Владислав Казанцев
Dangerous wars
Chapter 2. Death of Trimon
In the spaceship" Flying Ferix", the atmosphere became heated, from the many flashing lights and all the walls trembled, moving mechanical devices.
– Four twenty-eight, four twenty-seven… – through the count, everyone heard the start of two huge engine rings, in the opposite direction, relative to each other. The steam pipes whirred, throwing hot air out and simultaneously gathering the necessary amount of heat to warm the ship's compartments during the flight.
Usually, at such moments, an experienced commander asks a control and encouraging question into the microphone installed in the flight cameras of each crew member. But, since Tomaka was not experienced, this function was taken over by Pythons.
Is everyone ready? What is it? – he asked. – "That's it, – Timba said first, and he didn't laugh out loud. – I'm ready, – the flight engineer said. – I'm ready, too, don't forget, – Vella said cheerfully, and giggled into the microphone. – Commander, let's go on a treasure hunt and adventure! – Pythons said jokingly.
– All right, let's go, let's try the alien planetary viands, – Tomaka said, trying to cheer up the crew.
– Food, this is for Trimon, he likes delicacies here. I'd rather have expensive stones or metals – Timba joked.
– The food should be right, not just the way you like it, all curls and twists, – Trimon said blankly.
– Guys, do not quarrel, the flight is just beginning, you will still have time to spoil each other's nerves, – Vella asked Timba and Trimon.
– Two seventeen, two sixteen … – time passes irrevocably, on the computer clock.
– We're not fighting, are we, Trimon? – Timba asked defensively, and laughed again.
– Yeah, the truth, but don't make it turn into a lie, – Timbe, the Trimon, said dryly.
– Trimon, after all, I love you…! All right, let's go, wake up, open the lyre and talk about life a little, – Timba said peaceably, to which he received no response from Trimon.
– Something, the commander is not heard? – Timba asked jokingly, having already forgotten about Trimon.
– Timba, you're showing a certain amount of love for Vella and Trimon, or even for me, and you're showing an unhealthy interest. Maybe he was born in the third race, where bisexual love is in the foreground, for the benefit of the mutual love of humanity, – Timba, Tomak's commander, retorted.
– I wonder if you love me, Timba? – Pythons asked, and somehow, with a ring in his voice, he laughed.
– I love everyone, – he said, and everyone felt that Timba, though a lazy type who loves women and riches, was also a humorous and ridiculous prankster.
– Three, two, one, zero. Attention, the countdown to the start is over. Biological organisms, go into a biostationary state. The launch has begun – the flight cameras speakers said.
– Oh, Mommies, – Vella cried, and fell silent, falling asleep. In her flight chamber, the computer let in a sleeping gas.
– Oh, I have too, the gas went, I'm going to sleep, see you later… – said Timba and fell asleep without finishing. Tomaka was wary, because it was Trimon's turn, and the computer "froze" Timba.
Tomaka heard, but didn't understand who said it. Trimon, or it was Pythons, as the voice, also broke off. Tomaka didn't know who was being frozen, but he realized that there had been some kind of malfunction in the freezing system, and now he could only hope that everything would be fine.
Tomaka, who reached for the emergency button, let the soporific gas rush into the cabin. In an instant, his mind shut down, lulling him to sleep and preventing him from pressing the red trigger disconnector.
Only one person was awake and not "frozen". His flight chamber was de-energized, which meant only one thing, he was dead. He could not get out of the capsule and could not, in any way, inform the crew or the Raibonne about the problem that had arisen, the accident on the spacecraft. Such a function was not provided by the developers, the red disconnector, was only available to the commander, who could no longer hear it.
Now what has happened is that when the main computer brain did a check, the motion and heat sensors did not correctly register the bioactive functions, as a result of violations and short circuits that occurred, the electrical circuits. Because of what, there was a tragic mistake. From the flight data recorder, "there are no biologically active organisms in the flight chamber." It was completely shut down, in a moment, all the oxygen became emergency and went to other cells where there was life. This is done in order to save air, and once a living organism has not been recorded in the room, then no one needs to breathe there.
