A group of people stood around a paddock enclosed by a steel net tall across the chest of a man of medium height, and watched as some plant resembling a green octopus copulated with something like a blue loaf on a set of fat short legs. Baton jerked and made sounds like a lingering high creak.

Standing in the center of the group, a short, stocky man in military uniform and general insignia, who was getting the fence to his chin, turned to a tall man standing next to him in a white coat:

- And what is this crap?

- Sir, at this stage of research, we are studying various ways of introducing the DNA of one organism into another and the possibility of mixing them ...

“Benzley, are you kidding me?” - General Amar flared up: - Yes, your father showed your mother this method too!

- But, sir, we ...

- What do you"? You have been spending public funds for four years and my time! And all of your achievements - is it anew open sex in the animal world? - The dark face of the general was filled with paint. The Benzley Group really spent public funds. Dedicated to the department of Amara. And it cost much to disguise the cost of scientific equipment, the salary of persons who have no relation to the security department of the sector.

- Sir! - Benzley objected with dignity: - This is not just “sex in the animal world,” as you put it. We managed to achieve the possibility of mixing different types of DNA in a living organism without a reaction of the recipient's immune response! In addition, our genetically modified organism possesses the possibility of a small rebuilding of the organism of the recipient while retaining some influence on it in the future, which under certain conditions may enable us to achieve ...

- Stop fooling my head! - Amar yelled: - You taught the flowers to fuck with this walking bakery! While the task of your group was to develop a means of influencing the will and emotions of a person! Hear? Man! And not this primitive dirty trick! - The General abruptly turned and walked away from the pen, in which the plant finally let go of the loaf and he began to crawl away from him to the far wall of the fence.

- But sir! Sir! - Benzli rushed for the general: - In such a short time it is impossible to develop such a technology from scratch! You yourself have forbidden us to seek advice from other research centers!

Amar stopped abruptly and turned to Benzley. Tom had to jump aside so as not to run into the general:

- Benzley, do you understand what “secrecy” is? - Amar hissed in a terrible voice.

- Yes, sir! Of course, sir, but ...

- So, this is a secret study! And if you or one of your idiots-helpers speak to anyone at least a word, I personally will break any neck of you! - And after a short pause, the general decided to catch up on the scientist with fear: forever and ever!

Leaving the bewildered and intimidated Benzley at the end to stand, the general with a quick step went on, throwing over his shoulder:

- The project is closed!

Tight deadlines ... The general himself was well aware that large-scale scientific research required colossal funds, a huge number of people and years of work. But he did not have these years! He was not going to wait all his life for something that could ever happen. Or not to happen. Yes, and he also did not have the funds: the money for the research of Benzley, he in grains pulled out of the appropriations for the various needs of his department. And the longer it lasted, the higher was the risk that his scam would be revealed with all the ensuing, personally for him, consequences ...

A planet with a unique biosphere was discovered in its sector. And he was not going to miss his chance! In addition, Benzley assured that the symbiotic abilities of living organisms of this planet can be the key to a quick breakthrough in the direction that the rulers of all times and peoples dream of: developing tools to control human behavior.

It seems that here he was a fiasco! Well! He will find another way to power! And now you need to quickly and quietly collapse everything, as if nothing had happened. He called one of the personally loyal people who were aware of the real motive of the project:

- Colonel Herschel!

- Yes, sir? - The colonel stretched out at attention. His sly eyes on the fat-swollen face stared down at the general.

- We are folding the project. All staff to dissolve. Remember to take a non-disclosure subscription from everyone! Equipment ... Also remove somewhere.

- Yes, sir! - The overweight colonel turned and, trying to portray the drill pitch, went to carry out the order.

The general was confident that Herschel would find a way to keep a significant part of his salary from each of the dismissed employees. And he will sell the equipment, pocketed all the money. Spit! The main thing is that he was silent! And he will be silent!

“Mr. General, sir?” - The General turned. Miniature, as always immaculate Keiko almost the first time appealed to him first. The general appreciated her diligence. He instructed this Asian assignments requiring attention and meticulousness. What else can she be capable of?

- I'm listening - Amar muttered displeased. He was annoyed by her accent.

- Mr. General, you said the project will be closed? Order the destruction of the organisms grown by Mr. Benzley?

- Here's another! - To spend additional funds? Time? Besides, the devil knows how much Benzley managed to grow this anxious dirty trick ...

- Mister General! But there are people on this planet! Is there a danger that these organisms can attack humans?

- Excluded! - Surely the general said: - Well, and if someone gets fucked, so what? Creak like that loaf and that's it! You probably also squeak when you fuck? Fly away!

Keiko was offended by the silence. Soon, one by one several cargo shuttles soared up to the clouds, leaving on the ground only imprints from light portable structures, and holes from the pillars of enclosures with experimental organisms ...

***

- Christina Semenova! - Spilled along the audience filled to failure, the speaker's amplified voice.

- I! - In the middle of the middle row stood a tall girl with blond hair shoulder-length, intelligent eyes and a small chest, emphasized by a blue uniform vest over a snow-white blouse, buttoned all over.

A macroeconomic professor, Lamont MacGregor, born millions of kilometers away, in a small village on one of the rocky islands of Ireland, faltered for a couple of seconds, admiring one of his best students. And a very nice girl. With what pleasure he would have squeezed these elastic hillocks ... He kissed those warm lips ... And he would spread these slightly plump legs ... But, unfortunately, he knew that only he could do that - move them apart. After suffering from an infectious disease in his youth, he was no longer able to push. And he could only admire the short, shaped skirts flickering in front of him. Yes, listen to the occasional fragments of phrases from the stories about the turbulent student life.

- Twelve points! Well done, Semenova!

“Thank you, Mr. McGregor!” I am doing my best...

- You try hard ...

Christine sat down. Her back was straight, her arms were on the training console. She studied economics with particular zeal, which should open up the road to career growth and personal happiness. She liked the way Mr. McGregor taught: he explained in detail and intelligibly, with clear examples.But without leaving the main topic of the lecture, as some teachers who like to recall the past or comment on the latest news from Galanet - the galactic information network. Lamont held her gaze for another split second. What a pity,...