The Makers

"And this policy is rooted in the fears."

"But for billions of years, fears had been helping the living beings to survive," the guest spread his hands. "Yes, people are afraid, but their fear, in principle, is quite justified..."

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Ano samozrejme* - Sure. (Czech)

34. 2330th year. Lukasz.

Good heavens, Lukasz thought, sitting with closed eyes on the floor near the endless white wall, what kind of wrong things I did in the past that it now should be balanced with what is happening now?

You're afraid, the creature next to him was silently surprised, breathe, breathe, you just don't like to play, it's strange that they left you.

Yes, agreed Lukasz, obediently exhaling spicy smell of pine needles, I'm afraid.

The creature lifted up the yellow palms from the floor, went around the maker, easily shook itself up, like a wet puppy shakes, and a young copy of Alice knelt down in front of Lukasz.

"Well, Lukasz," she said, holding his gray head in her arms. "Does anyone want to offend you?"

"We, humans, are designed by the evolution to know how to gnaw ourselves from the inside."

"You are not a human," the girl shook her head. "What's bothering you?"

"Possibilities and impossibilities."

Lukasz opened his eyes, and there was so much pain in his glance that the creature recoiled in horror.

Show me your possibilities, it said silently, when its excitement subsided, and if you can, then impossibility too.

Lukasz slightly moved his hand, and the reality wavered submissively, responding: the Earth blinked in a half-second blackout, somewhere far away, in Prague, the girl named Aia and the android named Benji exchanged glances, thinking each his or her own thoughts, the DII brothers shivered simultaneously as one enormous creature, and grinned with a broad orca muzzle Robert swimming under the water on Alfa.

I got it, seriously nodded the creature in front of Lukasz, and how about impossibility?

"Impossibility..." Lukasz grinned bitterly. "Look."

He touched the creature with the hand - not his own, but the yellow and long - and from this hand a wave of change swept over him.

"Who am I?" a few seconds later the yellow creature said to the girl in front of him. Lukasz's clothes absurdly bagged on him.

"Ffoall Hhoffall ..." she gasped.

"No," Lukasz shook his big-eyed head. "No. And even shared memory won't turn me into him. And your love won't turn."

"Won't turn..."

"This is impossibility."