relax. Cool wings.
«I knew you’d like it,» I smiled.
– Let’s go?
– Yeah.
***
A huge steel fortress. Centrum, I think it’s called. I don’t know exactly what’s going on here, but it’s definitely something serious. You just won’t get there. If there are no keys. But we are not ordinary people, we know how to do something. A fiery sword appeared in Dimon’s hand, with which he made a hole in the wall.
«Let’s go,» Dima commanded. We took a few steps and ran into an invisible wall.
– You won’t go any further! – I understood. – There are no cameras further.
– From here we will listen and observe. Quiet! – Dimon concentrated. I also heard voices now. But from here it was impossible to discern who they belonged to.
– Are you sure this is a good idea? – said a male voice.
– Of course, I’m sure! – said another man. – I listed all the benefits. AWG’s innovative technology can take the quality of life of Government members to a new level. And ordinary people will be able to get outside the House. All you have to do is sign the contract and…
– I am not interested in the lives of ordinary people, I said this right away. And other members of the Government think about themselves. So what can you offer me personally?
There was silence for a second. The one who proposed the deal spoke up:
– We agreed that we would be alone! Why these spies?
– It’s just the two of us, isn’t it?
– You said that Centrum has the highest level of information security. Are you saying that these two are in the corridor here without your knowledge?
I froze in place so that even the sound of breathing would not attract unnecessary attention. And Dimon looked at the place where there had recently been an opening, cut out with a fiery sword. A steel wall, not a trace left of the hole. It will take a lot of time to do a new one. Time is worth a lot in moments like these.
– I don’t know who you are talking about. I never use modulators. I don’t trust these newfangled technologies. Augmented reality is for the poor people who live in the Houses. I already have a lot of interesting things, I can afford to appear on the street.
– If these are not your people, then let me deal with them.
Something emerged from the blackness of the camera blind zone. A huge black monster, three times the height of a man, from which drops of ink dripped onto the floor. The creature was holding the barrel of a pistol in its hands.
– Run! – said Dima. A shot rang out. My friend fell to the floor. But it did not dissolve as one would expect.
«This can’t be!» – a thought flew through my head. – «Weapons of the third generation»
There have been rumors about this for a long time. Once upon a time, at the dawn of augmented reality, there were first-generation weapons. You shoot from it at a target, tying it to a certain place. But trade unions of information workers considered this inhumane. Then came the second generation of weapons that cops carry. A shot – and the target ends up at home, where he forgot his body, passing into the Internet astral. There have long been rumors about weapons that completely erase personality. Does the Government really have something like this?
This is not the time for philosophy, however! He ran, but ran into a steel wall. You cannot get through such information security as easily as through the reinforced concrete wall of the House.
– You can’t run away from me! – the monster laughed from behind.
Shot; the bullet whistled near his ear. I felt for the viper button. Of course, they can find me using the wipe track. But those who don’t take risks don’t drink champagne! If they catch him, they will definitely find him. Or they will shoot from this strange fluff. Pressed the button.
«Are you sure you want to move to the anchor point?»
You ask again! Move! Otherwise there will be nothing to return!
Darkness. And a moment later the original white walls in the room are two by two meters.
«Hello, Ilya,» the familiar voice of a smart home. Svetka. I’m so glad to hear from you! I wonder how Dimon is doing? – What will you have for dinner?
– Nutrient mixture number seventeen.
– You have a new letter.
Was it really found that quickly? Eh, why did I agree to this? Dimon, Dimon, you always involve me in all sorts of adventures! I’m still young. I want to live!
Opened the message.
«New MMORPG game «Battle for Freedom!»
Well, you were scared. To spam.
He fell down to take a nap. And the rest is tomorrow. We still need to figure everything out.
***
Deja vu, or is life in the modern world so predictable? The bed disappearing under the sleepy young body. The smell of sterilizers. The walls of the room are two by two meters painted with white paint. Svetkin’s voice:
– Ilya, it’s time to get up.
– Let me lie down, you heartless machine!
– Ilya, get up! – my robot secretary is not far behind. What kind of people are women? I go to her with all my heart, and she said: «Get up, get up!»
I lazily got out of bed, and the bed immediately began to fold neatly into the wall.
– Let’s take a shower. And prepare nutritional formula number six.
– Nutrient mixture number six – only on weekends and holidays. And today is Thursday.
I’ve already overcome it! The housekeeper was found.
– I have a holiday. I was born again yesterday, one might say. Prepare, I tell you.
– OK. But before breakfast and shower – push-ups.
I wanted to curse, but my eyes dropped to the folds on my stomach. In augmented reality, you can complete your abs, but here there are only classes, only hardcore! He bent his arms a couple of times and asked the secretary:
– Light, how is my turn to start a family? Progressing? Otherwise, I’ll soon look like Rambo, because I play sports every day, but I still don’t have a bride.
– Your turn – seventy-five thousand three hundred twenty-seven.
– Are they specially adding numbers there so that the young, growing organism will finally go crazy?
