«Well done, Dimka,» said Zinaida, returning home. She had not been so proud of her son for a long time.
Mom, is there anything else you need help with?
Take out the trash, son. I forgot to take it with me this morning. And now Im very tired, I wont be able to come down from the thirty-seventh floor.
Dima usually snapped after every attempt to force him to do something around the house. But what has changed now?
I packed my backpack in the evening so as not to forget a single textbook. I laid out screwdrivers and other items unnecessary in the educational process. At exactly nine-thirty the young man went to bed. At his age, he needs at least nine hours of sleep to stay healthy. And no games at night they are harmful to the development of the psyche.
At the entrance to the school, Mitya grabbed Dimas hand.
Excuse me if you can. Dim, I dont know what came over me yesterday. I didnt do it on purpose. I Mitya burst into tears.
Everything is fine. You did the logical thing. You still couldnt save me. But he saved himself.
Mitya didnt think so. The boy must fight to the last drop of blood for his brother.
What happened to you yesterday? What did he do to you?
He re-educated me.
So are you really okay?
«Everything is perfect,» Dima said, and entered the school.
Maybe its lets have a smoke before Isolda Viktorovna comes? Around the corner,» Mitya suggested.
I stopped. Smoking is harmful to health. And I dont recommend it to you.
Inside, as always, it smelled of cutlets and sweat. Dima greeted the cloakroom attendant warmly and changed his second shoes. Today he did not argue with the duty officers from the ninth «b».
Dima also greeted Marina. I said hello. And he moved on. And not a single word more. Marina almost choked: wont she get some attention today? She took out her compact to look in the mirror: was there something wrong with her today? Is she not so beautiful now? Or did Dima notice this pimple on his face?
By the way, Marina only now noticed that there was no trace left of Dimas acne.
Listen, Dim, I was thinking: lets meet? Marina smiled radiantly. It didnt work out with Vasya, so she looked for alternate ways. How will she look her friends in the face if she is alone, without a boyfriend?
No, Marina, you dont suit my genotype. We will not have perfectly healthy offspring. Sorry.
Marina turned green with anger, then burst into tears loudly. But the young man did not turn around at her trick. He had no emotions left.
Dima entered the office five minutes before the bell rang and went to the first desk. There was another Ideal sitting there.
Since today, Dima has not entered Technopolis. More precisely, now he was always in virtuality and never left it. The blond sitting next to him shone with white light in the expanded reality that Dima had always seen.
Dima forgave Mitya, and for some time they communicated with an old friend. But Mitya could not stand Ideals company for long.
Youve become boring. Its not interesting with you,» Mitka once said.
Dima graduated from school with a gold medal. Graduated from the university with honors. And he lived an ordinary, ideal life. There is only one «gray» spot in his biography. When his child was born and he was offered a vaccine, Dima shook his head.
But why? Dim, we are perfect, why dont you want our son to grow up the same? Dimas wife asked.
Yes, we live ideally. But let our son grow up happy. At least until the first mistake, lets allow him this.
The years passed, and there were more and more Ideal ones. But among the skyscrapers stood the same school, built in the mid-sixties of the last century, in the corridors of which there was still the same smell of cutlets. And in this school, different people were welcome, even if they were not adults yet, even if they were not ideal.
Soul limit
Every year there are more and more people, but there is less and less humanity in them.
Im sitting in a stuffy classroom. Humidity 61% It would be nice to open the window, but Marina Velichko is allergic to the pollen of one of the plants. It seems irrational to me when 25 people suffer because of one. Moreover, one cannot call life full of life with such functional damage. Violetta Semyonovna in a dress that reflects light with a frequency of about 450 THz. People would call it red. The timbre of her voice constantly changes, and her pupils dilate slightly when she looks at the projection of world-famous paintings.
And this is a landscape by the Russian artist Alexei Savrasov
And then there are many epithets. No matter how hard I tried, I could not understand what the words «beautiful», «extraordinary skill», «winter splendor», «defenseless branches in their nakedness», «freshness» mean. Of course, I already remembered in what situation it is necessary open your mouth and show your teeth (they call it a smile), and when to lower your eyes to the floor (shame), but I dont fully understand why they need this.
A signal with a frequency of about 1000 Hz, which means that you can get up from your seat and go to the next lesson. I love mathematics more than cultural studies. Mathematics is useful, but what is the use of looking at pictures drawn a hundred years ago? You wont live in a painting, a painting wont feed you. And it takes up a lot of information on the medium, not just numbers.
