V. Speys - Book-12 Gravity cyclone novella

– Eola. – stretching out her hand, according to earthly custom, the UFO pilot introduced herself.

– Eola, almost namesake. – Recovering a little, Elena answered, shaking her hand.

– This is the planet of the dead. The energy counterparts of every deceased live here on the ground. As if they continue to exist here.

– Well, why doesn't he remember? – Elena exclaimed impatiently stamping her foot like a capricious girl.

“You see,” interposed Eola, “the universe is in perfect equilibrium, based on this … – she did not finish. My father was already returning with a board on his shoulder. The UFOs rushed to take Elena to the module. Sitting there, in a comfortable chair, she was surprised to find that she was wearing her onboard spacesuit, only without a helmet.

– Are you wondering how we do it? – Eet said, – Very simple. But this is not subject to disclosure, so we will not tell you Elena in some secrets.

– But why? – the astronaut tried to argue, – We, what, in your opinion, are not in able to perceive information? – She curiously looked from Eet to Aeola in turn. The faces of the UFOs were impassive. But MB- 20 was very talkative.

– Oh, you Elena have no idea what it means to be a robot. At all there are no feelings, but only emotions. Oh, this is wonderful! I would never agree to become like this a humanoid.

– Do you know MB- twenty, what is love?

– Yes, of course, this will be earthly attachment. – Eet and Eola exchanged meaningful glances. Elena thought that Eet winked at her. Friendships have been established. MB- 20 played his part in the crew as well as the social etiquette of the Coalition Observer Force demanded.

It was a blindingly bright, gentle, warm day. The summer air smelled of freshly cut hay, apples, honey. The birds competed in every way in singing in the branches of the backyard gardens, scattered here and there on a vast hill occupied by the village. The houses were almost the same type. white walls and peaked roofs covered with tiles. At the junction of the roofs one could see the installed crosses, shining in the rays of the sun. Elena, closing her eyes, tried to examine their surface sparkling in the sky.

«Like TV antennas". – a thought came to her aid.

– No, – she heard behind her, – these are not antennas, these are power receivers. Well, in general, something like a home power plant. – Eola in a motherly way, bending over Elena, explained the purpose of the crosses, but Eet stopped her with a gesture of her hand. Noticing this, Elena tried to protest, but the thought immediately went out of her head somewhere, and already trying to remember what she wanted to ask, turned her absent- minded gaze to the road leading to the village. The church bells suddenly rang out. Melodious and pleasing to the ear, he floated over the plain, descending to the ravines and old women, lost far away in the blue groves on the horizon.

– What is it? Elena asked.

– Today is a fruit harvest festival. – Eet answered, – Let's go! – with a gesture he invited to follow him. Elena looked at the huge figure of the UFO and was amazed at its harmony, proportionality and restrained strength, guessed in every movement of the body. But the admiration was hampered by the too noticeable tassels on the tops of the ears, and four fingers on each hand with long, well- groomed and sharp nails, like the claws of a tiger. Neat fences enclosed each estate. Order and peace reigned everywhere, as if the village was glowing from within, emitting an invisible radiance that permeates every cell of the body with grace, giving strength and vigor. The spirit of happiness, carefree happiness, peace and tranquility penetrated into the woman and filled her all, cleansing the body of the toxins of recent experiences. Space, as it were, ceased to exist, the concept of overcoming distance and haste also faded into the background of consciousness, and I wanted to walk through the village for an infinitely long time, absorbing this blessed spirit. But soon the church appeared. A tall brick building with oblong glazed windows and a bell tower. The ringing stopped as suddenly as it had arisen. The bell ringer finished his work, people were leaving the prayer service. Elena noted with satisfaction that these were people just like her. But the smiles of happiness shone, shone with kindness, adorning the already beautiful faces. Passing in pairs and alone, everyone greeted Elena and her companions, and it was clear. that Eet and Eola are not unusual for them. The oncoming residents gave something to each other and thanked each other for gifts. A man in a white embroidered shirt and ironed brown trousers caught up with them, and, smiling, handed Elena an apple. She, embarrassed, took it, thanking it. Then she hid it in the pocket of her overalls, and only now noticed that she was standing without a helmet in her work lightweight spacesuit. The UFOs were also without helmets.

“No, no,” Eet protested. – It needs to be eaten.

– But why? – Elena objected.

“You shouldn't take anything to Earth. The astronaut had to obey. But the mood was spoiled:

"They are fiddling with me like a guinea pig," she thought. And the apple began to disappear with a crack in Elena's mouth. The unusual taste and aroma amazed the woman, the insult was quickly forgotten and passed. “You must forgive each other for minor insults,” Eet said instructively. – And humanity is wasting itself on thoughtless wars and self- destruction.

– So you would help us! the astronaut objected again.

– You will not be able to improve yourself. And it is extremely important for us, for yours

“Salvation so that peace reigns on Earth,” Eet said.

