Alexandr Korol

for some future which, perhaps, we will never see after all. And that we die and are
born always within the segment of time of the twentieth, twenty-first century. We
were born, and we are shown that there were certain events, there was the First
World War, the Second, the revolution, people rode in carriages, and eventually
electricity appeared, steamships, trains, everything is wonderful. And then we
die and live through it all again, we die and live through it all again, and we can’t
know this. It’s just as I supposed earlier, that it’s possible, you see, to die now,
and you will think, as is characteristic of all people living in linear time, that if we
die now, then we will be reborn in the future. But I shared in previous volumes
that one may suppose: since time, it all exists at once, then we can be born in
any century. It doesn’t mean that if you died in the twenty-first, you’ll be reborn
in the twenty-first. You can be reborn in the fifteenth, and why not? Maybe it’s
for this reason that there were always some brilliant people in every century.
Who were they, these brilliant people? So maybe they are those people who are
from another time or with greater experience. Such are the reflections.

So when I finish the eleventh volume of the novel “Alternative History,” when
everything comes to pass, when everything is deciphered, then I will take up
children’s books and children’s cartoons. We’ll see, maybe this is still only the
threshold of something, and maybe all this will still be edited somehow and the
conception of what nature wants from me will be altered somehow. But it’s quite
possible it will be this way. Because after all, I recently told the aliens that I’m
done, I’m ready to serve further: whatever you say, whatever you tell me to do,
that’s what I’ll do. They told me that I must be this writer, a science fiction writer,
like Isaac Asimov, like Philip K. Dick and like Edgar Rice Burroughs. That is, I
must be like them, so that films would afterwards be made based on me and so
that learned people would afterwards take their bearings from me. And also Big
Alexander whispers to me not to forget about the children. I don’t know whether
it’s the Spirit speaking through him or he himself personally, but I see nothing
bad in this. I believe that yes, the children mustn’t be forgotten, that possibly I
will indeed make cartoons and books for children. Such is some new vector that
the higher powers are setting for me now.