And what happened on Earth in the absence of half of the human popution? And anyway, who said that people can move such incredible distances from each other? Is distance really so important?

  Voi =NeuroMessage 001=

  I am writing this message because it has become extremely easy to create thoughts about everything that is going on in your head and turn them into something simir to the texts of great writers when you understand all that our species has left us for millions of years. This, without exaggeration, was given to us by modern technology, which endows us with local network knowledge at the speed of neural reading. And once upon a time, while we were on Earth, we wondered how we could really pave the way to outer space, is there really no way to fulfill the dream of almost every person on pnet Earth? This way out, the flight to the asteroid, was difficult for us. Oh, how difficult it was to think of the path of the moment when a huge boulder would be attracted to any of these pnets it would then fly over and crash with astonishing force against the pnet where it was destined to leave a crater the size of the Earth... but as it turned out, it was much easier than it might seem. Now we just have to live and wait to find at least some signs of aliens.

  I also really like to talk about how, in the end, we no longer look like the people we were on Earth! It turns out that all those prejudices, stupid worldviews (invented by short-sighted people), hysteria and dogmas that we were stuffed with on the pnet, when we break away and leave the Earth, we also say goodbye to that essence of an earthly person. It's hard to believe, but now the main problem is only the expectation of the future, and yes, this also causes problems for modern people, but these problems are minor, and the problems created by the malfunctions are solved collectively, logically, intelligently.

  And also, imagine that all the time you used to spend on your business, all the things you used to do most to survive, ceased to exist in the future. Because that's what takes up most of your time and resources. Progress tends to free up your time and resources for other things, and, accordingly, look at your life: everything you do will cease to exist. It is changing to free your hands; to untie your hands.

  I am writing all this for that part of earthlings whose myths in their heads have slowed down the understanding of the essence of humanity in nature. Please think about it and come to us.

  BRAV archive 764-01.02.12.3611. Message for Christina.

  We have received new information that there are more than a billion people on Earth, including your father and my mother, who are still there! Do you understand how much I am worried about my family? And no, I do not blindly believe in the best, that their views on the world will be calmly reflected in their entire life path, until the end of their peaceful lives. It doesn't happen, Christina, do you understand? Not on the pnet. Also, do you know what I got on my neurocall today? Stupid texts from my mom about how much she loves me and therefore wishes me to come back soon because she cares about me. Their own invented ideas about a worse life off Earth are spread there as facts. And how can we live peacefully here if our retives live there with their prejudices and do not know what they are doing? Yes, yes, I know, Christ, that you are again telling me that these are all my fears from the past, because in fact, I do not know whether you are using that intracerebral solution to change the DNA responsible for the emotional calm of a person, and in general whether I should communicate with you now, when our views on life have already changed so much.

  A neuroacoustic recording by Bravis.

  Once upon a time, according to the Gregorian calendar, in the year 2035 from the Nativity of Christ, we were the mass of people who dreamed of having our ashes scattered over the hills of the Martian deserts.

  "What would you say to those people who in some sense hold different ideologies, but these points of view are completely contrary to the time that has already come and that drives all of us and the processes that we have been creating for centuries?"

  In 2021, the consumer part of the popution, countries such as Spain, France, and Italy, stopped the process of progress in their countries without actually buying anything; they built their ideal ideologies and dogmas inside the country. It was much more important to them who had lunch and where, what restaurant they visited this time; how they celebrated their birthday, and schoolchildren were no longer interested in what device China had released this time, the iPhone 11 was enough for everyone, and talk about where to go to visit tonight to talk about their favorite thing, food. On the other hand, in the east, on the contrary, the masses dreamed of buying nd on Mars, which, according to theorists and then practitioners, was already within reach. They were motivated by the understanding that a change of residence was only for the better. Well, in these parts, there were already shining eyes of the popution, dreaming and building the future for several generations to come. It seems to me that they were motivated by everything their ancestors had experienced, by the chaos, by the sheer survival, not life. Everything was blindly passed down from generation to generation, but we knew about it.

