— Ok, Frod, a point for you. Praise the dark matter we managed to pack them inside their own solar system. So what we’ve got to do? Landing or distant overseing?
— Let’s oversee. Connect the interfaces to mass media. We’ll rewind it.
“The books of famous fantast Faggor Lesborenko hit all the imaginable sales records! 69 million copies of his last best seller “The night shame” were out.
“A regular meeting of minorities was held in Lowdon. Community activists demanded for permission of pride parades. They scared people, yelling out their mottos on every street corner: “Every hole has its own role”, “For moms and dads and cocks for cunts”, “Stop the rear-drive!”
“Today, president of the United States Keeprock Banana declared of initiation of anti-terrorist alliance at the meeting of the Biggest of the Biggest Group of 7 leaders (believe me, an international journalist, I personally saddled these leaders). The idea of the new organization is to protect population of the planet from the radical straits. Let us remind, that the virus developed by the ‘cock-to-cunt’ adherents, affects at molecular lever making the organism of a hermaphrodite turn to male or female. The process is irreversible. Unfortunately, psychologically these people are unfit for reproduction. Men become gay, women become lesbians”,
“Borussia is ahead of the curve with its moronic laws. They send the infected people via the portal to a planet called “The Earth”
— That’s why there are so many faggots on the Earth! — I exclaimed delightfully interrupting the data stream.
— That’s it. And we are to bear the blame. Oh, Frod. I fell shame. Let’s drop in and make our apologize someday. And now we need to wrap the travel up. It’s not that much left to get to the destination point.
— Ok, — I sadly agreed.
Chapter 4. The Earth
— I wonder if the Earthmen preserved our spaceports — Herma was observing the spaceship equipment broodingly, — You said last time they almost prayed on it?
— Yeah, it’s true. It seems they still think of pyramids as a heritage of great ancestors. They have a theory of a global catastrophe that brought the civilization back to the Stone Age. Naive monkeys. By the way, did you left the 4-density drones?
— You mean those that leave the notes in the margins for passers-by? Yeah, I did. I think I filed the information on isolation from the whole world and culture harmfulness. So, all the ships, coming closer, should run away in fear like hell. — Herma lustily hit the panel with her tail. — I fucked your interface!
— What’s going on there with you?
— We have already passed the Jupiter but board computer doesn’t want to show the Earth coordinates. It says it can not find the planet.
— How could that be? — I froze inside.
— We’re gonna check it now.
We fixed our eyes on the survey monitors as if we had no trust in the computer trying to find a cyan stone in total darkness. There were some asteroids of different size moving along the earth orbit and we couldn’t see a loyal satellite of the Earth — the Moon, as well.
— The scanner indicates an incredibly huge radioactive background. It makes every splinter shine like a light bulb, — I was announcing instrument readings and carrying out analyses while Herma was phlegmatically gazing at the ceiling.
It took a certain amount of time for us to realize what has happened.
— Back home? — my friend asked.
— Back home, — I nodded my assent.
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