In the research Institute, in the branch, the scientific people were busy with analysis and planning. Suddenly, there were messages about a cyclone that could erase all settings, delete the system, and disassemble all the buildings in an unknown way.
They started updating the software, but the wind picked up to the "70 percent" mark and the network disappeared. Restarting devices could go into "Wait" mode. Otherwise, the entire project would become a point in the plan.
In offline mode, tasks were still being rearranged. Daniel Righton was repairing hydraulic drives, and Anderson Tells was revising a program that could independently change assignments for the entire main lab. It was necessary to restore the life of the entire planet to its former form.
"Daniel, you could have twisted and soldered these two wires. The cord is needed to supply power to the fan. Then the system unit overheated, and there is no replacement.
"Very well, Professor.
Then the plan was implemented more successfully, as the work in the group brought benefits. If they didn't conspire, then a single vigil could reduce the chance of winning. Ronald Bowen was unable to install a self-contained generator, and so everyone believed in luck.
Part 2. Chapter 3.
It seemed that another hour would pass, and the entire Institute would fall before the strong wind. It was so difficult to contain the power that the scientists were able to christen themselves.
Everyone involved in the campaign decided that Henry Jekyll could help if he decided to start the alpha-trance machine again. Many spoke of failure, but still tried to repair the equipment.
After a while, the scientists helped the newly arrived allies warm their limbs. After tea, Loggers explained the purpose of the visit. It turned out that the professors and the quintet were solving the same problem - saving all the creatures from Armageddon. The scientific team took turns telling their thoughts and memories - how to do it and what they did, the Communists also told about their adventures. After an hour, the group had some ideas.
On the walls of the Institute hung collections of clocks, portraits of famous scientists from the field of natural Sciences, candlesticks and lamps, vases with rare medicinal plants stood in the corners. The soldiers also noticed that the building has two buildings, and between them there are passages and a common part. As if a giant hand parted parallel each other.
One building was clean and habitable, the other looked run-down and mysterious. Daniel Righton went into the quiet area and found the door closed. With considerable effort, he opened the doors and stepped into the corridor. The rooms were numbered in rows, inviting the young man's interest in their secrets. In one of them, the furniture and other things were left covered with oilcloth and plastic. Here, too, you can find mechanical gadgets, wires and technical devices, but in order not to create a clean-up in this forgotten place, the student preferred to go out and close everything as it was. Later, the graduate student asked the curator why no one wanted to work there. However, his words caused the professors to take away some useful objects and transfer them to the physics laboratory.
Then came the preparation and testing of the new device, Water gurgled in a pair of reservoir cylinders, a spray gun sprayed liquid, a fan slowly dispersed the drug, and batteries, strung together by wires, gathered electric current. In addition, strange vibrations came from audio speakers. The sound waves spread everywhere, and it seemed that magic would help all living things. Wake up from oblivion and hypnosis. In fact, it was slow but successful. Soon everyone was awake.
Part 2. Chapter 4.
Patrick left the room, he left the apartment. He left the city and the country. He didn't hear it or forget it, I don't know, but many of his letters and messages from him, after our conversation, made me read everything that was on the coffee table and in the workplace. I was surprised again. He wrote about the mountains and the rocks on which he had stood the previous day, early in the morning. This large text was the remains of his adventures. He greeted me. Whatever it is, it will be better than after.
I read several of his letters. He was ill. He talks about his travels on yellowed paper. Time was not pure by anyone. When he climbed the highest cliffs, he liked to look at the scenery that appeared before him as he climbed the steps. He added photographs, created after the authorization changes. I liked the writing style. I decided to answer his big dreams of his favorite cafe "on top" in the lowlands of Australia.
I thought it might be if some people don't like it when someone points them out for their mistakes and tells them what to do. They just get angry and swear. You can lose your free time and go empty-handed to a clean place. Fee for the peace of lights, you can be wary of any place.
How I don't want to change myself, how little kindness I see on people's faces. I do this to behave well while looking at the climbs, so I want to wait for a solution, which is why I like the black color.
Visions... He did the following, Recalling other tips: "I go alone to the early lights, what will there be, I don't know the kindness of all the nights."
"If you experience bad emotions, you can change yourself into a good mood, but now it will remember your unfortunate past time for you. I don't know how" - I imagined myself better.
Wake up at noon and fall asleep at eleven o'clock at night almost every day, remember how and why you lost a useful five hours of your clean life, and who was to blame. What do you feel after that? You are strange and it has happened to you against you because you have not been shy about acting and by creating some new path you have missed any almost erroneous real opportunities. You are forgetting yourself and holding false thoughts. It just happens without my wishes, it never disappears. Whoever set me up, I resisted and (weakly) resisted my truth and innocence. All remained in the same minus position. My friend, Elizabeth, saved me by telling the principal what a real circumstance that had illogical results was. Now I have found a way out of the difficult question - we could attack them, but we needed the armor..."
I realized that I will not get out of the problem until there is a solution. This put pressure on me with all the absurdity, forced me to do unnecessary and untimely things, and without my consent and without my logical participation, it put pressure on me, because other people managed to protect themselves and preferred to lead a neutral lifestyle. And I stayed, I was stopped, and without asking anything about my thoughts, they gave me unnecessary and false duties, after which I almost collapsed, exhausted many times in idleness and regretted it. It was only through the help of Elizabeth Roide and the empathy of Jack Waiton that I discovered myself, and only after a week of suffering from the illogic of all the words and tasks given to me. And Patrick Earrle has just been invited by me to the tent of Mr. Victor World.
When Alex Ivey came to our camp, Jack Waiton met him and added him to our group.
"It's so impossible to believe in the kindness of people and, at the same time, do good deeds for your evil friends-lies - how can you become as crazy as you could be at any time. You have been fascinated for as long as it can be. Wake up! Get up if you want to change yourself! "No!" - said the detective.