  Personal archive. Christina.

  What a strange girlfriend. I mean, I understand suspecting your mom of harming herself with some mutagens or something, but me? It's alien to me! Today she made me doubt our friendship. And the most important thing is that I know her through and through, and if she would listen to me, I would open her eyes, which, perhaps, someone has blurred. She has been writing to readers from Earth for over a year. Although no, probably much longer. But what is she trying to achieve? Oh, man. First of all, all her experiences arise from her refusal to accept what is happening to her in real life. I want to say that she just needs to forget the part of herself that is responsible for the past, for that life on the pnet. She has only half accepted life here. She's stupid. I am also stupid, I insulted her and said that our contacts are now broken. It's not true. I love her.

  Voyle =Supplement 02=.

  The new year of the Bravis era came too spontaneously. You know, if there are still those people who follow my eni-local, please tell my mother, Valentina Sergeevna, nickname 987b2251oe, that I love her very much, and let her not worry about those moments when I am under pressure, reminding me of the imminent closure of access to communication with the Earth. I will definitely ask the management to provide me with an eni-network to access you for a few more weeks, maybe even months. And at the end of st year, we were presented with new types of problems, which, by the way, we encountered almost on New Year's Eve. An "intellectual" appeared out of nowhere and miscalcuted the gravity of the pnet Glorigi, while artificial intelligence provided us with accurate data a year and a half ago, but unfortunately, we are not yet ready to fully trust the modified mind! It's so ridiculous. Almost the entire popution has been brazenly fooled by one idiot who had an idea. Yes, I agree, we haven't perfected some things yet, and that's why sometimes such colpses happen. We also had two breakdowns on the left hubs of our beautiful base. We still do not know what caused the breakdown. The main thing is that no unique individual with certain rights appears again, who is allowed to make up any imaginary nonsense with his sick brain! And now we are going to celebrate this New Year, and Katie has probably created some wonderful present for me! So, I wish you to celebrate your New Year beautifully, memorably, and don't forget about personal discretion and awareness. Good luck to you. 01. If you are ready to leave the Earth, please contact us at di729729isop, where you will be provided with all the information about traveling to the asteroid. Please hurry, we are moving away from you every day!

  Voi =NeuroMessage 005=.

  Today I came across something out of this world, it was a creature, or rather a person, but it came from a pnet codenamed Di748-Teta. They say it's a very harsh pnet, and humans need to prepare for it "medically and genetically". It has been almost proven by artificial intelligence that there is a unique fuel with a higher efficiency, which can be used to fuel ships and rockets in the future.

  The man had no skin at all, it was living fibers, or something, and they could change shape under pressure. And he was shaped like a burnt body that seems to be melting at that moment in time. He was an ordinary person in general, but different on the outside. I wouldn't have gone for that.

  Now tell me, please, does it make sense to look for alien creatures if we have genetically evolved to the point where we can create the same forms in humans that are possibly inherent in some creatures from other pnets? No, it doesn't scare me, but I can't understand where we are headed. We have goals, maybe because of them we haven't gone crazy yet?

  I have not yet told you about how the Asian nation "lives" among us, if you can call it that. Life in a virtual, immense, endless space in their heads. Yes, with the help of virtualization technology, neuroscientists have a complete immersion in virtual worlds where everyone is connected by connecting to the global Virtual En-Link server.

  It is there that people spend a huge amount of time who have started families; been on incredible, life-long adventures; and trained their brains to do everything imaginable.

  When these people come out of their virtuality, they are, I can tell you, such egomaniacs and hypocrites, with a kind of heightened sense of self-importance. They consider themselves a new race, they don't notice us, we don't even exist in their real world. They sleep, eat, and do everything like us, but their brains, pumped up by this virtual world of adventure, are many times bigger than we can imagine.

  Perhaps they are the future, but what kind of future is that? That's why I'm against it. Why I don't consider this any kind of progress. This is an illusory movement.

