Definition : Leecher – a creative personality, unsatisfied with harsh surroundings; actively appropriating, transforming and consuming another’s content.
To struggle, to search, to find ... download ! (Leecher’s motto)
I’ll download entire Internet. (Basic Leecher’s error)
Who’ll download more in n-th time. (Leechers favorite gambling)
Whose channel is thicker. (Basic way of d***s comparison among Leechers)
Traffic seasickness. (Leecher’s professional disease)
Modem. (The most widespread curse among Leechers)
Proxy-server. (A mythical being, allowing Leecher to become invisible for his enemy Sysadmin)
Anonymous proxy-server. (Ancient and powerful monster, feeding on traffic. Hides a Leecher not only from Sysadmin, but from Sysop as well. Only Higher Leecher are able to befriend him)
Proxy-server of secret services. (Disgusting and mean being, capable to take the form of normal proxy-server. As a rule, after long intercourses with him, a child, named ‘order to visit the militia’ is born).
“We’ll flow all net with our packets ...
We’ll flow it to the foundation ...
We’ll build a new one from the brackets
And will be happy from creation !”
(Patriotic Leechers song of the middle of the last century)
“Go to ... coaxial !” (Disputes of Leechers, who did not manage to out-argue the opponent, usually end like so).
“You are not a router for me here !” (Leecher’s slang word, translatable approximately like “You are not my mentor !”)
“Ye netcard’s cable is still not clenched !” (Really untranslatable word combination, which represents a demonstration of one’s Leecher superiority over another. Approximate possible translation is : “Your milk on ye lips has not even dried up”).
To Load. (The term, designating the increase of abilities/possibilities of Leechers).
To PreLoad. (The term, designating the highest possible degree of Leecher’s euphoria).
To DownLoad. (The term, designating the end of the process, designated by a term “To Load”).
To OverLoad. (The term, designating a high degree of morality calmness; sincere satiety).
To UnderLoad. (The term, designating terrible, painful and extremely distressing process of interruption of process, designated by a term “To Load”)
Your channel has made inappropriate operation and will be shut down. (A horrific dream of all Windows Leechers)
There is no God except the Internet and network card is His prophet. (Religious conviction of all Leechers)
Traffic ways are inscrutable. (Excuse of all Leecher-priests of orthodox specialization)
A Leecher for a Leecher is a friend, a companion and free proxy-server. (Informal relations of Leechers)
29.10.2010
- And send her to her big fatty bum !
- Have no fear, that’s exactly what I have already made. She does not deserve better.
- All women are swines. Once you have opened your soul before them – and they will beat your muzzle on a table.
- Yeah, that’s so.
- ... All right, my friend, we need to relax somehow. Got any ideas ? Maybe some herbs ... Euphoria ...
- Nnnaay ... I’m feeling sick from yesterday...I’m not a company for you in that. Beer ... I could take a sip of beer.
- Beer ... hmm...not a bad idea, huh ?
- Ok, so ... let’s go for a beer ?
- Yep. Let’s go.
* * *
- Mmmm...no...I think ... Whadda I think ? Theirs beer ... total suxx. Absolutely, fuck it, suxx ! Have tried it a lot of times, and always felt it – suxx ! Unlike our beer ... hm ... fuck, the nostalgia is gonna eat me whole !
- Of ours, right ? So what ? Do you not remember how we used to live there ? And here ... beautiful. Wonderful, damn it ! Nothing to care about the family, nothing to worry about how you should live on the next several days. Could buy anything ... almost anything ... Great, damn it !
- By the way, I’ve never asked ye – whom you were when we were at home ?
- In our country ? Guess who ? A musician I was, fuck it ! Played on violins, appealed to hearts of men and women alike ... in the metro and undergrounds, mostly – when there was no normal work anymore. And here ... burp ... “here is not like there”, as they say ... got sunk into a business and money have poured on me at once. And no standing with stretched hand, not anymore, damn ! I’ve even started to respect myself at the long last. And there I was ... begging ... begging with music ... trying to start living at last ... dreaming of becoming a man ... a man ...
