Meganesia.Deportation

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Aleksandr Rozov

Meganesia.Deportation (Меганезия.Депортация) is first part of utopia by Aleksandr Rozov (Розов Александр Александрович) about fantastic country Meganesia.

The text is interpreted from the Russian original

00. Preface

This section is not part of Utopia by Rozov. It is apology, justification, why the text is copypasted below.
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Texts by Aleksandr Rozov (Розов Александр Александрович) about Meganesia are available at various sites.
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01. Prologue

CNN, Lanton, Tintung Island, Nelson County, Meganesia. Video. Direct translation.

The screen shows widely smiling solid man, at the backdrop of the square, surrounded by flowering shrubs. Behind bim, the big statue of a young girl, dressed in a lava-lava, is seen the middle of the square, at the rocky pedestal.

— Now, Meganesia is in the center of loud international scandal. I am at the main square of its capital, Lanton, located on Tintung Island. Formerly, the residence of the governor was there, but at the time of the so-called Aluminum Revolution, it had been blew with ammonal. The remain was the only this one rock of the basement. Now a monument to Queen Laonirua, or, as the locals call her, queen Lao, is placed at this rock. The monument, by the way, is made of the same aluminum.

Queen Laonirua is a pseudonym. Her original name is Lisa Korn. Born at Boston, the daughter of an African American man and a Chinese woman, Ms. Korn, at the beginning of his career, plays in musicles of Nicholas Skinner. When, Skinner had been convicted in tax evasion, they both left the US and moved to Lanton; that time, it was the administrative center of British Oceania. Here, they got involved in the adventure of Batak nationalists; they wanted to restore the monarchy, existed here before the British dominion. They passed off Miss Korn as the heiress of an ancient royal family, using her outward resemblance to an aboriginal. This clumsy scam would have remained only in jokes, but during a clash with the colonial authorities Batak Ms. Korn had been accidentally shot by a cop. That moment, she sang a song «Go down, Moses» by Louis Armstrong.

The dead Ms. Korn happened to be much more convincing in the role of Queen Laonirua, than alive. Words: «Let my people go» from the bible and from the song became a symbol of the local ultra. Next day, the police used the water guns and teat gas against the crowd. In response, the ultra invited the mercenaries, Hutu and military instructors from Vietnam; they staged mine warfare in Lanton and then on the rest of the island Tintung. Within a day, the administrative buildings and barracks of the colonial troops were destroyed. Mercenary raids forced the British troops to leave, first, from the island; then from the entire archipelago Nelson, and then to leave from the nearby archipelago. The rebels have set up an independent confederation Meganesia of four archipelagos, and adopted the «Magna Carta», which is strange mixture of communism, fascism and paganism.

The self-proclaimed National Convention had appointed a technical government and established the randomly-elected Supreme Court with draconian power. From the selected mercenaries, the police corpus had been formed to carry out the decisions of this court. The archipelago had been covered by a wave of repressions and expropriations. Party of the Batak nationalists tried to recall their role in the seizure of power, but their attempts were cruelly drowned in blood. The revolution, as always, devoured its children. The Supreme Court banned all political parties and all state institutions, declaring a state to be an anti-national idea and a stronghold of the old regime.

These reforms have attracted a significant number of archipelagos leftist groups in South America. They had been used to form the military forces. Their inability to fight had been compensated by the extreme brutality of their terrorist acts. After the bloody incident with the US-Japanese concession at island Pandzhong, the Supreme Court declared terrorism as official military doctrine. This caused a half-yearly international isolation of Meganesia, which was interrupted only because of the need to maintain navigation in the region.

By the time, several archipelagos joined the confederation, which is why many Pacific routes happen to be as in the internal waters Meganesia, and, in any case, in the 200 mile zone of the country. Soon, this economic region mastered private investors, attracted by low taxes. In Meganesia, unlike the communist countries, the freedom of private businesses is mainly preserved, and in some places this freedom is even greater than in the West. Natural resources and a number of industries are nationalized, and the practice of so-called social observers sometimes just looks scary, but it does not stop risky business, attracted by tax carrot.

Despite the absurdity of the resulting regime, it happened to be viable, shaming the political analysts who had predicted its rapid collapse. There is nothing new under the sun, something similar happened in the past century in Cuba. Like Cuba, Meganesia is jokingly called the "islands of freedom". These countries are similar in terms of population size and land area. But Meganesia scattered across thousands of small islands and atolls of the Pacific Ocean, so the area of ​​its water is larger than the area of ​​the whole of Africa. Such is the paradox.

The regime here is very different from the Cuban, although it is not less, but rather more repressive. A witty commentator called this regime a dictatorship without a dictator, and anarchy without anarchists. Another paradox: the index of well-being Meganesia held on 34 place, just behind the developed countries. Tourists may seem that there is complete freedom, not limited even elementary decency. But once you break any smallest rule of the local Magna Carta, the repressive apparatus overwhelm you with all its might. This happened recently with several humanitarian organizations. Police without warning opened fire on peaceful protesters, dozens of people were injured and two of them were killed. Nineteen of respected public and religious leaders were thrown in jail and brought to justice. Their organizations were banned, the property — confiscated, and they were sentenced to death, commuted later to the immediate deportation.

What was the crime of these people? It turns out, that they only demanded to respect their religion and morality to the extent, that is guaranteed by international human rights instruments.

My colleague, Michael O'Donnell will tell you more, how to understand freedom in Meganesia. He is now in Strasbourg, which recently completed a scandalous statement by the representative of the Supreme Court of Meganesia.

I am Ken Wilson; on this I finish my special reportage for the CNN from Lanton.

02. Grendal Vlkov, the chief judge by lot

... In order to avoid a fuss about his person, in the airplane Grandal was wearing wide sunglasses. He joined the waiting line at the airport at the tail, after all the passengers; he come to the border controls last. Nobody paid attention to the taut uncle, slightly above the average growth of about forty, dressed in loose pants and a light grey shirt. He had to take off the sunglasses at the face-control. The young lieutenant immediately lost official stolidity.
— You are that Grendal Vlkov? Judge?
— Yes. Don't I look like myself?
— I saw you yesterday on TV.. You ripped them well!
— True?
— In my opinion, yes ... your card, Vlkov san. Welcome back home. Good luck!
— Thank you, officer san.

The home on the atoll Sonfao was still in 700 kilometers, but the domestic atmosphere surrounded Grendal as soon as he entered the tram from the airport to the piers of the Lanton bay. A motley crowd of all races and skin colors, dressed in all possible styles of clothing, from mild tropical jeans suits to traditional sarongs and lava-lava, gesturing animatedly, chatting with each other and on the mobile phone, at all eight major Meganesian languages. Sunset in Lanton is brisk, there was the evening rush hour.

The contest of social administrations was approaching, less than a month left; so, all the luminous posters along the route were filled, advertising:

«Are you rich enough to not to considered the utility costs? And we are not! Vote for the quota for the poors in the supervisory board of public utilities. It is profitable to you!»

«Most professions require two higher educations. Do you want an efficient economy? Vote for social payment of the second higher education!»

«Do you want to live in a country, where everything is like you? Not? Then vote for the Islanders Support Aboriginal communities today, because tomorrow you will not restore them at any price.»

«I have a dream to see the world, but I do not have enough money. You do not want to over 10 years have surrounded the gray men, do you? Vote for the financing of children's social tourism.»

«Are you tired of the high cost? Not satisfied with the quality of goods? Why Hi-Tech development is handled by ignoramuses? Vote for the qualification requirement for social observers!»

«Do we want to see a new generation of healthy? Then, why families with sick children receive more social finance? Vote for the program of eugenics!»

«I work in the same way as you do, and I pay the same social security contributions. Are not you ashamed to share my money without me? Vote for equal suffrage for working teens!»

«90 percent of crimes can be prevented by civilians. Vote for the inclusion of a minimum of police training program in schools — and security will become cheaper.»

«You feel sorry for the money, spent for the accelerator tube or for the space research? Do not you feel sorry for the grandchildren, who will not have enough power and space? Science is the future, vote for it today!»

«We all love wildlife, but not that much to go back to the cave life! Vote for the reasonable limitation of the environmental requirements and costs.»

«Half of the medical officers are charlatans! Half of the medications is more harmful than piercings and implants! Down with medical control over salons body-art!»

Next to this poster, two dozen of noisy off-dressed young men dangled. Their bodies were painted and decorated with shiny appliqués. There was a police car near. Two policeman looking as Indian and Irish, were asking something from the blue-haired mulatto girl with a silver ring in his nose, wearing a loincloth of luminous fabric.

Grendal snorted. He could understand the meaning of body painting, but disliked the piercings and stuff like that. However, everyone has the right to decorate their bodies as it sees fit — no need to discuss the personal preferences ...

At the piers , hundreds hydroplane were floated, of different designs, sizes and colors, painted emblems of transport firms, with Chinese kanjies, with symbols tribal totem Aboriginal-utafoa and just whatever that fit the artistic taste and fantasy owners. A few dozen of such machines were in the air or rolled in the water, either taking off or landing. The water area of ​​the bay was covered with dozens of spotlights and bright advertisements route taxi. Agents trade union of individual airrickshaw, mostly teenagers, saunter over the area with banners depicting the directions of flights and prices.

As a rule, here, aliens cannot find their way, so, they buy tickets at the office of the central agency's internal transport, the glass pyramid is stuck in the middle of the square. But Grendal, as local people, in five minutes found the cheap rickshaw to Sonfao. The cheapness was due, firstly, the presence of two fellow travelers, flying to Atoll Terarua (that meant for Grendal a hook of fifty kilometers), and secondly, the lack of light aircraft public certificate. The latter circumstance was announced by the rickshaw-Malay, to the passengers, id est, to Grendal and a young couple, Chinese woman in an almost invisible bikini and the Russian man in bright orange Bahama shorts.

— «Da huya sya» (that means "Oops"), — the girl said in the Asian slang, and climbed into the back seat.
— «Po huy» (no difference), — answered her beau in the same slang and followed her.

Grendal shrugged and sat next to the pilot. Any Meganesian knows, rickshaws spit on certification. The machine conforming the standards is much more expensive than a simple fiberglass «fly-wing» with a compact but powerful ethanol turbine.

Rickshaw ensured, that passengers are buckled; he closed fairing and muttered something into the microphone. Then he turned on the take-off lights and then, the turbine. Light aircraft ran a hundred meters on water and soared into the air.

Some time Grendal was looking down at the ocean, dotted with scatterings of bright colored lights by various vessels. Then Grendal lost the margin between the ocean and the stars and slept for two hours, until landing in a lagoon Terarua. The rickshaw drew to one of the piers, the couple went; and the oldman, say, eighty years, purebred utafoa, climbed into the back seat.
— To Ragan, — he grumbled.
— Through Sonfao. — Rickshaw said, — twenty pounds.
— Fifteen, — the oldman said.
— Seventeen, — threw Rickshaw.

Oldman nodded, counted out the bills, handed them a rickshaw and began stolidly to fill the long tobacco pipe covered with intricate carvings.

The aircraft turned to neck of the lagoon and again soared into the air. Few minutes later the cabin filled with heavy smoke. The Rickshaw went in asthmatic cough; he released the driving stick, loosened his seat belts, rose, and pulled the cowl of cabin with his shoulder. The cover bended a little bit, and the fresh wind, wroth loud sound, entered the cabin, taking the smoke out. Rickshaw put an empty can into the gap, fixing the cowl in a secure, from his point of view, way. Then rickshaw returned to the pilot's seat and tighten his belt in a way, prescribed in the aircraft's user manual. The same manual allowed neither smoking on board, nor loosening of the pilot's seat belt in flight, nor fixing the cover in semi-open position with an empty can, leaving the wide gap. However, in Meganesia, one usually does not mention so small deviations from the manual instruction; especially if to the old people are involved. Rickshaw coughed out the remnants of smoke from his lungs and returned to the phlegmatic piloting.

Grendal pulled out a mobile phone and touched the icon with image of lodge:
— Hi, honey!
— Aloha! Where are you?
— Hundred miles south from you. Half an hour to fly.
— OK. Irji will meets you with boat. Are you hungry?
— As a devil!
— It's good. I like to feed you.
— I love you.
— I love you too. I wait for you. Kiss!
— See you soon!

— Wife? — the old man asked from the back seat.
— Yes.
— Beautiful?
— Oh, yes! — said Grendal. He was pretty sure Laisha is the most beautiful woman, at least within our galaxy.
— Many children?

Grendal silently showed two fingers.
— Wah! — Outraged grandfather. — Not good. A strong man, a beautiful woman, should make many children. Who will live under the moon, if you are lazy?
— We work on it, — Grendal said diplomatically.

Old utafoa mumbled something and turned to the window. Apparently, the answer is not dispelled his concerns about the next generation.

03. Sonfao City

The shimmering spot of light appeared ahead: a small Sonfao City nightlife. Soon, Grendal saw lights of houses along the coast and yellow dots on the mast lanterns fishing Proa around the atoll. And then the mobile squeaked.
— Hi, Dad! Two points to the south, is that your headlight?
— Hi, Irji. I think so, no one else is seen nearby.
— Aha! I'm in the lagoon, I raise the Red Fire.
Fifteen seconds — and almost in the middle of the lagoon, the brightest scarlet asterisk appeared. Grendal touched the rickshaw's shoulder and pointed that asterisk with his finger.
— He picks you up? — the rickshaw asked, slightly shifting the headphones.
— Yes. A son.
— Wow! How old is he?
— Thirteen.
— You allow the boy to drive the boat in the ocean at night?
— That is good! — the old man butted, — ten years old I went in the night between the atolls.
— It's good for utafoa, — said the pilot, — you have sailor skill in genetics.
The old man chuckled mischievously:
— You said the scientific word and you think, all told?
— Laguna is not the open ocean. — Grendal said.

The flier hit the water, made a long arc and stopped, swaying on the weak waves. The boat with red fire was approaching. The pilot pulled up the cowl.
— Good luck!
— Good luck in the sky! — Grendal said.

