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2024-10-29 19:42:56— You know, I believe analysts, I believe! - He said, looking somewhere past me. “We don’t learn anything, we keep running somewhere, in an eternal fever we absorb information, process it and add our own psychos to what we bring to others - and this chain is endless. It seems to us that the nightmare in our head is a mental activity, because it is so scary to admit that you are no better than others! Everything is on the move, on the run, monumental, really important things like principles disappear from consciousness, now opinion is more important. Have you heard the phrase "I have an opinion - you can argue with hell"? Here, we are talking about him! There are only flat one-dimensional opinions around, people do not see how they are rolling with a roar into the abyss! And all around "I", "I", "I",
- Hush, hush, Edik, what are you up to? I tried to calm the chief, but it was like getting in the way of an avalanche.
- You know, when I saw what game you were writing a report on, I climbed into the search engine, followed the links ... This fucking publisher is still alive and well! He releases his one-time crafts ... He released until "idab" bought him. So get ready tomorrow for idiotic dialogues and wonderful plot twists. People are waiting for the continuation of the "Search", and these nerds are doing another online wanker. Around only thorns, thorns, thorns, damn it, when are the stars already ?!
- Well, do you want me to give up tomorrow's game? I have things to do as well.
— No. Eddie snorted. “If you don’t take care of it, then someone from the general office will only get worse.” Excuse me for being different. I don't whine, damn it. I didn’t whine when hospitals were stormed, I didn’t whine when the state went too far and tried to put a burden on the recalcitrant population, as in pre-war Russia. I don't even now. It just hurts me how we have everything through the ass. Even now, when a drop in rating means the death of a political career. Remember how and what you were taught, child of reforms. No more than six lessons, no couples, forty minutes of academic time. What will you learn in this time? You argue... Ah
Can you tell me where you got the information and skills for which you are paid? At school? University? Himself, all by himself.
He also said something else, a big man, so diligently for the time being pretending to be a merry fellow who didn’t care about anything. And dig deeper - and everything is here, everything is on the surface. The chronic pain of loss, the despair of a person who personally observes the approaching end of the world and is unable to prevent it in any way.
He is right, new people must fight new problems. But how? Take away gadgets and glasses? Introduce laws and prohibit sitting for longer than a certain period? By force to bring people together and force them to give birth to new ones, to correct demographics?
“Sorry, but we have to ask you to leave the establishment. The waiter loomed over us like an unyielding block. Are you disturbing other visitors?
- What? Do you know who I am? Edik instantly flared up. And it went out just as quickly. “And it’s true that you don’t know. You don't need it. Come on, Rob.
He put on his jacket and got up.
“They won’t pour us more on this street, but I know another place where at least they don’t dilute beer.
Already on the street, lighting a cigarette, he leaned over to my ear and exhaled breathlessly:
- They say that in the new game they tried to solve our problem. I don’t know how they will succeed, but you must tell me everything.
- Everything is accurate.
- Good. - Taking out an old smartphone from his pocket, Edik poked the screen several times. — The taxi will arrive now, and we will continue our cultural program.
He reminded me of someone like that. Someone very familiar. But no matter how hard I tried, no matter how hard I tried, I could not remember where I could see the same manners, the same insulting familiarity in half with the eternal crying about spent polymers. I didn't have such acquaintances, I didn't. Classmates were all impassive, withdrawn children, as if by choice, parents and friends also did not differ in emotionality.
The taxi was quiet, warm, the autopilot dragged us to the next point of libations, and therefore no one prevented us from whining, swearing, washing bones to colleagues and the government. But we were gloomy silent - each in his own corner. Edik, probably, having exhausted his limits on talkativeness, and I ...
- The lock has been removed. - Squeaked in the ear, as soon as we drove a couple of kilometers from the department building. "You want to wake the implant from hibernation?"
- Not. - I said.
We warn you about the dangers of excessive alcohol consumption. Besides, you haven't eaten anything yet today - please take your food.
“Yes, yes, thank you, Mom.
- Hey, hey, wait, wait! Edik suddenly shouted, pounding on the back of the front seat.
I sighed. Brontosaurus.
“Implant, abort the trip.
- The trip is paid, do you want to cancel the order or suspend it?
- Suspend.
With a barely audible rustle of tires, the taxi stopped at the curb and pushed the door of the passenger compartment to the side.
— What is there?
- Now.
Edik jumped out of the car and ran after the figure, clearly out of the hundreds of townspeople - this one walked with a lost look, did not hold any gadget in her hands, did not wear glasses and did not look with the absent gaze of a fully connected implant carrier. Hair dyed a wild reddish-gold color and mischievous freckles visible even from here, strewn across the bridge of the nose and cheeks.
- Gray hair in the beard ...
I stayed in the car, watching how the big man, waving his arms and shouting something, caught up with the girl, stood in front of her and spoke quickly, explaining something. Two unusual things met... Edik also preferred to look with his own eyes, to perceive the world with his own perception. And yet, who does he remind me of?
