- Игорь // Igor -
The following dawn, when the Sun finally shone over New York City, we finally got to look around.
To the left of us of our pedestal was Dag Hammarskjörd Library; to the right was the G-
"It's the General Assembly Building!" Jack grabbed me by the shoulders, turned me to my right, and thrashed me back and forth. "Nameplaaaaaaaaaaaaaates!"
"Aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aah." If I had a brain, it would've liquefied.
Jack snickered a bit and gave a blunt "sorry." He obviously wasn't, of course.
"Well, ...llllllet's look at the... nnnameplates." My head was still spinning after he stopped.
"Wooo!" He dashed for the doors.
The... glass... doors.
Crash! Shards scattered all over the floor. I just blankly stared at him from afar.
"What? It worked last time!" he shouted.
"That's a bit overkill though, ain't it!?" I shouted back.
"Whatever!" He waltzed in with a satisfied look on his face.
The place was massive, with giant monitors and other equipment. Unfortunately, the nameplates on every seat only had country names. "Drats, what is this nonsense?!" Jack said.
"Time to go with my plan then."
And guess what? He did the exact same thing to the poor library doors.
SMASH! The shatter was followed by childish giggling. "What did those doors ever do to you..."
"Don't hate it till you try it!"
"I'll pass..." I'll let him have all the fun.
The library was even bigger, and was very well decorated. It would be a nice cozy place to read, if it weren't for the dust.
Although a library, it did not have novels or comics or anything like that. It was a mere archive of the United Nations, most likely closed off from the general public.
The sides of each shelf had painted (albeit, somewhat faded) letters and numbers, as well as short descriptions in the 6 official UN languages—Arabic, Chinese, English, French, Russian, and Spanish.
Jack and I had to look at every single shelf to try and make out what they had. Every single English book also had translations in the other 5 languages stacked together, while each version had at least 5 copies.
Meaning that they were long, long, long, and tall, tall, tall racks.
"How would you, 4-footed and 4-tonned clumps of metal, reach anything?" you may ask. Well...
"Igor, there's a wheely-stairy-thing!" said Jack.
"A... wheely-stairy-thing?"
It was a large and sturdy metal frame with steps that lead to a high platform, high enough for us to reach the ceiling, if used. The base of this giant glorified stepping stool also had wheels, hence... "wheely-stairy-thing".
"Yeah, what else would you call it?" asked Jack.
"...Sigh." I had no arguments.
Jack went up the... ugh, wheely-stairy-thing to get some books, and literally threw half of them down to me, with a smug "catch!" every time, for good measure. We'd flip through them on the spot, then carry on if we got nothing.
This took long. Very long.
"We went through only two, two of the scores among scores of shelves!" I blurted.
"Scores? You ain't Lincoln."
"If Lincoln can use it, then I can," I challenged.
"Sure, sure..." he nodded. I continued walking, while pushing the wheely-whatever-the-hell with Igor on it.
"Wait, stop for a second," said Jack.
"Hm? You saw something?"
"No, it's just..." He was visibly confused. "...How do we know that?"
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Humanity's Peacekeepers
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