He got out of the cab to the right float and jumped into the boat. The flyer roared with motor, turned around and disappeared in darkness.

Irji gravely kept the helm. A thin, dark-skinned, he would look as a native, if not the red hair, green eyes and freckles, seen even through the dark tan.
— How are you, Dad? — He asked, heading the boat to his home.
— As usual, Grendal replied.
— Did they tire you out, Dad?
— Who?
— Well, — the boy shook his left hand in the air, — the Western Offee. Our lecturer on ecohistory says, they are, and have always been cabrones. How Eures and the Yankees survive with them?
— So he says?
— Well, not really so, but of that kind. Isn't this true?
— How to say, — Grendal scratched his head, — of course, the politicians are a little bit rotten. But people somehow got accustomed. They live, and those are perceived as a habitual nuisance. And how are you here?
— Fine. Yesterday, Sabi and I changed the wind turbine. While ma was at work.
— You took Sabi at the mast? You do realize that she is still small?
— What? She wanted to, but I'm to blame, right?
— Did you apply the safety belts?
— You ask ... But ma anyway scolded..

They approached the pier. The house itself, as is usual in Meganesian suburbs, consisted mainly of terraces, balconies and canopies. Only in the depth, the concrete box kept all the construction. The wooden staircase was covered with a roof shaped as a butterfly spread its wings. That "butterfly" had a proboscis, the tube dipped into the pool: the roof served as a condensing water collector and a solar battery. On the sides, there were: the mast with wind generator, a bar with a satellite dish-antenna, and the pipes to the tanks of the local water supply system. This autonomy of housing here was common. Often, even the fuel alcohol is rectified at the backyard from the fermented algae.

Vlkovs preferred to buy not only fuel, but also the fish at market in the city; so, they were reputed as not so practical. Alcohol perhaps, okay, but what a whim, to buy fish, while there is plenty of it at the ocean?

But orchard of Vlkov's was the subject of a certain envy of neighbors. It gave not only the usual local things like pumpkins and bananas, but even the grapes (that gives the excellent grappa samogon). No one believed that this is only a consequence of agroengineering Laisha profession, and tied her talent with her Italian origin. Everything, they say, it's in the genes..

From the front terrace to the ocean. There was a wide staircase, passing through another canopy at the pier. Under the canopy. there was the usual set of cheap flier and a small jeep. At the pier, the small proa was moored; not serious proa with trawl winch for fishing, popular here, but small, sporty.

At the end of the pier, between the two marker beacons, hands on hips, Laisha was. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt that were once white, but now — with purple spots of the fruit. She did not fit the standard of the Calabrian farmer by unsufficient volume of the breast and thighs, and her higher education was out of place here. But, if Laisha really decided to enter this role, nothing could stop her.

— Horror! — Laisha said, looking at her husband' with her bright green eyes. — Cheeks sunken, face green. What the hell did you have in this barbaric Europe? Wash yourself and go to the table!
— Uh, — Grendal hugged her, — To the table is great. Can I get a glass of grappa ...
— You can! But first, throw your rags to the washing machine and take a shower. You seem to collected all the dust from that dirty continent.
— Nothing like that, — he said, — there is still plenty of it left there.
— Then I'm happy. The Europeans will not have to change their habits. And now march into the shower.

04. The Magna Charta and the world press

After the shower, Grendal wrapped in a lava-lava, and, finally, felt to be really at home. The whole family gathered on the central terrace. However, Irji was already sitting at the computer and doing something on the Internet, and Sabi slept, wrapped in a blanket, in a wide armchair in front of the switched-off TV in the far corner of the terrace near the garden.

— Again you watched the cartoon about the stupid polar bears? — Grendal asked, scratching Sabi behind her ear.
— They are not polar bears, but pandas, — she muttered, keeping her eyes closed.
— Does it makes any difference?
— Yes. They are not stupid, but funny, — she opened her eyes. — Oh, Dad, when have you arrived?
— About ten minutes ago. Honey, do not you think, that you will be more convenient to sleep at the children room? We're going to make a noise..
— Noise does not bother me, — she generously allowed, turning to the other side. — And I'm bored in my room.
— Do not worry, — Laisha intervened, — let the girl sleep, where she likes. And sit down at the table. I made the Eintopf, it should be eaten while hot.
— Ain.. What?
— Ein-Topf. Bavarian soup.
— Ah, — Grendal said, coming to the table, — it should be very barbarian, because it smells delicious.
— Not Barbarian, but Bavarian! — Laisha said, — so, eat it!.. By the way, how was the conference? On TV, it looked like a circus. I did not understand, and turned it off.
— I did not understand too, — Grendal said, swallowing the first spoonful of soup. — It would be better to send Jelly or Macrin. Or, at least, Ashur. At least, they are judges the rating, while I am by the lot. They would explain better..
— Macrin called yesterday. He said, this is good, that they sent you.
— What else has he told?
— He said, they distributed the tomorrow work among themselves; so, you have a day off. A gift from colleagues.
— Very nice of them, — Grendal mumbled with his mouth full.
— Do not grumble, Gren.
— I did not even think to grumble, — he said, — by the way, where is my grappa?
— To the left of you in a plastic bottle.
— Ah, I see. — He filled his glass and licked his lips.
— Pa, which is "fascist"? — Irji asked.
— Are you lazy to look in the encyclopedia?
— Yeah, it says that the fascists are criminals, they created the state and prohibited to evaluate the administration, and killed everyone who would like organize the society in a different way. And they made war, although nobody had attacked them.
— Well, in general, properly written.
— Pa, why then in «Europe monitor daily» wrote that you are fascist?

Laisha turned to Grendal and, spreading his hands, said:
— What a horrible lot!.. You'll have to explain about fascists.

Grendal shrugged, drank a little grappa and asked:
— Irji, do you know, why I had to fly to Strasbourg?
— Because you had kicked out of the country some fags, and other fags made noise about it.

Laisha splashed her hands:
— Hey, from whom did you hear that word? — Laisha asked.
— From you, Ma, — calmly replied the boy. — You told so explained this to uncle Wang Ming. Well, who are fags?
— Those, who make policy on the sexual orientation, — Grendal explained, — but let's first consider the fascists. Firstly, there was the decision to deport, then the noise. It was not decision of one, but that of the board the judges, chosen for this year. You know how..
— I do, — Irji interrupted, — we learned this in the first class.
— Well done. Now print out the article, where it is written that I am a fascist.

Irji made a few clicks with mouse. Several pages fell out of the printer. The first article had a striking headline:

«Shocking statements by Meganesia Inquisitor.»

Below was a picture Grendal and commentary on it:

– «"For the first time in the history of the European Union, a tribune has been given to a fascist", said Nurali Abu Salih, Commissioner of the Council of Europe for Human Rights.»

Next was a text, where fragments of direct speech of Grendal were bold italics. The collection was impressive, journalists worked well with scissors and glue:
«Magna is above all moral authority and all religions with all their history»
«We have the right to expose the moral terror of any group of people with special customs»
«If some people do not like our regime, get out from our country»
«No compromises. The court issue an order, and the police must fulfill it»
«Your democracy is decorative handkerchief hiding a slave collar on your neck»
«You put on your knees, knowing, that your tolerance is just cowardice»
«The government has no right to allow himself such luxuries as a conscience and compassion»
«We keep an efficient military corps that be used weapons without hesitation»

— Wow, — Laisha said, looking over Grendal shoulder, — still good, you just have called a fascist, not a cannibal, for example. These look like statements by a cannibal. Gren, did you really told this??
— No, Laisha.. I mean, I really said it, but not exactly so. All these were in the context. And here, we see the short quotes. Type of Chinese noodles. What a devils ..
— On TV it was cool, — Irji supported him, — pitty, you did not look it, Ma. By the way, I had recorded it. For the history. It may happen to be useful.
— But it was impossible to watch all this in raw, and listen the nonsenses, thrown by these idiots..
— They're fun, — said the boy, — they say English words, but without any sense.
— It's called "political rhetoric", — explained Grendal — a special trick to confuse the listeners.
— You do the same thing, when you're too lazy to do your homework, — added Laisha.

The phone sounded.
— It begins.. — sighed Grendal, — Hello, I listen... Oh, hi, Mom ... Okay ... No, not really ... Well, all of them ... No, honestly, I do not want and will not ... Well, give it up ... Yes, Dad ... Wait a minute, I'll explain..

He explained during quarter of an hour. Then he hung up the phone and silently poured another glass of grappa.

— Are your parents fine? — Laisha asked.
— The ancestors also read about the "fascist", — Grendal answered, — my father urges me to write an e-mail for the coordinator of Foreign Affairs to the European Commissioner, to sent a note of protest. Abu Salih should be denied entry to Confederation for those journalists.
— Are they contractually obligated to do this?
— Yes, — he said, slurping cooled Eintopf, — Dad even found a section number, such and such, charge in case of hostile acts of foreign officials in relation to public officers of the Confederacy. But why? Well, refuse them the entry permit, what next? It's like to sue your neighbor's for his cat which shat on your doorstep. Win few coins, but everyone knows that you are in shit.

The phone sounded again.

— Eat, Gren, I answer, — Laisha said, — hello.. who is ... What ... Oh, I see ... I am Laisha.. The people say I am his wife; maybe it's true ... What ... He eats soup ... Is it necessary to be done today? ... I see. Can you do it by phone? ... Ah, agree on the text? Okay, I ask.
— Who falls on our heads? — Asked Grendal.
— Press. The guy from «Pacific social news» begs a visit. He says that it is written in your contract ...
— I know. It says "immediately". Couldn't he drive up to pick me up at the airport.. Looks as if he wants to stay with us tonight..
— So, let him come?
— Well, yes; what else can we do?
— Come, — said Laisha into the phone. — Shall meet you in the lagoon, just call 20 minutes... By yourself?.. Hmm, well, if the latest model ... Well, if you get lost, call..
— What did he say? — Asked Grendal.
— He has some kind of fancy satellite guidance device... His name is Malik Sekar. He promised to be in an hour and minutes.
— Is he a journalist? — Irji asked.
— Yes, son.
— I hope he will not be as voracious as the one, that was the last time. That ate all the apricot jam..

05. Malik Sekar, a reporter of the «Pacific social news»

The military-style jet hydroplane sat down at such a speed, that the spectators had serious concerns: first, about the life of the reporter, and then about the pier, which was supposed to be demolished by the heavy machine. However, nothing serious happened, floats only slightly touched the deck. Immediately, the young sporty guy jumped to the pier. He looked as an Indonesian of thirty years, if not less. Malik Sekar moored the hydroplane and improved the Irji's opinion about reporters, giving Laisha the huge fruit cake.

— Sorry, that time of night, -— Sekar said, shaking hands with Grendal, — I thought, if you have nothing for tea, then ...
— I see, you think well about me, — interrupted Laisha.
— Sorry…
— Do not worry, I'm kidding, — she interrupted again, — take your stuff and take your seat at the table. Do you drink Vodka, Sekar sen?

Sekar looked at half-empty glass at the corner of the table and nodded.
— A little bit. If brilliant Laisha joins ...
— Join, — she interrupted, taking another two glasses. — How much is that brutal thing on which you arrived?
— I do not know, — he said, setting the laptop and the small video camera, — The Editorial bought it from the sea patrol. To patrol, it is outdated, but for press OK.

Irji, meanwhile, moved closer to take a piece of the cake.

— Do not overeat, — warned Grendal and turned to the reporter, making a serious face. — I'm ready, Sen Sekar. Let's go?.. And what do you type?
— Introduction, first impression, — Sekar said, with incredible speed slapping his fingers on the keyboard, — so I usually do if the conversation takes place at home ... And what is your profession, Sen Vlkov?
— I graduated from college with an automated home appliances, and the second specialty is technical rapid diagnosis. At work, I solve problems of consumers with all kinds of generators, computers, refrigerators, microwaves and other things like that.
— Your profession helps to judge?
— How to say. On the one hand, yes, experience with angry people and all that. On the other hand, because of my occupation, I had been sent to this fucking..
— Strasbourg, — Sekar helped, — go on, it's very interesting.
— Nothing interesting. All the three experts on social regulation were rejected. Ashur and Maкrin, because they are "abstruse", and Jelly, for a certain sharpness of judgments. Ting Fang is rejected, because she is programmer and has no experience working with people; and Dolphin — because of his specific experience. He is ship's mechanic, he has such a slang ...
— You, too, are not slow searching a word, — the reporter said.
— Well, but I have kept within the regulatory language; I mean, at Strasbourg..
— How do you evaluate work of the social administration in this incident? I mean, the story of the movie that started all this?

Grendal sighed and filled the glasses. Ne made a small sip. He scratched his head.
— First, Sen Sekar, the story started not with a movie, but much earlier. The police had time. I believe, that the police allowed the riots rather than to stop then preventively.
— But the police activity is limited by the rules of Magna Carta about privacy, — said Sekar.
— So what? — Grendal said, — Their company had participated in the competition for the administration area. At these conditions. Hence, they had to forecast the complexity. For this the society pays, right?
— They warned the government of possible social clash, caused by movie "Children of troglodytes", reminded the reporter, — they had suggested some general preventive actions..
— I expressed my opinion, — Grendal interrupted, — and I think, the police will be fined. They signed not for "some general" there, but for providing the security. Officially, Jelly Argenti handles this case; so, better, ask her.
— I know. I have an appointment with sen Argenti.
Grendal smiled:
— I think, she suggests you to meet at one am, the club rock sports Akorera on the island.
— Yes.. How did you guess?
— I learned some habits of colleagues during last 4 months.
— Well.. What can you say about the movie? Have you watched it?
— Yes. The 8 real-life stories about the sexual experiences of our students. In the style of Romeo and Juliet. Keynote: families of fundamentalists are a source of tragedies. Woman throws sulfuric acid in the face of a teenage girl, because she is "the harlot" and "seduced" her son. Man shooting a gun in the graders who "corrupted the innocence" of his daughter. Another man throwing a homemade bomb in the teens on a picnic «nude-stile», because they "incline classmates to sin". And so on.
— Do you agree, Sep Vlkov, that the film excites hatred to patriarchal families?
— More precisely, to their style of life. Anyway, it does not matter. The director has the right to show the problems of society as he sees them. Would he appeal to physical violence with these families, he would have broken the Magna Carta. But he gave only the moral evaluation.

