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now i`m officaly in love with 8-bit music.
bip-boop, maggot.
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Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?
Lykke Li – Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
New Mexico. Institute Archives number ..... Time is 2:34
He studied the dossier is almost four o'clock and still could not understand why his candidacy did not want to reject. However, no telepathic abilities, but it can easily develop ... Do not have children, dependents. But what's wrong? What makes the Administrator to choose him?
Letters, numbers and graphs already dazzled the eyes, and John irritated slammed folder with documents. Looked at his watch - already past midnight, and the administrator named Garry cannot be found in any case. John ventured out on a short walk, so to get some fresh air and rest.
The hall was empty, and remarkably quiet - this combination in their institute was a great rarity. John stood in front of a large panoramic window overlooking the front of the complex lunar bay, and continued to think.
Gordon Freeman. Male. 27 years. Physical condition - a little higher than the standard. Mental state - close to extinction. No diseases, hidden or obvious. An ordinary man, but it is ideally suited for the operation. But even so ... whether he would cooperate with them? With John?
Administrator and a group of analysts, makes its dossier on grains of information, of which could find ... Did they see him live? Whether at least talked to him? Do they understand that a man like Freeman cannot take the risk only under the pretext of survival, even for the whole of humanity?
John sighed. He did not understand why he wants to reject the very fact that he cannot do anything. Gordon will be admitted to the operation and John will be for him ... mentor? Patron?
Observer?
Fools, they have no idea how long John was watching Freeman.
In the pocket of his jacket softly mobile phone rang. Damn, did Harry and this time was able to read his mind ... He had a great telepathic abilities, but John always considered himself also quite skilled telepath. He would have felt.
This is schizophrenia.
Trying to make his voice more calm and confident, John answered the call:
-I`m listening.
- John? Not yet changed your mind about the object?
His voice was breathless and hoarse. John immediately thought of another lover girl, how Administrator of one hand holding a cell phone and the other hand grasps the girl.
- Stop it, - jerked Administrator. - Fucking forecaster. So what?
- I'm still against his inclusion in the draft. Please, try to understand that he is not the right man, and the consequences of this error ... - start talking John with passionate, but at the other end he was slowly interrupted:
- John. Did you forget? I do not make mistakes. Freeman will participate in the operation, and thou shalt be his personal observer. All that is required of you - do not let his death. And, of course, an error.
- That will not happen, - said John to hooters wafting from the phone. He sank wearily on the couch and clasped fingers to temples. All decided. Now John just cannot do anything to change. And the fate of Freeman now dependent only on the administrator of the complex.
"I'm still his observer. I can send him ... to the true path. "
This thought caused a faint smile on the man's face. He looked back at the eye of the moon, with interest to look into the lab and could not resist the chuckle. But the administrator cannot even understand what John id actually. Suppose that he forced him to take part in the operation, but it also may at any time withdraw from it.
"Let it be as the administrator wishes. He realizes how much he was mistaken when Freeman would be faced with a choice ... "
Slender fingers tapping on the keyboard.
"Object number 1. Freeman.
Admitted to the exercise protocol.
Confirm? "
The man sighed and confirmed changes to the file. From this moment Gordon Freeman, who is now asleep in the train transport system of Black Mesa, a new life began.
New Mexico. Black Mesa. An hour before the resonance cascade and start of operation.
John pressed to himself a bright yellow crystal; from him came true warmth turning into heat, and then in the wild cold. He did not know whether the employees of Black Mesa to touch him, but even so - they do not understand the feelings of euphoria and wild despair at the sight of a spark inside the stone.
It is a source of energy that will never be subservient by people. And he, John, voluntarily surrenders it to the wolves! They ruin, ruin it, as destroyed once Alliance all that he once ...
Gasp.
With trembling hands, John pulled out of the case syringe with clear liquid and quickly thrust it into his wrist, squeezing medicine. The last instance, which he left for a rainy day. Looks like he's already here.
- I need a pure mind, when it all starts. Unwanted memories here ... to nothing ...-mentally he consoled himself, feeling the drug is already beginning to act. The crystal was safely tucked away in the same case.
So it is easier. Erase time all that was in his head for the last five minutes. Too hard ... even for him. Glancing down the tunnel, John saw the approaching wagon with only scientist inside, with whom he made an appointment. He greeting waved to him and opened the doors of the wagon.
John sour smiled and got on the train.
Hlf +n ho!r befo%6re t345he res0nnce casc113ade.
Gordon was in a hurry.
He really late for work - that's an extra fee for 15 minutes of sleep. Literally ran past the next cabinet, Freeman was able to see two people in it - an old friend ... and some man in blue strict suit. He turned and pulled back for a second look at Gordon. He had strange eyes, it was evident even through the glass. The man grinned, as if devouring wit gaze in Gordon and scientist blushed.
