Chapter 30

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Gotham City.

Arkham.

Pamela walked from side to side in her garden for a long time. Nothing could calm her. She didn't know why. But her heart was not calm.

This lasted more than a week. Then the convoy came to her and escorted her to the psychologist's office. In principle, this was a typical practice for this establishment. And once a week, sometimes every two weeks, she went to the same office to see Dr. Strange. True, this man was transferred to Bellerive, not for long, as they say. Because there is a rush of work. Now he is being replaced by an intern who was personally appointed by the doctor.

She didn't even remember his name. A young man of about twenty-five, at the most, was rather inexperienced in conversations, compared to his teacher. And after five minutes of unhurried conversation, I dumped the news that the whole of Gotham already knew. Her beloved Isaac was killed in a plane crash.

She couldn't say anything. She only had tears of bitterness and resentment at fate flowed in a stream. She listened and listened to the intern. And then she asked permission to retire to her place. The trainee was a little surprised, but gave the go-ahead.

She went to the farthest corner of her garden and fell on the thick grass, bursting into tears.

The one who accepted her for who she is. He loved her in his own way, even if not only her. But she didn't care about that Catherine. And now she didn't even have that. So, what is next?

The chest pain was immense.

And emptiness ... it was not ... emptiness was not, although it should have been. After all, he "died". But she was not there. A coal of warmth smoldered inside her.

She herself did not understand how she could be so stupid and blind. After all, the obvious was on the surface, but at first she ignored it, forgot about it.

At the last meeting during a passionate kiss with Isaac, she, without telling him, implanted the "seed" of one of her rare plants through her mouth, which was actually a bug, which conveyed information about the state and location of the object to her. And the object was alive. At least for now. If he died, the seed would die a couple of days after that. And the disaster happened more than two weeks ago. The response was weak, but it was. Because of the distance, she could not feel him so well and understand what state he was in. But in her heart the hope for the future settled again.

She wiped away her tears and sat in the lotus position, beaming with a smile.

She understood one more thing. The trainee told her so immediately for a reason. He had some kind of plan, or whoever told him to do it. Perhaps someone wants to check her mental sanity. But for what?

She thought about this question for a long time. But she could not find an answer until I remembered Isaac again.

"… You need to fit into the society. Not to bend, but to fit in, as Penguin did. Everyone knows that he is a gangster and far from an honest person who at one time spoiled bloodshed and Bettsu, but nevertheless he is also a respected person ... Find something through which you can put pressure on the public. Make them acknowledge themselves! "

He was right! - Pamela thought to herself and already began to calculate possible soon meetings with the trainee.

She will circle everyone around her finger and come out of Arkham with documents on the "cure" and will be already next to her beloved. And let this Catherine go n *** r!

Somewhere, no one knows where.

A sixteen-year-old guy with thick glasses and a crazy expression was actively scribbling something on the computer.

He didn't go outside for a long time, his stomach was growling, but he worked furiously and was not distracted.

It would seem like an ordinary schoolboy who just loves to sit at the computer. But no, there are no such gray-haired and strange schoolchildren.

Suddenly, for a "schoolboy", the same-looking boy entered the room, only with an ordinary appearance and a bored face, in whose hands there were a couple of bags of food. It was difficult to say what race and nationality he was, but slanted eyes and small stature were traced.

- Again ?! How much can you do? - Launched the newcomer. - When will you come to your senses. Your friends Gods from reality №3423.22 already ridicule you because of your "System"!

- Fuck off. Let me eat it better. I have a game here. Something at object # 00233156 in experimental world # 1282 hurts, everything is getting better. It pisses me off. Too easy. But I even, out of my own stupidity, offered him a pair of pianos. And he has already given some of the promised.

- Well, it's good that at least someone feels good about this crap! - the boy grimaced. - When I was one of your first victims, do you know how much you suffered?

- You are now the right hand of the God of Games!

Bang!

- Ay! It is blasphemy to beat God in the head with a bottle of ... A-ah-ah-ah! My beer! You are a barbarian!

- And you moron! I'm saying the fuck are you making it hard for him?

- It is necessary!

- What for? Otherwise I'll pour all the beer down the toilet right in front of your eyes. And I will not let him suck from there, like last time. Until it leaked into the dimension of House 2.

- And where does House 2? - God was sincerely surprised.

- Because already most of the gods of many realities and universes are tired of listening to the prayers of people that this sharashka would be closed. And they put both producers and presenters and participants in a separately created world that is located under the World of the Gods.

- Why didn't you destroy it?

- Yes, they tried! A dozen Dark Gods were sent there at once, but ...

- But ?! Don't be too tense, come on!

- They "found their love" !. In general, these n *** s now hang out with each other and do not want to return.

- Yeah, mmm. And you call me cruel!

- You are not cruel, you ... - the boy accidentally waved his hand with a beer towards the computer.

And of course it was short-circuited.

- Aa-a-a-aa! - Shouted already both the God of Games and his right hand - What have you done, bastard?

- Forgive me by accident.

- Call Poseidon! We need to put it out. It's a Divine Device!

After half an hour of screams, obscenities and screams, obscenities and again Poseidon's screams, this small fire was extinguished.

- Bli-i-i-in. - stretched out wearily gray-haired. - If you believe what is written here, then the damage hit the "System" quite hard.

- I.e? - already lying on the floor and without opening his eyes asked the Asian.

- Random amendments were made to the "System". Well, there, added new tasks, and more moments related to the character's interface ... If you do not fix this, then he will receive SUCH a bunch of problems in the future that even I will be ashamed of it.

- Is it that bad?

- Not! You go to Hephaestus and buy parts. I'm going to roll up the list now. And go to Themis with Fatumaria. Let them come to me, their help will be needed. And then, I feel, not only this one will have problems with life in his little world. The entire system was damaged. And this needs to be corrected. The work is not difficult. But some points cannot be changed for him.

- For instance? - the Asian got up and looked at the monitor. - W-w-w-what ???

- Here I am about the same ...

To be continued…