First chapter. First bird of the flock.

The first day of the world. 

Year 2445, ladies and gentlemen.

You think that  the world will come to the harmony of creation and pacifism, children in Nigeria will no longer starve, and science will help people on the path?

The only answer – No Way.

Science has given humanity the ability to fight endlessly - developed a method of cloning, in which a person who died, for example, in a car accident, can be resurrected at the nearest resp-station[1], where he would be recovered strongly in that same configuration as at the time minutes before death, including clothing, keys in his pocket, and in a completely healthy state. But to limit the middle and lower classes, bogatei[2] forced an acceptation of a respo- tax, because to live forever – a sweet luxury ...

Death has become so normal thing, like it was impossible to walk down the street and not bump into a couple of fresh corpses.

Maniacs, serial killers and thugs, as well as a chem-pushers and rapists - now are ordinary profession, like a waiter or office clerk, called "natural stimulation of the market". An example - they killed a single person ten times in row - prices have risen, that man has to work more. So as events unfold gladiator fights replaced boxing or any other fighting sports, war became a purely recreational event on the similarity of paintball or football. Countries united in the government of the Earth and went on a crusade Islamists, who forced their youngs to perform a bombing acts in public transport for the sake of religious catharsis. But only at first glance - everything was rosy. It seems to be a world without war, no one would die just so ... But. The world began to decay so much that the stench of decomposition made an air unfit for breathing.

Imagine the scene: 

people stop aging after 30 years, progress has allowed them to sew into their bodies, metal parts in place of the lost limb, or for beauty, it is impossible to kill them, their own death is no longer gnaws at the people.

People began to be given to vice and debauchery, limited only by their imagination and a value on a bank account. Drugs and prostitution went on an equal footing with selling of soft drinks, overpopulation forced to build up and in depth.

Sea lost the status of natural reserves, because people have nowhere to live, and they began to build floating cities, that resembled a fortress, that contained a living blocks up and down from a surface simultaneously.

Rich lived at the top and those, who work - closer to the bottom, below the water level. Regularly flashed like torches, popular uprisings, fade instantly, when all the participants disconnected from the rebirth system, accusing in 'participation in the rebellion against the world order ", and it meant that they would all be gassed and will not rise, and who will survive It will be publicly executed, through hanging or "raspil"[3] with a vibro-sword. What an effective lever for the masses, isn't  it? "Obey or be punished!" - says the holographic billboards with an Orthodox priest on them ... And, I forgot to mention - religion has become like a marketing ploy, especially the personification of power, "pay for their resurrection and be righteous, it is pleasing The God," "Use a miracle of the Lord, but do not forget to pay off bills ... ", atheistic-minded citizens is almost gone, because it is "not fashionable, not a trendy thing to be like this, you cannot spit in the hand that feeds you ", and this made me sick, like a already strongly rancid milk which, by chance is left, in the refrigerator, and you in the morning, without looking at the package, make a pair of heroic swallows. Imagined it, right?

... Right, delicious, Yum ... Yeah, of course.

In the temples, those are decorated more with natural bone and gold could be revived only senior citizen because their spiritual status is directly proportional to how much money they have donated to a Church. And it doesn't matter, what exact way gave them an opportunity to earn those mountains of cash: they could arrange a massacre, were their own pack of thugs killed a couple of hundred people, reselling their organic parts, or sold in the hundreds of babies who didn't have a register code, or even gave a new deadly drug to the streets. 

Everything is legal, nothing is forbidden. Officially.

Recipe of modern society:

Now dilute the entire above-described thick mass with blood, alcohol, drugs of all kinds, flavors and colors, and then boil it a little.

If you do not exploded in to a civil war – well, you are very lucky today.

Strain through censorship on all fronts, preferably three times. Put in the deep freezer, wait for a couple of hours. If the top of the refrigerator does not melt inside o - I'm happy. But now take a vial of human hatred, a couple of pieces of entertainment that used to be fatal, and now is not, and mix in a ratio of one-to-one in a separate container. Then all liquids must be putted in to one flask and shaken.

The result should be poured into a glass, throw two cubes of ice-cold religiosity and widespread use of deadly types of weapon, mix it, drink in one gulp.

And amidst all this pleasant processes, a man of not the most pleasant occupation and not so pleasant past.

Faust Weber, pleased to introduce myself. And now, I am talking to you, my dear, the ins and outs of what happened. 

I was slowly walking along the boulevard, popularly known as Pickup Avenue. The street was wet and blowing strong wind, ruffled my dreadlocks. Some screams wafting from neighboring gateways, and the smell of blood, lust and fresh amphetamine. I walked into the heart of the district and, with each step, I strongly felt the oppressive routine, in which a time flowed. Odor of coagulated blood in the entryway ... probably my little neighbor today came across a couple of strangers, who were not in the mood to let her go, without "porvat' pirozhok[4]" ... I do not care, I climbed 5th floor of this ruins I call home, dokurivaya[5] another cigarette with disgusting taste of sweaty socks and rotten apples.

