Miscellaneous - Once after an experiment in neurochemistry, I didn’t know what to do...

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once after an experiment on
neurochemistry, I didn’t know what to do.
I decided to praise joker, just
I’ll tell him my opinion on Murzilka.
                                        
the telephone receiver instantly grabbed
in my ear.  I understood, tear it off -
no use.  the line started almost immediately
send me a stream of information. simple
frequency modulation.  some data.
nothing, let them lie in some
corner of the brain. the tube is still from the ear
don't tear it off.                            
                                        
“You know, joker,” I said, “in your
magazine I found two scenic articles...
                                        
- and which ones?..                          
                                        
-well, first of all, introduction.. - with difficulty
I spoke out. everything swam before my eyes,
the world was shaken.                         
                                        
-and what’s the stage there?..-and outro.. also stage.               
                                        
my words sounded like a reproach. I understood
this, although I didn’t hear myself. everything around
filled with iridescent
frequency modulated sounds.
                                        
- in general - the magazine is super.. - in my head
cleared up a little.  what's the line to me
did you send this?.. - especially to me
liked the articles..                    
                                        
I listed the articles I liked.
the tube was still stuck in his ear.
That means there will be a second gear, I decided.
the carrier frequency did not disappear, and soon
new packages are coming...                    
                                        
-How do you make such rules? -
I asked.  while joker will answer,
my brain will rest a little..
                                        
- with whom and for what do you want
unite?  - I asked again when
joker talked about rulez.
                                        
the joker's words were painted before his eyes
foggy white background picture
uniting zx-people                 
                                        
at some point I realized how
close joker approached the Pure
Rulez.  -Listen... but I wasn’t in thatpark.. - I said, although before my eyes
I clearly saw myself in it. -
a little offensive, and in the sunny gray
I didn’t look at my eyes either.. for some reason
I didn’t have all this..
                                        
-well.. - joker is not obliged to answer
a question I asked myself.
                                        
-if you want, I’ll break all yours
bright ideas about xx.. -
he suggested.                           
                                        
- and how?  - I instantly
fell out of the park into the white fog.
                                        
-I'll send you photos of her.             
                                        
-are they big?.. -my brain can’t
nothing more to accept for this session, but
if there is little information, you can
try.   - if small, then
send it.                               
                                        
“in pieces of 6144 bytes,” answered joker.
                                        
on the digestion of concentrated
information will require a lot of resources -
I thought.                              
                                        
-don’t you have it in jpeg?..                 
                                        
-however, okay.joker couldn't afford to break
ideal, and I understood it perfectly.
                                        
“We’ll go to St. Petersburg soon,” said the joker.
                                        
-For what?                                 
                                        
- to the Olympics.  and don't ask why and
who needs it..                        
                                        
“That’s probably good,” I thought out loud.
I.                                      
                                        
-so what about jpeg?                   
                                        
I have to make sure that the joker is not
will break the ideal.                         
                                        
then the carrier frequency is lost, the handset
fell off her ear and plopped down on the sofa.
headache after unexpected disconnection
was splitting apart.                          
                                        
- okay, joker, bye.. - picking up the phone,
I said. the last of my strength was spent
to hang up on
telephone set.   eyes closed
yourself. the fog cleared, revealing a cold,
the emptiness that echoes endlessly...