as about what only grace, The trouble science all and a grief will transport, We will build, heal, fly! We will reach progress tops - Let's receive strong, trust result! Also there will be in space to you a princess, And on Earth a scope and a harmony! All age are obedient to love - Boy too as eagle... Also there will be you the warrior proud - Let there will be a reason - is inspired! In our Fatherland, in happiness children, But we do not indulge, know them... Terribly we will answer a call, Both from the and from strangers! Sword and mighty hyper laser, Are uniform, the trade! We will not get stuck in this phase, And the new world - we will revive! Will beautifully go on nature - To spread flowers, buds... All universe at Rodya - And Russian, sacred host! We think space of open spaces, One throws in a moment to subdue! About to what without mountain sides... Though life is thin as silks a thread! Wave of Reason flew after it, then overtook, made reception "candle". With visible participation said: - Only I ask you, do not leave our planet, in any case, one without attendants yet. Malchik-popadanets with extreme sincerity answered: - Yes so far and your megalopolis did not become boring to me. Oleg Rybachenko found force, but still remained the child, pulled him to pleasures and entertainments. And they were immeasurable quantity everything here what the imagination of several galaxies, and a lot of things moreover including quirks of other mirozdaniye was capable of. The only thing of what did not get so it sex, but anions probably considered it too immoral. Oleg Rybachenko it however, did not confuse, he and did not want a forbidden fruit. Here jumping, I also travel around the city, it flew about all planet. It indeed was very big, in a form reminding a millstone. At the same time the megalopolis covered it entirely. One when the Tapir wanted to participate in a safari the giperplazmo-computer helped it, having slightly displaced measurement. The wood which opened before it was unlike on former, air and harmless. Even trees seemed monsters, leaves reminded predatory mouths, enormous flowers threateningly squeezed petals, branches lasted as a feeler. Using a force field, Oleg Rybachenko rejected the menacing extremities. But it became especially terrible when giant animals appeared. It was the real kvintesention of horror. Hundreds of teeth in each monster of tens of meters, the deafening roar and a terrible stench. The monsters covered with thorns, had on dozen of the heads and twenty tails everyone. Tearing apart and breaking as matches trees, generations of an underworld rushed to Oleg Rybachenko. The child for a moment felt a fear wave, but a second later it the powerful impulse of energy suppressed. Though the boy at any time could leave and hide in another dimension, he safely engaged with in number surpassing enemy. For a start he tried to beat off a force field. A sharp wave hands and two hilly rocks failed on a thicket. From blow the soil began to shake. - Quite good attack. - Commented on the computer. Oleg Rybachenko sharply pulled the forward, having lifted top the leg protected by the superweapon, the megaplasma screen fell upon an oskalenny snout. The beaten-out teeth departed in different directions. Falling, they blew up as if shells. The boy researcher felt passion, in his hands pocket ultralot - similarity of a luchemet flashed. However, unlike the army laser it only stuck together. Nevertheless, intensity of a dense stream of light was so big that was climbed up by skin, and children of a Satan eyes followed. - What not to be pleasant to you the sun. - The boy put out the tongue. - The darkness runs from light. Monsters began to run up. Then Oleg Rybachenko added to gas and began to strike blows, legs using the favourite style from smoke-muri - "The cutting steel". It is especially pleasant to beat in a jump or to carry out the favourite revolving object. Children of hell added on speeds, some tried to fly up. The boy rushed behind them, overtaking and ramming them as the kite hollows whales. Crushing blows, by means of a cybersuit overturn kilometer giants. And one such hulk five hundred million tons therefore the roar costs strashenny as if in a giant rolling shop weighs. - Here so Safari, well and Safari. - To Oleg Rybachenko it is cheerful. Still you would break mountains, and all thanks to science. Such terrible monsters run away from the boy, and he throws them as if children's toys. The boy asks the electronic assistant: - And whether it is impossible to take them on hands. - It is possible. - Thinly the giperplazmo-computer giggled. - For this purpose I will create to you special ruchishch, from invisible radiations. The boy hazardously sparkled eyes: - Then act. - In a touch second before Oleg Rybachenko arose transparent as extremity crystal, they synchronously repeated all movements of hands of the child. The boy jumped up, gave hands to new enormous toys. "Dinozavrika" twitched, then probably reconciled to the fate, calmed down. Oleg Rybachenko pushed together them foreheads, threw as zhonglersky balls up. Twirled, overwound, it is generally trivial childly was amused. Electronics enthusiastically propilikit: - Here what power manifestations of properties of hyper plasma give us. The boy warrior bellowed in reply: - I know. Listen, I will name you, and that bothered to call the computer or the store. The electronic device was flattered: - It is logical, at me know what index of intelligence. Oleg Rybachenko whimsically whined: - I know, do not put on airs