Corporation

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Stanley had no idea what efforts and sacrifices it cost them, as they say, you know less, you sleep better, anyway, in response to any questions, neither the Companions nor the Guardians spoke plainly, habitually getting off with empty and streamlined speculations.

And what, our business is small, write down what you see, and then throw it off to the Guardians.

But even such meager knowledge was enough to draw their own conclusions.

The time of life allotted to all of us has expired, no matter what the Companions do now, the noosphere of the Mother perished.

And people died with it.

No matter what the corporations and the corrupt authorities of the agglomerations that depend on them in everything, the situation over the next few years only got worse. Madmen with a bouquet of psychiatric diagnoses that were considered not coexisting in one head had nowhere to store. Only the heaviest and those who did not have relatives left at will were taken to the azilums. The rest, if possible, lay