Reporter thoughtfully twirled the glass in his hand and drank. He did it in time, because Laisha already put on the table the large Chinese teapot and four cups made of translucent porcelain.
— Thanks you very much, Sen Laisha..
— Go on, boys, — she interrupted, — it's all very interesting.
— I anticipate your next question, sen Sekar, — said Grendal, — what if the moral evaluation becomes a justification of a moral terror against a particular style of life, family life, religion, beliefs?
— In general, yes, — admitted reporter, — I mean the arguments by the Vatican representative.
— Then I'll tell you the same way as I answered him. Magna Carta prohibits control of acts of moral choice. We have the right to apply the moral terror against any group of people with special practices, unacceptable for a free people. This group has the right to answer us the same. The government can not enter here, but only obliged to stop the violence and threat of violence. This is the rule of non-interference in private life, right?

The reporter smiled and nodded.
— Of course. But, as we remember, Abu Salih led counter-argument: The Magna Carta is teaching of ethical nihilism. What freedom of moral choice can we discuss, if one of the ethical teachings is proclaimed as the supreme law and provided by governmental coercion?
— My answer to that donkey was long, bit I can explain this to you briefly and explicitly. Everyone has the right freely to own the property, right?
— I agree. But what ...
— This camera, — is it your property? — Interrupted Grendal.
— Yes. So what?

Grendal winked, took the camera off the table and put it on his lap.
— Look at this. Now it's mine, it is my possession, and I am free to own it. Any objections?
— How is it yours, sen Vlkov??
— From what I keep it, you see this by yourself.
— But you keep it because you have it taken from me, — Sekar said.
— You call the police, — Grendal continued, — Irji, be a friend, play a policeman.

The boy wiped his face smeared with cream, then pointed his index finger at Grendal and said in a stern voice:
— You're under arrest for robbery! Return this item to the owner and follow me!

Grendal quickly returned the camera on the table, raised his hands up and said:
— You see, sen Sekar, what is the difference between possession of own property and possession of property of someone else? The same is with the moral choice. It belongs to the person, and the person may dispose of it in this way and in that way, as he or she wants.
— In particular, the person makes a choice in favor of the patriarchal morality, — Sekar added.

Grendal nodded vigorously.
— Yes. But only for himself, and not for the neighbor. If a person forces his neighbor to morality, this is plundering of someone's right. As in the case of your camera. No one says that the ban to plunder somebody's thing is a nihilistic attitude to possession, right? They say the opposite: that is protection of ownership rights. Magna provides the same protection of right of moral choice. What does nihilism here?
— Um, — thoughtfully said reporter, — all this is very clear, but there is a significant difference between material thing and morAL. In contrast to the freedom of ownership, moral freedom is limited by social norms. I am referring to the ban on socially dangerous acts. In particular, the robbery.
— No difference, — calmly replied Grendal, — the same applies to owning things, which are in private hands, it would pose a threat to all. Users agree, that the individuals do not own atomic bombs, nor the national electricity grids.
— There is certain difference between the electric power company and a nuclear bomb. There are countries, where the national grid are in private hands, — said Sekar.
— In these countries, these "private hands" plunder with impunity, — retorted Grendal — Those, who handle the power. Try to punish them. They turn off the electricity, and all. Here is the example. The electric company exploded the nuclear reactor. Well, perhaps, not intentionally, but millions people were affected. The contamination was stronger than that due to the explosion of the nuclear bomb. Neither administration, nor the society could do anything serious against the company: the company holds the prime minister by the balls. And all the society too. What could they do? They cried "No nukes", that's all. The insurance was barely enough to pay the postage stamps for sending letters of condolences to the victims..
— Aha, — said the reporter, — I try to formulate. Hence, the possibility to impose on others their moral is as dangerous as a private possession of the atomic bomb?
— Gren, you did not say that, — intervened Laisha, servong the tea.
— I remember, my dear. Although, that said by Sekar sen, seems to me correct.
— I wanted to go to the question of capital punishment, — said the reporter, — in fact, if you look in practice, the patriarchal-minded citizens made disorder in few shops, clubs and cinemas. Typically, such a hooliganism causes a small fine or a short a prison sentence, is it so?
— That's right, — confirmed Grendal, — but their crime was not hooliganism, but an attempt to intimidate the citizens and the government to impose the representation of their social group. Even a child knows, how is it called.

Irji pulled away from the tea and blurted:
— It's called "tyranny" and punished by the highest humanitarian measure of self-defense.
He explained his words with expressive gesture, tying the knot at the imaginary rope at his neck.

— Wow! — Sekar was surprised. — Whence such a knowledge?
— As if you did not learn in school? — In turn, the boy was surprised.

Reporter thoughtfully scratched his stubbly chin:
— I did not know, what it is now taught in school ...
— And it is good, that this is taught, — Laisha intervened, — our generation had swallowed a lot of various "higher interests of the nation".. There is no need for our children to step on the same rake.
— Fortunately, the Magna Carta allows you to replace the death penalty with deportation, — defused the situation Grendal, — I would not want to impose nineteen people to the deprivation of life.
— And if there were no such alternative, as deportation? — Reporter asked.
— This alternative was invented by the ancient Greeks. Who knows, by what ways could go the story? It's a fiction, but we have the reality.

Sekar smiled and spread his hands: — Well, Sen Vlkov, let's get back to reality. How do you comment the statement by the Human Rights Watch, when in the Confederation created. I quote from memory: "the situation of total mockery of the ideals of religious and cultural communities, whose morals and whose views differ from the government?"
— Well. Return to reality, — Grendal agreed, — let's mentally move to some of the nearest large island. Well, for example, Nukualofa. And take a look into the first open-air cafe near the shore of the ocean. What shall we see?
— Nothing special, — suggested the reporter, — people eat, drink beverages, or there ...
— We'll see, — interrupted Grendal, — totally different people, travelers relaxing according to their taste, but at the same time complying with the necessary minimum of common rules. Someone can sit there in evening dress, someone wears in a bathing suit, someone is in the lava-lava, and someone is naked. This is a private matter. But nobody has the right to break the furniture, nor attack other users, and everyone has to pay for what he ate and drank. Is this prudent?

The reporter nodded and continued Grendal.
— Of course, some people may not like the look or style of behavior of others. For example, the Puritan would be embarrassed by stripped naturalists; naturalists do not like Muslims, wrapped from head to toe in dark fabric, and the Muslims will be unpleasant that most women face open, and often have opened other parts of their bodies too. One can argue with others about tastes and manners, but none is allowed to force other people to follow his style of clothes of manners. One has no obligation to discuss the subject, if not interested. But one should not impose his or her taste to others. If Puritan begins to pull a suit on a naturalist with force, and the naturist begins to rip off a Puritan clothing, there will be just disaster.

— It’s so, — Sekar agreed, — but what if someone insults another with their appearance, as if hit him in the face? Isn't it better to find a compromise?
— Not better, — Grendal said, — citizens have no need to endure the inconvenience of someone's neurosis, and nervous citizens are not forced to be in public places.
— This is the case of the beach, — said the reporter, — but what about the place of work or study?
— It is place to work or to study, not to stare at colleagues, — cut Grendal, — and in general, as Gandhi said, let people do their own thing and give others do their own. Otherwise, no social regulation can help... Irji, if you play doom, either go to the second floor, or reduce volume of sound.

The boy snorted and turned the tuner so that the rumble of machine guns dimmed to the level of chirping cicadas..
— For you, it is time sleep, — said Laisha.
— But Ma, I want to listen.
— Aren't you afraid to oversleep breakfast? The three shouldn't wait for one..
— I put the alarm clock.
— Okay, but I warned you.
— By the way, about children, — said the reporter, — parents have the right to educate their children in the system of values they consider to be correct. It is written in the Magna Carta.
— Now let's see, — Grendal stood up and took down a thin book. — so, here we have about family... I read: "Individuals on whose dependent children are in the power of kinship, has the right to freely choose an ethical system for their education, but only such a system, that does not doom children to the predetermined suffering and does not contradict to the common security." End of quote. The activities of a judge requires pedantry. Sorry, but you, sen Sekar, said inaccurately.
— I can not tell, sen Vlkov, that I fully understand what you have read.
— In fact, this point is very simple to understand, — said Grendal. — Consider the example of the history of Aboriginal-islanders. A half-century ago, most of them had to live in reservations. Not because someone did not allow them to leave, but because they had no idea of ​​how to live in the man-made environment. At best, they would immediately fell to the police for a small theft, because they had no idea of ​​private property. Worse, they did not know anything about the traffic, electricity, household chemicals... normal objects, among which we live peacefully since childhood, became killers for aboriginal islanders..
— But, sen Vlkov, — interrupted a reporter, — a policy of assimilation can not be called perfect. Why not allow them to live on reservations, as they used to?
— Have you ever realized that say? — Laisha intervened. — The average life expectancy in reservations was thirty years, and every one in ten children died before the year! But the natives are also people, like Europeans, Indo-Chines or Anglo-Saxons.
— And they are citizens of the Confederation, like all of us, — said Grendal.
— They are the same as we are, — Sekar said, — but their culture is disappearing.
— What?! — Indignantly said Irji, — Ato utafoa iine la Kaa to iruo anootari!
— Uh... — sheepishly handed the reporter, — but what was it?

The boy sniffed condescendingly and translated:
— Will multiply the Utafoa man.// While shine and bright are Moon and Sun!..

— Well done! — Laisha said, patting his son on the head.
— Eitona tone paa le, — agreed Grendal.

Sekar almost dropped the cup.
— What did you say, sen Vlkov?
— I said, "These are the words of a real man". This is a serious praise.
— How do you know Aboriginal language?
— This is the second official language of the Confederation.
— I know. But I thought it's just a formality ...
— Nothing like this. It is eight years since introduced in the school curriculum. Laisha and I learned it along with Irji, that's all. By the way, very beautiful language.

Reporter pointedly held up his hands:
— I surrender, sen Vlkov! The problem of Aboriginal culture is removed.
— It is not yet removed. There is a problem to save the special crafts and fine arts, related to everyday life. Not so easy to turn the original villages Utafoa in modern suburbs ... But we are somewhat deviated from the topic, right?
— Yes, indeed ... We talked about the patriarchal families in another sense. I mean, that their children do not have that problem, which was with Aboriginal children.
— How not? — Grendal said, — the problem is the same. Children from patriarchal families are not able to live in the information environment, which is in the technogenic society. You said, for people from the patriarchal circle of someone's appearance, it's like a punch in the face. Child with patriarchal upbringing comes to school, and gets out of hand, as it were a series of slaps.. Now back to that point of the Magna Carta ...
— Wait, not so fast! — Pleaded Sekar, — whatever was written at this point, the foundation of the Great Charter is, that no one can make an arbitrary abuse of the man!
— Arbitrary objective violence, — Grendal corrected.
— A blow to the face, it is not the objective violence?
— A blow to the face, it is an objective violence. And an action, that only for this particular person is like a blow to the face, is not. Should I explain in more detail?

Sekar nodded, not looking up from his laptop. His fingers flew over the keyboard.

— I'll explain as it had been explained to me, — Grendal said. — Consider an individual, who suffers, if someone steps on his shadow. In some tribes, the shadow is considered part of the body, so that is an example from the life. Should we respect this habit and protect human shadow as well as the body?
— It's a bad example, — the reporter told, — some absurd superstition.
— It is therefore a good example. Actions objectively do not affect the human body, but one equates them with physical violence. In order to respect for such superstitions, we have to restrict the freedom of movement of people, to make an objective violence against them.
— All right, let it be your example. Of course, specifically to protect the shadow is nonsense, but, on the other hand, to step intentionally namely on the shadow of a human, which considers the shadow as part of his body.. it is not so good. And as Dr. Ahmadi said in his speech..

Grendal wearily stretched and yawned.
— Well, of course. The small piglet grown to elephant size..
— The pigs were few meters diameter..
— No, Sen Sekar, I mean the first piglet, from which all this had started.
— I'm afraid I do not quite know ... sen Vlkov.
— I'll tell you. It all started in school. The piglet had been printed at pens, used by some children. Cheap and good pens. Piglet from the popular animation. One family asked the Teacher to forbid these pens. They were Muslims, and they have special taboos against pigs. The Teacher said, that such things are the responsibility of the parents. Then the father of the child raised the case on the parent's meeting, but did not do it in a polite way. Softly speaking. Soon, all the classmates knew about the scandal. Few days later, some children came to class wearing T-shirts with a picture of the pig. Some classmates glued stickers with the same pig in many things. The Muslim child felt into hysterics. The Muslim community appealed to the court about the torture and discrimination. The court questioned the teachers and students, but found no objective action that could well qualify in this way. Of course, the court brought inconvenience to children and their parents, which caused, according to press the words "swine boom." The protest had been expressed with huge balloons shaped and painted as pigs.. Many residents have raised these balloons them above their homes, cafes and shops on the eve of Halloween.
— Because of what the clashes happened, that required police intervention, — said Sekar, — whether it was wise, to bring to this?
— Wise from which side? — Asked Grendal.
— I mean, maybe it was better to spare the feelings of the boy in such a thing as a pen? Was that pig so important?

