- Thanks, my boy, - has told the chairman. It is interesting.
- That-that! - has thoughtlessly sung kibernetichka. - Where such weight of water could disappear? Moreover for three
minutes? Two billion tons of water as I understand, it not a smoke stream that thaws suddenly in sijane day...
- In adjoining space? - The chairman has assumed.
Zvezdoletchik has shaken golovoj: - It is excluded. Monstrous capacities too would be necessary. No, here something
another, brand new, much more smart... Here it also makes impression: a combination of supertechnology to archaic trotyl
explosions and to black oil hooliganism. Last word will be, of course, for experts, but now as a working hypothesis I suggest
to accept that boxes with trotyl were zasunuty in the hermetic chamber in a circumterraneous orbit the same way by what the
weight of water from ocean Ledovitogo has been withdrawn and by what the black oil abyss on coast of the Black Rock has
been thrown out.
- And what way - you imagine? - The sociologist has enquired.
- Yes, there are at me some reasons, but...
- Yes you state, we will understand, - has told vrachiha.
Zvezdoletchik was has begun to hesitate, but it is there and then resolute zajavil: - Is not present. I will not begin to state. At
me for this purpose is not present either terminology, or images. And then, probably, I am mistaken. What for to hammer to
you in heads? - It is correct, - the chairman has solved. - let experts explain.
Kostja when we will finish, communicate there... Well, itself you know with whom, in Academy secretary...
- Is! - the nightman has triumphantly exclaimed and was developed with a rotating armchair to companions. - is, children! One
I have found, sukinogo the son! 3Читателю, familiarised with first two parts of our truthful fairy tale, can seem strange that
well-known to it the names-nicknames which have decorated with self three provocative messages, resolutely spoke nothing
to so competent earth dwellers, as committee-men at the World council. To stranger can seem to it, what even the powerful
Big Information Car of a planet - and that obviously was at a loss, trying to discover these names in the bottomless memory.
And meanwhile all speaks rather simply.
First, since defeat of a piratsko-industrial complex on the Planet of Villains has passed about two tens years. Certainly, the
emancipating campaign of the Incorporated Space Squadron for ever remained in the annals of the most nice acts of
mankind, but already only in highly specialised sources was mentioned the diversion of a three of musketeers headed by a
leader by Makomberom, and even these highly specialised sources only casually, without naming any names, informed that
leaders of pirates managed to disappear in an unknown direction. And how could be differently during these times full of
great and strange miracles? It is enough to recollect the enormous enterprise for biology rescue in system of Scale of the
Southern Crown! And creation of Shadow Cities in ekzosfere the Sun? And break in a kingdom of adjoining spaces?
Whether to Great Octopuses, whether to Freckled Skolopendr was to millions and billions cheerful, impudent, purposeful
enthusiasts? Secondly, how the liking of the author to the heroes was great, nevertheless justice demands to recognise that
on characters and creative abilities they were allocated with nothing among the contemporaries, there were, frankly
speaking, people private soldiers, and all their feelings, thoughts and acts in any critical circumstances always appeared
quite typical for the huge majority. Also it would be strange to expect, as if in their world where the care of a native planet and
pride of a native civilisation became social instincts, somebody seriously and for a long time would be amazed with their
resoluteness and ruthlessness in reflexion of attack of the space villains equipped with the disgusting counteractor. Anyhow?
Thirdly, understandably and under the offer of a cautious leader of Makombera our heroes have agreed anywhere and to
mention wonderful doctor Itaj-itaj, Porthos and Galina's remote descendant never. (We speak "understandably", and we
mean the reasons, quite clear only that from our readers who well imagines that such so-called paradoxes of travel on time. It
is not necessary to explain to them, and the others let will take on trust that these reasons are quite thorough.) Porthos's
returning from expedition on the Planet of Villains the live and healthy has been apprehended by its numerous friends and
relatives with delight, but without special surprise, on as the leader of Makomber counted. Yes, so at them there it was
moved that the death of the friend is perceived with a reserved grief, and here if there was a revival from dead all exulted
and rejoiced, but about what did not ask: whether poorly what miracles are possible during our interesting time! Thus, and the
name of the wonderful doctor remains in a dense shade.
At last, fourthly. Names of Two-headed Jula, the former free pirate, and Meesa, former true klevreta and the executor of the
most thin commissions of a nasty Great Octopus. Here it is necessary to notice that to the beginning of XXIII century on the
Earth and in its extensive colonies stayed already about one million aliens from all edges of the foreseeable Universe and
even from unknown areas behind its edges: diplomats, scientific, observers, trainees, students, emigrants, tourists, vagrant
artists, actors, poets, attendants of religious cults, fantastic philosophers and other most ill-matched public including prisoners
of war who could not be returned on houses as they refused to inform or did not know, whence they it come. The destiny of
some is interesting enough and even is instructive. We take for an example the former crew "Black Piraji". If the reader
remembers, they have located at us on Mars. And so, the former radio operator Ka, a white pangolin in a dark blue speck,
has left in desert in the ecological niche filled with local lazy sandy crocodiles to preach it progressive ideas of work and
good. Were kanonir Ki, a huge starfish with amazing ability to a mimicry, twice without any visible reason has bred simple
division, has organised a collective farm and modestly plants decorative cactuses for an exchange for broilers. And were
kvartirmejster Ku, a monkey with a strange ice metabolism, was arranged on Dejmos with the guide-exhibit, serves school
and inoplanetnye excursions, and at leisure fills zashchechnye bags denaturirovannymi with the diamonds here and there
meeting on these planetke.
But it is all by the way. We hoped to show, what it was a challenge - to find two prisoners of war of the aliens who have got
lost, as insignificant chips, at rough ocean of a human civilisation of the beginning of XXIII century. Especially if to recollect
that one of them only delivered a quarter centuries ago any troubles nothing to the remarkable young girl, and another too a
quarter centuries ago holopstvoval at the space villain of local value.