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Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020 PROPHECY TABLE OF CONTENT: 003_ GALLERY: Piotr Pasiewicz [part 1] 019_ POETRY ed. Piotr Kasperowicz 020_ POETRY: Nina Los 021_ POETRY: Magdalena Marta Martyniak 022_ POETRY: Ewa Jakubek 023_ GALLERY: Piotr Pasiewicz [part 2] 035_ POETRY ed. Piotr Kasperowicz 036_ POETRY: Michał Wroński 038_ POETRY: Grzegorz Malecha 040_ GALLERY: Piotr Pasiewicz [part 3] 050_ PROSE: Roland Hensoldt 069_ GALLERY: Daria Solar 075_ PROSE: Marianna Szygoń 098_ GALLERY: PREPOSTEVOLUTION 119_ POETRY ed. Piotr Kasperowicz 120_ POETRY: Yanko Wojownik 123_ POETRY: Adam Michniewicz 125_ GALLERY: Piotr Pasiewicz [part 4] 132_ PROSE: Julia Kasperczyk 135_ [out]RODUCTION Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
Art on the cover by Piotr Pasiewicz
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GALLERY Piotr Pasiewicz [part 1]
https://www.facebook.com/pasiewicz.art/
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Piotr Pasiewicz
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Piotr Pasiewicz
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Piotr Pasiewicz
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Piotr Pasiewicz
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Piotr Pasiewicz


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Piotr Pasiewicz


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Piotr Pasiewicz


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Piotr Pasiewicz


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Piotr Pasiewicz


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Piotr Pasiewicz


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POETRY SECTION Edited by Piotr Kasperowicz
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Nina Los
A chiaroscuro knowledge... comes with breath is born in a slow pulse rate patience is an announcement of the coming and there is nothing I could call lost in the rainy season I stick out my tongue and understanding nests in my seasons in the voice I discover harmonic registers their soundsensitivity leads me to the core I trust‌
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Magdalena Marta Martyniak
An epigram plaything It's a sensation dear all A goat has come to a flock of gorillas She is surprised that nobody understands her She can't learn gorilla words Or maybe it is laziness, the goat just plucks the grass And she pretends that she can do something
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Ewa Jakubek The king He who sits on a wooden throne in the majesty of life a king in gray nakedness vested and a paper crown on his head vanished the golden spark in his eyes crumbled the purple falling down his shoulders abandoned by words and deeds he awaits the promised eternity like a statue congealed in marble barefoot and obese with rheumatism in his hands on the horizon the world entrusted to him at birth sets with yesteryears he still feels its icy coldness under his feet.
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GALLERY Piotr Pasiewicz [part 2]
https://www.facebook.com/pasiewicz.art/
Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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Piotr Pasiewicz


Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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Piotr Pasiewicz


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Michał Wroński
A meaning Do not look for sense in the reality — said the spirit of the tree to the squirrel which only was to be born
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Michał Wroński
Birds and people
Always hungry birds They are looking in the sky cage for freedom happy unhappy — like homeless prisoners of yesterday
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Grzegorz Malecha
spring in the country
suddenly appeared in the place of the old road this fragment can be clearly seen on the monitoring a year ago at this time four clairvoyants predicted their visions were shown in all dailies I remember that only comments were different
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Grzegorz Malecha
under your protection a two-dimensional angel invades the wall on X-ray instead of ribs you can see exactly how the brick pattern eats the muck although it stitches and feathers, it is a typical inversion the warm white of the wings reaches its knuckles head turned as in an emblem or maybe even an eagle or fore eagle to whom the fifteenth meridian passes through the spine time change line to present
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GALLERY Piotr Pasiewicz [part 3]
https://www.facebook.com/pasiewicz.art/
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Piotr Pasiewicz


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Piotr Pasiewicz


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Piotr Pasiewicz


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Piotr Pasiewicz


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PROSE SECTION Edited by Łucja Lange ROLAND HENSOLDT
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Roland Hensoldt A prophet from the East
>There are one hundred faith points left to unlock another personalized prophecy. A lot, thought Mate Goncer, but he had to find out the truth and thus unlock another prophetic film. Who is the messiah When will he arrive How do you get missing FP faith points? He called The Prophets an animation that anticipated the future. Prophecies were shared with the APP for smartphone, which Mate accidentally found in the invisible part of the Internet. Invisible to index bots and regular users, but not to him. TOR was like a second his home. There he dug into the truth of a truly free media. THE APPLICATION showed movies that, as it turned out, revealed the future. Enigmatic prophecies required interpretation skills that Mate happily possessed. The animations were made using advanced realistic technique. It's weird, but the APPLICATION had no name. The page from which he downloaded the installation file had disappeared. The task of the software was to display prophecies, count faith points and display tasks in the form of messages. Because the APP was embedded in the TOR network, it was impossible to determine who it belonged to. The program was connected with something deeply stitched into the Internet, something which had the ability to
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see the future, divine omniscience. It was impossible to search for specific information on this topic, because the program had no name. Mate Goncer did not consider himself a gullible man. He thought the APPLICATION was a joke. Then the predictions from the animations came true even after months. This phenomenon was confirmed by television and news on the Internet: Mate watched the animation first, and months later he saw these events on television. He had doubts. Is it not the mechanism of the self-fulfilling prophecy that he sought the general effects of prophecy everywhere to build a sense of being chosen? Is this not a similar mechanism of Nostradamus revelations? That could be so until Mate became a hero of the apparitions. Why did he believe in revelations? This happened four years earlier during the recession. He was looking for work then. He was living with his uncle in Chicago and cursing his life. The morning hours passed under the sign of search ads, to be the first to provide a CV, not to drown in the top applications. – My name is Thousand, Thousand Two hundred gross, and I suffer for millions, millions of the unemployed generation — he thought, receiving the only payment. The summer of 2012; the recession took its toll. In the morning he went to countless job interviews, still believing in the American dream. At noon he was dreaming only a nightmare, along with others camping in the park from the Occupy Wall Street movement, which set up tents there. Someone was talking
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about God. And about the end of the world. He was shown the Bible. Mate was reminded that he was essentially a religious man, he just forgot about it. That's how dad raised him. That summer he sat in the park, protesting and worshiping the Lord with singing, dancing and all sorts of liquor, and it really was an inexpensive liquor. He felt like one of the crowd who was listening to Jesus in the Bible. Mate listened to the voice of a local sage from the East, a Polish guy. He talked about the economics of the new times. About the end of capitalism. About sharing economy, about crowdEconomy based on sharing. And he even suffered a miracle of multiplication of the joint, when a bearded hippie with long hair mixed what is good and pure with bad tobacco, that it would suffice for everyone, dividing his plot into two and then into four. It is a miracle to multiply soul food! And so Mate almost brushed from belonging to one of the worshiping sects, and maybe even having access to prophetic animations, would become their guru? Mate decided that he was completely immune to psychological manipulation, so he moved away from the group when he sobered up. It was in the evenings, sending CVs was in the morning. Subway. One job interview, xerox point, CV, phone, meeting. Subway. Xerox. He stood over the scanner that had lit his face a hundred times. And although he wanted so much to change in him, it was a hundred copies of his biographies spit out of the machine. Subway.
