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first, manual labor, then gradually pushed us away from intellectual tasks. We, in fact, became only service personnel at robots ...
“It sounds like paranoia,” I said.
The major turned to the table:
- Call it what you want. But I still would not trust so much these dolls.
- Why?
- Judge for yourself - here is Steph, for example. What do you know about her?
I sighed. Is it true that we know about her? In addition to the structure of its skeleton and an approximate set of functions, by and large, nothing.
“We trust the machines too much,” he repeated, “and forget that we are human.” Our main strength is the ability to adapt. Only due to this ability we survived where entire classes of animals died out, only thanks to this we managed to colonize the whole planet and create our colonies in other solar systems. But relying on robots in everything, we are degrading. Do you remember, Bregger, when was the last time you wrote anything by hand? Or at least typed on the keyboard? But the fine motor skills of the fingers stimulate the thinking process, and the more it is developed, the better your abstract thinking and speech are developed.
I shook my head. This is strange. I never thought about it in this way ...
“And now let me direct your thoughts in a slightly different direction,” the major turned to face me again. “You had sex with Steph, right?” - I nodded uncertainly. - Where did your sperm go?
- Damn it...
- Yes, bregger. Sperm is organic, a source of energy. Or did you think that you did it with the thought of you?
“Honestly,” I sat down and hung my legs from the edge of the anacamera, “I never thought about that.”
“Naturally ... I would still lie in your place,” he said, rotating some kind of clear liquid in a test tube.
“We need to understand what is happening here,” I got up, and my head spun. I sat down again.
- Wait a bit, - Major put the test tube on the stand and took the next one. - You had a swoon, let your brain get saturated with oxygen.
I nodded.
“How did Sol die?” - I asked when he took the third tube.
“Exploded,” he answered shortly.
- He was planted a bomb? - I was surprised.
- Not. Judging by the trajectory of the dispersal of the spray and the fact that from him left, the explosion occurred inside his body. Or rather, between the head and chest.
“Some kind of nonsense,” I frowned. “Did he decide to nibble the bomb?”
- Rather, suck ...
- What are you trying to say?
- Did you notice? The nature of the damage on the corpses of Sergeant Patterson and Captain Sullivan speaks about the clearly sexual background of these killings. Why would Lieutenant Gray die otherwise?
- It does not fit in my head ...
- Do you have a more logical explanation?
I shook my head and stood up again. This time without discomfort.
- Where are the others? - I asked already from the door.
- In the mess-room ... I’ll go there when I finish ...
- Yes, sir...
I went out into the corridor and headed for the control room.
This is really nonsense, but ...
During anabiosis we have headphones in our ears - they guarantee us a good night’s sleep and allow us to transmit messages when we wake up. And what if during the sleep some messages are transmitted that we don’t remember later? I once read about such experiences. Of course, I don’t remember all the details now, but, roughly speaking, during sleep our consciousness doesn’t work, but the subconscious mind can not only generate images, but also perceive information.
On the control panel of the ankamerami, I typed the command to view voice messages. So it is ... damn ... but who? Who needs it? ... I printed the text message files for each crew member and went to the mess room.
It was unusually quiet, and when I entered ...
Tom was kneeling beside the table in one uniform shirt.His hands were tied to the doors of the lockers above his head, and everything below the belt resembled a bloody mess. I stopped at the door, staring blankly at the sight. And suddenly he moved. I leaned back, ready to jump into the corridor, but he suddenly groaned. He was still alive!
“Tom,” I rushed to the guy and began frantically to untie the knots on his wrists. - Who did this, Tom?
“Mmmm,” he groaned instead of answering.
“Nothing, lad, the major will pay you back, you'll be better than before,” I smiled through my strength and picked him up in my arms as soon as the last knot was untied.
I ran out into the corridor and ran to the Major’s cabin.
- Sir, mo ...? - the end of the phrase is stuck in my throat.
Major Jameson lay on the floor by the table. Blood poured from his neck, and his head slowly rocked in a corner near the anacamera. Tom in my arms suddenly shook with a shiver, and then subsided. I carefully laid him down on the floor next to the major, pulled the head of the latter closer and went out into the corridor.
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit! I was not some five minutes, maybe even less. Who could catch such a short time ...?
I sat on the floor and took out a printout of messages from my pocket:
"81: 15: 46 c. C. - Tear off the head. Tear off the head. Tear off the head "...
"82: 16: 01 c. C. - Captain lustful bitch. Punish her ...
“85: 10: 33 c. C. - Joe is waiting for you. Hurt him. He wants this ... "
“87: 21: 14 c. C. - Good morning, Lieutenant "...
Damn it...
But why?
I slowly got up and, staggering, headed for the engine compartment ...
“Good morning, Lieutenant,” a soft female voice sounded in my head.
With a jerk I sat down on a soft anacamera pad and abruptly pulled the headphones from my ears.
And looked around.
I was in my cabin, the electronic scoreboard above the door showed 87:21.
- What the hell? - I almost cried out.
- Do not you like it? - the same voice that woke me, now came from the speakers under the ceiling.
“Stop these jokes, Steph,” I tried to get out of the anacamera, but I felt a strange weakness.
