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Forty-seven years later, the Osiris city-state continued to develop at an unprecedented pace. It is difficult to compare this unique metropolis with anything in our world. This is a kind of a mix of entire eras, enclosed in one time. There is electricity, but no car. Samples of nuclear energy received, but no firearms. Ultra-strong, fullerene materials have been developed, but a computer has not yet been created. Here the antediluvian technologies of ancient Greece are intertwined, with those that do not exist even in the twenty-first century. Such a strange alignment does not make civilization backward or developed against the background of others. In this order, their priorities and needs are arranged, nothing supernatural. In the political structure, little that has changed since the time of King Ormon, but they experiment with the economy every year, introducing innovative ideas in the field of taxation, the first social benefits. Loans and private equity communities are emerging. But even the economy did not keep pace with technical progress. The first metallurgical plants and conveyors were built. Hydroelectric power station, steam engines, and continuous automation: electric elevators, gates, construction hoists and much more. It even went as far as the first micro-board assembly built in to control the new fountain in the park area. The new king loved advances in technology. He saw his authority grow exponentially. Not at all afraid that during his lifetime, like his father, they would begin to deify him. On the contrary, the new king, Narus Rift, loved to be admired. Especially when you don’t even need to do anything for this. Narus was born in honor and prosperity, as they say, in golden swaddling clothes. Megalomania, from childhood instilled in him by those around him. Only thanks to the upbringing of his father, he has nobility, simplicity and justice. He is not trying to get rich wildly and enslave neighboring cities. Although, at this time, he could already bring the whole of Mesopotamia to its knees, and therefore the whole world. Having created a modest strong family, he was a role model for the common citizens of Vayelon. By the age of forty-five, he had five children from his only wife. And, for the first time, he made polygamy and polyandry not fashionable, although even his father had three wives, and his mother had two husbands.

Technical revolutions have become commonplace in the Osirian metropolis. But really big, even by their standards, grandiose changes began only a couple of years ago. They began with the fact that a group of scientists from the Council of the Wise, during the construction and equipment of underground laboratories for the study of poisonous radioactive, chemical and biological substances, stumbled upon old artifacts, technical equipment of the era of the kings of Shelber. These relics became direct evidence that even three hundred years ago, the level of development of the Nahmau already exceeded the level of development of Vayelon. There, they found a non-working, ancient sample of a nuclear reactor, a photographic lens, a freezer, and many different trinkets not seen in Osirian culture. It turns out that after the departure of the last king, the supreme governor – Raipas, sold this junk to the then Vayelonian ruler, in exchange for all his raw materials, including oil, coal, iron ore, various minerals and much more. In order to hide these valuable things, the king specifically ordered to dig underground catacombs, five tiers, fifteen meters deep. About ten years later, this same governor turned to the same Osirian king with a request to hide in his dungeon some items of incredible value for the nahmau. They made a deal, in which it was stipulated that for the keeping and silence of the king, every month, he would receive as much wealth as did not have all his subjects noblemen put together. The king naturally agreed. For this, he even ordered to deepen his dungeon by another fifteen meters, (three tiers of five meters each). Almost every floor was a kind of insurmountable test, with deadly traps. On the lowest, eighth floor, he hid strange magic medallions that the governor gave him, and a bunch of manuscripts, which included the legendary three books: Grul’s unnamed book, and two others, attempts to translate it into Nahmaut, the original writings of Svurt. After a couple of generations, the mysterious, empty catacombs were decided to be used for different needs. The first tier was equipped for a city prison for temporary detention of prisoners sentenced to death. The second tier, a secret, research laboratory, under King Mantarpen, is currently being converted into a «nano-technological development center», or NDC, and the third tier is a repository of the city treasury, or, more simply, a government bank. They tried to equip the fourth tier as a hospital, hospital, or another laboratory, but for some reason they abandoned it, leaving deserted dark corridors and rooms, with different boxes, rusted keys, and incomprehensible tools. The rest, four tiers, remained mothballed for centuries, which is quite logical. Because, on the fifth tier, the mortal labyrinth of Sharimon was built, in which valuable relics were kept, for something so much needed by the king from the distant past. By itself, passing the maze without instructions is impossible. Among other things, it is filled with deadly gases, acids, sharp, piercing objects sticking out from everywhere, sticky and slimy coatings of various substances, smeared with a thick layer on each wall. The best minds of the city racked their brains trying to deceive the system of the ingenious engineer Sharimon, but in vain. They filled, the labyrinth spent a hundred kilograms, but titanium, spinning, plates, like dampers, extinguished an explosion of any force. This is a full-fledged nuclear bunker that cannot be destroyed. After, persistent scientists tried to determine the path of the connected corridors using ultrasound. But, here too, all efforts are in vain. It turned out that each of the corridors was closed with thick metal plates, and they all opened in different ways. Only by solving the mathematical puzzles (the conditions of which are described in the instructions), it was possible to move these massive slabs, working on a principle similar to the principle of graphic keys in three-dimensional projection. Plates are fixed on powerful bearings. They moved along narrow, curved paths like huge keyholes. These wells were, in the direction of movement of the plate, which could have any shape (mainly, a circle or a square). Plates worked like sticks on a joystick. It was necessary to collect the correct combinations of shifts, from four to twelve positions, by moving the heavy slabs up, down, left or right. And all this was in a complex, convoluted labyrinth. Dozens of people disappeared there, lost or poisoned.

Only two years ago, it was possible to find the lost instructions, and to solve the riddle of the passage of the mysterious room. But, if even ordinary residents of the city composed legends about the fifth tier of the dungeon, from generation to generation, almost no one knew about the existence of the three lower tiers, including the royal family. This discovery shocked the government elite. It turns out that the lower floors were dug in secret, even from the council of the wisest. The eldest son of Rift, already heading the NDC at that time, was directly involved in the passage of the maze. Thanks to him, the most difficult tasks were solved, to unlock the steel plates. In particular, the problem of equating different classes of algorithms, which, even in the twenty-first century, is considered one of the most important unsolved mathematical problems. At this moment, we may have a lot of questions. How did the prince solve such a complex riddle, and, most importantly, how did the ancient Osiris even think of it? There is an answer. The riddles indicated in the old instructions were not written by the Osiris at all, but by the Nahmau from Shelber. Prince Haste, devoted his whole life to mathematics. Even as a teenager, he built his own system of receptivity, based on the Nahmaut school of Dakhu. This secret knowledge has been hidden for several centuries in the secret libraries of the neighboring valleys. However, some echoes of solving the most difficult theorems reach Vayelon. The idea of a fundamental logical hierarchy that generates the natural laws of physics, and all other laws, including those not observable and non-existent in nature, captured the mind of the prince from childhood. And since there was no access to the original sources, he had to reinvent it, inspired by stories about the methods {x, y}. Over time, he and his friends built a base sufficient for multifunctional applications. According to this system, many hypotheses formulated by him were solved, including the statement famous in modern mathematics:.