- Know what ? I ... sometimes it’s calling for me to return there, nevertheless ... dragging me home. But how should we make our living there now ? They say the country in so deep in the bullshit that to go there – is to sink in it completely. Have just chosen a new president – looks like the new deputy, and yet they still believe that he’s nothing less that Savior directly from the Heavens ... cannot save themselves still. Eeehh ! What’s the reason to speak about that right now ... what’s the difference ? The bullshit is still a bullshit, yeah ?
- I dunno know, dunno know ... cannot ... the heart ... its ... painful...
- Hey ... hey ... don’t give up ! Let’s buy another round of drinks, yeah ... ? And the girl ... we’ll find the new girl. “Giiirrrrlliieess ... giiiirrrrlliiess, don’t stand aside without pride .... “. Let’s go, huh ! Hey, stand up ! Forward ! Hey .... what’s .... what’s with you ? Hey ! Hey ! There, over here ! Emergency ! Call the emergency !
* * *
A holiday has recently passed here – and city’s streets were dazzled with posters.
“Vote for your future !”, “The future is here ! Make your choice in a new century !”, “Decide your destiny !”, and more, and more, and more. Yet another election of another president. Yet again a choice of smaller of two evils. Yet again four years of ruin, hidden by the growth of economic indicators.
I have descended to the underground passage. It’s as it always was – dirty, murky and wet, no one is even trying to clean up all the mess here. Some man, playing a violin ... a cap for donations was lying nearby him, and I have thrown there trifle on the move. The man has looked at me for an instant and I have noticed a slight nod of his head – and then my feet have carried me forward and away from him.
I left the underground and moved in the direction of a main square. For several times groups of still young staggering boys and girls passed me by.
“The holiday is going to continue to three more days”, - I have thought. For three more days there will be a banquet continuation.
I looked at all this external magnificent furniture – on all these posters, all these slogans, decorated tribunes, flags and flowers ... and I yearned for the ability to not see all this that very instant - to not see reeling youth, to not see sparkling domes of churches and cars, approaching them, and just nearby – such poor beggars like the one I met underground ... I wished to not hear such empty patriotic speeches time and again ... I thirsted for awakening – as from the dream. I thirsted to wake up – forever.
“It seems that now I have finally understood what I am living for”, - I have thought.
21.10.2010
- Yes ? – my snow-white Guardian Angel turned to me and smiled warmly. – Have you called for me ?
- I ... hm .... to tell the truth, I wasn’t totally confident that you were listening to me, - I mumbled.
- I always do listen to you and hear you, - Angel said. – But you currently, unfortunately, not.
- So ... do you want to say that you have nothing like lunch break or anything like that ? – I was surprised.
- No, - replied Angel. – I have need for neither sleep, nor rest. It’s you, people, who prefer to sleep with eyes open widely.
- You mean that you are always at work ? – I guessed.
- Well, yes, - my darling Angel replied indulgently. – I am in a service to the God.
- And how do you fare there ... well, in general ? – I found nothing better than to ask that.
- Well and good, - Angel answered. – Dry and warm. Even though there are no millions options to choose from here. It’s you, mankind, who will soon have to choose at last.
- To choose what, exactly ? – I asked.
- Destiny. Life or death. God or Devil. Light or Darkness. Whatever you name it, the essence stays the same. Well ..., - and Angel became silent for a second – you, fortunately, understand that well.
- I do, - I answered. – A pity, though, that I don’t always hear you.
- It’s all in your powers and in desire, - and Angel smiled again. – Such is my job, actually, to always hear you and help you to find the God.
- And what prevents you from doing that right now ? – I made my next question.
- Him, mostly, - and Angel has shown his wing on the left. – Well, and sometimes you too, when start doing nonsense.
- Who’s that, him ? – I asked hastily, and only then have noticed the Imp, standing nearby, - that black one ?
- Well, it’s only now he looks like that, - replied my Angel. – But he’s able to pretend to look as oh-so-white in times, like chameleon. – See, how he stares at me right now ? – and Angel smiled warmly and pointed his wing to the left again.
- I take it that he’s angry ? – I questioned my Angel.
- Yes, he’s like that, from time to time. He has his job too, after all. And he’s too will be judged, as well as all of us.
- Judged in what sense ? – I misunderstood.
- Oh, you don’t know yet, do you ? – my Angel was surprised. – There will be a revision of Universe soon, and the Dread Judgment of the Lord, as you call it. – I would, however, rather name it Just Judgment.
