- Yes! Donald blurted out relieved.
"Raise your hands, look straight ahead." Or get your personal identification card, mini soldier. - The holographic nymphets were chorused.
The boy-president raised both hands. A dim yellow light flashed, apparently, it was scanned.
- In the card file, your identity does not appear, you do not have a personal military card, so you can not be serviced. - Squeaked girls and immediately turned purple, crossed their arms in the prohibitive gesture of steep elves.
Donald Trump hurried away from the machine, his heels were burning in the literal sense of the word. Here, it seems, is technotronic identification communism. Trump sat down on a breezy boudoir, rigidly hunched over and propping his chin with his hands. I thought ... The future was drawn in the darkest tones. He is completely alone in another galaxy, surrounded by an inimirian, creatures, worse than the most predatory, wild beasts.
And in the head can not come any saving idea. Oliver Twist and it was better in London, there are at least the same people as the homeless thug. And where will he go? Can he surrender himself, counting on mercy in prison? There at least feed, even in such a humiliating way, through the hose.
"Why are you so despondent, photon?" What I see, lick. It seems you want to drive princeps plasma into the stomach?
An unfamiliar boy in glittering clothes held out his hand, smiling. How humanly it is! The face of the elfin is round childish, not at all evil, in advertising for proper nutrition to be removed, only presses the palm too much. The forehead is tall, the hair is light, wide-set blue eyes. True, a tanned, wiry arm, as if made of steel, capable of breaking a bone. Donald struggled to restrain himself, not giving a look that it hurts, the child's hand is compressed as if in a tortured gripe.
He only honestly said:
- Yes, I'm hungry!
"You seem to be from remote colonies, you are very singed, and your appearance is shabby, strange." - Said with a little sympathy in the voice of a young elf.
Donald cast a bewildered look at himself. Clothing, in fact, in places has already begun to smolder, and the skin, flushed with red, covered with. Toli from local radiation, or belated reaction to an explosion. Trump felt an icy chill in the stomach and said in a trembling voice.
- Guessed, I was in the epicenter of the thermo-charger.
"I'll take food with the utmost speed, then I'll tell you." - The boy ran as if in an accelerated filming, without touching the boots of the artfully decorated cover of the avenue.
Why Donald felt the confidence in this cub of ferocious elves is difficult to explain. Maybe the young years and stress affected. Returning the new drugan threw him a few pink, to the pangs of deliciously smelling buds. The former president began to talk about nothing without hiding, boiling over, he wanted to pour out his soul.
The elf boy listened attentively. He was as tall as Trump, and he must have been even fewer years old. During the conversation, his beautiful face was always played a pure smile. True, the teeth of the race-warrior's child are already very large, whiter than snow, the rays of several luminaries reflected from them by the sunbeams. The food taken in the vending machine turned out to be excessively tasty, it overexcited the receptors and, instead of saturation, fueled the appetite.
When Donald had finished speaking, he was silent, the young elf reasonably said:
"Yes, it looks like a miracle, but here you can not survive." You quickly calculate, especially since every day there is a computer check of all persons. A couple of days ago, very close, there was such a "plasma torch", the starships were torn, as in the superfairwork. Even from the surface it was clear how the tattered ships blossomed the sky. It's good that the main "chad" went behind the line.
The elf-child pointed to the central star of Bethimur.
"Now everything has become much stricter, a total verification regime." And earlier the control was serious. Surely, even this machine, like others, is connected with the Department of Love and Justice.
- So you have a secret police called? - Donald grimaced in a smile, how ridiculous the concept of love for the nation sounded, against which the fascists were kindergartners.
- Yes, there are several departments, and everyone is talking about love. The boy lowered his eyebrows together, and his gaze became stricter. "Like a mockery of common sense." Even my father, an economic general of the fourth rank, is afraid of these departments. Come on, get out quickly. I'll take you.
"It's too late!" Here you are, darlings! - A roar of hyenas rumbled like a roar.
Several armored figures, already familiar druids-bears, like ghosts materialized in the air.
- On your knees and hands up!
Donald Trump, was, jerked, and immediately got a charge by a magicalizer. Consciousness disconnected.
When the boy came to himself, he stood in the center of the colossal coliseum. Knowing the story well and watching movies, Trump felt an association with Ancient Rome. Only on the seats did not settle people, but various kinds of unthinkable creatures. Boy's vision from Donald became very sharp. And he saw in the stands of bee-like individuals with elephant proboscis, and similar to grasshoppers with jellyfish heads.
The elves themselves sat in separate luxurious armchairs, and every now and again jumped up, not wanting to sit still. Together with them quietly sitting dense men with faces densely overgrown with beards.
"Dwarfs," Trump guessed. It must be cool! And the boy, the former US president, wittily said:
- Elf guys are elf ... No matter how insulting! Well, if a dwarf stands up, the elf is not visible!
Trump felt a surge of energy. The sad mood fell from him at once. He's young and strong, after all. It's good to be back in childhood and become a boy again.
And in the meantime, in the arena of the colossal coliseum, a barefoot elf began to run out and announced:
- And now Julius Caesar will declare an opponent to this young man!
Trump puffed and muttered:
"O Caesar, Caesar, who has beheld you with dead bones!"