But together with this thought such a tough high-frequency ripple burst into him that what a few seconds ago was his volition melted and evaporated like a small water drop from a red-hot metal. The android has skipped out an alarm and sorrow and reckoned that the time in this chair will be the end of his awkward and bumbling life.

"Look, Jake!" meanwhile, the passionate reality was wondering. "Looks like I found what we need! Damn asshole! It put them in his UMA! It's like I would hide the keys to my house in my stomach!"

And answered itself: "Calm down, kid! I can't catch up why are you touched as if it put them in a butt instead of a brain."

The reality burned him and muttered, muttered, muttered; Benji listened, and inside him grew such nameless tender pity for her, lonesome, loveless, forlorn, that through the burning ripple he'd made effort and in the nearly orgasmic paroxysm has spilled in her all the rest - the codes, memories and plans for an upcoming eternity.

2. 2322nd year. Aia.

Aia was ten years old, when it all began. The start was common and sad - her father died of brain cancer. The disease drained him right in front of her eyes.

At first his job at the lunar wharf was ruined. Instead, there were mother's sobs, oncologists, analyzes and endless queues among the same ones as he - unfortunate and silent victims, who don't understand whose evil intentions are going to break them down.

The meandering along all sorts of institutions, still pretending having a health care system in the country, had been lasted almost a half a year, and then her father eventually has declared a disability. He finally sat down at home in a chair and quietly nursed his tumor.

The tumor was untreatable, but not harmful. He almost didn't have a headache attacks and any other stuff, which was obligatory with such a serious state of affairs. He's just started walking with them not so far and not so often. After a while, one of his eyes began to shift, moving away from the living inside his skull ruthless monster. But he still smiled at her: "You're here alone, and I'm sort of looking straight at you, but it seems like there are two of you here."

And Aia still smiled him back: "It's just a trifle, dad. You'll see, everything will be fine."

And then the "good" was crushed. One day he's end up passed out on the floor and got to hospital.

When they'd left him there, and he stood by the window, sad and lonely, and watched them go, Aia for the first time felt everything was wrong.

Subsequently, everything had been only condensed and concentrated, forming a reality she did not want.

After a week, he was released home with sick-pay, and he's started to wait for the logical end at home.

At first he attempted to read. Everything was doubled in his eyes, and he closed his unruly left eye with his hand or eyepatch and continued. But the monster inside didn't hush. It lived and swelled, sucking all the gists out of the body that carried it.

Aia's father gave up a bit: it was harder and harder for him to get up in the mornings and sit in the chair. And then, while the headache attacks came, he'd finished reading and had been listening to the radio earphone and dying away quietly, and that was business of his life.

The doctors from the ambulance service, who visited them during his headaches more and more often, pricked him with a sleeping and analgesic mixture and shook his head in frustration, looking at Aia's mother: "Why don't you, dear, ease his suffering?" "He wanna live in full consciousness," mother answered, sobbing.

He did not want.

"Don't worry, daddy," Aia whispered, looking at his skull, draped in a skin. "Anyway all will be all right."

The monster peeped out more and more boldly through the nostrils of this skull, and Aia felt relieved that her father was already almost blind and could not see the horror splashed in her eyes.

"I don't, honey," he answered, barely able to move his tongue. "Soon it will be all the same to me. It's you and mom don't worry. You stay."

And then the fiend that does not have a mouth devoured him. Totally.

The next doctors who flew to the next challenge, once again pricked him intravenously something that alleviated his agony and told Aia's mother: "He"s dying, sweetheart. He can be reanimated, but try to reckon a bit onward - it's not obligatory for all of you. If shake and pull him out today, a similar turn would be happen tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. So he will die as many times as you will make us bring him back to you. Eat something sedative and free him. "