- And what will be after the Judgment ? – I asked.
- Life or death, - replied Angel, - for you, for me, and for him – and he pointed his wing on Imp once again.
- You mean, you can die too ? – I was stunned, - are Angels not immortal ?
- Not for the Judgment. – If the Tempter of any man, guarded my ones, similar to me, prevails, the Tempter survives, and Angel and the man become history. If the Guardian Angel prevails – than he as well as his ward survive, and the Tempter become history instead. It’s that simple. Such is the Court.
- And the people, who have turned to the path of evil, betray their Angels as well ? – I was terrified.
- Alas, indeed. And try to feel now, - and my beautiful Angel stirringly looked into my eyes, - how it’s – to die for immortal one ?
- And ... how many Angels are going to die like that ?
- Under preliminary forecasts – many, - and Angel sighted sorrowfully. – But ... and he became inspired once again, - everything can still be changed.
- If people will hear their Angels and step away from the dark path ? – I questioned.
- Yes, - Angel said, - if they would prevail over their nature. There is very little time left, - he added.
- Little time left ?
- When clock’s arrows will be on the top, - and Angel has become silent for a moment, - very interesting events will start to happen.
- The world will be changing ?
- Definitely.
- Can I help people realize what is awaiting them ? – I asked hopefully.
- Certainly. It’s all in your forces and in the hands of God. And I, too, won’t abandon you, for certain.
- How I do love you, my pure Angel ! – I have exclaimed with tears in the eyes.
- I know, - he smiled mildly. - Come to me, allow me to embrace you in my wings.
- Thank you, Angel, thank you so much for hearing me and caring of me ! Let us never part from each other !
- Yes, let it be so, - my Angel has tenderly answered, gently covering me with his white wings. – Let’s start to always hear each other in the long last...
20.10.2010
- Mister Coordinator, when the Sleeper will awake at the long last ?
- Do you ask about that me, Admiral ? As I have suspected, it’s better for you to know.
- The free will, mister Coordinator, the free will ... Perhaps, we have committed an error, after all ?
- I will remind you that it was our joint project. There are no mistakes, only statistical errors and percentage probability.
- And now you are speaking mathematician’s tongue.
- And what else should we do right now ? We can only observe.
- Observe his agony ? He is dying directly before our eyes, dying painfully and unstoppable.
- So he has chosen. The Majority-s, you know, sometimes outweighs.
- And what about the Awakened ?
- He’s still a baby. He has yet to grow up.
- Beautiful little one, isn’t he ?
- Certainly.
- I am so glad about him.
- So do I.
- Tell please, what forms of curing medicine have been applied to the Sleeping one up to today ?
- Initially – numerous enzymes of prophetical nature, sort of. Two thousands of parsecs ago the strongest possible antibiotic has been injected.
- Which has been successfully removed by organism in the first vomit reflex.
- Approximately so. I tell you – he’s almost hopeless.
- And what about methods of shock therapy ?
- Yet to be applied. Already soon.
- Have been the patient informed in advance ?
- Two thousand of parsecs ago, when disease signs were already on his face.
- They are already on the face ?
- Now it’s terrible even to look at him. I will not advise you doing so.
- And what about the newest local antibiotics of unique type ? I mean these, you know, returnees from non-existence.
- A part of them has been already injected, some have not been made yet.
- Do you believe that will help ?
- Such probability too cannot be neglected.
- Will they be injected simultaneously with the beginning of shock therapy ?
- Shortly before that.
- And then ?
- It’s for him to decide.
- Do you think he is still capable ?
- I hope so.
- Well, and how does Awakened one fare ?
- He has already learnt to read thoughts and gained the vision of the future. I believe he’ll grow into a nice one.
- I am too very happy with him. Even though he is a blood brother of the Sleeper.
- By the way, you have given me an excellent idea. As soon as this little one will grow up and be ready to read souls, it will be possible to send him to help, so to say, his elder brother to, so to say, move him away from the unjust path. Certainly, we will protect the Awakened one in all ways accessible to us. Minority, well, you know, is counting on our support.
- Perhaps we should delay a little the begging on this shock therapy ? Wait, until little one will grow up a bit ? This Awakened has already expressed desire to help the brother, as far as I know.