The Small Life of Stuart Calvin Zabuzhko (by K. Krylov)

Translation of a story by late Russian writer Konstantin Krylov, published in 2003 under the nom de plume Mikhail Kharitonov.

Hi!

My name is Stuart Calvin Zabuzhko. I am nine years old.

This is my real name and my real age. My story is non-fictional. The authenticity of all the facts is certified by Real Security Alliance. The certificate is attached to this file.

Therefore, I have the right to post this text on the server "Non-fictional stories from around the world" and offer it to your attention for commercial purposes of money.

The agent from "Non-Fictional Stories" suggested that I rewrite everything in a literary way so that it would be more adult and could be read as a beautiful literary story. But I found out in time that such a procedure, in addition to monetary costs, also reduces the reliability of the story from category A- to category B+. This does not match my intentions. After all, readers of this server like it for the authenticity. Therefore, I will write as well as I can.

I also have to admit that there's a language barrier. I speak the Civilized language pretty well yet I'm still more fluent in my native South Polish. Only problem is that our language is changing very quickly and many new Civilized words are being included because of progress. Unfortunately, we are still a rather backward state. So I usually write in South Polish. The translation into the Civilized language was done by the program Ultral LinguoDemi 8.3. I was told that this is the best free program for translations from my native tongue to the Civilized one. Unfortunately, I don't have enough money for human translation services.

The guide for writing stories on this server advises to report facts about the place where I live and the people in my surroundings and then offer some interesting stories about them, and then gradually switch the reader's attention to myself and my problems. I will try to follow this advice.

Sorry if there are any mistakes. Thanks for understanding.

I am nine years old and I am a young citizen of my country. I live in Zapadnaya Ukraina. This state is close to Poland and Slovakia. We are a civilized European state accepted into Greater Europe and in the military-cultural sense we belong to the zone of influence of Poland.

If you are interested in my native land, you can find it on any large map of the world. In the Civilized language, it is called Western Ukraine. I am proud of my glorious little homeland. I am especially pleased that there is such a good word as "West" in its name.

I would also like to proudly announce that I have all civil rights except the right to be elected, which is given from the age of ten. Our country gives every citizen all the rights and opportunities in the Free Market of Life irregardless of the restrictions by age, gender and other uncivilized barriers.

I live in the main city of our country, Lviv. Muscovites used to call it Lvov and this offensive name has remained on some maps and in books to this day. Please, if you see such a name then remember that this city is actually called Lviv and that it houses the largest military base of Civilization in our region!

Our city is very beautiful. The most beautiful in it, of course, is the Center of Soros and the military base of Civilization. For their construction building materials were brought directly from Civilization itself! When I was little, I went to Soros Center where my dad used to work to touch a piece of real Civilization with my own hands. The walls are very smooth, smooth as glass. Our own buildings are worse because they are built of all sorts of bad materials. But we also try to develop a high standard of living.

Although the most beautiful thing, of course, is the military base! When I went to its junk yard I always admired its majesty and strength. I would very much like to visit it on the inside or even look with just one eye at how it's constructed. For this I would enlist as a soldier or even a servant. It is a pity that our population is not yet advanced enough for Civilization to accept our soldiers into its Global Forces. But they say that soon we will also be accepted and then my dreams will come true.

We also have some historical points of interest. For example, a beautiful monument to Sacher-Masoch. This is a famous man who invented masochism for all people. There are many admirers of this way of life in Civilization. Please do not forget that the inventor of this, Sacher-Masoch, lived in our small town, thus contributing to global culture!

A very beautiful monument depicts Sacher flogging a woman in furs. This image is also a trademark of our company UkroNude where I work at.

Now I will talk about myself directly.

Unfortunately, my life is not rich with big events but still there are difficulties and challenges in it. Perhaps someone will be interested in how I overcame those challenges striving for my goals.

I will have to start from my very birth and even earlier. When Civilization freed us from the Muscovites I was not yet in the world. But my dad has been tested to see if he had any Muscovite blood in him and if he could live in a democratic community. That's why they also checked me and it turned out that I don't have any Muscovite blood at all. So I'm a real little Ukrainian! And you can safely contact and communicate with me without being exposed to any brain danger or mental hostility which are usually caused by Muscovites.

I am planned as the only child in our family. My parents belong to the Middle Class, although they have to work very hard for this. But I think they are extremely progressive. If I grow up and everything stays in order, I will also be progressive and will definitely join the Middle Class.

My mother gave birth to me when Civilization had already come up with the Demographic Program and distributed it all over the world for the needs of population development. Dad decided that our family would voluntarily participate in it. Mom was against it at first, but my dad is the most progressive person because he works at the Soros Center. He decided that Mom should go to the Family Planning Center and get all the necessary injections. That is, injections were given to me, only through my mother. Small devices called microcapsules were launched into my mother's blood and then reached the fetus and made all sorts of gene modifications on me. It's all been tried in Civilization itself, so Dad was completely calm about my health.

