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Eugene (Mendoir, March—April 2355) March 11, 2355 The realization came somehow suddenly. I saw a giant bending over me, who smiled at me and said: “Who is it that I have here, so small, and already awake?” Damn, is he talking about me? And why is it "small"?! I tried to feel myself with my hands... and I broke off like that. Hands! My fucking hands! THEY DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME! He tried to touch his face and stuck his finger in his own eye. "Whoo, your mother!", I tried to swear, but instead something came out of me like, "Augo mugo ao!" Ooooh, I can't even speak properly! A complete polar fox! Have arrived… The man picks me up, and I feel like my head is being pulled back so badly. With a noticeable effort, I straighten my head and slowly look around. The decor is nothing like that: laconic, futuristic, all kinds of screens, a half-wall window, bent furniture made of polished metal. A tablet made of transparent glass with glowing orange symbols is lying on the table. Am I the one who got into the future? And that's bread! That voice would have sent me back to the Middle Ages, which was really tough back then. No sorters, no medicine, you'll shudder when you think about dental treatment, the church is militant with all sorts of inquisitions! So, I'll try to look at the hand anyway. If you bring it up to your face quietly, deliberately... that's it, your hand obeyed! No, adults don't have such hands, the fingers are plump, the nails are pink. So I'm a child, not "Gulliver in the land of giants"! But the question about "my little one" remains open. How can I check it? That's an ambush... oh, I thought of it! I start kicking my legs and groaning. There is a contact! The man bends down and takes out a metal pot from under the sofa - well, the most ordinary kind, my boys had the same in a previous life, only plastic, not stainless steel. So, down with your pants, and they put me on an iron friend, we lower my head slowly and… Oppa! And HE's not there! Masculine, that is, dignity! fuck! Bitch! Ah-ah-ah-ah! This is a change in the boundary condition, damn, it's just mean! But I really wanted to go to the bathroom, so we're doing it, hmm, it feels strange, different... damn it! Of course, they are different, the platform is different! Uh-huh... well, there's no way out, let's get used to this!.. Okay, it's done, they're probably carrying me to the bathroom. That's right! Oh, the mirror! Well, well, we look at ourselves... Small as small, it looks about a year old, I try a smile, oh, dimples have formed on my cheeks! There are about eight teeth in his mouth. There's not enough hair yet, and the color is so strange, reddish like. The eyes are green, no, GREEN, like malachite! So they washed me, put my pants back on, and carried me back. We look around, it's spacious, there are a lot of windows, all kinds of equipment, and this is probably a TV! Shit, it looks like two meters diagonally! There are columns of one and a half meters on the sides with grids on the outside, columns, probably. Everything is turned off, the red indicators are winking. We returned to the same place where we came from, the man sat me on the sofa, propped me up with pillows on both sides, put some crap with a pen in his hand, I shook it, and it started to squeak, lights inside. Bah, it's a rattle! Well, let's take a closer look at it. Well, what can I say, nothing special: made of transparent plastic, a ball with another ball inside, the second one with built-in LEDs, the handle is also made of plastic, only soft to the touch. Well, that's it. There was a "pssssssss" sound from the right. I look, and there's a piece of wall moving so slowly, and the opening we entered is closing... closed. And on the wall to the right, a green circle about ten centimeters in diameter lit up, and the circle itself seemed to be hanging in the air without touching the wall. Wow, it looks like a hologram! Then I felt that someone was looking at me. So, turn your head slowly to the left. Wow, what a huge cat! The head is bigger than mine, hefty, sixty centimeters at the withers! Thick long paws, a meter-long tail like a tube, and only the tip bends back and forth. He stands on the couch next to me and looks at me with his green eyes, paying attention. The man sat down at the table, and says: “What, Barsik, Zhenya woke up, and you're right here, on guard duty?” The cat looked at the man, stood on the pillow with its front paws and folded itself into a ball so that its head was right under my hand. I reached out and ran my fingers through the wool.