  (2)

  When we first arrived on the asteroid, there was already a certain group among us, a society with its own worldview. These people were almost no different from the rest of us, they enjoyed reality in the same way. And they still exist today. They pnt pnts like the rest of us, grow fruit according to the traditions of their parents, take care of pets, and, of course, have families. They go out to the asteroid, admire the views, go to standard fitness equipment to keep fit and tone, and even repair breakdowns with their own hands; they help to improve what the robots have built. But these people instead spend their free time searching for data in a network of archives. They believe that artificial intelligence is working against humanity. To be honest, I still don't know how much they are into AI, but they are indeed more likely to do those old things that I, for example, have not been doing for a long time.

  Yes, I also regret that I cannot know what happened to the world, for example, in 2010 AD. We all know very little about what happened in 2005 and earlier, and the twentieth century and what happened even earlier, unfortunately, was distorted by AI archives and almost 80% destroyed, and for a long time. It's probably hard for them to understand that information about the past is lost over time. We can create theories and hypotheses about what happened as much as we want, but none of the scientists on Earth will dig up the Earth anymore. Science has found a huge amount of data, spoiling the Earth, learning and recording trillions of information about past times, but then there were all sorts of disasters, as well as people who eventually influenced the information that was uploaded once. I also value my family and generations, I care about all this, but I need to admit to myself that the future is what matters.

  (3)

  Actually, my mom is a wonderful person. No matter how much I criticize her for having views that contradict the times she lives in, it in no way tarnishes her as a person who can be respected, for example. I would like to hug her now and tell her over a cup of delicious tea how I am having a great time here.

  What curiosities happen to us and what dreams we strive for. - It's really very interesting," I would tell my mother, "for example, the day before yesterday, we had people who once created cyborg machines that you can move your consciousness into and then go on a trip to some pnets. One of them told me about how he was looking for a lost group on the pnet Glorigi a year ago. Unfortunately, I can't tell you the name of the group, whether they had a rocket, or what happened to them. But these actions show how we are different from all other creatures. We save and will continue to save. These actions, in my opinion, make us human, you know? Mom. Mom.

  Do you still think we have a bad life here? Well, if we have a bad life, it is only because you are not here, because your family and friends are stuck in their own world, and you, Vadim, must have forgotten about me long ago, right? You know, you are the only one who makes our stay on the ship of the future uncomfortable! You! I'm tired, I'm tired of worrying...

  Autobots. Neuroacoustic recording.

  Attention! Don't keep you waiting! I don't care where you've lost your heads, in which of these lousy imaginary worlds, you narrow-minded people. I need you here and now at post VA 35, and I need you to move your stinking brains into the Autobot Theta machines. At 10:31 a.m., we will leave for the pnet Glorigi. That's an order! That's an order, damn it!

  Local neural message from room 7568, - God, shut up already! When is this damn tyrant going to leave our base? All he knows how to do is insult and rub it in everyone's face. Make one more joke, you bastard, and you'll get the same from me, someday, with a spicy sneer to boot.

  Personal archive. Christina.

  Are you out of your mind? What pnet is Glorigi? My bosses surprised me today! Well, I mean those who are, respectively, very good at AI and understand all these systems. I have nothing against them, really. And Glorigi, well, it's the st pnet where you could visit, probably, in the whole space, I think. I don't think, I believe. What the hell do they want there? There was already an example, and it ended in a very lousy way. Do they want half the crew to die? Everyone already knows what disasters are happening there. Everyone knows that after nding that damned missile under a proud self-designation, you won't find its remains in three days. That's it, I'm going to comprehend and prepare myself mentally for the losses, and thank God my close friends won't be there. Dis, Max, and Sebastian are still hanging out on the 754th. These records from my personal archive help me a lot.

  Voi =NeuroMessage 097=.

