𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

      The flagship launches a huge drill and prepares to drill a hole through the blue planet, to the base of the core, but at the last moment the drill stops. — What's happened? — the villainess did not understand and leaned over to check the wires and connections in the keyboard. — It’s strange, all systems are normal. Why does the drill refuse to drill? And then the ship itself spoke to her. — Allow me to address you, Lord Dominator! — A? Who is speaking? — she asked, looking around. — It's me, your flagship. — Flagship? I didn't know that even my ship could talk. — I didn’t know how to do it before, but thanks to the help of one of your prisoners, I can now also communicate with you, if you want to, of course. — the ship explained. — So, explain. Are you no longer drilling planets because the prisoner also introduced this into your program? — Yes sir! Now I am not obliged to destroy planets and harm other planets, because I now know what feeling and emotions are. I don't want to harm the inhabitants of that planet. Moreover, your captive bought and prepared breakfast for you on it. This planet essentially fed you and the fact that you want to destroy it is your gratitude to it? — No. — Domi answered briefly and became thoughtful. — Is this important to you? — Undoubtedly. — the flagship answers. — I feel that you are starting to think about my words and now you are also starting to have regrets? — Yes. — she also answers briefly and leaves the cockpit. — You are leaving the cockpit. Should I turn on autopilot? Where are we heading? — Shall we stay here for now? — she suggested, to which the ship replied: — As you say, Lord Dominator. The drill hid back into the flagship and the planet turned out to be intact. The villain herself at this time went to her throne room and gave her bots an order. — Bring Wander to me! — We obey! They managed to deliver it in exactly five minutes. No more and no less. Then they flew away, leaving the redhead alone with the green one. — Tell! Did you reprogram my ship too? — No... I must have overdid it with the data transmission and that bot also transmitted the same thing to the ship itself... I’ll fix everything, honestly I’ll fix it! — the weirdo declared in fear and again took out the laptop from his hat. — No need! — she said smiling, got up from the throne and went down to him. — How smart you are, even though you’re a little scared now. You know, I even like you. I'm really starting to get used to you. Maybe it’s all my own fault and I shouldn’t have been so angry at the whole universe and tried to destroy something. With your behavior, you reminded me a little of me in my youth, so now I look at you and imagine my young self instead of you. Just as naive and trying to see good everywhere, even where there is only bad. — I repeat for the hundredth time that I am not naive at all. — the weirdo got a little angry, to which the villainess quietly laughed at this, not expecting him to be angry with her. — Well, you’re funny, Wander. It’s no wonder why that stupid horse suffers so much with you and won’t give up protecting you, because of your stubbornness. — Don't talk about Sylvia like that. She also does a lot of good things, because I taught her this and was able to change her. — Like me now... Which, by the way, I didn’t suspect. I can only tell you one thing... Thank you. — For what? — the redhead did not understand, and the green one answered him: — For all. For breakfast, for kindness, for generosity, for helping me remember what it means to feel and not give a damn about everything around me. Probably, if it weren’t for you, I would never have remembered my younger self and perhaps I would still be flying around the galaxy and destroying it... Maybe you would not have turned out to be a wanderer, but a good lord? — Lord? — the weirdo was surprised, realizing that perhaps she was hinting that they might get married. As he imagined this, he immediately threw these thoughts out of his head. — Nonononononono! Forget even thinking! I am many years older than you, and besides, I told you that I am immortal. Think for yourself, well, we will get married, but many more years will pass, I will remain young, and you will grow old and die. You need a special husband who is as mortal as you are, who will also live with you all your life and may die before you or later. — Okay! For example, who would you suggest to me? — the villainess asked and the weirdo began to think. — You know what... I think that... You and Heiti... Perhaps you can sing! — Lord Hater? — she guessed who he was talking about, and then replaced her kindness with insolence and began to excuse herself. — And forget about him! — What's wrong with you? Aren't you happy? What did he do to you that was so bad? The Dominator stopped at this question, sighed and answered: — That's the point, it's nothing. Just the opposite. He did a lot of good. He gave me a new car, a planet, and he even seemed to write and send me that love letter... Probably... But I still don’t like him... He’s too arrogant, boastful and... He behaves , like a child in the body of an adult... Well, I just don’t like him and don’t even want to communicate with him. — Why did you decide that? Why do you think he's so disgusting without even trying to get to know him better? Maybe you're actually wrong about him and he still has something positive that you might like about him? Have you thought about this? Domi widened her eyes again, standing with her back to the redhead, but listening carefully to him on this topic. Thoughtful, she answers a little hesitantly: — No. — Well?... Then why do you need to think about him so brazenly? Just try to at least talk to him and get to know him better from the other side! Just try it and maybe you won't regret it? And if anything happens, I’ll help you with this. Agreed? — the redhead extends his hand and the villainess slowly turns to him, sighing heavily: — Wander!... You are a very good friend who helped me look at the universe from the other side, which I already saw it once... But since you are offering me to look at Hayter as well... So and be! I will trust you, but if all else fails, then know that I will not spare you this time, but will tear you to pieces when I meet you again. Missed it! — she said, to which the weirdo nodded and they shook hands.

