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Там, между вздымающимися вертикально вверх отполированными ветром тёмными скалами, вода неожиданно успокаивалась и образовывала небольшое горное озеро. Вода в нём мягко переливалась голубовато-опалесцирующими, лазурными и бирюзовыми оттенками. У подножия водопада, где, мерцая радугой, вздымалась к солнцу упавшая с высоты и раздробленная в мельчайшую пыль река, весело играла в водяных вихрях стайка форели. Одна из рыбин высунула голову из воды и широко разинула огромную пасть, уснащённую несколькими рядами острых треугольных зубов. Пустые
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Мы оставили Дуэйна в тот момент когда его душа старательно копалась в памяти адмирала Шермана, выискивая в ней сведения о загадочных людях, через которых таинственный враг человечества пытался вступать с ним в контакт. Профессор Циолковский, без сомнения, был таким контактёром ибо он за десять дней до Пандемии предсказал дату её начала и масштаб её жертв.
Дуэйн усердно рылся в адмиральской памяти, пытаясь найти сведения о других известных контактёрах, как вдруг его неожиданно отвлекли от этого занятия:
– Heya, Jeremiah! What are you doing in that file room?
– Long time no see, Tecumseh! I am looking for contactees info. I've just finished reading professor Tsyolkovski's file. Too bad he vanished in Russia. Do you know any others?
– Oh, shit, man! You can't do that! I mean, it's classified, dude! You need top clearance to get to that shit!
– Top clearance my ass! Come on, brother! Clearance can be only granted to a person, which has able body and other shit... like an ID for example. Do I look like a fucking "person"? I am a pure soul, immaterial, fucking invisible! You can"t count me as a person without my black ass, and my black ass is far, far away!
– Ok, keep talking.
– Yeah... I am sitting inside the same piece of white shit where you are, called what? Admiral fuckin' Sherman, right? And that big white boy already has top clearance. The only difference is, you run admiral's body and I run a dick! So there! C'mon, man, tell me what"chew know! Level with me, otay?
– Okay, dude. Let me think... Well... How about tit for tat? I fill you with the contactee intel and you run a dick, as you said?
– Me run a dick? What do you mean, brother?
– I mean, what you just said: if you run a dick, you run a dick! Admiral Sherman's white dick. I mean, you gotta run mister Pecker! You already tried it once and you did real good!
– And what should I do exactly?
– Not too much! You pee, you screw women and you talk to admiral from time to time so that he does not feel so lonely.
– I hope he's not gay. Cause I've no intention to drive his dick into some hot guy's hairy butt hole.
– You gotta be kidding me! That's... um... that"s prejudice, man! Especially as a black man's soul, as you positioned yourself, you need to know very well what prejudice is. You ought to be diverse! But no, admiral's not gay.
– If you say so, bro. I mean, if he's into sucking dicks and not into cornholing men"s asses, it"s your problem "cause I ain"t sign up for driving his mouth. You asked me to drive his dick, and the dick it is, nothing else!
– Ok, great! Then the first thing you guys need to learn is, how to jerk off. You see, my admiral never does it, and that"s a big problem. If you could talk him into it and explain real well that masturbating regularly is good for his health, it would be just priceless!
– You know what... Honestly, I don"t give a shit about jerking off. How can I convince a white man to jerk off if I don"t enjoy it myself. I mean, when I was serving time in prison I had to jerk off from time to time, just to get some relief, and that's it. But jerking off recreationally while there's so many young hot women around? Man... that"s definitely not my thing! I"d rather screw me a woman!
– We'll get to it. But you have to listen first.
– Okay, I am listening.
– I'm sure you have not even snooped into admiral's personal file, so I'm telling you now that admiral Sherman is a widower. He lost his wife to cancer right before the MBC unleashed the Burning Fever on Earth. She was nearly the last person on this planet who had the luxury to die of natural causes.
– What is MBC?
– MBC stands for "the Man Behind the Curtain" or "the Mastermind of the Big Catastrophe". That's the code name that NDRC gave to someone or something that is organizing those global attacks against the human race. Something that we still have to find out.
– What's NDRC?
– National Defense Research Commitee. It was created by FDR in 1940 with the objective to research anything new that could be turned into weaponry. The agency was terminated in 1947.
– What's FDR?
– Tell you what, Bubba, you're fixing to get on my nerves! It's Franklin Delano fucking Roosevelt, you dumbass! The Manhatten Project... Rings the bell? If it does not, I'll kick your dumb black ass out of this high ranked multiply decorated white body and never regret!
– C'mon, Tecumseh, chill out! Of course I know what the Manhatten Project is. I also know who FDR was. I was just pullin' your leg, eh?
– Fuck you! So you also know that the Manhatten Project had started under NDRC?
– I didn't know that.
– That's Okay. NDRC was brought back from the dead by the Defense Ministry when the first contactee appeared. The very existence of those contactees was implying that these global attacks have been organized by some intellectual force. The NDRC's primary objective is to find and neutralize this force. And guess what? The acting chair of NDRC is admiral William Tecumseh Sherman! A tough ol' boy who's still mourning his precious wife so much that he can't even masturbate.