bombs were dropped on the city. Shells from above pierced a single hole in the building of the mental hospital. Having pierced the structure to the base, they stuck with a beam at the base. From the devices similar to the plumage at the remote ends, gas cylinders were blown out and not letting the ropes connecting with them fall, they rushed up. Three paratroopers instantly approached the ropes stretched for two hundred meters. They fired with boxes that were fixed on the ropes. Then assistants with artificial intelligence pulled the paratroopers, quenching the speed of their fall. Moving in a circle, each warrior took a vertical position and additionally extinguished speed due to the windage of the folds of the suit's fabric.

Rus was sitting on the floor in front of Tosya when a hologram of Bord Sasha appeared in a spacesuit. The planetoid received the message:

Product ID 3866 Tosya was expropriated for destruction.

Rus resolutely answered:

-She is mine!

“There wasn’t and never will be,” the alien answered firmly.

Several drones flew up. Equally flat, and square, four drones flew up to the girl's limbs. Three managed to go around the legs and right hand of the captive. The fourth prevented Rus. He jumped on it and grabbed it with his hands and brought it to his face. A small laser beam from the eye was enough to turn off the device. Flying battle drones shot at a curly-haired youth. Their combined shot the avatar right arm in the shoulder. Blood stopped pouring as abruptly as it started. Rus has activated survival mechanisms. He turned off the pain a minute ago. Having jumped, he extended his leg and, as an aerial gymnast, grabbed the cable with it, with which the drone hooked with the gearbox on the rope and pulled Tosya up already. With his left hand, the planetoid avatar poked into the inside of the jacket and put on the glove hidden there with balloons on each finger. First, he got into the pulling Tosya drone with a small harpoon on a cable. Smoke and blue sparks fell from inside the drone. He became a tool in the hands of Rus. Strongly spinning a piece of iron, he wanted to hit the next battle drone, and hit several new ones that arrived. Five battle drones mounted on his back and simultaneously exploded. The young man's body was torn along the spine into two halves.

I have you and will save you. Wait, you will surely be happy, said the boy and looked affectionately at the girl.

Tosya watched as Rus slowly closed his eyes and tried to pull a hand towards him.

Shells destroyed the internal structure of the building. Building debris rising into the air sprinkled a virtual ballerina in a snow-white dress, which had appeared an instant before. Masha appeared at the building in front of a group of artists and announced:

Residents of the asteroid belt have captured Tosya. They were mistaken, mistook your program for their criminal. They do not know about the error. You know, it’s not the first time they have beaten to death.

“We are not the last,” reassured the angel of hell, frozen in the form of John the Flyer. He began to receive data on an impending nuclear attack on the city. The machine transmitted information about a contractual nuclear strike on Moscow, covered by a lie about Iran’s retaliatory strike.

“Look,” the beauty said, when the Machine finished transmitting John the information, he needed to capture the approaching ballistic missile, “The Planetoid wants to use the giant Balda hand to flash the emitter and direct you toward the rocket.” You can climb the beam of photon radiation to the ionosphere. There at an altitude of 400 km. grab the rocket control unit. Maybe you can take the nuclear explosion aside.

Alex also received information from Rus and turned to the priest:

Boris, urgently go up to the roof. Next to the anchor, through your metal squirrels in your eyes you will receive instructions from Rus and help you manage the anchor. You have to switch it to use a cold window here. Maneuvering the non-spatial window, you can use a giant hand in the selected place. A strong hand “Balda” would be very useful for us now.

“I would not express myself so categorically,” Boris knew about the meaning of the stupid word “Balda” and decided that the last word was addressed to him.

“Good luck, friend,” Alex wished after the retiring friend.

“You will never understand either the hero drunk by the kindest soul, or the sober, evil trade union Kashchei the chairman,” the philosopher Guru muttered under his breath.

The priest went to the entrance indicated by Jon-Letun to climb the roof, on which the coordinating device of the moving platform was installed. Boris rushed up, jumping through three steps in one step. On the upper platform, there was a square hatch in the ceiling above. A staircase with two crossbars hung from the ceiling. He jumped up and pulled himself up. He grabbed at the upper piece of iron and grabbed it with his second hand. Bent over, he threw his foot on the lower bar and rested his head on the hatch. Boris had to unclench, overcome the pain throughout the body and head. An involuntary howl attracted the attention of the tenant. The door opened and a 40-year-old man stuck out his head tied with a ribbon. Not immediately, but the man saw where they sniff and grunt. A heavy square door slowly began to rise, and Boris saw that there was nothing on the roof. Blood dripped from my head. Numerous protruding hats of crooked hammered nails cuts the skin. He stared at him for a second, wondering what to grab at. Finally, he extended a hand into the opening. Leaning on his arm, Boris squeezed his head in. Then he heard a voice from below:

Do you need help? I thought you would want to live fire in such a way. Now, I doubt that this is possible.