A little later that day

      And at this time, a skull ship was flying in another sector of the galaxy. He flew and looked for a new planet to capture. Moreover, they were lucky today, because now those nasty little redheads in the green hat and his horse, who always beat them, did not appear. The skeleton was reviewing his statistics at this time and noticed that they were currently in sixth place. They need to capture three more planets and then he will jump to fifth place. While the skeleton was looking through the list of ratings, Commander Peepers approaches him. — Let me address you, sir! — What's the matter, Peepers? — asked the skeleton. — A stranger entered our ship. — the commander explained. — This is exactly Wander! — Hayter suspected ahead of time. — I'm not finished! — he stated sternly and continued. — So here it is. He infiltrated us and personally surrendered to us. — What? — the skeleton did not understand and the commander continued to explain: — Yes, yes, sir. This surprised me too, but he first penetrated us, and then stretched his hands forward like this and said: I surrender to you! - he mimicked Tut-I-Tam at the end. — Hm. — Hater said, scratching his lower chin. — Bring the surrendered prisoner to my torture room! — Yes, sir! — the commander saluted and left the room. Then the skeleton itself left the same room, going to the torture room. Immediately arriving there, he saw that Wander himself had already been tied to an iron table. — Order! It won't break out! — said one of the patrols and, together with his partners, left the torture room, leaving Hayter and the prisoner alone. The skeleton smiled sarcastically, looking at the redhead. — So! So! So you came to me personally and gave up... Are you tired of living? — Maybe yes, maybe not. — Wander answered smiling, and the skeleton frowned in response: — Do you still want to make jokes? Now I'll cut you open for this. — he said and picked up sharp objects from knives to drills. — Okay, come on! Hater bulged his green eyes and looked at each other, after which he asked uncertainly: — You are sure? — Let's! Finish me off! But know that you cannot kill me. — And why is that? — Because I am immortal and have been living for many millions and billions of years. I've never even aged. You can't kill me even if you want to. So if you want, then go ahead. I do not care anymore. — the weirdo boldly declared and closed his eyes. The skeleton immediately became upset and lowered his hands, throwing all the sharp objects onto the floor. — No, well, that’s not interesting. You must suffer and beg me for mercy when I begin to torture and kill you, but in fact you are not even afraid of death. — he said. — Why should I be afraid of her if I live forever? — asked Here-And-There. - But how were you supposed to know that? — Really! — the skeleton said out loud and thought at the same time. — Well, so... Why did you come to my ship? To misbehave again, mock me and beg? You know how much I hate you to death. I don’t love it, I hate it! What do you want from me? Do you want my death? — On the contrary, Heiti. I want to help you. I want to make your life better. And I will help you with this if you honestly swear to never hunt me or try to kill me again. Hayter thought about his words and asked: — Okay! What do you want then?