Path part 1-6

"What are you doing, daughter?"

I look back intently and looking into his eyes I make a sound

"Ooooaaaa!!"

"Dad" slaps his forehead with his palm and exclaims:

"You must be hungry at my place! I'm a fool! I forgot about you with my job!"

He jumps up from his chair, quickly goes to the doorway, slaps the green circle with his palm, the door opens with a hiss and he disappears somewhere in the house, another hiss is heard, then something clinks, hums. Everything went quiet. Footsteps were heard approaching, and he returned. He's holding a glass plate with something mushy inside. He takes a chair, sits down in front of me, and begins the process of feeding me. Like any loving parent, he accompanies every spoonful, opening and closing his own mouth, and it's getting harder for me to watch. Oh, I can't take it anymore, I'm neighing like a horse! As a result, I choked and mixed coughing and laughing, I burst into tears, which brought my father to a real panic attack. Well, everything passes, and that passed, and dad went to the kitchen, but where else did he get it all and brought me a drinking bowl with an incredibly delicious compote! After drinking a compote, we continued our business, I watching cartoons, and daddy working on the kool-aid.

An hour later.

There was some noise coming from outside the door! Something rattled, the door slid open and a beautiful woman appeared in front of me, about the age of my father, with dark brown hair, broken dark eyebrows over wide-set large gray eyes with fluffy long eyelashes on a regular Scandinavian-type face, but with soft lips. She was wearing a long fur coat made of thick, shiny black fur. Black pointed-toed boots with low heels were visible from under the fur coat.

"How are you doing here?" She asked, and then noticed a hologram with cartoons. "So! What is this!?" She said, looking at her father. "Michael Shepard, I'm asking you! WHAT IS THIS!" She stuck her finger into the hologram. I'm stuck! What, what did she call her father! What's his last name?! SHEPARD!! And I'm Eugenia Shepard! Very interesting!

March 25, 2355

So one step, one more step, take your time, Zhenya, take your time, keep your head up, keep talking. Here is the corner of the crib, we intercept with our hands and then take another step. I'm learning to walk! My legs are still weak, but my hands are already much better. It's still early in the morning, and my parents are sleeping on the couch with their arms around each other. A Barsik is lying at their feet and follows my steps around the crib with an attentive look. So we keep the balance, oops, the head has outweighed, eee! I manage to fold in half and land on the fifth point uhh! It took my breath away. Is my little one awake?! I hear my mother's voice, she looks at me with a smile, I smile back, grab the bars, pull myself up and stand up. My head is above the bars, and I'm sincerely pushing my forehead and reaching out to my mother. Yes! Now they are really my parents for me, and empathy has turned out to have not only a bright side, but also a "dark" side. It is impossible to remain indifferent under the pressure of parental feelings. Mom gets up, picks me up from the crib, and I'm just basking in a wave of maternal love. They put me on the potty while I do my chores, mom puts on a robe and we hold hands and quietly stomp into the kitchen. There's a mega device, a chair table. It's a tall chair with a sliding table attached in the front. Mom puts me in it, pulls up a table. I look out the window, there are leaves blooming on a large, sprawling tree in the courtyard, a strange tree, the bark is peeling off, falling off in layers, and the leaves are coming out in a strange silver-green color. A hefty brown dog walks thoughtfully around the yard, he is so healthy that he looks like a bear. And when this beast yawns, it seems like my whole head can enter its mouth.

"Come on, eat," my mother says and puts a plate in front of me, it contains porridge with pieces of fruit and some berries. I take a spoon in my right hand and start eating slowly. It's not working fast yet! There's a good chance you can get a spoon past your mouth. Meanwhile, Mom takes out a soft plastic container with a volume of one and a half liters from the pantry and goes out into the yard with it. The dog rushes to her with an expression of such intense joy that it seems to me that his tail is about to fall off and spin like a boomerang into the far distance!

"Quiet Polkasha!" Mom exclaims at the dog spinning around, "If you stay hungry, I'm going to dump all your breakfast past the bowl and you're going to eat from the ground again!" But the dog doesn't seem to be intimidated by this prospect at all!

Footsteps are heard from behind, someone entered the kitchen, quietly came up to me and kissed me on the back of the head, showering me with adoration! Daddy's awake! Mom came back from the yard and I can hear her saying:

"Misha, how many times have I told you not to walk around the house in your underwear! Well, you have a bathrobe!"

