attempt at writing - An excerpt from the novel: Labyrinth of Reflections.

<b>attempt at writing</b> - An excerpt from the novel: Labyrinth of Reflections.

AY-Track: IRONMAN RUSSIAN RAVE (VOL.1)
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(C) Sergei Lukyanenko
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      Labyrinth of Reflections.

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           (Excerpt from the novel)



   Five years ago, a virtual world was
fiction fiction. Already existed com
           computer network, helmets, virtual, nye suits, but 
it was H; profanity. Were created hundreds of

P; games where the hero was free to ne
  ; Remeschatsya in bulk and colorful
  ; Mr. cyberspace, but on the virtual
           actuality of speech and could not go.

   World created by computers, is too primitive. He does not go 
in comparison even with Toon, even more so - with movies.

What to say about the real world? Could run on a painted 
labyrinth and castles, fight monsters - or

friends, sitting at the same computer. But even in delirium none
would confuse illusion with reality.

   Computer networks allow communication
people around the world. But this was just an exchange of lines 
on the screen ... at best - next to the painted faces 
interlocutor. 

   Genuine virtuality demanded too powerful computers, 
extremely high-quality lines, titanic work millions of 
programmers. Town like Diptaunu, would build more than a dozen 
years. 

   That all changed when former Moscow
hacker, and now a successful American
Citizen Dmitri Dibenko invented the deep.
Small program, which affects the subconscious. They say he was 
obsessed with Castaneda, was fond of meditation, dabbled

grass. Believe. His former friends admit that he was cynical 
and lazy slob and a mediocre person. Also believe.


   But it has generated deep. Ten-
movie, scrolling on the screen itself
itself is harmless. If his show on TV (say, in some countries
ventured to do), then the viewer nothing
feels, will not be party to the movie. Dmitry himself only 
wanted to create on the computer screen a nice background for 
meditation. He created it, let the walk on the network and two 
weeks of nothing suspected. 

   And then a Ukrainian boy looked at the colorful play of deep 
program, shrugged and started to play their favorite Game - 
"Doom". Painted hallways, and buildings that hideous monsters 
and brave hero with a shotgun in his hand. A simple 
three-dimensional game, it started with a whole epoch of the 
bulk of games. 

   And he came into the game.

   Empty (it was already late evening) room of the Patent 
Office, where he worked, had disappeared. The boy never saw a 
computer, after which he sat. His hands shook on the keys, 
making the move to draw the figure, turn and shoot - and it 
seemed to him that he ran through the corridors, dodging

from fire charges and grinning faces. He
realized that this game, but did not know why
it became a reality, and how to finish it.

   The only thing he could think of -
pass it through. And he went, although it is
was much harder than before.

   Graze now become not just reduce the percentage of vitality
on the screen, and with what, and should be wound.
Pain, weakness, fear. He found that
blood-drenched floor becomes slippery,
that the stone slab, behind which lurks
a cache of ammunition, very heavy, that the hot pocket, and the 
impact of a grenade almost knocked down. Elixir, restoring

health, had an unpleasant bitter taste.
The vest was made from thin
metal plates and a fairly easy
on the body - but too roomy and uncomfortable zavyazochkami on 
the back. Hours later three became jam hammer shotgun, he had 
to tread slowly and gently, shaking her finger in different 
directions. 

   At five o'clock he walked to the end of the game.
The monsters were defeated. On a stone wall
before him stood out game menu, and he
cry poked the muzzle of a shotgun in the word "exit".

   Illusion dissipated. He sat quietly in front of a computer 
humming, eyes watering, encrusted keyboard under his fingers 
was broken three sheets. Sink button that He took the game over 
the trigger. 

   The boy turned off the computer and fell asleep on a chair. 
Came to work employees saw that the whole body had covered 
bruises. 

   He spoke about what had happened, and, of course, nobody 
believed him. Only in the evening, remembering what had 
happened, he thought of the meditation program and suspected 
Dibenko wrong.


   After a week of feverish world. Corporation, except for 
selling computers and software, carrying billions in losses - 
Everything from programmers to secretaries and naborschits, I 
personally visit in cyberspace. 

   With a light hand Dibenko program called "Deep" and began to 
march world. Ahead have been studies that have proven that 
about seven percent of the people are beyond the depth and 
staying in virtuality more than ten hours a day can lead to 
nervous disorders and psevdoshizofrenicheskomu syndrome. Month 
remained before the first death in virtuality, when an elderly 
man, whose fighter jet was burned in Space battle above the 
planet reasonable purple reptile, died of a heart attack right 
behind the computer keyboard. 

   It could no longer anyone to stop or
scare.

   The world was plunged into the depths.

   "Microsoft", "IBM" and the computer network
Internet have created Diptaun.

   The main advantage of deep-virtual
was simplicity. No need to detail draws buildings and palaces, 
faces and details machines. Only the general outlines and 
small, recognizable parts. Brown walls, divided into rectangles 
- a brick wall. The blue top - the sky. Pants Blue - jeans.


   Peace dove. And back to the surface is not going to. In the 
depth was much interesting. Let it remains accessible

Not all, but the intellectual elite swear allegiance to the new 
empire. 

   Depth ...