«Понимаете, Игорь, вас всех готовили в космонавты. Должны были...

“You see, Igor, you were all trained as astronauts. There should have appeared tens, hundreds of millions of astronauts - all who dreamed about it. You don’t think that the children themselves decided that they want to be astronauts? A three-year-old child cannot wake up in the morning and think that he wants to fly into space. They explained to the children what they should dream about. This was part of the preparation. Some kind of grandiose operation - the colonization of deep space, the genocide of aliens. I don’t remember what exactly. In any case, sheer manilism. Then, of course, someone smart came, plans changed, you were not needed. At first they wanted to eliminate you - World War III, Darth Reagan, the cast-offs of a dead man. But again someone smart appeared and offered to leave in reserve. Of course, no one began to engage in retraining - extra costs. Whoever survives will survive. It’s like in films about cyborgs, which were raised by crazy scientists and left toil when the Pentagon stopped financing the program. They roam the huge parking lots near the malls and are looking for something in the sky. You are trying to understand why everything is so ridiculous and awkward, why you want football and fly from the balcony, breaking poplar branches. They just prepared you for something completely different. You have been deprived of the ability to love, leaving only the instinct of reproduction - when for many months several dozen people are locked together in a ship, there is no need for extra conflicts. You need overloads, hard radiation, water from the urine - that's why you poison yourself so carefully. Earth is too comfortable a planet for you. You poke in all corners of this world, stripping your face and knees in blood, and try to find a place for yourself by smell. Navigators have become programmers, pilots are driving in tinted "nines," nonhuman intelligence experts write in a live journal. And nothing can be done - the interference was at the DNA level. Your children will be astronauts. Your grandchildren will be astronauts. You write books about astronauts and for astronauts, and all the pictures, all the films, all the music are different stories about Gagarin, who slept on April 12th. The deaf Tsiolkovsky and the dead Gagarin are the ones who rule your world. It’s strange that you are still alive. That is, you are well done, of course, but you are very sorry. So squeamish and touching. "

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