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Bertie on Earth forgot that time -
Over the long years that Bertie was a frog, he lost a lot of things: like the new Angry Insects Game and the 3D Vampire movies. In fact, while the Evil Queen made it green and amphibious, iPads had not been invented yet. Gorgeous! Difficult to imagine this world, isn't it?
Once I became a human prince, I made up for lost time. He quickly reached level 300 in Droid Rush, and his island in DigCraft was the most exciting I've ever seen.
Almost everyone was impressed with Bertie's rapid progress in games. But not Beatrice. She thought Bertie spent too much time lying on the couch with his tablet, almost not enough time in the real world with her. There were days when I thought quite frankly, he might also be a frog because when she tried to talk to him, he'd stared at her softly and say, "Slurp," before he got back to his game.
When it came to choosing a summer vacation, Bertie was happy to leave that to Beatrice.
"This is where I want to go," she said as she handed him a brochure. It was drawn on thick paper, almost like a card, and the colors were all a little pale. Announce its title in Gothic letters:
Earth forgotten by time.
Bertie's Heart Pages. There were pictures of horse-drawn carriages, bicycles, fat policemen, steam trains, and people wearing padded hats and four trousers.
"Is this some kind of time travel?" Asked Bertie, who was willing to believe anything was possible.
Beatrice replied, "Not exactly, but it's a bit like going back in time. It's an entire kingdom that has decided to go back to old ways. They've banned modern cars, cell phones, game consoles, televisions, processed food ... and all the things that make life." Frenzied, distracted, and stressful. People go there to detox, you know, to get all this kind of thing out of their system - because quite frankly, some people are so addicted to their gadgets, their games, and their gadgets. ”
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"And what are we going to do there?" Bertie asked puzzled.
"Instead of playing Angry Insects on your tablet, you can talk to me and go on romantic outings," said Beatrice.
Bertie knew his fate had been determined, and he had to do the best of it. He decided to surprise Beatrice by becoming an old prince fit only for the holiday. Buy some button-down shirts and button-down collars. He found a jacket with golden buttons, and he grew up a mustache which he waxed off until everything was crooked.
All cars made before 1970 were banned from the kingdom. But Bertie found an old motorbike in the garage that belonged to his uncle. The mechanic did its job, polishing it with wax so everything was shiny. Beatrice sat behind Bertie. They took their luggage in a side cart. I gave the bike a kick start and the engine roared. They rode to the time-forgotten land with a lot of murmuring and babbling - and Beatrice loved every minute of holding onto Bertie's waist and feeling one with the world as he rushed.
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When they reached the border crossing, the soldiers entered the guards in their luggage, looking for any modern, illegal tools. Thankfully, they didn't find out that Bertie had a cell phone and charger sewn into the lining of his leather jacket.
They drove over rugged mountains to the capital. Once there, they collided with cobblestone streets past an iron fence, gates guarded by stone lions, houses built of large stone - under the arches, and across the squares where the fountains played. Sometimes the narrow road was blocked by a horse and cart. Almost everyone who saw it wore a hat of some kind - since it was a vacation spot, straw boaters were popular. The cars were black and square, but they were always beautiful.
They felt totally at home in the hotel, because it was like a palace. Its marble, crystal, and panel walls made it more luxurious than it used to be. The beds were covered in pillows, so they can have great pillow fights. The bathroom was big so you could swim in it. Bertie could hide behind giant curtains, jump and surprise Beatrice when she got back from the bathroom.
The next day they visited the cathedral and art gallery, and watched the changing of the guard outside the King's Palace. In the evening they went to the ballet.
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A spa and beauty care is placed inside the basement of the hotel. Beatrice booked herself a steam bath, followed by a massage, facials, manicure and pedicure. Pampering her beauty will take every morning.
Bertie stayed awake in their room suite. He told Beatrice that he would read Leo Tolstoy's book War and Peace, but he actually didn't turn over a few pages before he started thinking about the cellphone he smuggled across the border. He took out his fingernail scissors and carefully cut the lining of his motorcycle jacket. He wasn't expecting it to work as a phone while on the land that time had forgotten, but all the games worked fine. Soon he was happy to electrocute space invaders.