Scary, but the fact is, the spaceship "Flying Ferix", in a couple of minutes, may be left without flight engineer Trimon. In space, sometimes there are cases when the vacuum breaks the lungs of the pilots, in a split second and then dissolves the body, but their heroism will always remain in the minds of the followers. Unfortunately, Tomaki's flight started with such a terrible loss, but let's be optimistic, maybe if it's bad now, then everything will be fine in the future, when they are switched on!
Minutes passed, the flight engineer died, suffocated in the cell, and disappeared into the void, eternal memory to flight engineer Trimone!
The spaceship "Flying Ferix", goes into orbit, it is controlled by an autopilot, that is, the main computer brain…
Now, fast forward a little bit, to the intergalactic station "Eleuron". To understand who was responsible for the death of the flight engineer?
…There was a routine inspection of our flight ship, with the participation of a technician and, mind you, flight engineer Trimon. Everything was checked, top and bottom, interior and sides, every crack and every dent was analyzed. Everything was done according to the "Flight Rules", but one thing was not taken into account. You can't talk about personal things. So corny? Alas, yes, during the conversation, the technician got carried away, telling about a love meeting with his ex-girlfriend. I dropped a tiny part into the crack of the still-open panel, and the flight engineer, while listening and swallowing drool, relaxed his attention and did not notice it. The panel was returned to its place, and the fallen part remained there.
If, then, Trimon knew what he had personally prepared for himself, maybe something would change for him in the future. But life is what it is! A small detail, became a huge misfortune. When starting the engine, it gradually moved inside the panel, hitting the wires with current. This led to a short circuit in the circuit, as a result of which, the computer made a mistake, from which a person died.
People know a lot about life, its cycle of cycles, the black and white streak of events. They can predict mass events in the future, but they don't see their own events. To calculate that there will be a world flood or a world war will break out, and the pit under their feet will not be seen. And Trimon, while he hung his ears, mentally trying on the role of a young lover, could not know that this was bringing his death closer.
When death is somewhere, life continues there, and this is the power of the pulsating blood, while it flows and beats, the body feels peace.
And since our heroes are still alive, we return to the spaceship "Flying Ferix", which is now preparing for an intergalactic jump.
The entire crew is frozen and while their bodies and thoughts have fallen out of time, the main computer brain performs the translation of command functions, from the computer to real life. Putting the planet Raibonne into orbit, shutting down all secondary energy consumers, distributing air, turning on the protective shield outside, and much more.
The time has come and the spaceship "Flying Ferix", flew along a curved line, through space and time, skirting comets and meteorites that fall in its path. Cutting through the vastness of space, in the cold space, Tomaka slept peacefully and the crew, too, was in hypersleep. They did not see the beauty that they flew, passing through the space of the universe, everything was recorded, on the cameras, only by the recorder.
The cosmos, in the mind, cannot be imagined completely as it really is. In our limited minds, it is just a ball whose edges we imagine to be boundless, thinking that we are at the center of the universe. In which the stars are scattered everywhere. But it is so great that its limits simply do not exist, and everything in it is in the end, in the unity of all created things. There is no edge, no beginning. Everything flows in its own river, in the world of matter, even the spiritual, is matter. The past, flows into the present and passes into the future, and then again, becomes the past.
We will never be able to fully understand the principle of the structure of the cosmos until we ourselves risk encountering more complex problems than we have now. We need people like Tomaka, ready to rush into the unknown expanses of space and let him sleep now, but the time will come when his life will give him the knowledge that he will add to people and eventually, bit by bit, put everything in its place. And to all, enlightenment will come, calm their nerves and give complete peace. Or everything will happen, quite the opposite. Well, now, we'll watch a little bit, for the place where we fly.
Here on the right, the galaxy "Air Bundle". It is like a gaseous disk, thin on the outside and thick in the center. A vortex of gas that draws it out of space and absorbs it, in its black pit, at its very core.
On the left, a set of single scattered, independent of each other stars. If you look at them from the outside, it may seem strange that such beauty still exists in this world. That so far, people have not spoiled this charm and you can still admire the magical moments, see the structure of the cosmos firsthand. Don't live in bunkers and look at the world, don't look through telescopes.
