I want to present my next story. Genre fiction. As usual, about computers =). The story is very fresh, finished today, at two nights. Habraoorientirovanny enough turned out. A few jokes, I think, will appreciate it habrareydi.

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“Well ...” Sergey paused for a moment. Then he showed a red mark on the neck, near the nape. - I am one of the testers direct connection of man and computer. We implant a special chip. Still very far from conscious communication management. But we have achieved interaction with the subconscious.
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Google.Sleep Project

Sergey was sitting at the bar, slowly sipping dark beer. Thoughts moved in his head very reluctantly. “The last three days are free. And then it is unknown how much time will have to spend in the laboratory. You need to have time to pay your bills, visit your parents ... Well, at least with the money, there are no problems now. ”Immersed in thought, he did not notice how a pretty effective girl sat down at his table. Stylishly dressed blonde with blue eyes looked out of place in this institution. In her too smooth movements, it was noticeable that she was drunk.
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“Why are you carrying this anachronism around your neck?” This is DDR2, today you can hardly find where to stick this thing. - The girl started the conversation quite unceremoniously. - Are you a programmer?

The surprise instantly vomited him out of his thoughts.

- Do you understand computers? - Sergey pretended that he did not understand the hidden meaning in the girl's remark, although something was moving inside him.

- Well, firstly, not you, but you, and secondly, my brother is obsessed with computer hardware, will unwittingly begin to understand. So who are you, a programmer, or a sysadmin?

Sergey was more accustomed to text messengers than to verbal communication, and even with the opposite sex. He tried to smile.

- I program a little. Is it really so clear to me?
- Of those present only on your desk an empty mug stands next to the full one.

Sergey laughed, the girl was definitely starting to like him. The blonde continued to attack.

- Listen, friend, let's clean up. I know that you, programmers, are modest and cultured people, don't offend the girl, and I have a little problem here. I passed through your hole, came to my boyfriend, but we quarreled as usual. All because of his laziness. I need to spend the night somewhere, and in the morning I can make it up. But unfortunately, all two of your hotels are overcrowded, and I have no friends or friends here. Do not shelter me for the night? By the way, I'm Melissa.

The girl rattled these words in just a couple of seconds. Even modern computers would need efforts to process so much scattered information, and Sergey drank today three beer mugs.

- Melissa? Very nice, I'm Sergey.
- exe, Serge. So what? I do not bite and do not borrow much space. It is now almost one in the morning, and at nine in the morning I will run away.

Sergey finally realized that the girl wants to stay the night with him. For a long time a woman has not visited his house. Solid deadlines at work, and then a new project, which takes almost all the time and effort. In the end, this is his legitimate weekend, who knows when next time luck will smile to be alone with such a beautiful girl. On the other hand, he only recognized her name two minutes ago.
The girl noticed his hesitation, pretended that she was embarrassed by her speed and took out her communicator.

- Listen, let me cry to you. Two hundred enough? What account to transfer money to?
- No, no, no money! Leave yourself. Then let's go? I live near here.
- Okay, finish your beer, and while I buy a bottle of wine for us to come to sleep.

They left the bar, and Melissa took Sergey's arm. From her touch, pleasant goosebumps ran all over his body. They walked in silence, Melissa’s fervor was intimidated, but Sergei could not come up with topics for conversation other than computers.

- Here we come. The dwelling is modest, but I have three computers at home. Although you are probably not interested?
- Where do you work, what do you need so many computers?
- In Google. - In the voice of Sergei sounded pride.
- Oh, yes, I know this company, they still have nice colors on the site for the holidays. Do you draw them?
“Well, actually, I'm doing more serious things.” But they are not for general use yet. And soon will be. The case is secret. - Sergey was harassed by “colors” and wanted to impress the girl.
- Come on, Serge. I'm so drunk that I won't remember your name anymore in a day! Tell me, please, I am very interested!
“Well ...” Sergey paused for a moment. Then he showed a red mark on the neck, near the nape. - I am one of the testers direct connection of man and computer. We implant a special chip. Still very far from conscious communication management. But we have achieved interaction with the subconscious. During the day we work with computers as usual, and at night, during sleep, we connect special equipment for communication to testers. Such a symbiosis allows you to solve some problems faster than existing supercomputers can. Roughly speaking, the device asks the subconscious a question and immediately receives an answer. But for now we have a lot of problems. Frequent headaches, memory loss. But the most important is the compatibility of the chip and the people.

Melissa's eyes were strangely darkened. For a moment, the girl looked like a concentrated bird of prey. Sergey was fascinated by the story and did not notice anything.

- Chip connection invented recently. At first, when he was tested on people far from computers, there was almost no feedback. We were lucky, someone offered to test the chip on computer scientists. But even so, over the past six months, at the best testers, the response from the chip did not exceed one percent. And my compatibility reaches ten, sometimes even twelve percent. That's why they clung to me like that. I have the last day off, and then I'm stuck in the lab for a long time. But you can not imagine what a thrill it is. Of course, the subconscious does most of the work, but sometimes I also feel contact. Information ... It flashes past like glowing snowflakes. It seems to be similar to each other, but all are unique, although related to each other. And any snowflake I can catch, bring closer, feel ... And the closer one node is, the more interconnection threads I see. This is an indescribable feeling ...

Melissa defiantly yawned.

- Listen, Serge, this is all very cool ... But I would still go to sleep better, would you mind? - By the tone it was a statement rather than a question. “Just give us some wine to sleep better.” Do you have glasses?
- Hmm ... Well, okay. Just a word to no one about what I said. Glasses in the kitchen, find?
- Yeah.

Having poured wine, the girl took a vial from her pocket and threw a pink pill into one glass, which, having hissed, instantly dissolved. Taking a communicator out of her pocket, she quickly typed a message: “I found it, 12%! In ten minutes he will be blacked out. Drive the car closer to the door, you have to do everything quickly. " When she put the device in her purse, a ray of light hit the dark blue card-pass, which lay in the upper compartment. “Microsoft” was written in black on the card ... </ lj-cut>