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– Yes, I like stress. Yes, the most motivating thing for me is the constant sense of job loss and impossible targets. Yes, I will take out a loan to pay back. Yes, I work best after hours, no, I'm not late, no, I don't drink, yes, I despise my free time. — The interviews merged into one series of questions and answers. He read adverts like tarot cards, because he would probably have to sell his soul to find employment during a recession. Each of them, like an advertisement of a new life, one from colorful newspapers, one that they will never get. Once he was a successful PR specialist, an archivist with a microscopic apartment, ulcers on his stomach and ass, and a huge loan to pay off, and he is an account manager stressful to set sales standards. He prepared himself for conversations with his whole life, imagining an alternative life. Subway. Passengers don’t leave the carriages in the morning. Every station, they pour onto the platform and create a mixed liquid of the same consistency in which they lose their diversity. It has a bland color, reminiscent of snowing of a television tuned to a non-existent channel. Only they are not looking for the right reception frequency. Connected to the collective, they broadcast in the ether. And no matter who the recipient is. Everyone is writing something. Like those dogs waiting for their smartphone to whistle. When they are happy, they lift sweaty necks, turn their ears, change their paws on the glass sheets, as if they were digging a mink to hide. They wag their tails and watch what fun they invite them this time. And dogs don't know many tricks.
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Roland Hensoldt
A wave of exciting cold flooded him, a feeling of communing with something out of this world. Mate has a revelation on the smartphone screen. That day he stood in the crowd so that he could barely see anything. In the stream of travelers poured with them at another station. THE APPLICATION showed the future as if from colorful job offers. Is it even possible? Sleepy, enigmatic and unreal animation. Mateusz will have a conversation with a recruiter who will prove to be a hockey lover and the same team, so he prepared himself for the conversation mainly in this subject area. The caller will be Jonathan Kenwood. What was his surprise when three days later he was invited to a company revealed by Prophet, whose headquarters was in the building, seen earlier in the film. His legs buckled, not so much from looking at the glass building, whose height did not seem to end, and its top brushing the clouds, but rather from the strong feeling of deja vu. He stood in front of the building, which had appeared to him a few days earlier in Prophet. What the hell? He hadn’t answered the phone with the invitation until today.
– If a man with a red umbrella passes me, I doubt my senses, he thought as
he walked slowly toward the office building. He looked around carefully. He felt cold. The guy was here. And for some reason he had a red umbrella. It was hot! The reality around him seemed sleepy. Matthew saw her through the prism of prophecy. He saw the revelations in every detail: in the people he passed, in
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the weather, in parked cars. He was surrounded by a prophetic force that had shown him much earlier what he had seen now. He touched the marble walls in the lobby of the office building, as if trying to assess if it was drawn. Perhaps it is the animation that surrounded him. The walls were really hard though. And really cold. What are the senses? – Please come in, my name is... — Kenwood, thought Goncer, and he heard the name. Mate felt uncomfortable, squeezing the hand of a man whose animated face he had seen a few days earlier on Prophet. The job interview went smoothly, as if Mate wrote the questions himself. Using the knowledge of the future, he directed the conversation so as to hook on common interests. After all, the APPLICATION gave him a ready script in the form of an animation showing what to talk with Kenwood to make it good. The film showed Mate not only an outline of recruitment questions, but also the near future in the form of corporate life, which he had dreamed of for so long. And about those things his father had talked about — the first of Goncers in the USA. The Vedas, little Mate, did not yet understand the vision of the American dream that his father had. And now it was included in Prophetics and was the same as dad's words. There was big business and big money, benefit cards, employee privileges... When signing the contract with the employer, Mate believed in the prophetic force that found him.
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Truly, everything agreed with the prophecies. 1st place. And the company. And the guest who conducted the interview, as well as its course. Even this weird guy with a red umbrella. Mate Goncer had no doubts. The prophets are real. The application has confirmed this: > Congratulations. You’ve become a man of faith. One of the few to whom the future was revealed. Do you want to see more? He wanted to see everything, but the apparitions cost points of faith, which was symbolized by the blue liquid in the bottle displayed in the app interface. It's not important. From that moment strange things began to happen, and Mate Goncer, having all his life as a logical man, believed in predestination. Fate favored him. And happiness was saved to him. He could do anything with the mysterious ally. He led him by the hand through the dark valley of the darkness of the future and Mate did not feel fear because the guardian angel was with him. Soon the APPLICATION showed him a candidate for a wife, revealing the future with the chosen one, and even how to reach this future — how to pick up a girl. Soon Eva Anders became the mother of his children. > Mate, doesn't knowledge kill faith? Can you believe knowing? I really take away 100FP from you. If you sin again, you will deny me again, truly I will deny you, I will forget your name and curse you, your sons and future generations until all times. As penance and reparation, you must make a donation to a charity called Voice of the Lord.
