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I just swore helplessly and soundlessly, staring into the darkness. Went to the fucking store for some bread. I mean, saved the world. Now start the character again, develop it. It's a shame! In terms of pumping, this one has moved much further than the previous ones.Okay, now let's come to Limbo beach in the close and warm company of Agnis, chat while the rollback and registration of the death of the next game character takes place. Maybe we'll cross paths with Yolka.Or not?The darkness did not recede, the fussy notice forbidding to beat your deity, blinking, nevertheless disappeared.But the timer has not gone anywhere:"Your character is in an unconscious state. Game session time has been suspended."So Ware didn't kill me? Seriously?!What happened to the bloodthirsty god of the Redskins, who once brought the whole world to its knees with passion and hooting? Soft, old? Opponents no longer kill, but simply cut down?I aimed at the timer, focused on it - an additional hint immed
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- First.“But…” “Honestly, I thought she herself had already tried, but it didn't work out, or something like that. - What about the status?No, no, I've never been here. My powers have been handed down to me. Here they come. Hey you two! The nearby alabaster figures turned their heads towards the voice. - Come here.The Corrupted obediently approached and froze.- Here's the rope. Hold on and don't let go. When I say, you will slowly, step by step, approach the edge. Do not let go of the rope.Silence.- It's good that you understand. Put it on, - she threw the already familiar cradle. - Make sure it holds up well.“I don't like all this.- Stop whining, time is running out! Put on.- You have a character, of course ... - I obediently began to entangle myself with belts.— Yes, not over the head, bastard! It's under your feet!“Since she was so smart, she would have gone down herself.- I can not. - The girl busily tied a rope to the protruding iron ring of the cradle, checked the st
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So, stop yelling.- I brought you a smoke so that it would not be completely dreary. he said, holding out a plastic box. - Lost your cigarette? If the doctor allows, I'll drag something to wipe the soul. I know from my own experience how dreary it is to lie down all day.- Thanks. I thanked. - Truth.- Nothing. I see you are already in the memory, in the mind. It is unlikely that you will be kept here for long. Maybe we’ll even roll up a corporate party! He smacked his lips. - "Flying" one of these days will again call at the port, so you yourself understand. New modems should not be put into business without preliminary testing.He slapped his throat so eloquently that it became obvious that he would have to test at least a liter.Okay, you have my number. If you suddenly need something - just dial! I'll take you any time of the day or night. In the meantime, I leave you - I see you need to whisper. With a wink at me, the chief left.Funny, so funny, of course. I remember that some s
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A long time ago, almost ten years ago, there was a breakthrough in the field of information technology - and we stepped out of the world of neural networks and adaptive algorithms to something that already had the right to be called a semblance of artificial intelligence. Of course, science fiction writers long ago predicted the emergence of machines with self-awareness, but the reality again outran all forecasts, being both more amazing and more ruthless than any human dream.We have always followed the path of least resistance, looking for the shortest and fastest paths. But in fact, it turned out that the universe is arranged differently, the most important processes never happen suddenly and instantly. Gene therapy and CRISP cured most of the ailments, extended life, but acted slowly, unhurriedly, throughout the life of the owner of the implant. The cloning of living beings did make it possible to grow exact likenesses of the donor - but at the stage of the embryo, which had yet t
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— I guess. He answered evasively. - Guilt? Vodka? Or intravenously?- I have no time. Can you deliver it to the right world?“It’s not so easy to get out of there, do you remember?- He doesn't need to. I just want the Umbra idiots to stop pissing the kid off.- I will. Anything else?- I do not know. Are the cultists closed here?“And Conquest too!” God giggled. “This is my throne room, everything here is subject to my will.— Stairway to the sea?“Sorry, laying out carpets and arranging armor was somehow lazy. he winked. - You swear, swear. Let's talk. And drink all the same, otherwise ...A goblet was woven from the air in my hand, and I took a sip of some strange green effervescent liquid from there, which, nevertheless, hit my brain like it should. Immediately it became a little easier to live, released the twisted tension."It's not real, wow! I'm not even on PP, it's just glasses!Convince yourself.- Do you want to ask something? - Carefully specified the Spider, settling next
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Further contact, service, obtaining military medical certificates - in general, before the last reform, there was no time for games. Now I have much more free time, that's why I came.I chose a random character, a random world - I was even more surprised. I remember: has intelligence mastered several worlds since the end of the trilogy? And so, I am standing at the base, clutching a tablet with documents in my hand, running on alarm to the portal, fleeing from the attack. The last attack of the Conquista, as I remember now.Okay, this is all the preamble, a fairy tale ahead. I don’t know if the game itself chose the role for me, or if I filled out the initial survey so successfully, but even in virtual I turned out to be a shrink in a military organization. The fighters were trained according to an unusual program, teaching them to survive and act exclusively alone, and not as part of the OGRP, as scouts of the "Search", the main tasks are reconnaissance, elimination, sabotage. Nothin
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The Christmas tree, no matter how incredible the way she managed to get to me and leave her gift on the windowsill, brought it for a reason. Maybe in her family this little thing is used just to calm the nerves or relax when nothing else helps? Or, if you believe in the terrible theory of Astrix about the difference between the worlds - in the world where Tael exists, such projectors were invented specifically for therapeutic purposes.One way or another, and watching the holographic fish dancing in the aquarium little by little brought the state of mind in order, combed the "disheveled brains", restored the balance in the mind and allowed to exhale. Yes, in addition to doctors, five more remote specialists are working on my problem, trying to figure out the reasons for the outbreak of psychosis, but it seemed to me that such a state was caused solely by overload. I hardly slept normally, I was always hanging in the virtual, trying either to get Mekon out of trouble, or to save my Oud
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Of course, this is not the main entrance and not a turnstile for visitors - that's where the elderly Luddites from among retired warriors who despise "all these newfangled virtual toys" may well live. The drawing of the hospital territory showed four entrances and exits, two of which fell away for obvious reasons, another one, most likely, is also guarded ironically, since the authorities call in there. This means that there was an automatic barrier at Northern Avenue: from there, trucks drove into the territory, supplying sealed containers with food concentrates and medical consumables, plus garbage trucks picking up waste. It is unlikely that a guard is sitting there, no one wants to watch the garbage being taken out.So we are on our way there.The automatic barrier, depicted on the plan as the most ordinary folding stick, in fact turned out to be a dead gate with an archaic thorn at the top. Like at a secure facility, by golly! Nothing, I'm still in the system. A request for the r