Yokher PokherAll times between universes - ebook

Yokher Pokher

All times between universes

...If you wield Yokher in the game, you are as much the ruler of the game as if you were just that ... However, "as if" should not blind your eyes. However, "as if you were" can be misleading....

and it's grossly misleading....

Introduction. What happened in the year 9999 ?

The year is 2024... Yes, that's a fact. And all the kids are long asleep... However, 7975 years ahead a story is already being written . For now, it's only being written in our dreams, but it's about to happen....

A boy shuffling cards discovered an unexpected card, which was a Yokher. It was inconspicuous, yet stood apart from the entire deck in size and differed in appearance. There was something strange about it . It was metal, and the Yokher did not resemble the kind of character one plays cards with every day. It was enchanted, and the inscription moved mechatronically like an engine. And it didn't say "Joker" - the card had the inscription Yokher.

"A card of fate," he thought. An enchanted card that changed his fate. When he looked at it, it swirled and

    revealed to him the gates to the future, which he entered through a passage of clandestine gravity. Being already a big boy, he entered by some miracle a small space. A space between a card that pulled him into its interior. And a glow! The card and the boy disappeared , closing the space-time continuum. He wandered for a long time in dimensional passages, when he arrived in 9983, the year his fate changed. He lost his previous life. He died or the breath that existed in him disappeared . He also lost his memory and could not remember it under any circumstances. The so-called space between gravity, or Fata, could not be violated when someone begins a new chapter in life. September 19 was the day of his birth, the birth of 9983. The year of his new incarnation.

One day, one year and actually one

 day 9999, right, right... not such a typical time

   -this is its time 19.09.9999.This is when time and the universe divided into times and worlds belonging to a given time and common history... All times between universes, the power of which could only be controlled by the ruler of the game. It meant that the galaxy made a peace pact and all planets and roads between galaxies were opened and free. Yes the entire universe stands open, as well as time. Changing the ruler of the game is a popular intergalactic bet for the bold. It's all about embracing the best possible business and becoming a screw-up to the max. All roads and tricks allowed... The dice have been thrown... Mechatronic eyes are already opening all space today....

 Meet a boy named Yokher. He was named so by his parents for traditional reasons in the modern era. The Pokher family chooses quite individually personalized names for family members.

 After an unfortunate accident in which he lost his father, his mother fell into a deep depression, which put him in the care of his grandmother - a ridiculous and cranky old woman. The boy's mother Bakara couldn't pull herself together after losing her husband , and Yokher reminded her of her husband, making her suffer even more. But it wasn't about her son. She was simply depressed. She really wanted her husband Ruller to return. Anyway, she visited Yokher, and he visited her.

 There will be no exaggeration in this. They were brought together by real magic. It was as if a magical love clock had mesmerized these two. Ruller truly was the love of her life. Like a snuffy scent stimulating the senses of two lovers who relish each other.

  Previous relationships somehow didn't work out. They never had that intergalactic attraction. Always after the initial fascination everything broke down. All that was left were tears and a sense of failure.

 When she met Ruller on Shaturna it immediately became clear to her that this was the man she wanted to start a family with. He had something about him that inspired her confidence. Both

were very young and wanted to travel through the universe together.

 The following months of their acquaintance made it clear that her first impression did not disappoint. She could rely on Ruller in any situation. He was a true support for her. Shy and withdrawn by nature, she felt twice as strong with him . And with each month her confidence grew.

  She felt very happy when Ruller proposed to her. The two of them even stood under the mission-swearing oath of intergalactic attraction and said YES to each other ! Another moment she will never banish from her memory was the birth of Yokher. It was their secret dream. They both always wanted to have a full family. When it came true, they felt very happy. They believed that a good future awaited them.

   Unfortunately, her husband's sudden split caused their love clock to violently and instantly stop beating.... In an instant Bakara lost all support, her future and was left alone with her boy. She felt like everything good and beautiful had been sucked into a black hole.

  She was not proud of it, but she could not cope with the death of her husband. He died, by the way, because he was disintegrated in an experiment , but more about that later. Bakara fell into a deep depression. The first months after his death were shrouded in a black fog of oblivion. The same images kept shifting in front of her eyes , which only

intensify the already nightmarish pain, which with its force could lead to the annihilation of several planets.

  Every day looked the same. The first thing she saw when she woke up was a white ceiling. A white square! Literally!ilk seconds later the realization of what had happened came back to her . It took away her strength to live. Every day was a struggle to get out of bed, eat something, prepare her son breakfast for school. However, there were times when she was only able to stare dully at the wall. She forgot about the reality around her.