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Goncer was sweating. God's anger reached him. Such a message appeared when Mate doubted and sought knowledge on the Internet. He wanted to know more about the APPLICATION. He didn't do it like an amateur: another computer, TOR network. In vain. Anyway, entering the password, application, future, prophecies, points of faith did not give any specific results. He decided not to doubt, because it is known that knowledge is the fruit of knowledge that the serpent gave Eve. Knowledge kills faith, meanwhile, with success, it grew in it. Mate — the first of the Goncers born in America. His dad, Jacob Goncer, came to Chicago with his wife in the eighties. He devoted most of his life to the good life of the Goncer. He learned the language, worked hard, but his future in America did not last long. He died in the early nineties, when his son was only nine years old. Then my mother left. At the age of twenty-eight, Mate Goncer decided that after the misfortune the American dream came true. He got a good job during this damn recession. He had a wife who raised his two children. And most importantly, that this dream has already been dreamed and from time to time whispered new solutions, showing the future. A conflicting situation at work? For 500FP, the APPLICATION showed opponents' weak points, their negotiation strategy, their plans. Educational problems? The prophet was a prescription. Eva Anders got interested in Paul,
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a family friend? Mateusz reacted in advance thanks to a revelation. Paul was no longer a friend of Goncers. Another animated film showed the nursery and Adam — a friend of Mate's son. And his father, who hurriedly picked up the child. On a sleepy enigmatic prophecy, a vision of Mate’s working for him appeared. All you have to do is talk to him about the subject shown in the animation at the right time. Mate did as the APPLICATION commanded him. It turned out that Adam's father was just looking for an employee. Another prophecy came true, Mate got a much higher salary. Life had become simple! Of course, the faith points had to be supplemented: with cash or obeying God's will. > Mateusz, you are now a wealthy man and you will be giving me part of your salary. This part will be used to spread faith. Specify what percentage you want to transfer… He defined and forwarded. > Mate, are you reading the Bible? He has not read for a long time. He considered lying to the APP, but then the link appeared. > Download the Bible, get faith points. He downloaded. He mechanically accepted the application's access rights to the phone function. Why did the Bible want to listen to him? And why did the
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Bible want to know where its user was? Mate did not ask such questions. It's not important. Most importantly, the new Bible application displayed a personalized quote of the day. > "Lord, you gave me five talents, here are my other five talents." "The Lord said to him: Good, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful in few things, I will put you above many: enter the joy of your master!" The quote had to refer to Mate's hard work and the bonus he received. Undoubtedly, God was with him. For some reason, quotes from the Holy Bible fit perfectly into Goncer's life, his dilemmas, and the important choices he faced. Faith in God grew in Mate with successive successes > "Do you want to experience the grace of a miracle of multiplying bread?" He wanted a miracle. He wanted everything that was a miracle and was called a miracle. He wanted bread. Fish. He wanted to eat it for free, as there was a crowd who listened to the voice of the Lord on a hill or by the lake, which Matthew did not remember. A few days later he had a revelation. Another quote from the Bible, and then Prophetics suggested to buy diGoldy, which is one of the new digital currencies that were similar to BitCoins. Currently worth as much as nothing. Mate had no doubt that this is the only correct interpretation of Prophetics. And diGolds bought millions. In half a year he earned 50%. Then he thought it was his bread. These are his fish, which the Lord fed him because
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Mate believed in the voice of the Lord. He paid less than one cent for one diGold! As much as nothing! The miracle of reproduction was the truest of truths. > "For everyone who has will be added, so that he will have an excess. And to those who do not have, they will take away what they have." "So you should have given my money to the bankers, and I would have profitably taken back my property." A talent. He has a talent for investing! When Mate saw the diGold account, he knew what to do next with talent. He charged the home mortgage and therefore gave the money to the bankers and bought more virtual currency. God favors those who can multiply talents. And to those who own. He favored him, and Mate's faith was rewarded and on the diGold account and unlocking the level of the Prophet. > You proved that you are a man of faith. Indeed, you are guided by the word of the Lord in the Bible. And as a man of faith, you must follow the path of the Lord. As a chosen one, you receive a mission. Find the Messiah who, as recorded in the prophetic books of the Bible, will return to Earth. Over the years you will receive the grace of revelation. Your mission is to listen to God's voice in animated revelations and find the incarnation of the truest Messiah. Burning bushes. Archangels. God has been speaking to holy men for millennia with words that they could understand. Why should it not be able to communicate with faith users in a modern way in the 21st century?
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THE APPLICATION, like a Bethlehem star, led him from the East, because Mate came from America to the East to convert her. He was like a sage reading prophetic signs on earth and heaven. All that was written in the Bible was to be completed thanks to him. He became a Prophet. Like those who lived thousands of years ago, who also heard the voice of God. And he had a mission. Find the truest incarnation of the Messiah. That amazing feeling he decided to keep to himself. He did not share the mission even with his loved ones. He doubted that his wife would be able to achieve this level of faith. After all, he was already at the level of the PROPHET, and she... Well, he will deal with her salvation later, because his duty as a Christian is to take care of it. It has been three years since he received the mission from the Lord, and more than four years since he downloaded the APP. > Get 10FP and watch a summary of your knowledge of the Messiah. Once a month, Mate received the grace of watching the summary of traces of the Messiah he was looking for. He knew the data by heart, but ten points of faith are always something. Prophecy required a great deal of intelligence to interpret prophecy. Mate Goncer possessed this intelligence, thanks to the favors that flowed on him. Because he interpreted the revelations himself, made the choices himself, and above all, he did not watch stupid television and other primitive media.
