A story that can be read twice.
I apologize if I publish more than once, I also cannot find the author, but the story is not mine at all.
“First,” said the commander of the upper wing of the reserve front. “First satellite ...”
A small silver ball with four horn antennas was floating on the screen. An unpleasant, sharp "beep-beep-beep" pounded on the auditory membrane. The commander winced, and with a slight movement of the tentacle he weakened the sound. Repeated, accompanying his words with emotional play of the lumbar crest.
- The first satellite. What is further projected?
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“In three or four years, they will launch a living person into space,” the futurologist said sadly.
- Living organism?
- No, they will start the organism much faster. But after three or four years - a man.
- Unsuccessful? Forever?
- Oddly enough - no. Most likely, the person will return.
“Next,” the commander gathered the crest into folds.
“In ten or twelve years they will reach the moon,” the futurologist continued. “In twenty-twenty-five, their settlements will be on the moon.” We need to start evacuating the station now. Fifty years later, there will be long-term settlements on the Moon, a scientific settlement on Mars, and the first expedition of earthlings will reach Jupiter.
“So it’s time to turn off the atmospheric plants,” said the commander.
“There is no way out,” the futurologist sighed. “We cannot attack them ... you know, Kwans were unequivocally speaking ... no violence, no slowing down of technology ... To give an order to shut down the plants?”
The commander peered into the far corner of the cabin, where the iridescent glow — the Kwan observation module — flickered. The ancient super-civilization really will not allow to destroy this primitive race ... But ...
“We won't slow anything down,” the commander allowed himself a smile. - How can ... On the contrary, we will help them. Futurologist, open the red safe in the repository of artifacts of dead civilizations. Here are the keys ... - he threw several fancifully curved rods to the futurologist. - In the safe find the description of personal computers and electronic networks. And pass - dosed, gradually, information on computers and networks to people. Let them develop!
The futurologist shuddered and, in horror, collapsed on the bulky cabinet of the arithmetic calculator. There was a breathing bag on his neck.
- Then ... then I will not give the order to curtail the plants ... - futurologist whispered.
“Of course,” the commander nodded. - And do not look at me like that! Yes, I understand that this is cruel. But we have no other choice.
And the first satellite sailed over the planet Earth and with its bold beep beep announced the dawn of a short space age of humanity ...
PS I do not have any unhealthy concerns about the fact that someone controls us, but I want to urge you to remember that while developing in a certain direction, humanity gains something and loses something in comparison with other directions.
“First,” said the commander of the upper wing of the reserve front. “First satellite ...”
A small silver ball with four horn antennas was floating on the screen. An unpleasant, sharp "beep-beep-beep" pounded on the auditory membrane. The commander winced, and with a slight movement of the tentacle he weakened the sound. Repeated, accompanying his words with emotional play of the lumbar crest.
- The first satellite. What is further projected?
')
“In three or four years, they will launch a living person into space,” the futurologist said sadly.
- Living organism?
- No, they will start the organism much faster. But after three or four years - a man.
- Unsuccessful? Forever?
- Oddly enough - no. Most likely, the person will return.
“Next,” the commander gathered the crest into folds.
“In ten or twelve years they will reach the moon,” the futurologist continued. “In twenty-twenty-five, their settlements will be on the moon.” We need to start evacuating the station now. Fifty years later, there will be long-term settlements on the Moon, a scientific settlement on Mars, and the first expedition of earthlings will reach Jupiter.
“So it’s time to turn off the atmospheric plants,” said the commander.
“There is no way out,” the futurologist sighed. “We cannot attack them ... you know, Kwans were unequivocally speaking ... no violence, no slowing down of technology ... To give an order to shut down the plants?”
The commander peered into the far corner of the cabin, where the iridescent glow — the Kwan observation module — flickered. The ancient super-civilization really will not allow to destroy this primitive race ... But ...
“We won't slow anything down,” the commander allowed himself a smile. - How can ... On the contrary, we will help them. Futurologist, open the red safe in the repository of artifacts of dead civilizations. Here are the keys ... - he threw several fancifully curved rods to the futurologist. - In the safe find the description of personal computers and electronic networks. And pass - dosed, gradually, information on computers and networks to people. Let them develop!
The futurologist shuddered and, in horror, collapsed on the bulky cabinet of the arithmetic calculator. There was a breathing bag on his neck.
- Then ... then I will not give the order to curtail the plants ... - futurologist whispered.
“Of course,” the commander nodded. - And do not look at me like that! Yes, I understand that this is cruel. But we have no other choice.
And the first satellite sailed over the planet Earth and with its bold beep beep announced the dawn of a short space age of humanity ...
PS I do not have any unhealthy concerns about the fact that someone controls us, but I want to urge you to remember that while developing in a certain direction, humanity gains something and loses something in comparison with other directions.
Source: https://habr.com/ru/post/20747/
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