Many particles of information, such as thoughts, radio waves, and such, such, specially separated by nature, from living organisms, the visibility of which would limit us as much as possible visually, and partly in movements, are distributed everywhere.
Everything in space moves relatively, time is no exception, and the spaceship "Flying Ferix" has already arrived at its destination, in the orbit of the planet Malonga first, in the galaxy Pyrimea.
The spaceship "Flying Ferix", automatically created an artificial orbit and set a course around the planet Malonga first, that is, began to fly slowly around it.
Inside, all the computers came to life and the machines started working, the robots began to prepare the landers, the air in the compartments was restored. In the flight cabins, the process of "defrosting" began.
First, Vella came to her senses. Her flight deck was already open and warmed by the warm air. Vella, slightly pulled every muscle, because after "freezing", you can not immediately make sudden movements, so as not to injure the body. She tried to remember how she was "frozen", but she could not do it.
I crept out of the flight deck and shook off my drowsiness. She was the first person to wake up, and since she was here as a doctor, she was supposed to make sure that the entire crew woke up normally after hypersleep. A little later, she went to wake the crew, as indicated in her order sheet.
When she entered the cockpit, she saw that the three flight seats were open, the safety windows were removed, and the entire crew was already awake. But since Vella was young and a good specialist, she immediately realized that the state of coma still partially holds their minds. People just sit there and don't understand anything. Vella went to the flight engineer's box, but to her surprise, the seat was empty. She immediately returned to the pilots and began to bring them to their senses.
Soon, everyone was back to normal and everyone was already guessing what had happened to the flight engineer. In the cockpit, there was a tense situation in the air and therefore, we decided to go to the command post to assess the current situation and discuss further actions.
– You all already know what happened. We had a tragedy, a man was killed, flight engineer Trimon, – Tomaka said in a calm voice, addressing the entire crew.
– You, Commander, how could this happen? And what should we wait for next? I, for one, am now afraid for my life! – Vella asked, with a slight, barely perceptible breathlessness in her voice that betrayed her great excitement.
– I'm not a girl, but my legs are shaking, too, – Timba said.
Only Pythons didn't say anything, he stood behind Tomaka, who was sitting at the table, and just listened to what everyone was saying.
– The culprit will be identified when we return to Raibonne. It's not the first time you've all flown, but it's the first time I've flown. And, the hands and feet, I have, do not tremble, and you, arrange a panic. Let's all calm down and continue our expedition further, – the commander tried to speak evenly and calmly, suppressing the people's fright with his voice.
– If this is the beginning of the expedition, wouldn't it be better if we went back? – Vella suggested.
– It would be so simple, and who will finance it, Tomaka, me or Vella, or maybe Pythons? – Timba asked, turning as if to the side, to an unknown person.
– Is it better for everyone to die like Trimon? Who will need these treasures then? – Vella asked, looking around at everyone.
– The situation has escalated, I propose a vote, in the end, money, it's just money and life, you can't buy it for them – – Tomaka offered to the entire crew.
– I agree, so I think it will be fair, – said the previously silent Pythons.
– So do I, for the vote, – Timba said, now indifferently, putting himself in the hands of fortune.
– My decision already, I see, will not change anything, so I also vote, – said Vella, and without hiding her feelings, she was upset and seemed to cry, but immediately held back the tears.
The vote was passed, the votes were counted, and the majority was "for". We decided to make a new plan for the expedition, without the participation of the flight engineer, whose work will now be performed by Timba.
All the basic preparations for the landing of the capsules and landers were still made by the technicians at Raibonne. All that remained was to deliver it all to the place, that is, to Malonga first, together with the members of the expedition.
After only a few hours, the team relaxed a little and began to forget about what had happened. People moved on and no one wanted to talk about what had happened. As if nothing had happened.
The flight engineer's cell was moved to the freezer compartment, where medical instruments and special laboratory flasks were stored for biological research until they returned to the Ribonne.. Where then, according to the law, they will give it to the local authorities, for further examination and finding out about the situation that happened, on the "Flying Ferix".
