Dmitry Glukhovsky - Metro 2034 English fan translation (v1.0) (docx) by Dmitry Glukhovsky Page A
Authors: Dmitry Glukhovsky
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In old times when the bloated monster city lived its fever like life and the metro was nothing but a soulless traffic
system for the restless people of the city, a young Homer who everybody just called Kolya, already walked with his flashlight and iron toolbox through the tunnels.
The way there was prohibited to mortals. The only things that were meant for them were around 150 polished marble pillars and tight wagons that were covered with colorful advertising. Even though they spent between two or three hours in the rocking trains of the metro, millions of people weren’t aware that they only saw a tenth of this unimaginable big underground kingdom face to face. And so that they wouldn’t start to think about its real extend or about where the inconspicuous doors and iron blockades, the dark side tunnels and the over passings that had been closed for months because of reparations lead, they turned their attention away with conspicuous posters, lead them with provocative but dumb slogans into nowhere and even chased them on the escalators with wooden advertising announcements per loud speaker.
It seemed like this to Kolya after he began to deal with secrets of this state within a state.
The colorful plan of the metro should convince curious minds that they dealt with a civilian object here. But in reality these lines in those happy colors were crossed by invisible
lines of military tunnels which lead into government bunkers and military depots. Even some lanes were connected by a labyrinth of catacombs, out of the pagan times of the city.
When Kolya was very young and his country was too poor to compete with the ambitions of others, the bunkers and air raid shelters which had been build for judgment day collected dust. But with money people returned with bad intentions. Rusted, weighting tons, doors opened creaking, food and medicament supplies were renewed and air and water filters were brought back on the newest level. Just in time.
The job in the metro was like a welcome into the society of the freemasons. He felt like that because he came from a small town. Once an unemployed loner, now and now member of one of the most powerful organizations that rewarded his humble service generously and brought him insight into the deepest secrets of the world order. He also liked the pay of his job; they didn’t request much from future service men.
It took him some time to realize through his colleges hesitant explanations why the metro organization had to lure their employees with high wages and extra money for dangerous work. No it wasn’t even for tight work shifts and
the voluntary sacrifice of daylight. It was about totally different dangers.
Homer, a skeptical man, never paid much attention to the never dying rumors or even darker stories of the devils work in the tunnel. But one day one of his colleges didn’t return from his side inspection of the service tunnels. Like the man all documents vanished, he had suddenly never worked in the metro.
Only Kolya, still young and naïve didn’t want to settle with the disappearance of his friends. Until one of the older employees took him to the side and whispered, looking around hastily and said that they had “taken” his friend with them. Kolya realized just too well that something sinister was going on in the Moscow underground and that long before Armageddon broke over the huge city and destroyed all life with its flaming breath.
The loss of his friend and the initiation into this forbidden knowledge should have scared Kolya. He should have left his work and found a different one. But his arranged marriage with the metro had progressed into a passionate affair. When he was feed up with endless wandering through tunnels he let himself be trained as a substitute train driver
and secured himself a firm place in the complex metro hierarchy.
The closer he got to know this ignored world wonder, the more nostalgic he looked at the antic
In old times when the bloated monster city lived its fever like life and the metro was nothing but a soulless traffic
system for the restless people of the city, a young Homer who everybody just called Kolya, already walked with his flashlight and iron toolbox through the tunnels.
The way there was prohibited to mortals. The only things that were meant for them were around 150 polished marble pillars and tight wagons that were covered with colorful advertising. Even though they spent between two or three hours in the rocking trains of the metro, millions of people weren’t aware that they only saw a tenth of this unimaginable big underground kingdom face to face. And so that they wouldn’t start to think about its real extend or about where the inconspicuous doors and iron blockades, the dark side tunnels and the over passings that had been closed for months because of reparations lead, they turned their attention away with conspicuous posters, lead them with provocative but dumb slogans into nowhere and even chased them on the escalators with wooden advertising announcements per loud speaker.
It seemed like this to Kolya after he began to deal with secrets of this state within a state.
The colorful plan of the metro should convince curious minds that they dealt with a civilian object here. But in reality these lines in those happy colors were crossed by invisible
lines of military tunnels which lead into government bunkers and military depots. Even some lanes were connected by a labyrinth of catacombs, out of the pagan times of the city.
When Kolya was very young and his country was too poor to compete with the ambitions of others, the bunkers and air raid shelters which had been build for judgment day collected dust. But with money people returned with bad intentions. Rusted, weighting tons, doors opened creaking, food and medicament supplies were renewed and air and water filters were brought back on the newest level. Just in time.
The job in the metro was like a welcome into the society of the freemasons. He felt like that because he came from a small town. Once an unemployed loner, now and now member of one of the most powerful organizations that rewarded his humble service generously and brought him insight into the deepest secrets of the world order. He also liked the pay of his job; they didn’t request much from future service men.
It took him some time to realize through his colleges hesitant explanations why the metro organization had to lure their employees with high wages and extra money for dangerous work. No it wasn’t even for tight work shifts and
the voluntary sacrifice of daylight. It was about totally different dangers.
Homer, a skeptical man, never paid much attention to the never dying rumors or even darker stories of the devils work in the tunnel. But one day one of his colleges didn’t return from his side inspection of the service tunnels. Like the man all documents vanished, he had suddenly never worked in the metro.
Only Kolya, still young and naïve didn’t want to settle with the disappearance of his friends. Until one of the older employees took him to the side and whispered, looking around hastily and said that they had “taken” his friend with them. Kolya realized just too well that something sinister was going on in the Moscow underground and that long before Armageddon broke over the huge city and destroyed all life with its flaming breath.
The loss of his friend and the initiation into this forbidden knowledge should have scared Kolya. He should have left his work and found a different one. But his arranged marriage with the metro had progressed into a passionate affair. When he was feed up with endless wandering through tunnels he let himself be trained as a substitute train driver
and secured himself a firm place in the complex metro hierarchy.
The closer he got to know this ignored world wonder, the more nostalgic he looked at the antic
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