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the water is cool today, you're right. But it was necessary to take a dip, especially for you.
"What's that?" the girl stammered and trembled.
– Victoria, honey, I want to wish you a happy birthday, unscheduled, let's call it that. Accept your real name as a gift. Make new documents, this is not a problem, but I'm sorry for things, there was no time to pull out the transmitter. But I can offer you my shirt, it is quite long, and what is especially nice – without a beacon.
The girl cast a quick, wary glance in Gideon's direction. He smiled and continued:
– There is a village a few kilometers away, we will get some clothes for you there, don't worry.
– Cccac TTY Etto sdelal?
"In your order, students are not allowed to learn the technique of moving through space. Although Bartholomew himself and several of his associates possess it perfectly. Here you go!
The guy got out on the Bank and handed the girl his shirt.
– It's warm, you'll warm up quickly. I'd like a hot Cup of tea right now. Sorry I didn't have time to grab the cups and teapot, it would have been very useful.
– Mmmy ctto teleportirovat?
The girl looked around, touched the grass, her hands, her feet. Then quickly threw on a shirt, and calmed down a little, quietly said:
"So that's how it works…
"Not always. There are several techniques for moving. In this case, it was wise to use this one.
***
The sun was beginning to set. A girl in a shirt walked silently across the endless fields, Gideon at her side. His face shone with true joy, and it was evident to the naked eye that this man's heart was in love.
Several times he looked cautiously at the girl in surprise, as if reading an interesting question in her mind, but then quickly turned away and continued on his way as if nothing had happened.
When the girl, once again, by her inner reasoning and the silent murmur of her lips, caused an interesting look from the fellow-traveller, Gideon suddenly said:
– Yeah…, I also love the poems of this poetess.
These words hit the girl like boiling water on the back. She started, and fixed a shrewd glance on her companion.
"Good poems, aren't they?" And the situation has… harmony, " Gideon said.
"So you're also a mind reader?" Who the hell are you?
– These poems, like many others, were written by a beautiful, bright woman.
Victoria, with a look, insisted on her question.
"I introduced myself, Gideon, but that's a narrow view of the world. And in a large-scale sense-your brother. Father we have one – without thinking the guy replied.
– God? the girl quipped.
"That's the one."
"And you believe this nonsense?"
"Which one?"
"That God exists?"
"I can't help believing in him when he's in front of me."..
The girl was slightly taken aback.
"Are you suggesting that I'm a God?"
"And you, too."
"Who else?" You?
– Not only.
"Oh, Yes, and all the other people…
"They are, of course, but they are only a small part of God.
– Wait, you said that we have one father – this is God, and now you say that I am God and you are God. There's a discrepancy in your hypothesis, buddy.
– There is no discrepancy. One does not contradict the other, moreover, it complements it. The only question is that words, of any language – are very trivial in the matter of conveying the truth. Therefore, when transmitting information from the source to the addressee through the word, the picture is often greatly distorted.
– Wiggled. So, okay, let's go on, so we're all just a small part of God? Who are the others? Aliens? Are you saying they're there, too? I've never met one.
"That's not true, you've met a lot of visitors from other constellations and even from neighboring universes in your life. Another question is that they do not seek to give themselves away, so they appear before the earthlings in their usual image.
"Them?" Don't you consider yourself an earth person?
"Let's just say I'm a "man of the world." Don't take it literally, because it won't be quite right. If you, when you say God, mean a bearded old man on one of the clouds-then of course this is fiction and in this case you can say that there is no God. But in fact, there is only an illusion about God, however, that there is an illusion… This is an extensive topic, and we can talk about it some other time. God is all that surrounds us. Everything visible and invisible. The one who created all this, who is all this. The one who manifests himself through all that you can feel, breathe, touch, see, understand, comprehend and create, just like The one you are a part of.
The girl looked at Gideon thoughtfully, then suddenly said:
"So you're saying my real name is Victoria?"
– Yeah.
"How do you know all this?"
"I was once a member of the order of the Black hand, and you know that special people are accepted there.
"I found out about the order not so long ago. I'm not one of the chosen ones you're talking about. I met Bartholomew by chance. I was his for a while… girl.
– A strong old man, I admire his desire to live in all its manifestations.
"Old man?"
– Well, Yes.
The girl frowned.
"Do you know how old he is?" Gideon asked.
I asked several times, but each time he evaded the question. I think he's in his early fifties, but he looks forty-two. I know what you're thinking, I was only thirty-four a week ago, but I was really interested in him. Maybe I even loved him. I don't know why he treated me like this.
"It doesn't take a reason for Bartholomew to send a man to his death, but still, I think you just got too close to him at a certain point and learned more than you should have."
"I found out about the order a few days ago, not from him.
"Well, that's the answer.
"But he doesn't know anything."
"Bartholomew is a very difficult man, Victoria. And, I'll slightly disappoint you, he's not in his early fifties, he's in his early hundreds!
"I don't believe it!"
"One hundred and thirty-seven years, to be exact."
"How can that be?"
– He has many techniques of esoteric knowledge, one of them allows you to slow down the aging process.
"Do you believe that?" Are you saying I slept with a man a hundred years older than me? Yes, this has not been in history, and can not be.
– Mistake. History knows cases of staying in the same body for more than a thousand years. And these people looked about the age of a well-groomed sixty-year-old man, while maintaining all the functions of the body, including sexual. Naturally, twenty-year-old girls and boys are very popular as partners with these representatives.
– Nightmare…
"No, it's just a slight digression. These people do really terrible things in a very different way.
"Do they?" So they are still there?
– Always be… And they will. Knowledge is not lost, it is simply hidden. And this knowledge is a great power. The only question is in whose hands this power is. So far, not in those whose I would like… unfortunately! –