… and the fur is soft, I scratched him behind the ear with my little fingers, went down on his cheek, the cat threw his head back, purred like an engine. I was looking at the man, and he turned sideways to the table, pressed something with his hand under the table, and in front of him a hefty hologram lit up for about a meter and a half. He put gloves on his hands with metal claws on the tips of his fingers and began to think in the hologram: he pokes somewhere on the left, then moves back and forth with both hands at once, then launches his hands into the hologram itself with fingers spread out, as if holding something, and twists his palms, as if turning. Bah, it's such a punch line, you see! I wish I'd been like this in a previous life! The man appears to be in his thirties, has blond hair, blue eyes, and is wearing what looks like a pair of light-colored overalls with hip pockets and a white T-shirt with a large blue inscription "LC" LOKI EI-14 "TAS NAVY" on the left side. On her feet are soft-looking, short moccasins made of white material. I stared at him like that for twenty minutes. In the end, he couldn't stand it, got out from behind the table, walked through the hologram, came up to me and said: “Why are you looking at the Dad, my daughter, as if you've seen it for the first time!” And he's smiling. I return his smile, he bends closer to me... and I am covered with love, tenderness and some kind of joy mixed with delight! Damn, why am I so overwhelmed? Didn't you feel anything like that just now?! The man kisses me on the forehead and returns to the table. The feelings went with it! Oh, how! So it was HIS feelings! That's the second bonus, I'm an empath now, no, an empath, that's cool! “Should I turn on cartoons?” He says "Dad" and clicks something on the table. There was a buzzing and clicking sound above my head, and right in front of me, about two meters away, a three-dimensional picture appeared in the air, with some icons scattered in groups on a blue background, and numbers in the corner. "11:03:2355 10:22". Wow, we've decided on the date... it's the 24th century! The icons are signed with different abbreviations such as "CPiKRK from 1UO", try it, understand. Here the cursor appeared, it hovered over the icon with the image of a paper folder, signed as "miscellaneous", several windows flashed in a row ... and voila, a picture with a roaring lion appeared! She went all over the "screen", and... no, well, it can't be! "Tom and Jerry"! Hold me seven! It was worth dying to watch these cartoons again in a new life! Oh, ha ha ha, I can't, fack! Well, let's see! Two hours have passed Something is bothering me, some kind of discomfort. Damn, I'm hungry! And this "daddy" is stuck in his punch line, and it's like I'm not there! So, we need to get his attention somehow, maybe yell? Okay, I'll try: “AAAAOOOO, OOOOAAAAA, VAA!” I see there is an effect, he turns and looks at me: “What are you doing, daughter?” I stare back intently and, looking into his eyes, make a sound: “ooooaaaa!” "Daddy" slaps his forehead with his palm and exclaims: “You're probably hungry at my place! I'm a fool! I forgot about you with my job!” he jumps up from his chair, quickly goes to the doorway, slaps the green mug with his palm, the door opens with a hiss, and he disappears somewhere in the house. Another hiss is heard, then something clinks, clinks, hums... everything is quiet. Footsteps were heard approaching, and he returned. He's holding a glass plate with something mushy inside. He takes a chair, sits down in front of me and starts the process of feeding me. Hmm, this "porridge" is a delicious thing, vegetable puree with meat paste. I turn over both cheeks, admiring my father's face. Like any loving parent, he accompanies every spoonful by opening and closing his own mouth, and it's getting harder and harder for me to watch. Oh, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to neigh like a horse! As a result, I choked and, mixing coughing and laughing, I burst into tears, which brought my father to a real panic attack. But everything passes, and this has passed. The folder ran off to the kitchen (well, where else did he get it all?) and he brought me a drinking bowl with an incredibly delicious compote. After drinking a compote, we continued our business: I watched cartoons, and the folder was working on a kool-aid. An hour later I heard a noise from behind the door, something rattled, the door slid open, and a beautiful woman of my father's age appeared in front of me, with dark brown hair, broken dark eyebrows above wide-set large gray eyes, with fluffy long eyelashes on a regular, Scandinavian-type face, but with soft lips. She was wearing a long fur coat made of thick, shiny black fur. Black pointed-toed boots with low heels were visible from under the fur coat. “How are you doing here?” she asked, and then noticed the cartoon hologram. “So! What is this?” She asked, looking at her father. “Michael Shepard, I'm asking you! What is it?” She pointed at the hologram. I'm stuck! What-what did she call my father? What's his last name? SHEPARD?! And it turns out that I am Eugenia Shepard?! Very interesting!.. March 25, 2355 So, one step, one more step, take your time, Eugenia, take your time, keep your head, keep