But first Mom and Dad signed a contract with me. I was then three weeks old and I was not able to sign any papers or even read them. Because I didn't have eyes, much less a developed brain to perceive jurisprudence. Therefore, my side was represented by the Mitton Servo insurance company. The company, in agreement with my parents, determined the price that I will have to pay them when I grow up. And if I can't, they'll pay my mom and dad a compensation. This is a very Free Market mechanism. If they set too high of a price, then none of the children will be able to pay their parents and the company will lose money and go bankrupt. And if it is very small, then it will also go bankrupt because it will not make a good profit. So everything is very well arranged and happens by itself with the help of the Market. And that's why very good specialists who know their business work there.

That's how I was born, and the story of my life begins from that moment.

I was a normal healthy child of almost three kilograms and quite big. Mom was very worried about that there would be a big scar on her belly. But the civilized doctors from the Military Hospital accomplished their task just wonderfully! Mom still has a beautiful flat stomach and only one tiny scar. It is not visible at all if you do not look too intensely. It would be possible to completely remove it from the skin by regenerating tissue but we now have problems with the resources of money. Such a complex operation can only be done in Civilization proper and we can't afford to go there yet. But we will definitely raise money someday and fly there! I dream about it every night before going to sleep. Dad, Mom and I are happily running up into a huge plane that flies far, far away! And I also want to see the Atlantic Ocean and the great cities of Civilization: Washington, New York, Chicago, London, Las Vegas, Salt Lake City and others. And, of course I want to meet all the people who live there!

When I was little, I thought that people made of gold lived there. They had golden hands and heads, even their eyes were made of gold. Then my dad explained to me that the Golden Billion is just an expression, and in fact they are not made of gold. They eat right, drink their vitamins and go to tanning salons. And that's why they all have this shiny golden skin.

I would also like to have a golden skin but we don't have money for a tanning bed. By the way, one girl from my class wanted to tan even though her parents also did not have enough money for a solarium, and she secretly sunbathed on the roof of the house to get golden skin and show off as if she had been lying under a Quartz lamp. But we found her sunbathing and told everything to the teachers. Then during Democracy lesson the head teacher told us that it was terrible to cheat, and the girl was shamed for wanting to deceive everyone. With girls like that, we will not manage to build Civilization at home - that's what the head techer said.

But really she's a good girl, this Maryka, she's just not from a well-off family. Because she was born incorrectly.

I forgot mention a certain circumstance. If you live in Civilization or in a Civilized country, you may not know about some of our problems. Unfortunately, our country has historically been tormented for a long time by the cursed Muscovites, who are called "Reds" or "Commies" in Civilization. The Muscovites tormented us and did not allow us to develop freely in Civilization. This is a sad fact of our history and it delays our development very much. If Civilization hadn't saved us from the Muscovites, we would have remained wild and smelly and we wouldn't have cars and computers and other Civilized things. We would only have wilderness and horrors.

But because of the Muscovites, we still have some isolated phenomena of this nature. For example to this day some children are born in the wrong way. Not by C-section, but like animals. This animalistic method of birth was introduced by the Muscovites and taught to us. This was done in order to stupify the Ukrainian people. Because if a child is born by his mother like an animal, then his head and body move along the animal passage of the mother at birth, and the mother's body and the walls of this passage squeeze its head and the brain gets damaged. This child becomes stupid and obedient to the Muscovites. They explained all of this to us at school. And they showed us footage of "animal childbirth". It was a very scary film. The girls cried and I didn't cry because my mom gave me anti-crybaby candy in advance. I would definitely share this candy with the girls. But it only works for me because I'm Modified.

Some people still give birth like animals in our country. In Civilization, of course, this method was banned a long time ago. But folk in Western Ukraine continue these violations. I don't understand: it's painful and unclean, why are they still doing it? It hurts very much and even terribly so, but they still do it just to save money or make extra children. It's unclear why.

Of course, children born like animals are brought up and educated separately, because they contain risk and danger. Violations can be of all sorts but we treat them humanely and rarely tease them. Once, a boy, Mike Naumenko, teased one kid from a special class calling him a dirty creature because he got out of a dirty female place. Then again, he did really come out like that! This special class kid attacked Mike like a rabid dog. They barely saved Mike from his barbarity. And then this kid was still crying after the fact. Even though he beat Mike more than Mike beat him and he shouldn't have cried. Apparently his mind is really damaged. I hope he will never be given any human rights so that he does not harm Civilization.

But Maryka is still allowed to study in a regular class with us because she is very advanced and smart. Moreover, her mother sterilized herself after the birth, and this is very progressive and was taken into account. Of course, all of us condemn Maryka for her wrong origin, and sometimes tease her that she got out of a dirty female place. But she never shows resentment and doesn't act out. Although I caught her once: she was crying when she thought that no one could see her. I told the classroom about it and we gave her psychological training in the Democracy lesson - we called her an animal and a stinker and looked at her reactions. But she endured everything and we forgave her.

