A cradle for a cat. Titan sirens. Vonnegut K.

2. “Cradle for a cat”

Listen - once, two wives ago, two hundred and fifty thousand cigarettes ago, three thousand liters of alcohol back... Then, when everyone was young... Listen - listen - The world was rotated, the rich were exhausted from stupidity and boredom, one thing remained poor - to be free and smart. True, it was implausible than any fiction. Women were angry and beautiful, and men were unhappy and full of stupid hopes. And life was spinning, spinning, confused more and more - like a wild, strange game called “Cat Loel”...

1. “Sirens of titanium”

if your world is not free by definition... If your life obey mathematical calculations... If humiliation becomes the norm, and the crunch of human bones under the wheels of the state machine simply no one hears due His routine... And what is this "if"? Antiophy - or "Society of Prosperity"? Everyone decides for himself, he is a slave - or a free person!