Straining his leg, Boris managed to get up, resting her head against the hatch and with her second hand to catch the hatch outside.

So not for the sake of life, I try for the sake of friends.

By coordinated actions of the body and legs, the guy threw back the hatch and sat on the edge. “I could be a gymnast,” he thought of himself, “I have a talent for coordinating movement.”

You will definitely become a luminous skeleton. You need to turn on the Genius Switch. If you don’t switch the anchor to coordinate the movement of the moving platform with a giant hand, the planetoid contacted, then John will not be able to rise above a kilometer and not intercept a missile with a nuclear charge.

Boris and man with ribbon tied hair acted quickly. Within a minute, the planetoid was able to lay out a technical device the size of a space rocket from the gray zone a hundred meters above the heads of the cyborgs. This thing closely resembled the thing that John used to send his phantom to the Bord’s ship. John Glider took off on a giant gun barrel. Placed at the upper end, he took on his human form. The first measurement traveler in the galaxy stretched toward the supposed point of a nuclear explosion.

A photonic luminous boy in the image of John pulled his hands back down. He raised his eyes to the sky and said: “Let's go.” A photon flash flashed from the trunk and took the soul of the hell angel to save the inhabitants of hell from the apocalypse. A flickering beam captured and moved the microscopic particles of John's phantom.

A second later, John said:

I'm in the ionosphere 400 km above you, and expressed bewilderment: the rocket is so high, it is 2,000 kilometers above the earth, and flies already to Moscow, there remains a 4000 km trajectory. Eleven minutes before it hits Moscow creating a nuclear explosion

It is because of the gravitational anomaly that the rocket departed so much. So, by stupidity, scientists call the irregularity of the planet’s attraction, - said the young scientist Alexander Sergeyevich, they don’t understand gravity at all.

You don’t listen to me. Run already, - John addressed his friends.

Nick tore his gold running jacket, under which opened a wide plastic sword belt. He took the free end hanging from his shoulder and lifted it up with an attached ring. His drones’ bodyguards jumped out from under the floor and secured with invisible hooks to the ring.

“I’ll cover you for a minute,” the officer could count on a short climb, after which the drones will exhaust the resource and become useless. Nick even before he stood on the edge of the roof opened fire on three approaching Bord. Up from the darts stuck in the ground, as the ropes were pulled tight connections. Around them, by inertia, the cables fixed on the paratroopers were wound, forcing the aliens to move in a circular orbit. From his seat, Captain Ostrovsky saw an officer of the surveillance service run up to the edge of the collapse and meet the landing paratroopers with the fire of a service pistol. The ongoing collapse threw a fragment of a bare current-carrying wire installed openly on the roof. The discharge chained the body of a fighter to an iron vertical water pipe.

Alex and John rushed to the fire escape. On the roof of the hospital building they were in a minute.

The First Board, landing, stared at the man killed by the current. Clutching his bare hands into bare electric wires, the dead soldier was still shaking.

The roof surface tilted closer to the breach and served Alex as a slide. Nearby, John was jumping down the debris from the stairs. On the last "step" he stopped.

The alien took a step forward and turned sharply to the emerging cyborgs, feeling them intuitively. His face was a millimeter from a bare electric wire, and he, obeying the survival instinct, waved his hands to cover himself. So, he touched the ceramic insulator around which the conductive wire was excessively wound. He immediately died of an electric shock.

It was a moment in time a minute before the nuclear charge burst above the city. The comrades parted. Between them by the bed lay a torn Rus. The girl climbed up, carried out by controlled mini-airships. Without delay, the drones secured the body of the deceased first Bord on a rope, which was freed at the base and rushed with the load up.

For a moment. He landed ..., Alex said evilly, seeing the death of the first Bord.

The big guy moved into the room that served as the operating room. After breaking a hole in the building, the walls collapsed, and the adjoining rooms became open. Alex quickly turned on a dozen switches on a CyberKnife medical device and shouted to Nick:

Nurse, position the next one.

The gold line officer jumped with two legs onto the chest of the landing astronaut. The radio surgical system produced by the American company created radiation that burned a walnut-sized internal hole in the head of the second Board.