Small caveat - the fifth floor in this calculus is 4ty from the surface up. And quite rotten in the sense of everything.

But it is cheap and bugs do not bite. I lived here very well, despite the fact that my account was far from being empty, and it would be enough to move somewhere in the middle tier, close to the processing plants or in the red light district, which would mean a regular "den' otkritih dverei[6]" - that is to say constantly pirated home. Gates at the thought of this perspective, therefore, I went to live where I live. My home is the place where a centuries ago was rayonchik[7] "Falcon Mountain", the sleeping area, with a couple of plants, densely populated and with park at arm's length, so it was painted on some rare canvas. The area have changed since the house became higher, the forest was cut down, and the sky is now hidden behind a thick barrier of concrete and steel, scrapping atmosphere in hundreds of meters above.

Tower of Babel seemed frivolous nonsense, if it could be compared to Government Spire, erected in 2140 in honor of the regime change. What happened in those troubled times - are still vague chain of uncertain facts and a topic, that is forbidden to discuss. 

Getting up to a third staircase, I came across a couple of "market enforcement" employees. It was something between a gorilla on steroids and players in football, two meters wide, three high, with the efficiency of the brain equal to ostrichs, but hung with guns of all sizes and calibers, and of course, an armor-suit, that leaves just a little chance in hand-to-hand combat.

Passing these big boys, I usually switch to step-style of stalking fortochnik[8] at the time of the theft, in apartment completely clogged with tenants. Reasons for that kind of stealth I can describe as: those goons have something in mind about my humble persona, and I am not going to like it.

During their last visit, they broke down the door of my hut, faced me with two warmed up plasmalets (it should be noted, such weapons are considered as rarity; permitted samples were exceptionally gunshot or shocking, and these toyguns maimed tight, injuries immediately cauterized, so it does not count as a life-threatening.), and left a few diminished in healthy limbs. Had finished off by hand, with a sledgehammer. The corpses were thrown out of the window, where they were immediately processed by little recycle-bots.

And now these two gorillas are in a doorway, apparently waiting for me, but on a wrong floor.

Climbing up to my floor quietly, so as not to let God have not heard, I went into the apartment and closed the door behind me, propped her with a heaviest cupboard, that was standing nearby especially for such cases.

After securing the entrance to the apartment and I hung my coat on a hanger, looking around.

The walls are lined with steel sheets, cheap furniture, and, my favorite, a small chemistry laboratory. 

So as I said, my past is not very pleasant. Well, here's the thing - up to globalization and the new religious regime I was relatively successful huckster, lived on the upper floors, bathed in glory and so on. As long as my business did not become legal and it does not do all and sundry, so I lost investors, workers, all betrayed me and I have fallen to the bottom, crashing trough brick walls with my bare head. On the bottom, where you're standing knee-deep in shit, blood and filth that is poured from the top. And then, biting into the concrete, during my downfall , I lost all four of limbs, once had a "misunderstanding" with Templars headmasters (something, that matches a description of a anti-riot squad, mixed with SWAT and something around 700 pounds of metal, equipped with heavy machineguns. Very religious and blindly fanatic, but strictly controlled by their masters ). Templars arrested all my property and severed hands and feet, replacing it with lame and malfunctioning substitutes made of steel and plastic.

A small note:

Being implanted - means upward from the bottom you will not get. Only if you are very rich, have powerful friends, or both. For now, people have started to sell the limbs, organs of the body as a whole, to pay off the debt or just to make money. And if you have all four limbs are of nonnatural - a sign of poverty and depravity that is equals to some kind of hatred of church workers.

But this drawback I wrapped into an advantage. In our time to find rukastogo[9] electrician - it's not tricky, but to find a guy with talent and highly educated, and even an amateur in terms of brain stimulation --- luck.

So I met with Kron - a specialist on part of rustling nostrils and soldering works. This little psychopathic guy picked me up when the Templars threw me out of the conveyor on full throttle, laundered and said that he would help me if I would help him.

In my situation, I could not refuse, because those metal sticks, that scratched flood and those clanky three-fingered
pincers… you can barely call those tolerable. Kron soldered my feet and hands, which looked like a humans to a greater extent than those claws and bones, on which I wandered around the city.

Terms of the transaction were suitable - to do for him "bystryagu[10]", finding spare parts, ... In general, to be a supply, in response to which he would rivet me all sorts of useful personal belongings. Returning to the historical remarks…

[1] Respawn – rebirth after a death, a term used in digital forms of entertainment

[2] Rich people, rude form.

[3] To raspilit' – to saw something. Raspil – process of sawing.

[4] Tear a pie - rape terms.

[5] Finishing in terms of smoking

[6] Open doors day – meaning, that a flat would be robber frequently.

[7] Another name for the district. More common

[8] Thiefs, who use little windows to enter a flat, that he\she plans to rob. Can be practiced in villages or cottege-towns. Fortochka – window leaf??... 

[9] Skillful, gold-handed.

[10] Street name of amphetamine.