There was a pause. Grendal took a quarter of a minute to think, then he said:
— Pens are of children, but the problem is of adults. Finally, the pig happened to be more important, than "Children of troglodytes". The little thing happen to be a trigger: pictures, T-shirts, balloons. Our freedom is made up of these little things. We teach children to be free on such trifles. I read in an old book: freedom is an opportunity to openly do things, what someone dislikes. By my opinion, it is correct. The softness of police made impression, that the religious fanatics can force the society to follow their rules. With terror. So, the Christians took over the baton from Muslims and continued as troglodytes. Some of the troglodytes were Christians. More correctly, they pretended to be Christians. From my point of view, such an activity is perversion of Christianity. And then, of course, the movie about the children of these troglodytes, then, the serious riot about the religion, and only then, the deportation of the organizers.
— Aren't you afraid that in this way we will wean children from mercy?
— Not afraid. The mercy cannot be forced, I said this to Dr. Ahmadi. Mercy is the desire to take care of and to protect, not to obey and endure. When fourteen years ago, the government intended to pave the way through Leal Imo, what happened?
— Leal Imo is Hill of Ancestors on the island Votalevu? — Sekar said.
— Yes. Then, as you remember, the Utafoa monuments were not yet protected by the government, and the protection of personal rights Utafoa had problems..

Sekar smiled:
— Of course, I do remember! My father and older brother were in the living chains..
— And none of them applied force, right?
— Quite the opposite. Mom was afraid that it would be a fight with the police..
— We met in this chain, — Laisha pushed Grendal to his side, — do you remember?
— Yes, — he winked to his wife, — you even said «it looks like we are to be beaten». — Aha! And you said, «I bet a beer, the cops will screw up.»
— That's interesting! — The reporter said, — can you say more?

Laisha snorted:
— Nothing special. We stayed almost daily face to face with the cops. They shouted in a megaphone, «you render illegal resistance to the police! We will be compelled to use force!». And we shouted into our megaphone, «Read your contracts while not pushed off from work! This nobody's land, and we will stand here until the court decision!». By the evening of the second day, the bailiff came with papers, the cops sat into the boat, and disappeared. That's how I lost the bet, and had to buy beer to this guy.
— But appetizer was at my expense, — recalled Grendal.
— In the pub, yes, for yours, but then, at my home you ate all that was in the fridge.
— Oh, how many were there? Lean chicken and a slice of cheese.
— And four fried eggs for breakfast?
— Well.. I counted them together with chicken, for short. But it was in the past.
— Do you remember how you found these warehouses? — I remember, you called them "coffins for the dinosaurs". — What are the warehouses? — Reporter asked.

Laisha laughed:
— You did not notice? The house is built around a warehouse. Nearby houses — too. Many atolls have military bases and warehouses, and after the revolution all foreign military kicked out of here. Those, of course, took with them everything they could. Only the bare concrete box remained, and the government began to sell them. Gren and me just decided to live together, and were looking for cheap housing. With the money we had, how to say..
— To say, we had no money, — Grendal interrupted, — and here I found an ad about these warehouses. They costed £2,000, close to free.
— They were not worth it, — said Laisha — Four walls with holes and without a roof.
— The roof I made in a week, — he reminded.
— Yeah, "I made". You know what he did? Plotted with two neighbors, Wang Ming and Rohan Vijay; they were the same boobies, like him; they searched around and found a broken plane from the World War II. They dragged it with a tractor to the ashore, and divided it. So, instead a roof, we had a half-wing and a piece of the fuselage. Like a veranda with a balcony. And the trap instead of stairs.
— Well, but it happened fine, — said Grendal.
— Well yes. By the first storm, we were almost blown out into the ocean..
— Almost is not count. And what windmill I made of a propeller, do you remember?
— Still would! Sometimes he hummed so that the fish in the lagoon frightened.
— But we save on fuel for the generator. And in general, was that bad?
— With you I am fine, Gren, — she said simply, — it was good that time and it is good now.
— Why didn't you tell me about this before? — Resentfully said Irji.
— Because you did not ask, — Laisha smiled, — and, for you, now definitely is time to bathe and to sleep.
— Uhu.. Only I will go up to level 9 and ...
— Ten minutes, okay? — She interrupted.
— Fifteen.
— Okay, but not a minute more... Sen Sekar, but do you plan to publish this? I mean, what about we past had talking.
— Well, actually ... — reporter hesitated, — ... I think, and your participation in the defense of Hill ancestors and the history of your life here, with neighbors of different ethnic origin, and probably a different religion, right?
— Well, different, — she said, — But it is not a big deal.

Sekar nodded vigorously.
— About that speech. This is a very important detail. So, if you do not mind much.
— I do not mind — Laishui shrugged, — what's wrong with that.
— I do not mind — Grendal said, — though not understand why this is important.
— It is important, that's why: On the charge of intolerance towards other people's views, you Vlkov Sen, said to the Speaker of the European Commission: "your tolerance is just a coward", Your words have been interpreted as an apology for the rigid ideological unification.
— You may tell straight: apology of fascism.
— In general, yes. And after all your stories about it.. It sounds funny.
— Okay, you are the press, you know better.

The reporter smiled and nodded again.
— To clarify your position, I'll ask another question: talking about the Pig Boom, you mentioned, that the father of the child was not enough polite presenting his claim. And what does it mean, and how could do it a polite way?
— He said something like this: Islam teaches that pig is unclean animal. it should be considered, you do not have the right to insult my faith. He began to dictate to free people, to which they are entitled, and that that are not. Should he said that his son is suffering because of this pig, and if the picture is not essential for you, if you can not ask your children to use a pen with other picture, then, probably, the reaction would be different.
— Mercy? — Reporter asked.
— Sort of — Grendal shrugged, — At the beginning, no one terrorized the boy with these piglets. The moral terror began only in response to coercion attempt. When the nice lady, vegetarian, visit us, we do not put meat on the table. It is not because of a respect for the vegetarian philosophy, but simply for not to make her suffer.
— So, — Sekar said — if vegetarians try to prohibit eat meat in public places...
— Then I would definitely eat hot dogs in Central Park, — finished Grendal.
— And if they are not required, and asked?
— Then I would not have paid attention to it. Everyone has the right to campaign for what he wants, within the permissible Great Charter, but this agitation does not cause me the response.
— In other words, you are ready to go to the onerous assignment for an individual, but not a community group?
— Right. Because each individual characteristic of any strangeness, but in the social activities, they are out of place.
— But in the case of Hill of Ancestors you, however, have made concessions odds Aboriginal religion..

Grendal made a vigorous movement of his hand, as if repelled by an obstacle.
— Nothing of the sort, Sen Sekar. We stood in a human chain to protect the objective rights of people who, for objective reasons, the same could not do it themselves. The right to preserve their sanctuaries have everyone what oddities here? Religion Inu-and-Tano and her sanctuary Leal Imo are not exceptions. Magna Carta is one for all.
— And if the government decided to pave the highway at the site of a Muslim mosque, you Vlkov Sen, would rise in a human chain, what then?
— No. But if I, as a judge, had to consider this case, I would have to forbid the destruction of the mosque.
— I am sure, would have been so, — said Sekar, — but you would not personally defend Islam sanctuary is protected sanctuary Inu-and-Tano. Do not you think these religions are equal?
— They are not equal, — confirmed Grendal.
— And what about the Charter?
— Why Charter? The Charter requires the direct action of the citizen in three cases: if a person is in danger, if justice is trampled and if the power is usurped. Erroneous destruction of someone's sanctuaries is not the case. A citizen may intervene in such a situation at your own risk, but it is not obliged to do so.
— But does the Charter does not oblige us to believe all religions are equal?
— No. It speaks only of equal religious rights. Everyone can practice any religion, and no one can stop him, if this practice does not violate anyone's rights. But one can be sympathetic to one religions and dislike others. Therefore, during the Pig Boom, the court ruled to remove banners «Muslims out of the country», but allowed slogans «Islam is shit, Muslims are pigs».
— Anyway, it's cruel. Most Muslims were not involved in the riots. How about them?
— I understand, they suffered, — Grendal said thoughtfully, — I think, their problem is, that they did not convicted their radicals. Should they act as our Hindu in an incident with the shlager "Krishna avatar", or as our Roman Catholics in the history of the papal encyclical «On the satanic nature of eugenics», then there would be no problems.
— But our Catholics were excommunicated for this, — recalled Sekar, — I do not think they were nice.
— Yes, probably, — Grendal agreed, — but here it is necessary to make a choice: to be citizens of Meganesia or servants of the church authorities. I think they made the right choice. Now they have their own Catholic Church, with the statutes, approved by the Resolution of the Supreme Court, and I did not notice that our Catholics suffered greatly from this situation.
— Hmm, — said the reporter, — Neither Vatican nor the World Council of Churches did recognize this decision. They got the United Nations resolution on the arbitrariness with the church property.
— Just think, the UN.. during 20 years, these clowns did not fulfilled any of their resolutions.
— I can bring these your words in a report in Sen Vlkov?
— Of course! What a ceremony? While the cocaine traffickers, the sex maniacs, fanatics, terrorists and cannibals have the right to vote in the UN, they cannot claim to be an international authority. I had said this directly to their envoy.
— I can imagine how it was, — Sekar said, writing at his laptop. — As you know, the chairman of the World Council of Churches had qualified the Great Charter as «new dangerous and aggressive religion».
— Really? — Grendal asked. — Although, I'm not surprised. When the deportation of their mission had been announced, their representative shouted that the Confederation is dominated by Satanists. Satanists seems to be also religion. Do you know?
— I do not know, Sen Vlkov. Probably, yes, as Satan is mentioned in the Bible.
— That's what I do not know.. Sen Sekar, it is certainly up to you, but you will not be late for a meeting with Jelly? You have a powerful machine, no doubt, but to Akorera nearly a thousand kilometers.
— Phew! I'll try not to be late. I still have one last question: Are you religious?
— I.. perhaps, yes. But I doubt if I can explain this..
— May I write it so?
— Yes, you may. Why not?

06. Jelly Argenti, Chief Justice by rating

After Sonfao atoll, island Akorera seems big, even though there was only eighty kilometers in length and thirty in width. Club Rock Sport, designed by Hyun Tuan genius a few years ago, is located on the narrow northern tip of the island. The two gothic towers, rising, seemed, straight out of the ocean, and in the middle — half embedded in rocky slope, the three-tiered pagoda made of glass and concrete. The composition was supposed to symbolize a postmodern synthesis of Western and Eastern cultures, but the local youth for some reason, used names from the "Odyssey" by Homer: Pagoda was named Ithaca and towers are called Scylla and Charybdis. Malik called Jelly, asking where is she, and heard in response: "upper tier Ithaca, Charybdis side."

The middle of tier was occupied by the huge cylindrical aquarium with colorful fish. Near, there was the lobby bar, and in the rest of the room looked as a materialized fantasy of Salvador Dali:

Curved intricately delicate design, which served as seats and tables. Malik went to the left, heading Charybdis and looking at visitors. The audience, dressed in a variety of models of light, bright sports or swimwear or simply wrapped in pieces of cloth, positioned at different heights, like a flock of exotic birds on the branches of a baobab tree.

— Hey, bro, you are looking for someone? — The bartender asked.
— Yes. Jelly Argenti.
— You are in time. She just finish the game, but still has not glued anyone. Half-turn to the left. Do you see a quarter of the ass in a purple kerchief?
— Uhu! — reporter confirmed.
— She is! — The bartender said.

After going to the middle of something like the curve of the bridge and climb the half turn of the spiral stairs, Malik was face to face with the object of his search. Strong low girl of about twenty-seven, dressed in a thin rectangle of fabric, that passed under the left armpit and fastened on the right shoulder by a fibula in the form of dark red octopus.

At the open left shoulder and right hip adorned with two icons Rongorongo "boom" and "fish", respectively, applied a bright green luminous paint. The portrait is complemented by straight dark coarse hair, high cheekbones, a small upturned nose and huge almost black eyes. Quite expressive look.
— You should be Malik Sekar, — she said. — If no objections, skip the ceremonies. Yo?
— Yap, — Malik agreed.
— Fall at table, plug your machine. Drink sake?
— Just to support the company, — he said.

She took a ceramic jug and splashed the smelling drink into two cups.
— Come on, start.
— Uh ... — Malik took a sip of sake, — what is your profession?
— Conflictology. Naval aviation. There are such clashes!.. This court, as a vacation for me.
— How did you won the contest to enter the triad of professionals at the Supreme Court?
— Rating of performances. I know to speak simply about complex things. At Navy, it is unavoidable. Got? — A little, — said Sekar, — Can you explain, how did you come to that decision?
— Sentence of deportation? — She asked. — Not a bulk. You've heart about politics, did you?
— Probably, not at the level to ...
— Uhu, — cut in Jelly. — Hence, I begin with Adam and Eve. Here is scheme ...

She quickly scribbled on a napkin several squares, circles and arrows and began to comment on:
— The circle is any citizen. Employed or own a business, no matter. Earns some, buys some. Buys food, cottage, car, etc, but also buys the social order.. The order is also a good, got?
— Order is business of the Government, — the reporter said.
— Exactly! And the thing is, that it is monopolist. The order should be the same for everyone, right? Hence, what?
— So, there should be only one government, — Sekar blurted.

Jelly waved.
— It is clear. The main thing: it must sell, what citizens need, without any excess garbage, and the price must be fair, not pumped. Get this?
— Yes.
— So, we come to the applications, requests and the tender, — she continued. — The form of application is defined in the Charter. You filled out the ballot applications?
— Of course.
— Here. Applications of citizens are averaged. This gives a map of public inquiry. The government is not allowed to do anything beyond this request.
— Well, I suppose, I know this, — Sekar felt offended..
— Yo! Next is competition of teams of bidders. The five main branches: Coordinators, funds, army, police, Pretorians..
For each of the five, the team, that commits to satisfy the request for cheaper, gets the general contract. Team of coordinators become new government. It gets right to collect the taxes from the citizens in amount announced in these contracts.
— Yes, I know.
— Next, the courts at three levels: the municipality, the county, the confederation. Six people, three of them chosen by lot, three professionals by rating. Only the Magna Carta is bove the Supreme Court of the Confederation. If someone does not understand, then Pretorians take him by his gills. If someone outside tries to impose any different rules, then the army must pif him down without any rules. Guess, why?
— At war, in general, it is difficult with rules? — suggested Sekar.
— Because without rules cheaper, — Jelly corrected, — although I like your point. "À la guerre comme à la guerre". Here, in rough, all the policy. Yo? — Well, yes. Not complicated. — Yap, Malik. According to Charter, the political system should be so simple, that every citizen with minimal education gets it. Otherwise, the people cannot to handle the government, nor country.

