On the petals of flowers arise, constantly changing various, moving pictures, most often single combat of various inimirians, or battles in retro style.
"Maybe it's force fields!" Thought the president boy, rubbing his temples, his brain was ready to boil over with an abundance of impressions. "There were a few lights, such a play of light and colors is not reproducible on our planet! What strange shapes they take from their creations of the mind!"
Here one of the spherical buildings hung on seven legs, edged with leaves, framed with precious stones, painted each under the color of the flag of the elves of Luciferstan. Another structure was executed in the form of a seven-pointed star and slowly rotated around its axis. Other buildings resembled New Year trees, cakes with o In the lower floors of the luxurious buildings were full of colorful entrances and exits with the names displayed on the screens. And what's strange, all the names are absolutely understandable, restaurants, shops, entertainment centers of all levels and types, various services. This was reminiscent of the much-increased and incomparably more luxurious Central presidential prospectus of Washington.
When he first saw him, Donald Trump was still very young, remembered how shocked he was to the depths of his soul and now, literally, devoured with his eyes a dazzling imperial splendor. Of course, much here has no analogues on Earth.
Well, what kind of human designer will put his head down the spiers, domes and pools with colorful creatures and indescribably formidable monsters. Even scary to look, it seems that everything is about to collapse on his head.
One of the elven girls flew over him, slightly touching the shiny shoe. Donald slightly swayed, he was already tired, walked a few miles on foot.
"You probably have not eaten for a long time, starry warrior," the angel-girl roared with a silver bell.
Moving tracks, if there were, then, obviously, turned off. Apparently, in the ultramegalopolis of the distant future, excessively cared for the physical form. The surface became more rough and bare feet began to sate and itch. Donald, really, really wanted to eat, because it feels like it's not the first day of hunger, except for that ...
But who can know how much time he spent in communication with the goddess, who practically did not feed him, but just had fun ... Trump was not really excited.
In the street full of colorful calling machines: "It's time to refresh!".
Rationally thinking Donald decides:
- Two deaths do not happen, but with an empty belly is not life!
Just had to go to the machine, as soon as a three-dimensional projection of a beautiful seven-colored girl with wings appeared. In a language that seemed English, the wondrous nymph said:
- What does the small but daring conqueror of the universe want?
"Eat it!" Trump said honestly, a hungry shine was read in the blue eyes of the president's boy.
"A set of one hundred and fifteen million products is at your service." - Finished fairy fairy, adding the size of the wings.
- Then the ice cream "White House", lemonade, juice, cake and chocolate. The delighted tomboy president babbled.
- And what kinds? Specify the order! - There were two girls, and they struck unnaturally large.
"It's all the same, if only it's delicious." - Trumbled muttered Trump, helplessly spreading his hands.
"It's the most delicious?" In accordance with the most mass standard? - Apparently cybernetic servants have repeatedly had to deal with clients who do not understand what they want.
- Yes! Donald blurted out relieved.
"Raise your hands, look straight ahead." Or get your personal identification card, mini soldier. - The holographic nymphets were chorused.
The boy-president raised both hands. A dim yellow light flashed, apparently, it was scanned.
- In the card file, your identity does not appear, you do not have a personal military card, so you can not be serviced. - Squeaked girls and immediately turned purple, crossed their arms in the prohibitive gesture of steep elves.
Donald Trump hurried away from the machine, his heels were burning in the literal sense of the word. Here, it seems, is technotronic identification communism. Trump sat down on a breezy boudoir, rigidly hunched over and propping his chin with his hands. I thought ... The future was drawn in the darkest tones. He is completely alone in another galaxy, surrounded by an inimirian, creatures, worse than the most predatory, wild beasts.
And in the head can not come any saving idea. Oliver Twist and it was better in London, there are at least the same people as the homeless thug. And where will he go? Can he surrender himself, counting on mercy in prison? There at least feed, even in such a humiliating way, through the hose.
"Why are you so despondent, photon?" What I see, lick. It seems you want to drive princeps plasma into the stomach?
An unfamiliar boy in glittering clothes held out his hand, smiling. How humanly it is! The face of the elfin is round childish, not at all evil, in advertising for proper nutrition to be removed, only presses the palm too much. The forehead is tall, the hair is light, wide-set blue eyes. True, a tanned, wiry arm, as if made of steel, capable of breaking a bone. Donald struggled to restrain himself, not giving a look that it hurts, the child's hand is compressed as if in a tortured gripe.
He only honestly said:
- Yes, I'm hungry!
"You seem to be from remote colonies, you are very singed, and your appearance is shabby, strange." - Said with a little sympathy in the voice of a young elf.
