I FX6FEE

Foreword

You have to think with this book or you'll miss the depth. Nothing is as it seems. Who's who? Who loves or hates who? And finally, what is the new word that is plaguing not only my tongue, but also my cerebral threads. I swear by the time you get to chapter 4, or at worst chapter 5, your brain will be boiling. That is, if you're anything like me. And I wrote the book!

In the end, every story is about love. Don't throw this book away just because you don't like science fiction. You might be surprised that it will move you more than the romance. It's a bit of a tough nut to crack. Should I write a hard renian capsule? Lots of new words, new forms, new derivations. A glossary? It's not alphabetical.

This book is not for uncomfortable times. This book is a preparation for a rainy day. It teaches you not to collapse when the world is complicated. It'll get you interested in new things and new inventions and actually rejuvenate you. The story of ArtFork is not unique. What's unique is how it's told. I leave it to the reader to unravel the layers of time.

And I humbly add that i myself, in translating the text into English, kept finding new and new angles and was surprised at what i found. But I don't want to underestimate the readers. Maybe they are more well-read than I am. That's quite likely. There's bound to be one or two people smarter than me. And so there is no need for further instruction.

After my experience with the Czech edition of ArtFork, I have used bold and italics for this edition to make the text easier to navigate, especially since the reader will surely consult the glossary often. Hopefully this will help the reader to get a better idea of what they are reading. Speaking for myself, I can say that as a child, books with illustrations and short descriptions were what I enjoyed the most. So I also created AI illustrations for the book, even though the characters in them are humanoid - as opposed to the story, where none of the characters have those traits. It's not a bad thing, though. I loved the illustrations myself. Imagination is a strange phenomenon.

Happy bird hunting! Endri

I FX6FEE

Who would have thought the detective Fork would be the one to win a luxury interplanetary trip to island in the constellation Between the insane fences. That doesn't sound very impressive, but the truth is that island is a magical planet. Perhaps the fact that when you're beaching on the shores of salish seas at night, you can see two rows of stars in the night sky, hence the name Between the insane fences, plays a part. Island is a fairly advanced planet, and the fact that astronomy is a well-developed field here speaks for itself. The local The GYWSAIN, Go Yest Whereas Sensible Ay Isn't, is one of the local top - astronauts from here fly as far as the planet FX6FEE in the galaxy Moushramee. And that's where ArtFork came from.

FX6FEE was his home base, specifically the town of Nastreenfaat1589XCaemino. NastreenXCaemino for short. In the locality of JibhaainHulu, in MarkerPlace neighborhood, at 9 Devahee Street, on the ninth floor of a ten-story building of the Balinquist missiles, in apartment number 152A, he was in the process of packing his last few belongings into an ultrathin fleecer.

On the table were the last HajinBa magazine, the key fob of fa and the plastic cards needed for identification at the railway lines. He didn't need much. ArtFork was used to traveling light, and with everything he wanted to take, he wouldn't have been taken on board anyway, let alone traveling at his own expense - he wouldn't even have had the money to pay for it. The flight to island - spelled with a small i for good measure - might not have been his dream, but he'd bought a piece of crunchee gum last week and happened to win. The code from the paper was imprinted on his wrist, and then in a bar, while he was drinking in the fanfare mood, he saw the winning code printed in the paper.

They have just shot MahammuFlaytra, the leader of the Djiboutian Sharp-Philist rebellion. ArtFork, as a member of the Balinquist missiles, had to be careful now. The Sharp-Philist were lurking everywhere and the antennae were on the move. Never mind that Art was trying not to interfere. Philists were just going after anyone who had a traccoo made of swampie ink on their leg. It's luminous and impossible to hide. It shines through clothes, even when one layers it.

His colleague NamastFinger from a rail line Shou in Zhenshusheyhoolia, near Aktamo Temple, was killed. Fork was having a crazy maefee and looking forward to nothing more than getting as far away as possible. Who knew he'd get his wish. Especially in this quintan, with more wars going on in intergalactic space than in the last thousands.

The number of black holes has also increased. Space-time is warping more than ever. The devil's gonna trip over it. Fork wore an identification card around his neck, more like a... module that, in the case of interplanetary travel, plugged into the flight deck along with the other modules, and the computer evaluated whether the passengers were compatible and able to interact during the flight. The last time this happened was ten quintans ago, when one just-so space voyage resulted in the collapse of the entire crew and crew on board - all because of a single incoherent thought. Vrahiyas didn't like Svandyas.

On board was a citizen of Patrian Trinity of Xshului County, her great-grandmother having been in the Dvantora sect, which for many quintans had made snuff slides for Valen tobacco for Vrahiyas merchants. And that was enough to disintegrate the whole ship into electrical particles. Traveling in quantum waves is not to be underestimated.

"Welcome aboard, Mr. Fork," Flaehie smiled at him. "Honey. What are you doing here?" Flaehie was Fork's mistress. One of many, of course. But Flaehie didn't cringe at that. She had her heart removed in time of the frogheadie government. No time for games now. Which is why Fork didn't wait for an answer. You have no heart, you have no memories. Perhaps that's why Fork still appreciates such trifles and clichés as a sticker gum, cockney lollipops and frost-resistant fluiders. He had two fluiders and one cockney lollipop in his pocket, but he didn't know that a cursory inspection it's these valuable artifacts that they'll confiscate.

"It won't go through quantum foam?" Fork wondered. Flaehie just said into the microphone: "Dear passengers, please remove all small items from your pockets, take off your mouth substitutes, light-up musks and jaw supports. Also remove all precious metals, pendants, charms, liquid capsules, hard renian capsules and other similar items on the passing trolley. You will receive your trinkets upon your return from island. Remember that jaw replacements and jaw supports can be purchased again at the arrivals hall of your final destination.

Have a nice flight."