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2146, New Moscow, Boulevard Center
Kids were relaxing at Black Sea, Gospoja Kunkova was visiting her lover in Closed city and Gospodin Kunkov was skiing with his boss at Glass Desert of Caucasus. Adam Karlovich remembered that Uboy from stories his father told him. That kind of Uboys happened from time to time, when two Colonels of Working Armies hate each other more than they love living.

2112, Caucasus Mountains.
That day Karl Nikolayevich was chosen to stay at Elbrus mountain with group of others. They were supposed to meet Holy Generals and be equal to Rebels of the Group, as blood had to purify place for new Working Army. They were relatively small – 420.732 Uboyets, so their party had to be about 300. They feasted above the clouds on the mountain top till early morning. But sun didn’t rise for them as they were bombarded with photon charges. Blinded, lost, they were denied death and forced to live without honor.

2112. Penal Colony Turma-1.
Karl Nikolayevich was given last reward for years of service – cheap second-hand cybernetics eyes and right to be forgotten, so his son will live a better life. He moved to distant Ostrog at the borders of the Uboy, where he was piloting cargo shuttle to penal asteroid. First five years were drown in vodka and self-pity – his career, his life, his family were ruined because of one Colonel, living in paradise, hated another so much to dishonor him. That planted seeds of anger in him, which grew into jungles of hatred. He changed stations and moved to planet to work as a warden, where he could release his anger on inmates. No one cared about them and no one counted them, but then he found out that this colony became property of the Colonel who stole everything from him. Self-pity and hatred changed their places and Karl the Terrible became Karl the Kind.
What someone could call kindness, other would call weakness. He was abducted by relatives of those who damaged, thrown in the very mirror of Uboy society – prison, used by inmates in penal colony for those they consider prisoners. He was beaten until he degraded to an animal level. It could be days? Weeks? Months?
Then it stopped. He was sitting in the hole in the dark, with no lights and no sounds. It was even worse than beating, so he started shouting. When he became too weak to shout, he mumbled.
He woke up back in his tiny room. Few flies were whirring somewhere. Was it all a dream? He jumped off the bad and ran to the mirror – there were no bruises, no scars, no signs of what happened. He inspected his face like he had never seen that, but nothing. The moment he calmed down and decided that this was worst nightmare in his life, he heard a voice.
“Listen to us, Karl”
His hand started vibrating and he rolled up a sleeves – there were holes in forearms, lots of them.
“Now we are one, Karl”
Bees flew out of his arms, whole hive went out and formed some mocking parody of human face in front of Karl Nikolayevich.
-We can speak in this form, if you like it more, child. Now obey our will. You have to find your son and share our gift with him, so he could bring all of them to justice only Hive knows.

2146, New Moscow, Boulevard Center
Guard told Adam everything he needed to know about family in this prettiest house. While Svetlana was sharing the Gift with Bovrino’s inhabitants, Adam started operation in the very center of New Moscow. Unfortunately, guard was too weak to enjoy the Gift, so he had to be terminated. But he didn’t perish in vain, as all his knowledge is now part of the Hive. Adam remembered when his father died after giving everything he had to his son. Again. He lighted up a cigarette and whispered:
-Two lives for family, two deaths for family.