Trafika Europe 4 - Armenian Rhapsody

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

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