- Put yourself in order. You have a performance now. And tomorrow I'll have an interview with you. And you will not refuse me. Now forget everything ...

The girl dutifully nodded and began hastily to put herself in order and dress. And even in clothes she is damn good. Yes, the producer knew a lot about his desires.

- I go out - he shouted loudly, and the ambal - bodyguard, without delay, released him from the room.

After about fifteen minutes, a concert-presentation of the new album began. She sang, as always, excellent. Alex was sure that she had already forgotten her recent submissive fuck. That was his will. But Alex was in no hurry to leave the club. They were doing here.

He returned again to the bar, where the people obviously increased. The party was roaring, discussing the latest gossip, and was clearly not at all interested in Sophie's last concert ...

- Oh, you are even alive, and in the club, - there was no limit to the surprise of the already familiar young man of incomprehensible orientation

- And what did you interview with Sophie? - he asked maliciously.

“You won't believe it, but I did it,” Alex said very seriously, “drinking another dose of whiskey.” Previously, this Scottish drink reminded him of moonshine, but most likely before that Telegin had used a rough hand-made article - now he just enjoyed the oily taste of the elixir - a very sweet girl turned out to be.

Of course, I did not take the interview, but Sophie gladly agreed to do it tomorrow.

The boy just opened his mouth wide; he was surprised alone - his partner on TV air somewhere disappeared into the dark jungle of the club.

- You're not kidding?

“You see that I am safe and sound ...”

- Will you take me to the company tomorrow?

- What is your name?

- Mitya, I am from “Muzoboz”. I thought we knew each other ...

- And for sure - Mitya. Sorry, forgot, - Alex smiled amiably, - but only a favor for a service ...

“What problems,” Mitya came very close to Telegin.

- Yes, I'm not talking about that, - Alex squeezed back disgustingly (now the orientation of the lead has become more than clear) - you better help me in another question.

Mitya understood his mistake and took the starting position

- I'm listening to...

- As you understand, in Moscow I am a new person, I know almost nothing about the party. Tell me, keep up to date ... Your information - and tomorrow is a joint interview with Sophie.

“And whiskey at your expense,” Mitya quickly agreed.

“But only a detailed story, but I see a person who is well-versed in the affairs of a party,” Alex encouraged him, ordering a couple more cups.

Of course, using his gift, Alex could lead anyone to a frank story. But why be forced, if a person was ready to tell everything for a dose of whiskey and some kind of professional mutually beneficial combination.

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- And how are you doing? - the doctor called as soon as Alex left the club. The necessary information about the club regulars was in his memory, so he was even glad that Sergey Anatolyevich had disturbed him with questions.

- While everything is in order. I have just been to "Okolesitsa"

- At Sophie's concert?

Dr. Alex’s awareness was no longer shocked.

- Communicated ...

- With Sophie - yes. Bitchy girl.

The phone in Alex’s hand grunted with satisfaction in Sergei Anatolyevich’s voice

- So it was intended ...Did she beat you up?

- For soap ... - Alex grinned in turn, - tomorrow I will interview her ...

- But only...

“Not only ...” Alex paused, “Sergey Anatolyevich, are they really not real?”

“You still doubt,” despite the seriousness of the tone, a grin was heard in the doctor’s voice, “even after what was happening to you.”

- But they lead like people ... Both externally and internally. I still do not see anything artificial in them. Sometimes it seems to me that these are ordinary living girls, subject to strong hypnosis. Yours, my.

The doctor paused, then said:

- You are giving me a compliment again ... I guess you're right. But not that mine, but already in principle, and your models are real girls. No, they are just dolls, personifying artificial intelligence. And in a sense - they are even more perfect people.

Sergey Anatolyevich again interrupted the conversation:

- This is not a telephone conversation. Now a car will come for you, and I will explain everything to you and show you in more detail. Since you are my only student, you should know everything.

Well, the street had long been a night when Telegin appeared for the second time in his life in the office of his employer's firm. Beauty has greeted him with dark windows and silent guards. They politely spent Alex in the room. Here he was met by the already well-known Telegin referent Shevchenko-Neuman. Romana Yakovlevich, it seems, very even affably smiled at Alex. Besides him and two powerful guards in the hall of the premises of the corporation there was no one. Or so it seemed. Twilight reigned here, and even with a good healthy vision, Alex could hardly notice. He read the thoughts of Neumann and found out that the doctor was already waiting for him.

- Where to go? - Asked, among other things, Alex referent.

He nodded knowingly.

- If it's not hard for you, follow me ...

- With pleasure, Alex Neuman kindly winked at Neuman, and the two of them walked to the elevator. The guards stayed in the lobby.

- How are you doing, Roman Yakovlevich? - Politely asked Alex is already in the elevator.

“Well, everything is fine with me,” answered Neuman, thinking with a frightened thought, “Why does he ask me this?”

“It’s just curious how the person with whom you work in the same organization is doing ...” Alex answered his mental question and asked himself without any objection, “Why are you afraid of me, Roman Yakovlevich?”

Neuman averted his eyes, but then, for the first time during their short acquaintance, he openly looked Alex in the face:

- I just feel your power ...

- And this is bad ...?

- If you're with a doctor, that's fine.

- I am with the doctor, believe Roman Yakovlevich, - Telegin patted Neuman on the shoulder, - by the way, where are we going. It seems that the elevator does not move up, but down.

“We have laboratories downstairs, a doctor is waiting for you there ...” Neuman seems to have become less trapped in communication with Alex, but still a little fear in his thoughts and behavior did not go away.

They went into an even darker room. Telegin, who had already almost ceased to be surprised, realized that now something awaiting him was awesome. Maybe even the discovery, or at least the discovery of the mystery of creating an artificial mind. Although he believed his teacher and mentor by almost 99 percent, nevertheless, certain doubts remained in his soul.

Still could not his mind, a man born in the 20th century, at least on a conscious, even on a subconscious level, comprehend everything that happens as a reality.

“I can't go on,” Neuman stopped at one of the doors, “the entrance here is only for the elect ...”

- Oh, thanks... ,

- And how to enter this door. She seems closed.

- For you, Mr. Telegin, all the doors are open here - he bowed out with the traditionally polite smile on his lips, Neumann, hiding in the twilight of long, booming corridors.

What a pleasure to feel elected. Alex looked around - not a soul was visible around, and other inanimate faces and objects. Although, on the other hand, our hero was exactly sure that any premises of the corporation are viewed and controlled. Such things cannot be done without special supervision.Even if they relate to miraculous cloning or antediluvian hypnosis. So, it's time to go on. Moreover, the door really opened in front of silently by itself, finding another, but thicker and inaccessible. But not for him. For this target, despite its massiveness, quietly opened, letting Alex into a spacious room, but also ... Read more →