But when one stupid boy called her a Muscovite she filed a lawsuit against him in our school court and sued him out of getting breakfast for a whole semester. Teachers now cite Maryka as an example of civic consciousness.

Another big problem of our country is that many children still have Muscovite blood. Muscovites are forbidden to reproduce, but they find all sorts of ways, taking advantage of the fact that they look just like humans. There was even an idea to bring to Ukraine the genes of people with black skin so that they would civilize us and cleanse us of Muscovite genes. Black genes are dominant and Muscovite ones are not. The President of our country, Yulia Tymoshenko, has already signed an agreement with Guinea. Unfortunately Ukraine could not pay Guinea for the export of their good black sperm. Dad told me the whole story as it is and about the sperm too. Because I'm already an adult and I need to know about politics and other such things. And then he said that the Guineans had charged the wrong price for their cum. I laughed at him and said that any price would be right because the price is determined by the Market, and the Market is smarter than anyone in the world! And Dad laughed too and patted my hair. And he said that I was taught correctly, but there are all sorts of difficulties in life that I will understand later.

By the way, I really like it when my dad ruffles my hair. And I still want to live long enough to become an adult and understand everything when I grow up. And of course fly off to Civilization on a big beautiful plane.

Throughout most of my life I was surrounded by love and care because I was an obedient and diligent child. And if I did not obey, my mother would give me a candy. My absolute favorite ones, so-so delicious, and I would immediately start obeying. Dad later explained to me that this candy contains a substance that my modified body perceives as a chemical order, and I immediately calm down and stop thinking bad thoughts.

It's a pity that now they don't give me this candy anymore, without it I become restless and start thinking.

There are also some sweets that I need to eat every day. Previously, if I was guilty of something or was lazy and didn't please mom and dad with my successes, my mom would've sighed and told me: you know, Stu, you were lazy today and didn't have any success. And at night you will not get the candy for good sleep. And today the kind Ole Lukøje will not come to you with his colored umbrella, but an evil Muscovite will come with a black umbrella, and you will see all sorts of bad dreams.

At first I cried terribly and asked my mother to give me this candy. Because if I don't eat such candy, I will have really scary dreams. But mom told me that it's a useful punishment, otherwise I won't work as hard. And that real men dont cry. And I endured. But at night I screamed a lot from the terror.

Then, of course, I realized how it's all set up. Other children in the class were not Modified, and they were lazy bullies because they did not have such sweets for adjusting their behavior. Their moms and dads even sometimes spanked them, although we rarely brought that up. Because we are a European country and we strive for Civilization, and we also have laws against forcible touching of children by their parents. Despite of all this, I've seen Maryka's old dad slap her right on the arse! And Mary silently endured it.

To be honest, Maryka has a cool dad. He's just very old and doesn't understand many modern things. His last name is Klimenko. Now there are fewer and fewer of such surnames as his or mine among young Ukrainians. Because we are developing to be part of the Civilization. It would be useful for him to replace his surname to Kliman or Klimenkou. But Maryka's dad is old. He says he's already used to it and now he can't change it. Nonetheless, he's also well respected. They say he has a lot of medals on the chest part of his uniform. I didn't see them because he doesn't wear a uniform. But he definitely has them.

Maryka also boasted that her father commanded a Consolidated Punitive Group and he himself burned five hundred Muscovites with napalm on Maidan Square in Kiev. It was when all Kiev Muscovites were executed.

Now, of course, it is not customary to be proud of such things because we are now a Civilizing country. But, on the other hand, it is a part of our history that we must respect. And besides, how else could we get rid of the savagery of Muscovites if there were so many of them in Kiev alone? But yes, it's bad to burn any creatures, even the Muscovites. It's more humane to just hang or drown them. Althought in this case Muscovites would not be so scared of us and they could dare to harm us.

Civilization, ten years after this case, condemned our country for excessive cruelty. And our former President Yushchenko was even tried in The Hague, but I do not know how it all ended for him there. This cost our state a large fine in favor of the development of progress on Earth.

I see this as a reasonable policy. Because you can't be just like the Muscovites and the savages, you must change your behaviour and avoid violence. Of course it's not easy. We are gradually becoming Civilized and democratic, thanks to the help of the Golden People.

I was talking about Kiev. Kiev. there was such a city in Eastern Ukraine. It's impossible to live in this place now. Something happened there, I'm not sure exactly what. It seems that some kind of special bomb has exploded in Kiev's main military base of Civilization. Or it was blown up by the Muscovites. I simply don't know. No one knows anything for sure in my opinion. Marykin's papa told her that it was all for the best because there were still a lot of Muscovites in Kiev. Also there were bastards with Muscovite blood. Those fuckers freely walked the streets and forced our people into savagery. So now that Kiev is gone, we have become even closer to Civilization and Europe.

Forgive me because I can't concentrate on telling the story of my life. I also have to mention the birthday cake - otherwise everything else will be unclear.

