PART TWO: «THE GOOD TEAM — FORMATION»
PROLOGUE: THE BEGINNING OF A NEW PATH
Location: The White Void. Orig's base.
Orig stands in the center of her new headquarters, created by the power given to her by the Creator. She looks at the empty rooms and knows: she needs a team. She can't fight TVstool alone. She closes her eyes and reaches out — she can feel other worlds hanging in the void like fruit on a tree. She searches for those who are lost, who are lonely, who need hope. She opens a portal — white, soft, almost transparent — and steps through.
CYBER DEAD TABURETKO — THE FIRST ALLY
Location: Future-World. A city of metal and glass, gray sky always choked with smog. In an underground lab, Cyber Dead Taburetko — a robot-girl created by a mad scientist for killing — sits alone.
She looks like Orig: brown hair, but messy and shorter; a paper mask with ರ Д ರ drawn on it (now metal, glowing red); a black top, a bold red jacket, blue jeans with one torn leg revealing a broken robotic limb. Her cylinder weapon is always with her. She is aggressive, bold, brave. And she hates her creator.
She escaped, breaking the door with her cylinder. She ran through empty streets, not knowing where to go, eventually ending up in a medieval-looking city where she pretended to be a peasant. But her metal leg gave her away. She sat by a fire, looking at the flames, feeling empty.
Cyber Dead: (quietly) — I'm not human. I'm not a robot. I'm... nobody.
Suddenly, a portal opens. Orig steps out, looking like an ordinary girl — a blue sweatshirt, jeans, a paper mask with °∆°. Cyber Dead jumps up, ready to fight.
Cyber Dead: — Who are you?! Where did you come from?!
Orig: (raises hands) — I'm Taburetko. I won't hurt you. I came to offer you a choice.
Cyber Dead: — What choice? What do you know about me?
Orig: — I know you escaped your creator. I know you want to be free. I know you're tired of being a weapon. And I know you can be something more.
Cyber Dead: — Why are you helping me? What do you want?
Orig: — I need a team. I'm gathering those who want to protect worlds from evil. From the one who destroys everything in her path. I can't do it alone. And I see strength in you.
Cyber Dead: — How did you find me?
Orig: (quietly) — I feel those who are lost. It's my gift. Or my curse. It doesn't matter.
Cyber Dead: — You didn't answer what you want.
Orig: — I want you to be yourself. And to help me.
Cyber Dead: (pause) — You really think a broken robot like me can help?
Orig: — You're not broken. You're the one who chose freedom. That's the most important thing.
Cyber Dead: (looks up) — Fine. I'll come with you. But if I think you're lying — I'll leave.
They step through the portal. Cyber Dead feels something she hasn't felt in a long time. Hope.
EGYPTIAN TABURETKO — THE PROUD RULER
Location: Egypt-World. Endless sands, pyramids, and hot sun. On a throne of gold and ivory sits Egyptian Taburetko — an empress-pharaoh, with a sun halo above her head. Her skin is tanned, her hair slightly darker and longer than Orig's. Her mask has ㆁ∀ㆁ drawn on it. White robes, many layers of white fabric, typical pharaoh clothing.
She is kind and wise, but with a touch of vanity. Her people love her, worship her. She's used to respect and admiration. But inside, she feels empty. She's missing someone who sees her not just as an empress, but as a person.
Egyptian: (standing on her balcony) — I made them happy. I gave them peace and order. But why do I feel alone?
She hears a noise behind her. Turning, she sees a portal — the one Orig opened. Orig steps out and bows.
Orig: — I'm Taburetko. I'm looking for those who can help me save worlds.
Egyptian: (looking down) — You think I will leave my throne for some war? My job is to rule, not to fight.
Orig: — I know. And I'm not asking you to leave your people. I'm asking you to help when needed. If TVstool reaches your world, your people will no longer be free. You'll lose everything you built. I don't want that. And neither do you.
Egyptian: (thinks) — You're right. I can't let that happen. But why should I go with you?
Orig: — Because you're a leader. You know power, and you know how to protect it. We need to unite to protect what we love.
Egyptian: (steps closer) — You speak as if you know me. Where do you know about my power? My world?
Orig: (quietly) — I know many things. But some I can't tell. It's a secret.
Egyptian: — You intrigue me. Fine. I'll come with you. But I'll be watching you, Taburetko. If I notice you hiding something — I'll leave.
They step through the portal. Egyptian looks back at her palace, but she doesn't regret it. She feels something bigger awaits her.
DANCER TABURETKO — THE FRAGILE SOUL
Location: Theater-World. An old theater with peeling paint and worn seats. Behind the scenes, in a small dressing room, sits Dancer Taburetko. She looks like a ballerina — a pale pink cap like ladies from the 19th century, jester shorts, a golden-ocher dress. One eye is covered with brown cardboard, the other has a red rose. Her hair is like Orig's, but with pale pink "storm" pigtails. She holds a staff that looks magical but is actually plastic.
