On The Wings of Hope : Prose

And that is why he is the traitor.

The killers of killers – angels of punishment ? Executioners of executioners? Criminals? No one will give him the right answer.

The military court – and the simple majority of votes deciding his destiny. Forty nine against fifty one.

And that is why he dies today. The Majority decided so.

Life and death … death and life. And there are no intermediate stages.

But not for the Majority.

The Top.

Here they are – below and before him. All the Consulat. One hundred of human judges. Criminals and heroes. Killers of killers. Surprisingly small and ridiculous from this Top.

Does the life end to give a way to the Eternity or death is simply her continuation ? The moment has finally come to learn this.

A rope around a neck – not the most honorable of deaths. But heroes have no right to choose – as well as killers.

The sun blinding the eye … above, above … so small from this top …

A blow – and soil leaves from under feet. Let it be so. So the Majority decided. A flash of light before dimming eyes. Only an instant.

Just a single instant.

And – the Eternity.

28.09.2010

The state of Earth

Based on my authority as the new head of the Supreme Council of the Incorporated Countries I proclaim our countries one state. All ideological, political, economic, psychological and other unnamed types of  separation are eliminated, the newly formed state receives the status of free confederation, universal political cards are subject to revision - any territorial differentiation of a surface of a planet by the political sign is cleaned from them, all borders are eliminated, free and unobstructed possibility of moving on all territory of new formation is guaranteed  to the population of the former states, and newly formed community is named ...

- Hm. Let us leave these pompous speeches, - and the man has smiled. - After all, we are not going to amuse our vanity as politicians of the past, are we? - And he looked over the hall of people with a smile. Let's name it … let's name it the way our planet is called … let’s call it the uniform state of the Earth …

28.05.2005

The Virus

Very little time still remained … just a few more days - and a long-deserved rest will finally welcome him. Already soon … so soon myriads of sleepless nights will come to an end along with mugs of coffee and measured, delightful-lulling noise of the machine. Will come to its end a knock of fingers on a keyboard, blowing up silence from time to time, as well as a constant passing of program’s text through a compiler, and a joy, filling soul at the sight of a working code. All this was going to end at the long last.

And then - oh! - these long anticipated and fostered in half-delirious sleepless nights dreams will be given a chance to come true - they must become a reality. Obliged to.

After all, what is a single year? Such a few time. It’s too little for what is going to be accomplished. Only a year …

They will finally pay for it all. For all the harm they managed to bring to those people - such young ones … spiritually childish … irresponsible … taken unaware by this monstrous machine. They are going to be annihilated at last. Wiped out from a face of the earth - erased like a killing virus, a cure for which has finally been found. Has been found in some pitiful year.

Very few steps still remained. Everything has been calculated and thought over long time ago - almost a half year ago, when a possibility of penetration into the System has been found at last.

He used half a year to, like a blind puppy, having stuck into every direction, finally find a way out. A vulnerability, a hole, a bug - a thread which, once being pulled, was capable to make a System become your puppet - a doll in the hands of a Master. Yet it was possible to pull it only once - there was no chance for an error, for a second attempt - a security service disliked it so much when someone decided to play with it. This thread had to be found by him, having only the possibility to study the System by its indirect reactions to external influences, having and knowing no access to its heart - the core … it had to be found.

Half a year - infinitely long and endless short, all as one night, - half a year was required to find an Achilles’ heel - maybe the only one of its kind. Possibly not. And then another half a year, living day by day with tiny earnings of a freelancer, writing code in semi-delirium night by night, coding and praying - to pray each and every new day to the God, known only to you, so that architects of the System haven’t found this hole in the meantime.

They haven’t discovered it. And that’s the reason they are going to die today. A disease will be destroyed once and for all - burned out by hot iron. Very few steps still remained - to unleash it into the network. A virus should be battled with similar means.