Finding a storage room that looked like a huge safe with mirror-shining metal, stainless walls, the scientists took out all the relics, and in anticipation rushed to study them. But the artifacts were not as interesting as the steel manhole cover leading down. To open it, it was also necessary to enter a combination, but there was not a word about the sixth tier in the instructions. After a little fiddling, the lid was cracked open by the method of selection, and we went down the stairs into a high, not at all equipped, creepy room, reminiscent of a cave from horror attractions in an amusement park. Torches were fixed on the damp, uneven, stone walls, with colored lights burning there for centuries! They hung from the ceiling like porcelain stalactites, and in the dark irregularities, between the hillocks, ventilation was carried out. Walking along a narrow stone bridge, slippery like ice, leading downhill, you can observe green lakes, illuminated by lanterns right under the water. Under the artificial cave rivers, stone gates were found, leading even lower into the dungeon. It was not difficult to open them, and on the floor below, it was no longer so dark and cold. All the water was poured into sedimentation tanks, through pipes. The seventh tier was a kind of boiler room, neatly lined with decorative tiles. Huge gas cylinders were cut into an underground vein of natural combustible deposits. This explains the appearance of heat and the source of endless energy here and tier above. Getting to the last, eighth floor was already very problematic. Firstly, the entrance there was rather non-standard – through the ceiling, the seventh tier. Secondly, it was disguised, flush with yellow tiles. The fact that the seventh tier is not the last was generally found out by chance. When one of the scientists pressed the lever plate, studying the wall coverings, he realized that this mechanism was not here for nothing, and, informing his comrades, they quickly found the remaining plates and activated them by opening the upper square hatch on the opposite side. from the entrance. There was the last trap, called the «hole of death.» This is a very narrow passageway giving the illusion of a wide passageway. If you can get there without any problems, then it is no longer possible to get out. At least twenty meters long, this loop was also made according to the principle of a labyrinth. Only, a labyrinth in which you need to crawl, and if you make a mistake and crawl into the wrong opening, you can say goodbye to life, since there is no way back. The walls narrowed in a cone at an angle, and, in the narrowest place, when moving forward, they rose imperceptibly, from the pressure on them. As if scrolling, inside, at the ends of the plates, there were lever mechanisms. They were firmly fixed, after turning, so that bending them back by inserting, for example, a stick would not work. This ancient trap was known to the Osiris from time immemorial, however, the scientists burning with excitement bought into it, and crawled inside ahead of their servants. It was no longer possible to get them out alive. It was decided to burn their bodies with an explosion, at the same time expanding the damned rocky holes. A series of explosions helped to cope with the «burrow of death» and the discoverers received a fair reward for their work. The eighth tier, later called the «devil’s library».

When the mysterious books of sorcerers fall into the hands of scientists, they usually lose all their aura, magic and become ridiculous, in the hands of omniscient geniuses. Smart people ridicule the primitive tales that are taken seriously by the majority, which have little in common with science. Beautiful trinkets, in the form of medallions and hand bracelets, did not attract Haste’s attention. Only one hourglass caught his eye. In an ordinary glass vessel with a thin neck, all the sand adhered to the top of the container, and the bottom was empty. At first, without attaching importance to this, he decided that the sand was simply soldered to the glass, but turning them over, he saw the sand thread rush back up, which amazed him. After all, not sand, not glass do not possess such a force of magnetism. This was the first thing that he could not explain for so long, racking his brains for months in his laboratory. But, the team of the senior prince, the most devoted to science of the Osiris, was more interested in one nameless rectangular book, with the most beautiful cover, of volumetric geometric shapes. Too much it resembled the same «Origin», partially described by Selim Svurt in his «Book of Life», found here in the original. The «Book of Life» has a round shape, just like «Svurt’s Law». Because it was written in Nahmaut. Another interesting fact: all Nahmau books, every single one, are either round or oval. Most likely, this is directly related to their writing, which consisted of only one circle. But, all these books have long been rewritten by the Osiris into the usual square books for us. Every self-respecting scientist, including Haste, and the council of the wisest, the council of Fimirel and the governors of Shelber, obeyed the «Law of Svurt». She was obeyed even in the farthest corners of the earth, those who did not even know about her existence. Therefore, like everyone who did not obey the «Book of Life», he obeyed the book «Law of Svurt», it is «The Teaching of Selim» (rewritten by the high priests in a more restrained and improved form). How it works? And why, the tribes of all races and peoples, from kings to beggars, from generation to generation, lived according to the rules of Svurt, without even realizing it? The secret is that it was not people who adjusted to the books, but, on the contrary, the books adjusted to people’s lives. «The Book of Life» is a book with scientific, sensory knowledge of the world, where the reader is the creator himself. Its methods are so diverse that they can be used to predict the future development of civilization, in terms of technological progress. The Teachings of Selim is a unique religious book, in a similar way, uniting all believers in some supernatural beings, into a common group. It is painted in such a way that any religion can be entered into it. From the one god and pagan idols, to the worship of flowers and bulls. In the «Teachings of Selim» the Almighty has no name, no history, no specific morality of the separation of good and evil, and does not even have his own numerical number. He always has a complete material appearance, and, at the same time, does not have it, also in full. This makes it not only omnipresent, but also unites it with our world in such a way that God is not a separate entity of the universe, and not its inner part. And, infinity itself, emptiness and matter – are part of its essence. Therefore, all the deeds that mortals do in our humble world are not divided into bad or good, because, as, they are done not just by his will, but by himself. But, if the Almighty were always so diverse, he would not be able to bring morality to the world of the living. Therefore, his omnipresence is capable of being divided into endless stages of personality formation. A well-known excerpt from the book «Svurt’s Law»: «Qur’an 6, Magat 1 (orig. From nahmau: enlightenment 6, chapter 1): Do well not for yourself, but for God. But, since you are a part of God, do well for yourself. Do good to your friend, he is also a part of God. Do well to your enemy, because even he is a part of God. «But, it is possible to build a reverse logic that does not contradict the «Svurt’s Law»: do not help either your friend or your enemy, if you want it, then God wants it too. Therefore, the book was supplemented to exclude such thinking. In the new, rewritten book, «The Teachings of Selim», the Almighty concentrates his energy in certain places, which only he perceives as a single whole. These lumps of energy are the mind, which has a simplified, limited receptivity. This limitation allows the mind to hold its essence (to live the time allotted to it) in the projection that it is aware of. By the way, the mind here replaces the soul, spirit and similar disembodied foundations of the personality, in contrast to more primitive religions. «The Teachings of Selim» affects a person like a powerful psychological book, forcing the personality to develop culturally and morally, gradually removing the limitations of temptations. The higher the spiritual level of a person, the more she is allowed actions and thoughts that are forbidden for less conscious people who can be dangerous both for themselves and for others by their lack of understanding of something and not restraint before anyone. It is wrong to harm someone. This weakens the one-man management striving for perfection, the collective mind. And, even if for the Almighty it doesn’t matter whether you do good or selfish deeds, you doom yourself to disbandment, moral decay, which leads to intellectual and bodily decay. Your desires will never be fulfilled, and you will always experience the same length of time. From a bunch of energy, of their own free will becoming emptiness. Only kings and various thinkers, whose spiritual level is the highest, can be frightened by such an outcome. For simple people, there are simpler outcomes. You can, for example, blaze for eternity in the good old hellish flame, surrounded by hairy men with tails and horns, and for good deeds, life will continue in luxurious castles overgrown with vineyards. Life after death has thousands of variations here. You can be reborn into any animal, go to heaven, parallel worlds or stellar oceans. The peculiarity is that the stages of formation are not indicated explicitly, only their constituent abilities and ways of thinking are listed. In the same way as punishments for crimes in the next world are not spelled out, in the form of an explicit sentence. The book clearly describes all kinds of models of people’s behavior, for each of which there is its own instruction, encouragement and sentence, which must be compared with its own worldview. The reader finds himself in this hodgepodge, and instinctively draws conclusions about himself that are pleasing to the book.