I always get a cake for my birthday. The whole cake must be eaten. I didn't know why had to do that before. But when I was seven years old I ate too many cookies for my birthday and couldn't eat the cake. And then Dad became very serious and told me that it was absolutely necessary to eat this cake. It has been personally sent to me from the Mitton Servo insurance company since the age of five. There are special substances inside and if I don't eat this cake, I will die within a month. That's how my body was programmed. This is necessary in case I grow up as a scoundrel and won't pay off my parents and try to escape to somewhere in the wild.

I was terribly offended then that Dad doesn't trust me and he thinks that I would run away from him and not pay him. He calmed me down and explained that it was not his idea, but the one of the insurance company. He knows me better than anyone in the world and doesn't even fathom that I could run away and not pay him the money I owe him for his fatherhood. He also told me that the insurance company has never seen me and they are very suspicious by default because everyone in our country is prone to cheat. And that's why they came up with such a thing as the special cake. The Family Planning Center supports it because it brings order to people's lives. And Golden People also do this because Civilization has introduced a Demographic Program all over the world. If Civilized people from the Golden Billion themselves do this, why should we have it any other way? After all, we are the future Ukrainian elite and should be Civilized.

I asked him why some children grow up and don't pay their parents back. After all, their parents loved and cared for them, and all care must be paid for if we do not want to be savages. Dad became serious and told me everything. Not all children are as good as me. Some are very greedy or untalented, or even with a hidden Muscovite admixture in their blood. And they don't know how to work hard to pay off their parents. In such cases parents also act differently. Some even sell their children up for slavery and all sorts of terrible things. They even sell them for organs. All of this made people resistant to the Demographic Program. But it is useless to sell a modified child of my type, because if one does not receive all the special sweets and the special cake he will die quickly anyway. And there will be no profit made out of this. So this is the right policy because it has reduced the number of all sorts of nasty crimes against the Modified people. It is necessary to endure some inconveniences in order to assimilate to the norms of Civilization.

But I was still sorry that I had to throw up those delicious cookies.

I must admit, I have quite a big inconvenience with food. For example, I can't eat school food because it's not made in Civilization, but local. And my body is tuned to Genetically modified food made in Civilization. It's the only food I can eat. This is very well done. When all people are Modified then Civilization will be able to keep the whole world in order with the help of food! Because Genetically modified food is made only in Civilization, and if there are any disturbances, Civilization will simply not give any rascals food and they will quickly come to their senses.

But so far, not all people are Modified, and therefore I have difficulties that others do not have.

But everyone sympathizes with me, even at school. After all, I am the only Modified child at school and this is something to be proud of. If it happens that I am hungry and there is no Civilized food in the school cafeteria, then the right food is collected for me throughout the whole school so as not to disrupt my body. I want to draw your attention: all of this is done for me for free or for very cheap! It's very selfless of people to help me like this, because they don't owe me anything. It's a pity that it stopped happening when I started working as an Omega but I will write about this later.

In general, I was blessed most of my life. Of course, my wonderful parents provide for me most of all. Above all, of course, I am grateful to my mother. Firstly, she gave birth to me, thus providing invaluable help. Secondly, she was engaged in my upbringing. And when I passed the contest for UkroNude and was hired, my mother gave me a gift: improved color vision. Modified children usually have a very good vision but the so-called cones in the eye need additional stimulation. The first time I got good color vision was when I was six years old, when my dad won good money on the Stock Exchange. He spent it all on me. I ate a piece of candy and the next day I started seeing different shades of color. I was very pleased, I ran to my mom and said - mom, your eyes are blue! She laughed and kissed me. And then in my absence she told my dad - why did you do it, our child doesn't need it. I know because I've been eavesdropping. But when I secured my career she bought me a superb color differentiation module so now I see thirty shades of pink.

I want to note that it was a gift, that is I don't owe my parents anything for my good eyes.

It's good when you are loved just like that or for little money. By the way, this is characteristic of our people and it's probably why we survived under Muscovism.

Now I will tell you about my work.

I started making products for the first time at the age of five when I wrote my first computer program and it worked. It was a joy for me. I've been coding programs for a while. Then I discovered genetically planned talents for drawing and music, but at that moment Civilization forbade all this for export from foreign countries like ours. Mom scolded dad that they've spent extra money buying me these unnecessary abilities.

Fortunately, she was wrong, because after a while it all proved to be useful. When the fashion for 3D porn clips returned to Civilization.

Porn clips, if you don't know, are computer movies that you watch by putting a helmet on your head and sticking all sorts of wires to your body. Then it seems that you are inside some kind of space, music is playing there and three-dimensional figures are moving. So I write music on a computer and draw these figures.

Porn clips are drawn mainly about sex. Some people watch them in order not to waste time and work more, getting useful pleasure in the workplace. I think it's a great idea.

I also want to say that I personally have no interest in porn, because I currently have no sexual abilities. This is not because I am small, but because they were turned off by the insurance company at birth. When I become an adult I will buy them back from the company. That is, I will pay the money to the Mitton Servo insurance company and they will send me a special candy. Or maybe even a pill - for an adult. I will eat it and I will have a desire for sex. That is, I will be able to experience sexual attraction to a woman.

