Take a return ticket from the Depressive Pointless Islands
I really didn't care anymore: RBS means RBS. I grabbed everything I needed for the trip into my backpack and went to the exit. I am sure you have noticed that the trip starts from the moment you decide on it. Feelings change. You are no longer here, but not yet there …
Furtively looking at people on the street, without words you identify fellow travelers. Some have already packed their suitcases, others are just trying on a future trip, but you already understand that, most likely, it is inevitable for them.
One way ticket
I came to the Essence travel agency. A comfortable space painted navy blue with subdued lighting. Staring sleepy eyes at the monitor, in the center of the room sat an obese man in glasses, a shirt, a jacket and underpants. He gestured to me.
- Sit down, please, hesitate, feel as usual when in contact with other people - awkward.
- Hello. Why are we here alone? You have an interesting name. What is the point, if I may?
- Questions, questions. These questions are constantly bothering you, aren't they? - the interlocutor paused and looked shrewdly into my face. “We're alone here, because I'm the last person you talk to face to face, out loud. And the name is thematic, of course, there is no essence. As an everywhere.
He checked some documents, rummaged in a desk drawer, and pulled out a smartphone, headphones, and headache tablets called Concentrated.
- Now you will only communicate through your smartphone in chats, text. We have added a special contact with Mashenka, your friend, she is going on another trip, local - "Pension for the faint of heart." She also really wanted to go to the RBS, you know, it's fashionable now. But it turned out that she just had petty apathy, hysteria. Plebeysha, ha ha ha.
He laughed, cautiously, quietly, with fright - what if what? This is how the "powerful of this world" laugh in order to overcome the shame of superiority over others, and in such a way that they do not laugh at their superior. Each rank has its own laugh.
- RBS?
- Shhh! - he raised his finger to his lips. The smartphone on the table vibrated, the message: “Now only text, only text. DBO - Depressive Senseless Islands.
It struck me as strange, as did the fact that I was here. There was a vague feeling as if my legs had brought me to this place against my will. Yet I answered:
- Sounds depressing …
- Thank you! It's our job! I’m sure you will appreciate what we have prepared for you.”He rummaged in a drawer again and pulled out a piece of paper containing the general provisions of my tour:
- Meals: tea with ease, fast food, semi-finished products through strength.
- Sleep: 12-14 hours or insomnia (underline as appropriate).
- Sex: lazy self-satisfaction, periodic thoughts about the benefits of abstinence or celibacy (emphasize as appropriate).
The slogan of the trip: “Not interesting. It's not tasty. Not happy. It is not clear why it should please?"
I read and typed the message:
- What if I don't want to go there?
- What are you, what are you! Your parents begged so. They shouted first at me, then began to quarrel and yell at each other. Then your mother confessed.
They say that you have been strange since childhood, she has suffered so much with you … - Were they here?
- Yes and no. So to speak.
- I do not understand. That is, they send me?
He chuckled and ignored my question.
- I wanted to suggest other options, but your father ran to the door and began yelling in a commanding voice: "Wife, I'll go to work, close the door!" - and bang bang about her jamb. And so ten times! Awesome! He did this every morning …
- Yes, yes. (He seemed to know everything about me.)
- And your mother also jumped up and began to hiss: "Cockroach, moron" - and then so affectionately, changing his face: "Son, get up, sleep everything again, sleep all your life" - and again in a whisper: “Why do I need such a fate? I contacted your father, you fool. Now carry this cross to the end. " An amazing woman! And then I immediately understood everything.
- Understood what?
- RBS! You are going to RBS!
- And if I don't want to! I didn’t choose this …
- They made a choice for you, it’s very convenient. Excuse me, don't you care?
- You're right.
RBS. Islands that are not on the map
I really didn't care anymore: RBS means RBS. I grabbed everything I needed for the trip into my backpack and went to the exit. I am sure you have noticed that the trip starts from the moment you decide on it. Feelings change. You are no longer here, but not yet there. As if there is a setting for the future place of stay and disconnection of connections with the point of departure. From these thoughts I was pulled out by the signal of the minibus. The office interlocutor warned me that they would give me a lift.
The driver turned on the chanson "for the whole" and blinked sympathetically in the direction of my backpack, they say, headphones, headphones were given to you. And the truth is, when I closed them off from the world, it became easier. Although a hoarse voice still strove to get into my brain with a sharpener made from a toothbrush right through my ear. I turned up the volume - and, frightened by Tsoi, he disappeared into oblivion. Alive, I thought.