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Initially, the animations about the Messiah were weak, blurry, as if distant in time. Now Mate could see the first clear attribute of the wanted person. Hair. Loose hair, medium length, bright color. The figure of the Messiah began to emerge from the depths of the future and scratch from the hair. Months later, facial features appeared: a smiling, tall man, neither old nor young. Behind it, he was higher than others. And majesty. Next to it was an attractive, tall woman, much younger than the Messiah, outlined in the animation. With long hair. They were dressed in elegant, radiant white robes. Who was this couple? How to find them Still too weak prophecies did not give the opportunity to see the face. Anyway, watching the future cost you faith points. Mateusz obtained these by completing tasks commissioned by the APP (or paying). > Convert Olsen Donalds. Get 500FP. And truly, he converted, informing about the APPLICATION. > Stay at 10:13 under the office building at 150 Broadway. Walk with a green umbrella. A strange task, but it went. He took FP. Sitter. A week later, Prophet showed him a beautiful home. A residence where he will live with his family. It is impossible, he thought. The solution appeared in a month. Rise. > Take a loan. Buy a new home. Get faith points. He did not need a large apartment, as in Prophet, but he would not discuss the future he was writing. He needed more than a thousand faith points, which
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he'll get a bonus for taking credit. The old car was still performing well, but the brand-new, straight from the future, looked great. And he had +100 points to faith and probably only that much to charisma. APPLICATION took care of the style of Mate — a man of success. Hairdresser, clothes, suits, watches. The prophet of the new times must look dignified and inspire respect. The software itself searched for the best offers for exclusive gadgets, equipment and everything he needed. Mate looked into the book of Prophets, in which he had been recording information about the Messiah for years and collecting evidence from the future. "The Messiah was building New York." "The Messiah will protect America from threats from the South." "A great dam on a great river will protect America from flooding. The Messiah will build it. He stood like John the Baptist over Jordan. And the crowds at the border confessed his sins (whether they wanted to or not) and showed him... passports. And he turned bad people to the South and East. He accepted only good people, he sent the rest away! " Prophetics reminded him of two towers that collapsed in 2001 in the 9/11 terrorist attacks. Pain, blood, evil. The Messiah seemed to fight the invaders from all sides and with all strength. His shield and the voice that was heard in the world. America has had many enemies, which is why the Messiah will surround her with a defensive wall. And all who do not listen to his voice will be sent away. He is a defender, he is a shepherd of America.
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September 2015. Mate found the link. And then he understood the scriptures. And sacred, prophetic animations. Is it possible that Mate just decoded who the Messiah announced in the Bible is? He looked at the photo of a man with a rather nonchalant hairstyle. A little red, a little light. Billowing. A majestic man of huge height. And a beautiful woman. Also high. With long hair. Mate read: "Polls give only a few percent support," "No chance of winning the election." "US Presidential Candidate." Mate knew that this is the Messiah. After all, the details from the animated Prophetics matched. This is how the Messiah's return will be announced by the scriptures, announced by the Prophetics, and also in the writings of the Apocalypse of Saint John. Mateusz — a prophet to whom God speaks. He speaks to him in the language of modern technology, because how would he do it differently these days? Truly the four-year search mission is over. He entered the real name of the Messiah in the APP: Douglas Turner. > Congratulations! As the first in the world you met the real name of the Messiah. He listened to the Lord's voice for so long, and now he needed his voice. A vote in elections that will take place in a year. > You have unblocked access to a special communication channel. You have earned 10,000FP. You've earned the level of Apostle.
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Through the mission, Mate forgot that elections would be held in the USA soon. And even, as the first Goncer, had the right to vote. Until now, he did not care about politics and did not plan to vote. Now he knew that the Messiah needed the voice of people of faith, but wasn't his Savior against immigrants like Mate’s father? He was, but Mate Goncer is no longer an emigrant. He is a US citizen. Legal citizen. Another animation. Goncer wiped his eyes in amazement. In the film, next to the Messiah, stood his dad, who died many years ago. And now he was in the clouds, and his animated character smiled and moved. The facial expression seemed to say that it would be good that they would meet together in that world one day. The animation reminded that Goncer's dad was a Solidarity activist, that he fought for a democratic right to choose long ago in Poland that he was a man of faith. And now his son had the right to choose overseas. The right to free choice! Dad would be proud. His son can choose the president of the most powerful country on Earth! Mate was moved and with tears of happiness. He smiled at the animation displayed on the smartphone. It lasted a split second, or maybe he wanted to see it: Dad looked deep into his son's eyes and smiled back. This piercing eye contact made the man feel a cold chill. And the warm touch of a father's hand from that world. In 2017, President Douglas was sworn in.
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Mate Goncer lived in a different information bubble, which is why he did not hear the voices of other media. Yes, he realized that someone after the election had said about a huge scandal in the Cambridge analytical company. About great manipulation. They lied. Everyone lied as usual, Goncer said. Therefore, he did not read, or perhaps denied, the fact that the company used user behavior patterns and big data to generate personalized content on an unprecedented scale, which were primarily animated films rendered in real time based on behavioral analysis of users and data analyzed by SI algorithms. Confidential information was stolen from users of the APPLICATION and from various institutions, and then analyzed and rendered in the form of prophecies. A camouflaged campaign in the US presidential election has been carried out for five years, on the occasion of which apartments, loans, services and luxury goods were sold, or virtual currency diGold, whose course collapsed at the end of 2017 as a financial pyramid, and the money evaporated. Goncer lost everything, including the house he mortgaged. He blamed Satan. The APPLICATION used gamification mechanisms to induce participants' involvement, as well as religion. When designing the campaign, the PR company personalized the application interface and even game mechanics: atheists got a different form of gameplay than believers, who in turn were targeted according to their faith, views and lifestyle. There were more such
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personalizations. The use of the image of deceased family members of the APPLICATION's users went so far — it was written in the press. Mateusz rejected this thought. What would it mean? A man who claimed to have been knowingly obtaining information on the Internet was cheated? Was he hacked? That democracy has been hacked? That free will was not free will? That his future was hacked? This is ridiculous! He thought, waving a red umbrella in front of the bank. He'll get 15FP for it. Mate was fired. The bank took the house and the car. The American dream has become a nightmare. He was looking for a job again.
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BREXIT — Russian Connection — oil on canvas, 2019
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I'm watching you — pozdrowienia z Zengzou, 2020
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“Where are we going?” He asked as she opened the driver's door. “Wherever you want. Today you decide.” She smiled indulgently. “Get in. From the other side,” she prompted. He lowered his head and obediently walked around May’s SUV. She waited with well-concealed tension to see if her companion could cope with taking a seat in the vehicle, but fortunately he found a door handle without a problem. Only then did she sit on the driver's seat. Mark followed rather stiffly and carefully copied her movement as she closed the car door. “Why in this?” He looked wistfully at the dilapidated pick-up parked next to him. “Can't we take that?” “We can't take someone else's car.” May put on her sunglasses, started the engine, and as the car rolled out of the parking lot outside the institute, she asked: “And what's wrong with mine?” “He has no past, he replied, choosing his words carefully. “It's not new, if that's what you mean. Anyway, everything has a past.” “Except for me”, he noted, and May seemed to feel regret in his words.
