Mr. Freeman, part 07 [посвящается Стивену Хокингу, RIP]
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Supported by Exness.
Music by "B-2".
I do know what you do not. This knowledge bothers me a lot. Dead tired from the everyday hustle and bustle, I fell asleep and saw a crazy dream. So nuts that all the sophists in the world will not have enough words. Evil itself was following me in my dream, with thousands faces and thousands arms. I tried to run but all in vain; I was clinging to the ground, and Evil was catching up. That bitch! A tad – and I am done! No escape anywhere. I was ready to die; I prayed before my final torture, to myself, of course, as my one and only God.
But moments before the agony, a huge ray of light came from the sky and melted all my used-to-be haze into a thousand of stinky heaps. I am used to loads of stinky crap, and I just crushed it with my feet. So here I am, alive and well, in front of him, who I will forever give luster to – myself from the future.
F@#k! F@#k! F@#k! How cool am I! How cool am I!!! Yep! This is super Mr. Freeman, my saviour! He came for me to bring me to his mansion. And here we are together in a poshy zeppelin. He laughs while me, I am like: “Hold on! What for and f@#king where to?” Glorious and sitting on a golden throne, he answers: “You wondered, where, what for, how much? So well, we are up for a little ride now! Look out of the window. Do you see, there, that place used to be full of stinky filth out of mud and white spots? Now you see an amazing brand new world of the lucky chosen ones!”
I looked down… Freeman almighty! No one except for you could have created anything better! In the midst of tropical vastness and neutral waters, totally invisible for any satellites with radars, a floating garden-like city appeared. It did not appear by itself or my magic, but as a result of minds of the general majority. All that you saw in your dreams, or read in American fantasies, came true.
Based on huge floaters and under giant turbines, an amazing kingdom of harmony appeared: a city full of gardens, palaces, alleys, fruit, solar batteries. People with happy smiles, smart faces, and leisurely manners. And, naturally, high-speed and free Wi-Fi can easily be found here. Amazing details all around: a batch of silent helicopters and zepps above the heads, cannons everywhere – the enemy shall not be able to enter this heaven on Earth.
There is a farm nearby where underwater creatures are being raised by the Robot for feeding the two-legged ones. I was stunned. I even went numb! Who wouldn’t? Super Freeman was watching me like I watch a plain hamster. In the hamster’s eyes, I see fear only; he found love in mine! And Future Me tapped me on the shoulder and cracked up: “You wouldn’t mind staying here yourself, would ya?”
I yelled: “Of course! But how? How all these people ended up here? All this paradise! Which rules should I follow to end up living here? Who is their tycoon, who invested in this place? Who is the leader? So many questions! Give me answers! Plans, instructions, or advice!”
He answered: “Enough for your first time. And remember! Keep your mouth shut, or you will end up in a nuthouse for life. This is just a dream; forget it! Do not fret! Can do without paradise for now. However, will give you one hint – a game! That’s what turns routine into fairy-tale.”
“A game? Lotto? Black Jack? Where are you going? Hold on!” – “Good-bye! Forget! Get out of here! IT’S TIME!