“The command is not accepted,” a voice said.
“Let me out, Steph,” I shouted, suddenly feeling incredible heaviness.
“The team is not accepted,” the speakers repeated impassively.
- Steph! I shouted in despair, feeling my body sinking into the soft backing. - Normalize gravity, Steph!
“The team is accepted,” she unexpectedly agreed.
And I was able to sit down.
“Coffee for me, Steph,” I snapped.
- Team not accepted.
“Coordinates, Steph,” I asked with a sigh.
- Alpha Cassiopeia system, twenty-ninth square.
“We'll have a seat soon, Steph,” I said, very quietly.
- I know, lieutenant. I will ship the ship.
“The rest of the crew ...” I began.
- Do not worry, no one will remember them.
- But it's me ...
- Yes.
- What for?
Instead of answering, the ship shook gently.
“We are landing, Lieutenant.”
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Damn, Nekki :)) you burn :)) and as always you keep in suspense from the first to the last word!
Ten!
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Oh, thank you, Lark)))) So nice))))))
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Here, damn, well, what for before bedtime, then ?! No, so from morning ... How will I sleep now?
That is what I feel, you have recently quieted down, it turns out they were developing a bloody orgy. No, I am against such stories, as you wish. What, so it is impossible to write such an inconvenience?
And the performance is excellent: both for you and for the lieutenant.
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Thank you, Zhenya)))) And here I think, something for a long time you did not scold me)))))
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Thriller fantastic) Where such knowledge in the pathology. In one breath)
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Thank you, mnu staralso))))
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I liked it, you are straight from there and are aware of all their cases)
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And then))) Just yesterday I returned))))
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Well, of course ... Azimov, you did not read. Heinlein too.But if they had read you, they would have recognized with one voice the BEST :).
And who am I to argue with the unspoken views of Asimov and Heinlein? :)))
You understand, in general, what is the assessment of me, huh? :)
And please prepare some kind of pen for autographs, ok? Notebook I will provide you, so be it))).
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Um, the answer below ... ran away, something ...
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Sergei, do not exaggerate))))) And the idea, by the way, is not mine)))) Thanks KNUD, from me only the implementation ... well, and descriptions of ship life))))))))
Threat and notebook prepare something, but my husband plans to take money for it;))))))
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Gogol, too, "Dead Souls" wrote on someone else's idea, as you remember :).
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Do not believe it - I do not remember)))))
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Here though I do not like fiction, all sorts of robots, but I love thrillers. Thank you, +10 :-)
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I, too, are not really fiction, but I liked this idea))))
Thank you)))))
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For some reason I don’t believe you either)))))
And my answer also “ran away” :) - he belonged to Gogol :).
One feels ... the influence of the story is felt ... Living robots, words escaping from people, taking possession of the world ...))))
All ... we must wait for the first victims)))))
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Do not croak))))
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, most of the straaaaaashno-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh? :)))
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To me? Not a bit)))))
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There is nothing to complain about. Liked. I read it again later.
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Thank you, Kapochka)))) I hope that the reading of a “fresh mind” will not make you change your mind;)
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And why time is the same?
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So that means intrigue for the attentive reader)))) Either he dreamed everything, or the robot girl let the clock down, or the clock was altogether and had no meaning)))))))
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Well, I thought so. Close the loop, but not completely. If only the last remark in the story, then it would have turned out exactly Moebius loop.
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No, then you would have to change the concept and turn it all into a kind of groundhog day;) And so ... it seems like there was nothing, but in my heart it's still nasty ...
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The film reminded me, of course I don’t remember the name. The girl with the company on the yacht fall into a storm. Stay alive, the ship sails past. And the most interesting, a lot of horror blood and a few endings. The eternal circle of hell.
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It seems that I also saw something like that, but I will not help with the name - it’s such)))))
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"'Triangle'"
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thanks, it
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chilling creative about fucking robot)))) just atskie hiss, as in others)))
super!!!
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And most importantly - for the whole story, so no one fucked her ...
Thank))))
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So behind the scenes, maybe, and the product ... why the machine went crazy?
Good story, invigorates. ;)
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Thank you)))) I am glad that he invigorates early in the morning)))))
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Yes, it can be a kapets ... could she lay her eggs there?)))))))))))) Are you so bloodthirsty?
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I don’t know))) I’m losing myself in the motivations of robots)))))) Maybe the roof has moved, or maybe the program is so ...
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Non-commentator, congratulations on the ten from me) Deserved! I walked through all the squares.I enjoyed reading. Thank.
Lord Here is an example of high-class "not porn"!
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And who said that this is "not porn"? Blowjob performed, the sexual entertainment of the crew described, sexually-manic disorder placed at the head of the plot. The author chose the option "not porn" - her right. But you could just as well choose the option: “blowjob, chance, drama”, and this would not be different from the story.
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Eugene! You're right! So after all, I'm about!))) Go to the forum https://eroticspace.info/forum/threads/552/page-9#post-44847 There are my suggestions about yesterday’s discussion.