Shrines of different religions, but one ideology are being built throughout Mesopotamia, and far beyond its borders. There are two general religious, main temples, and the third is almost completed in Vayelone. The first temple is Birhatten, in the Rohvem valley, and the second is the royal tower in the Shelber valley, where the main object of worship is the throne of Selim Svurt. Therefore, no one has the right to sit on it, even the supreme governor. In the «Teachings of Selim» there are many interesting things that manipulate the minds of people of all religions, but they will be fully revealed a little later, using a real example. With the help of this book, you can manage a variety of completely different religions. Agnostics, atheists, and just people who never think about their mission, had to live according to the «Book of Life», which is the basis of any statehood. The Book of Life, like the Teaching of Selim, dictated the conditions for a «correct» life. It is being introduced into human life, at all levels. How to defecate correctly, how to walk, run, swim. How to fight, laugh, fall in love, dress properly. How to fight, dance, invent. Which cultures to create and which not to allow. All this is scheduled for hundreds of generations and several eras to come. That the book, that this, does not force, but recommends doing certain things in order to move on to others, more important. So, along a long chain, achieving the specified goals, moving everything to new and new goals, up to incarnation into an infinite, unified mind, like God from the «Teachings of Selim». These goals, as well as the ways of their achievement, are spelled out in the smallest detail, as if, the author, personally lived all these stages of the formation of civilization. Many peoples are eager to destroy these books, to forget them as a nightmare. But, with each passing year, the Nahmau spread their obsessive teachings further and further. Vayelon naturally did not pass by. He has long been a victim of this multifaceted ideology. And, the royal family, turned as prisoners of the «Book of Life». From this point on, we will begin the story of the struggle between common sense and a dubious ending, to which the legendary «Origins» leads.

Today is a typical city weekday. Horses, as if in a race, rush around the area in a circular motion. Before us is Grompi, the most beautiful of the city’s squares, which has greatly changed in recent years. Winding platforms, floors are superimposed on each other, with flowering, vegetative partitions, and between them is clear water flowing from the fountain of a fabulous bird, which, perhaps, remained the only untouched structure in this interior. She’s too delightful. During the Narus Rift, a lot has changed for the better. But, this is not only his merit. More precisely, not him at all. It just so happened that the current tsar was born in the era of renaissance, and rules in the era of the technical revolution. All he needs to do so that, without that, happy people admire him even more, is to push beautiful speeches in public and smile beautifully. And he did it best of all. Queen Kmagam is his only consort and the love of his life. Purebred Osirian. Beautiful and smart, at forty-five, she can still compete with young maidens. The wise woman is actively involved in the urban economy, makes the most important strategic decisions and has great influence in the council of the wisest, of which she is a member. Narus trusts her as he trusts himself. For twenty-five years of marriage, they have learned about their halves, perhaps more than about themselves. Having gone through everything that you can imagine: quarrels, partings, jealousy, goodbye, tears and joy. Their three sons and two daughters are typical youth. Parents raised the children they dreamed of. They are humble, honest, strong and determined. True, the parents are slightly worried about the youngest daughter Mikhad, with her weirdness and excessive pathos. They are also worried about the eldest son of Haste, who he is mentally ill, and overly keen on science. Society does not like people like Haste and Mikhad, therefore, parents, worried about family authority, decided to protect them as much as possible from public events, allowing them to always do what they love, separately from everyone, in their small companies.

The elite of society always gathers on Grompi Square, but this is only in the daytime. At night, decent people go home, and the marginal’s come out from around the corners in search of profit. Vayelon was not a highly criminal city. By the standards of modern cities, crime is quite high here, however, in a world where there are no restrictions, except for the «Book of Life» and «The Teachings of Selim», this figure is quite normal. Osiris are used to solving their own problems. It is so accepted in their culture. If you turn to the state to help solve your problem, this is an «act of helplessness». Although the authorities fundamentally disagree with this, and criticize those who promote lynching. The residents of the city have Belfi (a document that is a birth certificate and a passport at the same time). This document is issued at birth, or when moving to the city, for permanent residence, immediately giving the owner all rights and responsibilities. Therefore, the concept of «minor» is not here. Martak (a document for temporary stay, like a visa) is issued for a period of three to sixty days, to merchants, tourists, ambassadors and other important representatives of third-party states, as well as ordinary refugees, as a shelter. In the city, the freedoms of citizens are so high that the government does not require any obligations, except for the implementation of quite adequate basic laws related to murder, theft, robbery, libel, fraud, and so on. And, civil laws that regulate family relationships, relations between workers and employers, as well as prohibit representing the positions, mores and culture associated with the oppression of certain groups of persons. There is not even here, and there has never been conscript military service. Moreover, in the case of full mobilization, citizens can voluntarily replenish the ranks of the army, or they can simply watch out the window, at a real battle, drinking tea. Only in the event of a seizure of power, the rights of citizens can be sharply curtailed, and they understand this. Therefore, it is unlikely that an adequate person will be indifferent to the war, because, together with his city, they will capture, and his way of life, and maybe even be killed without trial or investigation. The entire system of relationships, citizens and government, is arranged to the maximum on a voluntary basis. For example, taxes are paid by everyone, not because you will be punished, but because it is part of the culture of how to tip. If you cannot pay taxes, then you are of low social status, helpless, miserable and everything like that. And those who pay taxes, the state donates them to education, medicine, sick, frail old people, and such flawed as those who do not pay. There are also enough shortcomings in their system, and the most cunning use them for their own good. If the state asks from citizens a minimum of obligations, it is the same, it observes a minimum of obligations to citizens. Ideally, only the judicial and law enforcement system works. The so-called salaries, pensions, and even more so, some kind of benefits, simply do not exist. Very limited budget jobs, there are only in the field of science, medicine and religion. All other institutions are supported by the altruism of high-ranking entrepreneurs, which is probably the main flaw of the entire social structure. All spheres of employment here are built and exist on donations from the rich, who, instead of robbing the people, invest in it in order to later make a profit in the long term. If you want to be eligible for a social support program, please sign a contract with a private organization, which in turn undertakes to provide different packages, depending on the needs and social status. But, in this way, you will officially subscribe to slavery. Everyone must find a way to make money on their own. And this is a big minus for an ordinary person. This does not allow you to constantly be self-confident, protected enough to make long-term life plans. Being a bum, homeless and unemployed is not profitable here, although it is not illegal. Due to the lack of support from the population, the problem with the homeless, even in such a relatively small society, is already very acute, forcing the state only a little worried and lazy to take measures to create the first shelters, and free nutritious food. Private organizations all the more do not want to deal with social problems, because it no longer has any relation to business. Often, homeless marginalized people and idlers who eat from the trash heap and pooping anywhere are driven to suburban work, on a voluntary-compulsory basis. Those who resist are simply handed over to hospitals as mentally ill, or driven to the outskirts of the city so as not to inconvenience the bulk of citizens with their stench and extremely defiant behavior. Recently, these groups of people are growing exponentially, despite the fact that they are still in the overwhelming minority, they already represent enough force to raise a rebellion. Social disunity since the time of King Ormon has been reduced to a minimum, but it has spawned national movements that raise the status of the majority and belittle the status of minorities. Previously, the Osiris of Vayelon spoke at least seventeen dialects. The speech was so different that most of the Osiris did not understand themselves, just not a single word. Therefore, in case of forced communication, an interpreter was seriously required. A simple Osirian family, it did not matter who lived in the house opposite them: Nahmau, Sabars, Sumerians, black Libyans, narrow-eyed Asians, or other Osiris. Many of the Osiris families had nothing in common. They spoke different dialects, believed in different gods, and were of different cultures. Nothing united them, except for state laws. This was both a plus and a minus. Having created general education schools and a single language standard, the government rallied the majority into one big family, but the minority, who were alien to innovative ideas, became strangers.