Therefore, Bakara finally decided to put her son in the care of his grandmother. Even though the old woman was peculiar and highly confused, she was still able to take better care of her grandson than she could. Although she got out of bed every day, ate and knew what planet she was on.

 Yokher deeply hid his feelings. He never showed his mother how hard it was for him. He knew that additional burdens would only make her condition worse. The death of his father and his mother's depression. This is what caused the boy to have to grow up as fast as virtual keys open a new reality.

 That's why he was so excited about the possibility of going to the Intergalactic School "of all times between universes. He knew that surrounded by the inhabitants of a planet his own age, at least for a while he would be able to forget the overwhelming reality. It was truly a horrible, embarrassing and overwhelming memory. When he started to think about his father's death it was as if it was

 further impossible. He wanted so badly to get back to them, no matter what galaxy he was in or worse how many as a divergent . Even though he knew that the odds of this were like winning at Telpotrox , he still did not give up hope. He believed that at school he would learn how to Undo the splitter and bring him back to reality.

The nearly 100-year-old grandmother, due to her age and poor education, intellectually already somewhat limited, used her own language, characteristic only of her, and claimed that she was the only one who "DRIVEN NORMAL" in the whole family.

 According to her, the imperative of life and survival was "EAT AND DRIVE." The boy, however, wanted more from life than just satisfying his natural physiological needs.

  The grandmother's simplicity was sometimes annoying and sometimes disjointed. Phrases such as "IF IT'S COLD, THEN DO IT, AND IF IT'S HOT, THEN DO IT " -.

They always made him laugh. He loved the old quirky woman with all his heart, but he became increasingly annoyed with her reducing his existence to mundane, mundane activities.

– I AM tonight relieved of the OBLIGATION to take care of you," she communicated, pulling a red orange net over her head to hold back her already severely thinning hair shot into wire rollers.

– And who is taking over OBVIOUSLY, may we know? -

He knew his mother was coming, but wanting to know his grandmother's information, he fooled around a bit.

– Super, I'll be happy. I missed it.

–  Yes, you will have the whole three days with your mother... To me you probably won't come back. My CZAZ is coming to an end.

– And then what?

–   Well, what do you mean? DRIVE ready. GO to school. And by the way, you will learn EVERYTHING at home," said the grandmother. However, no one was waiting for him on the spot, so he went to his room to greet the old corners. Suddenly he heard his mother loudly tearing up, squawking moaningly. He rushed out of his room on the first floor. Walking downstairs, he saw some virtual cards in the shape of hearts penetrate the window. In addition to the hearts, some drone-controlled mini-presenters also penetrated . Outside the window stood their old neighbor, terribly upset.

– What the hell is this? WaaRAaaa, get all this garbage out of here and don't ever invade me again!

– Come on, Bakara! So many years have passed, you deserve it!

– I told you, Hans, there is no way! We have nothing to talk about !

 Yokher entered the flimsy battlefield, where Bakara was pushing away all the cards and packages that wouldn't budge from her.

– May I know what is going on here? - he asked irritably.

– Yes. Mr. Hans, our neighbor, is pusillanimously courting me !

– That what? After all, we are supposed to find the father!

– He won't get anything! And he's on his way out!

– I will keep trying until I succeed! - shouted Hans.

– Can't you hear? Please leave our area!

 Hearing Yokher, he moved out of their garden, as he was not even allowed into the house. However, the teleport and muchang worked, and anyone could send whatever they wanted to the teleport .

– STOP! - shouted Bakara at all the gifts. - The cards fell to the floor... However, you can also turn on the password protection and everything unauthorized falls out. They did not speak to each other with their mother and Yokher moved upstairs to sleep.

Muchang was a means of intergalactic communication, verbal and intellectual, operating in space via the Internet. Fairies, trolls or other inventions were responsible for security and ensuring the use of the muchang portal, by which they asked everything and everywhere in conversation . And they were such a personal consultant . There were a lot of other personalities closely involved in conversations or operation of chat rooms and other muchangu resources, which polished individuals.

They reigned ubiquitous fairy tales and on all planets, responsible for everything possible on the Internet. an they reigned ubiquitous fairy tales and on all planets, responsible for everything possible

   on the Internet.CEOs and all bosses lorded over Tronix devices.... Communications made robotic technology available . Everyone had robots at home with

Robotronix... They were able to buy keys to them that mimicked ever newer software. The Internet was finally intergalactic and Mechatronics Mechatronics....