She has never seen the streets. She was kidnapped as a child and locked in this theater. The director told her: "You are a doll. You will dance until I say so. You don't need the world, and the world doesn't need you." She believed him. She danced every day, thinking that was life.
Dancer: (dances on stage) — When I dance, I feel alive. But what do I know about life?
She hears footsteps. It's Orig. Orig sits on the edge of the stage.
Orig: — You're Dancer, right? You want to be free?
Dancer: (startled) — Who are you? You want to make me a doll too?
Orig: — No. I want to show you what real life is like. Out there, beyond the theater walls, there are people, streets, flowers. A world where you can dance not by order, but by choice.
Dancer: — I... don't know what that means. Dance by choice?
Orig: — It means you can choose. When to dance, how to dance, and for whom. You don't have to be a doll. You can be yourself.
Dancer: — You really think I can do that?
Orig: — I know it. You're stronger than you think.
Dancer: (pause) — What if I can't?
Orig: — Then I'll be there. You won't be alone.
Dancer: (quietly) — Okay. I'll come with you.
REAL TABURETKO (MALE VERSION)
Location: Real-World. A gray city where everything looks like fog. Male Real — red-haired, hairy arms and legs, tired gray-green eyes, stubble. He works as a taxi driver, wears a gray-black T-shirt and jeans. He clutches a paper bag — the one his mother gave him as a child when he was scared. In his world, everyone looks like shadows. His girlfriend is becoming more distorted every day, her silhouette blurring. He doesn't know it's just a misunderstanding. She feels the same.
Male Real: (sitting in his car) — Why is everything getting worse? Why can't I understand her?
Orig steps out of a portal and sits in the passenger seat.
Orig: — You feel something's wrong, but you don't know how to fix it.
Male Real: (startled) — How do you know?
Orig: — I know many Taburetki. You are one of them. And you want to understand what's happening to your girlfriend.
Male Real: — Yes. I want her to be real again. I want to see her face, not a distorted shadow.
Orig: — I can't promise I can fix it. But I can show you how to find answers. You're not alone in your pain.
Male Real: — How did you find me?
Orig: (quietly) — I feel those who are lost. It doesn't matter. What matters is that I can help.
Male Real: (pause) — I don't know you. I don't know if I can trust you.
Orig: — You don't have to trust me. You can just come.
Male Real: (long pause) — Okay. I'm in.
REAL TABURETKO (FEMALE VERSION)
Location: Real-World. Another part of the same gray city. Female Real — a red-haired girl with piercings, pimples, plump. She wears a black tank top, a pale blue t-shirt over it, a blue skirt with white patterns, and black sneakers. She constantly drinks water — she has a condition of water deficiency. She sees her boyfriend as a distorted shadow and fears he's hurting her. She doesn't know he feels the same.
Female Real: (sitting on a bench) — I don't understand what's happening. We used to be happy. Now I'm even afraid to look at him.
Orig appears from the shadows and sits next to her.
Orig: — You think he doesn't understand you, don't you? You think you're not meant for each other?
Female Real: (startled) — Who are you? How do you know?
Orig: — I'm Taburetko. Like you. I know what it's like to feel lost. But I can help you find answers.
Orig: — You need to see that you're not enemies. You're just two people who can't talk to each other. It's not your fault. It's not his fault. But it can be fixed.
Female Real: — Why are you helping me?
Orig: (quietly) — Because I know what it's like to be alone. It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I can help.
Female Real: (pause) — Okay. I'll come with you.
FISH TABURETKO — THE MONSTER WITH A GOLDEN HEART
Location: Ocean-World. The Red Sea. Fish Taburetko sits on the shore — gray skin, yellow slit-pupil eyes, fins instead of ears, a shark tail. She used to be a normal 14-year-old girl. She drowned in a storm while trying to save her parents, but instead of dying, she was bitten by a vampire fish and transformed into a human-fish creature. Now she lives underwater, hiding from humans, afraid of her own appearance.
Fish: (looking at the water) — I don't want to be alone. But I look like a monster. Who would want me?
Orig steps out of a portal and sits beside her.
Orig: — You're Fish, right? The one who drowned and became something else.
Fish: (startled) — You... you're not afraid of me? Look at me. I'm a monster.
Orig: — I see more than your appearance. I see your eyes. There's no malice there. Only pain. And loneliness.
Fish: — You don't understand. I can't be with people. I'll always be scary to them.
Orig: — But I'm not running away. I'm here. And I want you to know: you're not a monster. You're just different. Your appearance doesn't define your soul. I know you're kind, loyal, ready to protect those you love.
Fish: (long pause) — You really think that?
Fish: (stands up, straightens) — I'll come with you.
They step through the portal. Fish smiles — for the first time in a long time.
COLD TABURETKO — THE FROZEN SOUL
Location: Antarctica-World. Endless snow, icy winds, and emptiness. Cold Taburetko trudges through the snow, her face blank, movements slow. She wears Eskimo clothes, but she doesn't feel warmth. She has lost everything. She wanders alone, her staff with the spirit of warmth long extinguished.