better. You all the same only my assistant or servant. The cybernetic mechanism began to whimper: - But I want to become your friend. - When conditions ripen, you will become. - Oleg Rybachenko slightly slapped on a bracelet computer. - I solved, I will call you - the Biome. He agrees? The electronic device answered without hesitation: - Biome this good name. Sounds beautifully - I accept! The boy made the decision: - Then give a little more many-domed pangolins "podmatrosy" and back. Having much played enough, Oleg Rybachenko "stroked" in the end of the frightened animals and accurately put on the plowed earth. Then made flight to giant falls. Having cleaned a force field, hung for a while poured by a storming stream. Despite shine of five stars of a platinum shade water was cool and pleasantly refreshed swarty skin. Rybachenko Oleg wanted new thrills. It got out and made the way to the coast. Despite all risk, the boy undressed, even removed from the Biome hand, and the stream, slightly greenish with brown spots, stark naked flopped. It was pleasant to float, small mollusks tickled skin. Suddenly appeared armor backs, subjects with a double mouth from behind steep slopes. They reminded ominous mix of spiders and crocodiles, only the jaw is doubled, a cover red with needles. The boy roared, shaking the fist: - This freaks. Unknown breed. Oleg Rybachenko already far sailed from the coast therefore it was forced to pripustit, in all heavy. However, across proburaviv a bottom, the same arachnoid crocodiles jumped out. Though the body was new and strong at the boy researcher unpleasantly drained in in the pit of the stomach. It sharply jumped up up, expecting to jump over them one jump. However did not calculate force and badly made a start. Huge mouths clicked, the naked leg of the boy struck in teeth, having slightly injured skin. Phenomenal reaction rescued, Oleg Rybachenko managed to reproduce reception - "a threefold cuttlefish". "Sea little devils" having properly received in a snout, were taken aback. The boy not bad fought, and now in his muscles hyper plasma played. Breaking bones, and destroying jaws, working at the same time fists, he poraskidat monsters. However arthropods of a reptile did not want to be given. Two of them jumped as if toads, having thrown out sharp as reaped languages. The tapir hardly managed to dive, monsters faced, having pierced through - each other. Gray-brown-violet and orange-orange blood poured down. These creatures had three hearts, two absolutely different blood systems, and four hungry stomachs. However, on their physiological features there was no wish to turn attention to Oleg Rybachenko. Having made dozen of waves, he did not promote on meter, then felt how the feeler death grip overflowed an anklebone. Pulled the young researcher on a bottom. Having dodged, he tried to break off a loop, one forces were not enough. And terrible reptiles already swam up to it. The despair prompted an exit. Having used teeth, the boy terminator bit through a dense cover and tough meat. Mouths clanked hardly, without having cut off the head, will hook firm as diamonds canines a shoulder. It was very sick, the Tapir struck with two fists in eyes at once and from a reciprocal push a bullet took off on a surface. Then, having jumped reptiles on a back, he struck it heels, having forced to spin, and after leaning on a prickly back made a jump. Nasey, time he almost reached the coast. The feeler inertly tried to hook on it for a foot, but the boy managed to escape. Having reached the firm soil, Oleg Rybachenko felt more surely. The biome to fish soup waited for it soaring in air, the hyper suit also rose having extended by the soldier. . HEAD? 9 Poroshenko has adventures at height, in the world of space eternally young monsters too. Here the President-billionaire also asks: - And how we will distinguish each other? The boy anion automatic answers: - By means of a gravioskaner. - Well, it is possible. - Pyotr Alekseevich transferred the hyper suit to a condition of a nezrimost. Then it became easier to fly, and nobody paid attention to them. Only the image through a helmet began to move with a greenish shade. The academician anion playfully and fervently offered: - If you want, we can visit our laboratory. Poroshenko was surprised: - It there where you make experiments? - Yes in it. There we have serious developments. - Melor pointed a finger in an orange distance. - Let's hurry! Speed of men of science grew. Some of anions by which they flew by, quickly jumped aside in the parties. - Eh, razzudis shoulder. - Pyotr Alekseevich cried out. Its shout frightened away "children" and some of guests. One of them reminding a shestikhvosty jerboa so sharply jumped aside that sshib an anionka, and then crashed a wall. - Women! Boom! Bach! - The cheerfulness wave rolled on the president-billionaire, so laughing, he, nearly crashed into a triangle of on the point duty flying robot. The power screen softened blow, teeth clanked. The boy academician prompted: - It is effect of an energy surplus. Holds apart you, but try to hold emotions in hand. Pyotr Alekseevich confusedly murmured: - Yes I also understand what is not serious, but it is so much in me a nonsense. The young boy in centuries answered: - Nothing you will have soon an opportunity to splash out energy. Over a brotherhood clouds are condensed. It not too surprised Poroshenko: - What does war threaten? The academician-boy confirmed: - Like it, besides, it is possible to be enlisted in army of universal rescue. Poroshenko was puffed up and