All farms and industrial enterprises are private organizations of bankers, large traders and other nobles, which are closely monitored by the council of the wisest. The city is governed by the only Filzas order – something like a party, the ideology of the Osiris, which includes all the attributes of power, culture, knowledge and even a way of thinking. There are three councils in Filzas: the royal council, the council of the eldest and wisest, as well as the organization of mekrs and all private organizations. Filzas, was founded three hundred years ago, at about the same time as the city itself. The Osiris state system is rather atypical than wrong. The constructed hierarchy resembles imperfect capitalism mixed with anarchist democracy. All existing institutions, it turned out to be implemented in practice, only at the expense of a relatively small society, and then, most of them, rely solely on the belief in further prosperity.

Tunor walked slowly through the wide streets of the city. There were difficult negotiations yesterday. Making concessions to the authorities is getting harder and harder. They don’t want to hear about the creation of a new order. Today, he decided to take a day off and leave this damn room of the NDC to get some fresh air. Otherwise, you can forget what the sun looks like. The girls give him, apparently forty years old, but in fact, forty-one. Large, curly hair, swarthy, of medium height and strong build, he resembled a typical Osiris. On it hangs an old, worn-out sand-colored dress. People passing by cannot even recognize the great innovative engineer of the present time. People of all professions and nationalities have gathered in this place. What eccentrics you will not find here. Three-eyed Jack, riding a three-wheeled cart, five hundred kilogram fat Wadah, to a circus performance. Oh, and take a look here, in the Bironfer seafood shop. Some type, dressed up in a costume of a nasty octopus and its tentacles dragging along the ground, are trying to bite off the dogs. Poor fellow, I had to throw a big fish for them to get left behind. A strange woman, in a black, tight dress, without a lower jaw, with a hanging tongue, leads two tall giraffes, behind long chains, tied to their collars. The little girl, seeing her missing part of her face, hid behind an elderly woman, enthusiastically bargaining for watermelons, near the counter. A boy, about seven years old, in a white shirt tucked into black pants pulled up to the knee, slowly rolls on a scooter, wearing a bright hat with a visor in front, strongly reminiscent of a modern baseball cap. Here, they sold dyed camels with blue heads, and black and red stripes on the body, like a zebra, fooling people, for fabulous sums. A little further, you can see even more interesting donkeys and horses, which were sewn in long horns, built up feather, artificial tails, similar to peacocks, and drove to various dudes with a mark-up twice as expensive. Two-trunk elephants, a rare breed, were made an artificial, brightly thick mane, and they looked more like cartoon toys than living creatures. It seems that everyone is busy with their own business, but the world of bustle here is closely intertwined with vacationers, just sitting and not thinking about anything. These are not homeless people, but just elderly people. They sit carelessly on the sidelines and watch those around them. One of these was a strange, blind old man, in a burgundy robe with a burnt, disfigured face, and white eyes. He looked towards Tunor, as if he was watching him. Or maybe he just has a phobia. After all, Tunor, there was someone to hide from, and there was something to hide. A terrible grandfather was burned, probably during the great siege, fifty years ago. But, to the meeting, there was a young man, a little above average in height, dressed already more presentable. In a blue raincoat and a light protective corset. This is prince Haste, his own person. It is impossible not to notice him, even if he was dressed, as simply as his friend. Eccentric habits, gait and manner of communication immediately betray him. He is strange to the point of insanity. Distorted, deceptive facial expressions always convey not the feelings that he actually feels, but during an argument, his hands, constantly shaking in front of his head, try to drive away the thoughts or words of the interlocutor that are unwanted by him. Trying to ignore those around him, the young prince is clearly in a hurry. It’s very appearance in broad daylight in the city center is a phenomenon.

– Where are you going? – not having time to reach his comrade, asks the prince.

«To the mall,» Tunor replied with a smile.

– What is there to do? The young man raised his eyebrows in bewilderment.

– Just take a walk. Chat with merchants from distant lands, maybe what news they tell, treat you with sweets. I found that symbol on page eight. You’re looking for me for this, don’t you?

– Exactly, behind this, – Haste pressed his lips tightly. He took a small roll of parchment from his chest pocket. «Is this symbol here?» – Excitedly asking, he pokes him in the face.

«I don’t remember… Although,» he moved back and took the scrap in his hands. Complex hieroglyphs are carved there. It is not an Osirian language, nor is it a Jerichan. It had nothing to do with our spelling at all. Taking out a small silver pencil-like stick, he carved out another incomprehensible symbol. – In my opinion, it was so, – he returned the envelope to the prince, and was about to move on, but the prince stopped him, taking his hand and turning him back to face him. – What happened? Have you already figured out the sequence? Frowning, he snatched his hand away.

– Not. If you helped us, maybe they would. Neilie can’t do it alone.

«So help her,» Tunor replied, wrinkling his forehead. – Hiding the package in his pocket, Haste narrowed his eyes suspiciously, looking into his eyes: – Don’t make me follow you, Tunor. Yesterday, you were late at the meeting again. Perhaps you should not be replaced by someone else. Do not misunderstand, I trust everyone equally (the employees of the NDC), but when our only public figure, privately communicates with the authorities, who give us an ultimatum in favor of our own planned development, it makes me twitch more than usual. I know that the issues you are discussing will not lead to consensus. And, I do not know what else can be thought of to fool their brains, at least until the end of this year.

