Holiday

Dictator. Dystopia

 The satirical collection of miniatures



 It all starts
  /epigraph/

 If the man won, and can't stop, the victory can lead to defeat and death.
  /Lao Tzu/



 Oh, what day is it today
 and the whole world responds to my mood, the children laughing, the sun shines in puddles from the morning rain, even a grandmother on the bench do not look askance, and smiles warmly. I quickly ran past them and rushed to the House of Soviets. There has begun ceremony, gorgeous fireworks in the courtyard, on the podium shiny black lacquer, the Main Robot.

 Before the Main was camouflage button - up he called the names of inaguration and as if pressed on this cardboard button - close the printer began solemnly to crawl out of painted monograms and flourishes key paper, the transition to the second level.

 It's a great day in the life of every Earthling. I must say that not all have this day, there are such dunces, that they could not in a lifetime to win the respect of his personal robot. And he did not dare to issue them a certificate of adulthood.

 Personal robot is watching me, he was my babysitter, he is my mentor and friend. Grandma told me that they didn't have personal robots, and their thoughts no one knew, and every man lived as if by itself. It was funny, she was so worried. although I had to sympathize, as she has many friends just went crazy and remained in the madhouse. And just because their thoughts were heard, the main control center.

 Oh, I'm ahead of all my classmates, they have not yet received certificates, while many will soon get points. If you don't do something folly...
 One friend expressed to me something that he removed almost all of the points earned in my life. Well, broke the rules, the system punishes.

 I can't remember what he told me. And do not want, I remember what it was like to hear. Actually, I was trying to remember, but a personal guard immediately blocks the brain, and I was not able to deceive him. Which side do not come lock included, but it was still unpleasant. Then head hurts for a week.

 Well, okay. More I'm not going to try. And why do I remember, he chose his path himself. The only thing I can not forget, and the robot was not able to erase, this is the scream, his cry, when he was trying to make me believe. What and why is not important.

 The main Robot said my name. I was worried. I came closer, slightly trembling hands took the document. The robot dipped my fingers in the black liquid on the document appeared five clear of fingerprints. But, I won't wash my hands. House at the party will show it is tattoo, such decoration will not soon wash out.

 How strange, now I have some rights, which previously never dreamed of. I will give to the education of a dozen people, and I can visit the House of Soviets at any time, without account for the month.

 The excitement passed, I went back to the place. Then moved on to the lower line, and were able to get to the exit. Now home. I have not seen the list of invitees to the party. Personal robot promised to do a printout, but it was not in the morning. Something my nanny thought, rare it is thought long time.

 Okay, till the evening still far. Now nine in the morning, the whole ceremony took about fifteen minutes for me. But the people there today were unusually many. A lot of older people, which surprised me. In fact,  they obtain certificates also, but it rarely happened. Hard to earn points in their age, need to do something all the time. And their personal robots are much stricter than ours. Sometimes I thought they were like executioners, torturers. Our just angels compared to those monsters .

 Head starts to hurt again. All you'll dress to choose. Who will come to me?...
 The door to the porch creaked, top, strode down the last drop of morning rain.

 /this utopia dedicated to Sveta from Ivanovo /