   The red, vibrant rising sun, still summer sky spilled over the window of the mechatronic house. Everything in their home was automated, from appliances to computer gadgets. Through Komputronik's multiserver... Modern systems, such as gravity control, or Gravitronix, allowed remote management of the entire property. This was quite different from today's technology - all matters were handled by computers, controlled by hand gestures and eye movements, which allowed items to be moved around on a huge holographic screen. This was so because in the muchangu system one could half-really see the Computronic state and realistically, come what may , artificially touch the machine controlling whatever one happened to be operating.

Moreover, due to security concerns, no one but the person in question could see or touch what he or she was working on at the time.

 In a room on the Galactic Suspension Street , Yokher Pokher stood up, jumping off the bed, with his left foot. A bed that was levitating. In doing so, he poured himself from a glass of grape juice knocked off a table that levitated just like the bed into a shoe that was on the floor - not hanging in gravity. Drowsy as a son of a bitch, fully awake, mumbling under his breath some dialogue from a dream that was still stuck in his head, he pondered the following

     the course of events just dreamed up. His mind at night generated a grand tale of the land of all time between universes, in which only he who recognizes the secrets of his mind can reach its core . He was already contemplating his strategy for being the ruler of the game. Well, everyone wants to be cool. A sixteen-year-old even more so. He understood only that the road is winding, full of mazes, thoughts and emotions.

 Chosen ones with the right hierarchy of values to move from imagination to action were able to make the right decisions, allowing them to move between reality, the mind and the network of systems to save the future.

        The boy got dressed, stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself appreciatively. In the mirror he saw a boy with raven-black hair reaching all the way down to the ground. His thick stiff dreadlocks looked like a big tar waterfall. He dressed quite cosmically and elegantly; he was a gentleman, but also an athlete, playing telepotrox. He often wore a black jacket with gold elements in military style. An accessory to his outfit was always a gold signet ring. Such styling gave him class and confidence. Definitely. It also attracted the gazes of girls from different planets, but this he received as if as a gratis. He liked to look cosmically good and hoped that as the years went by he would not stop taking care of himself. He knew that the right look was capable of opening many doors. In each of all time.

The boy's outfit was in line with the latest intergalactic trends, but their home was anything but bizarre . After all, this house was designed by his

 His own father - an inventor and genius. Various strange objects floated in the air in all rooms . Such objects included, for example, wehibring wrenches, which repaired all the time what could possibly break down in the house - anticipating the breakdown in advance .

  Everything was mechanized. Moving around in this architectural prototype was also unusual, as there was an atmosphere similar to a wind tunnel - so the man just kept feeling like he was levitating. When the Internet beeped in the space, he was startled, but at the same time felt a growing

 excitement. Everyone had such a piece of junk as "Internet in space" in the year 9999. Also on the agenda were vehicles - teleporters controlled in every possible way: by thought, speech or movement.

In "space," or the Inter-Internet, which was displayed as a hologram, there was an announcement by the Great Inventor Hierarch van Timer about the recruitment of students for an intergalactic school called "All times between universes."

 Three days before the beginning of September, the unbearable summer heat was still being felt . First thing in the morning, in the pale dawn, at his headquarters on Time Gate Street, the neat, pedantic, focused and greedy Hierarch van Timer spoke in "space" to teenagers and those who would like to enroll their children in an intergalactic school.

In an official tone , he announced:

– We are opening the gates of the intergalactic future. We have the honor to start cooperating with the entire universe. For the current generation of young people, this is a great event. Don't worry about running out of room for someone, there is enough room for everyone. Every teenager will be welcomed and with a little good intentions will assimilate the science, and it's extraordinary, just," he suspended his voice, "intergalactic science. -

We are fast approaching the first ever school year of the Intergalactic School "All-Time Between the Universes"!!!

His voice grew louder and louder - the voice of the Great Inventor, the Director from planet Earth Hierarch van Timer, and in "space" one could see the route to get to the school: the entire universe and the individual thresholds of dimensions that opened under the deflection of gravity. And a list of buildings divided into castles, so that there were enough seats for everyone in the galaxy - not just the kids from Earth.

– We have discovered, together with other planets, a special Galaxy and have designated it for the construction of a school named after the intergalactic pact "All times between Universes." In exactly three days be ready and you will be transported to the "All times between Universes".