He had already turned the corner when he heard the phrase:
- I want to offer you something that you will not regret ...
%ade mi35nu$%%tes b^57ef678ore the res13ornaytr_2nce ca25s(76ade.
- Eli~?
Black man turned around and looked with some fear lat ogged man who was more like some bureaucrat. He'd already seen him - in the morning the man brought him the most pure sample crystal rock of Xen. Without thinking, the scientist decided to immediately show to his superiors. Members of the administration insisted on conducting a detailed analysis of the crystal, and immediately, but Eli was against it, because it was the day electronics throughout "Black Mesa" behaved very restless: broken locks, system failures, even in the morning flew the mail server. They did not listen to him.
The rest of his teammates did not seem to pay attention to the man, Isaac Kleiner only nodded in silent salute and continued to dictate the rules of the microphone.
A man came up to Eli and bent and whispered drawl:
- Prepare .... for ... unforeseen consequences ...
And at this moment explosion burst.
"Attention.
System files are corrupted.
Continue?"
Gordon looks at him wild, but a blind eye. He was unarmed, but HEV suit still on him, and yet he looks so defenseless ...
Of course, he accepted the offer of John. It was only the illusion of choice. Slowly, cautiously walked around him and looked out of wagon which sped through the dark space. And in the inky darkness flashed portal. Freeman took a deep breath, as if about to jump into the cold water, and went down into it.
- A prudent choice, Mr. Freeman. We'll meet you later.
Both alive and dead.
Until someone opens the box.
John ran a hand through Gordon`s hair and slowly walked out of stasis, feeling like he was still attracted to him - mentally trying to say something, begs him to stay.
- I'm sorry. /em>
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?
Lykke Li – Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
New Mexico. Institute Archives number ..... Time is 2:34
He studied the dossier is almost four o'clock and still could not understand why his candidacy did not want to reject. However, no telepathic abilities, but it can easily develop ... Do not have children, dependents. But what's wrong? What makes the Administrator to choose him?
Letters, numbers and graphs already dazzled the eyes, and John irritated slammed folder with documents. Looked at his watch - already past midnight, and the administrator named Garry cannot be found in any case. John ventured out on a short walk, so to get some fresh air and rest.
The hall was empty, and remarkably quiet - this combination in their institute was a great rarity. John stood in front of a large panoramic window overlooking the front of the complex lunar bay, and continued to think.
Gordon Freeman. Male. 27 years. Physical condition - a little higher than the standard. Mental state - close to extinction. No diseases, hidden or obvious. An ordinary man, but it is ideally suited for the operation. But even so ... whether he would cooperate with them? With John?
Administrator and a group of analysts, makes its dossier on grains of information, of which could find ... Did they see him live? Whether at least talked to him? Do they understand that a man like Freeman cannot take the risk only under the pretext of survival, even for the whole of humanity?
John sighed. He did not understand why he wants to reject the very fact that he cannot do anything. Gordon will be admitted to the operation and John will be for him ... mentor? Patron?
Observer?
Fools, they have no idea how long John was watching Freeman.
In the pocket of his jacket softly mobile phone rang. Damn, did Harry and this time was able to read his mind ... He had a great telepathic abilities, but John always considered himself also quite skilled telepath. He would have felt.
This is schizophrenia.
Trying to make his voice more calm and confident, John answered the call:
-I`m listening.
- John? Not yet changed your mind about the object?
His voice was breathless and hoarse. John immediately thought of another lover girl, how Administrator of one hand holding a cell phone and the other hand grasps the girl.
- Stop it, - jerked Administrator. - Fucking forecaster. So what?
- I'm still against his inclusion in the draft. Please, try to understand that he is not the right man, and the consequences of this error ... - start talking John with passionate, but at the other end he was slowly interrupted:
- John. Did you forget? I do not make mistakes. Freeman will participate in the operation, and thou shalt be his personal observer. All that is required of you - do not let his death. And, of course, an error.
- That will not happen, - said John to hooters wafting from the phone. He sank wearily on the couch and clasped fingers to temples. All decided. Now John just cannot do anything to change. And the fate of Freeman now dependent only on the administrator of the complex.
"I'm still his observer. I can send him ... to the true path. "
This thought caused a faint smile on the man's face. He looked back at the eye of the moon, with interest to look into the lab and could not resist the chuckle. But the administrator cannot even understand what John id actually. Suppose that he forced him to take part in the operation, but it also may at any time withdraw from it.
"Let it be as the administrator wishes. He realizes how much he was mistaken when Freeman would be faced with a choice ... "
Slender fingers tapping on the keyboard.
"Object number 1. Freeman.
Admitted to the exercise protocol.
Confirm? "
The man sighed and confirmed changes to the file. From this moment Gordon Freeman, who is now asleep in the train transport system of Black Mesa, a new life began.