What are you sick? Mental discomfort? The well-known lobotomy method will help you. - Alex condemned and with both hands sent a small linear accelerator. Radiation block in the white matter of neuronal connections connecting the frontal parts to other parts of the brain is a very accurate surgical operation. In such a hurry, there were no guarantees that the speech center would not be affected. Alex decided to check and asked the guest:

It helps a lot with complex pathological psycho-products. You know?

“I don’t know,” the alien answered.

“It completely prevents the occurrence of pedophilia, delirium, drug addiction, money-grubbing, idolatry, hatred,” explained Alex, who had picked up all sorts of useless knowledge and useful skills in his father’s hospital.

John coordinated the actions of friends.

Alien drones rushed to the Board. Each mechanical device can be adapted to evacuate a person. Together, the drones carried the carefree humanoid to the ropes held by the darts. After a second, the body of the recovering alien went aboard the ship.

The third board broadcast on the ship:

I'll take it all down.

“Take it down,” sounded in response from an alien chosen by the elder.

Nick jumped to the floor next to the last paratrooper. It was a room in which the observer for Tosya was on duty at the table. A bottle with a label of chocolate liqueur stood on the wall, prepared by Newcomer on duty. The part-time operative of department "X" who filled the bulk with the bottle with vodka. Everything is not what FSB officers seem to be. Nick threw a bottle at the enemy. Without wasting time, he began to shoot at the same time. At the alien's space suit, spiky defense elements swayed towards the approaching bullets.

Hitting them, the bottle split instead of bouncing off the surface of the spacesuit. A drink with "natural" chocolate ingredients spilled out on a spacesuit and tanned like a Molotov cocktail.

With a quick movement, the paratrooper directed his hands at Nick. John's eyes flashed fire. A bright glow began inside the suit of the third Bord. After an instant, the cracking suit tilted and fired a powerful charge at the nearest residential building. Boris climbed up the fire escape to the roof. An anchor on his shoulder was tied with ropes. He turned to the place where he was five minutes ago and spoke out:

I'm fine.

Following him climbed a man with a ribbon on his head, volunteering to help him.

“Oooh,” John said. He raised his hand and waved his index finger towards the ship. At the same time, he added a message to the UFO:

I'm against that. Let's leave it as it is!

John traced with his eyes the agile movement of a giant hand. Just that the hand passed the hundred-meter-long emitter tower into the gray square of the paragraph. The Strygooshas demonstrated professional manipulation with a giant hand. They are clearly far advanced in hand training.

The cyborgs crawled out of the rubble with the remains of Rus on the rest of the roof.

Alex's father spoke up:

We don’t like doing all this to our patients.

Now they will stop pestering you with unreasonable treatment.

As a person who took part in the collapse of the social state, I admit myself, to put it mildly, weak-witted. Roughly speaking - a moron.

Good. You are not the only one sick. It's time to take care of people with money-grubbing. Now it’s the turn of rich people to be treated.

And poor people who consider themselves rich. We call it megalomania.

The planetoid took control of the Balda. The next movement of the giant mechanism made everyone experiences a shock.

A gray, expanding rectangle with a giant arm extending from it flew up under the Bords spaceship. A giant hand grabbed an alien spaceship and used it as protection from a racing rocket.

“Hey, I don't want to die,” John shouted through moments of incurable consequences.

“This is my choice,” was answer of the phantom, brought up on the example of the heroic glory of the main personality, sounded in his head. A nuclear explosion flared up on the rim of an extraterrestrial spaceship.

The hand returned to the gray rectangle and turned out the pp, holding it by the edges with the tips of mechanical fingers.

The gray window of the non-spatial displacement site has approached. From it, shaking the sky the voice of a curly boy sounded:

Sorry, Jonathan. I'm so sorry.

-What is it. Both had living souls, - Jon answered immediately. The hero sniffed. The guy could not stop the tears flowing from his eyes one another.

A gray blanket covered a group of people on the roof.

The judge dragging the mower carefully dodged the opportunity to look at the artificial sun. Reaching the end of the lawn, he turned and twisted his neck so that his face was directed in the opposite direction from the blazing neutron disk. Overcoming fear, he stopped, began to slowly turn his face to the site of the explosion of a nuclear charge.

A nuclear explosion stuck to the side of a UFO. A spacecraft rising into the sky slowly carried it up, unwinding the spiral.

Dozens of cars with people and street garbage attracted to the protective rim. All this burned with warts on the side of the oval body of the aircraft. Plasma, like jelly, dripped onto the earth with viscous jets with large drops on them. Fires started on the ground.

Finally, it's over. The Bords spaceship was gaining speed, moving away. The judge looked with horror at the unnatural plasma tumor, slowly sliding down from the side of the alien spacecraft and wrote.