Anya Annetsun - Technogirl

Large spacious office. A gray-haired man sits at the table and writes something. Voice behind the scene:

"You were not beautiful. But exactly what I intended for you. Accurate, strong, powerful, as far as feminine nature allowed. You had very strong hands. Which easily crunched the cervical vertebrae of people you disliked."

People called you "Technogirl".

You did not know about the great power inherent in your nature. Technical. Mechanical cyber power.

I created you to fight the dark knight, my illegitimate son. People called him "Omen".

It was the product of a dark matter called the Black Apple. Or Black Apple.

In my dreams, you often appeared to me even before you were born. Small, freckled, naive.

When you were born and we were driving from a hospital in the suburbs of Odessa, you laughed all the way, even though you were very small. Probably, this is how a person who was born to defeat evil should be.

It's amazing that everyone who has ever come into contact with you will later say that you carried the pure energy of the sun within you. Maybe because of the atomic battery that replaced your heart, maybe because of the clear and dazzling smile, but you really were 100% solar.

True, the battle that lay ahead for you when you become an adult was not nearly as sunny as your smile. The OMEN was terribly dangerous. In his arsenal were hypocrisy, cunning, deceit, while in yours only: goodness, sincerity and charm.

You had to fight with virtue, his lack of it.

And I knew that he would win. This world is not for kind people who are burdened by injustice. This world is for the dark knights, for those who buy and sell. I could not forgive myself for condemning you to death, condemning you to defeat, condemning you to all this without the right to choose. Just because you are my daughter. Just because I have no one but you and could not have. And I could not fight with anyone but you.

I couldn't fight the darkness. I was just the Absolute. And you – you were fragile, tender and strong at the same time. Vulnerable, bright, cynical when it comes to difficult choices. I idolized you. Sent to death. I adored, and let go into this world without the right to choose. Forgive me. Daughter. Your dad, your creator. Architect Demyan Shailov. "

The person finishes writing, carefully seals the letter, gets up, puts on his jacket, goes outside, and tosses the envelope into the mailbox. After that, turning, he looks at his house, then lifts his head to the sky:

Your mission will soon be completed, daughter.

Tona: Let go!

Anton: I won't let go!

Tona: Let go!

She almost shouted it.

Another boy from his brother's company grabbed her other hand and began to twist it. – Go to hell, moron! – Tona's face was distorted by a mask of disgust.

Brother smirked insolently: Let's see how you get out this time, you stupid chicken! – Anton slightly tickled Tona, after which, despite the pain, she began to laugh.

Tona: Antoshka! How many times have I said?

Torment someone else! I'm tired of your games! They are stupid, you know?

Anton chuckled and released her hand.

Tona angrily glanced at Oleg, her brother's friend, who was still holding her.

Tona: And he? she snapped.

Anton busily folded his hands in a protective pose, portraying either the director of the company, or the head teacher of their school.

Anton: Okay, let her go Oleg. On the

she's had enough today.

Oleg obediently unclenched his fingers, little Tona broke free and stopped, looking at her brother.

And where does such a sadist come from?

Tona: You were like that as a child

good boy! Antoshka!

Anton: I am still good. Just me -

personal growth coach. You need to be tempered, otherwise she is gentle, like a princess. Fu.

Tona: I am tender as a princess, and you

– a tyrant. One is not better than the other.

Anton retorted: Maybe I am a tyrant. But I am already earning, and you are sitting on the neck of your parents!

Tona: But I'm 11, Antosha!

Anton: Little boy. – Anton said this and spat on the ground.

Tona realized that there was nothing more to talk about, picked up her backpack from the ground, and headed towards the exit from the territory. The basketball court they were on was fenced in on all sides except for a very narrow entrance.

Tona left the landing, walking down the street and looking at the trees. The sky was covered with clouds, apparently it was going to rain.

Going home, Tona heard her father's voice:

Demyan: Are you already at home, baby? – her father, nicknamed "The Architect", was in the office, sitting at his work computer. Apparently he just finished working.

Tona: Yes, dad. Anton and Oleg almost beat me again. – Tona defiantly whimpered.

Dad frowned: I already told him to leave you alone.

Tona: I know, dad. But you know Antosha! Everything is on his side. He DOES EARN, – Tona twisted the last word.

Father: Yes, he is a big man with us. Distributes leaflets. I have already achieved a lot. – Dad rolled his eyes and began to smile.

Tona: Yeah – Tona laughed with a childish ringing laugh, so that her mother even heard them.

Mother's voice came from the kitchen:

Mom: Tona, baby, is that you?

Tona: Yes, Mom. I'm in my dad's office.

Mom: Go to the kitchen. I'll give you something delicious.

Tona: Mmmm! – Tona winked at her father and ran as fast as she could into the kitchen.

Mom looked tired. My hands were all covered in flour or something else, and the apron was jammed so that it did not protect me from dirt at all.

Tona: Hi Mom! How are you? All day in the kitchen again?

Mom: Yes, baby. When you have a family, you will do that too. It's a joy to me.

Tone grimaced.

Tona: Noooo, I will never be a wife and a mother. I don't want to learn to cook !! Beee …

The mother patted her daughter's ear.

Mom: You should at least clean your room. Wife and mother. – Mom laughed, and immediately caught herself – Oh, yes! Delicious! Look, these are raspberry pancakes, as you like. – Tona's mother pushed the plate with still hot and terribly deliciously smelling pancakes closer to Tona.

Tona: Mmmm! Maaaama. Adore! – the girl kissed her mother on the cheek and sat down on a chair, immediately starting to eat.

Mom hurriedly left the kitchen, apparently so as not to interfere with her daughter's cheeks and not to embarrass her.

The daughter took a book from the table, which was opened on the 45th page.

It said:

“If you swear allegiance to someone, then you have no right to betray. If you promise to be loyal all your life, then now it is your duty that you cannot ignore. "

Hmm. Debt? What is this about?

Tona unfolded the cover so that you could see the author and title of the book.

“Marcus Woller. Dreams and Their Consequences ”. – read the inscription on the cover of the book.

Hmm. Clear.

Tona: I have no idea what the author was thinking, who writes about dreams in the context of devotion and fidelity. Dreams are freedom! Love! Joy! Is not it so?

Tona finished her pancakes and went to her room. She had two options for how to spend time before dinner: play video games or clean the room. She remembered her mother's words. Then the entry in the book. And she said to herself: “Debt. Let's start small. From cleaning. "

Tona said it almost out loud, and began to fold the scattered things.

Tona's room. She is sleeping. In her head, in a dream, a woman's voice sounds: Thought – This is the extreme point in the universe. I am the daughter of the beginning and I am the end. life – This is the extreme point in the universe I am a daughter. Start. and I am the end. time is the extreme point in the universe I am the daughter of dance and I am the song. summer – This is the extreme point in the universe. I am the daughter of the beginning and I am the daughter of the end. woman is the beginning and the end. man is the end and the beginning. music sounds both at the wedding and at the funeral. the picture hangs both in the gallery and in the house. life tends to end, And death tends to continue….

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