«I am not holding on to my position, my prince.» He smiled, and the nostrils of his crooked nose, covered in beads of sweat, widened. – You can put anyone in my place, but I will never betray our oath and our dream.

– I guess I look like a senile. You know how curious I am. Agree, the temptation is great. Moreover, we are not going to bend in front of them, which means that they will take action in the near future.

– It’s my fault, Haste. – Sadly Tunor lowered his eyes. «I promise I’ll do my best and figure out how to fool the advice.

– I will be very grateful to you, – the prince turned around, and with a quick step went to where he came from.

– We need something more than clay abacus, – a slightly plump man, in sandals and a white shirt, stands in the middle of the NDC control room. His name is Vaidah. An ingenious inventor, chemist, mathematician and just a dreamer. By nation, he is a purebred Nahmau. Both of his parents are from the Shelber Valley. They died, under mysterious circumstances, when he was still a child. He, along with other orphans, was taken to the Vayelon orphanage, at the request of the village elders. – Our electronic calculator, promises to be fast, multifunctional machines. It will take years to design the hardware and code it correctly. But, in no other way. Is the information in the book worth the effort? – he began to stomp around a square table running along the walls, on the blue, luminous floor.

– As far as I understand, we have solved all the symbols, but we are not able to read? – asked a young girl sitting at this gray, metal table, just opposite him.

– Right. We know the meaning of all sixteen thousand three hundred thirty-seven characters. But we cannot read them without knowing the sequence of reading. It is completely chaotic.

«Not chaotic,» corrected another man sitting next to the woman. This is Assam – one of Haste’s closest friends. Another classmate of his. – We found out that its content obeys the dependence of two to the power of x square minus one. But, in order to find out which character follows which, it is necessary to brute force them, as a single unbreakable chain.

– Exactly, – that plump eccentric approached them, tightly squeezing his hands into the castle. – Here, the only catch is that the combinations corresponding to the full search are only links, pointers to the true text. These symbols are words, numbers and geometrical values at the same time. Thus, this text encodes itself twice. Only with the help of a powerful calculating machine can the reading sequence be understood.

– Incredible. The one who encrypted this must be a real madman, – the woman was enthusiastically indignant, stroking the voluminous cover of a large, unnamed book lying in front of her. Then, she quickly flipped through the pages in order.

«Be careful, Neilie,» Haste approached her, grabbing the book and putting it aside. – Perhaps this book is not from our world.

– Come on, – the fat man in the white shirt laughed. – You wouldn’t believe it just because you found an hourglass next to her, going backwards? Perhaps this is one of Lafar’s books on programming methods {x, y}.

– It would be nice if so, – Before the prince floated a whole collection of different clocks, under glass, recessed in the stained-glass wall. There were also arrow stands, solar, mechanical, and, of course, classic sand. «Lafar was not crazy enough to encrypt his books this way. And besides, who cares? As far as I know, no one understood his books, except for a handful of his mentors. – Taking in his hands one of these large glass vessels, in a beautiful stone case, he approached his fellow inventors. This semi-mechanical old watch, he got from his grandfather, as a gift. Inside the container, there are round discs and thin gears. Blue, fine-grained sand, distributed between these discs, with a mesh bottom. Separate sections showed hours, minutes, days, years, full moons, and solar eclipses. Putting this decorative item on the table, he silently watched as sand poured from different sections at different speeds.

«This clock, made in Shelber,» he finally broke the silence. – To find out what time we live in, you don’t have to turn them over for years. When the minutes are up, the hours remain higher. When the days are up, there will be years, and then eclipses. But, sooner or later, they still have to be turned over. – In his other hand was a watch from the dungeon. He placed them next to his watch, watching the grains of sand rising in it. – If the sand fell first down and then up, they would work forever. I know that eternity inextricably connects us with the world around us. We must devote all our efforts to building an electronic computer, and read this devilish book next month.

– What?! – Vaidah was indignant, clutching his stubble. – It’s impossible. Why is there so little time?

«If this is the book mentioned in Svurt’s Law, Shelber’s governors will want to take it for themselves. Our find cannot remain a secret for long. Moreover, we all know that unknown diseases are spreading in the Nahmaut valleys, turning people into monsters. Perhaps this book, which they are so diligently searching for, is to blame. Having learned that for more than one century, it turns out, we were hiding from them, their main treasure, without a doubt, they will decide to crush Vayelon to the ground. If, fifty years ago, Rohvem did not need even a reason for the attack, then what can we say about our case. Damn the king who decided to bury this thing right below us. He set us up pretty well.

«Shelber and Vayelon have always been on good terms,» a young woman stood up from the table. «Let’s make some books and just give the original to the Supreme Governor,» she suggested, blinking her big brown eyes.

– There is no more supreme governor, – Haste spread his fingers on his hand and brought them to his chin. – Galbront imprisoned himself in an eternal prison, fearing the complications of the disease, uncontrollable strength and rage. The previous viceroy, Okkrat, jumped out of the window. And, the one that was even before him was killed by his own guards. In the Shelber Valley there has been no contact with the outside world for a long time. They are already dangerous to themselves. What kind of good relationship are you talking about? You better stay tuned, Neilie, otherwise why are you here?

«Actually, you yourself called me here,» indignantly, she straightened the long bangs of her short haircut. – I am the only person in the city who would have translated this book for you in two days.

«I don’t care about the translation,» he jumped wildly towards her, frightening the fragile woman. – Better tell me how to read it correctly?

– Fuck off, – she pushed him, with both hands and left the underground laboratory.

«Don’t get excited, my prince,» Assam put his hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. – Women love good manners. You should have learned from them, otherwise, you won’t be able to find a worthy wife. – Haste removed his hand from himself, and, grumbling something under his breath, put his watch back into the sideboard.

– Who would talk about a worthy wife, – Vaidah laughed at him, finally, sitting down at the table. – We all would not be disturbed by worthy women. Using the services of priestesses is no longer so interesting. I want a little more to be loved. Hey, what’s wrong with you, aren’t you listening? Assam ignored him. His stone face, completely emotionless, as if under hypnosis, and his eyes look at one point. Slowly turning his head, he looked around, as if someone had possessed him, or he had come here for the first time. He has never been seen like this before.

– Again these strange feelings, – the boy grabbed his face. – This is the first time this happens to me at such a time. Maybe it’s all the same controversy? Wake up, wake up, wake up, – he begins to lightly beat himself on the head. Noticing that something was wrong with him, Haste went up to his friend, helped him to sit at the table, and gave him a glass of coffee. – You said that this is innate in me, – he turns to the prince, – then why, I now feel it again. The attacks became sudden. Previously, they were cyclical, now, they are completely random.