But, dear, Beatrice is back sooner than expected. She did not enjoy the transaction. The steam room was so cold you could catch a cold, and the masseur had to be an all-around wrestler. She was in a bad mood when she broke into the room and said:
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"Bertie! What are you doing?"
Bertie looked at guilt. He lied, "Just call my aunt Gertrude to find out about her condition."
“No, you are not.” “I confiscated it,” said Beatrice angrily, snatched the phone from him and put it in her silk bag.
Bertie tried not to indulge when they got down in the elevator but that was difficult. He shone when the butler approached him with a letter on a tray. He said, "I was bringing this to your room, sir." Bertie could see that it was sealed with wax. He sat with Beatrice on a golden sofa and opened the envelope with a silver knife. Inside there was a rosette
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A machine addressed to Prince Bertie and Princess Beatrice invites them to lunch at the King's Palace.
"How did the king know that we were here?" Bertie asked. "We were booked at the hotel using fake names."
"Well, I told him we were coming," said Beatrice. "he is my uncle."
"I kept that calm," said Bertie.
"I thought you might not agree," said Beatrice, blushing.
"Do you mean he's the brother of the Evil Queen?"
"Well, all of the royals are one big family, and it's really, really nice," said Beatrice.
"Well, I'm not going to contact anyone who prevents you from using your cell phone with kindness," said Bertie. Then it was Beatrice's turn to get angry.
They both had to cheer up in time for lunch at the palace. Beatrice's uncle, Ferdinand, wore a white medallion costume and had a neat gray beard that looked a bit like the last Tsar of Russia. The meal was served on the balcony overlooking the river and they watched the steamboats and pleasure cruisers sail past.
Beatrice praised the food. “It's my pleasure to eat tomatoes that taste like tomatoes, and fresh potatoes that are full of flavor. Everything from the supermarket at home is so cute and the same,” she said gushing.
Their host boasted, "This variety of potato was named in my honor." "They are called King Ferdinand, and I am honored to issue a decision to name the tomatoes after my dear niece ... From now on they will be called Princess Beatrice."
Beatrice was happy with her uncle's praise. Bertie asked Ferdinand why he decided to turn his kingdom into a land that time had forgotten.
He replied, "I thought it was good marketing." "These days, small kingdoms have to set themselves apart in the market or else they are inundated by the bigger and brighter vacation destinations."
"Did you mean it was a business decision?" Beatrice said disappointed. "I thought it was more than that because you were into traditional values and past preservation."
Ferdinand said: "Oh no, just scratch the surface and you will find a very modern kingdom." "Everything looks old-fashioned, but below are the most technologically advanced parks in the world."
"it's a?" Bertie said surprised.
Ferdinand said: "Yes, but rather." "Have you seen the changing of the ranger? All soldiers are created by 3D computer. It is the cheapest army in operation in the whole world! We do not have to pay for one box of shoe polish."
"Wow," said Bertie. Even Beatrice was impressed. It turned out that all of the artwork on the show was also electronic fake, and that steam trains and even some horse-drawn carriages were all powered by a sophisticated computer system. Many buildings were actually built with virtual reality blocks and then displayed on screens, but they looked so realistic that you could only spot them if you tried to get into them. As for the real-tasting tomatoes and potatoes, they were all developed in the laboratory. Roast beef was made from GMO soybeans.
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Bertie enjoyed the dessert, as it was a light, fluffy, and bright mixture she tasted of strawberries and was made from a can of powder and whipped with condensed milk. When they thanked their host, he posed an embarrassing question:
"By the way, how is my sister?"
He meant, of course, the Evil Queen.
Bertie blushed and said, "Oh, we're not talking to her much now. She's a frog, you know, and she lives in the pond."
Ferdinand said darkly: "I have heard." "It wasn't very nice of you, Bertie, was it, to go and turn your future mother-in-law into a piece of volcanic life."
“I have never done such a thing,” said Bertie. "I am not a wizard. At first she turned me into a frog, then when I became a human again, she transformed herself into one by accident. Her right also serves to be so evil."
Ferdinand said, "Well, I learned that you violated the laws of our kingdom by smuggling a mobile phone across the border."
And when Bertie heard these words, he felt a sense of bad omen - as if he had fallen into a trap. He looked at Beatrice. She bit her lip and looked anxious.
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King Bertie ordered to empty his pockets, and when he didn't pick up that illegal phone, he told the guards to search him.
