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And I held astronaut Peters by the hand. Lubomír Tomik Chapter Eighteen Diligent wind. The diligent wind began to speak the cosmic language, it had a soft, quite pleasant accent. However, he spoke too much book. Apparently he went through hypnotic courses. -Good, so glad. Heaven as smooth as velvet, let's put all the Irish mists down and drink! Suddenly it rumbles all over the house. The busiest neighbors are already protruding from their apartments, but all they see is the elevator door cracking. The elevator hums and starts. It was small and annoying. Drops swirled dust on the exit bridge from the elevator exit, and the nearby forest and hills were shrouded in rain. The surf penetrated the sky like a shining star. -Nothing like this has happened yet. Never.- So back again tomorrow. Up. -Why right now? -the passenger from Earth asked. The huge hall is full of stylized life. In various, but always organized rhythms, computer machines are tinkling in unison. People who go with cards or simply pass them on move in exactly that rhythm. As if what was hidden behind the partitions was not full of living beings, but of components that fit together perfectly and move with perfect precision. Can you study the movement of shoppers in shopping malls? Do they behave predictably? The diligent wind began to speak the cosmic language again. -We are sending an extraordinary message, Citizens, we are sending an extraordinary message ….- Extraordinary.... End of chapter eighteen. XXX XXX XXXXX Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci mého hlasu Tobě je -