«What is he talking about?» Dambi, the most outstanding employee in the field of applied mathematics, approached them. He is thirty-four years old and one of the leading minds of the NRC. Most of the ideas considered both in theory and in practice are offered by them. Its potential seems limitless. Haste himself, considers only two people to be stronger than himself in mathematics, these are Dambi and Vaidah. Outwardly, he is good, but leads a reclusive lifestyle. His father was Osiris, who abandoned them even before his birth, and his mother was Nahmau, who fled from Rohvem. Now he lives with her.

– And you still do not know that our friend has such an ability, or an illness, when he falls into a special state. New feelings are opening up in him, «» Vaidah explained to him.

«Interesting,» Assam feels his fingers. – It started ten years ago. I was fifteen or sixteen then. These strange sensations manifested themselves once a month, maximum two. They arose at a strictly defined time. Exclusively at the moment when I fall asleep, and when I wake up. This transition, from the state of sleep to the state of wakefulness, is always accompanied by a fall from the familiar reality. Literally for a couple of minutes, but during this time, I manage to understand the world more than in my entire previous life. I feel all objects around me, as if they are an inseparable part of my body. I also feel my body, unusual, as if it were an object, such as a table or a cup. In this state, I came up with ideas about representing the universe in minimal geometric units of dimension. It would be nice if I could manage it all. Change the physical condition and structure of the environment. But, alas, reality is not a children’s fairy tale. This is a challenging game.

– Very difficult, buddy, – Vaidah shook him by the shoulder.

«But we’ll pass it,» Dambi replied calmly, leaving to the other side of the room in search of his documentation. – Let’s pass with dignity or stay in it forever…

– The second option is more attractive, I have to admit – added Haste, getting ready to go to the test instruments department. Casting a glance at Assam, he jabbed a finger on his cheek. – We will find the cause and effect of your seizures as soon as we have free time. Plus, they are good for you. We all could use this feeling. Imagine if Dambi and Vaidah begin to feel the surrounding objects, as you do. They already see the world in too much detail, I’m afraid with your ability, they will become gods.

– It seems to me that these psychos were born in such a state, – laughs Assam, following the departing prince. – They are just silent, cunning.

«All nahmau are born like that,» Dambi heard him, tearing himself away from his wires and connecting ply plates with an ironic smile. – Just to be afraid to admit it. We, it turns out, are the apostles of Selim, half people, half gods, according to the Osirian priests. Do not forget, in Vayelon there is a law not to oppress all peoples and nationalities, therefore nahmau, it is forbidden to hold all managerial positions, especially in the council.

– Well, well, it’s time to introduce amendments to this law, – his interlocutor grinned. – The superiority of the Nahmau over others is too obvious, and the rest of the peoples are enraged, especially the Osiris, who make up eighty percent of the total population, Assam says, drinking coffee. – Envy or pity, two opposite feelings, equally leading to disgust. This is where the first signs of nationalism are born. The people have already staged demonstrations about the eviction of the Nahmau diaspora, who never work in regular jobs. All of them are either dependents, or on creative, incomprehensible employment. Sabars, Vutes and Sumerians are the best performers. Of course, I condemn this, but not just like that in the era of the last kings, the Nahmau took them into slavery. Osiris are good traders, organizers, and managers. Well, nahmau, by nature, are inventors, innovators and discoverers.

– Let’s close this topic before the committee of Osirian activists tumbled down here, – Dambi raised one eyebrow, lazily stretching in his chair. «You don’t want to go back to your extinct village. Laughing in response, Assam took his place of work, immersed in endless equations and numbers.

Assam life story.

He was an inconspicuous child. Calm and weak of character. Older brothers brought up humility in him, although he did not like to fulfill all their whims. Assam bore the surname Tehto when his family lived in the village of Zunk, Rohvem Valley. Father, his nahmau, priest in exile. He participated in unsuccessful uprisings against Fimirel, for which he was desecrated, and all his property was confiscated. Mother, from Vayelon, an agile Osirian, whom, at that time, still look for. She worked as a geologist, having traveled all over Mesopotamia. She knew well the geography of mineral deposits. On one of her expeditions, she stopped for the night in the village of Zunk, where she met her other half. Assam was the fourth of six children in the family. He was not matched as the elder, and he was not nursed as the younger. He was so inconspicuous, and unnecessary to anyone, that he was often forgotten everywhere. Either in the field, during the harvest, when a five-year-old kid had to dig a hole for himself at night so that the wolves would not eat it. The next morning, the parents still remembered him and took him home. He was forgotten at school, at a party, at holidays. The older brothers even laughed at him about this, giving him the nickname Prokhva, which in Nahmau means forgotten or erased, and in Osirian, the same word means lost. When Assam was twelve, he, along with his brothers and sisters, moved to live in Vayelon with their grandmother. By that time, his mother was missing. They say she wandered into the forest of the dead. Father, went on the run, and most likely was killed by savages. While continuing his studies at the Osiris school, at fifteen, he met a beautiful girl, whom he tried to look after. But, she did not reciprocate, especially since she is two years older than him, and she had a whole bunch of fans. Assam’s first love did not break his heart. Three years later, at the Institute of Technical Sciences, where he entered, at the request of his grandmother, he met another beauty, with whom everything worked out this time. It would seem that life is going on the right track and the happy couple already dreamed of getting married, but one day everything changed. It was the day that his most famous and weirdest classmate, Crown Prince Haste, called for help, with the refinement of vector diagrams, to create a rotor less alternator, in his laboratory. Well versed in the geometry and physics of particle fluxes, Assam drew not only vector and topographic diagrams, but also proposed to remake the generator device, which has now become a classic. Delotoy and Dambi, who at that time already worked in the same team, were pleased with the boy’s abilities, and invited him to join the NDC. To officially register as a workers’ organization, they needed people, preferably talented. Haste bribed the guy with his charisma, promising him a job with the highest income in the city. Having trusted him, the naive Assam left the institute, to which his girlfriend reacted very sharply. She wanted to be with him constantly together, and he was afraid to remain in poverty, looking at the example of his relatives. His grandmother died suddenly, and the brothers had nothing to live on. They sold the house and became miserable vagabonds, begging for handouts and crawling through the back streets. Two have already been stabbed. My sister got a job in a brothel to please the nobles and bankers. Such a life did not suit Assam. He really wanted to help his family, but he could not. He didn’t want to get a job. Everywhere they pay pennies, but you have to work from morning to night. And here, such an opportunity. The prince himself suggested. He will not deceive him. And, indeed, he did not deceive. Two years later, they were legalized, and the NDC received funding for the first time, at first even from the council of the wisest, but later, when the employees began to work only in their own interests, funding was only from the royal council. Plans to create a serious, independent organization collapsed, and now the NDC has become something of an entertainment for the whimsical son of wealthy parents. And everyone works here, one might say for the food. And the atmosphere is not the most comfortable. Only a common belief in their some incomprehensible ideas makes them continue to create the impossible over and over again. Assam no longer feels constrained as a child. Here, in the laboratory, he revealed himself as a person, from all sides. His character remained soft, but the employees, unlike his arrogant brothers, do not use it. He is not cruel, and not merciful, he is what he was taught to be. And they taught him to be extraordinary: cunning, but fair, prudent but not greedy, sensual, but reasonable, charming and athletic, always ready to stand up for himself and his comrade. To bend his line or to compromise, he is not so good at it. Anyway, everyone likes this guy. In a friendly company, like a child, he rejoices at every success. His mood deteriorates only when he thinks about the girl who abandoned him, who is already married and has two children. But he is not jealous. He is glad that she is happy, and does not blame fate for the fact that they were not destined to be together. Just a natural feeling of resentment, and injustice, sometimes wake up in him, temporarily catching up with the task.

