- Not for a long time!
Handcuffs on the boy quietly tinkled, and unexpectedly his face was distorted from pain. Walked on sparkle hands, probably applied the shock category. The boy reeled, and the large girl held him, whispered on an ear:
- Do not tease them ... We cannot win against system, it is so best of all to obey to it!
Red negatively shook the head, the suntanned person turned pale, but he told nothing. Can even not so much because of fear.
Artyom too similar revolted: all force to go a system and to a leg. It as if North Korea or something else is worse. And then beating laser?
But that the most annoying, probably to these worlds brawny and large bees, and behind them someone strongly looking like the anti-hero from "Star wars" govern. Even name similar: Dzhabba, truth Corpse. Anything to imechko for the dictator.
And the armor catafalque flew in a prison-yard. Smoothly stopped, even almost did not shake them. Here Artemas burned fear that the conclusion and a meeting with experienced criminals on plank beds perhaps are necessary. The boy tried to inspire in himself that he should sit with peers, and boys among themselves somehow yes will get on. But legs all the same shook. Reasonable, or can be with cybernetics inside, chains released legs, and after rubber thorns of a sole of sneakers of Artyom, barefoot, but clean heels of other detainees started gleaming.
In the yard there were several bees, and also fifteen more arrested. Newcomers constructed on growth in the general to colon here, and the bee the chief bellowed:
- To stand still!
Prisoners were extended as if soldiers in frunt. It is necessary to be motionless, without moving either a hand or a leg! At the left near Artyom the girl in one almost transparent shirt which appeared through the breasts deprived of a brassiere, and a short skirt stood. The boy devoured with a look the beauty, especially her faultless naked legs with equal suntan and clean bronze skin, magnificent hips, and the scarlet rosettes of nipples which certainly are translucent.
Suddenly the bee waved a bludgeon and, the taken-off electric discharge hit Artyom a forehead ... As if a weighty bludgeon hit, from eyes sparks fell down, and the captured boy did not fall only because couple of police drones picked up him under hands put into place. And terrible hail:
- I told you, quietly!
Artyom unsteadily stood on the feet, before eyes sparked, but by effort of will tried not to be unsteady. In the head the thought flew: as probably, here so painfully to be to soldiers in guard. And they unfortunate suffer also in a frost. And here warmly, degrees slightly more than thirty. There is no exhausting heat.
Artyom somehow to distract, tried, without turning the head, to consider a prison-yard. Generally anything special: around high walls, the truth without barbed wire, but on top some background flickers alternately pink, blue. Can do it as in a fantasy, a force field, or boards from VCh, the boy thought. Also it became even more foul: the society which here is highly developed more abruptly than terrestrial. Here at these drones, on hands hours from which are highlighted holograms. Oho, something like evolution of the cell phone with connection to the local Internet. However, and in the twenty first century you will not surprise with it. There is a difference that instead of the monitor, the three-dimensional, color projection rises from a bracelet. But also on Earth it are able. And a cudgel that from a distance in several meters beats current, not a rarity too. There are stun guns. Let them usually also thrust at shorter distance. But for certain long-range, let and the expensive, cutting-down cudgels also are available for people. Another matter, crews flying without screws and jet starting streams. This really progress. The boy, slightly shifted ridge that it was more convenient to stand and continued reasonings. Especially as one more tear-shaped, a little frightening flying funnels landed in the yard. The boy turned attention that during flight, air on a fraction of a second became lighter. The prison car means passed some field. It on major tone did not adjust. Equipment here in ...
Eh, if it got on the planet technically backward and in the Middle Ages, as if then was developed. With the not most outstanding marks, would show all as make smokeless gunpowder, or do automatic machines. And when would install systems of volley fire - "Hurricane", the empire of the tsar Artem Veliky would occupy all globe. And then, the greatest of emperors will lift the look to heaven and conquest of space will begin!
The boy gave vent own imagination. Here it is the first purpose - the Moon where live three-legged people are described by the baron Myunkhgauzen. They use special grenade launchers which shoot poppy heads as the weapon. And here such stream, and people of Earth on flying plates vstrechayuty fire of alpha lasers is rejected ... And the shock moshcha of radiations, forces three-legged...
Emergence of three more individuals, two high and more slender drones and plentifully discharged bee, strengthen tension. The system was extended even stronger in frunt, and Artyom has a zanyla a back. This still new types!
Bees murderers threw the developed rank of prisoners. Here already captivated representatives of the human race gathered more than fifty,
different age, but by sight nobody was more senior than sixteen. In a prison form when force to put on shorts and deprive of footwear. But here is how time could not but pay Artyom attention to the non-standard.
The main bee carelessly striding suddenly stopped near the young envoy of the earth and stared on the boy. It has three eyes similar to fragmentary holes: a green background in pimples and a failure in blackness. It is rather terrible, apparently, that just about and you the failure will drag away in it.
Artyom involuntarily blinked and receded back. To it right there between shovels the security guard a cudgel thrust, and the bee general cold tone said:
- The boy is dressed not to a form!
The drone answered with a deep voice:
- It inomiryanin, chosen Dzhabboy ...
