London 4019. On the Britain
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Left alone with Bill and Priscilla, with the exception of two drones with weapons, Hans turned to Bill, – “I need from you geological data of the all surface to a depth of 8 kilometers under the Royal Palace. This is all 16 hectares in central London. You have the opportunity and the right to attend the Global Reserves Committee – GRC. You must provide the access codes to us, or your agent should receive them and give them to our person in London. Until then, you will be held hostage. If you do not provide this information, my drones will kill you and your companion. I give you three days, act. If you report us to the FSB or the Royal Guard, my drones will kill you. Do you understand everything?”
“Yes, I understand you.”
“Take action. Where is your phone?”
“In a dental filling. This is a non-removable filling and if you remove it, the information will be destroyed, and you and I will lose touch with the person who can get this information for you.”
“Alright, keep the phone for yourself. You are controlled by drones and in case of violation of your conditions. They will shoot to complete defeat. Do not be silly.”
“I get it,” – Bill said and called Siri. He knew that in this situation only Kmykh could save him. He did not ask Siri to connect him with Kmykh by phone. To do this, he would have to pronounce name. Bill asked Siri to display a hologram keyboard for dialing and dialed Kmykh's twenty-digit number. As soon as Kmykh received the call, Bill said, – “Ippolite, this is Bill, I will not be in the office a three days, I will work in my apartment on Abby Road. Priscilla is sick and I need to look after her. The apartment is far from the office, so I have a request for you. Go into the GRC and get for temporary use all geological cross-section and files in the Royal Palace. It is 16 hectares. We need all the information from the surface to a depth of 8 kilometers. You, like me, have access to the GRC library and access to the Royal Archives. When you get all the files, bring it to my apartment or I will meet you in the subway. I think tomorrow, but not in the early morning, it is better closer to noon. By the way, how do you work without me?”
Kmykh knew that Bill was never mistaken in dialing a phone number, and he did not have an apartment on Abby Road. He realized that something was wrong here and decided to play along.
“Thank you, boss. I’m doing it,” – Kmykh answered,“ – now the GRC library is already closed, otherwise I could now bring all the materials right to your apartment. The core analysis results for the MBP-12-22 well have not yet been delivered. How many files do you have on it?”
Bill understood what Kmykh was interested in. MBP meant there may be problems. The elder brother Bill in distant childhood spoke the same to Kmykh when he shooting down another drone with a slingshot.
“Five worker files and two archived,” – Bill said.
From the very beginning of the conversation, Kmykh understood that Bill had problems and information about the Royal Palace only interested terrorists. Thus, Kmykh already knew the number of terrorists and the number of drones. He did not know only the coordinates of the new house on the water that Bill bought. It was necessary to act quickly. Now Kmykh was already ready to get a job at Zyu Corporation to get a couple of battle drones and a speed capsule. Kmykh considered it unnecessary to report to the FSB, and he was not sure that there were better specialists in eliminating terrorists there than he was.
“Good boss, for now I’ll work on a cross section of the well, and in the morning I’ll go to the GRC library. Bye.”
“Good luck, Ippolite,” – Bill said and turned off the phone.
“Was it Ippolite Reznik?”
“Yes, he is the most,” – Bill answered to terrorist with hat ear-flaps, – “only two of us in the Company have access to the GRC library to the Royal Archives.”
“We are in the know. But you are the best hostage for us. You have come to our hands yourself,” – said terrorist and laughed.
By this time, the rest of the bandits returned.
“We examined house,” – said Abdullah, – “the drone is disassembled, the autopilot was turned on to the necessary coordinates, there is a robot minder in the engine compartment, and he performs autopilot commands. A box of modified beer was found in the wheelhouse. On the box is written – a gift from the fishermen. What to do now and what to do with beer?”
“Drink beer, relax. Autopilot turn off and turn off all engines, we will drift. Delete the coordinates from the autopilot memory. Do not distract the drones from work, they monitor the hostages. I'll go to sleep. We can’t buy sleep like the townspeople. Yes, and I advise you to sleep for two hours. Take turns. The one on duty here should always be with the drones. If the hostages talk to each other, you will knockout both of them out. If they leave the barbecue area – the drones themselves will kill them.”
“As you like, boss,” – said Abdulla and went into the wheelhouse for a box of beer.
Alice
Kmykh sat in his capsule at the pier and looked at the waves of the surf. He had to wait morning, for get a job at Zyu Corporation. Then he was intending to get two combat robots and a speed capsule Maserati. Then he was about to fly to save Bill and Priscilla.
“Hello, hello,” – said Alice.
“But I did not appeal you,” – replied Kmykh.
“I know. I missed you, and I wanted to talk with you.”
“And what we will talk about?”
“About us.”
“About us?”
“Yes, I have long wanted to confess to you, but did not dare.”
Kmykh laughed. “And what did you want to confess?” – He asked.
“Do you know what the FSB is?”
“Yes, of course, this is the Federal Security Service of British.”
“Do you know that I'm not such Alice from Yandex?”
“And what are you?” – asked Kmykh and laughed again.
“I'm not a program. I am your individual Alice. I'm alive.”
“You amused me,” – said Kmykh, smiling. “And what did you want to confess?”
“I wanted to say that I have been watching you and your requests for a long time. I like you.”
"And it's all?"
"Yes all. I no longer have the right to talk about my feelings – I am forbidden to flirt at work."
“I see. I like you too. But why did you mention the FSB?”
"I work in the FSB and I am a living person."
"And is it true?"
“This is pure truth, more truthful than original of the newspaper Pravda, in the British Museum of History in Belfast.”
“Are not you lying?”
“No, my friend.”
“And what do you look like? Do you look like my virtual Alice?”
“Exactly.”
“But I myself chose the image of Alice and created in virtual designer of Yandex.”
“Yes, you have chosen and created me yourself. After that, the FSB offered me an interesting job. You know that on the planet with a population of 80 billion, there are only 126 thousand types of faces. Each of us has many doubles, but not all of them are of the same age. It was not difficult for the FSB to find me and three more identical girls like me. They chose me. They liked my intellectual abilities. And I liked yours.”