The author of the stray turned out to be a genius. No, I'm serious: how can you fit so much into thirty kilobytes? First things first, of course, an emergency shutdown from the network and PP. True, there was a small problem ...The fact is that synthetics in itself allowed the players some liberties, because even if the player was completely immersed in the world, he still held controllers in his hands, and these are buttons and, as a result, their combination. But what to do if you are in the game almost physically while your mortal body is snoring in a chair? What buttons to press?- Think, head, I'll buy a cap!Stem would hardly talk about disconnecting from the direct connection modem if it were not possible. But how to press a keyboard shortcut if ...I looked at the rectangular window in the terminal solution in confusion. The four buttons at the top are "Connect", "Analyzer", "Viewer" and "Program Description". I definitely don’t need the last three, their functionality exhaus

The system administrator who appeared on the call in a sweater with a tortured look immediately crawled under the table - apparently, to check the wires.- What's this? He pulled a wire from under the table with the crimp cap almost off.- How do I know? It looks like a network cable. They would have abandoned the archaic a long time ago, wireless communication is everywhere.“Uh-huh, they refused. How the hell did you know.Scratching his beard, he patted the pockets of a chic belt, which he apparently inherited from high-altitude fitters. The desired was found on the left thigh - it was from there that the system administrator took out a machine for compressing the network cable. Quickly cutting off an extra piece, he put on a contact cap and plugged it into the network connector of the terminal.- How did you manage to pull it out? Pulled, huh? I shrugged. - Okay, business for five minutes.The terminal turned on showed only the crossed-out antenna icon.“What the…” There was a sin

“They say there were giants here.- Yura, I'm sorry, we all ... - Edik winked at me fervently, without completing the sentence.He got better though. Albeit not as fast as I would like, and warm April has already managed to smoothly flow into an almost hot May smelling of herbs, but still. Edik returned to duty. The inner yard of the hospital is overgrown with grass, so far short, dotted with whimsically walking paths, trees, bushes, where it is so convenient for patients to walk after the operation. Although, of course, "walking" is not really about us. A wheelchair, a rigid frame around the neck that makes it difficult to turn the head - and this is after almost a month under anesthesia.Nevertheless, despite the fact that I sometimes forgot about it, Edik turned fifty. And this is not twenty or even thirty years, when most of the sores heal almost instantly. He was not even considered elderly yet with an increased life expectancy, but without specific therapy, the incisions on his

"Welcome to the world of Alien War. Warning: To avoid network latency issues, please select the closest local cluster to you!"I hovered over a huge map of the world, made as if by a medieval cartographer - parchment yellow with age, puffy cheeks of the wind and, of course, the obligatory "dragons live here" somewhere in the western part of the map.Most of the map turned out to be inactive, in fact, the choice was between the continent, which occupied the entire eastern part, a tiny island in the northwest of it, and an archipelago in the southwestern part of the ocean, uninventively named Western."Recommended Clusters:Western HabitatOshtaniaLimbo"— Eh… Well, let's go first.The map of the continent unfolded, approached, filled with conventional icons, rivers stretched from the mountains, and scary monsters inhabited the forests."Please choose a starting location. Warning: the starting location determines your future class!Available locations:Khaang's handSuburb GaryGreat C

It’s just that the game conventions seem to be incomprehensible as the air coming here, like the work rate of a miner who needs to work not from here until lunch, but just hit a stone with a pick a couple of hundred times. So here.And here is another game convention. A skeleton, who knows how it ended up here. Quite human, clean, he lay with his arms crossed over his chest, as if he had died long before he was dragged here. But what a huge one! Of course, I was not the tallest, but this one was almost twice as tall as me! No, this would definitely not have passed according to our drifts. Perhaps there is another way?I put the lantern next to a strange skull, covered with skillful knitting, geometric patterns. Definitely not human, more likely belonging to some kind of monster. But here everything was just obvious - the deceased must have used this skull during his lifetime as a kind of helmet, protecting his head from blows.What was required to be proved - the skull-helmet easily s