- For all of you, - and God warmly waved His hand over all visitors of this institution, having not forgotten to point to a window as well. – I hope given you time will be enough.
- And what will be afterwards? – the waiter as though was still in frustration.
- It depends on you, my beloved children.
- Mmm … tell me, who are you? – the waiter was still standing nearby this mysterious visitor and didn’t decide to carry the order for performance.
- Priest, or whatever! – someone muttered from the next table.
- What’s in my name for you to know? – the God laughed good-natured. – My earth name is both temporary and eternal at the same time.
- Earth? And where are living then, forgive me for my curiosity? – the waited was getting more and more intrigued.
- Everywhere, - God answered quietly.
- Bum, or whatever! – again someone muttered from the next table.
- Inside you as well, - added the Maker.
- Inside us? Where? What for? – the waited was taken aback.
- Here, - answered the God, - and pointed to a waiter’s breast. – You even manage to hear Me from time to time.
- Cranky, or whatever! – once again came the exclamation from the next table.
- Do we hear You? – the waiter still couldn’t come to his senses.
- Well, yes, - told the Creator. – A voice of conscience.
- Aa … why are You here?
- Helping all of you. For I do love you! – and in celestial-blue eyes of God a wandering on His lips smile reflected itself.
- And … for how long will you keep helping us? – the confused waiter questioned.
- Always I will, - the Newborn God answered. – Such is my work! – and His eyes of heavenly color became, apparently, even more endless.
- Aaa … mmm … the last question then … tell, well … erm … whom and where do you work? – the bringer of orders tried to question again, but when he turned back to his unexpected visitor – He has already left.
Only the closing by the wind door creaked melodiously, seeing off such an unusual guest. And on the table where He was sitting earlier, there was a whole mountain of juicy and appetizing galuski pile inside the mysteriously appeared plate. For who if not we need the food, mercifully granted to us by the Maker?
And the Newborn God once again cheerfully walked on city streets and there was sun, shining in His eternally blue eyes. He was happy to live in this world – and in this nameless city of planet Earth.
Yet unfinished story of one spaceship
- Have you called for me, Coordinator ?
- Yes, Admiral, take a seat. Tea, coffee, an ambrosia ?
- I would not refuse an ambrosia … but, perhaps, somehow another time. Business is too urgent, as I understand ?
- And with no delays possible. The rates in this adventure of yours became too high.
- Mister Coordinator, I understand everything, but after all we ourselves have started this experiment together to …
- I have transferred this ship along with crew under your responsibility, Admiral, under your full responsibility – do you remember ? You have promised me that everything will be as smooth as possible.
- Their free will, which you have granted to them, has appeared to be much more unreasonable, than we assumed initially …
- You selected best ones, Admiral. Three planets in different sectors of the Galaxy for three new races. You have tried to discover pearls on these planets-prisons, Admiral, - and where are your best crew now? Sleeping peacefully in cryogenic capsules onboard of this spaceship which has almost strayed away from a trajectory?
- After the first Collision part of them have awakened, after all.
- I’ll let you know, Admiral, that after this very first Collision the communication system of the ship has been almost destroyed. Even the woken up crew are practically unable to perform two-way communication. We receive all their reports, while they hardly receive one-two percent of ours. Multiply this by two-three percent of those awakened. According to our calculations the probability that they will manage to correct a course of their vessel on coordinates, which we are trying to transfer to them, and avoid collision with the second Ring, is …
- I perfectly know this, mister Coordinator. I know it all. Current number of woken up crewmen of the space vessel does not allow us to rely on the successful ship-handling in a manual mode. And auto-navigation system has already been destroyed two thousand parsecs ago.
- What’s with other crew ? How successful were manual attempts to shutdown cryogenic systems ?
- Completely unsuccessful. After Collision electronics of ship’s systems has been seriously damaged. With manual shutdown the sleepers either die within several seconds, hardly able to realize what is happening with them, or get considerable spiritual-chemical brain damage.
- What sort of damage ?
- It’s symptoms are the uncontrollable flashes of aggression to all things living. They literally clawed with teeth those, who have awoken them.
- And so we have the following : manual unfreezing doesn’t function properly, and there are not enough awakened crew with required talents and skills onboard in order to activate automated systems. A vicious circle. And the second Ring is just ahead in current course. And ship acceleration has been increasing all the time, making new maneuvers more and more difficult.
- Everything is correct, mister Coordinator.
- What protection measures have been taken in case this vessel will not pass it ?
- We have activated closely located orbital modules. Have moved rescue fleet from the adjacent sector.
- How many crewmen can survive Ring Collision, Admiral ?
- All sleeping ones will surely die. And considering those awakened … very few, mister Coordinator. Very few. Collision will break vessel’s hull for more than forty percent. Space ship will be lost forever in any case.
- Is there is still a possibility to achieve hyperlight molecular jumping, when the vessel will be travelling through V sector, taking his current speed into account ? Being on board, you could help those awakened crew change ship’s course.
- The chance is small, but … but I am personally ready to try to rectify own mistake. With own blood, if it’s possible to say so.
- You know the consequences, Admiral. When molecular reassemblage in a process of jumping is performed, your memory will be erased. It’s restoration will require subsequently huge efforts afterwards.
- I know, Coordinator. No one is capable to perform this transition except you and me, anyway. It still gives a little spark of hope.
- For all of us. For even we are compelled to pay for errors of own children. Even we, Admiral. And may the miracle help them all.
- Just before I leave you now, Coordinator, possibly forever, I nevertheless would like to ask – how is this vessel called ? I mean, how do humanoids, inhabiting it, call their home ? We have our own name for it, but nevertheless …
- Admiral, don’t make me believe that you have already passed the process of molecular reassemblage directly before my eyes. You perfectly know how they call it, - and Coordinator smiled sadly, - that they call it “The Earth”…
