we call her just Home. In each of us lives the memory of the House and the longing for it. We keep the ancient code that allowed our ancestors to return at any time. home. "Home" - our sacred call. And we pass it in the genes to our offspring ...

- How many akashi live in your country?

Mom did not immediately answer:

- Few. Very little.

- How many?

“They are all here, in front of you,” said the father.

- What?!

“Yes,” Mom nodded. “Jack and I are the last free akashi.”

- Wow! And ... you, Mr. Osman?

- Well, I'm an ordinary person. I have no acme.

- Acme?

“Acme is the power that allows me to do all these things,” I said, and Tom nodded.

I was painted to the top of my head - thickly and generously, like a new bench. The paint penetrated the skin, and she glowed from the inside. As my body was soaked in blue, fatigue and tension evaporated from it, and I was poured all over with a cooling mint current ...

“It is finished,” Mom splashed the remnant on my head and rubbed hair in the roots. Now I was all rich blue like her. “Now close your eyes, Jack.” It will hurt a little.

“I'm not Jack,” I grunted, squeezing Tom’s hand, which was right in my palm.

And an ice needle pierced in my forehead ...

- AAAAAAAA! - I screamed, falling into a crimson well of pain, and Tom screamed with me.

"It hurts a little bit?"

- Iiiiiyy ... - I howled when she came out of me, leaving the scaling scum.

Tom and father held my elbows.

“Everything, everything, everything, everything is already over,” mumbled mum and stroked me, while I turned away from her and pressed against Tom. Nowhere and never had I hurt so much ...

“What did you do, Mrs. Osman?” - asked Tom.

- Opened the Eye - exit acme. People used to call him "the third eye" ...

- What for?

- So you need. Now Jack is an adult akashi.

- Something like initiation?

- You can say so.

I touched my forehead. Between the eyebrows, the finger seemed to plunge into a bolus of fog.

- And what am I going to do now - with a hole in my head? ..

- Your Eye will live forever. But you can always do it like this ...

Mom again ceased to be blue. And the red dot on her forehead disappeared.

- And what does “live forever” mean? This is in what sense? - asked Tom.

- In the most direct. Akash are immortal if no one kills them. And you are immortal now too, Tom. Like my husband, and anyone who penetrated here.

“Fuck,” Tom whistled ... “That's it, and you can go crazy.” First you find out that your wife is a goddess, then you see how she turns into a boyfriend ... and finally you find out that you yourself are immortal, like a god! By the way ... I hope Jackie will now be a girl? I somehow do not smile to have a wife-boyfriend, even immortal.

I did not notice that Jackie became again.

***

The hills twinkled and shimmered in amber light. It seemed that these were huge waves of the immense purple sea.

- Where are your cities? Where are forests, mountains, animals? Is there anything here besides these hills? - I asked, lying in the grass.

Mom sat next to and stroked me.

At first, I shivered, but the mint chill emanating from her hand so nicely enveloped my body, that I went limp and put my thigh and ass on her.

- Our House has not been around for millions of years. No one remembers how he was. This is all that remains in the collective memory.

“So you and I are the last of the last?” Where are the other akashis?

- Once we had a lot. And then ... For several centuries Shambhala has worn us out. You destroyed their center, but you have spared the people, and they will continue to hunt you.

- What is Shambala?

“Shambhala was created many centuries ago to study akasha. For some time there they have been occupied not so much in their study, as in their submission and use in their own interests.For about a hundred years, gray cardinals from different countries have been controlling Shambala.

- How can you subdue us?

- Very simple. It is enough for a man to inject his seed into the female bosom of akasha. They call it the "ritual of possession."

- And ... what then?

- Akme Akash is made dependent on the will of his first man, and he can to some degree control him. In Shambhala, for centuries this art was mastered - to control akash. Men who knew how to do this were called mahatmas. In the end, there were almost no free akashs, and they all died sooner or later. Many voluntarily went on contact with people, interfered in their affairs ...

“So my acme depends on Tom’s will?” - I was surprised.

- Of course. And mine is from Marvin.

- But ... because they do not interfere with us?

- First, they do not know how. And secondly, they love us and trust us.

“And what, Marvin didn't mind when you left him?”

- Not. After all, I was the last - my mother said quietly. - The last free akasha. I was nearly killed, and he himself insisted that I leave.

“But why didn't you take me with you?”

- I took. But you did not want to stay here and returned to your father.

- What about?

“You have always been capricious, Jack ... What a pity you don’t want to be Jack,” said Mom, rubbing me insatiably. - You are amazingly beautiful. And as a girl you are much more beautiful than me ...

Funny: now I was blue, and she - the usual flesh color. We seem to have changed places.

And she was also very beautiful.

Fabulously beautiful ...

I couldn’t, I just couldn’t see my mother in this naked beauty, who caressed my thighs and buttocks so shrillly, getting to the back of my intimate corner ...

- Not! Not! - I shouted and jumped in the grass.

- Jack, that slu ...

- Never call me Jack! Never, do you hear?

“Good,” Mom looked at me in surprise. - What so scared you?

“And don't touch me anymore! ..”

“You don't know much, Jackie,” she lowered her eyes. “You have no idea what akashi can in love, for ...”

“For you have not slept with girls for a long time, mother,” I said gruffly. “I'll tell you what! ... I'm tired of this country without cities and people. I am sick of this purple grass and these silly three moons. My House is not here. My House is in the city of Voronezh, on Mashinostroitelnaya Street, 3B. My home is with Tom. And I'm going home with him.

This word - home - again caused a nagging shiver in me ... but I suppressed her.

- What for? - Mom even stood up in the grass. “You’ll be right back in the hands of the killers.”

“And what will they do to me?”

“They will kill you just as they killed other akashs.”

- How can you kill akasha?

- As you wish. The main thing is to do it suddenly, so that the body dies before the acme wakes up.

- And what, I now forever sour in this purple hay? - I shouted. - No, figushki! Tom! Tom! Where are you?

“I can't stop you,” Mom said dully. - Akash cannot interfere with each other. You're inexperienced, you ...

- I have brains. And I have it, like his ... Acme. They'll dance again, ”I said. - Tom! Well, where are you?

“I'm here,” he appeared from behind the hill. - We discussed with Mr. Osman, under whose protection it is better to take akashi - the FBI or the KGB ...

- Then discuss. We are coming back!

- True? - Tom was delighted, and the same stopped himself: - Isn't it dangerous?

- Ha! If I want, I will force them to wash the toilets in your hospital, without moving my fingertips ... And I also want to show you something. Something special.

- What exactly?

- You will see. Bye, Mom, ”I shouted to Dorothy, head down. - Nice to meet you. Bye, father! - I waved a hand to daddy, who was standing on the top of the hill. - You have here beautiful, but boring. Tom and I are better. Tom, hug me!

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