Then I'll probably go to Maryka to try it out. She will be already an adult. But maybe she will remember the school years of studying together and won't charge me too much money for it.

And I hope, although she doesn't want to be friends with me right now, that she will change her mind.

According to my calculations. by about the age of 30, I will earn myself such a candy to turn on the sexual functions of the body. Until then such features are not necessary and will only hinder my work. Because while a person is young, he needs to work hard to pay off all his childhood debts. Otherwise, he will remain in debt for the rest of his life. And no one will give him a loan to buy a house and other good things, like a ticket to Civilization.

I sometimes think that it's for the best that I don't need sex at all. I already know everything about it and even more than I would like to. I'd rather spend all my money on a trip to Civilization. But Dad says that's what I think now and at twenty I will become interested in girls, and I will dream that my little dick gets hard and feels pleasure. Maybe he's right. I don't know what to say about that yet.

But otherwise I know everything about sexuality and all its different variants from books, courses and some personal experience. This helped me a lot. Now I am very good at understanding what needs to be drawn so that people like it.

My porn clips are very good. According to polls, I have a success rate of 36.8%. That is, when people watch my porn products via computer and stimulate themselves, they experience an orgasm in 36.8% of cases. The usual rating is 29%. So I'm a very promising porn artist. I’m especially good at rape scenes. And also when they poop and pee in the mouth of tied up men. I have a 58% rating on these topics today and I received an incentive prize from the company in the form of a 5% discount on viewing our branded porn products. Even though I don't need it yet, haha!

I've been working for UkroNude all my life. This is a company that produces half of Western Ukrainian sex products. I am proud to work for such an important company in our economy. Previously, they mostly dealt with real live people. Girls and boys. Some Golden People came to us to have a good rest without any interference and surveillance. They say that in Civilization itself it is forbidden to use children for such work. Thus Civilization creates a Market for backward states so that they, too, can earn Dollars. Of course, this is against the laws of Economics but if you look at it the other way, it is very humane and noble of them! Taking this opportunity, I want to state my admiration to the Golden People once again.

All the girls in our class would like to work for UkroNude, but they don't take anyone because there is a lot of competition. Boys are more lucky. For example, a student of our school, George Dontdrinkwinou, has been working for UkroNude for two years. He is trusted to serve very old people from Civilization who come to us for recreation. He says: this is a difficult job, because it is difficult to excite them and cause them pleasure, and you have to do all sorts of different things to achieve this. Sometimes he has wounds and burns in different places, which makes him cry. But he has a good salary and is a useful citizen of our society.

And one girl called Galya was exceptionally lucky! She won the competition and went to Civilization itself - to serve a Golden Man from the Civilized city of Denver. He was born mentally alternative and communication with him is difficult. Besides, he weighs over 300 pounds and can't move on his own. But he has normal sexual functions and he reacts to the female body and therefore has the right to strive for this form of happiness. This Golden Man was offered about a thousand images of girls from different countries and he was the most excited about our Galya! Such was the verdict of the machine. Galya thus won the competition and was sent to serve him. Before leaving she learned the language of special needs people to fully understand whatever he wants. I myself had to take a course of intimate service of alternative people because it's not easy. But now she lives in Civilization and will live there for a while. Maybe she'll get lucky and get a Green Card. Although there is little hope, because the whole world is trying to come to Civilization and not just us - Western Ukrainians. It's a pity that Civilization is so small and can't take in all the good people!

I will elaborate further on my company. When UkroNude started making porn clips, no one believed that we would master high Civilized technologies so quickly. But UkroNude has signed a contract with a Civilized company that supplied us with its technologies and trained specialists. I want to mention that this was done within the framework of the Soros Foundation's project to help underdeveloped countries and was partially paid for by his Charity. This is a great example of international cooperation where people are taught useful work.

I really try to be the best. And I’ve already gained fame as a master of clips. There is even an article about me in such a respectable Civilized publication as "Porno Guide". Because Civilized Journalists came to our small country and made reports about us. Our company UkroNude attracted attention and they wrote about our work for the benefit of Civilization. It was great!

In the Magazine of Porno Guide they mentioned me. It can be found in the electronic archive of the magazine by the following title: "Little Ukrainian Eunuch Represents Mad Dreams". So this "Little Eunuch" is me! Although I'm certainly not a eunuch, just a Modified One with an unconnected sexual sense, but it sounds very beautiful. I began to sign some of my works with this. I think it's a great idea, right?

Here I make an important advertisement for me. Although I work for UkroNude, I am ready to consider any commercial offers for drawing sexual products. You can download a free demo sample of my art from the official UkroNude server in the Zabuzhko section, as well as on the Alt Porno World server in the competition section under the nickname Little Eunuch. Take a look! There are very beautiful works there. You will certainly enjoy my art and experience great pleasure!