Yokher, filmed by the whole event, felt his pulse quicken and his heart almost want to jump out of his chest.

– After all, it is a cosmos! The real space! This is the first time I will find myself in space!

He rejoiced and jumped, expressing all his excitement.

Meanwhile, van Timer ' s statement was followed by an advertisement:

–  The Gate of Time Street is home to invention stores... Interested future students are invited to purchase vehicles that will make learning possible.

  In the virtual preview, he saw completely mechanized, fanciful, a bit like a dashing, several-story buildings, resembling colorful mushrooms with towers that housed everything that came to life in van Timer's improbable mind: from mechanical and electronic inventions from various fields of everyday life to miraculous sweets of various shapes, textures and unusual flavors, e.g. rubbery silver-luster lollipops with a delicate fruit-wood cannon, frosted with morning dew. These candies were a form of vaccine for various cosmic viruses. Toys and keys were a separate category. When activated, the keys floated in the air, visualizing objects and sometimes even entire buildings for which they were intended.

–  Mom, where will we get the money for all these inventions? School supposedly for everyone, but in order to learn in it , you need tools," returned a saddened Yokher

to his mother Bakara Pokherova, who had just brought him breakfast.

  Bakara looked at him with regret, but also with maternal tenderness. Until now, they had lived very modestly. Bakara, taking up casual jobs, did not earn much.

 Until her husband's death, she was mainly a homemaker. Suddenly her eyes shone.

– Your dad, before he died in that terrible accident at the factory, earned quite well and managed to put aside something for your education, and I didn't drain anything from that amount, even when it was very hard. It's high time to take a look at the Safeway.

–  Really? Moms, that's great! Every kid is probably already heading to that street from the commercial to get ready for school....

The mother pointed to a safe hidden in the closet....

–     Type "two five two pokher selection" and open - this is the password that your father came up with, constructing the vehicle that the Hierarch van Timer officially approved and then appropriated . If it weren't for the unfortunate space-splitting accident , your father would be alive, and so there's nothing left of him, not even a body to

respectfully bury. - A distraught Bakara struggled to hold back the tears flowing into her eyes.

 Yokher looked at her. His gaze also became somewhat glassy. He had missed his father a lot, and he missed him a lot

he missed. How much of this grief, but also anger sat inside him, he could not grasp on his own.

– Mom: What has already happened we will not change, we need to focus on the present and what is important now.

– I know, baby! I have to be strong for you! - As she hugged her son, Bakara recalled the wonderful moments spent with the most wonderful man she had ever met in her life : her father Yokher Ruller.

– For us mom, for our future! - Yokher typed the password, and all the winding cogs of the successive locks of the complicated mechanical-visual mechanism in the safe began to unlock. Some, opening their locks, resembled swaying trees, others stairs, and still others lions leading their herd. Finally, the letters lined up and the safe revealed the contents.

– So what, I guess we're going shopping after all? - Yokher

He took out one of the thick files of Kabbalah bills in disbelief . - There are about five hundred thousand Kabbalahs of this!

The Kabbalah has long been the currency of the entire world, recently approved as an intergalactic means of payment.

– I think you still need to learn the value of money. - Bakara, full of fear that this abundance of suddenly discovered funds would turn Yokher's head, grabbed him by the arm and looked at him. - Is he okay?

– Yes. We are ready! The only thing left to do is to wehikulate.

Wehikulation meant teleportation or other means of transportation as part of new technologies. Yokher was as winded as the safe in which the kabbalah was hidden.

Both felt excitement, though each perhaps for different reasons. Boarding a teleportation base, one of those located at almost every building, they typed in the street name with their thoughts and approved the reading with their index finger. The teleportation screen displayed the destination address. There was a huge crowd on the Gate of Time Street - feverish young people, along with their parents, pushed their way through as if in an amok, trying to push their way to the coveted stores. Mushroom-shaped buildings, however, as it turned out, did not quite represent mushrooms ....

– Oh, I get it now. Well, yes, virtual effects! - stated Yokher, looking at what resembled mushrooms in the

"space." In reality, they looked like mechatronic blocks in the shape of giant mushrooms. Well, maybe they weren't as fairy-tale-like as in the advertisement, but just as amazing... All in all, they were mushrooms, only that they were mechanical and certainly not meant for consumption, but different colored, with a metallic sheen.

– This neo-TV," Bakara noted with a laugh. She recalled that there used to be such a thing: receivers called televisions , which people used to watch movies and other programs interspersed with various commercials. - Everything always embellished and not entirely true.

