NEONOO, or PARADISE IN THE NOOSPHERE

«No communication?»

«Yes. Each is by itself. We can only communicate with contemporaries. But with each other we have already talked so much, that sick of one thought to speak again. Therefore, we try to stay well away from each other. And what: there is enough space.»

I «wrinkle» my missing forehead and «wonder by missing eyebrows».

«Only with contemporaries? These are the „rules of the game“ or not a unifying beginning?»

The guy respectfully «looks» at me.

«And you, sir, I suppose, here recently?»

Well, this is a completely different thing: «Sir»! I feel that I approve.

«I just arrived.»

«You are welcome. How are you settled?»

I «grin»: lo, you – and the fifteenth century!»

«Yes… here…»

And I «wrap my arms around» nothing.

«Not bad!» Counterpart «nodding» approvingly.

«That’s it!» I am not approvingly reacting. «That’s in another sense: there is nothing! Do you understand?»

The guy suddenly «smirks».

«Do I look like a brainless ram?»

It’s «heard» something native in its intonations, something from the «edges of native aspens».

«Where did you come from, buddy? Well, where are you from?»

«Florence, senor.»

«After the plague?»

«In the eye» of the interlocutor I easily read respectful amazement. I consider it possible to give «face» a small portion of indulgence.

«I read „The Decameron“ of Boccaccio – and more than once.»

Attitudes towards me immediately change: I feel it even missing skin. Now vis-à-vis breathes me one sympathy.

«Where are you from, senor?»

«Russia.»

The guy «does not turn on».

«Muscovy!» I «raise» the «historical archives». «Hyperborea. North.»

«Oh!»

«What does this „oh“ mean?»

Unlike the counterpart, I turn on immediately: something is not right.

«Oh, if you want to say that only heard, but no one have not seen… well, none of my countrymen?!»

Vis-a-vis confusedly «shakes shoulders».

«Senor probably forgot, that I am from the fifteenth century…»

«Oh, yeah!» I calm down: glory… well, okay: God, that I, too, just «did not turn on». «So, nothing is lost yet… if only because nothing has been found… And who were you in your world?»

«Alchemist, senor.»

«My respect!» I’m not lying too much. «Looking for a „philosopher’s stone“?»

«I was looking for.»

«And what is the result? What do you „found on the way“?»

The guy «smiles shyly».

«Nice to meet such an educated senor. I report: „on the way“, I „found“ nitric and sulfuric acids, and learned how to make stainless steel.»

«So all this is you?!» I do not stint on the «cry» of approval.

The alchemist once again works in the mode of «hesitate».

«Well, let’s say this: I also had a hand…»

«My respect!» I once again return to the alchemist, this time – for two qualities in bulk: for creative input and modesty. «It will fit in the household!»

«And who were you in earthly life, senor?» alchemist «translates arrows».

«I was in part of the laws.»

«Oh! And which ones? Roman law, perhaps? Habeas corpus?»

«No, I was an investigator.»

The guy «changes in the face».

«Is not of the Holy Inquisition?!»