I was pricked with a needle of memory - the details of the mosaic fell into place. Fros! Well, of course! A medic, an expert in handicrafts, who quietly pines for Fey, and therefore never dares to confess his feelings. Just as big, red-faced and loud.
I glanced suspiciously at Edik. Something told me that he was noted in the "Search" not only as a translator. Otherwise, why are they so similar to the hero of the game? Who drew what from whom?
- Phew! He sighed as he turned back and landed on the seat. - Provincial, got a little lost. By the way, your future colleague is transferring to the school of archivists.
- Did you get a number? I winked.
- Why? he wondered. - Better! I will write her for an internship in our department, just in time for the end of the academic year.
- Abuse of power...
Am I the boss or not? Eddie laughed. “Taxi, we continue on our way, my throat is dry!”
The door of the passenger compartment closed with a barely audible hiss, and the ornate houses of the English quarter flew back behind the windows.
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He dissapeared."Spider, come on!" I pleaded.A silent prayer burst out of my chest and spread throughout the Oikumene, and when there was no space between me and the fury of the avenging god, a huge black sword, literally a millimeter above my head, was stopped by a blade of sand.“You should look for an opponent in size,” Astrix smiled white-toothed.So you helped him. Ware said slowly. "It's good that both of you are here!"- And what will you do? Ban me too?- Not.Ware waved his hand, and the glow of the font parted, releasing the already familiar crystal, which contained the powers of the defeated gods. Only this one was much larger, and not empty. Zhdan froze inside him with his mouth wide open from a tearing cry!- Oh, you're a creature. Spider said softly. “You do understand that after this you won’t leave here with your own feet?”- Don't care. I don't care at all! I will kill you both!The clapping of his hands fanned the blood around him, and the magician's body seemed to
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Closed tightly, I almost completely stopped relying on the light, leaving only my new outlandish vision. It gave the picture with spots, intersecting lines, but the brain quickly adjusted itself, and from the flickering in front of the inner gaze, it independently completed a completely three-dimensional picture of the environment. The steps underfoot seemed new, almost untrodden, although the temple itself is definitely more than two thousand years old...However, this is logical. Only a couple of dozen people have walked this road. The senior pantheon came to the Font when it was still an ordinary cave in the mountain, and, of course, no staircase had yet been built. So consider it an untrodden path.Turn after turn, the levels went past - the sacrificial altar, administrative premises, the household unit, the barracks ... Soon, according to the sensations, the ground level also passed. This was told to me by my vision, since nothing has changed in all other parameters. There were n
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The Christmas tree backed away, and I, sinfully squeezing past it in half, stared thoughtfully at my avatar. A savage Amri, a slave by birth, a pacifist by conviction - it was necessary to manage, in such and such a world, to get a lowered pain threshold! Laughter and sin, in general, are obviously cannon fodder, which usually does not survive even the first serious battle.But they survived. And they didn't even get scars. Unless, of course, do not count those inside. And, of course, a snowflake peeking out from under the undergarments. But this is not a scar, but rather a protective mark. Okay, good time to pull, it is already in short supply.- Hey, get up! I called.The spider said something about the reunion of soul and body. But damn, how to implement it? God somehow forgot to mention the technical details - either he really didn’t know, or for him such tricks are so in the order of things that they are not worth clarifying.No answer. Of course."Get up, motherfucker!" I shook
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- What?! I barked. - What nonsense! Xolotl is alive, I personally...- Killed her? Astrix raised an eyebrow. “Finished off what little was left of her?”But you are all alive. You, Ware, other scumbags. What happened to Shelly?- She was already unstable at the time of digitization because of the child, you understand? One and a half consciousness, working out of tune. Technique then simply did not provide for such a situation ... And now, you yourself understand. Pregnancy is a vanishingly rare phenomenon these days.“But she gave birth in those two thousand years.- Both in real life and in virtual, yes. But in real life, the process of childbirth is simply the separation of one from the other without any sacrifice on the part of the psychostructure. In the virtual, everything turned out a little differently.And who did she give birth to? Gary?The spider chuckled.- Does not give you a dream of rest, I see. No, not Gary. Who cares. The main thing is that the rejection mechanism at
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Agnis exhaled convulsively again, but said nothing.— In general, it all started with Haang as the very first. He went to the abyss, where he deposed the archangel. Now all the Filth is in his hands. They do not touch people yet, but they destroyed one cemetery. Guess which one.“The same thing, without the ankh!” I gasped. “So there is no longer any protection between humans and the Filth!”- Right. Khaang's troops catch all living things and turn them into Filth - they accumulate strength. As soon as they accumulate enough, they move on. We have no idea where, but it is clear now: Haang will not be the only corrupted god at the head of this army. Soon the rest will realize where the game is fatter, and against the seven demons, I'm afraid even I can't resist.- Good. What we can do?- Restore balance. Astrix shrugged. — Return the ankh to its homeland, restore the lich of the plundered cemetery. Even one lich can hold back the Filth indefinitely, and if he summons a bone dragon...-
