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by deeds. Only we were in the wheelhouse.

I winked at her. - So to speak. We have to become parents for a new human race on any planet of our choice.

- It's damn how? - Dasha exclaimed.

- We have on board DNA samples, installations for accelerated growth. Create a small colony first. See that she survived. And there, come what may. On Alpha, everyone believes that humanity should have a second chance. I do not know why they decided so.

- So we will become something like gods for people? - the girl looked at me incredulously.

- Maybe. Although I would not want a new humanity to go through all stages of the development of civilization. I have not thought about it yet, because the head can be broken. On the other hand, we have a team and tons of knowledge in the bank at Go. How do you like the prospect?

- Hard to say. The girl frowned, folding her arms over her chest and looking straight ahead. What do we know about this? How will be better? How long will it take? I do not want. No longer want to be tied to the planet. You convinced me with your thirst for adventure and travel, and now you want to close again on Earth?

I slyly looked at Dasha. - Something tells me that we will have time for this. All the time of the world. Let's just say I have an offer for you and a gift from Fay. And I think it's time for you to find out how we met.

Epilogue

The train disappeared around the bend and I was left alone. Trampled a little on the spot. He sniffed the cold air. The sky was clear, without a single cloud. Frost pinched his nose.

- Frost is good. There is no need to delay.

It was difficult to walk. I avoided the paths, and it was difficult to walk along the pristine deep snow. In this case, I had snowshoes. It did not smile to me to be found on the edge of the nearest forest in half a day, unsuccessfully storming the roadside. After a couple of hours I got to the frozen river and moved already on the ice. The speed has increased significantly.

The sun touched the horizon and squinting slightly, I moved straight towards him. I wanted to eat. I went without stopping for 8 hours. I was walking at night too. I thought I would be scared. But fatigue and hunger swept away all unnecessary thoughts. I just walked like a machine. Swayed slightly and did not see very well. But he was walking.

By the morning I drank anesthetic. Frozen hands and feet ached terribly. When the drug worked, I just went to the top of a cliff. Looked down. Everywhere, where the eye was enough, there was a forest. Thick, snow-covered forest. The sun was reflected in the winding canvas of a wide river. Nice place, I decided. Beautiful I sat on the edge, dangling my legs and plunging my stiff hands in cold pockets. Pleasant warmth began to spread over my toes and hands. Probably I completely froze them. Maybe even unbuttoned? So it will be faster? The clothes were not warm at all. Feels like it was cold, degrees 30. Not the hell, but quite to himself. With stiff fingers, I pulled the zipper on my jacket. Prickly cold, rushed inside. I cringed was. Then relaxed. I wanted it. What to resist?

- What are you really doing this? Here you? Here you sit. You think. Breathing. And killing yourself?

“It seems so,” I agreed with myself.

- Weak! Rag! Look around! Mira do not care! Just live. People live and worse than you and do not climb into the loop!

- Yeah. And there is. Do not be proud and do not deny. To hell with this life. This lying horizon, lying endless clouds and a beautiful sky. To hell with these chains. These endless compromises in everything and everywhere. I'm tired!

My eyes clouded over. Feet and hands became hot.

“Not bad,” I noted, and took off my hat. In general, it coincides with what I read about the process of death from cold.

“I wonder how quickly they will find me.” And if they find at all? I had no more thoughts. I fell into some kind of stupor and almost stopped thinking where I was and what I was doing. It seems that I still have to strip naked, but this is the last stage and I’d hardly be aware of that. Thoughts stopped. For a while I looked straight ahead and smiled faintly. Frost was slowly killing me. Terribly drove to sleep.I did not notice how my eyes closed. It seemed to me that it was always so. Half an hour later, I was completely numb. My heart stopped when I was fast asleep. My body collapsed twenty meters down, tumbled a couple of times and crashed into a deep snowdrift.

I woke up in a warm bed. Sharply opened his eyes. He turned his head to the left. A huge window or not a window? Outside the window - space. Beautiful planet and the moon so close that you can touch the hand. Am I in orbit? In space ?! I died so strangely and fell into the sky? What nonsense!

He turned his head to the right. In the chair next to the bed, sat a stunningly beautiful girl and looked at me thoughtfully. Seeing that I was awake, she smiled charmingly and softly said:

- Hi man. My name is Fay. And you?

“Andrei,” I breathed, my mouth dry.

- Nice to meet you, voltranin Andrew. I will tell you about your new life.

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8 comments
  • March 8, 2019 10:15

    fine!

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  • March 10, 2019 4:33

    Should I wait to continue?

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  • March 11, 2019 5:11

    I do not know, it was a very bad mood and period in life. It seemed to me that even better the rest of the adventures of my heroes would remain in the imagination of the readers. Thank you for your interest, it is very nice.

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  • March 13, 2019 23:15

    Continue, please write! Read like a little science fiction novel with elements of sex. Very cool, and interesting, and hooked!

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  • March 15, 2019 21:40

    Interesting, go on, good fiction)

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  • March 17, 2019 6:32

    Good story.
    No need to continue, better than the other.

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  • March 18, 2019 10:32

    Thank. And the truth is, this story is complete, albeit a rough one.

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  • March 30, 2019 14:53

    honestly, significantly worse than you usually write.
    Too depressive, reflexive, and not jerky. Although partly agree with your philosophy, but from the point of view of the genre of porn - there is too much of it, and it is completely unnecessary here. And from the point of view of the fiction genre, it is rather primitive, and the plot, as a whole, is banal.
    We do not want to offend, honestly. But, really, better write a pure porn, you do it many times better and more interesting.
    Again, the tags should indicate bisexuality, to avoid. For us, for example, it is very jarred.

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