"Come on, Diane, I'm only at home in the morning, and in general, I'm at home in whatever I want!"

"Oh so! Look at the example you're setting for our boys! Can you imagine if I start walking around the house in my underwear?!"

"Oh! It will be a magnificent sight! You have nothing to hide and something to be proud of!"

"Double flattery! And anyway, if you haven't forgotten, I'm seven months pregnant!"

"Ooo! Ha ha! It's hard to forget and even harder not to notice! And anyway, come here, retired Major of the medical service! I will explain to you all the subtleties of communication with a senior officer! Heh heh!"

"Get your hands off me! Mr. Retired Captain of the first rank, what are you doing?"

There's scuffling and kissing sounds behind my back!

"Ohhh! Michael Shepard, I love you, my husband! But now you go put on a bathrobe, go up to the second floor, wake up our sons, and don't you dare contradict me! Is everything clear to you!?"

"Aw, aw, ma'am! The order is clear! Allow me to perform!"

"Do it!"

And the father, humming some cheerful tune, leaves the kitchen.

Ten minutes later.

"Aaaaaaaaa! I'm the first one down!"

"No! I am! I'm The First One!"

"Nifiga ha haha!"

It came from the stairs to the second floor. My two older brothers flew down it with a bang! This is the weather of Deniska and Leshka! Elbowing and puffing, they stumble into the kitchen.

"Hi Mom!" Deniska is babbling.

"Hi Mom!" Leshka echoes him.

"So young people, how should well-mannered young chevaliers behave at breakfast?!" Their mom asked. "Come on, let's get out of the kitchen and go in properly!"

The brothers swept out the door, caught their breath, and sedately went back in.

"Hello, Mother," Denis said, bowing slightly.

"Good morning, Mom," said Leshka, repeating his brother's movement.

"Hello children, have a seat at the table." Mom replied, bowing her head.

The guys went around the table "accidentally" passing by my chair, hugged me from both sides.

"Hello, little one," whispered Deniska and kissed me on the cheek.

"Hello, little fox," Leshka whispered, kissing the other one.

After that, they both sat down at the table.

Three hours after.

I'm sitting alone in the middle of the carpet in the children's room on the second floor of our house, and I'm talking softly to the cat. Slowly and gradually, my tongue begins to obey me.

"You're a ba-ss pla-yer, I think I'm so stu-pid. I'm tra-in-ing, I'm en-jo-ying my-self with yo-u! And To-uka?"

The cat is silent, quietly purring, lying down on the carpet next to it, stretched out to its full length and rolling a wheel from some kind of machine with its front paws. The brothers have a whole box of this "scrap metal".

Ehh! I hope the torment doesn't last too long.

"So what's the cat? I'll ge-t all wor-ked up!"

The Barsik purrs, squinting affectionately.

By the way, I managed to find out my location, an hour ago, my mother, holding me in her arms, turned on a huge TV. Uhh! What a thing it is! A natural window into another world. So there was news and a pretty presenter in quite decent English was broadcasting that the current state of affairs in the colony of Mendoir was just fine, and all mining and processing complexes were operating at full capacity. This will allow us to increase the shipment of concentrate this year, and increase the number of colonists and the income of existing ones. Then there was a block of interplanetary news, about the new initiatives of the Citadel Council, about the work of the ambassador of the Alliance of Systems, hmm! It seems that in the canon, people should be on the council, but here is an ambassador, not an Counselor... Then there was the sports news block, and it all ended with the weather block. Everything is the same as always, the surroundings change, but the essence remains the same.

April 11, 2355

As usual, I was sitting at my chair-table by the window and looking out into the kitchen, at how our cat and our doggie were playing with some kind of crap that looked more like scraps of a stuffed toy. You've turned one year old, Zhenya! Suddenly, with a loud buzz, a red and green bike flew into the yard! It's like in the sixth episode of Star Wars, but without the long thing with wings in front, the flying scooter is shorter! Both of my brothers sat on it in tandem, and Denis's face was worried and guilty, and Leshka, who was sitting behind, was crying and scratched, and he was strangely holding his left hand.

I made a sound "EEEEEE" and pointed at the window. Dad went to the window, looked out, his face took on a worried expression, his emotions clearly sounded alarmed.

"Diane," he said. "The guys are in trouble."

"What's wrong Mish." Mom answered.

"Call an ambulance, Dayan."

