Писатель Илья Розенфельд

Part I. Audit of the Void   (Prelude) The Chief Auditor’s office had no windows. Why have windows if there is nothing outside but static grey noise? On the desk before the Auditor lay not a folder of documents, but a simple neuro-drive. Opposite him sat the Client—a man convinced he had brought a treasure. “It is a murder,” the Client whispered, leaning forward. “A real one, with aggravating circumstances. I betrayed my best friend for the sake of my career. He drank himself to death and perished. This qualifies for first-class liquidity.” The Auditor wearily rubbed the bridge of his nose and inserted the drive into the slot. Stock charts raced across the screen. A green line twitched and immediately plummeted. “Garbage,” the Auditor stated, returning the drive. “‘Junk bonds.’ A junk bond.” “Are you out of your mind?!” The Client jumped up. “This is baseness of the highest grade! This is suffering!” “Sit down,” the Auditor’s voice was as dry as the rustle of old bankn...

Once upon a time, there were Ded and Baba . Well, "lived" is a stretch... They existed in a phenomenological field . Ded was a typical empiricist , believing only in what could be touched or drunk. Baba was an intuitive ethical type, always on edge. And they had a Hen, Ryba . Not just a bird, but, bitch, a chthonic generator of matter. A Level 80 Bio-printer . And then, one day, the system glitched. Ryba laid an egg – not a simple one – but a golden one. What is a "golden egg" in the context of our existential hole? It is, dudes, a Singularity . It is a Kantian "Thing-in-Itself" ( Ding an sich ), packed into a nano-shell . It is absolute knowledge, the God formula . A flash drive with the Universe's source code. It is inedible and not for omelets. It is for enlightenment. ACT I. EMPIRICAL DEAD END (THEY BEAT AND BEAT) Ded, like a true materialist, decided: "Oh, sweet, let's crack it open and grub." He took his hammer of cognition (a sym...