Heaven wave ing

         
         Old man Hendrix Prime lives in Heaven. He made the Heaven by his own hands. Long time ago, in his youth, someone played a joke on him… a cruel joke. Thirty years ago he got thrown down here, on Taymoon-thirty-two, a dump-planet for commissioned space crafts.
         Yes,sir, rather cruel joke, not funny by a bit.
         
         Hendrix was hell of a guy those days – young, ambitious, feisty, full of energy and ideas how to turn the galaxy upside down, and make it spin to any direction he'd desire… Maybe even a goodloking jo, a ladies man – but that part I do not now.
         He got thrown on Tai in a malfunctioned escape pod. He's "touch down" was so hard, that you better don't even ask how hard it was.
         Well, some bones coalesced fine, others didn't, and for some other things he made prostheses from scraps that he found. Because on Hendricks' shoulder was a head, and not some replicated pumpkin – UNT tachyon-cybernetics faculty gold diploma graduate that's a hell of thing, I tell you that!
         
         Well, after he got himself together after the hard landing, than he understood the whole rotten essence of this cruel joke. Metal giant, a planet which orbit Taimoon circled, was jamming everything. And I do mean – everything, every damn type signal that you can think of.
         
         For old Prime that meant an eternity of total silence. Sitting his ass off upon hundreds of various transmitters (he actually could assemble hundreds thouthands, millions even), not being able to signal any inhabited worlds. Life and death in absolute solitude.
         I tell you, that Hendrix was freaking furious! He stayed awake for days, throwing old rusty bolts at little zeerlings and growled in anger.
         After a couple of month of constant blood boil he began to cool down – on pure naked tachyone one can ride just so long, as they say. It took some time for him to eventually calm down.
         But he ain't given up. Don't even for a second assume that he gave up, because if you do – than you do not know anything about Prime family, I tell you that!
         
         Five years it took him to build brand new transmitters. He walked hundreds of miles around his hut while searching for needed parts. Thousands of zeerglins found their death upon the fire and in his stomach, millions of creemnytes  got caught in his traps.
         Another seven years it took him to put the transmitters on high orbit of Tai – he just fired the satellites out of his gravity cannon that he assembled for this matter.
         And after all that was finished, right after the last of the satellites went wooshing to the dark skies, a moment after it took his place above the planet, Hendrix run a connection and the speakers of his receiving console blew up with a commercial jingle of "Echo Of The Galaxy" – a weird pirate retro-radio station, that mainly transmitted ancient techno and some rusted rock. And Hendrix fell down on pilot combat seat, that he used as a chair in his hut and just cried to the sounds of it.
         But when the music began and a DJ started his yapping, Hendrix suddenly realized something… He wiped unwanted tears from his bearded face, and understood that he has no will, and no real intention to go back to the world.. What's changed there after all those years?
         
         So he just sat there, listening, sipping his creemnyte scotch right from the bottle. That broadcasting switch just stayed off, blinking red…
         
         Fore some time he actually thought that he will do it! That he will flip the switch, will call for help. Just not now, later. Tomorrow, or the day after.. But this week for sure! But now, its playing time – the transmitting  power of his newborn baby needs to be determined, frequencies calibrated and many other really urgent things need to be done.
         
         Anyway, to cut long story short, when Hendrix caught ultrazooning beam- a darr-arth race inner translation from neighbor galaxy, he decided that he actually had enough.//
         
         Enough of what, what did he do than, you may ask. Nothing! He did nothing, he just was there. looking out for or at all of you, that one as you wish to think! Why? Don't know. So much happened… Federation war, for instance. Than piece treaty, and after it you know the history – Free Zones were established. GF, or "Global-Free" – what we call net nowadays, based on high-impulse technology.
         Well actually that's what you think, that there are some "new technologies". Heh, it's just your signal goes through a huge retranslation station, powerful more than any other gizmo, so it looks like the Russian commercial "momentarily from one point of galaxy to another" is reality.
         But it's just a joke of Hendrix Prime. So-called joke. His own response, if you want. He couldn't care less, because his antennas won't even warm up even for a bit – the whole metal giant planet is his damn retranslation station.
         
         So old Hendrix is living in Heaven. That's how he calls his hut that he made from steal sheathing, where he's got his control console, a battle cruisers pilot seat and a bottle of creemnyte  scotch. He's your God Almighty now. He digitalizes all of your reality. And He needs absolutely nothing from people. He'll finish up his second cup of scotch (damn, this stuff is so head bashing!) and than he will push that grey button, yeas the one marked "Enter" just like on those ancient sendai net-decks… And than all signals, even WestUni, or nano, or damn Unicodes, will go through his retranslation station with a little extra byte in the sequence. And when you soft will return the jam for re-checkingm there will be one more of this "extra bite". And so on, and on and on…
         
         The galaxy will stand silent one moment. And in this silence, old Hendrix Prime will laugh quietly, and pour himself a third one.