Sergey Soloukh. Seven Hundred Million

Seven Hundred Million
Sergey Soloukh

Publication date: January 3, 2002

How long is long,
And how far is far?

Vernon Green

The prospect of cloning is awe-inspiring. And wings, and tailbones, and other visible and invisible parts of the body. But, to be honest, it was a very ordinary incident - the chromosome set was mirrored. Mother Nature is so good at doing this that she doesn’t even notice. He makes twins, triplets, and quintuplets for himself, easily and simply, on sheep without even thinking about training and warming up. Immediately he sculpts namesakes, batches of sisters and brothers.

But that’s just how the devil man works. He always feels like he is in the arena with the Creator himself. He needs to pinch the Old Man. Show the Almighty that he, a mortal, is also not a fool. Can make steam from stone.

Stupid thing to do. Firstly, it will certainly fly into the corner, since they already put it in the corner last time, and secondly, it still won’t work out better than the Creator. After all, he walks around in successive geological epochs with his sleeves rolled up. And competing with a champion only makes the archangels laugh.

If you strike the imagination, then with something truly unprecedented, unheard of, like Hans Christian Andersen. A fairy tale. Certainly. What is unique and exclusive to humans? The ability to dream, to daydream. Up there, everything is simple, I wanted it, I fixed it. And here is the languor of the spirit, the excitement of the heart. Life. That's why a good illusion is worth a lot. The illusion of returned time is generally priceless.

However, in the finite, head-to-toe deterministic Internet, as it turned out, even the unimaginable, inconceivable and impossible has its own completely finite limit, volume and weight, in short, a numerical expression. 1 googol. One with a hundred zeros, if anyone doesn’t know.

Since December 11, 2001, this astral spectacled snake has been describing a miracle with the name - Time Back! Yes! It turns out that in the mechanism of the Spasskaya Tower chimes, in the secret depths of Big Ben, there are not only the first morning, second bus, third afternoon and fourth night programs. There is also a reverse direction! Fantastic! You can slow down in 2001 and park between ninety-second and ninety-third. It turns out that the traffic police does not prohibit such a maneuver.

How so? Yes, it’s very simple: the tireless men from Google Inc. restored and indexed archives of USENET conferences from May 12, 1981 to the current day. Found. Seven hundred million messages, even dejanews.com, blessed memory, could not offer this. Didn't save it. In 1993, or even 1995, I often lowered my eyes in shame, involuntarily picked my nose, scratched my turnips. Now 1 googol of letters with sand can rustle in any direction of the glass neck.

What did the unforgettable Dima Vulis bring to soc.culture.soviet for the first time? With posting about Okudzhava. 1991-04-06. 03.03 PST. He muttered something in a thread about Berkeley libraries. Well, our frantic, tomorrow-lemon Evariste Galois, began his public life a year later with a short remark about Kuryokhin. Here's the conclusion. Music unites. Ballet "The Nutcracker".

Miracle. It turns out the Internet is a lizard. The tail, crushed by the technological heel, grows back. Beautiful, delicious, like a carrot.

But I was sure, I wrote that network time is like sausage. When she is eaten, nothing remains, not even a smile.

Wrong? Of course not. The monitor lizard will die anyway. The Supreme does not change plans. What will remain is a coal bas-relief, a hydrocarbon skeleton in the depths of Siberian ores. Dry the underwear over the stove, since the sun, the red dying giant, no longer shines and does not warm.

But, thank God, this is another googol of sand ahead.

In the meantime, there is more than one elevating deception, a glorious lie, a fairy tale without any hint. Lovely.

The machine of Linus Benedict Torvalds in one thousand nine hundred and ninety-one, another operating system for the 386 architecture in the pregnant year, was called KLAAVA!

torvalds@klaava.Helsinki.FI

Kakhovka. Our girl is in a Thomson-and-Richie overcoat. This is her victory. Her, one hundred-button, above an ax that cuts everything out! And forever.