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Underground eXperts United
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[ The Voice Of Destiny ] [ By Michael Berman ]
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The Voice Of Destiny
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What are the thoughts of a man standing above an abyss with the most tragic
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intention? What goes through his mind on his way to eternity?
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Different things, maybe, everything he can think of. Absolutely, his
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thoughts are inconsolling, and, even more absolutely, are not merry.
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But here it was different. This man looked in the abyss and laughed. He knew
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that he about to win the greatest victory in his entire life, even though
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the price will be the very life - the victory over the scourge of his hard
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and foolish existence - the Voice of Destiny.
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The Voice has been chasing him since his youth. At nights, before he the
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sleep, the Voice of Destiny was visiting his victim and predicting the
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future disasters, whether they were minor or major, global, so to speak.
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The time was passing by. The disasters were coming true exactly as predicted
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by the Voice. The man was maddened, but there was nothing he could do. The
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Voice never talked to him. It was no use cursing him - he never answered. As
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the Man went on living, he encountered more misfortunes. The Voice was
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predicting all of them, and the Man started to think that the Voice itself
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is responsible for them. Maybe it was the truth.
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Once the Voice mentioned, so easily, as if be the way, "You're going to die
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from hunger, Man, standing on floor of pure gold." Now the Man was enraged.
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First: "Go to hell, you...", but then he recalled that the Voice never broke
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his promise. Announcing what is going to happen, he never laughed. Laughed?!
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The Man never noticed sarcasm or irony in the Voice's tone. "So what - it is
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going to happen?!" Vexation and anger - that is what the Man felt. "No, this
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time he is not going to guess right!"
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Now it is clear why he is here. This is his rebellion against the most
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boring and disgusting thing on earth - inrefutability, and more. Enough to
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commit such a step.
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So let the step come true!
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The Man jumped in the abyss, like an ancient wiser. His flight was as
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impetuous as it was merry. "I won!" he yelled as loud as he could, like a
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lunatic. "I defeated you, Voice of Destiny, damn it!"
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The Man's fall was long. So long it was, that the Man's joy changed to
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impatience, then to anxiety, and, at last, perplexity and hunger - this
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happened when the speed of flight began to decrease. Here the Man's flight
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became like smooth gliding of a paper plane released by a hand of a child
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from 16th floor of skyscraper.
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"What if I won't crash, oh, no... No, I must be in the next world. After
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all, nobody knows how it happens - the death. Here, I can't see, but I
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feel I'm on solid ground."
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Indeed, like a paratrooper the Man landed on something solid and very
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smooth, like finely polished parquet.
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"The next world is quite original!"
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Oh, where did this familiar whisper come from: "No, this is not the next
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world, this is the same one you were in before, the same earth. But now
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you're far from the surface. Very far." The Man was confused, tired,
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hungry, but he couldn't help the feeling that for the first time in the
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Voice's tone was something sad. Although it could only be the Man's feeling
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and the Voice of Destiny was indifferent as usually.
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After he landed on the solid ground, the Man, like everyone entering the
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dark, sought in his pockets. At last he finds what he sought for... lights
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a match... a tiny flame... the Man drops on his knees, bends over the
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ground... and screams.
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uXu #471 Underground eXperts United 1998 uXu #471
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ftp://ftp.lysator.liu.se/pub/texts/uxu
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