The world was made of dust and sand… Nothing was there, only Powerful forces were able to make a whole world out of emptiness, darkness, dust and sand. But there will come a time when the world will again be shrouded only in dust and sand, and shroud in darkness…
If there is a world, then there are small worlds in it. Let it be Universes. Universes, but not the ones that a person sees. Only two universes were created from dust and sand by Powerful forces – ours and the empty one. A universe of Everything and a universe of Nothing.
The universe of Nothing was still dark, but there was no sand or dust. There was everything in the Universe of Everything – the lands and the civilizations on them. But how will all these civilizations, considering themselves intelligent, manage their possessions?
Memories of a lost civilization
From the cold villages,
Where the frost froze on their faces,
Where the sun looked out from under my feet
On God-forsaken children.
Where the sky was full at night
By the light of the moon and the points of the stars,
Where are the birds above us?
Going on a long flight.
The land was divided between the clans a hundred years ago. For a hundred years, the clans have kept us on their borders, encouraging those who kill strangers and killing those who flee. The clans used the methods of force, saying that they wanted peace and prosperity. Their peace and prosperity was always followed by deception, which led to even more blood. Honest people who considered it the meaning of their lives to devote themselves to her work, left behind resources and knowledge that were disposed of by those in whose hands the Arkady automatons turned out to be. They often justified their internecine wars by law, invented them on the go, and covered their vices with a large curtain of "grandeur". So clans became empires…
– Grandfather, I'm going to the city!
"To the vegetable garden?" Grandpa adjusted his glasses and looked at his grandson. The grandson was all packed up and ready to go. "Ah, so you're going to town. What is there in the city that is not here? Well…
– There are people, there is development, civilization…
"What a civilization it is. Civilization is long gone. This is so, its remnants and no more. What came after… And what happened before…
– Yes, grandfather, you told me about the World Union… – the grandson lowered his eyes and said it with as sad an intonation as possible.
"All right, all right, go.
Sasha hugged his grandfather goodbye and, picking up all his things from the floor, set off. He had to walk to the train station and catch a train, then go to the city of Branches. Vetka is a fairly large city, but it's a pity that it's still not the capital and close… Since childhood, Sasha has been looking at the capital of the Chariot from pictures and photographs, dreaming that one day he will definitely be there, an accomplished and successful person, and besides, a professional in his field.
Honestly, Sasha would give anything to ever see, or live, or visit, that very World Union. Once there was a time when all these people, who today shoot off each other's limbs and threaten to destroy them, were friends with each other, went to each other's homes and all worked together for the benefit of a great common goal. They say that if the World Union still existed, Sasha would have received housing in the city simply by right of his service… After all, he is the secretary of a very serious city official. And maybe someday, he'll move to the capital of their Chariot.
The Chariot Republic came into being as a breakaway from the World Union when the Chariot rulers decided that they didn't need anyone and could build a great life within their own state. All the other republics were infected with it: some earlier than ours, some later. It probably didn't start with the Chariot. It is worth saying that the situation that arose, as a result, had very deplorable consequences…
When the people came to their senses, people were sent to slaughter against each other, since according to the documents they were already considered citizens of different states. People did not even have time to look around, as for them the norm was war with those whom they had recently considered neighbors. And all for the sake of using the resources located there, already "abroad", the rulers of their republic build themselves more and more new property.
Of course, for such a position in the Chariot was not loved. And especially when the secretary of an official has such a position, it is definitely worth keeping silent, and preferably in the biggest rag of all rags. But as long as there is peace, as long as everything is good, the statement of such a radical position is unnecessary-simply unnecessary.
The republic was thriving, it was alive, and additional instability could only create an even greater shock force of separatism and more and more disconnections would go on. By the way, even there, on the borders, there are now clashes with the troops of the Human Chariot Police and the separatist Order. Do the latter want even more blood? Wasn't all that spilled enough for them? And how they are believed by all those who are ready to take up arms to defend a small piece of land, which will then be completely appropriated by alien, incomprehensible and excessively cruel clan members…
