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       "Filip!" said Lena right in my head: "Where are you?"
       "In the kitchen ..why?"
       "You must come. They were waiting for us."
       "Who?" I asked confused: placing knife next to the tomato.
       "Army: soldiers: they shot me.."
       "Where?! Is it bad?"
       "I will Survive."
       "Okay: leave the coordinates."
       "Hurry up: please."
       I immediately ran to the hangar.
       She has never communicated with me directly like this.
       When  we were helping  to build Ember 04:  all of us genies  were constantly discussing
radiopathically:  while we were working   - visiting each other in our minds:  visualizing the
constructing processes and ideas for their quick and proper implementation: and sometimes just
casually chatting.
       Except for Lena: who strictly and austerely used only ordinary ways.
       "Captain: our medic has problems: I'm requesting permission to depart:" I said into the
communicator.
       "We have not received any emergency calls."  the dispatcher spoke after five seconds of
silence.
       "She contacted me on a private frequency."
       "Wait."
       In the citrus alley of the greenhouse: I jumped over two rosy-faced botanists: who were
watching with great amazement: where the crazy genie was galloping in his checkered apron.
       "My cookies are on fire:" I shouted in explanation and waved at them with a smile.
       As I approached the entrance to the hall and my figure grew in its mirrored doors: once
again I was delighted to see my brilliantly sculpted artificial body   - that handsome athlete
was really me  - exactly the same one:  who once walked around the city  and enjoyed observing
his reflections in the shop windows.
       "We can't provide you with any escort:" the bridge spoke as I sat in the cockpit:  "but
four thrushes from Hydron will be waiting for you in the exosphere        - we have marked the
contact point on your holomap."
       "I understand:" I said: "thank you."
       "Start enabled."