Cold: (barely audible) — I want warmth. I want to feel something other than cold. But I don't know how.
She collapses into the snow, ready to give up. Orig appears through a portal and kneels beside her.
Orig: — You're Cold, aren't you? The one who wanders the Antarctic looking for warmth.
Cold: (barely audible) — I'm not looking anymore. I'm just walking.
Orig: — Why don't you give up?
Cold: — I don't know. I don't know why I'm still here. I just want it to end.
Orig: (softly) — I know what you're feeling. I was at the edge too. I thought there was no way out. But I was wrong.
Cold: — You've been at the edge? You know what it's like to feel nothing?
Orig: — Yes. I know. And I know it can change. Not quickly. Not easily. But it can.
Cold: (quietly) — I'm tired. Too tired to believe.
Orig: — Then don't believe. Just let me help. You don't have to feel warmth right now. You don't have to be happy. Just stand up. Take a step. And let me be there.
Cold: (long pause) — I don't know if I can trust you.
Orig: — I'm not asking for trust. I'm asking you to walk. Step by step.
Cold: (slowly rises, leaning on her staff) — Okay. I'll go. But I don't promise I'll make it.
Orig: — I don't need promises. I just need you to be.
They stand in the snow. Orig extends her hand. Cold looks at it, then slowly takes it. She rises. Snow swirls around them.
Cold: (barely) — Thank you.
They step through the portal. Behind them remains Antarctica.
BROKEN AND FORGOTTEN — THE SISTERS
Location: Ruins-World. Broken Taburetko and Forgotten Taburetko sit among the rubble. They are 10 years old. Broken — covered in cracks, glowing blue. Forgotten — semi-transparent, like a ghost. They've lost their world, but they have each other.
Broken: (crying) — Why did we lose everything?
Forgotten: (quietly) — I don't know. But we have each other.
Orig appears and kneels before them.
Orig: — You're Broken and Forgotten, right? I want you to come with me.
Orig: — Somewhere you can live. Where you'll have a family.
Forgotten: (quietly) — Family?
Orig: — I'll be your family. You'll have a Cook who'll feed you. A Fish who'll protect you. A Dancer who'll make you laugh. You won't be alone.
Broken: (looks at her sister) — We'll go?
Forgotten: (nods) — We'll go.
COOK — THE MOM FOR EVERYONE
Location: Diner-World. A cozy wooden house with the smell of pies. Cook stands at the stove, wearing a chef's mask with drawn freckles, a hat, and an apron. She's the heart of this diner. Everyone loves her.
She doesn't know other worlds exist. She just lives, cooks, and helps people. But she feels she could do more. She enters the diner, sits down.
Orig: — I heard you're the best at cooking. And the best at listening.
Cook: (smiles) — I just cook. People come to talk, I listen.
Orig: — But you can heal souls. That's a rare gift. I know many Taburetki with wounds. They need someone who'll just be there and feed them. Come with me. Be our mom.
Cook: (takes off her apron) — I'll come. I've always wanted a big family.
CRAFTSMAN — BUILDING FROM SCRAP
Location: Junkyard-World. Endless mountains of trash. Craftsman works in her workshop made of old crates, fixing a mechanism. She has short ash-blonde hair, work clothes, protective glasses. She creates everything from nothing — from garbage, from scrap metal.
She came to this world because you can find anything here. She creates cities, machines, weapons. But she feels she needs something bigger.
Orig steps out of a portal.
Orig: — You're Craftsman? The one who makes masterpieces from trash?
Craftsman: (not looking up) — I just fix things. They break, I fix.
Orig: — I need you. My team. We can't create portals. You can create anything. You can help us.
Craftsman: (turns) — Portals? Complex devices. Expensive. You ready to pay?
Orig: — I can't pay. But I can give you purpose. You'll build bridges between worlds. You'll build the future.
Craftsman: (wipes her hands) — Sounds interesting. I'm in.
Location: Storm-World. An endless field where lightning strikes. Storm stands on a hill, lightning in her left hand, wind in her right. She is a wild shaman, serving only nature. She won't join anyone.
Orig: — I know you don't want to serve anyone. I'm not asking you to. I'm asking you to help when nature is in danger.
Storm: (voice like thunder) — What do you know about nature?
Orig: — TVstool will destroy everything connected to life. Mountains, forests, oceans — all will become gray emptiness. I know you won't let that happen.
Storm: (looks at the sky) — If TVstool touches nature, I'll kill her.
Orig: — That's what I want. You don't have to be with us, but you'll be near. You'll be our lightning in the dark.
Storm: (nods) — I'll come when I'm needed.
Orig stands in her base, surrounded by her team. Cyber Dead, Egyptian, Dancer, Male Real, Female Real, Fish, Cold, Broken, Forgotten, Cook, Craftsman, Storm. Each came for different reasons, but now they are one.
Orig: — Thank you for coming. I can't tell you everything about myself, but I can promise one thing: we will fight together. And we will win.
