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- >The portal shimmers before you.
- >You feel how uncertainty starts to build up inside you again.
- >You look around, but all you see is a grassy field and your "escort". Because you fellow human escort remained far away, beyond the guard perimeter set by the aliens.
- >Angular four-legged silhouettes look kinda like the BigDog -- money-laundering scam project by the Boston Dynamics.
- >Difference is these are clearly finished, armored and adorned with some futuristic guns and rocket pods.
- >Polarized visors make any guesses about their attitude a futile exercise.
- >You gulp nervously and take a step towards the portal. With a hesitation you touch it's surface, that reminds you of a mercury.
- >Enigmatic piece of technology didn't give you any time to even say "Hey!"
- >World around you becomes still like a frame. There is no wind, no sound, no emotion. And then everything around you shatters like a mirror just to be replaced by a completely different view in instant.
- >You find yourself in a grand and spacious Greek-looking hallway. Decorated with the kind of flashiness one would expect from an old European royal palaces.
- >Right in front of a huge gilded door.
- >You wonder, if the fucking aliens killed you and this is the Heaven.
- >Then you remember 1/5 of the shit you ever have done. Remember that you didn't believe in the Heaven since the elementary school and smile.
- >Of course you are alive! It must've been teleportation or some similar fuckery.
- "OK, where are those Gray Men? Let's find out what are they want from us!"
- >You say, mainly to hear your own voice and slightly boost a confidence.
- >Your confidence rises a little but begins to falter again, when the door begins to open before you.
- >You walk in and then...
- >You freeze, speechless.
- >There are no Grey Men. In the luxurious chamber, on an elevation, among the purple pillows resides a horse-like creature. Somehow you feel, sense, know right away that this is a She. Her pristine white coat gleams as if reflecting the rays of the Sun.
- >Her face, formed largely by the long elegant muzzle, is expressive and beautiful. Her moving ears turned at you.
- >Gracefully and deliberately slow she rises up on all her four legs. Despite being statuesque she is eveidently strong and fit.
- >You gasp, as her multicolored mane and tail begin to flutter by themselves. It's like watching an aurora borealis.
- >Distraught, you take a step back. She doesn't move, but just looks at you with her large magenta eyes. She smiles.
- >Immediately you feel something like a gentle breeze. It brings a wonderful, cozy feeling. Like a feeling of warm Sunday morning in the spring. Almost for real you can smell the blossoming flowers and trees. Feel freshness of the morning dew.
- >Absolutely devastated you kneel before her. You expected to see a monster. A boogeyman. Well, maybe an eldritch horror. Not this majestic beauty.
- "Greetings, Mr. Anonymous!"
- >Oh, damn! It's like a music!
- "Why, thank you for the compliment!"
- >Wait, what? You didn't say this aloud, did you? Also, you hear her loud and clear, but her mouth is closed and lips are unmoving.
- "I do not know your language to speak it verbally. "
- >Fear creeps through induced feeling of complete comfort.
- "Oh, so you are speaking in my head?"
- "You can put it like this."
- >Great, so it's like Vulcans? Or Asari from this Mass Affect or something?
- "Let's say, that being an alicorn I have ways to circumvent this little problem"
- >Fuck, she hears my thoughts!
- "Well, so you are representative of these strange aliens? Ones that have their huge space battleship-thing above the D.C.?
- "Yes I am, and yes I am. But never mind the ship. It's just, as your seafaring navy would call it, a corvette."
- "Right, so would you possible want to start a negotiations? Electorate- I mean citizens getting rather antsy about the corvette. When do you want to begin it? We need to assemble a Commis-
- "Now."
- >Says the Queen of Aliens.
- >You run through a meadow kicking a ball. You laugh.
- "Anon, it's time to eat!"
- "But granma!"
- "Come! I made your favorite pie!"
- >Prospect of a pie makes you to abandon the game. You run towards others, who gathered besides the house.
- >You get immediate pat on the head from your grandfather. His hand is powerful but gentle.
- >Your mother and grandmother hug you. You feel their warmth. You can smell familiar soothing aroma of a grandmother's perfume...
- >You feel tears running down your cheeks. It's so real, awfully real. Except for a fact that they are all dead. For many years already.
- >Scene changes.
- >You sit in your room in front of a TV, controller in your hand.
- >Your friend huffs and trows his joystick on the floor.
- "This is fucking bullshit! Where did this fucker came from?!"
- "Yeah, dude. Fucking wretches. "
- >You agree.
- "It's hard to saw them on Insane. Wanna drop the difficulty?"
- >He smiles savagely.
- "No way in hell, Anon!"
- "Take a shotgun this time."
- "But I like my chainsaw!"
- >Checkpoint loads again.
- >You proceed to shoot, saw and blow up ugly evil aliens. Together. Shoulder by shoulder.
- >It's a wonderful feeling of having somebody you can rely on. Somebody you can share your passion, your joys and sorrows.
- >You sweep down some tears from your face.
- >You haven't feel this in ages. Not since you've began your political carrier at least. Or maybe even longer.
- >You find yourself again in the chamber of the Alien Queen.
- >You are sitting on a floor, on a fuzzy carpet. Majestic entity herself lies along with you. Hugging you with her enormous, fluffy swan-like white wing.
- >Yeah. A wing on a horse from an outer space.
- "I am sorry."
- >She says silently.
- "I wanted to discern either you know what a friendship, a love, a harmony feel like. To make you remember..."
- "It was so fucking real!"
- >You answer wordlessly.
- "It is real. It's still exists inside you. And I can make it became physical. I can make you and your people remember how to live in harmony and friendship. With themselves, with others, with the Universe! I can teach them."
- "But why? Why would you do this? We just a bunch of underdeveloped savages compared to you!"
- "Why?"
- >She paused.
- "Because it'll bring me pleasure."
- >You answer nothing. Instead you just make yourself comfortable in a warm feathery embrace.
- >You forgot to ask right away, what's the alicorn. But now you don't want. Now you are pretty sure that Alicorn means God. Or, more perciesly, Goddess.
- ***
- >You sit by the table in a large conference room.
- >Hundreds of cameras pointed at you.
- "Mr. Presedent! What can you say about the ongoing reform of the FRS?
- "I would say that it's a long overdue necessity. And I'm glad that our Teachers provide us with their extensive knowledge during it's optimization!"
- "President Anonymous, how would you comment the state of country's intelligence and counter intelligence agencies?"
- "It was a truly horrifying that we've lost so many valuable professionals and good citizens in a recent government plane crash. But I assure you that new director of CIA and heads of other agencies are perfectly fit for their roles. Advisors provided by the Teachers also hold them in a high regard!"
- "Mr. President! Recently USA voted in favor of inclusion Teacher's representative into the UNSC with an advisory vote..."
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