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I decided to show him a miracle, Another Reality phenomenon. I took off my ring and hung it on a thread.
«Ask any question watching it. If you see that the ring is spinning clockwise or counterclockwise, because it’s my hand rotating it, tell me.»
The Boy laughed, but still asked questions and watched carefully, very attentively. Then he exclaimed,
«Well… I don’t know. But it’s wrong!»
The four of us had lunch in the canteen of the Cinema University. The Boy was discussing with one of us, but obviously not with me, the 999th episode of some television series and suddenly turned to me,
«How can you live without watching TV?»
«She reads books,» the colleague retorted.
«Well, but how can you drive a car without checking traffic jams on the Internet before leaving?»
«I’m sniffing the air,» I answered the absolute truth.
The Boy winced in disbelief.
At the same moment, our table rose two centimeters into the air, moved to the right and landed safely on the floor.
«Bravo, Alice,» exclaimed the colleague, «even the juice didn’t spill!»
Since I told the Boy about the possibility of reading information from the air, he began to test the accuracy of my sense of smell. He called me in the evenings when I had already left our office and asked if there were any traffic jams on my way. As a rule, we left at the same time and lived in neighboring areas. The Boy always drove moving the right way, as it should be done according to the Internet information. I drove the way I felt. However, as a result, we moved the same way. And sometimes we even played speed together. Such game was some strange exception to the rules of the right Boy.
Apparently, the Higher Forces pushed us together so that the Boy would at least try to accept the idea that someone might be different from him and live differently. Not according to his rules. However, once the program implanted into the Boy’s head did its dirty deed, and we parted.
I met Alexey, the same ex-classmate who knew from his own experience what the speed game was. I could share everything with him, because he himself had been through a lot and was able to understand my feelings. He had known me since I was seven years old for who I really was, the real me, I didn’t need to be anyone else with him. The other day I read his 36-page story about the Void. He, like me then, reached the state in which it was no longer possible not to throw out the accumulated pain on paper.