Vella was busy with her scientific training, and Timba was checking instruments and studying atmospheric pressure, in the cabin of the Flying Ferix. Pythons supervised the work of the robots on the platform, Tomaka looked at the available geographical maps, Malonga first. Everything, as it were, has improved a little.
In the evening, at six, according to the internal schedule, everyone accidentally gathered in the dining room.
– I wonder what this planet holds? No matter how much I look at it, I can't make out what is there? – Timba asked.
– According to the maps, that's where our wealth is. Eat whatever you want. Diamonds-please, fuel-any, animals – different, just have time to load, – said Tomaka.
– I think, if the "well-wishers" probably knew what was there, then I would not have got these cards. And we wouldn't be here either, – Pythons said.
– Then I hope we're all very lucky! – Tomaka said and laughed.
– Tomaka, please tell me, is it good to be rich? – Timba, the commander, asked.
– The more wealth, the more responsibility. And not always rich, it means money, – Tomaka replied, assessing his actually poor condition.
– So, as I understand it, in any case, wealth is a great responsibility for people. Then, why be rich, let others think for me, and I will rest and rejoice, – said Tomaka, Timba again.
– Timba, whether you are rich or poor, you will always rest and enjoy yourself, – Pythons joked.
– Think about it, there is a difference ," you are being led or when you are being led." Let's close the subject and talk about the morning landing, – Tomaka said.
– Is something wrong again? – Vella asked the commander, not lightly hinting about the death of the flight engineer.
– No, everything is fine and we will not remember it, we all agreed … not to mention it! – Tomaka answered them all.
– I'm sorry, it just came out of my mouth, – Vella apologized.
– I know everyone was nervous today, – Tomaka said.
– And when we land to win riches, from the unintelligent natives? – Timba joked, referring to the local animals or humanoid creatures.
– In the morning, at eight o'clock, we gather on the lower platform, the standard form of clothing, then we do it according to commands. Chief, I, if anything happens, then by rank, first pilot-Pythons, second pilot-Timba, then, doctor-Vella, – said, for the entire crew, Tomaka.
– Friends, today I am officially the last day of the poor, be happy for me. Thank you all! – Timba said, and with a good mood, he began to eat hot, meat soup.
The crew of the spaceship "Flying Ferix", after dinner, went to their personal affairs. After all, tomorrow, a new day will come, there will be interesting acquaintances, and for them, you need to be always ready.
The entire crew, falling asleep, imagined what might be waiting for him, on this little-known planet of Malonga the first, in the galaxy of Pyrimea. But no one knew that they would really meet there…!
Chapter 3. Malonga first
At eight in the morning, as agreed in the evening, everyone gathered on the lower platform, where they prepared capsules, landers and various cargo vehicles. The platform was huge enough to accommodate several military spaceships, but it was used only for civilian purposes. The spaceship "Flying Ferix", was quite roomy, such a small state, it contained working and cargo compartments. All this made it possible to carry out transportation processes. Of course, they could not be compared to the large ships that plied the prastors of the universe, in which small planets could easily fit.
– Well, the moment of truth has arrived. We're getting ready to land, – Tomaka said.
– That's right, commander, let's go to the planet, we're tired of hanging out in space, – Timba said hurriedly, crossing his arms over his chest.
– I agree. So, now everyone is putting on space jumpsuits and standing, everyone at the free capsule, – Tomaka ordered.
Everyone obediently began to dress, and Timba tried to make a joke, but no one paid attention to him, trying not to forget to fasten some of his zipper or zipper. In space, anything could happen, for example, depressurization of the capsule or overflow of the box with gas, so it was necessary to monitor everything, including the integrity of the oxygen system and the complete tightness of the coverall. One death of a flight engineer was more than enough. No one wanted this to happen again, not even Timba, even though he was being uncharacteristically calm and irresponsible.
– The main computer brain, will switch to automatic command mode, according to the instructions and automatic piloting, – Pythons additionally informed everyone.
– Commands received and executed, – the chief computer brain replied in a feminine, pleasant voice, in the speaker, as if confirming the words of the commander and the first mate.
The expedition was ready for departure, within half an hour, everyone gathered at the capsules.