Vika Aksyonova and Yura Stepunov hold hands and look into each others eyes, and so on at every break. I dont understand their logic: do you really want to touch someone when the room temperature is almost 27 degrees?
Hey, voidman! What are you staring at? Yura knitted his eyebrows and stared at me. Do you have any problems? If you dont get out of here, youll find them.
Yuri, let him go his own way, where he was going. No need to touch it! Vika whispers.
I hate void people. Moral monsters. They have no place in our country. And let them get off the planet. There is a state program for space exploration. Let him fly to Mars. Or to Jupiter. The main thing is further from our school.
Yura thinks that his words should make me angry. Or maybe these people are jealous? We are better than them in many ways. We feel temperature and humidity better, and we can name the frequency of light and sound waves with great accuracy. And we also have no feelings. Although, sometimes I I guess thats what people call envy. People most often go in pairs, or find friends, and gather in huge groups. And void people are always alone. We communicate with someone when the interlocutor is useful to us. My mother was a human, and my hollow father communicated with her in order not to pay the tax for childlessness. It was more profitable for him to be with us than for himself.
Yes, I sometimes envy people. But we are a perfect race, and the future belongs to us. Peoples ambitions have brought the planet to the brink of an apocalypse. If we had not appeared as a new target for persecution, then they would have continued to destroy their own kind, who simply live behind the fences of borders that the people themselves invented, for the pleasure of those in power.
The Creator gave people a piece of himself, which became their soul. When a person died, this piece passed to the new owner. But murderers, drug addicts and other criminals left behind a rotten substance when they died, which crumbled to dust after their death. One day there were so many people that the limit of souls was reached. This is how the first voidman appeared. At first, people tried to beg their childs soul so that he would become «just like everyone else.» Ironically, voidites, people without a soul, have become the best proof of the existence of this very soul! Soon a black market for souls emerged. Parents are ready to give up any wealth to make their child humane, while others are ready to even sell their souls to feed their child. By the way, total hunger and poverty are not such rare phenomena in our overpopulated world.
Vika grabbed my hand, snatching me out of the captivity of my thoughts.
Dont pay attention to him.
What? I asked.
Well, Im talking about Yura. And his trick.
Oh, you mean that. Its OK. I take no offence. Im used to it.
But Ill never get used to it. But he has a reason. His family suffered from sorry, I mean, from people like you. Im trying to re-educate him, but to no avail.
But Im telling you, its okay
She looked into my eyes the whole time. And I felt something It seemed. Void dwellers are devoid of feelings.
«So cold,» said Vika.
What?
You have eyes. No emotions at all. You know, sometimes I think I would like you. If only the eyes were kinder.
What about Yura? Are you, as it were, with him?
Vika lowered her eyes and blushed.
You are right. Id better go. Once again, I apologize for his behavior.
After class I decided to walk home. The three-dimensional stream of gravikars spread noise over a huge range of frequencies. Its not so easy to list all the chemical compounds that they emit. We are evolving, and perhaps my children will already be able to conduct chemical analysis with their senses. The sky is covered with a veil of smog, gray, and behind it is a scarlet sun.
Luminescent sign «Souls for hire» A completely legal office, many of them opened after the era of the birth of the void people. When people realized that there werent enough free souls for everyone, and most couldnt buy one for their child even on the black market, he came to people with an offer «that was impossible to refuse.» Usually the devil bought souls for money, careers and other contracts signed blood. But in an era of scarcity, he had competitors among people who were willing to pay several times more for someones soul. When one business failed, he found a new way to make money. Many demons are ready to give everything to leave the underworld. But for this you need a body, and such that you dont need to share it with someone else. A communal apartment is too much even for a demon. This is how another race appeared the demos. They are almost indistinguishable from people. But instead of a soul, they were inhabited by a creature from another world: a demon, a demon, a devil.
Tell me, who would voluntarily give up the functional benefits of a voidman in order to become a slave to a demon? But then I remembered Vickis words: «I would like you. If only the eyes were kinder» Im an ordinary voidman. But I have something from my mother: sometimes it seems to me that I know how to feel. This happens to me when I look towards Vicky, and especially when I see her eyes.
I looked at the sign for ten minutes and decided to go in anyway.
The interior is lit with incandescent lamps. How wasteful! Although, what can you take from them people The man looks about twenty-five years old. Tattoos from head to toe: skull, Latin inscriptions, incomprehensible abstractions. Wanting to stand out, people sometimes do unflattering things with their bodies.
