It went by the ground Contact Institute - to the places shrouded in consciousness of mankind by terrible mystery - about them composed myths and to a funny thing inconsistent legends.
       Here, there was an opinion, the human reason faces the person with reason inhuman and with space in general; all-powerful supermen here live - invisible, anonymous defenders of interests of the Earth not sparing the stomach in mysterious depths of the Universe, here converge all ends and the beginnings, and already one aquarian light of windows of Institute against dark and star heavens, appear, confirmed: here know something such... Something such.
       Anything, however, such in this enormous building did not take places. The lion's share was taken away by an administrative economy - bureaucracy of all kinds - from paper to crystal; every possible diplomatic services competed to it in the sizes, other has been given educational premises, archives, library and partly a science. Besides, a firm hand the International centre of the computer control from here corrects. The most amazing контактерские miracles are hidden in places where as less appreciable, and rather considerable part of authorities and leaders of Contact for all life never crossed a threshold of the Central administrative board.
       But in the immense annals of Institute for days of ten black-yellow cartridges and cards changed numbers and removed from a shelf on a shelf, from a floor on a floor, testifying that the file such is closed, and the following has arrived on the account on a category such, the photo is, the photo is not present, is live, has died, has not contacted...

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