Sekar sipped sake and asked:
— Jelly, but what does all this have to do with the deportation decree?
— Direct, bro. These bad guys tried to push government to unlawful things.
— So, — he said, — we come to the difference between the government and the state?
— That's it.
— What is the difference?
— The government serves the people. The state controls them.
— Perhaps it is too short.
— That's right, — Jelly smiled, — way, I explain on fingers. When you order the house cleaning, you want some people, for certain fee, to remove the dust and dirt from your home. If it is done well, you do not care, who does this. Now count up, if you ordered, who will do it, but you did not specify exactly what to do and how much. You come home and you see: cleanliness is so-so, but the books on the shelves and pictures on the wall are replaced; the box with your correspondence is open; some letters disappeared, and your clothes are replaced to some that is not of your size. The cost of all these perversions is included in the bill and at the bottom of postscript: we decided that it would be better for you..
— Why?
— Because the state does in this way. State appears as a caste, that prescribes to the society all sorts of laws. And charge people with all sorts of taxes. Oriental despotism makes it explicitly. The Western democracy mask it with some kind of the elections, but the sense is the same. The state force you to report all your income and to pay into the budget the portion of it. State may impose on you such business rules, that you will remain poor forever. The state can fine you and your girlfriend because you drink wine and sleep together without a special permit.
— But how?
— Easy! Some five hundred of this caste make a plot, print as a law, that is all.
— But there are elections. Why not to choose other people?

Jelly said, a characteristic gesture, slamming the palm of his left hand on the right bend of the elbow, and then explained:
— You've got a damn, this will not work. Caste control the management structures and the channels of media. If this is not sufficient, they apply the election fraud, or even kill the popular candidates. Elections are arranged so, that only the caste members have a chance. I know only one proven way to change that.
— Aluminum Revolution?
— Exactly.
— So, — said the reporter, — the meaning of the Aluminum Revolution was the fact, that none can decide for the people, how will it be better for them?
— Yeah. And for those, who try to decide for the people, we have execution or deportation, depending on situation.
— Got it. I think we got the essence, huh?
— Yo, — Jelly nodded vigorously.
— I have question about the rights of citizens. Citizens may come to the street actions, if their rights are violated?
— Easily, — she said. — Here, — continued Sekar, — a group of citizens coming out to the street demanding to stop the discrimination based on their religious and moral convictions. What's wrong?
— Specify their requirements. What is written on the banners?
— It seems so: Stop the humiliation of faith. Down with the cult of depravity.
— Well, where is the discrimination? — Jelly asked. — If they dislike someone's opinion about their faith, that is their problem, and depravity does not touch the Charter.
— Their statement explains, that they are subjected to humiliation, as a social group. — Rubbish, — she snapped, — none of these badguys had been discriminated. None of them was restricted in his or her rights.
— Are you sure? — Reporter asked.
— Absolutely. The social form has no column "religion". This is so private, as digestion.
— Speaking of digestion, — he said, — how to deal with schoolwork?
— What are you talking about?
— The lessons of human biology. Some religions qualify it as unacceptable.

Jelly snorted.
— Bro, this issue had been clarified 8 years ago in the "Oscar Case". According to Charter, the school should give young people the skills and relevant knowledge about nature, human and society. To do this, you need to show the properties of the human body. If some religious taboo on it...
— Then, what should do the representatives of this religion? — Sekar interrupted.
— These are their problems. Maybe someone considers the multiplication table as obscene.
— But you agree, it is religious discrimination?
— No. If someone's certificate has many dashes instead of qualifications, that person is in the worst conditions, not because of religion, but because of lack of knowledge. Oscar's family referred to the practice of the countries that do not teach what is considered unacceptable in their religion. But the court explained, that this contradicts the Charter. — Why? — Because, — said Jelly, — that they did not required to increase their rights, but reduce the rights of the other students. They wanted not to get something for themselves, but take away something from others. Destructive request. Got?

Sekar scratched his head.
— Not sure. Any other example on the same topic?
— Easily. Chinese immigrants and school swimming pools. When we signed with China an agreement on friendship, half a million families came to Meganesia. Suddenly, a surprise: most of their children can not swim, and we have ocean! For kids, it's ... well, you know.
— Wah! — Agreed to the reporter, — no school picnic is complete without it.
— The Chinese have established parent committees, and threw all the complaints, — she continued, — why physical education is not taught to swim? Observe the Charter! Nobody had payed attention, that usually children swim earlier than walk, and then, the fact: Swimming is important skill, so the school must teach it.
— It turns out that the pools were due to Chinese immigrants?
— Yep!
— So, — Sekar concluded, — they wanted something for myself; was that constructive?
— Yo!
— Got it. Now let me tell this in my way, and you will correct.
— Go ahead, — she said, sipping sake.

The reporter followed her example, and then issued:
— A son comes from a communists rally. Father asks: what do they want? The son replies, they want, that there will be no rich people.
Father was surprised: why they do not want, that there will be no poors?
— Well ... — mused Jelly — Yeah, something like that. Idea-fix about order for order.
— That I did not understand, — he said.
— It's elementary, Malik! Take the same school pools. The committee "Our Family" demanded not to let go there at recess. Teenagers reluctant to tinker with wet rags, and many swimming naked. The Committee argued that it is immoral, and human rights should be limited to just requirements of morality. The court said that even if there is such a requirement of morality, it is not prudent.
— How did they determined, is prudent or not?
— The Court has taken the thesis of Plato: prudence is a social consciousness that makes a person self-consistent and good; — Procedure — for a person, not person — for the order? — Sekar said.

Jelly clapped his hands in approval.
— Yo! Any other interpretation would contradict the Charter.
— Clearly, — Sekar nodded. — Another question. Do you handle the case of the police negligence?
— Yes. And?
— I understand, before the decision of the court ...
— Rubbish, — she interrupted, — I can report to the press my personal opinion. Ready?
— Of course. I'm all ears.
— So, listen. Ideally, any riot should be stopped immediately; but ideal costs more, than the police funds. The police should eliminate the usual threats to citizens and to report unusual facts of social tension. They informed the society about the risk of riots around the "Children troglodytes". All can take action, but did nothing. 7 facilities were destroyed in 10 minutes; then the group of extreme reaction came and stopped pogroms. 10 minutes is standard specified in the contract.
— But at Gandhi Square, where there was a rally against the "Troglodytes Children" were three police officers, — said the reporter, — they had ...
— What are obliged to? — Interrupted Jelly, — to shoot at the crowd? And the results are presented?
— But "extremals" had opened fire immediately.
— Then, they are extremals. They are taught how and whom to shoot at the riots. Why, do you think, there were so few casualties?

Sekar thought for a few seconds and said:
— You want to say that if those three police officers opened fire ...
— Would chopper, meat grinder, — again interrupted Jelly, — Few seconds of fire from the machine guns to the dense crowd means several killed or seriously injured.
— That is to say, the police acted correctly?
— Let's just say, satisfactory. Of course, in hindsight, you can think of a lot of things, but no one expected that these crazies dare to pogroms. Indeed, during the Pig Boom, it became clear: here is not Europe; no ceremonies with fanatics.
— And what will be a damage? — Sekar said.
— Probably, we will bill the police for the damaged property. Anyway, they have insurance on it. But I will be against recovery of lost profits from customer losses. Scandals act as an advertisement. Clubs have increased their clientele.
— The logic is clear, — he said, — and even the issue of deportation. Jelly, and why you have deported namely these 19 people? World public opinion is, that they were repressed on ideological motives.
— It's bullshit, bro. They incited against public safety and again the Charter.
— How?
— In a usual manner. For example, the pastor, who was shouting into a megaphone...
— Jeremy Vudbrok, — he prompted.
— Yes, Vudbrok. The video shows, he encourages to crush and to set fire. After that, the glass facade of the movie-theater was broken, and the hooligans thrown inside several bottles with gasoline.
— He says that simply read from the Bible, — said Sekar, — and I checked it, it is truth. Deuteronomy, Chapter 7: This is what you are to do to them: Break down their altars, smash their sacred stones, cut down their groves and burn their idols in the fire.

Jelly snorted: — The pig finds a mud. Even in the Bible, even in a textbook. The court do not care, where he was reading from.
— But for someone, the Bible is the holy book, in which every word is true.
— This is their problem.
— This is their right, — said the reporter, — there is freedom of religion in the Charter.
— Freedom of religion does not mean freedom to do on the street all written in a holy book, — she snapped, — feel difference?
— This refers to Vudbrok, — Sekar said, — but other members of the World Council of Churches were not seen in street riots. The human rights activists from the Committee-48 ...
— It is clear, — cut in Jelly — wait ...

She leaned over, pulled out from under the table a sports bag and began to rummage in it. Some time flashed different subjects, such as: tennis racket, shaped cap Air Meganesia magazine "spearfishing", a mobile phone, a mask for diving ... Finally, the electronic notebook appeared in her hands.
— Uff, found! Why always do I such a mess?
— One says, mess in woman'd purse is a sign of femininity, — Sekar blurted.
— Yes? Well, then does not hurt. Okay, let's start with the World Council of Churches. They issued a statement of "Faith and the Law", which literally states: "The so-called Great Charter protects the right to sin, but sin should have no protection, it is necessary to fight and eradicate it. Testimony of faith requires deeds. Society must be free of such laws that justify immorality, giving faith and morals to be mocked." Then — signatures. This is a public call for the destruction of the Charter, it is punishable by the highest humanitarian self-defense measure.
— They say, they are repressed for their faith, — put a reporter, — and refer to the experience of other countries where they are not persecuted for the criticism of moral relativism.
— No problem, — calmly replied Jelly, — we sent them to other countries.. Well, now, about the human rights defenders. They are more complicated. Sick issue of family rights.

Sekar nodded, continuing typing: — Sen Vlkov already told me. Limitation of rights of the family to choose education of children?
— Yo! — She said, — I explain on fingers: the conflict of the children's rights with rights of the parents. Parents want to raise a child in some traditions, and happen in asshole, because the modern society is not constituted according to the traditions.
— It is obvious, — the reporter agreed.
— Not very. The Human Rights Committee-48 insisted, that the Government must seek for a compromise. But the Charter states, that it is, first, not in the government's competence, and second, children's rights a priority; it is not subject for compromises.
— Is it written in the Charter?
— It reads: "Any person from the moment of birth is under the unconditional protection of the government, which provides the basic right of every citizen of the country."
— But parents also have rights, — said Sekar, — this is their child.
— The Charter says, "no one has any rights of another person, except in the case of compulsory civil restrictions and compensation."
— So, you're saying that my child appears as not a my child?
— Is yours. But not in the sense as your chair. You have right to cut off a leg of your chair; as for the child …
— Brrr ... Jelly, you examples are ...
— This is for clarity, — she cut, — For example, growing up in the traditions of Puritanism and Pharisaism is a trauma, injury. It objectively deprives a person to normally communicate with their peers, to receive a full education, to participate in social and cultural life, to find a decent job. Children are not their parents property but people. They are protected by the government. The government is obliged to intervene in the affairs of the family, if it is necessary for the protection of individual rights, as the Charter says.
— But ... — reporter tried to insert. Jelly stopped him with warning gesture.

— Do not interrupt, Malik. Yes, the government acts hardly, but we have almost no violence in the family. Humanitarian organizations are even suspected us of cheating; they collected independent statistics. Then they admitted: Yes, here we are far ahead of the entire civilized world. Then they suspected us for the excessive government pressure on family, but it turned out that that we have much less of such a pressure, than other countries. Finally, we were accused in a total suppression of cultural communities. In response, coordinator Nakamura published the government communique, I'll read a piece from there.

She searched in her electronic notebook, and said:
— "The Charter recognizes only a person as subject of rights. If any group of people wish to assert their collective rights, they creates a corporation, representing only those who entered into it, and only on issues, that the member has delegated to it. Ethnic or religious affiliation is not a membership in the corporation. This means that no one can claim the rights of the ethnic group or religion nor speak on behalf of all persons belonging to them. Statements of this kind will be ignored by the government."

Jelly put her notebook on the table and continued:
– The Supreme Court found the relevant communiques to correspond both, the Charter and the government contract.

Sekar shook his head:
— That's really really tough.
— Yo! — Agreed Jelly, — but the approach paid off. The government openly spit on requirements emanating allegedly from all Hindus, all Christians and all Europeans. It turned out, that the so-called "all" — a bunch of political impostors. Their views are not shared by the majority cultural community. All great simplified. Take, for example the case with the papal encyclical on eugenics.
— Yes, Sen Vlkov mentioned this.

Jelly nodded and continued:
— Then the illusions about "all" get rid of most of the individuals belonging to cultural communities. There are studies of the field opinions. Teenagers are increasingly talking about the general Meganesian culture in which there is a contribution of Europeans and Africans, Chinese and Indians, all many ethnic groups, cultures and religions, which were mixing during many centuries.

