+--------------------------------------------------------------+ | Literary page. | +--------------------------------------------------------------+ S.Lukyanenko Text prepared by: A. Smirnov (500:3432/2.1) LABYRINTH OF REFLECTIONS (Continuation, beginning in PLUTONIUM.10 - .1.5) 10 Just five years ago, the virtual world was an invention of science fiction writers. Computer networks, helmets, virtual suits already existed, but all this was profanation. Hundreds of games have been created where the hero could move freely in the voluminous and colorful cyberspace you, but virtuality was out of the question. The world created by computers is too primitive. He's not coming in comparison even with cartoons, especially with movies. What let's talk about the real world? You could run along the drawn labyrinths and castles, fight monsters - orfriends, sitting at the same computers. But even in feverish delirium no one would confuse illusion with reality. Computer networks allowed people all over the world to communicate. But it was just an exchange of lines on the screens... at best - next to the drawn face of the interlocutor. True virtuality required overly powerful computers. ditch, incredibly high-quality communication lines, titanic work millions of programmers. A city like Deeptown wouldn't be built one dozen years. Everything changed when a former Moscow hacker, now a successful American citizen Dmitry Dibenko invented a deep well. A small program that influences a person’s subconscious. Govo- They say he was obsessed with Castaneda, was fond of meditation, indulged eating grass. I believe. His former friends admit that he was a ci- poor and lazy, slob and mediocre specialist. Also I believe. But he gave birth to depth. Ten second video, scroll- appearing on the screen is harmless in itself. If you show it on TV Levizor (they say that in some countries they risked doing this), then the TV viewer will not feel anything and will not become a participant in the film. Dmitry himself only wanted to create a pleasantbackground for meditation. He created it, let it circulate on the Internet for two weeks I didn’t suspect anything. And then one Ukrainian boy looked at the colored re- lyou deep programs, shrugged his shoulders and started playing his favorite game - "Doom". Drawn corridors and buildings, disgusting monsters and a brave hero with a shotgun in his hand. Simple 3D game, with it began an entire era of three-dimensional games. And he got into the game. The empty (it was already late evening) hall of the patent office, where he worked, disappeared. The boy never saw the computer again, which he was sitting. His fingers pressed the keys, forcing the drawn- a new figure to move, turn, shoot - and it seemed to him that he himself runs along the corridors, dodging fire charges u bared muzzles. He knew it was a game, but he didn't know why. it has become a reality, and how to finish it. The only thing he could think of was to go through it to the end. And he passed, although it turned out to be much more difficult than before. A slight wound now became not just a diminished the center of vitality on the screen, and what u should be is a wound. Pain, weakness, fear. He found the blood-stained floor becomes slippery that the stone slab behind which is hiddencache with cartridges, very heavy, that the cartridges are hot, and the recoil a grenade launcher almost knocks you off your feet. Elixir that restores health, had an unpleasant bitter taste. The bulletproof vest turned out to be damaged made of thin metal plates and quite light on body - but too spacious and with uncomfortable strings on back. About three hours later the trigger of the shotgun began to jam, it came I tried to press slowly and smoothly, shaking my finger in different directions. us. At five in the morning he completed the game. The monsters were defeated us. The game menu appeared on the stone wall in front of him, and he yelled and pointed the muzzle of the shotgun at the word “exit.” The illusion dissipated. He sat in front of a peacefully humming computer. rum, my eyes were watering, the keyboard under my stiff fingers was La is shattered. The button he used in the game stuck by the trigger. The guy turned off the computer and fell asleep right on the chair. Arrived Employees arriving for work saw that his entire body was covered bruises. He told about what happened, and, of course, no one bothered him. believed. Only in the evening, remembering what happened, he remembered me- Dibenko’s ditation program suspected something was wrong.A week later the whole world was in a fever. Corporations excluded- we sell computers and programs, suffered billions of losses - everyone, from programmers to secretaries and typesetters, wanted to see visit cyberspace. With the light hand of Dibenko, the program was called "deep" u began to travel around the world. There were still studies ahead to prove who said that about seven percent of people are not subject to depth, and staying in virtuality for more than ten hours a day can cause lead to nervous disorders and pseudoschizophrenic syndrome. A month remained until the first death in virtuality, when an elderly a man whose fighter was burned in a space battle over the planet that intelligent purple reptile, died of a heart attack right behind the computer appearance. This could no longer stop or scare anyone. The world plunged into depth. "Microsoft", "IBM" and the computer network "Internet" created Deeptown. The main advantage of deep virtuality was simplicity. Not it is necessary to draw in detail buildings and palaces, people’s faces and details cars Only general outlines and small, recognizable details. Koruch- The new wall, divided into rectangles, is a brick wall. Go- lubeznaabove is the sky. Blue pants - jeans. The world dived. And he had no intention of returning to the surface. B the depth was much more interesting. Let it remain available not everyone, but the intellectual elite swore allegiance to the new nepuu. Depth... TO BE CONTINUED...
Fiction - Sergey Lukyanenko. Labyrinth of reflections. Continued, beginning in PLUTONIUM 10 - 1.5
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