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I am a duplicator tester. This invention can bury all computer games at a moment and open a new, only one. The duplicator copies a person, creates him a digital double and sends him to his artificial environment. I will take the first risk of testing this model and penetrating the virtual training ground. They said it was dangerous, the duplicator is still inexpensive. But what difference does it make: if something happens, this will not happen to me, but with my double. So it seemed to me

Do you know where to insert?

Who does not know. A cigarette in the mouth. But now the story is not about that.

I insert a memory card into a neuro -payment,

From my wrists, the wires go to the duplicate.

With a light press I give a signal to the start.

On the wall is a screen, increased tenfold.

The image went, the exact countdown of the date

The priest is irradiates the walls of my hut.

It is specially removed for this purpose that week

To check the new digital model.

Modules - new slims. How did they sell them?

I thought that it would not be easy to get them. Here they are!

My brain is scanned. Bit behind the bat.

The samples are taken broken. I heard five could.

Nervous system test: sleep, delight, anger,

Stress! Chills! Coma! Ready.

A strong data stream has been installed, stable.

The pressure fell and stood in the middle.

My double on the screen, next to other figures.

The numbers came to life. Entrance to the first level.

The screen ceases to be only a projection. The image on the walls turned into reality here and now. The double is experiencing the fullness of sensations of the artificial environment, and the body connected to the duplicator at this time loses the opportunity to feel.

At the first level, the following is the situation:

Youth club, in front of the entrance is a drunken corpse, on the doors - a dumb oak,

In the wardrobe of bamboo, in communication - rude,

I did not want to lick my hands with my clothes.

Looking at the faces at the entrance, I choose the role,

I enter the image, set my voice.

I pick up a hoarse, rather fresh

(So ​​my voice is bright, sharp).

The guard wants to see the contents of his pockets,

Okay, I'll get it. Well? Everything is fine?

Weird. They check my data.

Somehow for a long time. Bezed or due to debt?

Somehow they are waiting for something, some word,

Gesture, sign - in general, something key.

Exactly! I forgot about the auto -information former.

Right now, I will give them all to the damn mother !!!

This special module is very appreciated,

And if it is necessary, inside the palm, with the inscriptions glow.

The informant offers a name, one of two,

I choose the first, I pronounce it out loud1

And then they let me go deeper to the second door:

That's better. I'm already inside.

Something is wrong here.

People move somehow strange: with sharp shocks,

Then too smoothly, like in a thick fog,

In zero gravity. And again hastily jerking.

This is barely noticeable, but quite not natural

My movements have become the same involuntarily.

Interestingly, I went to a free chair

Smoothly as on the air, and fell on it very sharply.

The girl nods me, I don't know her,

She reports that yesterday everything was with a bang.

And leaves. Some kind of "yesterday",

I'm in an oak only this morning? What's happening?

A friend of mine is warmly squeezed to me.

Smokes, puts a pack on the table. I suddenly

I take a cigarette, eagerly smoke three. So much.

It is strange. After all, I have not smoked for five years strictly.

The guy said that it was he who brought my Lech and Lenka yesterday.

Remember how the sofa creaked behind the wall?

I say - I do not remember. He was very surprised.

And then he told me that Lesha probably fell in love.

What does it all mean? And actually is there Lesha?

I thought in a reclining chair.

I sipped beer and numb - the liquid froze,

And after a second, my face flooded me!

Jerks now more often, with greater strength.

Image as an affected air floated

The movement froze and fell off again

I was pressed into the floor, I went through

At that moment, the double was connected into millions of neurons,

Creating a stream. The brain beat current.

I shouted in the room with a cry. The projector cracked.

But my voice remained hoarse and fresh.

The telephone rang. I picked up the phone.

On that