Chapter 7

- Is Irina all right?

Strange, but Alex was interested in the condition of the pupa affected in the accident, as if she were a living woman. However, in dealing with them, even very close, he often simply forgot that he was dealing with artificial women. And if Dr. Shevchenko did not reveal to him the stunning secret of the corporation “Beauty”, Telegin would still be sure that this could happen only in a futuristic science fiction novel, well, certainly not in our time.

- Irina ... Irina ... - Sergey Anatolyevich, after an hour's absence, himself went into the hotel room of the corporation's suburban office, where Telegin languished in long wait. As soon as they brought the injured pupa here, Shevchenko advised Alex to rest and distract. For example, with Alexandra ... But at the moment our hero decided to be alone. What, however, soon regretted. Not a TV or a good glass of whiskey could not relieve his anxiety about the fate of the girl in the accident. Moreover, Irina became his discovery in the wonderful world of the dolls of Dr. Shevchenko.

- She is already almost normal - Sergey, Anatoliyevich, without taking off her white robe, collapsed wearily into the chair next to Alex, - in time you arrived. Our medicine is of course the best in the world, but not for my models. An individual approach is needed here - even in such a situation, irony was present in Shevchenko's voice - I imagine the eyes of my colleague as soon as he decided to examine the internal organs of the model ...

- He was shocked - hemmed Alex - it means that injuries to Irina are really not serious?

- She can say lucky. The crash hit was decent, but the airbags saved. Although I have to tinker with it. But everything is recoverable, in a week, I think, the beauty will come to work.

- You drink everything - the doctor nodded at the open bottle of whiskey ...

- Why, I worry - Alex said confusedly

- Do not worry ... You acted promptly and correctly. I hope that the hospital no longer remember the incident?

- I tried. By the way, there came some cops. The doctor called them

Shevchenko, not without pleasure, leaned back in the easy chair and inquired indifferently:

- The police are good ... They were also probably in shock?

- Do not have time ... fought with each other.

- What do you mean! - Sergey Anatolyevich exclaimed in amazement - I hope not much.

- Teacher, you offend me - Alex grinned - everything was happening in the norm of necessary defense and interests of our corporation. Telegin already realized that there was no threat for Irina, and if the doctor was joking, then everything was really all right. He sighed with relief.

“My people have already taken the girl’s car.” The police have no questions ...

- They also have a gift? - suggested Alex

The doctor grunted:

“Only two of us have a gift.” And my employees have money that I pay to them and to people who need them. For certain services of course. So what seems to be okay. Fight me too.

While Alex filled two glasses with an oily liquid, silence reigned. Each of the puppeteers was thinking about his own, and none of them tried to read each other’s thoughts.

- Alcohol will ever ruin us - Shevchenko growled, but the wine glass still raised in toast:

- For our success!

He drank a sip and again lazily flowed into the soft bed. Alex also got more fun.

- Of course, I assumed that some unforeseen circumstance could happen sooner or later. And when I got the alarm signal from Irina on the console, I thanked the fate that it happened just when I had a real helper and a student.

- Thank you, doctor - Alex smiled appreciatively - but wouldn't your people solve the situation themselves?

- They could do that and did only what was in their power. To solve the problem with Irina to the end and without a trace, it was necessary to use your power or my power anyway.

They were silent again, slowly, enjoying the Scottish exclusive. For a short time in Moscow, Telegin was even accustomed to an expensive drink. How he decided to himself recently - if he was poisoned, then only with high-quality alcohol. Although the measure still need to be respected.

Alex took another sip and set his glass aside. He looked at the doctor. He sat comfortably in his chair, closing his eyelids, seemed to be dozing.

Telegin understood him - the day was hard.

- Have you ever thought about why I decided to take up this business? - suddenly asked Shevchenko, without opening his eyes.

Alex shrugged.

- I thought it arose by itself.

The corner of the doctor’s mouth jerked crookedly, and he looked at the student with a grin. A nap on the face, as it were:

- Nothing, lad, in this world just does not happen. Although what happens to me and you, in the usual framework can not put.

- After all, I recently lived a normal life. I had a family, a wife ... twenty years married. True, we had no children

Alex held his breath, listened to Shevchenko, fearing that he might suddenly stop. After all, not every day you can hear such revelations from your mentor.

- I then worked at the Institute of Bio-Cybernetics. Private institution of course. We just engaged in the development of artificial intelligence. For military purposes, of course. The state did not particularly believe in the project, but our research institutes supplied the money regularly. Therefore, we lived well in a closed town. And my wife even loved me! although chalk chalk sluggish romance on the side. With my department head. My colleagues regularly informed me about this - our town was small. To which I paid little attention. He himself was not sinless, and science is fully occupied. Everything ended in the late eighties - the institute was dispersed for inefficiency, the wife with my boss abroad ran away. Somewhere in Canada.

- And you? - Alex asked quietly

- And I ... - Shevchenko could not resist sarcasm - I did not particularly worry. Maybe once he loved his wife ... - he paused in the story, as if peering into his past - but at that time I thought that it would be better. I needed freedom. After all, in addition to general research, I did my own work. The one that became the start in the work in the creation of our models.

Of course, then I was at a loss ... Life went from the usual rails. I left town for Moscow and found my first client. He gave the first money, which became the basis for "Beauty". With this first doll you seem to have already met. Katenka Sinitsyna ... Not too complicated model, but it was a real breakthrough! After all, at first I thought that my models would be just programmable robots out of the box. Charming of course, but no more. They could not develop. But I went further. Creating such models that do not differ from people in essence. It was, of course, a revolution! In my mind, first of all. And someday the world will know about it ... But not now. The time has not come yet.

- And when did you find out about your magic gift to control the mind?

- By chance - Shevchenko laughed - Although I myself am ashamed to recall the circumstances of this event. Immediately after the collapse of the institute and his wife's departure, he decided to get drunk in one of Moscow restaurants. Although I still do not know, whether with joy, or with grief. I walked well, I didn’t have enough money, then I thought - if I had been released from the restaurant in peace now. This is what happened. They gave me the bill, did not take the money ... It was then that I thought.I tested my abilities for a couple more trivia ... First of all I decided that the appearance of such a gift was the consequence of experiments in a scientific research institute. Having met you, I realized that such a gift has a natural origin. From where and why - I still can not give an answer.

- This is how he created the dream of mankind - Sergey Anatolyevich again turned to his favorite topic - Artificial partners. Ideal partners. They are tireless, they do not demand satisfaction, but are ready to imitate, without even knowing about their own imitation, their own orgasm and pleasure ...