“The stone seemed to disappear, passing Nogamstop-casinos.co.uk through the tissue of the wall. A slight glow reminded of the blow.
“Now try to imagine what will happen if you try to go through the wall,” said the 607th.
I was taught to admire the beauty of the wall. My name is 989. My full name is 30.081.989.
607th – my friend.
This morning he accidentally saw a car passing by, and how a stone flew away from it, how he hit the wall and disappeared. I used to believe him before, but today, when he told me this – I showed distrust. All our lives we were taught that the wall is beautiful, and our life is like overflow on the surface of the wall. We were taught not to touch the walls so as not to violate its beauty, ” – a short entry in my diary, dated 3.02.76.
And now I often remember that morning.
Now I can already understand more and that then it seemed strange to me the next morning was the norm, because I asked the teacher about the wall. And he answered me that the wall is fulfilling his own function. Such is her work, her purpose.
– And what is our purpose, teacher? – then I asked.
– In serving the wall – that was the answer.
The greatness and power of the wall really cannot be described. All these overflows from the dark, strict lines of the edges, smooth bends, rising into the gray sky and ending with sharp teeth, all this scared and delighted at the same time. Everyone saved every morning prayed to the wall for salvation and the opportunity to exist further and contemplate this magnificent creation of an unknown sculptor.
“The state of salvation has spread into many kilometers into the distance and in breadth. Parks, several small rivals, light forests – all this is located among many snow -white buildings of residential complexes, laboratories, factories, incubator and hospitals. The highest building in the center is especially distinguished – museum. It looks so monolithic that every time I see it, the heart begins to beat more often.
Justice and Equality rule on the streets of salvation. Our great sculptor says that this is the only way we can survive in this world. Every morning he prays to the wall with us. And every morning he turns to us:
“Rescued! We will be one and will not give doubts to master our souls! Our duty is to serve the wall and then we can only reach the boundaries of the Holy Abakra! Our common work, our desire to achieve the eternal – for the sake of which it was worth becoming saved! That’s what we were saved!"
I am 989. My full name is 30.081.989. 30 – the area where I live. 081 – the structure in which I live. 989 – My personal number in this structure. Some of us complain of loneliness. In their personal numbers, they feel that the walls are crushed on them. Sometimes they even cry and come for them to move them to a hospital, where there are people around. That was my neighbor, 483. Perhaps the juice did not act on it, and therefore her psyche could not cope. I do not admit the opportunity that she did not accept the juice. After all, otherwise I will have to go to jail, because I followed the order in our structure. I was one of the best performers in salvation and saved the souls of those who went on the wrong path, who refused juice and control. And if it turns out that 483 did not take the juice – they creminate me.
“Equality in everything is the key to calm and order!" – says the sculptor. It is he who puts the programs in control. It is he who creates these unique algorithms, obeying which we purify our life. He is like a sculptor, creates living statues that can move and think.
“In ancient times, people had inequality. Skin color, height, weight, floor – all this divided people into warring groups. But today I can tell you, saved – in the state there is no place for inequality in the state! All rescued one and we serve only one goal – to achieve the sacred Abakra!" – this is how the sculptor ends his speech.
Very little information has reached the present time to this day. We only know that the ancients were wild people, if I may call them that. The teacher said that greed ruined the ancients. The war, erupted for unknown reasons, would destroy all of humanity, but the wall saved a few. The teacher said that the death of people behind the wall was terrible. There were only the chosen ones here. And we are their descendants who must prove that it was our ancestors who were chosen in vain.
The ancients had such wildness as love and sexual intimacy. And this also divided people. We have no stupidity. As soon as the publisher of the individual occurs, the periods are determined when he will remove sperm or eggs. Juice absorbs sexual desire, so we do not experience ridiculous desires in relation to each other. We get when crossing an accidental egg and a randomly taken sperm, grow under the sensitive gaze of doctors and is finally born in the incubator, where we spend the first 10 years of our life. There we study, rest and live.
No means of transportation – they violate the balance in salvation.
No luxurious apartments, like the ancients – they violate the balance in salvation. We live in a single, huge complex. My complex is 081. My cell in it is 989. My name is just the same. The complex is divided into two parts: internal and external. Inside there are sleep chambers, and outside – parks, automatic distribution of food and drinks and various entertainment buildings "
A minute later I returned to work again. The work of the Contractor mainly is to search for those who do not accept juice and do not enjoy control in order to return them to the path of truth and salvation. But most often they do not want to do this. And their gray blood spils on the snow -white creations of the sculptor and architects.