– Places on the planet, indicated for you. The capsules will open after they cool down, if anyone doesn't know. One capsule, one person! – Tomaka joked. – I wish you all a soft landing, see you on Malonga first!
– Thank you, you also have a soft landing! – Vella said.
– Everything will be fine, – Tomaka said, and went back to his capsule.
The crew wished each other a good landing and each took their own capsule, which then closed, and the main computer brain took them into space and then sent them to Malonga first.
First, the capsules with people entered the atmosphere, then land vehicles, cargo transport, and then the cargo itself landed. To the ground, all and all, flew safely.
The spaceship "Flying Ferix", remained to fly in the orbit of Malonga first.
The planet had the necessities that normally support life. Fire and water, the change of day and night, air and organic soil. All this was on her, so the landing of the crew, nothing over dangerous did not portend. It spoke of an ordinary uninhabited planet.
When the last atmospheric analyses were completed, the capsules opened and the people came out. The landing was chosen by the main computer brain, using all possible landing algorithms, that is, the landing place was specially selected, taking into account the least possible danger to the crew and the location of the landing capsules, within the average visibility of a person.
– Yes, you are mocking me, I have not seen such a thing… – there was no limit to Timba's admiration, there was no end, he continued to describe vividly and colorfully the rapture of the world of Malonga the first.
– Dr. Vella, I think we have a case like the one on the Ribonne, a disease called the gaze of millions. Birds, from the ancient history of Raibonne, mentioned by the Pillatec civilization, about which the myth has come down to us, – Tomaka suggested.
– Yes, you are right, commander, it is, this is the "view of millions". Our eyes now see what is not given to an ordinary person. Simple rays of light from an object are refracted billions of times before they reach us, on the retina of the eye. In this case, it slightly disorients a person in space, he sees vivid images of something that simply does not exist in reality, – Vella replied, trying hard to control her state.
– I, too, heard about the million, how her gift of all-seeing, became a doom for her. The Pillatecs, fearing that it would become a new kind of evolution, more developed, then took and destroyed all the birds, chicks and eggs, families belonging to the genus millions, – said Pythons.
– Friends, I personally see such beauty for the first time and it's cool! Not counting Raibonne, of course, – Timba said, looking around the area.
– This condition, temporary, will soon let everyone go, apparently, was caused by the overload of our light-sensitive organs. Now, the brain will start to filter out everything superfluous and we will start to see, as we always look, – Vella encouraged everyone and only Timba, only disappointed with this free high.
It took about half an hour, as the false colors began to disappear and everything around came to the intergalactic norm of perception of bodies. Timba, no longer so happy, but only grumbled and for some reason, pressed himself on the eyeballs, apparently trying to still maintain the effect of millions.
The terrain was not very different from Raibonnovskaya, which greatly facilitated the process of work on the placement of things and the creation of a temporary base for the expedition. The specially burned part of the clearing began to serve as a starting point for the crew and a gathering place at the end of the group's hike.
Here, it has been standing for a long time, good stable weather, a little dry, but quite tolerable. A light breeze, slightly bends the tops of the trees, the crowns of which glow with green and red, yellow and blue flowers. Sometimes, from the thicket, you can feel unguided glances, most likely small animals, frightened by the new neighborhood, with unknown people who have flown here.
A variety and a huge number of flowers that have grown around, happily shimmer, in the resulting glades, between the fishing lines. Insects in the grass, working hard to form small empires of power, in their tiny, short lives.
In the blue sky, birds are constantly flying and from time to time, you can even see their love scenes, then severe battles for territory.
Although there are no people, high-rise buildings, or smart cars on Malonga One, there is a fuss of those in whom life is located and it always seems to flow. For the crew, the fauna appeared in a completely different form. Not a cold planet, but a kind place, almost a second home. The pleasant energy was felt everywhere.
Large blocks of stone, sometimes cutting through glades, stand like statues created by natural factors. The silent witnesses of time, its constant companions, parts of the structure of the universe, rest here on Malonga One.
Next to the expedition base, there is a small river. Clear water, which does not hide the water world and you can easily see the fish and swimming plants living there. And the water itself, warm to the touch, charming and excellent!