— Yes, — Sekar agreed. — when I blurted out about a separate Aboriginal culture, Jr. Vlkov looked at me like I was a moron, and cursed in the language Utafoa.
— Did you expect anything else? — Jelly asked, — You could say also, say that Shakespeare's sonnets belong to a separate British culture. The result would be similar.
— You got me confused, — he said, — we say, that our culture is not protected here at all, and, also, that it is protected here better, than anywhere else.
— Аnchor to asshole, what a defense! — She exploded. — Culture is LIFE of society, it can not be separated from society. While society is alive, nothing can happen with culture! Try to touch the culture, and society immediately unscrew your head..
— Then, why came up with acts on the protection of cultural rights? — Reporter asked.
— Some States are dissatisfied with the culture, which society produces and consumes in a natural way. You see what is protected under the guise of culture! Not Homer, not Shakespeare, nor even Mickey Mouse.
— But really, what is protected?
— That's the right question, bro, — approved Jelly, — things are protected, that are not needed to the society, but are needed for knаves, for those who like to speak for everyone. We solved this problem firmly. The Western politicians folded in front of a bunch of crooks and the mentally handicapped scum. They capitulated and call it "tolerance". They pretend, that we do not see their mental illness. they say, «To avoid conflicts, we indulge in all these freaks. Let us avoid things what could hurt them». The inevitable result: normal people have to behave as if they were mutilated too. A tolerant society is built for the freaks. The right is announced as "injury" and deformity as a social norm. You know, bro, what's the reason for the scandal around the "Troglodytes children"?
— Not sure. Tell me.
— Okay, I will. There, freaks are accustomed to, that all is constructed for them in the post-industrial society. No fucking fundamentalist would dare to do this in Vietnam. There Marxist industrial technocracy, there for it... — she took aim forefinger interlocutor forehead, — pif–puf and fin. Here, they expected us to build all for their idiotizm. Their stupid dreams..
— How is it related to Committee-48? — he asked.
— Directly! They published a report: in the Charter, they found 16 contradictions with the UN regulations on family and cultural rights. So, they suggested a project for the General Assembly about economic sanctions against Meganesia, to force us to eliminate these contradictions. Would this be without the project, they would not be brought to trial, we have freedom of speech. But the project appears as a public call for the destruction of the Charter.
— Can that project be accepted by the UN?

Jelly thoughtfully move the cup on the table.
— Who knows, I am not in this. I think, they have not enough gunpowder.
— Clear. A few questions about yourself, can you answer?
— Easily. What are you interested in?
— In general. Family, hobbies, religion.
— It depends on what is called a family. At least, that's me and my three year old son. But I'm a mobile girl, so, he spends much time with my mother and her third husband, or with my dad and his second wife, or with my ex-boyfriend, his technical father. However, Andy (this is a guy with whom I basically live) would prefer, that we care more about my son. He has reason; if we get more child (and why not?), then, the experience ...
— Stop, stop, — Sekar helplessly raised his hands. — I'm confused.
— Not a big deal; sometimes, I get confused myself.
— Um ... Can I write this: living in a large family, has a son?
— Normally, — she said, — what else? my Hobby is diving. My religion is Catholicism.
— Catholic? — surprised a reporter, — you are a Catholic believer?
— So what? After all, why shouldn't be there, — Jelly jabbed a finger up, — someone, who has created this cool Universe.
— No, the only ... you do not look as a ...
— Bullshit. The Catholic Church teaches that He — she again pointed up — does not care. He has a sense of humor.
— The Catholic Church teaches so? — He asked. — I never would have thought. Oh yes, you are separated from the Vatican.
— More precisely, we pushed them away. Our consultant, doctor of theology at Oxford, scientifically proved that popes are impostors, and wrote a good clear catechism in 5000 bytes. Its easy to read on a mobile phone or elnote — Jelly knocked the nail on the electronic notebook, — they are not only here, but also in South America, India and Australia. On our website can be accessed from anywhere, both the text and the audio. — I'll see, — said the reporter — or listen too.

..

07. Hernando Torres, coordinator of the Government

Sekar entered office of «Pacific social news». There, there was normal hurry with finishing of the morning issue. Boss of "Department of Political News" met him with dirty Northern slang:
— "Tebia tolko za smertiyu posylat!"
that means, approximately, "You are fast, as a dead snail". Boss added:
— Your article is already in printing, we do not need you here!

Boss and left to the next room, indicating, that the work meeting with Sekar is finished.

— Neither "hello" nor you "how are you", — muttered Sekar into space and looked at the clock. There was 04:15 am, there was no reason hurry up to home: Helena is definitely sleeping. Coming to this conclusion, Sekar decided to spend an hour in the cafe, to learn the latest news and talk with colleagues. Actually, it was common among the gazetteers, so did most of the "hot shift"; а half dozen people already dangled in a cafe.

Hearing the loud clapping, stomping and whistling, Sekar thought, they are watching football.. It was nothing of that. In TV, there was a round table under the emblem of the ABC-online, and, according to the gestures the participants, it was near the boiling point.

In cafe, the emotions also were fountaining, the bzz seemed to be centered at Inaori Atairoa from the software department. She was dressed as usual, in faded denim shorts and a dazzling white shirt with short sleeves. The shirt was unbuttoned and knotted around the navel area, so it was possible to describe the figure of a girl almost completely. But the trick was not in shape, and in that elusive plastics, specific for utafoa (what Inaori fall into this race, it was seen per kilometer). As a rule, around five or six men buzz around her, but now, in the morning, they had only two.

First: always smiling Ernst Oakwood, an electrical engineer, managing to wear the working overalls as if it would be a tailcoat for 5 thousand pounds. He moved to Meganesia relatively recently, in his own words: «because there is much more fun than in Glasgow». Apparently, this was indeed the case, since the last two years as Glasgow's jail, as his work in the alarm at one banking office had been qualified with term «complicity in the burglary». He was caught only by a chance, so, his professional skills caused no doubt.

Second: a tall, athletic Sikh (not to be confused with the Hindu, over-vice, he would be offended) with deceptively dreamy expression on his face. His name was Lal Singh, in a past life he was a lieutenant Rapid Reaction Corps Meganesia fleet. 2 years ago, during an operation in the Emirate of Al-Shana, a splinter mine damages his knee, putting cross on his military career. He could live on a pension insurance, but that he found bored. He tried to work in the police. He was bored there too, and perhaps because of this, reports written by him appeared like a literary miniatures. Soon, pushed by his colleagues, he tried his luck in the journalism contest and got the post of «Pacific social news» military observer.

At the moment, these three created so much noise that drowned out the speakers. So, it was impossible to understand the meaning of action happening on the screen.

The couple at the table in the middle of the cafe, on the contrary, ignored the foreign policy. They played International draughts considering it much more meaningful than any TV talk show. In all, besides the opinion mentioned, the pair presented an example of limiting contrasts. Vikskef Engvarstrom, criminal news reporter, was a typical Norwegian, fair-haired, gray-eyed, nearly two meters tall. Joey She of the news department of science, on the contrary, was tiny and totally uncertain ethnic type. She could equally well be taken as the Malayan, Chinese, Spanish, Latina or a native of North Africa. The knowledge of five languages ​​and a natural talent for the most reckless flirt allowed her to ingratiate herself to anyone, and the two higher educations, physics and philology, allowed her to dispose well almost any information received.

Sekar headed to the table in the corner, where Zhang Zhang sat. Sekar new from experience, that this Chinese guy has a remarkable property: he hears everything that goes on, and intelligently expresses the essence of any business. Zhang Zhang has uncertain age, somewhere between fifty and sixty. In his biography, in general, everything was undefined. He arrived to Meganesia (more precisely, even to the British Oceania, two years before the Aluminum revolution. One says, for ideological reasons, hr was involved in mine warfare against the colonial administration of Tintung Island, and then there was the doyen of mercenaries in the suppression of coup of the Batak nationalists. However, they were all rumors; questions about his past caused meaningful quotes from Lao Tzu ( <!-— https://everydaypower.com/lao-tzu-quotes/ !--> "Silence is a source of great strength", "Those who know don’t talk. Those who talk don’t know." "Long talks shorten the life." ). Now he headed the department of ecology, but one come to consult with him from all floors, in all matters, from stock prices to treatments for cats.

— Noisy, — stated Zhang smiled and offered a cup of flower tea to colleague.
— Yeah ... — agreed Sekar — but what is the matter?

The Chinese shrugged:
— The woman.

Obviously, he was talking about Atairoa, which is typical of a young islander, could quickly trap any number of men, happened in distance of 7 feet from her.

— I mean, the show, — Sekar said.
— Coordinator Torres is fighting off a pack of dogs at in Montreal, — Zhang said succinctly. — How long?
— 27 minutes, roughly.
— Wow.. Is he bitten badly?
— Not really. They are stupid, interfere with each other.
— The nervous oldman in canary-yellow tie, why does he shakes his pen?
— This is some kind of a lawyer from the Sorbonne, — informed the Chinese. — I think, it's his way of public discussion. He tries to prove, that the current system of the social tenure in Meganesia had been created in uncivilized way.
— It turns out?
Zhang smiled and shook his head.
— He stumbled on the question of the bases of private property rights on the local land. He tried to deduce these rights from the declaration of Transmalayan islands to be British crown possession and the transfer to the East India Company.. But he forgot that Utafoa already lived there a thousand years. Torres explained that the Aluminum Revolution restored Utafoa on the equal right of all citizens on the lands and fishing waters.
— Judging by the reaction of a professor, this is not taught at Sorbonne, — said Sekar.

Hernando Torres was about fifty. Moving, dark-skinned, of medium height with a neat belly, the coordinator was dressed very informally. Free gray trousers, a bright Hawaiian motley-shirt, and tied to the cowboy-style scarf painted as the Meganesian flag, that is black, white and yellow Shamrock on an azure field. In the opinion of the revolutionary Symbolists, it meant the union of three races inhabiting the atolls, but Melanesians called it simply "our propeller." With trained reporter's eye, Malik Sekar identified: Torres has no hope to convince his opponents, he "works on camera", addressing the viewers; he uses the opponents as a background for his presentation.

Meanwhile, a noisy trio calmed down a bit, and Malik could hear the Torres talk:
«... Somewhat lost. Should I respond those, who accuse the government of Meganesia economic anarchism, or, conversely, those who claim that we are muzzled businesses total control and abused the right of ownership. Maybe, first, they should argue it among themselves?.. Or the moderator tells me, whom should I reply first.»

The coordinator shacked, laughing; smiled with 32 porcelain teeth and said:
«You know, Mr. Torres, hypocrisy is not new, it has come up with Goebbels. That is, the shopkeepers freely sell beer, but the land and subsoil belong to the German nation, which is above all else, that is, the Reich, because the Reich is the nation..»
«Wait a minute», — coordinator interrupted, — »in Meganesia, there is no Reich; and what you call, belong to our nation directly, without intermediaries.»
«The Communists in Russia, too, had said so», — shouted someone from the place, — «said, all belong to the people, and even a cook can govern the state. Actually, the people were poor and powerless, while all belonged to the tooling party.»
«I have to admit», — Torres threw up his hands, — «that neither cook nor any party, not any "state" can handle Meganesia as a belonging. No ruling party is allowed. Any the state and any party are banned the Great Charter. So, the land, subsoil and water area are owned by the citizens directly. Each resident owns an equal share, which it can use itself or pass to someone else.»
«Empty words!» — The same speaker shouted. — «What does it mean? Any cook can sell me a piece Meganesian waters?»
«Cannot sell, I've already explained. But lease for up to 5 years, welcome! For this, it is enough to sign a contract with you and to send a copy to the Fund or Economy and Nature. So, I land my part of the aquatoria to the company Snailbot and I have good dividends of it. This is some risk of income loss, but in a good scenario, I get even more, than in the fund gets. If you offer even more, I am ready to sign a contract with you and.. »

The end of the coordinator's phrase again got lost in the hubbub trio. Sekar thought that the excitement of them is no less than at a football; at least if measured by the level of noise. When they finally calmed down, Torres was asked by someone who looked like a Professor of the Victorian era:
«... To develop their own private business», — he said, — «suddenly come to me, and social observers say: Give us a half shares. If this is not robbery, then what is robbery?»
«Robbery», — said Torres, — «is, when something is taken, without giving anything in return. For example, taxes in Western countries are a robbery. And when your stocks can be changed to any of the investment fund, of your choice, it's antitrust policy. Company takes preventive measures against economic violence by some individuals. It is so in any country; but in Meganesia, this policy is implemented fairly and openly. You have to say something?»
«Of course I have!» — The professor said sarcastically. — «Competition authorities only control the entrepreneur, so it does not create artificial scarcity, monopoly overcharges and has not committed similar abuses. And your monitors plunder the property from people, forcing to change it to something.»
«You create a verbal confusion», — Coordinator said, — «Ownership is an opportunity to dispose of the property of your choice, regardless of the will of a third party, in any way, not dangerous to others. If some official behind me orders me, how I should dispose of, then it means, that I'm not the owner, not a player, but a dummy; another player plays with my cards.»
«Wow!» — snorted his opponent. — «Well the big businessmen do not complain?»
«Elementary», — Torres smiled, — «because officials can be bribed, tricking the whole society. This is the case in most developed countries.»
«You think we do not fight corruption?» — Protested the professor.
«Not just a think, I know. In your countries, the lobbying is not prohibited. Large companies not just make huge donations to political parties. Investments in the power is a very profitable investment. The Russians say, "Who dines a woman, that dances her." Your supposedly democratic government politicians are danced by their sponsors.»
«Do you want to say, that in Meganesia, Parliament candidates pay for their election campaigns from their own pockets?»

Torres smiled again:
«You just do not know. There is no parliament in Meganesia.»
«There is no Parliament? In which sense?»
«In any sense. In any meaning», — said the coordinator.

Inaori, Ernst and Lal laughed loudly, so, it was impossible to hear the beginning of talk of the next speaker, stately gentleman in an expensive suit:
«... Injustice. With a simple worker tear off as much tax as a millionaire.»
«There are no taxes in Meganesia», — gently reminded Torres. — «At least in your "Westrn" meaning of this word. There are contributions to the production of public goods. They do not depend on how much money and goods does the person have. Nor on that, how much he earns of consumes. Usually, a millionaire pays much more than a non-qualified worker, but not because he has more income, but because he has more facilities, served by the police, environmental services, emergency services, etcetera.»

Imposing gentleman shook his finger:
«Don't trick me! Here is an example. Mister Hen Tuan, one of the most fashionable architects of the world, lives at Meganesia. He gets 4 million pounds a year, and his family pays tax only 10 thousand. Just as much as the family handyman.»
«You have inaccurate information. An average handyman family pays about 12 thousand pounds, because they have about 150 square meters of housing, verandas, garage, two cars and boat. All these require some care. Roads. Firestation. Police protection. Dr. Tuan family pay less because they have a small house, and also because of his transport, just a scooter. Dr. Tuan has no office, he works at home, and that's his business, is not it?»