– What's next?

“And then you will begin to change your thinking,” Eola began to say. – You will learn

continuous logical thinking. You will be able to create your own habitat

with their lively mental energy.

– And until now, what have we developed incorrectly? Elena asked.

– And continue! Technocracy, like prosthetics, replaces many of your options.

For example, a person can fly. – Eet persuaded hotly. – Take a look! – he stopped, spread his arms to the sides and slowly, swaying from side to side, began to rise above the ground. Then he went down smoothly.

“You can do that too, but you can do much more. – he said.

“Oh, yes, I understand, I understand,” the astronaut spoke up. – Five, seven percent brain work for us, and what makes ninety- three?!

“You see, you answered your own question,” said Eola. Infonauts clearly did not trust her, as, indeed, all of humanity.

“Forgive me,” realizing finally that it’s not, everyone will tell her. – Could you show me the cities of the planet.

– No, there are no cities here, – answered Eet.

– The whole planet lives in such settlements. They have no transport as such. There is only such a module for each adult resident as a means of transportation in the Universe, – added Eola.

– In the Universe? – Elena was surprised.

– Yes, this planet, your Earth is in the distant future. But only on one condition

“If you, earthlings, go the right way,” Eet said.

– But where is he the right way? Elena exclaimed.

– Look to spirituality. Love one another. Stop the wars,” said Eola.

“And then the Cosmic Reason will enter into a dialogue with you,” Eet said. Elena thought about it. Pictures of history floated in my memory, and to my shame there was no place for universal peace and harmony on Earth. She had nothing to say. She lowered her eyes, for a moment, feeling like a guilty schoolgirl in front of the teachers. Awkwardness dispelled the saving thought again:

– Are there schools here?

– No, an adult receives knowledge immediately, knowledge is imprinted in the liberated brain quickly and clearly, and you will also receive knowledge if the coalition will be convinced of the strength of peace on Earth. Make sure that the person never wants to harm each other. – Eet again invited Elena to the module with a gesture. The device stood in a meadow overgrown with lush grass and flowers. three support legs propped up an aircraft thirty meters in diameter. From here, from the outskirts of the village, it seemed like a huge plate and gleamed dimly with a silvery radiance in the rays of the sun.

Sitting comfortably in the module chair and burning with curiosity, Elena asked question after question. Sometimes she received an answer, but most of the UFO's questions simply did not respond, making it clear that a conversation on this topic would not work.

– How is the module arranged?

– Specifically, what interests you? – Eet answered the question with a question.

– Well, how does it move, why are there no inertial sensations?

– Well, it's as easy as shelling pears. The existence of matter in the universe is determined

three factors, according to your concepts, are space, time and mass. So now, by changing space, you can influence time and mass. Naturally mass is constant, but time and space changes. – Eet paused and stared at Elena with curiosity. The woman fidgeted in her chair, depicting extreme interest on her face, asked: – And how, how do you influence time and space?

– Using the control unit. – Eet pressed a button on the remote control and a square niche formed in the floor, which opened a black and flat box, similar to a briefcase- briefcase.

– This block. It redistributes the space energy between the engines, further is the refraction of space in time. In fact, the module is not moves. Space moves in time. Flows like a river around the island and attracts the desired point in space to the coast, i.e. to the module. Space

moves in time at a certain speed. After falling into this current module, by means of energy costs and the illusion of movement arises. This the speed is huge, not commensurate with the usual ideas person.

– I cannot but ask you to give me an energy block to Earth.

– This is dangerous.

– For whom?

– For you, of course. Humanity cannot defend itself against everything that is destructive

live energy.

– That's all? You can also attach instructions, say for operation, or apply a protective layer, etc.

– Oh, this is a whole revolution in science. And a revolution cannot happen without changes in thinking.

“Can’t you help us?”

– Except for yourself, no one can change thinking. We only help you’re in visual excursions, demonstrations of the capabilities of the Coalition.

“We should thank you for that at least.” Eet and Eola were modestly silent. At this time, the red light on the control panel flashed feverishly.

– Please Elena, – the robot suddenly came to life.

“Oh, I already managed to forget about you,” the astronaut said tartly. MB- 20 made an offended grimace. – Well, well, excuse me.

“Oh, I'm not angry anymore,” he answered jokingly and invited me to the exit with a broad gesture. Elena cast a curious glance at the UFOs. They looked at her directly, without expressing any feelings. The robot ran down the steps first. Elena, stepping carefully, followed. Again her head was covered with a transparent helmet. A dilapidated skyscraper appeared in front of her. Darkness reigned everywhere. Piles of stones chaotically piled up between fearsome human skeletons, bones and ash. Elena looked around in fright. MB- 20, invited her further, standing on a pile of twisted reinforced concrete slabs. But the woman, backing away, climbed back into the module. In the module chair, sighing loudly, she looked inquiringly at the pilots. Eet was the first to break the silence: