The World of Multicellular
Oleg Seriy
Translator Anna Belokonova
Editor Liudmila Seraya
Proofreader Avrora
Cover designer MaRiCaBo
© Oleg Seriy, 2018
© Anna Belokonova, translation, 2018
© MaRiCaBo, cover design, 2018
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THE WORLD OF MULTICELLULAR
by MaRiCaBo without Oleg Seriy
published by PROEKT EDEM with the help of Ridero
© Copyright 2011 MaRiCaBo without Oleg Seriy
Translated by: Anna Belokonova
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Content
Start!
Sphere 1. Cuckoo! Im here!
Sphere 2. Space apple
Sphere 3. Bloody hell!
Sphere 4. In searchof the lost happiness
Sphere 5. Im goingto get you
Sphere 6. Lucifers adventures
Start!
This is a brutal fairytale created by Brute who dwells in one of the ghettoes of the Universe. But you will not meet him in this incredible book. The place where he lives is unavailable for common people. Only gods can find him. A lot of unicellular pass Brute every day without even noticing him. To find him and to get to know him better that is what Multicellular Gods can do. And they do it.
«When everyone start talking about peace and safety, that will be their end».
Michel Nostradamus
«What are you talking about, mate? On the UN website the words «Peace and Safety are written right on the home page, under the logo! (See www.un.org/en) Their days are numbered».
Oleg Seriy
«I wrote two and a half million symbols of reasonable or rather unreasonable text in order to create this book, this fairytale There is one big advantage of fairytales they present all the characters in their real appearance, without any masks and pretences. Our splendid world is also a fairytale».
Written by MaRiCaBo (not featuring Oleg Seriy).
The creatures die but the stories live forever. And this is one of those everlasting stories
It commenced the day we were in session, though without mandates, in the Diamond Restaurant&Casino. By the way, they still havent paid me for advertising. In fact, everything was a bit different as one of us yet had a mandate, but lets forget about it. My name was the Devil but the friends called me Lucifer. Very often they even didnt have to invite me I usedto come of my own accord. The idea is that I am an Angel of Light who has become a Satan. The idea is that I am already here, down on the Earth.
And there was her, sitting opposite me. They called her She-Wolf. That wasnt her real name, actually; she just didnt want me to mention it in this book. But deep inside she is a Lonely She-Wolf. And as this is a fairytale, she will also be presented in her real appearance. Like all the others. Without masks, without any farce and showing off. She made a very beautiful flower of napkins for me. Can you imagine? Of napkins. Lovely red and white napkins But still it was so beautiful That flower made me lose my head completely though the others thought that it was perfectly safe on its usual place. It was a new papier-mâché illusion. Everybody said that it was the most beautiful flower she had ever made before. Panther who was sitting next to us sprayed it with her perfume. What a lovely scent it was! She-Wolf just appeared from under the table. She had stopped doing her dirty business. I stopped trembling with orgasm too.
That evening and that night are now far backin the past but the flower still exists in my present. It hasnt learned to travel through time. And it stayed here And along with it stayed all those wonderful recollections. In the present. Here and now Its maddening scent The flower is lying now in front of me on the table That day I told She-Wolf she would find herself in the World of Multicellular. And it happened so. It is much betterto be here and now than in the World of Unicellular that existed before. By the way, have I mentioned how I called the flower? Niversace! And it doesnt matter that you will not find about it anymore in this foolish book. Did I say «foolish»? Well, in a good sense of the word, providing of course that «the good sense» is an appropriate expression here.
Sphere 1. Cuckoo! Im here!
I am a dreamer and this world has been createdby my imagination. This world is mine Its technical name is «The World 2» but its real name is «The World of Multicellular». It is not exactly the world my readers expected to see after having read about the World of Unicellular. Or rather, it is completely different. It is the World of Multicellular in the World of Unicellular, thats what it is!
«If you reckon that I close the window to prevent the chill, you are mistaken. I do it because I dont want a Leprechaun to fly into What? Leprechauns dont fly? Are you sure?»
MaRiCaBo
This is the kindest book in the Universe. And my kindness is not easy to deserve. I congratulate you on this holiday the Eternal Kingdom of Eden.
Yours sincerely, MaRiCaBo.
But let us continue. Usually people use a hairdryer for drying their hair. But I instead use my hair to dry a hairdryer. And indeed, I dont have a hairdryer anymore. I even dont exist anymore. I am a hairdryer myself. And Im hair myself. Moreover, Im a hologram, like you.
With such a thought, I leaned back on the Gods chair in order to settle myself more comfortably in front of the hall full of TV sets, to backwind the reality like a tape andto watch my life once again. First of all I pressed rewind button and went to have sex which is not at all worse than the usual one when you use a virtual mask. Anyway, I tried to convince myself in it. It was my last resort.
The fact is that the brain is utterly indifferent to whether it happens in real life or in virtual one. It doesnt matter. All these things just happen and thats enough. Naturally, if I had a girlfriend I would have slept with her, but she was not there. She left me and went for vacations. I wrote about her in another book
And then I returned to my chair and pressed the «play» button. Play As if it was a sort of game Some people lose it and they dont even notice their defeat And I I want to win this game!