Today I have to inspect building 043 in the region of 26. The usual check that I do every day. First, I check the amounts on the resulting and spent juice, then I go around the structure and check all. If the individual does not have juice in the blood, I do him a warning. If the individual has already received a warning, I have to detain him. And sometimes – kill. Sometimes it happens that individuals who do not accept juice are united in groups and try to resist us, but nothing comes of them. They have neither weapons nor skills.
When I went to the building, it seemed to me that I heard some kind of rumble, but the feeling was gone, as soon as I went inside. Huge, snow -white walls seemed monolithic, as if nothing could crush their splendor. I went into the elevator and went up to the jacket distributor. 1015 individuals lived in the structure. Juice consumption per day – 2030 doses. But here I noticed one oddity. 2030 on the screen was displayed as "2030.0000". And only one could mean. I requested data over the past 30 days. "31601". 1 dose is superfluous.
How is it possible, given that the dispensers transmit information about the injection done. The dose cannot leave unknown where! Then I began to sort through the days where this extra dose went. But instead, the picture became even more suspicious. 2029 injections were delivered yesterday, and today – 1017. And what is quite strange – looking at the time intervals, I found that the last 2 injections were made only half an hour ago. This happened at the lower level where technical personnel are located and all life support systems of the entire structure. I am not clear to me the reasons why the dispensers were taken out at these levels, but I could not argue with the sculptor’s will. Just like doubting his wisdom.
I had to go to the elevator again and go down. To where, besides rare individuals, no one happens. Although this was the bottom of the bottom, yet it was still snow -white here, like upstairs. Only the noise of engines and engines violated the illusion of the surface. In this place I saw my strange beauty. Bizarre interweaving of pipes, mechanisms and wires, together with unusually narrow passages created a strange atmosphere.
“I was waiting for you,” a sudden voice sounded from behind.
I turned around.
“I was waiting for you, the son of Alex and Marina, the heir to the Grand Duke,” a man said in a quiet voice.
– You did it for yourself 2 injections of juice about half an hour ago?
– You know no worse than mine that 2 doses in a row are a fatal outcome. And 3 – even more so.
Only now I began to see him. Before that, my eyes seemed to be covered by a gray fog. He was short, strong in his shoulders and lightning flickered in his eyes. The hair spread to the shoulders, and from the clothes on it there was only some black hoodie. His left hand was naked along the elbow and bent in the joint, as if after an injection. The man unclenched his hand and a dark drop of blood fell to the floor.
– So it is you? – I asked again.
One dose disappeared yesterday. But today is overbringing 2. Why is it about 3 doses? But the records say that only 2 of them were made here below. The hunch flashed like lightning.
“I will arrest you,” I said and was about to get a weapon out of a holster.
“No,” he said sharply, “you will not arrest me, because otherwise you will have big problems.
Those who do not take juice often say so. They also insist on the end of the wall, about the Great War and that I do not change anything with their arrest. And they say this to everyone, trying to convince us that they know more than the sculptor and architects.
– Today is May 14, the 100th year from the date of the appearance of the wall. I can still save you, Tagr.
– You killed the saved. No great goal can stand the life of an individual.
And then something happened. I took out the analyzer and directed it to this man in a hoodie. The analyzer showed that this individual should not exist. He was not registered anywhere, but the level of juice in his blood was so great that no one would survive.
“We need you, Tagr,” he said calmly.
Something in the depths of me stirred, but I suppressed this urge.
– I call reinforcements. 26.043.lower floors.
– Well then, listen carefully, Tagr. What do you think the wall came from? Never asked such a question? But what if I tell you that there is life behind the wall too? And not just life, but people. The same as you, Tagr. Who pray to the wall for the heat brought by her. But only this is not so much a wall as a dome. You understand me? And just like this dome appeared from nowhere 100 years ago. And the timer is already coming to an end. Paradise ends, tagr. After 3 days of the world, to which you are used to not. And you can’t even imagine what is happening there.
– Your conversations do not make any sense, criminal. My control will save me from any of your words. I have already heard that the wall will collapse hundreds of times. But she is still worth.