New Mexico. Black Mesa. An hour before the resonance cascade and start of operation.
John pressed to himself a bright yellow crystal; from him came true warmth turning into heat, and then in the wild cold. He did not know whether the employees of Black Mesa to touch him, but even so - they do not understand the feelings of euphoria and wild despair at the sight of a spark inside the stone.
It is a source of energy that will never be subservient by people. And he, John, voluntarily surrenders it to the wolves! They ruin, ruin it, as destroyed once Alliance all that he once ...
Gasp.
With trembling hands, John pulled out of the case syringe with clear liquid and quickly thrust it into his wrist, squeezing medicine. The last instance, which he left for a rainy day. Looks like he's already here.
- I need a pure mind, when it all starts. Unwanted memories here ... to nothing ...-mentally he consoled himself, feeling the drug is already beginning to act. The crystal was safely tucked away in the same case.
So it is easier. Erase time all that was in his head for the last five minutes. Too hard ... even for him. Glancing down the tunnel, John saw the approaching wagon with only scientist inside, with whom he made an appointment. He greeting waved to him and opened the doors of the wagon.
John sour smiled and got on the train.
Hlf +n ho!r befo%6re t345he res0nnce casc113ade.
Gordon was in a hurry.
He really late for work - that's an extra fee for 15 minutes of sleep. Literally ran past the next cabinet, Freeman was able to see two people in it - an old friend ... and some man in blue strict suit. He turned and pulled back for a second look at Gordon. He had strange eyes, it was evident even through the glass. The man grinned, as if devouring wit gaze in Gordon and scientist blushed.
He had already turned the corner when he heard the phrase:
- I want to offer you something that you will not regret ...
%ade mi35nu$%%tes b^57ef678ore the res13ornaytr_2nce ca25s(76ade.
- Eli~?
Black man turned around and looked with some fear lat ogged man who was more like some bureaucrat. He'd already seen him - in the morning the man brought him the most pure sample crystal rock of Xen. Without thinking, the scientist decided to immediately show to his superiors. Members of the administration insisted on conducting a detailed analysis of the crystal, and immediately, but Eli was against it, because it was the day electronics throughout "Black Mesa" behaved very restless: broken locks, system failures, even in the morning flew the mail server. They did not listen to him.
The rest of his teammates did not seem to pay attention to the man, Isaac Kleiner only nodded in silent salute and continued to dictate the rules of the microphone.
A man came up to Eli and bent and whispered drawl:
- Prepare .... for ... unforeseen consequences ...
And at this moment explosion burst.
"Attention.
System files are corrupted.
Continue?"
Gordon looks at him wild, but a blind eye. He was unarmed, but HEV suit still on him, and yet he looks so defenseless ...
Of course, he accepted the offer of John. It was only the illusion of choice. Slowly, cautiously walked around him and looked out of wagon which sped through the dark space. And in the inky darkness flashed portal. Freeman took a deep breath, as if about to jump into the cold water, and went down into it.
- A prudent choice, Mr. Freeman. We'll meet you later.
Both alive and dead.
Until someone opens the box.
John ran a hand through Gordon`s hair and slowly walked out of stasis, feeling like he was still attracted to him - mentally trying to say something, begs him to stay.
- I'm sorry. /em>
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Devious Journal Entry
1 min read
Weird.
I asked the girl why she is no longer sitting at a desk with me.
She replied, "You're weird".
My mom tells me that I'm weird.
When I ask her why, she says she does not know.
When I fall asleep and wake up on the desk because the teacher pulls me by the hair,
classmates whisper "You're weird".
When they waited for me after school and I fight,
I hear the screams "You're not from our planet".
Do you think I'm weird?
You hate me because i`m not beautiful?
Because i`m fat, ugly and love girls as well as boys?
Is it too vicious?
Too violent?
Am i being to close to you?
Does it make you nervous?
...
Good.
I asked the girl why she is no longer sitting at a desk with me.
She replied, "You're weird".
My mom tells me that I'm weird.
When I ask her why, she says she does not know.
When I fall asleep and wake up on the desk because the teacher pulls me by the hair,
classmates whisper "You're weird".
When they waited for me after school and I fight,
I hear the screams "You're not from our planet".
Do you think I'm weird?
You hate me because i`m not beautiful?
Because i`m fat, ugly and love girls as well as boys?
Is it too vicious?
Too violent?
Am i being to close to you?
Does it make you nervous?
...
Good.
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Devious Journal Entry
1 min read
i fucking sucks in drawing even on pony bases
god whyyyyyy
i need a senpai for it :c
god whyyyyyy
i need a senpai for it :c
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Devious Journal Entry
1 min read
hey guys
i`m going to my grandmother for 4 days
don`t miss me :c
i`m going to my grandmother for 4 days
don`t miss me :c
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