Vaidah life story.

This guy was born in the village of Taupin, the legendary Shelber Valley. Father, Samiho Mirve-Tazakht was an outstanding shipbuilder. His designs include at least a dozen different vessels. From small, reed boats, to large, iron liners, on real motors. At one point, his career soared so high that he lived in the castle, side by side with the governors. Vaidah’s mother, Pakela, is an inconspicuous, modest woman, leading a peasant lifestyle, owning a decent farm. They got to know each other during the flood, when the fields with the crops were flooded with the river, after the flood. Samiho’s ships moved to the aid of the villagers to rescue the remaining supplies of the farmers. It was there that a desperate woman met a stately engineer. Her iron character and correct, judicious actions during an emergency did not leave him indifferent. The woman had nothing to lose, and he took her to his castle. There, they had three children, and all three died in childbirth. Deciding that it was the walls of the castle that put pressure on the woman’s fruits, she persuaded her to leave for the nearby village of Topin. But, there, she could not get pregnant at all, for more than two years, and the couple had already decided that they would be left without children, and then, for their happiness, they succeed. The long-awaited child was the only and beloved in the family. He got both affection and abuse. After his father was fired, due to a complete reshuffle of personnel in Shelber, he could not stand such a loss. Work was the meaning of his life, and his family only supplemented it. During a quarrel with his wife, they left the house somewhere and did not return. Little Vaidah sat under the covers in his bed all night, waiting for his parents. They were not there not in the morning, not for lunch, and even for dinner. He found himself to eat, and at the age of seven, he went to the castle, to the governors, to find out about his relatives. There, he was caught by the guards and, after listening to his story, sent him to the committee of abandoned children in a neighboring village. It is a charitable organization owned by the priests of the Selim Temple. There were few places in the rural shelter, and the abandoned children became more and more, therefore, at the age of nine, he, along with twenty-five other children, was sent in another batch to the Vayelon orphanage school, to study and permanent residence. The guy immediately revealed his gift in the exact sciences. He studied the material much faster than his classmates. The teachers paid attention to him and put him on a special, accelerated training program. Having entered the institute, already at the age of fourteen, the maturing child prodigy continued to amaze with his analytical abilities. Having studied all the material, he began to delve into the little-studied areas of mathematics, to satisfy his own curiosity. His innate talent, combined with inexorable perseverance, thirst for knowledge, allowed him to put forward the most unthinkable hypotheses. The older Vaidah became, the more he devoted himself to science, which became his whole life, already by the age of eighteen. Due to his full employment, the guy has never even been in a relationship. Only at the age of twenty, he first used the services of priestesses from brothels. His character is strange. He is always without emotional and no one knows what is in his head. He behaves too adequately and restrained, which reminds more of a computer than a person. His calm attitude to all situations in life is rather frightening. He is not a murderer or a pervert, however, if circumstances allowed, he could calmly watch as small children are drowned, or they are burned alive. Unlike Assam, there is very little human left in Vaidah, despite the fact that he tries not to be different from others, and to look natural, at least in the circle of his friends. His morals are atypical. He can enjoy the heavy cream for hours, at ease, spreading it around the edges. He can be funny when others are sad, and vice versa, depressed, when the general company is in a joyful mood. For the sake of achieving his goals, he is ready for anything. Vaidah is not a principled person, but a very strong-willed person. He makes decisions hundreds of steps ahead, like a robot, calculating all possible outcomes. He is able to compromise, and knows how to listen to all points of view. For him, there are no authorities, so the opinion of street rascals, for him, is no different from the opinion of the council of the wisest, or his comrades in the NDC. He subjects each judgment to a detailed analysis, comparing it with real facts, and his own vision of the world. Vaidah, does not lead a healthy lifestyle, which is already beginning to affect his condition. A full physique and diabetes mellitus significantly complicate a man’s life, despite the advice of his comrades, he is not going to change anything, stating that he is quite happy with everything. Pale, yellowing, not healthy skin on his face, a lack of vitamins and lack of physical activity, also provoke his first heart and blood pressure problems, in his, then, twenty-five years. Every time a man promises his friends that as soon as he meets a soul mate, he will immediately bring he is in shape. In recent years, after he became famous, several girls still tried to try something with him, but his requirements were too high. It turns out, Vaidah, give almost a goddess of beauty, a great mind, so that she can do everything, and be in time everywhere. But, he himself is the complete opposite. Not neat and not handsome. She washes once a week, shears her hair once every six months, shaves as needed, and barely changes her clothes. Its narrow nose with wide nostrils was pointed at the end like a bird’s beak. Brown eyes, wavy, always disheveled dark hair and black eyebrows fused into one. Plump lips, curled up in a bow, ears almost bent into a tube, and a characteristically protruding, unshaven second chin, make his mug look like a fabulous pig. His appearance was often laughed at, but he learned not to pay attention to it. Previously, like everyone else, Vaidah was a vulnerable person and very often cried over trifles. Now, it is not so easy to offend him. He’s ironic enough, and he’s still a troll. Can laugh at himself at any time, even when it seems inappropriate. It can be very difficult to separate his sarcasm from a serious statement. He loves to chat just like that, on a variety of topics, but he will never talk about his dreams or problems that do not leave his head every day. Vaidah is not one of those who like to be frank, he just does his job, gradually approaching his goals.

Dambi life story.