And more. I know that Golden People are very charitable. If it's not difficult for you, I ask for any financial help. I really need commissions because I have problems that I am ready to tell you about now.

Now I'm finally writing about my problems. Let's start with the family.

I've had a good life for a long time. Mostly I studied and worked. I did everything well, I've had some free time left. And I could even afford a six-hour nap almost every day.

But there was a problem with my family. Dad has gambled unsuccessfully on the Stock Exchange and we lost all our money and insurance. Mom and Dad were forced to cede their parental rights to Mitton Servo. That is, they, of course, remained my beloved parents, but all rights to me passed to Mitton Servo.

Mom and Dad still think that they will buy me back someday. Therefore, I remain a tenant of a part of my parents' house, that is, my room, where I draw on the computer. I also have the right to use the bathroom and toilet, I just contribute my share to the payment.

However, I started having difficulties. Mitton Servo took advantage of the contract option that my earnings and all of my income was transfered to pay off my children's debts, and I was given some amount to live on. This is good, because I would rather pay off the company, but it's not quite convenient for me right now. Very little money is left to me.

I wanted to know if the court could return to the previous version of the contract. But Dad explained to me that if the trial continues until my birthday, Mitton Servo may not send me a cake. Such things are sometimes done, unfortunately. Then I can sue them for it if I die before the trial. That is, not me, but my representatives, for example, parents or friends.

I decided not to die after all and leave everything as it was.

Certainly iÍ didn't take any offense at Mitton Servo. According to the Market, they are obliged to act in this way to further their own income. But my life has deteriorated a lot from this.

Of course, some advantages were had from my new position. For example, Mitton Servo does not deal with my upbringing at all, and therefore always gives me night candy for a whole month in advance. Now I can be sure that I will not have terrible dreams at night that would cause me to be depressed and afraid the following day. Sweets for obedience, on the contrary, are not being sent to me. I regret it because they were very tasty and it was easier to work after taking them.

Now I can be rude to my mom and dad and not obey them. But I never do it, because they will buy me out someday and take me back. It's better to be polite. And I don't need to listen to my parents anymore, because now I have to listen to Mitton Servo.

But still, the allowance given to me by Mitton Servo is very small. After all the necessary payments for school and other things I have almost nothing left.

Speaking of more help. Dad once told me that he was going to sell an eye or a kidney to buy me back, and even sent an offer to a Military hospital. But no hospital gave good money, because he is already old, and we have a lot of people who want to sell some extra part of themselves. It's a pity, of course, that this is not entirely true. In fact, Dad didn't go anywhere. I know this because I have access to his email inbox. And there were no offers to the Hospital. I think he wanted to comfort me in this way. But I'm still pleased that Dad loves me and doesn't hesitate to show it.

I also thought of selling a part of myself, but after looking at the prices, I decided that they were low, and there was still a lot of harm to a growing organism. Besides, the most expensive things, like eyes, I would still need because it's part of my occupation. The internal organs of children are also in high demand, but with my work loads it's better to keep them to myself.

I also considered the option of selling genital organs, since they are still not needed. But as it turned out, this is a very cheap thing, because children's playthings are not in demand at all on the organ market. And I gave up on that idea.

Instead, I started working harder and saving a lot on my food intake. But because of the altered body chemistry I can't eat local food and have to buy Civilized food. I began to fall asleep during classes and work, feinting from hunger.

At school, they helped me with breakfast at that time, as I have already stated. But this usually turned out to be not enough, because I am a developing organism.

Of course, I began to fight for a solution to the problem. Soon I thought about the garbage dump near the Civilized military base and began to scout it for food. It turned out it was controlled by flocks of wrong children with Muscovite blood flowing in their veins with no human rights. Several times they subjected me to a physical beating, although not as severe as I've had at school, but it still hurt. I came up with the idea of selling them cheap Ukrainian products in exchange for Civilized scraps. They willingly agreed to this Market Trade which once again confirmed that the Market is smarter than anyone else and it puts everything in its place.

So I managed to solve my problem. When I told about it at school, the teachers first scolded me for my relationship with the garbage children of the Muscovite genotype, but then they praised me for a clever Market solution. I was even allowed to showcase the contents of a plastic bag that these children brought to me and sort it out. However, that's why I had to take the last desk because the package reeks a little bit. Usually there was some food for me. Sometimes there were almost whole oranges, apples and other fruits. Or half-eaten hamburgers and hot dogs. Very tasty!

Unfortunately, it ended because of television and politicians.

We had a local tradition that soldiers from the Civilized military base shot at Muscovite garbage children for fun from behind the fence. By the way, they didn't do it very often so that the children wouldn't leave the dumpster. Moreover, they used Civilized precision weapons, so they killed very few of them. For the sake of laughter they shot off their fingers or ears or blinded their eyes with laser beams burning the retinas. Everyone treated this with understanding. After all, it's boring at the base, and the soldiers stationed there were not from Civilization itself or even from Poland, but from all sorts of countries. Some of which have just entered the path of development. They had to have some fun that was apt for their level. And it wasn't normal people who lived in the junk yard but Muscovite children who couldn't exist in a Civilized society.