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No, well, I wouldn't call the drama for anything))))) Blowjob with a stretch, I doubt it)))))
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By the way, I will also say that this is pure “non-porn” water. And even I can justify my point of view on points.
1. Porn scenes (in this case - one, and then - it can be called such a stretch, because the author focused on the description of sensations and emotions, and not on the description of the physiological action, which relates this scene to erotica :)) - so, porn scenes in this story occupy far from the main place, but rather are pushed into the background. It is clear that the story was not written for them. In the language there is the concept of "substitutability of the word": if the word in the sentence can be replaced or removed altogether, it is superfluous there. As applied to the story - you can easily imagine it without this scene, only with some intriguing hint.
2. I knowingly mentioned Heinlein: as a percentage of the number of explicit scenes to the general text, his novel “Fridi” can easily be attributed to the genre of soft erotica. Even “Stranger in a strange land”, if you take into account his relaxed atmosphere, falls into this category. But for some reason no one in the world calls Heinlein either a porn writer or the author of erotic novels :))) (this is about the image of the “sexual entertainment of the crew” :)).
3. Let's return to the story. His original goal is not excitement, but thinking. And the author has achieved this goal. Several times on the forum I expressed the thesis: porn is not a goal, not an end in itself; porn is one of the means to say something about the world around you; one of the author's liberating means. Otherwise, French and Spanish surrealists would not admire the same de Sade - and no one would say that they knew little or felt literature. And, by the way, if you don’t set a shocking goal, then you don’t want to particularly abuse porn :))).
For me personally, this story is a confirmation of this thesis :).
And the curtain: Eugene, please pay attention to the number of views. And for those who wrote comments. Views - a few hundred; Not a single comment from guests. This is the result of discrimination in the non-porn category and the non-commentator’s position of principle. If this story were on the main page, there would be more than a thousand views; and be sure to be noted guests.
You can already talk about caste, is not it? :)))
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And now, Serge, let's look at all this from the other side. Why do guests come here? To think? By no means! Therefore, hang this story on the main day, yes, there would be an order of magnitude more order, but there would be an order of magnitude less ratings, and in the comments there would have been heated arguments like “why the hell did I spread it here”))))) there were already precedents))))) So, stop arguing;) And then I’ll turn off comments XD
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Consider that thwarted applause. If the author wants to make "principled" an end in itself, his right. I showed a perfectly legal way, your right not to see him and go to the barricades.
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Wow, how easy it all goes on such a small innocent provocation)))))
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Thanks, Tsarina, I didn’t hope for such an assessment from you)))))
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10!
Fantastic thriller with elements of horror in the style of non-commentator - a success!
And although I do not like horror films, but I like to read about robots. I like to read the choir and not so the stories of the lovely Not-Commented. But I love her too)))).
Fish-eaten! I am fed aftarsha! I kiss all the places of your face ... virtually))))
With respect and adoration! Your candy wrapper.))))
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Thank you, Yurochka)))))) I'm glad you like it))))))
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And like Friday the 13th, but with the stories today just order :)
Pleased with their space intrigue, although I am not a fan of this topic.
They blew up a matter of honest ten with filled cubes.
Thanks for the story!
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Thank you, Sanya))))) I'm glad you liked it))))))
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In the dark depths of the bottomless space, ghosts of restless souls roam. And they dream is not the roar of the spaceport. What do they dream about?
I liked very much that the ending was left essentially “open”.
Whether it was a dream, or yav. What part of the dream, what kind of reality?
What for? Who!
Who are you, robot Steph?
+10
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I knew that you appreciate))))) Thank you)))))
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Few. Want more.
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Che, pro something to write?))))
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No, why. Something in the same spirit, but 10 pages.
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Hmm ... I'll think about it))))
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Figasse, an erotic thriller!))) Ten little Indians, damn it))) I’m a little bit flinch from the realism described above, but there was no way to break away. And I did not understand why this man survived? Stef, have you ever fallen in love with him? Or was he particularly nourishing?))) Or was it all the same that he soaked everyone himself? But it doesn't seem to fit in time and to physical damage ... In short, there is so much openness at the end that I broke my head))) 10 of course.
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Well ... should someone have told this story?))))) I think that I fell in love, and maybe the program provides)))))
In general, thank you))))) I am glad that you liked it, despite the number of dead)))))
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Yes, I have not been noted for a long time;)
Well this is now avant-garde)))))
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So, ignore me in the black (((
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And it can be assumed that without a lieutenant it is difficult to carry out the landing, or the ultimate cruelty of other crew members. But if you think about it, there are a lot of discrepancies. And only the name as it hints that not everything was so real.
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That's right - but what was really, and that only a game of imagination? Or maybe there was nothing at all, and all this is just a dream? But no - the fact is, of the entire crew, only the lieutenant survived. Or did not survive? ..
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I ignore all. Without bias :) A little tired of reading in general, taking a break. Now here I am back in operation :)
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That's right))))
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And recalled one of the favorite stories Zenevich "Stupid Mike")
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But this is already a praise - really, if it reminds you of something that I haven’t read, it means that there really is a kind of noosphere, and ideas just hover in the air ...
And now we need to figure out where my tarakashek access to the noosphere * thought *
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