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| An indifferent voice behind you says... Your agony is aesthetically displeasing to me! |
 Therefore, you will not experience any hell other than the one in which we grew up. You understand this world too well, and for you, it is the perfect dystopia. With all its lies, corruption, and the silenced voices of those who tried to speak out about what they saw and understood... You have understood it too. And it is best to keep quiet, it will be cheaper, and besides, there is always something lacking here – money, air, understanding, freedom... Or rather, it never existed. You are a representative of lost generations, trapped in the gap between two eras. There is no way out, there will be no mercy; this concrete mixer called the "21st century" will sweep away everything in its path, chew it up, grind it, and spit out the dry residue, and you will have to exist in this form for the rest of your life. No matter how you twist and turn, no matter how hard you try, the voice crying out in the wilderness is not heard even five steps away; it is drowned out, shattered by the universal conspiracy of silence. Because silence is golden. Who knows what will happen next? You probably know, because you are also a part of everything that is happening, even if sometimes you want to rise above it, or at least just stand aside. One who walks in the crowd and dares to stop and think will be trampled. But still – you have a chance. You know the rules of the game, you know some of the bribes and many of the bribe-takers. Maybe you are capable of changing something, at least trying... The only question is – do you want to? |
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Happy Life
And now – welcome to the rain-soaked provincial town of Tashlinsk. This intimate dystopia, a hell in itself, will be your Asylum from now on, the only outpost on the way to the savage world with its distorted notions of freedom, democracy, and other excesses of life. Here, they drink a lot, and they laugh a lot and often – with bitterness, with defiance, and never – easily and calmly. Here, nature itself has rebelled against what humanity has done to itself, and you are a part of this very humanity, whose children are not afraid of the rains and the sick (are they really sick?) people who die if they are not allowed to read. This world is doomed to die – in the form it exists in now. A world mired in betrayal, debauchery, the last place of exile for disgraced writers, poets, artists, and "secret advisors." You will find yourself here – in the blurred roads, in the fog, thick as jelly, in the endless squabbles with exhausted people... What can you do – beyond Tashlinsk, it's even worse, so you can say you're lucky. And maybe you'll be lucky further on, and the children, who understand much more than their parents, won't sweep you aside as unnecessary junk in the new history.
This is the end. Your answers have led you to the nearest chemical warehouse in the shortest possible time. See that wall? The brick one, worn, covered in cracks and strange-looking stains? Look closely, because this is the last thing you'll see. People like you are an obstacle to any social order. Incorrigible rebels, revolutionaries of all stripes, freedom fighters, and popular heroes... small pebbles in the gears. Unfortunately, it's too dangerous to leave you alive – because it's from people like you that R.P. McMurphy, V, Prestons, Foxes, and Till Eulenspiegel emerge. You are capable of destroying everything that has been created through titanic effort and hundreds of sacrifices. Oh yes, you definitely have that insatiable rebellious streak, which ultimately led you here. You believe in nothing, you trust no one, you subject everything to a barrage of criticism, and you stubbornly remain silent even during third-level interrogations. You don't betray your friends or give up your accomplices, even if it would make their lives easier or their deaths less painful. Who do you think you are? A messiah, a prophet, a fighter for justice? People like you always lack patience and understanding of the course of events. If you were released, you would tear down any of the existing worlds, sacrificing thousands of lives on the altar of your revolution, including your own. But you still haven't understood that people don't want freedom; they don't know what to do with it, and the moment you leave them, the light at the end of the tunnel will blind them. And kill them. Therefore, we will be forced to kill you. Don't resist; it won't do any good. There are more of us anyway, and your comrades are not here. We either caught them earlier, or we will catch them later. If this offers you any comfort, you certainly deserve respect. Therefore, we will not blindfold you. Get ready. Aim. Fire.