He said, "We have to search your room again."
Bertie realized that their room had been searched while eating lunch. He thought the good thing was that Beatrice confiscated his phone. but not! Only then was there a loud sound
De De WEEEEEEE!
Bertie's phone was ringing in Beatrice's bag. Beatrice said, "Sorry," like cucumber. She opened her bag and answered it. It was the sales agent who was making the courtesy call to see if Bertie wanted a better deal on his mansion's insurance policy.
"He's not here now," said Beatrice, and then hung up.
“The guards, catch the princess,” the king ordered. Two soldiers advanced and put her hands firmly around her arms.
"No, don't arrest her. Arrest me! Bertie protested about that, it's my phone."
But King Ferdinand laughed and said, "This was my plan, Bertie, but now I see it is better to detain the princess. If you want to get her back, you must return my sister to her former glory."
"But I have no idea how to do this," said Bertie. "I hung like a frog for at least a few years."
Ferdinand said: "You will find a way." My soldiers will accompany you to the border. Come home and open it, otherwise you will never marry your beloved sweetheart princess. "
"Bertie doesn't do that!" Beatrice called out. "She is very evil. The world is better off with her in the pool."
"I don't think I can even if I wanted to," said Bertie.
A day and a half later, Bertie came home alone, and he was furious. He should have saved Beatrice, but without declaring war on the land that time has forgotten, how could he force Fer< > dinand to release her?
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He was so frustrated, he didn't even want to play computer games. His electronic friend Prince Sven was texting and challenging him on a tour of Space Dragons. He did not meet the a
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Mir Sven has never seen, but they played online games together.
He tried to ignore Sven, but his phone was still teeming with messages. In the end, Bertie opened his chatting app and wrote:
"I can't play today. The fiancée was arrested while we were on vacation. I'm trying to sort her out. She might have to declare war."
"Awesome," Sven sent a message. "Have you ever tried electronic warfare?"
Bertie replied, "There is no time for games now."
Sven wrote, "This is not a game." "I mean electronic warfare on the ground."
The first sign that everything was not going well came in the land that the time had forgotten when diners began sending their food to the kitchen. They complained that King Ferdinand's potatoes smelled like rotten cabbage, and the chocolate pudding smelled like beetroot. Then visitors to the art gallery no longer find French Impressionist paintings on the walls, but rather comic clips of superheroes. Ballet has been taken over by hip-hop dancers. The soldiers outside the palace, instead of changing the guard, tied their arms and did the French Can Can. Horse and cart puffs foul purple exhaust fumes. Rococo buildings turned into glass and concrete scrapers. Someone shot like a missile and whizzed around the sky like some kind of raging fireworks. Traffic lights go crazy and old cars get clogged on the cobblestone streets. Police sirens were sounding everywhere was the once quiet, noisy, smelly and crowded capital.
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King Ferdinand was trying to reach technical support on his mobile phone. All lines were busy and he was listening to the gentle elevator music, getting rage with the passage of time. In the end he reached his main art office who inhaled:
"Sorry, sir, we are under attack!"
"What kind of attack?" The king asked desperately.
"Cyber attack sir. Once a hole is closed in our firewall, another hole is opened. They just keep coming to us. We are doing everything we can but this is a massive attack on us. It's a complete war, sir."
Ferdinand was on the balcony of his room. He was so shocked that it took him a minute or so to notice an army of giant frogs leaping across the front yard and invading the palace. The squawk was deafening. It was terrifying. The palace windows were shaking. Ferdinand's hands were shaking.
Ambassadors and foreign ministers were calling constantly. Foreign governments were flying in planes to evacuate tourists. Even worse, holiday agents are canceling reservations and demanding a refund.
Then all of a sudden, as frogs darted from the front door of the mansion and the guards were running for their lives, the attack stopped. All the apparent attackers have disappeared. Glass and concrete turned into stone. Hip-hop dancers were ballet dancers again. For the delight of joy, savor the dessert made of chocolate.
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Vidinand's mobile phone rang.
A familiar and annoying voice said, "Hey, I'm Bertie." "Do you surrender or do we resume the cyberattack?"
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"what do you want?" The king asked.
"Just come back, please, my fiancée," said Bertie. “Because there is one thing that is real in this world that can never be recreated in virtual reality - and that is love.
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