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ЕАЕкатерина АлександровскаяCatherine88 · 19 de fev. de 2010Ler

- Good evening. - ... - Good evening!! The red-haired... creature sitting opposite me was looking dreamily out the window, completely ignoring a valuable client. Finally, something clicked in her brain (or maybe I just imagined it), the lady turned, looked into the eyepiece, gave a confused 'oh,' and turned on the translator. - Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you right away. You see, I don't work here... We understand. You're just looking out the window here. - I mean, I don't work at all. It's nice to get an allowance just for being a Highly Intelligent person of the 8th degree. I'm just passing through from Melbourne to Brussels, with a layover in Nizhnevartovsk, traveling, reflecting, wanting to get the next degree. And I stopped by IEC for old times' sake; I once traveled through them myself via Work and Travel. Back when I was still studying at the language institute. Back when it still existed. So, a long time ago. Language institutes and the like were abolished about 10 years ago, when the translator was invented (a Multilingual Interspecies and Interracial All-Frequency Thought Translator, a small, useful little box). The redhead, meanwhile, kept chattering: - ...there's such a wonderful view of the Essence of Being from the window here... I stopped by, thought I'd chat with former colleagues, forgot that today is a day off, but if you have any questions, I'll be happy to answer... A day off. And I was wondering where everyone had gone? Although, how would I know? I've never had a calendar or these 'days off' in my life. - What a lovely dog you have! - This is Bill. - Very nice. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, Katerina. And you are participant number... may I have your details? Aha, X24, Biological Code 453A, Intelligence Index 12. Any questions about the Work and Travel program? Ask, don't be shy. - Actually, I have a flight tomorrow. And I'm still doubting where to go: to Los Angeles or to Alaska... - Why do you need that Alaska? Only mosquitoes like it there. You want to go where there are more people, right? - I don't want to. I have to. - You have an excellent job offer, you will be advancing science... - I will. And I'm also afraid of getting fat. It's that kind of work, food everywhere, constant temptations, fast food... - Don't worry, you'll have enough physical activity. And besides, you're going there not to eat, but to work, and for new impressions, of course. - Certainly not for the money. Money didn't actually bother me at all, and the chance to see the world was a unique opportunity, perhaps the only one in my life. Ten years ago, would they have let me go abroad? Only illegally, but that's dangerous; the life of an illegal immigrant is worth nothing. On that notorious Alaska, where the mosquitoes are, two of my fellow countrywomen were recently swatted, just like that, for no reason. But I'm going honorably, having a microchip that emits an ultrasonic (or some other) signal, so everyone around knows: I am a participant of Work and Travel -2029 and generally a Citizen of the World, don't be rude and don't touch. - Do you know the rules of conduct? I recited by rote: - Always walk with companions, submit received samples to the employer on time, do not disclose trade secrets, do not be rude, do not spit, do not jump around like a madman... The last points were not going well for me. - And most importantly: don't lose the microchip with your personal data! - As if you could lose it. It's implanted in the neck for good. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At the airport, I met the newest, mutated from who knows where, biological species - the Very Polite Talkative Border Guard. - Good day, may I have a scan of your biofield... Sure, go ahead, even an imprint of my left hind leg, just let's get the formalities over with faster. - You are X24, Biological Code 453A, Intelligence Index 12? - Yeah. - Are you going to work in Los Angeles as a biological in

ЕАЕкатерина АлександровскаяCatherine88 · 19 de fev. de 2010Ler

- Good evening. - … - Good evening!! The red-haired specimen sitting opposite me was staring dreamily out the window, completely ignoring the valuable client. Finally something clicked in her brain (or maybe I imagined it), the lady turned, glanced at the eyepiece, let out an embarrassed "oik" and switched on the translator. - Oh, sorry, I didn't notice you right away. You see, I don't work here… We get it. You're just looking out the window. - That is, I don't work at all. It's still nice to receive a benefit just for being Especially Smart of the 8th degree. I'm passing through from Melbourne to Brussels, with a transfer in Nizhnevartovsk, traveling, thinking, I want to get the next degree. And I came into IEC out of old habit, I myself once traveled through them on Work&Travel. Back when I was studying at the foreign language institute. Back when it still existed. So, a long time ago. Language institutes and the like were abolished about 10 years ago, when the translator was invented (Multilingual Inter-species and Inter-race All-frequency Mind-Translator, a small useful little box). Meanwhile the redhead kept chattering: - …from the window there's such a wonderful view of the Essence of Being… I just popped in, thought I'd chat with former colleagues, forgot today is a day off, but if you have questions, I'll gladly answer… A day off. And I was wondering where everyone had gone? Although how should I know, in my life I never had a calendar or such days off. - What a lovely dog you have! - That's Bill. - Nice to meet you. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, Katerina. And you are participant number… may I have your details? Aha, X24, Biological Code 453A, Index of Intelligence 12. Any questions about the Work&Travel program? Ask, don't be shy. - Actually my flight is tomorrow. And I'm still hesitating where to go: Los Angeles or Alaska… - Why do you need that Alaska? Only the mosquitoes are happy there. You want to go where there are more people, right? - I don't want to. I have to. - You have an excellent job offer, you'll be promoting science… - I will. And I'm also afraid of getting fat. It's that kind of job, food all around, constant temptations, fast food… - Don't worry, you'll have enough physical activity. And besides, you're going there not to eat, but to work, and for new impressions, of course. - Not for the money. Money didn't really worry me at all, and the chance to see the world was unique, maybe the only one in my life. Ten years ago would they have let me abroad? Only illegally, and that's dangerous, the life of an illegal is worth nothing. On the infamous Alaska, where the mosquitoes are, two of my fellow-countrywomen were recently squashed, just like that, for no reason. And I'm going with honor, having a microchip implanted that emits an ultrasonic (or some kind of) signal, so everyone around knows: I'm a Work&Travel-2029 participant and moreover a Citizen of the World, don't be rude and don't touch. - Do you know the rules of conduct? I mouthed by rote: - Always go everywhere with companions, hand over acquired samples to the employer on time, do not disclose commercial secrets, do not be rude, do not spit, do not jump around like a madwoman... The last items I was bad at. - And most importantly: don't lose the microchip with your personal data! - Lose it, how could I. It's implanted in the neck solidly. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At the airport I met a new, God knows how mutated, biological species - the Very Polite Talkative Border Guard. - Good day, may I take a picture of your biofield… By all means, even an imprint of the left hind paw, just let's finish the formalities faster. - You are X24, Biological Code 453A, Index of Intelligence 12? - Yep. - Are you going to work in Los Angeles collecting biological information? - Uh-huh. - Lovely! Is the dog coming with you into the cabin? - This is Bill. My guide. Trained, sort of… The dog gav