Back then I was just a little dead girl, and I didn’t understand whom I could frighten. Yet people shied away from me and threw TV remotes at the screen. Shards flew, like this… — making several passes, whole myriads of glittering fragments spun through the air, flashing and shimmering.
— Empty, like me myself. — the girl commented dryly, and the little shards understood her anger and hurriedly vanished from sight. All of them in a flock flew outside, settled on roadside trees and began chirping, bitterly realizing that she was right. They would never become not only birds, but anything Real at all.
— What is she talking about? — You asked, stopping and sitting down on a seat. — Are these words, or their shells?
— It seems she appeared here not by chance, — I thought aloud. — For some reason slow steps led her onto this surface.
— First of all, I am O.G. That’s my name.
And you’re exactly the same, if not worse, than those who just fluttered away from here. — O.G. shook her head reproachfully, adjusting it at the same time, because the skull had slid slightly to the side. — I don’t want to know your names in principle, because you are simply You. And that’s the worst thing in this situation. The only plus of the fact that I suddenly started aging while being dead is that I’ve begun to understand interlocutors.
— Thank you for your help, and this ride is getting better and better! — the driver sang in a high falsetto, and his speech was cut off by the sounds of gunfire.
The shooting came from all sides, and the slowly moving bus, deprived of protection in the form of a frame, took the full blow. Rounds pierced the seat upholstery, struck the steel walls, and one almost pierced O.G., passing only an inch from her.
— That inch could next time become a point under the eyelid. And since I’m now capable of aging, I might be able to sink into final nonbeing. And that’s a so-so prospect. — the girl wailed hysterically. — Let me take a look at what you’ve got on your elbow.
Grabbing the bewildered I sharply, she plunged one hand into the river spread at that spot. Her arm almost drowned the little vessel. Realizing she could enter there entirely, O.G. accurately hurled the teddy bear and hit the boat straight on. Then she jumped in herself, slowing the fall with a parachute formed by her nightgown.
Late autumn greeted the girl with streams of decayed leaves and icy wind. The guest of this body of water quickly slid a hand under the boat, pulled out a raincoat, and hunched up, preparing for a long journey.
Exchanging glances, I and You asked one question at the same time:
— Is all this because of those glittering projectiles?
They had to be stopped, because the driver was distracted by them and couldn’t properly turn the wheel, since he had to persuade them to sit down on the passenger seats. And not all bullets agreed. Some were already conspiring, unwilling to become peaceful and indifferent.
They had to act together. The route must not be interrupted. I and You understood this perfectly, because their own sole purpose was travel without a purpose.
The rounds, however, had one. Otherwise why would they latch onto an innocent bus?!
Jumping off directly while in motion and becoming two echoes of former consciousnesses, the Thoughts curled into a tight funnel. After that they rushed straight at the Uzis and revolvers flying along both sides and firing tirelessly. They needed to be delayed, although they clearly outpaced the Thoughts in speed.
The second Thought, which sometimes called itself You, managed to cover a hesitating weapon and it was drawn straight into it. Now a cast of a submachine gun with a bent bolt was forever imprinted on the misty silhouette. And the First decided to play tag, and the weapons, seeing the fate of their comrade, eagerly accepted the rules of the game.
They coordinated, clustered together, and began flying off in an unknown direction. At this flight pace, the dark city turned into one continuous juicy blot, which now very much resembled the Thoughts. They focused on catching up with the disturbers of peace, talking on the fly:
“There are flaws in their construction?”
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and then Add to home screen.