Here, the moderator intervened. Again the smile in all 32 teeth, he asked:
«Mr. Torres, don't you find some unfair that wealthy architect pays 0.25 percent of earnings as taxes, and poor working — 30 percent?»
«I do not find. In your country, the worker pays 70 percent, that's not fair."

The smile became even wider lead.
«You confuse something. We have employee income tax is only 16 percent.»
«I do not confuse anything!» — Coordinator said. — «I summed the income tax and the contribution to the amount of corporate taxes.»
«I do not understand your logic. What does the corporate tax?»
«The logics is elementary. Do you know what is "surplus value"? Corporate taxes are paid at the expense of surplus value, id est, at the expense of workers and consumers.»
«Are you a Marxist?» — Asked the presenter.
«Is it necessary to be a Marxist, to know, that the goods are produced by professionals, and do not appear at the waive of a magic wand?» — Torres asked.
«You do not answer», — the imposing gentleman said, — «quarter percent and thirty.»
«I was distracted. Now I answer you. When you dine at the restaurant, when repairing your car, when you rent a hotel room, you pay for the service. The price is expressed in amount of money, but not as a percentage of your annual income, do you agree?»
«Once again you go away ...»
«Nothing of that», — coordinator interrupted, — «I reply your question. Do not you find it unfair, that lunch in a restaurant will cost for some interior cleaner the same price, as for you, although one pin at your tie costs more than the monthly salary of a cleaner?»

The cafe filled with roar of approval: the guys saluted the coordinator as if he was a boxer and sent the opponent in the knockdown. Even Vikskef and Joy for the occasion distracted from their game.

— Writing haiku develops speaking skills, — quietly remarked Chang.
— What are you about? — Sekar surprised.
— Torres writes good haikus. — the Chinese said, — it is a serious hobby.

Meanwhile, the moderator re-took the initiative in the studio:
«... But let's say your citizen is just has not enough money to pay taxes.. or contributions, as you say. What then, Mr. Torres? Police no longer protects him?»
«Why can he have not enough money?» — The coordinator asked.
«It does not matter. Just not enough, and all. For example, it has a low-paid job.»

Torres shook his head:
«Impossible. Magna Carta prohibits conditions of employment with a salary less than four times the social minimum.»
«And if the corporation can not pay such a salary?»
«So its Directors are fool. Let them learn the management or look for another business. No one normal company can be arranged so, that the revenue does not cover the cost of labor, that is, ordinary life needs of employees and their families. In Meganesia, we have enough businessmen, able to effectively handle business.»
«And if one can not find work?»
«Then this person goes to the economy agency gets retraining. He will be paid scholarship. The amount on conversion costs will be paid by a new employer. This is a fair deal, everyone gets benefit from it.»
«And if he can not work, if he is disabled?»
«Then he gets insurance. It is common practice in our country, and in other countries too.»
«Is it so?» — Doubtfully asked presenter. — «And how can get insurance a child, who was left without parents?»
«This is question from a completely different area», — Torres said.
«So what? Cannot this happen?»
«It happens. Is your question about healthy children or about children with disabilities?»
«About all», — moderator said, — «as well as for children from poor families with many children.»
«Then, step by step. There are very few children that are both orphans and the disabled. The society keeps them from contributions. This is a modest amount, no one had ever objected against it. Normal children without parents are adopted by relatives and families who have no children or have only one child. We've got the archaic manners compared with the West. It is believed that it is better, when the family have two or three children; own or adopted, is not so important. This solves the problem of children in poor families.»
«I do not understand the last sentence», — the imposing gentleman said.
«It's elementary!» — The coordinator said. — «A child is removed from the family, where he or she cannot adequately maintained, educated. Then, the same as in the case of children without parents.»
«How withdrawn?» — shouted thin middle-aged woman, sitting on the other side of the table, — «The law can remove a child from the mother?..»
«You are well aware, namely in this way», — Torres cut, — «Your budge indicates, you are from the family protection league. Your organization has been deported from Meganesia for activities, incompatible with the Magna Charta. Your question is answered in the verdict of the curt, is not it?»
«Do you afraid to repeat the answer?» — She asked.
«Why? I can repeat, and I repeat. According to the Charter, every person at birth is protected by the government, which provides the basic law. If those who keep a young, do not create conditions for realization of these rights, the juvenile is transferred to other persons who are ready to ensure the well-being of the child. Any third party, preventing this, is persecuted by the self-defense of the humanitarian society.»
«Self-defense?» — Outraged the woman repeated. — «Certainly not! We had defended the rights of the mother. A police broke into her home, arrested her husband, and pulled out one year old child from her hands. It was barbarianism! It was…»
«.. Fully justified», — Torres interrupted, — «like the withdrawal of the other two children of the woman. They were aged two and a half and three and a half years, and begged on the beach.. Madame remind that we are talking about a family of Somalis living in a construction trailer, and not in the house, please note. Her husband basically did not work, and his wife could not work because all the time she was either pregnant, or nursing. They lived in petty theft, begging and digging in the trash. Leave your children in such a family would be really..»

— Oh shit! — Lal Singh said. — I know this story! Do you remember the disco on the northern shore, maintained by the Tanzanian couple?
— Exactly, — supported Inaori, — I wondered, how they had one child, and then, bang, they became four. Now I understand..
— They could get even twelve, — Vikskef voiced, — weekends, half of the port come there to carouse. Only manage to rake away the coins.
— Their whiskey is bad, — said Ernst, — In my opinion, it's all moonshine.
— In the menu it is written, "home-made", — Joy noted .

Vikskef shrugged: — Whiskey as whiskey. Regular..

Ernst sarcastically chuckled:
— For a Norwegian, even a kerosene is a whiskey.

Norseman gave him a scornful look: — Dude. As if you know..

— Guys, let us hear! — Inaori.shouted, — this is Warren Dixon.
— Who is that? — Vikskef asked.
— He is the most serious adviser of governments on both sides of the Atlantic.
— Oh, uhum...

«... Poorly disguised international robbery», — said the adviser, — «compared to which even offshore look harmless. Offshore satisfied dumping tax on the market and suck the financial resources from the developed countries. But finance can operate in the real economy only, they have to return home. And you have made their de-facto tax-free zone for hi-tech low-resource, you sucks-out the most advanced production technology and the most effective developers. Your economy sets of huge investments in developed countries in science and education. That's where the fantastic growth of your economy and your high living level grown from zero. This is — the pirate business. Do you think you can get away with it?»

«How nice», — Torres said. — «In the end of the last century, the West took out the brains of the countries of the Eastern bloc, it is somehow not called piracy. Your government was talking about free enterprise, economic competition and globalization. How about these fine words now, are they forgotten? Hottentot morality? If I stole a cow, it's good, and if one have stolen it from me, it is bad?»

«So, you admit that I'm right?» — Dixon said.

«No. Contrary, you admits that you are the position of the Soviet Union during the Cold War. You lose the economic competition, because you have an inefficient bureaucratic management, and private initiative crushed by taxes and prohibitions. Your politicians today look as Nikita Khrushchev in the last century, knocking his shoe at the UN podium and preparing to bury us.»

Dixon smiled:
«You overestimate the role of a backyard in the world politics.»

«Maybe», — Torres said and rubbed his nose. — «Although, you know, at the end of the XVI century, the Netherlands seemed to be a backyard of sacred Habsburg Empire. But it took 50 years, and the Netherlands became a prosperous Republic, possession of which are expanded by three oceans and the Empery happened to be a backyard. History sometimes repeats itself.»

«Are you are authorized to make such a statement?» — Dixon asked. — «Or do you want to provoke another international scandal at the personal initiative?»

«Statement?» — Coordinator asked, — «No, I just recalled something from history.»

«You just try to use the show to advertise your country.»

«Yes, of course. This is one of my duties, as a member of Meganesia government.»

«Well», — Dixon said, — «At least, here you honestly answer the question.»

Torres nodded:
«Honestly answer the questions, it is also my duty.»

A strict elderly gentleman with badge of International Bureau for Human Rights rose:
«Are you ready to honestly admit that your government ignores all international humanitarian acts?»

«To be honest, I do not know all the international instruments on this subject. I'm not a lawyer. Announce the entire list of what we are, in your opinion, violated.»

«I'll start with the methods of warfare. They violate the Convention of 1907, 1929, 1936, 1949, 1977 and 2005. Your armed forces are engaged in sabotage on civilian objects on land and at sea and terror against the civilian population.»

«Never heard of such a disgrace», — Torres said, — «Could you specify?»

«Here you are: Operation of your armed forces in the emirate El Shana 2 years ago. Killed 17 civilians, destroyed power plant, the central water supply of the capital unit, civil airport runway and two interchanges on the main national highway.»

«Wait.. Those "civilians" were in the residence Farhad Sheikh.. If you mean his guards, they were armed..»

«And his wife, five children, the staff?» — The representative gentleman Interrupted.

Coordinator shrugged:
«Well, you know, it's still a war. Our army, at least, did not throw bombs to the residential neighborhoods, as is customary in the military practice of so-called civilized countries. None, except the immediate surroundings of Sheikh, had been physically hurt. Residents, of course, suffered the inconvenience of transport, water and electricity, but in a war such things are inevitable.»

«But Mr. Torres, to declare war, to physically destroy the family of senior officials of the state and threaten the total destruction of the country's infrastructure because of a slight misunderstanding with some citizens..»

«That was not a minor misunderstanding», — he snapped, — »the authorities of the Emirate El Shana captured civilian airliner, took hostage a group of tourists, among whom were our citizens, and ignored our demand to release them.»

«But there exist diplomatic methods..»

«There is Magna Carta», — Torres interrupted. — «Every citizen of Meganesia is under the unconditional protection of the government. This protection does not depend on any policy, from any diplomacy, and carried out by any means, without exception.»

«Do not play with words!» — Cried the lady from the Family Protection League. — «What kind of protection of the citizens may indicate the government legalizes slavery? Slavery violates all conceivable norms of civilized!»

«Slave trade? Slavery?» — Torres asked, — «What are you talking about?»

«On your practice trading convicts.»

«You probably mean the rental of convicts to the companies for work at the residential complexes inside the protected perimeter.’ — Torres said, — «And what it is broken? Why society should bear the costs of the prison?»

«What about guards with whips?» — the lady asked.

«About the guards with whips, you are misinformed», — the coordinator said.

«But the prisoners are forced to work, you will not deny that?»

«I will deny, because it is a lie. We have the principle of informed consent. One can refuse and sit behind bars in a single box though the whole period. But it's uncomfortable. Among the approximately 8,000 prisoners in the country, less than 50 people have chosen this.»

«And hard labor, is it, in your opinion, comfortable?»

Torres scratched his head:
«There's not a resort, but no one international commission on the rights of prisoners found any violations. According to them, the conditions on the closed plants Meganesia about the level of Swedish prisons. Nutrition, lifestyle and health care is almost the same. Equipment sports fields have better, and we resolved the question of sex. We have a mixed contingent, without any restrictions on the voluntary sex. The Swedes do not have this.»

«What? As you said?» — The lady blushed. — «You want to say that there ... this prison ... their men and women are to.. each other... it's a mierde!»

Coordinator shrugged: «I do not understand what you mean. The court sentenced them to restriction of freedom, not to restriction of the sexual life. According to experts, our rules promotes corrective socialization of offenders.»

08. Janna Ronero and sex with a collar

— It looks like la femme is over, — said Inaori and nasty giggled.
— Yes, — Ernst agreed, — even at freedom; the sexual life of this lady seem to have problems.
— She is scary as a nuclear war, — said Lal Singh.
— But this one, by the way, is nice. She is pretty. — Said Vikskef.

His remark referred to a young woman, dressed in a "military" style, with a sign on his chest: "Janna Ronero. Green World Press". She was arguing:

«The report of the Human Rights Office has been said that your inmates wear collars! Collars — on people. Try to have sex in the collar!»

«Well, I agree, we may try», — Torres got up, untied the scarf and threw it on the table.

In the studio, the noise raised; all eyes were turned to the coordinator's neck collar, a translucent ring 2 centimeters wide. Rorres addressed to Janna:

«Come here, Miss Ronero. You may do it right now. Do not be afraid, I will not eat you.»

— It is vain, — muttered Lal Singh, — she will not let him do it.. At least not in the public..
— How do you know? — Retorted Inaori.
— It is seen..
— Fie, Sigmund Freud.

«What makes you think I'm afraid?» — Janna replied, walked around the table and approached the Cooedinator. – «Well, I'm here, and what?»

«As you can see, I have the tracking collar. You can explore it and get sure, that it is the same as those of our prisoners. I wear it by the security requirement, according to the special paragraph, about the measures at high-risk environments, in my contract.»

«What a deal!" — She snorted, — «You can always take it off.»

«It is not so», — Torres said, — «unless I learn to unscrew his head. To remove this thing, you need to work 4 hours with a diamond saw.»

«Or just to know where is the clip», — Janna added sarcastically.

«There is no clip, Miss Ronero, it is a continuous ring, you may check.»

«And I'll really check», — she said defiantly, and begun to touch the collar from all sides.

The studio got very quiet. A few minutes later the journalist got out of the sleeve pocket the nail file and looked at the coordinator.

«Go ahead», — he allowed.

Once the saw blade comes into contact with a collar, the cell phone rang in the pocket of Torres. He took the phone and said, «OK, do not worry» and put it back.

Janna, meanwhile, tried to catch something on the collar. At the next attempt, the saw blade slid off the smooth surface and thrust a few millimeters into the coordinator's neck.

«Oh, God!» — She said.

«Please, be careful there», — he muttered — «I'm living creature.»

At this point, his cell phone rang again. He sighed and said into the phone:
«Rhat's okay ... I told you, do not worry ... yes, under my responsibility ... well, I take this into account. Bye.»

Droplets of blood felt down his neck, forming a growing red spot at his shirt. Journalists were excitedly filming the performance.

«Mr. Torres, I'll call the doctor and the police», — said the host.