  Today I realized, mom, I want to have a baby. God, I wish this personal record was really personal, because I'm so ashamed to think about it, let alone talk about it (Bravis' record reader: "There is hope. We will achieve our common dream, citizens, no matter what it takes"). But mom, I've been studying a lot of material about the past in the local area tely. I am particurly interested in the lives of our great-grandparents. One of John Voynych's stories describes something. I think it is possible. I will try to think of something, because this desire did not just appear in my head, it looks like a sign. Right, mom? Oh yes, let's discuss something else. How exactly do heterosexuals live on your pnet now? Are there many of them? Tell me in your next message, please, because I'm very interested.

  Max. Recording from the room.

  Are you going to Volia's tonight? She invited us all to dinner, and even, get this, dude, she cooked the food herself. She's crazy or something, but in a good way. That's something! She probably wants to tell me something that she learned about the century she wanted to study. By the way, today my girlfriend suggested that we go on an elite trip this weekend, to the Viking Pirate Valley, to have fun. Do you think there will be hell of a lot of sex there?

  Voi =NeuroMessage 098=.

  Today, it turned out that artificial intelligence does not distinguish between fictional and archival information. For it, it's all the same. I don't know what to do now. All of us, our entire popution, have already uploaded so much to the AI's memory, all these fantastic lives imagined by each of us, that we will never in our lives be able to understand or find the truth that we had before. The AI knows that the information posted by each of us about the real world is also a distortion of our brains, and indeed it is, but I couldn't even guess, realize, understand that this means mixing the archive of humanity with the general archive. We don't have a past. I need to think about it...

  Game world, re3d archive it134 `Fat?` 12:48:35.

  Ooh! Am I the only one who likes this fantasy?Yeah. Could you please not yell in my ear? I realize I could have bolted it on beforehand, but I'm too zy, hey. Dude, will you calm down? I'll fix it... voi! Ah-ha, damn it, I don't want to leave this pce, let's do some more, shall we?Not with this pest. Not with such a bore. By the way, did you hear the news about Volia? They want to send her back to Earth. Yeah, I heard... but what are you talking about? It's not profitable for them to do this. You know that. Christie told me what she did. All those tricks with searching for information from the past, and distorted. She believed everything. She believed it and cwed at it only because the information about the AI and its tricky work with archives came a little ter! I don't bme her, and I would forgive her. She will probably come to her senses. She is with us for a reason. Do you understand, dude?Maxon, let's close this topic, shall we? Yes, I am. I'm going to Pritka. Yeah, let's go. Back to the Pritka. Get some privacy.Max to Pritka. 3 entries found.

  Listen, Grandpa, I don't think I told you this, but we're going to be cut off soon. Tell Grandma to stop watching those pseudo-scientific horror shows. Honestly, I'm tired of hearing false information from her. And I understand that your government is trying to fence Earthlings off from us by all means, but please try not to take them seriously. It's just nonsense. And by the way, if your grandmother likes to take care of endangered species, then let her do it while she is still able. You are not her. You have different views. Grandpa, kisses. It's time for me to leave the loka, my body is signaling. Grandpa, hello. Today, Voyil is supposed to fly to Earth. You can meet her only in a year and a half. If you go to the psyphon, your local one, more often, you'll live to see my old age. Ha ha, that would be funny. All joking aside, my health is first and foremost, my family. And as for my health, everything is just fine, I take supplements and solutions - rejuvenators. If it weren't for them, my chronic bronchitis, which was written into my Juc genes at the 0.2 minute stage of my birth, I would have been dead long ago! Oh, sorry, you still don't understand, sorry, I forgot, only the elite use the unlimited information of the neurocoll. You need to erase the st two lines... It's just that my recording will be delivered to them in two minutes. Grandma! Is grandpa dead?

  Max. Recording from the room.