Journalists from our television learned about this shooting and decided to make an interesting program about it. A TV crew came by and took pictures of all sorts with fingers shot off and with burned out eyes. By the way, for the most part it was all drawn on a computer and was not actually real! I can say that for sure. I have drawn such things myself many times and I know the difference.

But everyone liked the program. Unfortunately, because of this program, different people began to go to the garbage dump to shoot at Muscovite children too. They were very scared and began to hide from everyone. Therefore, I lost access to Civilized scraps and was forced to look for them on my own. It took time and besides I had to wash a lot afterwards.

Then all sorts of political people started appearing on TV. They made up such stories that the base soldiers lured dangerous Muscovites by throwing them food. And that Civilization does not sufficiently monitor the behavior of soldiers on the base. They demanded some kind of investigation. All this was, of course, very bad on the part of our politicians. But the head of the base decided to stop such conversations. He ordered the garbage yard to be protected from all sides by an electrified wire so that no children would climb there. The dumpster became completely inaccessible to me.

And they made a big round-up on the Muscovite children and took them all somewhere. I hope they were all put to sleep in a civilized way, and not burned. I am afraid that our country will have trouble again because of wrong measures and Civilization will impose some kind of sanctions on us for our crimes against humanity.

However, it turned out that irresponsible journalists have wronged everyone: myself, the soldiers at the base and even the wild Muscovite children. Although it seems that they did not want anything like that and acted in a Market way. I told my dad about it and he ruffled my hair and said: this is all politics, son. And he added that all our troubles comes from politics. Because politicians don't know what they want and prevent normal people from living a normal life. I asked him why Civilization allows countries like ours to engage in politics. And Dad said that Civilization specifically gives us freedom so that we can learn how to use it properly.

In fact, I later realized that this is also a Market process. After all, journalists also need to create their own products. It can be quite difficult to do this because they cannot create interesting products on many topics due to morality and for various legal reasons. When I dealt with it firsthand I realized how difficult it really is.

And politicians also need to invent problems to sell their political programs. But it would be better if they were more responsible!

As you can see, I always seek a social perspective in my personal troubles.

I want to appeal once again to charitable people. If any of you, dear readers, will send me some Civilized food or at least some remnants of it, I will be very happy! Send me some Civilized food, please!

And now my story about my legal troubles and my further struggle with circumstances.

It all started with the fact that one very important person sued UkroNude. In the Civilized language, such a person is called a VIP. That is, these are the people who can do anything because they are the best. But this person, I think, is still not the best. It is known about him that he loves court scandals and everyone is afraid of him. This time he raised a scandal that in one porn clip his face was used for the purposes of defecation and urination by girls and dogs. I drew this clip. The face did look a little similar to his but I didn't mean to draw any existing person. I couldn't even see him on the street since I only go outside to school and to that junk yard. He lives in a completely different place and we couldn’t have met in person.

I told everyone that it was an accident and I tried to prove it in court, but the decision was not made in my favor. It turned out that this important person won a lot of money from UkroNude in court for this case. UkroNude wrote down their expenses as my personal debt and I remained guilty. Now I need to somehow compensate them for their losses.

In addition, that person demanded that the clip must be removed from the sales, which affected my rating as an artist.

In fact, it's not really fair, because it's not my fault. But now I have this new debt.

I welcomed this situation as a new challenge and began to look for ways to increase my income. And of course I found them, because I am a very Market-thinking person and I try to look for a practical solution to everything!

In order to find additional money I applied to the school legal court for a contract to work as a victim.

I study in a very good Civilized school built according to Civilized standards. We have self-government and our own legal service. Students try to do everything as in a Civilized society and sue each other for any wrongdoings. That's how Maryka Klimenko sued herself the school lunches from a guy who called her a Muscovite.

All of our school's problems are solved in the Civilized way. For example, there is such a persistent mental problem that children often have a desire to tease and beat someone up. Dad told me that they used to struggle with this but Civilized psychologists proved that all of this is necessary for self-realization. And it teaches children a good lesson preparing them for a real life where someone inadvertently becomes teased and abused. All we need to do here is to put the natural instinct on the Free Market.

Therefore, we have adopted a following procedure. Those rich kids who want to beat and hurt others pay money to those they get to beat up and tease. Children who have no money or those who have a lot of debts are hired as victims. You can apply and even specify exactly what kids can do to you. The more it is allowed, the more expensive it is. Like in porn clips: the stronger the action, the greater the cost to the buyer.

In this way, the rich get useful social experience and an outlet for their leadership instincts. And the poor receive financial compensation. And everyone is happy.

This is a very progressive idea and Civilization is conducting an experiment in different countries with its implementation. If everything goes well, then Civilization will also use this method. It's good that we managed to get to the ranks of progress.