Being on the planet involves a lot of mysterious and unusual things, which may not be seen on Raibonne, despite all its similarities with Malonga the first. Although here, the same trees grow, but they are not the same, a little thicker and longer. This is how it happens, with the whole world around us, in space, on the planets, the views change.
Gathered in a quickly assembled one-story building, the crew of the "Flying Ferix" began to discuss the latest tasks of the assigned expedition.
– Today, we are going to our planned place, which is, as everyone knows, a day's drive from here. As you understand, we can't land directly on that point, because of the underground, non-stone terrain there, which is bad for landing, – Tomaka said.
– Our first task now is to get to the point, find a denser ground and launch the assembly and preparatory transport, – he continued.
– The scouting robots are back, nothing dangerous has been detected, so we can work calmly and confidently, – Dr. Vella told Tomake.
– That's good. I think everyone is ready to work and if no one needs medical help or no one has changed their mind, then we continue our expedition, – Tomaka said.
The crew went to their places, and an hour later, to the edge of the forest, a logger flew up, followed by four land vehicles and another, working transport. All these actions were carried out according to the "Traffic Map", so the crew only had to be bystanders until the arrival point.
Lesolom launched the gears and spikes with which he clears the path and headed forward to the set point. Its metal tentacles began to grab the animals menacingly and throw them into a circular hole in the belly, which began to suck everything into the car like a light vortex.
The whole expedition and its equipment followed him, along a cleared, fresh, cut strip, where just now, there was a forest, instead of which, nothing now remains.
From the side, you could see how a huge iron machine, breaking almost into splinters, trees and stones. On the ground, a terrible monster crawled, devouring everything in its path, blowing up swirls of gray dust. And even, it is impossible to imagine that there is a force that can stop this forest break.
But the truth is that this is just the appearance of one side of the picture, and on the other, if you look, the canvas is white. Lesolom, absolutely safe car. It's just an ordinary metal dispenser for the materials he found. And what falls under its gears, spikes and tentacles, everything is immediately analyzed by the computer and transferred to special compartments. Part of the non-live mass is immediately processed into fuel or return cargo, and the live, along the conveyor, is sent to the cargo compartment and there, unloaded into special cages. The procedure of his actions is thought out to the smallest detail and does not harm anyone. The gears will not crush you, no thorn can pierce you, and the tentacles will not kill the living. This is a brilliant invention of cargo-handling machines, which, while it does not require modernization, will serve people for more than one generation.
All the cars began to move forward, leaving nothing behind.
– I certainly won't, – Tomaka said.
– No, I won't, – Timba said, too.
– I'm very happy about that, because I'm the only girl here, – Vella said, more boldly.
– Of course, the only girl, our princess, – Tomaka said.
– Thank you, but I'm not like that, just a good doctor, – Vella replied jokingly.
– So, we spent a day in space, and already the tackles have gone, – Pythons laughed.
– They would have sent him out to cut wood, and then, when they had cleared everything, they would have caught up with him. And what are we, following him? – Timba asked dully.
– You can not, suddenly a failure or something! It will go away for a few days ahead, then chase after it, return it, – replied the Python.
– Yes, I agree, it's better to go quietly after him than to look for him and fix what he makes, – Tomaka said.
– I see, this is done to keep our brains from boiling, – Timba said, and laughed.
– That's right, – Vella said, laughing.
In such a casual conversation, the crew drove all day, according to the calendar of Malonga first, that is, the entire distance, to the designated point.
On the spot, upon arrival, the logger stopped. The crew breathed a sigh of relief as they settled themselves and installed the equipment and supplies they had brought with them.
Huge but thin metal pipes, covered with glass disks, like mushrooms, grew everywhere. Inside, each of them has already begun the process of pumping out everything of value from the ground. The air was filled with sharp and ringing sounds, coming from invisible cracks in the pipes, from the white and gray colors of the gases. They were like thousands of nuclear explosions rising to the sky in an instant. All the living things around him had almost disappeared, leaving only the grating of metal and the clouds of vapor that covered everything. Work is done!