Do you want to rent a soul? the man asked me without even greeting me.
Yes. Ill take the risk.
Do you know the conditions? For ten years you will not be able to give up the demon living inside. And then, by mutual agreement, you can renew the contract every ten years. Although, no one has yet given up almost human life.
Go ahead. Do what needs to be done there.
He sat me down in a chair and began working with a needle. When the job was over, the skull on my left shoulder grinned. I ran my hand over the rough skin. My shoulder still hurt from the needle. The room smelled sharply you wouldnt immediately recognize what exactly it was my sense of smell was dulled, I could not at all distinguish the chemical composition of the air. If the operation was successful, you should smell sulfur oxide. Apparently he is. I looked at the tattoo artist. How could I not immediately notice the blackness in his eyes and the bestial grin. And his tattoos, like mine, were constantly moving, seemingly trying to cling to me with their bony paws. Dems are not so easy to distinguish from people unless you have one of their kind inside you.
That night I had a dream for the first time in my life. Vika appeared to me naked and caressed me, touching me with her soft breasts. I fell asleep thinking about her, and woke up realizing that I couldnt live without her. If Yura had met at that moment, he would have broken it off. Theyll put you in prison but dont you care? How dare he hold her hand?
I lost track of time. Sometimes an eternity passes, but you look at the clock and a minute has passed. Violetta Semyonovna again chirped about the beauty of the paintings. She doesnt understand anything, the old hag! Titian didnt want to show «depth of emotion», he just wanted to draw boobs! Also, apparently, at night I had different dreams, and then I sketched my visions. How I want to shut up this old toad with her «richness of color.» Apparently, menopause has already arrived, and no one is looking at her «sweep of strokes.» What am I doing? Have I become angry, I cant even control myself? As soon as the bell rang, he blew himself up and ran into the corridor.
This idiot is holding my Vikas hand. Previously, I would not have come within three steps of him: it was logical that he was stronger than me and went to boxing. But how can you reason logically when some degenerate is holding your beloveds hand?
Hey you! Get away from her. She will be with me!
Void? Yuras pupils widened in surprise. Why didnt I notice the grin of his tattoo before? Is he really a dem too? I wonder how long ago? Although, Vika told me something about him. The father became addicted to heroin until one day he had to pay for a dose with his own soul and almost sold his sons soul. Now I guessed: I sold it after all! And my son became a dem and arranged an overdose for his miracle dad. Every family has its own secrets.
Although, Ill look at you, youre one of us now! I respect your choice.
And I hate you. But I love Vika, and she will be with me!
Its correct to say not «I love», but «I want.» Dems dont know how to love, havent you realized that yet?
Fury has taken my mind. I pounced on Yura and closed my hands around his neck. If he werent stronger than me, especially demo, he would have strangled me! But he knocked me out.
I had completely forgotten how to perceive time: there was simply no time in hell, so my new roommate simply did not know how to distinguish seconds from months and millennia. Half an hour ago we were fighting with Yurka, a moment later there was a conversation in the principals office, instructions from my parents, more lessons, fights, paintings by Rubens, and now Im watching Yura pushing Vika into the car. I had never noticed such rage in him before. When before? A year ago? Half an hour?
I decided everything! Jerk! I wont be with you. Youve always been so cruel. You
Who will ask you! If not with me, then you will not be with anyone! Whore! How could you exchange me, a Candidate of Masters in boxing, for this skinny guy with glasses. Look at him.
But I love him. Understand? Do you hear me?
We talked for a long time with my void father. He is always as logical as I once was.
«Yes, dad, she loves someone else, so I shouldnt interfere. Yes, dad, you can find a peaceful solution. Yes, dad, I wont fix anything with my fists, Ill only make it worse. Yes, dad, I need to finish school and spend time applying.»
I nodded my head, lowering my eyes to the floor, although everything was boiling inside. But no, dad, she doesnt love anyone else. All this time she loved me. And if I dont work with my fists, then we will never be together.
Did we fight for a few seconds, hours or minutes? At this time I even forgot about Vic. Only my opponent remained. But he really is good in a fight. Why, I wonder, did Vika choose me and not him? Hes stronger than me. When we both sat down on the asphalt, exhausted, covered in drops of blood, Vika put her hand on my shoulder. Yura looked in our direction. And then he silently shook my hand and walked away, forgetting even about his car.