Comunidades Rocinha woke up in the morning like a patient coming out of a coma - not so much waking up as returning to life, slowly receding from the black edge of the night, behind which is only the impenetrable darkness of eternal silence.Even the cold glare of the wandering electric light penetrating the human anthill in the night did not brighten up the deathly lifelessness into which the communidades plunged after sunset. In fact, this swarm of fireflies, scurrying between luridly built on top of each other, half-abandoned self-made human colonies, remained the only tribute to the life that once boiled around, which remained noticeable to an outside observer. Otherwise, only the bluish Cherenkov glow of the sky on a rainy night could diversify the dreary silence of the extinct favela.No, people still lived here, the bowl-shaped valley at the foot of Ponta das Andorinhas still enjoyed its once infamous, attracting biohackers, crypto-farmers and other rabble from all over Rio, wh

The descent took place regularly, on five kamees in a corridor specially allocated for that, which, as if in itself, already caused a nervous itch in Kovalsky's palms. How many thousands of hours it takes to fly along black tracks to completely lose any idea of ​​​​how it is in general to calmly, following the instructions of the dispatcher, enter from the halo orbit to the finish arc of the Lissajous orbit. Most navigators in the Sol systems, when you think about it, didn't feel anything else. Ever since the once-precious triproton began to sell on the inter-corporate market at the price of platinoids, even such a banal thing as a gravitational maneuver was now mentioned exclusively by old-school tracers that exchanged the second ten turns in the Kuiper belt. The youth habitually shuttled along the inner orbits on the active back and forth in comfortable conditions under gravity.With such skills, youngsters simply would not be smart enough to disobey the navigation cabin or, say, fa

The outer edge of the hollow ended here as abruptly as night falls in deep space - once, and as if cut off with a knife. Just a second ago, the cone of the running searchlight rested against an even series of obliquely lined beds, where mechanical "argonauts" worked around the clock, and now under you, as far as the eye can see, there is only viscous blackness, in the bowels of which rare sparkles of deep "snow" only emphasized the deadly the lifelessness of this dense, terrifying nothingness.Divers of the old school called this view of the empty open space "blue", as if as a kind of mocking allegory for the state of nitrogen anesthesia - whoever caught it at least once will understand that, of course, the blue color did not spend the night so deeply. Five "ka" from the surface of the hydrosphere, here, even in the near-IR range, the sensors far from the rifts gave a uniform illumination of the background temperature of one and a half centigrades, and solar photons had not penetrated

Following was its basic function.Following as an instinct, as behavioral mechanics, as an algorithm hardwired into basic motor skills, from which you can’t get rid of, you can’t deviate.So the Danaid butterfly, having barely left the diapause, is immediately ready to set off along the most difficult route many thousands of kilometers to the north, which will take four generations. Focusing on the ultraviolet radiation of the sun, geomagnetic lines and traces of pheromones of other butterflies, a lone danaid is able to unmistakably and tirelessly move forward, overcoming oceanic expanses and mountain ranges without landing.Butterfly-danaid cannot be called smart, strong, accurate or hardy. She was simply born for this in the chain of generational change of living navigational instruments like her.In the same way, he could not be called fully alive, he could not be overly smart - at times, extra intelligence only hinders the achievement of the goal, but he could well be considered a

A steady, emotionless chorus of voices accompanied her with their inevitable hum.Chains of directives, control confirmation of commands, clarification of regulatory parameters, changing the mode of key units. All these voices did not so much want to hear something from her in response, but continuously manifested a sharp, irresistible thirst for control. This illusion lifted from them a heavy burden of deep fear. Fear of losing control. Trust her. Leave her alone.People. those who tried to control it were not at all embarrassed by the ephemeral nature of all these efforts. The reactive speed of even natural neural networks overclocked by augmentation was at best limited to a delay of fifty milliseconds, while it lived in a world of petaflops, where so many events happened in every millisecond and so many calculations were made that the human brain was not able to comprehend in the entire his short life.However, she rarely condescended to such details, preferring to slowly and detac