- He’s still a baby. He has yet to grow up.
- Beautiful little one, isn’t he ?
- Certainly.
- I am so glad about him.
- So do I.
- Tell please, what forms of curing medicine have been applied to the Sleeping one up to today ?
- Initially – numerous enzymes of prophetical nature, sort of. Two thousands of parsecs ago the strongest possible antibiotic has been injected.
- Which has been successfully removed by organism in the first vomit reflex.
- Approximately so. I tell you – he’s almost hopeless.
- And what about methods of shock therapy ?
- Yet to be applied. Already soon.
- Have been the patient informed in advance ?
- Two thousand of parsecs ago, when disease signs were already on his face.
- They are already on the face ?
- Now it’s terrible even to look at him. I will not advise you doing so.
- And what about the newest local antibiotics of unique type ? I mean these, you know, returnees from non-existence.
- A part of them has been already injected, some have not been made yet.
- Do you believe that will help ?
- Such probability too cannot be neglected.
- Will they be injected simultaneously with the beginning of shock therapy ?
- Shortly before that.
- And then ?
- It’s for him to decide.
- Do you think he is still capable ?
- I hope so.
- Well, and how does Awakened one fare ?
- He has already learnt to read thoughts and gained the vision of the future. I believe he’ll grow into a nice one.
- I am too very happy with him. Even though he is a blood brother of the Sleeper.
- By the way, you have given me an excellent idea. As soon as this little one will grow up and be ready to read souls, it will be possible to send him to help, so to say, his elder brother to, so to say, move him away from the unjust path. Certainly, we will protect the Awakened one in all ways accessible to us. Minority, well, you know, is counting on our support.
- Perhaps we should delay a little the begging on this shock therapy ? Wait, until little one will grow up a bit ? This Awakened has already expressed desire to help the brother, as far as I know.
- I will consider your option, mister Admiral. I will consider it …
World of God
The newborn God was cheerfully walking on city streets, which name He didn’t remember for now. And what is the reason for a Maker to remember human names? Unless only for people.
The sun was joyfully shining Him and its beams were playing in puddles which have remained from a recently came rain. He loved such a weather greatly – and playful Angels of Elements with both awe and joy in hearts satisfied this His request.
And yesterday there was snowing over this nameless city in spite of the fact that average day temperature usually reached 30 degrees in the “plus” side. And the day before yesterday the densely covered by clouds sky was suddenly cleared of all white fluffy figures in some fifteen minutes.
Probably, someone even was christening himself, or, say, cursing weather forecasters with all colors of rainbow shining today in the distance over a sea smooth surface, starting from gray-brown-crimson-in-a-speck. And the God was cheerfully walking forward, inhaling the aroma of sea, brought by the air, and spraying water drops from puddles which have not yet dried up. He was happy to live in this made by Him world. For after all, what can be better than to feel your own creation from inside?
Today He was simply walking on streets of this anonymous sea city, enjoying His life. A life of a human, if it’s possible to say so, - for He will enjoy the life of Almighty God a bit later. And, eventually, the life in a human body had its good advantages as well.
Suddenly something started humming in a stomach persevering and tenderly, even, to say so, totally human-like. Purr-purr-purr. A then – puuuurrr! And then – whoooo! With all voices at once.
- Maybe I should have a supper? – thought the Newborn God, and, having seen through a bird’s eye view all the panorama of His present city-surroundings, defined for Himself the next building, where He could stop. Just some ten minutes of walking.
The God smiled once again. Most certainly, He could reach this tavern in some thirty seconds – but what other surrounding him people would think if He has suddenly soared up like a bird? It may be so that some compassionate old woman or some persistent atheist would have a heart attack. And He didn't want to cause harm to anybody, even inadvertently. And, eventually, it was His righteous beloved ones who had still have to fly.
Top-top-top. Chpok! – and splashes from a puddle, through which He stepped over, scattered on several meters on all diameter of a described by them circle, having almost sprinkled in addition the passing by man.
- Hey, watch where are you going, bungler! – he shouted on his way, still hurrying very far into the unknown even for him dales.
The God wanted at first to say something like : “My God, forgive him, please”, like as in due time He was asked many times by His Son, who have arrived to this world as well, - but then thought that it’s somehow inconveniently to ask himself. And wrong as well, probably.
And so He simply continued His way. He was still happy.
Well, here it is. And even the sign hangs over here, carved with beautiful small letters.
Tavern “On the brink of the Universe”. And slightly lower an addition – “Feel the aroma of divinity”. Amusing name.
The incarnate Creator accurately opened a door, and carefully entered the building.
- We are closing in half an hour, but I am sure that you can still taste our aroma of divinity! – run-up fellow waiter smartly assured Him.
- Yep, - the God said approvingly. – And what do you have in today’s menu?
- Oysters by French, slope by Spanish, dranniks by Belarusian, pelmeni by Russian, sausages by German …, - the fellow started to listing.
- Various things you have here, - God smiled. – And something a little bit more, say, exotic?
- Mmm … - the waited hesitated for a moment. - Galushki by Ukraine?
- Suits! – the God was delighted. – It’s always pleasant to remember own good youth! – He added after a pair of seconds and smiled again.
- A pair of glasses of water, if you don’t mind, - God responded good-natured. – I think it will suffice.
- Water? – the waited was surprised. – Simple spring water?
- Yes, yes, - God responded. – And water can sometimes be sweeter than wine, - He added a bit later.
- Well … the waiter tarried a little, - all right. We’ll do it now. Five minutes or so.
- So quickly? – asked the Newborn God. – You actually have more time than five minutes. I truly very much hope that all this time will be enough for you.
- Excuse me … in what aspect? – the waiter was a little surprised.