The most mysterious, almost the oldest, and the smartest employee at the NDC. Dambi rarely interacts with people. As a child, he had periods when, for years, he could not say a word. The character is very secretive. It happens that you can’t get a word out of him, but he himself, like an ordinary genius, is terribly curious. Unlike Vaidah, whom he is nine years older, he looks younger than him and a million times prettier. His brutal face with a perfect physique and tall stature makes him look more like a model or actor than an outstanding mathematician. Combed back, raised up, uncharacteristic, dark brown hair always looks aesthetically pleasing. Even when he did not lay them down, but simply passed them once with his hand, they lay down as they should. In front, on the left side of his forehead, he had a small pigtail that stretched to his eyebrow. He covered her with a scar, a small incision above the eyebrow that was not so striking. On the contrary, it made him even more brutal. The eyebrow, on the other side, is also split, with a white stripe. His serious frown and sparkling brown eyes made him imposing and elegant. Smooth, slightly plump lips, his lips often dry and crack. Straight, medium-sized nose and black, thick bristles. Porous, oily skin kept him from wrinkles. He always wore a black protective corset, a typical lightweight, hard vest, with prominent reliefs, over a white shirt, with rolled up sleeves. Pants made of dense fabric, sitting almost tight, it has different colors. Basically, he preferred gray, like jeans, blue and burgundy. It would seem that such a person should have at least three wives, but Dambi is completely alone. He does not even have a girlfriend, and it is not known whether they were ever at all. It is not worth suspecting him of non-traditional sexual orientation, at least, according to his statements, he is heterosexual, although he has never ordered priestesses with his friends. How he pleases himself remains a mystery, and the guys joke a lot on this topic. Some say that he is an alien, entrenched in an artificial body, others that he is just crazy, like most of the participants in the NDC. No matter how they tried to hurt his feelings, during their leisure time, the employees did not succeed. It is impossible to evoke any reaction, even an adequate one, from Dambi. If Vaidah resembles a computer, both externally and internally, then Dambi is an even more powerful computer built into a beautiful doll. He is also unprincipled and diverse. If there is a need, he will ask for help, but if he can cope on his own, he will do any work alone. Making sensational scientific discoveries, he even forgets to share this with his colleagues at the NDC. He does not at all try to hide something. Simply, this is how his psychology works. The guys already know that if he walks contentedly, imagining something to himself, runs his hands on the table, as if drawing, then he has an interesting idea, which he most likely has already decided. And, if you ask him, he will definitely tell. Moreover, he will do it with a desire, as if he really does, a couple forgets that there are people around him with whom you can share your thoughts and emotions. At home, he communicates quite openly with his mother, with whom he lived all his life. His mother was like an angel, beautiful, slim, sincere, good-natured and always in a good mood. My father was also a recluse, and was engaged in science. He just used his mother as a slut and left him, not even knowing that she got pregnant from him. Then, they say, after a couple of years he hanged himself in his own house. Dambi doesn’t care about his fate. He doesn’t even know his name. The mother has married three more times since then. Moreover, she simultaneously had two husbands who loved her. She gave birth to another child, a girl who is seven years younger than him. She herself already has a family and a child who goes to school. They do not maintain a relationship with Dambi, although sometimes they still meet at their mother’s house. It is not uncommon for a man to give out what is least expected of him. For example, he can force everyone to do only his task when the situation calls for it. From time to time, a commander wakes up in him, more abruptly than Haste, whose organizational skills are at an exorbitant level. The power of persuasion and charisma of this character is forced to follow him in any situation. He gets along well with people, despite the fact that he communicates exclusively on business. Dambi knows who and what gifts to give, so that it really feels good. To each person, in his team, he knows the approach, while it is very difficult to find an approach to him, if at all possible. Here, in the circle of employees, there is an opinion that even God cannot get into his soul.

Neilie life story.

Neilie was born in Vayelon. She is a selfless girl who has a lot to learn from. Strong personality in all respects. Height, slightly below average, physique, athletic. Short hair, with bangs combed to the side, long gold earrings in the ears, something that immediately catches the eye. On her shoulders there are large colored tattoos depicting stars on one side, in pink smoke, on the other side, atoms, in the form of crystal lattices, on a blue background. Slender legs, in high heels, she was not used to hiding under a dress. Since childhood, she wore trousers, and she doesn’t even like short skirts. While in dress, she is selective. She likes a strict style more, an image corresponding to her inner state. A girl was born into the family of the great sculptor and architect Paragon Aliam. He took part in almost all major construction and architectural projects. The legendary tower of time, the Selim temple, the flower park of Babylon, the facades of various estates, the water supply system, the sewage system and much more. Wherever you look, Paragon put his hand everywhere. He deservedly was, one of the richest people in the city, and the whole world, respectively. Revered and respected at all social levels. He owned two banks, three palaces, a chain of restaurants, rice, sugar and orange fields, in general, he owned a little of everything. He even had his own army, although by law it is forbidden to have a private army, therefore, he called it simply bodyguards, and personal protection. Surprisingly, he was not even a member of any state council. Naturally, such a large trader could not but have enemies. No matter how honestly he does business, there will be no less envious people. Several attempts were made on him a year, and, six years ago, he was still killed by a gang of intruders, on the orders of Giverra, a ruthless killer who then sat on the council of the wisest. Upon death, he left six daughters, and five sons, from five marriages. It was decided to donate half of his huge inheritance to solving social problems, to children’s schools, to endangered villages and to the construction of the main temple of sacrifices. The rest of the property went to the family, including Neilie, who at the time was already sixteen years old. Having taken possession of unthinkable wealth, she was now afraid that they would be hunted for her, just like for her father. Growing up in conditions of constant comfort and safety, she allowed herself all kinds of liberties. For example, go to Rohvem to fly an airship. Jump with a parachute, ride on the rail slides, in a deep quarry, or dive to the bottom of the river, in scuba gear. Such entertainment was clearly not for mere mortals. Even many rich people could not afford such a luxury. Relatives, she was advised to find a man of the appropriate status, if she does not want to keep him as a pet, just for the sake of appearances and for the sake of gratification. But, you cannot order your soul, said the sisters, constantly gathering all kinds of crooks in their mansions. Neilie was far from stupid, since childhood, a well-read girl. By the age of sixteen, she knew four languages, was fond of astrology, quantum physics, biology and medicine. She also took up dancing, music and painting. Of course, you cannot call her talented in all these disciplines. For a long time she chose what is closer to her heart, between art and science. Six years later, this choice, finally, she did not make. But, she found her one and only, the prince, in the truest sense of the word. Prince Qatar, second son and now heir to the throne of the current king of Narus. They met, four years ago, during a city festive ceremony, at Grompi Square. Neilie immediately liked the modesty and charm of the influential young man. In addition, it was not she who took the first step, but he, approached her, offering to dance. They fit together perfectly. Soulful, romantic, educated young people with a decent upbringing and pleasant manners. But, if, Qatar, has a rather weak character, then Neilie is just an iron woman, with a hot heart and a cold mind. For her principles, she is ready to go all the way. Fairness, sincerity and mutual respect are what she is willing to give and demands in return. For three years of marriage, she has not yet given birth to children. It’s not time yet, she says. Who will help Qatar solve his endless problems. Through what only she did not have to go through because of her, constantly interfering with something gentleman. Sometimes it got to the point that, at night, she even had to fight for him in the alleys! Defending her boyfriend from ill-wishers, in an unequal struggle, she somehow broke her wrist. The prince, of course, did not sit on the sidelines, shutting his eyes, bent over. Assessing the situation, realizing that he could not cope that night, he called the guards, who left for just a minute, at his own request, so as not to interfere with their personal conversations. Okay, everything worked out. The villains were punished, and the hand healed safely. It was Qatar who brought Neiley to the NDC laboratory, persuading her older brother to take her into the team. Haste resisted this for a long time, not wanting to recognize the girl’s abilities in science. However, having got to know her better, he realized that there was something unusual about her. That same unbridled pursuit of excellence. She joined the staff, two years ago, as a developer of instrumental mechanisms, diluting the soulless collective of demi-humans, half-cyborgs, with a note of her kindness and simple human charm.