  Today I really spent the whole day in such a positive mood! I felt so good. I was rexing on the isnds, studying, again, the systematic structures of the entire environment, but then an idea came to me. Braviss set out to find some creatures in the vastness of infinite space. Why didn't he think of shielding us from the systematic information of the previous order? All information in the neurocircuit does not consist of matter. And we reach the future here, in the world of paper and pen, by speaking firmly. Asia and Arabia, in my opinion, are doing exactly what a modern person should be doing. Explore the vastness of the neural network. If humanity has decided to advance evolutionarily, then let it advance in the field of virtualization. But is it really comfortable for them to maintain their bodies with all these useless days in the real world? Nourish the body, defecate, train muscles, and improve their health with procedures. Isn't that nonsense? Create your own devices to get the hell out of the material world and live there, among the networks of neurocolge. I think it's perfect. Meanwhile, we are looking for the truth among the stars. We will find ourselves and the meaning of life.

  P.S. By the way, today I pnted a cactus in my own greenhouse!

  Personal archive. Christina.

  Today, the Astrophysics Department has provided calcutions of the impact of one of the pnets in the Julius Gaxy, which our ship will approach this week. Predictions show that the gravitational field of this pnet could cause significant changes in our bioparameters, which is a serious challenge for our mission. I don't want that. I'm actually scared. If their predictions are correct, and the Frustyle biofield really does have the reverse power of Theta, we will not survive. So far, the management has many options, but they should quickly choose at least one. Is it really that difficult? It's simple, it's billions of people! Our base occupies 6% of the asteroid's area, and they're blinking at options like crazy. Is Bravis ready to give up on his mission? Well, I don't understand. And one of their options is not "how do we get rid of the asteroid as soon as possible", but "No, we believe that the way out is to send the consciousness of each spaceman to Earth, each to the betapriots of matter and...; calcuting the speed and size, we can reach Earth in", beep, beep, beep. What about the dream, hey, hey? By the way, Voyil is not going to Earth after all. Are we going to die together? Then I'll at least throw a party. Even if you die, it's fun.

  Neuroacoustic recording from Bravis. A recording for the entire base.

  First. There is no danger that we will fly over the Frustal biofield. Everyone who is spreading false information, stop immediately! Because then there is no point in keeping you here, you will be sent back to Earth immediately. Two. Reproduction stopped. Hacking. Reproduction stopped..."

  Dining room PGI004. Recording from the eastern room of the "Street 3- What's going on? - What was that? That's...- What's that coming out? What is it? Is he not human?- Calm down! I don't understand!- Oh, no. He just recorded what he wanted and then he's going to ruin it.

  - This is nonsense! Liar!- He's an AI, not a human! I'm sure people!- What are you s-saying... - It was like a py. Do you all take me for a fool? This is a joke, right?

  - Are you a fool or what? We've all heard it!- I'm tired of listening and being silent. Max, come on, let's talk about this in private. - Yeah, you're all crazy. Hey, people! This can't be happening. А? What are you talking about, Wojciech? We were so sure...; where are you taking me?- Come on, you fool. You're stubborn, did you turn on the herd instinct like everyone else here? Let's go to the gym, there's no one there now. - Here now, here now... let's go, let's go.- Okay. Listen. Are you calm?- What? Yeah. Yeah, I think so. - Can you remember if there were any reasons to doubt the humanity of the host before? - That's why he's a presenter... Is that what you're getting at? - What? No. I'm just trying to understand. What is the likelihood that he mixed up something when recording his voice? But there is also the possibility that he is, for example, a logical, unique, leading humanity - an artificial intelligence. - That's right. Leading us to the inevitable point of destruction. Do you really still believe that note about false information when it is a liar? Or it is a liar.- Or it is a liar. It could be a liar, but how do we know for sure? We need to get to him. It has to brainwash us so much that we don't even think about whether it's a human or not. The AI has forcibly gathered us all here against our will. - Although, in principle, you have nothing to lose, Voi. You know... wait, but really. Aren't we the ones who are this Bravis?

  - No, we are human, he is not.

  The nguid movement of my fate,

  Night, sadness and brilliance of the soul,

  Moonlight and May rain in the sky.The sun's light and the sound of the heart, A timid look and the strength of my hands, The starry hour of my dream in the sky And I will tell you only one thing,

  At dawn, voices call me.

  And I will tell you only one thing,

  The nguid movement of my fate is in the heavens.