Game of Tag. Fantasy. Julia Syanova

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      The memory of one million fifty thousand terabytes allows you to play with the settings (smiles).

      “To say that I’m shocked is to say nothing.”

      He takes the phone in his hands, the avatar disappears immediately.

      “This is both a storage medium and a source of energy; we came to the conclusion that the technology of ‘chipping’ is outdated. There is no chip with information in it, it is a chip itself, there is no battery, because all energy is in all its constituent parts.”

      It seemed for the viewers for a while that this TV-show is simply a practical joke.

      “Perhaps, I will give a command about the beginning of publishing the information in the media and the beginning of PR-action and sales of this phone from tomorrow. So, the code word’ – the avatar came to, sparkled and smiled with a wide sincere smile, – “IIN number one, you’re free!”

      At that moment, hundreds of thousands press releases, video tutorials and annotations to the phone were sent all over the world, to all postal addresses.

      Alexey lightly pressed the screen and the avatar disappeared again. On the table were two transparent telephones, one seemed to be a child’s toy, the second was more massive and already obsolete. He touched the phone again, and it “gathered itself’ and again became a black hemisphere.

      “How much will this phone cost?”

      “Forty-five dollars.” Since our costs for this phone do not require expensive plastic, metal and other alloys.

      The applause blew up the studio. Nobody expected such a low cost of a new toy.

      “I prepared a surprise for you, Lana, and I’ll give you such a phone.” Only, please, do not make my picture an avatar of your phone, I’m not as beautiful as you! Your AOUA FONNI encoder is already waiting in your office.

      Cries of favor and applause reappeared in the audience.

      “Oh! I am very grateful to you! It will be very interesting.

      Now my director tells me that we are still haven’t talked on the main topic – a game with full immersion and technology AOUA Robe. Would you tell us?” (Laughs.)

      The audience burst out again with impatient applause.

      “The game is called ‘Ouiet running’, or, as I call it, ‘run around quietly’, hehe. With full immersion, thanks to the AOUA Robe costume, our players are put into the future world with fantastic opportunities, adventures, stories, where the main goal of each player will be to find ‘The Eye of God’ and ‘The Hand of God.’ Anyone who finds them, regardless of the level, the chosen class, and is the first to bring them to the right place, will be the first winner and will receive one million dollars and five percent of our company shares.”

      The game will start three months later. The first twenty lucky winners, who are lucky in the lottery, will get a free AOUA Robe and ten thousand dollars, a lot of opportunities in the development of the character, being the first in the passage of all possible assignments.

      “Alexey, but isn’t this kind of games already developed in our world? This is not a novelty. What is different about your game?”

      “The difference is that being completely in AOUA Robe, your body repeats all your actions in the game. If you learn to swim in the game, then in life you can then become a first-class swimmer. Your muscles are not only subject to atrophy, but, on the contrary, they acquire in the course of time maximum youth and elasticity.”

      “So, you are going to say: if I do abs exercise and practice blows in the game, then in real life I will have an ideal figure?”

      “Yes.”

      “How does this happen?”

      VLADIVOSTOK, AUGUST 15, 2057

      “Hurry up! Bunch of dead cockroaches! After forty minutes, the ship must already sail! If you won’t be in time, I’ll shove your heads in your a…..! Frozen herrings!”

      In the port there was always windy, the difference was only in the level of trauma danger. In winter, it was worst of all: the frosts at night sometimes fell to minus thirty. Then we had to fight not only with the weight of the cargo but also with the risk to freeze ourselves the “quail’.

      The principle is simple: came, completed work, got money, left. There are changing rooms, a dining room and a shower on the territory.

      “Listen, taciturn, Vasilich is yelling at you! Come on, go ahead, man!” – said Cyril.

      It was a mockery, because only Serega dragged boxes, all the other men had another smoke break.

      “Haha! Yes, move, because we are tired! Ah-ha!” – local workers neighed.

      Sergey did not care. He was used to ridicules of his “colleagues.”

      He did not consider as necessary to answer them and go down to their level. He simply kept silent. These jokes were nothing in comparison with what happened three years ago.

      Only Uncle Vasily remembers how, after the shift, he found a young boy, all beaten up, in blood.

      Then, having earned five grand for a shift, Serega was happy, but not for long: the next guest workers quickly emptied his pockets, not forgetting to threaten that they would cut him if he were to complain.

      “Lord, what is going on! Boy, are you alive?”

      Vasily tried to stifle a bunch of dirty rags.

      Mmm, it hurts … – and the boy’s head jerked back.

      “He seems to be alive. But if he dies, then there will be a lot of problems, the only thing we need is to deal with cops, f..” – thought Vasily Dmitrievich.

      “Well, he’s alive! Let’s go, to my place, you’ll drink, you’ll wash yourself, rotten barracudas.”

      Uncle Vasya then dragged a lean boy to himself, made him drink vodka, made him wash up and put him to sleep. For the first time after drinking alcohol, Serega quickly passed out.

      All this was he remembered again. Sighing heavily, he picked up the bale and headed for the car.

      “Sergey, are you dreaming? Come on, come on, tempo-tempo!” – Cyril did not stop.

      “Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” – everyone croaked again. But when they saw Vasilich coming out again from the booth, they tossed cigarette butts and lined up in a row to carry the load. This old man could leave them without payment.

      “Sergey! Come on over here!” – And again disappeared in the belly of the “blue-rusty whale’.

      “I’m coming!” – quickly dragging the next bale to the truck, Sergey wiped his hands with a rag and went into the almost blue trailer.

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