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living off the interest. I’ve had enough of running up to
back streets…,” Gregor paused heavily. “And you now… I
have dreams about the kinders…. Well, those that we’ve
‘zeroed’… The damn kinders…. But don’t you think about
that, you’re still a kinder yourself.”
Gregor went to the kitchen to feed the dog. In the
meantime Max took his brother’s chronomatizer into his
hands. The worn keys on the display and a crack on its
body were witnesses to the fact that the device had already
survived more than just a few operations. Max pressed the
mode buttons. There was a thirty-year reserve on the
micro-server of his brother’s chronomatizer.”
“Why don’t you pour out the entire amount of time from
the device?” Max asked.
“Useify ur brein – you’ll figure it out.”
“Are you keeping it for yourself?”
That’s like a spare life in a computer game. I keep three
decades in case somebody “zeroes” me. Think about it: you
walk along the street, chew your babblegum, and then
someone behind your back cleans you out. In a second you
fall like a dried out fruit, because your legs won’t move and
your arms are twisted, because you’re already, for example,
sixty-five, you have cancer, and you have three hours to
live. Then with your last strength you get your device, turn