your head, I say! Here is the corner of the crib, we intercept with our hands, and then a step, another step. I'm learning to walk! My legs are still weak, but my hands are already much better. It's early in the morning, it's just getting light, and my parents are sleeping on the couch with their arms around each other. A Barsik is lying at their feet and follows my steps around the crib with an attentive look. So, keep the balance, oops, the head is outweighed, eee! I manage to fold in half and land on the fifth point! Whoo! It took my breath away! “Are you awake, my little one?” I hear my mother's voice, she looks at me with a smile, I smile back, grab the bars, pull myself up and stand up. My head is higher than the bars, and I sincerely crush my forehead and reach out to my mother. Yes! Now they are really parents to me. There was not only a bright side to empathy, but also a "dark side." It is impossible to remain indifferent under the pressure of parental feelings. Mom gets up, picks me up from the crib, and I'm just basking in a wave of maternal love. They put me on the potty while I do my chores, mom puts on a robe, and we hold hands and quietly stomp into the kitchen. There's a mega-device called a chairstool. It's a tall chair with a sliding table attached in the front. Mom puts me in it, pulls up a table. I look out the window, and there are leaves blooming on a large, sprawling tree in the courtyard. The tree is strange: the bark peels off it, falls off in layers, and the leaves come out in a strange silvery-green color. A hefty brown dog walks thoughtfully around the yard, he is so big that he looks like a bear. And when this beast yawns, it seems that my whole head can enter its mouth! “Come on, eat," mom says and puts a plate in front of me, in it porridge with pieces of fruit and some berries. I take a spoon in my right hand and start eating slowly. It's not working fast yet! There's a good chance you can get a spoon past your mouth. Meanwhile, Mom takes out a soft plastic container with a volume of one and a half liters from the pantry and goes out into the yard with it. The dog rushes to her with an expression of such intense joy that it seems as if his tail is about to fall off and, spinning like a boomerang, fly off into the far distance! “Quiet, Polkasha!” Mom exclaims at the dog spinning around. “If you stay hungry, I'll dump all your breakfast past the bowl, and you'll eat from the ground again!” But the dog doesn't seem to be intimidated by this prospect at all! Footsteps are heard from behind, someone entered the kitchen, quietly came up to me and kissed me on the back of the head, showering me with adoration! A Dad is awake! Mom came back from the yard, and I can hear her saying: “Misha, how many times have I told you, don't walk around the house in your underwear! Well, you have a bathrobe!” “Come on, Diane. I'm only here in the morning, and anyway, I'm at home, and that's what I want to wear!” “Oh so! Look at the example you're setting for our boys! Just imagine if I start walking around the house in my underwear!” “Oh! It will be a magnificent sight! You have nothing to hide and something to be proud of!” “Double flattery! And anyway, in case you haven't forgotten, I'm seven months pregnant!” “Oh-oh-oh! Ha ha! It's hard to forget and even harder not to notice! And anyway, come here, retired Major of the medical service! I'll explain to you all the subtleties of communicating with a senior! Hehe!” “Take your hands off me, Mr. retired Captain of the first rank, what are you doing?” There is scuffling and kissing sounds behind my back. “Oh-oh! Michael Shepard, I love you, my husband!  But now you go, put on a bathrobe, go up to the second floor and wake up our sons, and don't you dare contradict me! Is everything clear to you?!” “Aw,Aw, ma'am! The order is clear! Allow me to perform!” “Do it!” And the father, humming some cheerful tune, leaves the kitchen. Ten minutes later “AAaaaaaa! I'm the first one down!” “No, I am, I am the first!” “Nifiga, ha-ha-ha!” It came from the stairs to the second floor. My two older brothers flew down it with a bang! This is the weather of Deniska and Leshka! Elbowing and puffing, they stumble into the kitchen. “Hello, Ma!" says Deniska. “Hi, Mom!” Leshka echoes him. “So, young people, how should well-mannered chevaliers behave at breakfast? Come on, come out of the kitchen, and come in properly!” The brothers went out the door, caught their breath, and sedately went back in. “Hello, Mother," Denis said, bowing slightly.” “Good morning, Mom," Leshka said, repeating his brother's gesture. “Hello children, have a seat at the table,” Mom replied, bowing her head. The guys went around the table, "accidentally" passing by my chair, and hugged me from both sides. “Hello, little one!” Deniska whispered and kissed me on the cheek. “Hello, Little Fox!” kissing the other one, Leshka whispered. After that, they both sat down at the table.