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

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

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

The thaumaturge sat at his desk, seemingly out of place gold-rimmed spectacles perched on his nose, burrowing into his papers. Every now and then he dipped his pen into the inkwell, corrected something, shook his head, and began to crack his abacus.Rob is here. Looking up from his papers for a moment, he gave a fleeting smile, but Jane shuddered perceptibly. — Jane, honey, we have a holiday set.- All right, sir. - The girl said colorlessly and silently closed the door behind her.- Sit down, sit down, there is no truth in your legs. Ware dimmed the scarlet glow in his eye, took off his glasses and wearily rubbed the bridge of his nose. Who would have known it would be so tiring...- What are you doing?- Things to do, buddy. I'm a villain by the standards of your friends, a real antagonist, remember? And evil is supposed to be exactly what you demanded - ugly rich and frighteningly law-abiding.- Really accounting? I couldn't hide my chuckle.- Balance and grandmas. Of course, Okama

So I distribute debts and go to surrender to engineers. And doctors. And to everyone who understands this matter. Otherwise, I will not see sleep as my own ears.I felt in my pockets—the holographic aquarium on the left, Bauer's gift on the right. If they don't let me into the PP, I'll have to use glasses. And, perhaps in the future, only them, until they fix me. I'm tired of these lucid dreams. Edik said that lucid dreams are a direct path to conscious death, which opens the way to choosing the next rebirth.Yes, I'm starting to rant. The modem squeaked, signaling the completion of the download.Direct connection. Refusal.So, okay. The situation is not entirely hopeless. You need to draw up a plan of action.Now I'm jumping into the "Distant Search", there I'm looking for Avdeyka in the closed world and, therefore, Shelly - his meadow aunt.Next is the weak point in the plan. I really need to talk to her. A difficult task for several reasons at once: Rob beat her, defeated her and a