answered: - I will consider it. - Here we also arrived. Melor pointed to a floating bubble with the sharp shining top and loudly exclaimed: - Our laboratory. The construction was kind one and a half kilometers in the diameter. Pyotr Alekseevich moved apart widely hands. - I understand this - the building of science. - Boredom sciences! - The president-billionaire smacked the lips lips. - Where we will dive, there is no door? - Directly in a wall. Time, two and in the king! - The boy genius looked at Poroshenko as on intellectually defective child. Two men of science flew in a bubble belly. Walls were moved apart by itself, having passed grandmaster. Interiors were divided into several compartments where robots and not numerous anions worked. Melor became visible again and greeting waved with him a palm. Those joyfully answered, music played, fires flickered. - Here it a miracle - your peremestitel, you can explain us the principles of his action. The boy academician resolutely objected: - It is my personal secret - a know-how! I want it to give out to nobody. In which president, all considered as the cold egoist, the hero suddenly woke up: - Even if will inure to benefit of all mega-hyper Universe. Having improved a movement method on the worlds, we could give help to all oppressed beings of the infinite universe. Akademik-ogolets doubted: - Again references to advantage to whom? Poroshenko helplessly made a helpless gesture. Then Melor was responsible for him: - To all that is reasonable there are billions and even trillions of different types and types of live and reasonable matter. And we still a young civilization not most advanced in the Universe. But in the majority of anions are full of love and compassion. Poroshenko heaved a deep sigh: - As spoke at us wise muzhi-good intentions the road to hell is paved. - Hell this bad place of posthumous dwelling? - Melor specified. Skilled Poroshenko nodded: - You are acute. Sometimes it is a foul place and during lifetime. Young anion willingly confirmed: - That's it posthumous existence is foggy and is not proved, there are only numerous often inconsistent theories. Therefore our main goal to achieve justice and happiness during lifetime. Pyotr Alekseevich pompously said: - Good purpose. I and most would not like what churchmen teach to - wait, suffer, and after you it will be rendered in heaven. And specifically to improve life to them it is weak and there is no desire. - All religions in all universe are constructed on mercantile interests. Melor hooked a leg a spring, it began to vibrate. - Self-interested deception here credo of priests of various races and types. However, at us in it still will be, an opportunity will be convinced. - I on the planet saw enough of such rats. - Pyotr Alekseevich approached the device and began to adjust. The boy academician was surprised: - What do you do? - I watch what incidentally would not jerk. - Half in jest the president-billionaire said. Melor gave a whistle through clenched teeth: - All right, but you I hope, will not try to run away from us. Poroshenko quite rationally noticed: - And why, so far I could be convinced that you quite decent civilization. Melor did not answer it. Anion made a sign to the robot and delivered the whole set of unknown devices and details. - This will help you to improve the car. And the most important we can arrange conveyor production. Here by the way get acquainted with my colleagues. Two boys and the girl at once teleported, having got up near Melor. - We traditionally call ourselves not on names, and by nicknames. - There began a girl. - My name is Time. Another melodiously continued: - And me Sil! The third stridently loudly added: - And I am Volya! And all amicably roared: - Each of us made a set of discoveries for the benefit of a brotherhood and all reasonable. Force the blond boy with a tattoo in the form of lightnings and thorns on a face a grasshopper jumped up, then took similarity of a luchemet. - I made it. Unlike usually already traditional and set the teeth on edge laser this weapon special - it shoots the granulo-field. - Well and in what difference, from the laser. - Curious Pyotr Alekseevich inserted. The boy with a type of the know-it-all of universal scales explained: - At hit it causes turning of space. At the same time matter is turned as a snail, compresses to the molecule sizes more true. The enemy who is naturally reduced to such sizes is not dangerous at all. The president-billionaire did not understand in what a dirty trick: - But the opponent cut by a beam does not pose threat too. The boy academician logically and rationally explained: - Truly, but the force field easily parries beams. The truth is more powerful luchemeta with a termokvarkovy rating, but also filters are improved. Already made experiments from the field on twenty four measurements. The weapon grows - the armor improves, the armor amplifies - ability to punch it increases. Poroshenko absolutely fairly clever by nature guessed: - And the granulo-field as far as I understood, punches any power and protective barrier. Eternally young academician with enthusiasm confirmed: - Almost except thirty six measured, but so far it was not created. I think, as there are no pricks of it though billions of the worlds work at them. - Pricks. - Pyotr Alekseevich cheerfully burst out laughing. - Similar to pricks! What for types? The academician-boy frowned: - And we did not speak to you: the arthropods with eight floors breathing radioactive isotope of fluorine. These are even not proteinaceous i