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“Don’t worry about it.” She nodded to the familiar security guard in the gatehouse. While they were waiting for the gate to open, she changed the subject: “What would you like to see?” The passenger pondered even more. Although they left the base on the shores of a dry lake, he remained silent. May thought he was hanging up, because he stared as hypnotized at the desert landscape cut by the gray thread of the highway behind the windshield. “Mark?” She urged him. “I ‘m analyzing the available options” he replied. “And what do these analyses indicate?” She asked mockingly. “To Badwater Springs.“ She frowned. “To what?” She uttered. He hurried to explain, as if he thought she simply didn't understand. “Town by the road number ninety-five, seventy kilometers from…” “I know that!” She interrupted him. “But why there?” “Because I can choose it” he said. She shrugged. “ You can also choose former Las Vegas” she snorted. “Or the old Hoover Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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dam.” “I chose Badwater Springs,” he confirmed. “Okay,” she murmured, wondering why Mark, having the opportunity to explore what was left of the world's gambling capital, is choosing some boring town along the way. “So be it.” On the other hand, maybe it was better, she considered. It is less likely that something unforeseen will happen in a boring place, and although that was what the whole trip was about, May preferred to avoid trouble. She turned up the volume on the radio, because Mark's silence began to bother her. The passenger, wide-eyed, absorbed the monotony of the landscape, a varied mosaic of abandoned settlements and almost extinct small towns. She did not think that the companion listened to the sounds coming from the loudspeaker, but when he suddenly revived during the weather forecast, she changed her mind. She heard the dust storm warning in the late evening, watching her companion out of the corner of her eye. “They predict the future” Mark spoke for the first time in a long time. “Yes, our best weather seers. Every day they look at the glass balls to predict the weather for a place where thirty years ago it stopped raining” she said with a sneer, not thinking that the mentee might not catch the irony in her words. Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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“What do you want to see in Badwater Springs?” “A parking lot for mobile homes - Gretta’s Mobile Home Park” the answer was given. May grunted in surprise. She didn't expect that. “Why exactly?” She asked, passing a truck. “Because there is a woman there” he replied. “Oh, and it's probably not one!” May barely suppressed a laugh. It was still missing that she became a witness of the ward's tryst with some unimpressed woman. “Do you know her?” “No. “Than why...” she started and paused to curse loudly, as the pickup truck braked in front of them to stop at the last moment on the side road. “How do you know about her?” “From Mrs. Lechacz.” Instinctively, she raised her eyebrows. What common topics could he have with one of the senior employees of the institutes cleaning team? This secret was not as intriguing to May as the fact that she had no idea about these contacts so far. “Are you in contact with Mrs. Lechacz?” Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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“Yes, often.” “About what exactly?” “About life. Your lives are very interesting.” Like hell, May thought, especially the life of Barbara Lechacz, but she didn't ask for anything else until Badwater Springs. The village turned out to be a mosaic of empty stops for houses on wheels; normal buildings in this city were a minority in a deplorable condition, as if it was planned to leave them as soon as the last mobile apartment left. “Well, I wonder how you’ll find her” May sneered when they reached Gretta’s Mobile Home Park, showing with her head the mobile shacks of different sizes and colors. “It's a bit left here.” “I’ll ask the manager” Mark replied and got out of the car without waiting for the guardian. “You're making up, dude, “May murmured, and watched the pupil approach the nearest shack, disappear for a moment, and reappear in the company of a squat guy with Indian features. She slammed the car door and walked over to the men as the manager pointed at one of the mobile homes in the back with a thick finger. Mark thanked him and, without looking at the guardian, moved in the direction indicated. The Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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Indian gave May an inquisitive look and was about to return to his place, but she stopped him with a question: “Who was he asking about?” A puzzled expression of surprise crossed the manager's face. “About Gina. You both came to her, didn't you?” “He came to her, not me, “May corrected. “Who is this one?” The Indian shrugged. “A Fortuneteller.” Seeing May open her eyes wide, he added: “Cards, lines on the hand and stuff. Show her a photo and she will tell you your fate or find the missing person. I don't believe it, but it even works.” “Oh shit,” May said and, without thanking for the information, she quickly followed the pupil, cursing Lechacz’s and all the superstitions of this world. “Mark, wait!” She couldn't stop him. He didn't even look back, though he must have heard the call. Embarrassed, she ran up and thumped on Gina's door. An obese, white woman of about sixty, hiding an excess of the body under a baggy dress in bright opened the door in serpentine patterns. “I accept one by one!” She hissed and slammed the door with a flourish. May cursed loudly and walked down the stairs to sit helplessly on the first Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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step, mechanically reach into the bag for a bottle of water, unscrew it and put it to her mouth. She knew one thing: she can't include it in the report. Staring at the dust covering her sneakers, she cursed the professor and his idea of letting the protégés into the world. She would probably prefer Mark to have a brothel drive; she would have less remorse. “Is something wrong with your friend?” She raised her head slowly. The manager looked down at her, wiping sweat from his forehead with a plump, hairy forearm. Pensive, she did not notice his arrival. “No, she answered reluctantly and, as it seemed, extremely dry. “Apart from going to the fortuneteller, he's alright.” The guy did not give up, since he already got out of the office in such heat. “But his face” here he spread his fingers and made a gesture as if sliding them over his face from top to bottom “is so stiff. If it wasn't for talking like a human to me, I would think it was some broken sex robot.” May got up and brushed her ass with her free hand, avoiding looking at the stupid smug smile. “And what would a robot look for from a fortuneteller?” She snapped, searching for a credible explanation in her mind. “And this stiffness is after Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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a stroke. It's not your business anyway.” “Stroke? Such a young guy?” The manager became serious at once. “Lousy times.” He shook his head in disbelief. May, just in case, went the other way, taking a nervous walk back and forth along the cracked asphalt along a row of wheeled houses, regardless of the heat pouring from the sky. What did Lehcacz tell Mark? And where did he get the money from? She imagined how the pupil sits rigidly at a rickety table, and how a fat woman unfolds cards in front of him, trying to read the emotion of the face of an unusual client at any cost to read some emotion that will give sense to an accidental hand. I wonder if Gina is a good fortuneteller. If she bodes from his hand, she will immediately see who he is, or rather who she is not dealing with. And if she really knows her business, then… “She won't let the customer out of her hands,” May said loudly, crushing the empty bottle in her hands. “And she’ll put putty on him.” “What putty?” Mark's words behind her surprised her so much that she almost jumped. “Oh, it is You finally” She turned on her heel. “Did you find out something you didn't know about before?” Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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“I learned the future” he admitted. “You don’t say!” May grabbed his elbow and forced him to follow her. “You know what? After all I have to drink.” “Alcohol?” He asked and recalled: “We were passing a bar.” “Water.” She sighed ostentatiously. “I'm gonna melt.” “At thirty-three degrees in the shade, you're more likely to have a stroke.” May released his elbow. “That's right” she muttered. “To the car, Mark.” They backed away a block and parked in front of the kennel housing of the unnamed bar. Inside, they found several empty tables, a jumble of chairs, a daub pretending to be Indian handicrafts on the walls, inefficient air conditioning, and a jamming vending machine with fastfood drinks. They sat cautiously away from the kitchen, by the door. After placing the order, tired May turned to Mark sideways and stared at the windows, sipping a sugarless cola with a strange taste without a word. “Are you mad at me,” Mark broke the silence. She went silent for a moment. “Not really” she finally said. “Rather with myself. I should not agree to this.” “But you said I could choose. So I chose.” Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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She turned and looked into the companion’s honest face. Goddamn it, she thought, he can't be dishonest. We didn't teach him to lie, neither should I. “You see, she said reluctantly. “It's not like that. I... I have to give a thorough report on our trip. Nobody told you that, but what you chose, how you behaved off-base depends whether you fly or not. What have you all chosen, because such a trip will take place, or each of you has already taken it. And, you understand, it's difficult... For me. She set the mug on the counter and began to turn it over in her hands. “Because if I describe your feat, then... Well, I'm pretty sure you won't fly. They will reject you. And they will fly me after the bonus, she added in her mind. “I already know that,” he said suddenly. “Whence?” “She prophesied it to me.” “Mark, don’t fuck with me. They will reject you not because some haunted woman said so, but because you went to ask her. Understand?” “No.” May pursed her lips because she noticed a waitress leaving the kitchen over his shoulder. Anyway, what was she supposed to say? That a technologically advanced android, that he is, supposed to represent humanity in space and Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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should not believe in superstition? Instinctively, she shook her head until the old Metys with skin already covered with a dense mesh of wrinkles, put a plate in front of May with two vegetarian tamales sunk in uninteresting bean mash, she asked: “Something's wrong?” Before May could open her mouth, Mark said: “Everything's okay.” The woman raised her eyebrows a bit and for longer than she should, she looked at the visitor, apparently surprised by the natural sound of his voice. “And for you nothing, are you sure?” She asked. “Thank you, I'm on a diet “he quoted the excuse of his caretaker from a moment ago. “But a cup of water, please. “Why do you need this water?” May asked as the waitress disappeared into the kitchen. “For you, he explained.” After this set you will definitely want to drink. “The fucking clairvoyant,” she sneered. He took her words seriously. “No, he replied. “I just know the facts. A matter of experience and familiarity.” Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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“That’s right. Do you know how the fortunetellers do it? Human problems are all the same. To predict what will result from them, all you need is intuition and experience. And you already have a divination.” “My problems are not ‘all the same’” he noted. “It can't work as you say.” May stopped the fork halfway to her mouth, taking the usual statement for malice. “Will you let me eat?” She said irritably. “And think?” He nodded. He smiled at the waitress, thanking her for the water. The woman looked at him again curiously, but not as a man worthy of lust, but rather as at someone dressed in a quilted jacket in the current heat. May knew what was going on and what was beginning to bother her now: a man would scratch his ear, tapping the rhythm of the song in the background with his fingers, or comfortably stretch his legs in a long seat. Mark just sat and stared as she eats, this time he even ignored the local radio weather forecast with another announcement of the dust storm. Where he was supposed to go, these involuntary human reflexes were not needed, so none of the designers wasted time equipping them, like common entertainment androids, more or less successfully imitating people. “I know,” she said finally, reaching for a cup of water. “We'll start again. We Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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forget about the fortuneteller, I will not mention it to anyone. We're going to Vegas, you'll see the largest ghost town in the world and you'll be delighted, do you hear me? And when you return, you will tell the professor how a visit to this pathetic place made you think deeply and inspired you to look for a new home for humanity. And you can go on this damn mission, Mark, because I'm not going to lose the bonus because of you. Do you understand?” “Okay,” he said after a moment of hesitation. She finished the rest of the water and rose from the couch. “Okay,” she said. “And now I'm going to the bathroom and you'll wait for me to come back.” “Okay,” he repeated. When she pushed the toilet door, it occurred to her that the pupil, however, knew how to lie like he was lying to the waitress, but that this model was not equipped with the option of“ passing the truth”, she did not care too much. Even when she came out of the bathroom and saw Mark's empty place, she decided that, to avoid the inquisitive waitress's questions, he’d moved to the car. “Where's my friend?” She asked, pouring another portion of fake cola. “He thanked me and left,” The Metys woman replied. “He said you’d pay.” She settled the bill, bought another bottle of water and left, but she didn't Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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find the person in the passenger seat or anywhere near the car, although she went round the bar. What would Mark look in the back? A real guy could just go and pee, but an artificial astronaut? Embarrassed, she returned to the restaurant and looked into the men's toilet, then, notwithstanding the protests of the waitress and the curse of the cook, she ran into the back room, but the pupil seemed to dissolve in the air. It wasn't until she was asked in swear words to leave the bar, with shaken hands she reached for her smartphone and, holding her breath, launched the locating application. She took a deep breath: Mark hadn’t gone far. A red tear pointed to Gretta's Mobile Home Park. She had no idea what for, but he seemed to have returned to the fortune teller on foot. With a complaint sure, she muttered under her nose, turning the key in the oldfashioned ignition. Raising a cloud of dust, she stopped in front of Gina's mobile home. Impetuously, she jumped two steps and banged her fist on the door. The fairy lifted them but did not undo the chain. “What?” she snapped, sending a furious glance of one eye through the gap in her direction. May took a breath. “Let him out,” she demanded. Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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“What?” “He has to go out or you'll have federals on your head!” “For what?” The eye took on a truly surprised expression. “Who has to go out?” “You do not know? What kind of fortuneteller are you?” “Screw you.” Gina slammed the door and did not open it, even though the intruder knocked on it once, twice and even three times. “I'm calling the cops!” The fortuneteller bellowed from inside. “Great!” May shouted back. “I’ll report them the misappropriation of government property!” Having achieved nothing, she ran down the stairs and began to circle the house and climbing on her fingers, look into the windows for racing with Gina, closing the curtains. She did not notice Mark, but she did not give up. The escapee could have crouched on the floor in a position where, when deactivated, he was to take a forty-year flight to a substitute for Earth. She returned to the car and, leaning her hip against the bonnet in a place where she had a good view of Gina's door, again checked Mark's location, but the app invariably indicated that the mentee was a few steps away. What could he mean? Why’s the idiot Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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trying to escape? They didn't program him like that. Now it wasn't about whether the bastard would fly or not, it was gone. She was more afraid of damage or destruction of the copy entrusted to her, because Mark-9 class astronauts were not cheap. Exhausted, she shouted at the closed door: “Mark, I'm waiting!” Nobody said anything. May thought she should really call security from the base, but she was still under the illusion of getting along alone. After all, damn it, Mark has to go out someday, after all, to the cramped one, she can't dare to ridicule in front of her friends that much. Unable to bear the heat from the sky, she returned to the car. She was just going to wait with the engine running, enjoying the benefits of air conditioning, but the heat had effectively exhausted her patience. Annoyed, she pressed the horn. One, two, three. She trumpeted until someone rumbled the window with his fist. She turned her head and saw the furious parking manager. She opened the window. “Please stop it, the man bellowed.” What's that supposed to mean? “She is holding my friend.” She nodded at Gina's house. “How?” He frowned even more. “You left together.” “But he came back, she replied without going into details.” “I would have seen him. And I haven't.” Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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“Man, are you staring at the window all the time?” She sneered. “Almost. “He shook his head and then nodded. “Although practically so.” “And I think you agreed with this witch. I can't move a step without Mark”. “I'm calling the sheriff,” he announced. “She was supposed to do it twenty minutes ago” May snorted. “We don't have our own. He’s forty minutes away, so he’ll be here soon, assuming he came right after the call.” The manager waved a finger and left. “Please behave, okay?” May behaved for the next half hour, struggling to ram Gina's kennel with her car. She did not do it with fatigue, but following good advice, she did not believe that the fortune teller had actually called the police. Before the sheriff's deputy from Beatta arrived, she drank all the water and almost depleted the car's links. She got out as soon as she saw the police car turning into the square, surprised to find that Gina had called the cops. The insolent woman was stubborn or maybe... Maybe it was a bad sign. Stepping from foot to foot, she watched the cop talk to the manager, then returned to the vehicle and slowly rolled toward her. “You’re a scientist from Groom Lake,” the deputy sheriff noticed when the QR code scan from the smartphone of May was displayed on the work pad. Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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She confirmed, showed Mark's locating application and described the whole event, gesturing nervously. The officer, though young, had little energy. He kept his face as stony as if he got such reports everyday, or he belonged to the Mark-9 series himself. “What does this robot look like? “He finally asked. The cop's phlegmatic acting irritated no less than the whole situation. “Like an average white man in his thirties,” May said. “Maybe something more?” “Do you recall the first people who walked on Mars?” “No.” “I thought so.” She grimaced and sank her eyes on her smartphone, searching for the right photo on the network, then put the display under the cop's nose. “Oh, this one. He looks like that.” “Okay,” he replied, the way Mark used to agree. “Please wait in the car.” He started toward Gina's door, but when he set foot first, he stopped suddenly and turned his head, asking: “Do you have the rest of that crew too?” “Not only that, she replied mockingly. “We also have the rest of the Martian crews, the ground crew doubles from that period and a copy of the first dog that flew to the Red Planet. Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020
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There was a mocking, crooked smile on his lips. He's not a robot, she thought. “Why so many?” He asked. “To select the best.” “I’m not surprised somebody finally run away” he murmured and knocked on Gina's door. She didn’t follow the policeman's instructions and stayed out of the car. Despite the heat, she waited outside. When he finally appeared back on the doorstep, alone, she couldn't stop the curse. She ran and stood in his way. “And?” She urged. “Nobody's there,” he said. “Please leave or I'll shut you up.” “And the application?” She raised her voice. “The precepts are a dog?” “Please go back to the car and restart it” he advised dryly. “It's useless.” She didn't move. “Have you looked in the bathroom? The wardrobes?” “Are you kidding me?” He narrowed his eyes. “Haven't you figured out that he removed the locator?” “From his brain?” She snapped. “Then maybe you are a machine?” The cop looked more like a man with every angry word. “Maybe the device indicates your location? I will say one last
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time: please leave or you will spend the night in custody in Beatty.” May stifled another curse, she got into the car and drove away, stirring up clouds of dust. She parked under the bar without a name and dialled her supervisor's number.” “Well, I knew that this copy would cut a number,” said the professor, after hearing the whole story. “Don't move, I’ll send you Sanders.” “Another fucking clairvoyant.” May snorted into the phone as he hung up. “Open the divination room next to Gina, asshole!” She dropped the smartphone on the passenger seat and rested her forehead on the steering wheel. She didn't have to be clairvoyant to know that she would not only not earn the bonus, but would be the laughing stock of the entire institute. She did not have to wait for the military helicopter with Sanders' people as long as for the deputy sheriff. She bravely endured the lieutenant's malice, watching with satisfaction how his people were rummaging Gina's kennel, almost breaking it down, and the pacified fortune teller herself, red with rage, mumbling something under her nose, probably casting charms on the soldiers. Sanders shouted at them every moment, unnecessarily, because they were in a hurry, intending to return to the base before the impending weather change. Finally, a dark-skinned lieutenant appeared at the door of Gina's house,
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clouding over the sky over Badwater Springs. “You got your damn signal. It was under the bed.” He raised a hand, revealing a small square plate hanging on one of his fingers with a colorful emblem of some electronics company. It looked like a simple key ring. “You know what the fuck it means?” “That someone helped him.” May swallowed hard, reaching out for the object. “Someone turned off his locator and connected the signature to this device. Someone but not me.” “It will turn out,” the soldier muttered, hiding the key ring in his hand before May could touch it. “So when did this guy evaporate?” “About three hours ago, she replied, glancing at her watch at the screen of the smartphone.” “Yeah.” Sanders pouted. “This artificial dodger has three hours of advantage over us, the inactive locator and a storm on his side that will fucking slow us down. How do I know where the bastard has gone?” “Ask this woman” May nodded at mumbling Gina, who was led by two soldiers back to her mobile apartment “you’ll find out.” The lieutenant shrugged, not counting much. “Because this haunted woman is colluding with a modern android costing
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more than all the kennels in this square put together?” He smiled ironically. “No. Because she is a fortuneteller” she replied quite seriously. “You her a picture, and she’ll tell you you’re your fortune and find the missing android”. And at that time she really didn't see any obstacles to believing it.”
