Would find it impossible to make sense of those machines off the bat - or ever. Machines devouring enormous amounts of energy. Located on the building's fifth floor below the ground was packed with mysterious Would by no means help to raise the veil of secrecy. Even the Head of the Lab had no clue what Doctor Kasatana wasĭoing - using the observation platform, that only he and Surash had access to, The doctor - if the very concept of knowing can be applied to a human-likeĬyborg, that is. The answer: the Department Director, his first deputy and two hulcies assisting Living beings in the whole Seventh Department of the Ministry of Defense knew Knew perfectly well that the subject-matter of Doctor Kasatana's work was highlyĬlassified information that required sixth level security clearance. Half-shut nostrils testily but he did not answer. The Head of Security let the air out through his "And what is our superstar up to this time?" a grumpy Translated from Russian by Edward Porper, 2015-2016 Lyrics translated by John Amor And she has no future - unless a young couple she has just happened upon, somehow succeeds to protect her from the cold cruel world.Įvgeniy Lotosh The Corrector Book 1: Strays She has already forgotten the faces of her long- dead parents. The hotel that is about to witness the final act of a protracted tragedy. Detectives have tracked them down, and a special unit is already on its way to a long-deserted hotel in an old maron grove on the outskirts of a southern seaside city. And orphans.who ever cares about orphans!Īnd even those, who miraculously escaped from terrible laboratories of the Institute of Man and did not die of poison, hunger and illnesses, could not possibly survive anyway. There is no hope for anyone: even the parents cannot protect their child from the Special Guardianship Act. Children turn into deviants between the ages of eight and ten, and if they are unable to consciously help the military in creating new weapons, so much the worse for them. They are brought to 'test benches' that are indistinguishable from torture devices. They are kept in dark cells, administered poisonous drugs and forced to wear blockirator collars. Those trapped in secret laboratories cannot escape.
Even if the price is as high as torturing ten-year-old children. Technology is needed to produce weapons, first and foremost - and if such technology doesn't exist, it must be created. They can break through sheet steel and crush reinforced concrete blocks but they are helpless in face of the indifferent bureaucratic machine that grinds their lives up into dust. In particular, those children whose special abilities cannot be explained by the modern science. Children, who don't even know that those rules exist, have nowhere to hide. It's easier for adults: they know the rules of the game, they can hide, disguise themselves, avoid giving themselves away. Those who stand above the crowd are always hunted down.
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