– Yes, but then everyone told you “year”, “7 months”, “4 months”, “2 weeks”. And every time you add this period, you would get on May 17 this year.
A few minutes later he was already led to the court of architects.
Salvation is founded by those who survived after a terrible catastrophe that destroyed the outside world. And the wall saved us from what became with the outside world. He is empty. The sun is hidden after kilometers of clouds, nothing can survive for so long in pitch darkness. We were taught that plants can live only if there is sunlight. In the state salvation, this life -giving light of the Sun is.
Freedom – these are all the roots of the troubles of the ancients. They had freedom. And freedom – there is a key to inequality. The fact that one individual could go to work with several different ways already generated inequality. Now all this is fixed. That is why salvation is designed as a single huge city. The streets in salvation are designed so that only one road led to each place. And from this I felt great, knowing that I would not have to suffer from the choice that the ancients loved so much. The only freedom left to us – at 12 years old we will choose to take juice every day or go to the operation and implant control. Until this moment, we all take juice, but along with food.
Already evening and I go to my structure to feel like a small screw in the most complicated and wisest system salvation. The thoughts that that man in a hoodie was rightly not tormented by me. I understand what they achieve – they achieve that I betray everything that I love so much – all these snow -white, clean buildings, the great sculptor and architects, so that I betray salvation and surrenders to the hands of freedom. This muck. They probably planned something, these apostates. Perhaps even they want to destroy the wall.
While I think about all this, I feel how I’m starting to get angry. Somewhere in the depths of myself, I feel hatred. “Feelings should not overshadow your mind, saved!"(From the speech of the sculptor on the day of the elevation of the wall) I remember this and twist the control of division up.
There is no pain.
Tomorrow I will go to the Council of Architects and ask them for permission to search for apostates in order to accomplish their justice. I go into my structure and see many individuals. We greet one of them. Its name is 30.081.043. We studied at the school of performers.
– As a job?
– Inspected structure 041 in the region of 26. Detained the unknown for the murder of the individual.
– Congratulations.
– I serve for the good of the sculptor and walls!
– I serve for the good of the sculptor and walls!
With these words, we parted with him, and I headed for my sleeping camera.
I fell asleep instantly, just as instantly and woke up with everyone. I went out and sent through control to the Office of the message that I was heading to the Council of Architects.
After half an hour I was there. For the first time in your life.
I stood in the center of the huge snow -white hall, and the balls hung in the air right in front of me, in which, apparently, there were architects. The balls rotated around me, so I had not to look at them, but to speak right in front of me.
– Why did you come here, performer? Information came to us that yesterday you arrested one of the apostates from salvation.
– Yes, it is.
– Bold. So what is the purpose of your visit?
– Great architects, the whole point is that in the words of the people I have delayed, I see some connection.
– Continue, performer.
– My first detainee repeated that the wall would disappear in a year. The detention took place exactly a year ago. My second apostate claimed that the wall would disappear after 7 months. And it happened 7 months ago.
– You have no doubt whether you are in the fortress of the wall, the performer?
– In no case, great architects. I thought about something else … If their words are so similar in meaning, can it be that there is an organization of apostates from faith in salvation in the state of salvation.
– What? Organization of apostates?
– Yes, great architects.
One of the balls went down and flew up to me.
– Are you sure of your words, the performer of the will of the sculptor?
– Yes, great architects. I have no doubt in your great wisdom, and therefore came to you.
– Do you allow the existence of such an organization in salvation?
– Yes, great architects.
– Do you allow that this organization has the opportunity to really destroy the wall?
– But is the wall destructive?
– No. This is not the meaning of the issue, the performer.
– I don’t know, great architects.
– Well. Then go and figure it out, performer. The Council of Architects removes all current work from you and instructs you to find the apostates of the faith of salvation. They will report this to the department. Now go, performer.
– I serve for the good of the sculptor and walls!
I walked towards the site and looked at oncoming individuals. We are all as similar as two drops. I looked and quietly admired the power of the sculptor who was able to create such a perfect state. Equality in everything, equality everywhere. The performer is equal to the rescued, for the performer is the same saved. And only shadows distinguish objects against the background of mass. Buildings against the background of buildings, people among people and people among buildings. The path on which I walk is illuminated and it seems not just white, but a dazzling white.
Having come to the site, I began to think about where to start. I requested all the data on the consumption of juice in salvation, picked up a card and began to look.