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*** A rebellion young, fierce, defiant — will burn at the stake of conformism. Haunted text, the one that gave hope which confirmed the rightness, already start to hurt. Which marked out and brightened the road better, once already more enlightened. And he dispelled doubts then. Go and fuck yourself prophet. We will not change the world in the heat of revolution, we don't know each other anymore.
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A man and... a man walked and wandered he was looking for a god but he was only human he thought — he had this gift it brought him closer to divinity and to be an alien a man was resting he got tired earlier he liked resting he decided to never get tired again just resting as much as possible a man was getting bored he wasn't happy and he wasn't well he wanted to get tired again and then rest but he was too lazy
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*** A spark A glimmer A labyrinth A skylight in the swamps Nothing is for sure
*** smoke — the piles are burning, the inquisition is playing — no wizards
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POETRY
Adam Michniewicz
The oath I vow you love loyalty and honesty in health and disease in wealth and poverty and maybe especially then when there is no reciprocity
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Adam Michniewicz
it would be better it would be better for you not to come then I wouldn't change my mind about you and although I haven't changed my mind about you it would be better for me if you didn't come
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GALLERY Piotr Pasiewicz [part 4]
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Piotr Pasiewicz


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PROSE SECTION Edited by Łucja Lange JULIA KACPERCZYK
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Julia Kacperczyk Scoliosis
I don't know how long I stayed in such an awkward posture. Leaning over
a textbook on anatomy, or maybe Grochowiak's poetry, I steadfastly ignored the pain that slammed into my bones. As it later turned out, it wasn't just those on the back. A colorful cube standing on my desk, as well as a white one with twenty-one eyes... both wanted to fix it all. In addition to words in the wind, I also cast my own bones*. The tibia, the temple, the sternum. The ribs had lost their value a long time ago, they had nothing to protect, so I got rid of all twelve pairs last summer and never regretted it. I remember how they were cracking under the weight of the train in which she was going at the sea.
These new ones (they grew up just after the sale of the last pair of her glass
pants) also ceased to please me anymore. I'm not sauntering anymore. Sometimes I just get up from an armchair to go to the window, light a cigarette andstare at people a little. Sometimes I also shake my hand to throw a dice instead of a coin. Fate, that little whore, always surprises me: I cast the die, add and subtract the number of black dots, and thus choose to eat toast with cucumber or an egg for dinner but she never gives me what I want. The worst
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Julia Kacperczyk
thing is that I never have the ingredients. Because who eats three-glass wine soup with eight grains of rice? I don't even know how it tastes, so far I didn't want to boil water specially for a few white grains, so I usually just open the bottle and down it. However, what a relief it was when a sour fugitive climbed the stairs to my flat with the sunrise. Coincidence is both my Arch Enemy and my Friend at the same time. They walk together with Fate right under my balcony; there’s a rumor that they have a board in our basement, right at the very end, in a narrow cell with purple walls. And I can believe it, although I still don't know why I always lose this unpopular block in polka dots before leaving home.
*Comment form translator: In Polish there are two word games — the first describes situation when someone is not trustworthy. The second is about risking everything but the dice in Polish has another meaning — a bone. This part of text refers to both of those sayings, is artistic compilation of them. Unfortunately it is untranslatable without changing the meaning dramatically.
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Mega*Zine Lost&Found #27/2020 PROPHECY [out]RODUCTION Strange time has come. I can't say I didn't expect it. I am not saying that I predicted such events either... So the Lost formula is changing slightly again. This time I gave up photos, I put on works that are suitable for infinite predictions and prophecies. This issue is dominated by Piotr Pasiewicz's works that will allow you to play guesses. Apart from them, there were futuristic paintings by Daria Solar and masks by Marcin Urzędowicz, who is creating masks under the PREPOSTEVOLUTION project. The issue was completed by poetry and three stories. I planned interviews and an article for you, but I finally came to the conclusion that the worth of these materials to everyone „AFTER", may be negligible. The world will change — we can be sure of that. You will meet the next issue in the autumn. Materials should be sent now... We don't know what awaits us... OUR FANPAGE OUR WEBSITE
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The issue was prepared by: TEXTS: Piotr Kasperowicz, Łucja Lange POLISH PROOF-READING: Łucja Lange ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS: Łucja Lange PROPHECY ENGLISH PROOF-READING: Ed VISUAL WORKS: Łucja Lange