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Abandoned world: the Awareness - Владимир Андерсон

Abandoned world: the Awareness

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2024

Часть вторая саги о Заброшенном Мире *** Хеддок сталкивается с ужасной болезнью, проникающей в его душу в попытке уничтожить его. Вместе с Сиеррой он ищет ответы, заглядывая в самые темные уголки внутренней жизни станции. *** В то время как Пейтон, едва восстановившийся после микроинфаркта, объясняет гражданам Аполло 24 о необходимости новых изменений. Его заклинает неподдельное желание мучить Делани, девушку, которую он когда-то так искренне любил. *** Натали ищет пропавшего Моргана, осознавая, что теперь ее целая жизнь может пройти рука об руку с ним. Обнаружение новых чувств раскрывает ей множество тонкостей человеческой природы. *** Угнетающий режим угрожает хрупкому балансу между выживанием и тайнами, которые жители стараются разгадать. И мистическая болезнь, похоже, не только пытается уничтожить всех, но и обладает своим интеллектом.

Помимо этого, в этом уникальном произведении рассмотрены темы преданности, предательства и самоотверженной любви. Герои сталкиваются с внутренними демонами и преодолевают собственные страхи, чтобы спасти не только себя, но и других.

Описывая мир Заброшенной станции, автор погружает читателей в непредсказуемый лабиринт событий, полный интриги и неожиданных поворотов. Каждый персонаж имеет свою собственную историю и силу, которая помогает им противостоять врагам, как внешним, так и внутренним.

Эта книга не только удовлетворит азарт любителей научной фантастики, но и удивит своей глубиной и эмоциональностью. В ней каждая страница наполнена тонкими нюансами человеческой природы и позволяет окунуться в мир, где магия и реальность переплетаются. Проникнув в эту вселенную, читатели познают не только внешние преграды, но и глубины своей собственной души.

Безусловно, эта вторая часть саги о Заброшенном Мире оставит заметный след в сердцах читателей и подарит им незабываемые приключения с элементами мистики и драмы.

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Heddock

The darkness in the room became even more palpable. Warm. Enveloping. Heddock was well aware of his surroundings, and had a separate sense of the distance to the switch on the wall, knowing that if he turned on the light, he would immediately lose that sensation. The sensation of darkness that could hold him in its embrace.

He moved toward his desk, treading carefully and putting his hands out slightly in front of him. After a couple steps, he reached his destination and walked around the desk, sitting down in his desk chair. The folding knife he was going for was in the second drawer on the right next to the TV remote. It occurred to him that it would be more comfortable to sit not in total darkness, but just by turning on something, so that that something would light up the room only slightly.

Finding the handle, Heddock yanked it and slid his hand inside. Then he pulled out the knife and the remote, pressing the first button he could find. The TV across the room from him lit up, showing the eight most important surveillance cameras in Apollo 24, showing the movements of citizens in the mess hall, the main assembly hall, the auditorium, the central passageways, and the administration building.

Given that his eyes were already well accustomed to the darkness, Heddock could see everything around him even in this light. Especially the knife. Yes, all these steps were primarily to see the knife better. And to better understand what actions would be most appropriate. Actions that could stretch and release the left side of his body that was weighing him down. He could directly feel that everything on his left side felt like it was shrinking and preventing the rest of his body from functioning properly, especially his heart. After all, it was on his left side too. It was moving too much and too often. And it felt more and more uncomfortable each time. Like if you took it out, there would be relief. You could do anything you wanted....

But you have to get to that point. You can't just pull a heart out. If you could, everyone would have done it a long time ago. Right away, no questions asked. Everyone would have been walking around without a heart long ago, and rejoicing at the ease they had as a result of it      It was

clear that this was a difficult stage. It was clear that few understood it. And that perhaps no one had achieved what they wanted for some reason of their own. They hadn't succeeded.      But he would

succeed      At least there was no doubt about it now. It must succeed, one only had to do it

gradually…

Heddock picked up the knife, opened it, looked at the blade-it wasn't sharp enough. He'd done something with it a long time ago, and for years it had just been sitting in a desk drawer, idle…

It had never been sharpened… Or cut Now he had to cut the nasty side of blood and flesh, and the

sharpness of the knife wasn't quite right for that. Nevertheless, Heddock rolled up his left sleeve and ran the knife fairly hard along the part of his arm below the elbow, but on the other side of the vein. He knew that if he cut through the veins, the blood would come out of him quickly and he could lose consciousness, which meant he couldn't cut out the heart. It takes strength And at the same time,

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