Stop in the city center. The door opens. No airport, no train station. The same city as always, and one more message: "Welcome to the RBS - islands that are not on the map." What kind of RBS is this ?! It's just the same city!
A display floating in the air and a text with an explanation appeared above the driver:
“Now you will see such an introductory holographic screen above each resident of the RBS. This screen will display basic information about each person. You will be able to see the quintessence of each passerby and, if desired, use the special gesture of a triple head nod to enter the scenario of the selected person. We warn you in advance, it will be pointless and useless. We wish you a hated journey!"
The basic text was replaced by the driver's main idea: “I know how to lead the country out of the crisis. Until I'm ready to head the government, I have to tax. Where is the world heading? " - "To enter the opponent's space - a triple nod."
I closed the door and walked along the embankment towards the house. It was a very strange journey.
A guy came across. I read: “How good I am! My lifelong dream is to buy a Subaru. Press to pump up and a trapezoid. The girls will stick themselves, they love cubes."
Then - a pretty girl making her way along a path between melting snowdrifts. She approached, and a hologram lit up above her head: “We must have time to live for ourselves. Sorry for the dog - looks like my ex. Sorry for the former - similar to my current one. Time to think about your future boyfriend,”- the icon with a proposal to enter into communication appeared. For curiosity, I nodded three times.
She, as on autopilot, with a step from her hip approached me, pouting her lips and making sexy eyes. A new notification flashed: “Please make a cash deposit to the account for further engaging communication. Barter is possible in the form of the latest smartphone model, bargaining is inappropriate. I stepped back, intuitively feeling that this would cancel the first acceptance. Indeed, the lively interest on the beauty's face was replaced by absolute indifference. I went on.
And here is the doggie. I wonder if information will be displayed above it? The dog ran up closer, sniffed at me and a small screen opened: "Find food, multiply." By the way, I saw a lot of such screens during my entire stay in the RBS, although dogs, cats and other fauna rarely caught my eye.
The essence is no more
I lie on the couch and stare at the white ceiling. Head splits. Focused is over, and I realize that I am exhausted by this journey. Masha sends me hearts to chat. Love. Love saves the world. What the hell is love! Have you seen all these idiots roaming the streets ?! And I saw. I saw them as real, primitive, pitiful and petty people, half-people. Yes, I agree, not all are lost, some interesting, carried away by something worthwhile and important, but with a triple nod and additional communication, a long canvas of the same phrase was displayed: "I am the smartest, I am the smartest, I am the smartest." - and then fail "Yayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayaya".
I can't do this anymore, let Mr. glasses and a sleek jacket give me a return ticket. I'm tired. In the end, I want to talk. It's ok to talk! Yes, there is nothing to talk about with them, for this month I learned all the aspirations of the RBS residents by heart and without any problems I can guess with what content the cherished screen will fly out. But the silence is maddening. I don’t want that anymore!
I run as fast as I can down the street, shielding my eyes from the flashing screens, towards the place where it all began. There are two streets left to the cherished house. I will leave here. “Take a return ticket, a return ticket” - there are no other thoughts in my head. Here it is - the cherished house, a few more meters. I look up and see a huge banner: “The essence is no more. Farewell.
Farewell? Farewell? What does it mean? That's impossible. Not with my life. I always felt that everything would be fine for me, for me. Yes, I didn’t grow up in an ideal family, yes, I’m a person with a difficult character and get along badly with others, but I didn’t do anything bad. What is it for me?
I wandered, hanging my head, in unfamiliar streets, untouched paths. The head ached wildly. The cold wind of early spring blew. I walked at random where my feet were being carried, and I didn't care. Maybe this is the tragedy? What do I care about myself and everyone? At this thought, I ran into a group of people, literally crashed into and found myself in the middle of them. They were actively talking about something, only they were not heard. They speak. I didn't see it. And their screens flickered and gave way to one filling, then another, then a third.
One of the girls turned to me and asked something. Pointing to her ear, I explained to her that I didn't understand, I couldn't hear. A text ran on her screen:
- Are you looking for a ticket from the RBS?
“Yes, yes, yes,” I nodded three times, and she laughed.
- All is well, once is enough.
The text of the hologram changed to a sentence:
“Take a return ticket from the RBS”.
I closed my eyes and nodded three times.
