"Sergey Lukjanenko - Labyrinth Of Reflections" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lukjanenko Sergey)

Russian fairy tales of course...}
- I dunno, - I spring down from his back, keeping my hand on his fur, -
Okay, gimme a second, I'll grab some soda and will be right back...
- Go ahead, - agrees the wolf gazing around.
I half close my eyes.
Abyss-abyss, I'm not yours... let me go, abyss...
I shivered slightly and stood up; tiny screens before my eyes, the
desert, the chasm, the statue and the city in the distance is on them, very
nice drawing. Al-Kabar has good designers.
The virtual helmet is heavy, one of the most sophisticated models by
Sony: with excellent color screens, great speakers and built-in microphone,
with air conditioner producing the air of the necessary temperature. Now
it's a desert heat... I took off the helmet and put it on the table, by the
keyboard. The familiar woman's face appeared on the monitor.
- Lenia, are you interrupting the immersion? - came out of the
speakers.
- No. Hold on.
In the real world my room is the same as in the virtual space. The
difference is though: it's not a warm Deeptown's summer evening behind the
windows but the rainy St. Peterburgh autumn. It's drizzling outside, the car
honks in the distance. I opened the fridge and took a can of Sprite. Let's
really drink... I couldn't resist the urge to look from the balcony. Of
course, the empty can that I threw out into the street in virtuality, is not
there. Well, let's eliminate the differences.
My hair were damp with perspiration, I wiped them with a shirt that was
scattered on the chair, sat by the computer, checked the cable of the
virtual suit that connects it with the computer's deep-board. The suit was
working, slightly slowing down my movements as if I was walking on the sand.
The left leg was slowed down a bit more than the right one: the program
glitches again. Ah well, I'll fix it later.
Putting the helmet on is the same as to enter the hot oven. Those
Al-Kabar's fouls surrounded themselves with the most uncomfortable
conditions...
Again I was looking at the virtual world, but it is yet too much like a
cheap cartoon: a grainy image, a nice but rough drawing. Computers can't
handle anything better.
And that's okay. What is the deep without the human after all?
I blinked once, relaxed trying to enter virtuality by my own and failed
of course. I'm not in the desert, I'm at home, by the keyboard. I had to
type the command:
deep
[Enter]
The multicolor whirlwind flashes out above the desert image. For one
more second I could see the screens, the soft cushion inside the helmet,
then the consciousness began to drift. The brain tried to resist, but no
use, the deep program affects everybody.
But there are some people - one out of 300.000 - those who don't lose
the link with reality completely. Those who can surface from the deep on
their own. The divers.
People like me, for instance.