Mom went into the living room and chirped at the terminal, and after a short chirping, a clear female voice came from there:

"Dayan! My soul, is that you! What happened?"

"Ray, I'm really glad to see you too, but I need you! My guys seem to have had a very good bike ride!"

"I'm already flying, honey, just don't worry, it's not good for you!" And slowly fading away:

"Duck, Du-uck! Get ready, let's fly to the Shepards..."

It is not known what the mysterious Duck replied. The connection was disconnected.

The front door buzzed, and my brothers appeared for all to see.

"Well!" Said the father.

"Paap. We were riding a bike here," staring at the floor, Denis said. "Anyway, Leshka flew off, and I think he broke his arm."

Leshka at this time, hesitated next to trembling lips, and eyes full of tears.

"So-o..." My father said, "and how could this happen, they were driving without a limiter again."

"Well, Pa-ap," both of them howled, "only small ones ride with a limiter."

"Well, that means you're big!" Mom exclaimed.

"Well, Mo-om!" Both of them howled again.

At the same time, the brothers looked the most dejected, and their emotions showed pity for each other and for some reason fear.

"Well, Aunt Ray is about to arrive, and it will become completely clear what to do with you." Said the father.

The brothers hunched their heads into their shoulders, and looked at their mother with some strange hope.

"What are you watching!" Mom said. "You're hoping to get off easy." The brothers shuddered and looked at their father expectantly.

"What did I tell you?" The father asked.

"That we have to be careful." Denis spoke up.

"That you should drive carefully without a limiter." Leshka whimpered.

"And what about you!?"

The brothers began to sob, both of them.

"Well, Daddy..... We didn't do it on purpose....It's like that! We didn't run into Ham on purpose!" The sobs turned into tears.

"So you also ran into Haymon, and how is he doing? Where is he, by the way?"

"Papa Ham flew home, he was taken away there!" Deniska spoke through tears.

"So he also got beaten up! Well, Dakar will give him a hard time."

"Science will drive you like crazy." Mom put her hands on her hips and said.

Then the informant's beep sounded from the door, and how did I not notice how the doctors arrived, there was some kind of long-shaped futuristic-looking thing behind the fence, but with a completely familiar outline of a blue chandelier that twinkled fervently. Mom waddled over to the door and pressed on the flickering green hologram on the right jamb. The door opened and she entered the room... My mouth was already open, all slender, in a fitted snow-white suit, with a bright red cross on her left forearm, a blue-skinned AZARI... It's just like in the "Mass Effect", and the tentacles on the head, and the pigmented spots on the face, and it's beautiful..!

"Michael!" She exclaimed, "Where are they!?"

"Admire it!" The father replied. "There's Leshka, he ejected from the bike." And he pointed at his brother with his hand.

"So!" The doc puffed up with concern. "What's the matter with you, so, so." She bustled around.

Leshka came up to her and held out his shaking left hand. An orange hologram flashed around Asari's left arm, she ran it along Leshka's arm, looked at the hologram, pressed her finger on a strange round pimple on the right side of her head and said:

"Duck! Bring a small treatment table, and a suitcase with clips! And get moving."

I turned to the window, and saw a tall TURIAN sidling through the gate! In a snow-white suit just like the doctor's, with a briefcase in his right hand and a long trunk placed vertically in his left, and our dog, twirling his tail like a fan, gets in his way and does not show any signs of aggression, rather a stormy joy as from meeting a good friend. That's right! But what about the human colony!? Where a Turian and an Asari serve in the ambulance. Nothing is clear. Well, okay, let's take a look, I decided!

The Turian entered the house, went out into the middle of the living room, put a suitcase on the floor, took hold of the trunk with both hands, and I still didn't understand how, but this trunk suddenly turned into a long table, immediately put on the floor.

"Bring three chairs, Mish." Dr. Ray said.

Folder quickly arranged the chairs under Doc's guidance, around this table, Leshka was seated on one chair. Doc took out a strange pistol, pressed its barrel against her brother's forearm, pulled the trigger, there was a "Pssst" sound, Leshka yelped.

"Well, well." Said the Turian. "You'll feel better now, and we'll take your hand off each other."

"And it doesn't hurt." Leshka mumbled.

"You can feel your hand." Ray asked.

"Uh, no."

"Well, it doesn't hurt." Duck said.

"By the way Duck!" Said the father. "Your eldest is hurt too, he's sitting at home!"