Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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-If this tower is destroyed, the world will know the truth! – He looked firmly at his interlocutor.
Atris looked at the alien minion, handsome, strong at the nondescript, frail commentator 142.
-You still don’t understand, – commentator 142 sighed, – if the tower is destroyed, nothing will change. It only brings beautiful dreams. It does not hypnotize, it does not suppress, it only soothes. It gives people to get up in the morning with hope.
-Oh, yes, – Atris interrupted caustically, – with the hope of what? That they won’t feed the alien invaders?
-That’s not a bad hope,- commentator 142 grunted, -huh? Nothing worse than the hope that they won’t starve to death, lose their jobs, get so sick that they lose their jobs and starve to death. The truth they learn won’t change anything. They are still slaves. With or without aliens. I’m telling you, they have an enemy stronger than aliens.
The door silently opened and the Supreme Being looked into the room. Tiatian.
Atris involuntarily cringed, he knew that the conqueror could kill him with a look. Killing is the best. But he’s here to end them. He’s ready.
-I’m busy! – roared Commentator 142, and the powerful alien closed the door on the other side in fright.
Atris shook his head and stared suspiciously at the traitorous servant of the human race. Commentator 142 wearily rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighed, and poured a blue liquid into two glasses—the elite alcohol from Tiat.
-Maybe I should tell you everything so that you won’t do it all worse.
The Perfect Enemy, AlbireoMKG