«Leave that nonsense», — coordinator said, taking a napkin from the table and setting at his neck. — «It is only a scratch. But the charming Miss Ronero now just got the case to appear at the front pages of newspapers and magazines. Do you understand this, Miss?»

«I'm sorry», — murmured Janna, — «I accidentally. Can I somehow..»

«You can», — he interrupted, — «dinner with a bottle of red wine. I was going to try the local wineland. In advertising, it is written, that the wine is made according to ancient recipes Vikings. Exotics. We agreed?.. Excellent. Then let's continue.»

Inaori giggled and shown her land to Lal Singh:
— Yeeaah, Dr. Freud!! What do you say now?
— Now, another thing, — he muttered reluctantly, — who knew, that she will injure him?
— She could do it intentionally, — Joy suggested — we, the women, the insidious creatures.
— Oh! — Shouted Inaori — look, well, the spitting image of Uncle Penguin!

".. Johnsen», — said the uncle, who looked similar to a penguin. — «I ... uh ... from ocean carriers association. We are interested in the question of the safety of navigation, in connection with the ... uh ... »

«Piracy», — Torres helped him.

«Yeah, right. Exactly.»

«This is a problem», — coordinator agreed. — «Piracy exists in these waters for more than 300 years. We dis not yet destroyed it completely. But our government offers to all ship owners the satellite tracking system. Roughly speaking, it is the same collar, but at the ship. If an attack, we guarantee the arrival of the military aircraft in 15 minutes. Any pirate ship will be destroyed, together with the crew, immediately and unconditionally. Pirates know this, so they keep 10 miles away from any vessel, which emits at frequencies of our support system.»

«We know that, sir.»

«Is that so?» — Torres surprised. — «What's stopping you to enter into contracts with the armed forces Meganesia? Price three times lower than the average price of shipping insurance. What is the problem?»

«Our government prohibit to enter into a relationship with..» — Hesitated Johnsen, — «With organisations like your armed forces. For this, they deprive us the marine licenses.»

«Ah, that's it. In my opinion, this prohibition smells directly aiding piracy.»

«I do not know, sir Torres. We're just doing business. Politics in not our deal. I wanted to ask, perhaps, this can be arranged in some diplomatic way...»

«This can be achieved without any diplomacy», — Torres snapped. — «Just hire a team from the Meganesian union of seafarers, and fail to notice that they take on board the tracking support unit. All. The rest is not your problem.»

«Really?» — Johnsen was surprised, — «why we did not know this before?»

«This is certainly not my question. I recommend that you establish regular contacts with our governmental marine agency. Informal, if your state prohibits to do it in the official way. Unlike some governments, we support business, rather than put a spoke in wheels of business for political reasons.»

«I'm sorry», — nervously remarked the moderator, — «we running out of time ...»

«.. The government is established to ensure that humans use their natural and inalienable rights», — continued Torres. — «These rights are equality, liberty, security, property. It is declared in the revolutionary French Constitution of 1793, and in the Magna Carta Meganesia. We follow these principles and we do not depart from them, under any circumstances, and under any pressure.»

«Yes, of course», — even more nervously said moderator, — «thank you, Mr. Torres, you have agreed to this meeting in the ABC-online studio, and I hope that ...»

The trio broke into laughter at the TV.
— Gave up, — stated Ernst.
— Exactly, — he supported Lal Singh.

09. Humanitarian self-defense and a good advertisement

... Appearing home at six o'clock in the morning, Malik slept until noon. Helena, of course, long gone to work, leaving a note, sticky magnet to the fridge.

You're reading this, hence, your eyes are open. I hope you have the strength to crawl to 5 pm on the beach at the rock python, there will be a party and so on. I love-kiss.

Instead of wearing the signature, there was bright-purple lip imprint. Helena never use lipstick normal human color. Such a style ...

Malik smiled, scratched his head and habitual movement pressed two buttons, switching the coffee machine and the computer, the main tools of professional journalists. A minute later the robot threw on the screen a fresh top list article titles.

The top ten was «an interview with the governor in a collar», Green world press. Malik even whistled. Janna Ronero skillfully took advantage of her negligence in handling a nail file. The episode was presented at the photo. Next was subtitled: «Our business — to serve the collective needs of citizens on a fixed price» (Hernando Torres, coordinator of the Confederation government Meganesia).

The article began with an incident in the studio:
«... Torres pointedly refused a doctor and as if nothing had happened, continued the conference. I thought he played a guy from the people. Then, when we were sitting in a small cafe and drinking wine, like a couple of clerks after work, and he told me how he got into government, I realized: this is not a game.»

Insert: Photo Torres cafes — apparently filmed by a cellphone.

«Torres — Entrepreneur in the sphere of tourism», — wrote Janna, — «he enthusiastically talked about the small hotel chain, he owns them together with his companion. According to Torres, there, he gained experience, that allowed him to win the social competition, ie, the process by which the government is appointed at Meganesia. When asked, why he wanted to this, Torres said, it is a good business practice and good advertising. This is according to him the usual motive for participation in tenders for the execution of government functions.»

Inset: the color scheme of the squares — the divisions of the Meganesia government.
I asked Torres 4 questions that I always ask politicians. What's your biggest failure? Greatest achievement? Funniest accident? What do you dream about?
Here are his answers:

Failure: I failed to convince Meganesian consortia dramatically increase investment in basic science. That increase, for which they have gone, is not enough. We need the most dynamic in the world of fundamental science to maintain our strong growth in nuclear power engineering, computer science and robotics.

Achievements: I will name two. First — the global system of police surveillance. Now, all the key parts of the territory of settlements and highways are monitored by terrestrial and satellite web-cameras. The video stream is analyzed by computers. The police receive the alarm within few seconds since the occurrence of any suspicious situation. About I have already told the marine security system, it was created by the previous government. The second is the creation VECOM, public system of higher education and distance training. This made it possible to double the number of students — mainly, due to the fact that young women acquire a child, do not drop out of the educational process.

Insert: screenshot of social advertising, a pretty woman with a baby at the laptop monitor. The baby stretches her fingers to the keyboard.

On the monitor, the words: «Virtual Education Center Of Meganesia. Join now!».
Caption: "Hey, kid, you want to be a bachelor before you learn to walk?"

«The most ridiculous case, moto-ralli of international nudists. Police stopped them for driving without helmets. To solve the problem, I asked the security department to give them state-owned helmets. Well, did not realize that these helmets are uniform. Can you imagine?»

Insert: screenshot reportage CNN: on the street, twenty nude painted bikers ride in helmets with the logo of Road Police. Signature: «Nude patrols in Meganesia».

«What is my dream? Turn the travel business, devil take me! How? It's very simple! In Montreal, winter, want to warm sea. Where to fly? Florida. And if you were in Europe? Then Egypt. The trick in the price of the flight. A little further 3,000 kilometers away from home, and the flight is more expensive the hotel, besides a few hours in an airplane seat, enjoy below average. So: after two years you will fly in Meganesia, will be enough to reach all the seaside, there is a boat you take out 12 miles. Then take off from the sea surface, and in an hour you are on an island Meganesia. Return ticket 200 pounds. The hotel is no frills, but the price is just £30 per day and the first line from the ocean, we do not hold other. Oh yes, I forgot: you'll be almost in space. Flying is 20 times the speed of sound at an altitude of 60 kilometers. It's real!»

Insert: photo unusual aircraft, letters: Meganesia Starcraft cancels distances. Europe — space — the atolls of the Pacific Ocean for 50 minutes. Details on the website.

«It turns out it's not just a bold publicity stunt», — wrote Janna, — «Torres told the history of the project. Unmanned Interceptor cruise missiles was first transformed into an oceanic manned attack aircraft. Then, on its base, a transport aircraft for rapid deployment of paratroopers had been created. And then Torres and his partner come to idea to remake it in an airliner for 20 passengers. At one point, I even forgot that I talk to a politician and not a businessman. Then I realized: in Meganesia there are no political elite. Not even the concept of a political career. No sacred caste of statesmen, which we are accustomed to thinking in their granted. A man comes to work in the government for 3 years, and then returned to his normal business. For him, it is something like a responsible fellowships for advanced training in conjunction with the ability to look at the world more widely, to see what does he worth, and show the ability to solve real challenges.»

Familiar to us character formation associated with the state as with a kind of idol in Meganesia disappeared from people's consciousness. They have a special Meganesian word "Offee" — it is used in speaking of officials or policies of any country. If you ask about the relationship with the Philippines Meganesia — in response to hear a lot of things about Filipino traditions, folk medicine and national cuisine — but not about politics. You ask about relations with Filipinos — you talk about the specific ethnic Filipinos, which many in Meganesia. You may ask: what about Caroline crisis over maritime boundary? You will say the crisis is not with the Philippines nor with the Filipinos but with the Philippine Offee. This is a huge difference. In Meganesian history textbook says, "1939.09.01, German Offee sent an army in Poland" and "1941.09.20, Japanese Offee sent aircraft to bomb Pearl Harbor." You will not find that one nation attacked another, and occupied it, nor that a country freed itself from colonial rule another. "In 1950 the British Offee lost control of India" — as it says. Reading this interesting tutorial, I stumbled upon the definition in the frame:

«The state — a system of open violence against the people, exercised in the interests of oligarchic clans. Oligarchic clans — a narrow group of people that with force, bribery or fraud got the unlimited political power and exercise it, allegedly on behalf of the people. By way of assigning power oligarchic clans are divided into:
1. aristocratic or feudal (armed seizure of power)
2. plutocratic capitalist or (bribery crowd)
3. ochlocratic and theocratic (mass fraud)
Plutocratic and ochlocratic regimes often disguised as democratic. According to the laws of the Confederation Meganesia, any attempt to create a state, as a particularly dangerous crime, punishable by the supreme measure of humanitarian self-defence.»

In search of the meaning of this mysterious phrase, I flipped through the book and find:
«After the proclamation of the Magna Carta of the so-called national Batak Party (NBP) has made an attempt to seize power by force, and to establish a state. This performance was prevented army Convention. 47 NBP leaders appeared before the Supreme Court and were sentenced to highest measure of Humanitarian self-defense — capital punishment.»

After that, I realized, why our semi-official press so aggressive against Meganesia. "Fathers of the fatherland" must be uncomfortable at the thought that their habit of speaking on behalf of the nation in one day could end for them with "the highest humanitarian measure of self-defense." When you look at our clinging to the power of the political elite, this idea does not cause much protest.

Of course, I am not so naive as to believe in words by coordinator Torres and their textbook history. Some things should be checked on the spot. Now I have tickets, bright color booklet with photos of the atolls and the words Welcome to Meganesia and memo from the US government: «Meganesia, as a country with an extremist political regime, is recognized as particularly unfavorable for tourism. Going there, you are putting your life in danger.»

Well, the risk — a noble deal. Read my next report — From the capital of Meganesia, after three days."

Under Article Janna Ronero blinking banner: "the most discussed topics of the blogosphere planet. Meganesia — 2nd place."

Malik scratched his head and clicked the mouse. The screen fell out the top 10 headlines with announcements.

1. Memo — shit. A month ago, I was Meganesia. No problems with the entrance nor with the police. Festivals — super. Beaches, girls, all the cases. Three times cheaper than Hawaii.
2. Meganesians — fascists. You can be shoot on the street without a trial. Or sold into slavery in the mines. Easily. And no one will help you.
3. In the past year, the festival took place at Meganesia. Cool! Really a free country! And in Washington, it is time to lean someone to a wall. Long live the Magna Carta!
4. Meganesia — the same as Cuba, the same commi, only worse. They have shared with the Chinese the entire Pacific Ocean. That way soon the white man will have no place on the planet.
5. Melanesians rob the civilized world, we take out our brains. They are worse than the pirates computer. Why the West has not teamed up against them?
6. Paris is terrorized by Islamists. The government is afraid of them. Police does close to nothing. Why don't we have such a charter, as in Meganesia? Enough to endure!
7. Meganesia — satanic country. Nursery pornography, prostitution, illicit sex and nudism. The churches are the black masses. The most horrible place in the world.
8. I'm from Edinburgh. Meganesia teach in higher mathematics through the Internet. I do not know what's up with fascism, but students are smarter than ours, and the job is payed better.
9. Hey People! After 3 days at noon in Frankfurt flash mob for Meganesian great charter for Europe. 4000 people are fit. Details on my website.
10. We have a shop, half of the income goes to taxes. Already it had enough to feed idlers workers. We sell a house in Stockholm and buy in Meganesia. ...

Malik chuckled and took a sip of coffee has had time to cool down.
"That is because of Torres! — He thought. — He got such an advertising at the public expense. And no one point of the contract is violated.. Should I buy the Meganesia Starcraft stocks? I feel in my heart, they will raise well.."

References

https://www.litmir.me/br/?b=93018&p=1 Александр Александрович Розов // Депортация // (мини-роман — трансутопия) // (Конфедерация Меганезия-1) (2021)(some advertisement)

https://online-knigi.com.ua/page/93018 Депортация (мини-роман – трансутопия), стр. 1 Александр Александрович Розов Депортация (мини-роман — трансутопия) (Конфедерация Меганезия-1)

http://translatedby.com/you/deportatsiia/into-en/trans/?page=1 Deportation Rozoff, “Депортация”, public translation into English from Russian More about this translation. (not finished)

Keywords

Meganesia, Erectus,

Чужая в чужом море, Созвездие Эректуса

Aleksandr Rozov, Collapse of RF, Meganesia, Utopia, Vestism,

Распад РФ, Религия, Созвездие Эректуса, Утопия

Continuations

Meganesia.Erectus,

Чужая в чужом море, Созвездие Эректуса

References

http://translatedby.com/you/deportatsiia/into-en/trans/?page=1 Deportation Rozoff, “ Депортация”, public translation into English from Russian More about this translation.

Keywords

Aleksandr Rozov, Collapse of RF, Meganesia, Utopia, Vestism,

[[]], Распад РФ, Религия, Созвездие Эректуса, Утопия