But it looked like I wasn't cut out for the job of a victim at first. Everyone at school loved me and did not want to offend me. But I really needed money and I applied for the lowest, most sacrificial level there is. It's called Omega. Omega person can not only get teased and spit on, but also get beaten and even damaged if it doesn't interfere with his studies. He can also be wittily mocked in various ways. In general, you can treat Omegas like children who came out wrong and almost like a Muscovite, but you still can't maim and kill this commercial victim.

As soon as I was given a red omega shirt and announced to everyone that I could be cursed, insulted and recieve any violence coming my way, I started a new chapter in my life.

At first, I was not bullied very much out of the old habit. They just teased and slapped me sometimes. But they also paid money to feel their dominance over me and I started to get paid. Then they began spitting on my food and on my face, blowing their noses on my head, wiping their dirty hands and even feet with my clothes. It's good that everything went from simple to complex.

Then cooler things followed, and I realized how difficult it is to work as an omega.

When I was beaten for the first time in the bathroom I behaved well and only asked not to hurt me on the head or hands because I need them for work. It's good that this was treated with understanding and now they are trying to hurt me in other places of less value.

But still, one day those rich boys pinched my fingers with a door and my hands hurt for a long time afterwards.

It's also bad that I can't sleep during the day at school anymore. I used to sleep in the classroom so as not to waste time. Now, unfortunately, when they notice that I sleep they certainly are setting me up for their next dirty trick. For example they throw up on my head. And I have to wash it off. While I'm washing my head they keep teasing me. In the end a lot of time is lost and it's better to be on alert.

I also find it very unpleasant when they make me do different things in the boys' toilet, almost like in my clips. It's good that I don't have sexual sensitivity, otherwise it would be really bad. The sperm tastes not that bad but the urine is nasty, very salty and it makes me sick. And the butt hurts from the inside after some of the older boys.

But I used this experience creatively in my works, shortly after that the rating of my porn clips has risen to 58%! So I got a double benefit.

I told our head teacher about it. She praised me as a model of Market behavior and set me as an example for the children. After that, I was badly beaten and even smeared with poop on my face, but I was pleased with the recognition of my Market success.

The only sad thing is that they have stopped collecting food for me now. And I'm also very sad that Maryka Klimenko doesn't talk to me at all anymore. They say she considers my earnings unworthy. I tried to talk to her that this is an illusion, because no service is shameful if it is in demand in the Market. But Maryka just spat on my face and left.

Of course I've endured the spitting, because this is my job. But I'd rather have my hand crushed by the door again.

However, after a while I started having medical expenses due to savage beatings at school and everything else. I spend a lot of money on the painkillers now to help me ignore the pleas from my entire body. Even then I paid attention to these problems and found a Market solution by turning my expenses into income!

Namely: I offered my services to the Civilized pharmaceutical company Meditec LOWE that produces new kinds of medicine. They are making drugs for Modified people and need voluntary testers of the new drugs. It's good that few people in Civilization volunteer for this and they are looking for willing people in the rest of the world.

So I signed a contract for testing experimental drugs. At first, they tried all sorts of creams and ointments on me against bruises and inflammations. They turned out to be good and I got a double benefit, healing bruises and getting paid for it! I didn't tell my classmates about it after all. If they realized how good I'm doing in the Free Market they'll do something terrible to me once again. But it was still nice to think of myself as a Market Person.

Then I was offered new money for more serious tests. They demanded that my body will be infected with various diseases although I don't have time to get seriously ill at all, because I'm constantly working, studying, and my classmates also beat me and do all sorts of nasty things to me. It's all affecting me a lot. On the other hand, I didn't want to miss these deals. They could earn me the Dollars that I needed so much.

I have finally settled on cancer trials. There are almost no cancers in Modified people, but some rare types of tumors still happen. Meditec LOWE invited me to participate in its new program. These tumors will be transplanted into my body, and then they will be cured with new drugs.

This is a very convenient disease, because you can work and live with a cancerous tumor while it is small and there are few metastases. And it is not necessary to grow it to a large size, because in Civilization diagnostics finds these tumors when they are still small.

The probability of cure for new drugs is 76%, this is a very good performance.

Of course I'm taking a little risk. The possible failure of the new medicine and the possibility of disturbed chemistry of my Modified body present a certain risk. But if it's successful, I would serve Civilization and solve many of my financial problems. Besides, they promised to feed me Civilized food during the trials and this is important to me.

For the time being, I decided not to tell my parents that I had signed up for research on cancer drugs. They may be very worried about it because they have invested so much in me. But if everything goes well, then I will pay off some current debts and look to the future with optimism.

I already signed the necessary contracts yesterday. So today the representatives of the company Meditec LOWE will transplant a tumor to my body.

Meanwhile, one last thing. I missed the mention of my religious affiliation. I am a Greek Catholic, it is a Civilized religion of the Christian type, moderate and tolerant, allowed in the Civilized world. But of course I recognize all religions that are allowed in Civilization.

Now I have one last request to my readers: if you believe in some God, pray just a little for me, because I'm still a little afraid.

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Original story available here, translation by RWA.