– Well. - Confused, Yokher moved on to a task more attractive to him. - It's time to collect my Pokhera deck," he said to Machag, the communicator from the vehicle, opening a communication portal. The portal displayed before their eyes. In addition to mentally surfing the Internet suspended in space, they could also communicate with each other, send various photos, icons, videos and many other things, such as souvenirs or virtual cookies that could actually be eaten. Teleportation in space was in full swing. The Pokhera Talia called their group, whose leader was Yokher himself.

– It's about time. I call upon the deck of Pokher! I repeat: I summon the deck of Pokher! - he thundered like a boss, exercising himself as the ruler of the game.

– Talia reports! - replied a pleased Queener Shell, Kingerr Rots and Inerr Riner, devoted friends for years , neighbors from the street of Galactic Suspensions. Their names were not so coincidental after all. When they met Yokher, who already had that name, while still kids they asked their parents to change their names to form their Pokhera deck. However, the names remained and overall they continue to like them. They also carry some stories with them... The only thing missing from the close-knit pack that was about to embark on the adventure of their lives was Ashokera, who served as the Aserki in their deck. Sexy Aserki. They all displayed themselves in "space" so they could see each other well . They could also virtually touch each other, hug each other and feel almost the same as in person. Kingerr - serious,

  a blue-eyed blond, tall and lean as a pole; Queener - such a handsome fellow with brown eyes and a spaniel look with his hair neatly tied in a ponytail; and the always smiling and eager to joke Inerr. The last one suffered from Warner's disease, which resulted in premature gray hair that worsened every time he wanted to wash or comb his hair, resulting in a magnificent silvery, knobby quiver on his head. To his group , he was simply a knobhead both because of his unremarkable hair and because of certain character traits.

– Where is Ashokera? - growled Inerr.

–  Hey there, sorry for the delay, I was stuck fanning my nose. - Suddenly Ashokera Waiher appeared on the screen, a beautiful girl with a wild, feline look and the charm of a young Lolita.

– Hey! - greeted everyone.

– Do you have any plan for the three days before our intergalactic adventure? - Asked Yokher Talia Pokhera.

– Let's meet in the hills behind the Gate of Time Street," suggested Kingerr. - I'm going shopping, I got the cash. You have to spend a little... It's going to be a ride.

– Holy shit, we're going to get into motion! - rejoiced Queener Shell. Inerr and Ashokera also confirmed their presence.

–  OK, that's to zo in the hills at ten o'clock. I 'm already there , as it were - I'll poke around for a bit and scope out the topic

– concluded the conversation satisfied with his position as Leader

-Yokher .

– Maybe we will meet Professor van Timer again? - managed to interject at the end of the Queener connection.

– Among other things, that's why we meet there, stupid. - Kingerr rolled his eyes with derision.

Hierarch van Timer was their undisputed idol. To initiate the intergalactic school of "All times between universes," he used the theory of matter and gravity that Yokher's father had worked on. With this, he integrated all galaxies. Ruller's son only dreamed of talking to him for a while and finding out if there was any shadow of a chance to save his splitting father... It's been 4 years, 4 very long years....

Chapter 2 The Street of the Gates of Time

Yokher, along with his mother, was roaming the street of the Gates of Time. Bakara's nose - long and slightly pointed, like a polecat's, sniffed at the

"space" in search of some cafe, as the smell of aromatic Chocolate Coffee with toffee could be clearly felt in the air. In addition to the fact that virtual "space" accompanied them everywhere, their every move was tracked by large screens placed on all the buildings. A sense of Big Time was prevalent all around them, as they measured themselves in their space, bending the entire structures of the machine buildings. There were even huge clocks between buildings from different galactic zones. So he walked confidently along the digital road, still through his world, and admired it, but it wasn't long before he was about to visit the other one for the first time, and that was very fascinating. So he thought a lot about the galaxy, which , according to his fantasies, was showing in the sky.

He also imagined other solar systems and the planets that comprise them.

– Wow! See how beautiful it is! Do you know what it's like in space, actually?

– A little yes," Bakara replied, finally finding the coveted cafe offering the kind of coffee she just wanted to drink. They entered a place called Gryko Caffe.

– So what's it like there? - He didn't give up.

– Well, I was once with my dad, even before you were born, out there far away in space... Dad was looking for a

The various gravitational suspensions needed to construct vehicles and for galactic movements ....

– Really?