This story began in a gloomy depressive September, in the days I was thinking heavily what to do with my life. Basically, I’m just a math boy, though I had no usual problems with money. Working as a freelance senior analyst, I had enough for middle-class life. But that wasn’t enough to make some real change in the world around me. And there were lots of things I would like to change. Dumb-ass managers at my job. Suburban rail construction that would make me pretty closer to everythin
The Hard Problem of Willpower
By: Siberian
It was early spring, better say, late winter. The dark-grey evening sky loomed above the City, concealing the pinnacles of downtown skyscrapers in a smog. It was time of the rush hour, the end of business day. All the pavements was covered with the mix of half-melted snow and some deicing chemicals. People in colorless clothes slowly walked among huge building toward the metro entrances, cars hardly moved in traffic jams, making rivers of red and white lights.
Suddenly somebody bright and en
Efficient way to fight against the government
By: Siberian
Girls play tanks too
October sun had just risen
above the horizon. Air was fresh, clear and almost motionless. The
ground were trembling from steps of three giant girls walking along
the road. Little people called The Fanciers. The Dreamers. Now they
were a hundred times bigger, than they were initially.
Nadine, slim and athletic
girl with short black hair looked a little bit like Asian. All her
clothes not to mention dozen of friendship bracelets on ankles and
wrists were small torn jeans s
Girls play tanks too
By: Siberian