"Vukcevich-CountOnMe" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vukcevich Ray)

I had to slap myself on both sides of the face, hard, to dislodge that dangerous
delusion. You've got to be on your toes when dealing with the damned. You can't
let a demon with red hair and green eyes make a fool out of you.

I looked through my binoculars again, and seeing that she'd finished, I looked
at my watch. It didn't surprise me that it was 5:56. That, after all, is 666
expressed in base 11. I gave Celia sixteen minutes to settle in, then hurried
back to our building.

"Mr. Jones. Palmer, wasn't it?" Celia said, when she answered my knock.

"House warming gift." I showed her the wine I'd bought at the 7-Eleven.

"Come in, come in. How nice." Celia closed the door behind me.

She had a cat, a scrawny orange and white thing, that circled my legs in a
figure 8, all the while giving me a look that said it knew exactly what I was up
to.

More precisely, the creature was a KITTEN!

Notice that 666 in base 9. is 1010011010. Those digits can be converted to Morse
code by changing the ones to dashes and the zeros to dots.

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This conversion of the Number to Morse code was the original inspiration for my
founding the Secret Order of Morse. In the tenth century, this insight might
have eased the minds of people who worried about the Apocalypse coming at the
millennium. My findings show that it could not possibly have happened until the
birth of Samuel F. B. Morse and the invention of the telegraph and Morse code.
Saint Morse was pretty clear in the very first words sent by telegraph: "What
hath God wrought!" He was telling us to finally look out for the Big One. If
people before that time had pondered the nonexistence of telegraphy, they could
have rested easy -- a luxury we clearly do not share today.

"Sit down, Palmer," Celia said, pulling me toward a battered, flowered couch.
She took the wine from my hand, turned to the tiny kitchen, and then paused at
the door to look back at me with a mischievous smile. "I'll open the wine, but I
was just indulging my sweet tooth. Would you like to join me in a piece of
cake?"

CAKE!

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"No thanks," I said, my voice a little shaky.