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NEONGRADE

MATRIX OF THE PALACE OF RESURRECTION

fantastic story

Book two

Dedicated to one of the most talented actors in Hollywood, Keanu Charles Reeves, on his 60th birthday…

The matrix of life has opened.

The planet has been transformed.

In someone’s game it was embodied

A wish to be dreamed of!

The dreams that prophesied came true,

And life sprouted and blossomed.

Sinitria flower image —

The first source of melody!

And the power of the soul, being embodied,

Saying goodbye to the separations of the past,

He greets us with love,

People who are good at everything!

That nowadays there are relatives everywhere,

Lively mischievous eyes…

What a bliss — love!

A place to have in order to be!

It seemed that everything was forgotten,

Now she walked towards me openly

That memory with a smile in response-

There is no past in time!

Entering the Palace of Resurrection,

In mirror rays, in reflections,

It’s so scary not to recognize yourself,

And passing by, not calling

The image of my beloved, who is nearby,

Which was saturated with poison

In a fierce struggle, having shifted the failure,

He managed to shout: I’m with you!

And those who came to the waiting room,

yet found each other,

They will be filled with a little pure e m —

Lost file saved:!

Will be found among the names,

Towards rebirth together!

CHAPTER ONE

Firs’ Dream. Warning

«The communication channels are clogged with a space virus! We need help, Firs!» Yane’s desperate voice came from somewhere, from the unknown and inaccessible depths of space in the dream.

— What kind of a confusing dream is this? — thought Firs, who had just woken up, continuing to reason to himself as follows: waking up early in the morning, first of all, you begin to feel, feel, and once again — feel. This is the law of life, and of the morning that regularly comes at the same time. This is time, a part, a fractal, emerging each time from a single space, which falls precisely on this division of the day.

Outside the window, a very strange, artificial dawn was breaking, all dressed in neon shades of red in a duet with mother-of-pearl. And the time of dawn was felt, and the raindrops that fell from the neon clouds, as a rule, also lived out their life time.

But what is time? Why does everything turn into such mysterious and unpredictable when it comes to the inexplicable and inaccessible process of perceiving life?

Time. Hour. Minute. Second. Sig-second… It seemed that the mechanisms of influence on us were embedded precisely in these nodes, simple, at first glance, formats of perception of human consciousness.

«A meager spectacle,» Firs, who had just woken up, continued to reason. «Morning, afternoon, evening, night… Four fractals, four levels of perception. And that’s it? How little that is,» he thought, continuing to lie in his warm bed.

— Oh, shit! I should have already gotten ready and been there, as we agreed! — the stunned guy suddenly came to his senses, remembering the meeting with the team in the Matrix of the Resurrection Palace this morning. Not even a minute had passed before he was already dressed, and flew out of the balcony like a bullet, immediately switching to teleport mode to the specified coordinates.

CHAPTER TWO

Excursion into the Matrix of the Resurrection Palace

Firs flew in through the massive glass palace door, glancing around to find his friends who had beaten him to it by a minute. But that minute was enough to suddenly find himself in a very disadvantageous situation.

«These are the boundaries of my worlds!» a commanding voice declared behind me.

— Do you want to say that I have just violated someone’s boundaries? — Firs was indignant. — Excuse me, but who are you and where are you? I can’t see you!

— You are in my matrix! I suppose today is a special day, since all ten residents of Neongrad decided to delight me with surprise by finding themselves in these domains! — the invisible owner croaked once again. — You, I see, are not going to stop there, and therefore, I am speaking to you now.

«Was the invitation a scam?» Firs thought to himself, alarmed. The uncertainty at the moment was comparable to a vice pressing on his mind from all sides. He tried to give at least some logical explanation in order to clearly figure out what he wanted to do to contact Yane and the others.

«You have everything you need for a heavenly life, and even with the privileges of foremen!» an angry voice sounded, becoming similar to distorted vibrations of space.

— You speak as if you have been watching us all this time. — Hey, can you hear me? Show yourself already!

— My name is — An outcast, another, not fully formed soul of the matrix space. I say this so that you are not too surprised to see me.

«No problem,» Firs agreed. «And anyway, it’s hard to surprise me.»

— My shell, as you can see, consists of a derma-filler, created by the unsuccessful self-healing of a biorobot in the past. So they wrapped me in artificial energy fibers, so that at the first convenient opportunity, they could spin me into artificial threads through a spinning machine.

— Well, you talk about yourself as if you were talking about the very threads of human fate, — Firs burst out laughing, unable to resist the strangeness of what he heard. Perhaps not all is lost for you, Outcast! So tell me where my friends are at the moment? They have already managed to visit here, haven’t they?

— You speak to me as if you have exposed me as not the master of this palace. And you were right. I am a prisoner of the one who created this portal, as if for him everything that happens is just fun, a game — to have fun with souls waiting to be embodied. And not only that. All visitors to the Palace, sooner or later, run the risk of getting lost in time, regardless of whether they visit it for the first time or again.

— Where are my friends? I insist, finally, answer me! — Firs declared loudly, losing patience.

— Don’t worry so much. Your friends have volumetric time and skills and knowledge base for such cases that correspond to their levels. They will be able to hold out as long as necessary, in any case. That’s why they are trapped, to find a flaw in them to pump out this time. And all this was arranged for them by the Architekoon. He was gone. — on the other side of the reality of Neongrad. But he still and Archvirus, don’t forget about it. And in the vastness of space, there were many passing routers for it, with the help of which, in the form of the smallest virus of consciousness, which does not succumb to the sensations of human perception for some time, it ended up here — in a new city, having successfully planted a new type of program in the consciousness unnoticed. From this it turns out that there is no Architecon, but there is an Archivirus — he is here.

«Well, well,» Firs snapped his finger. «Now I ’ll have to overcome the energy barrier, almost blindly.» -fields with information traps…

— It turns out that now you know that the Palace of the Resurrection Matrix is, in fact, the very residence of the Archvirus itself.

«I should contact them!» Firs continued to worry. «I’m alone here with my bewilderment, and they’re there. Outcast, where are my friends?»

— Now we must look for them in the mirror labyrinths of time. Most likely, they have lost each other, and perhaps even themselves.

— And you can talk about this so calmly? — Firs panicked. — Something needs to be done right now, I guess, huh?

— There is only one hope to save them, and even then, only if they manage to gather at the entrance to the waiting room. And the Archvirus has closed the room itself so that the souls do not reincarnate. To begin with, I will hide you in one of the mirrors at the checkpoint. The consciousness of a scoundrel usually does not linger there for long.

«Why are you helping me?» Firs asked him.

— Because I dream of also reaching perfection in my physical appearance, like you. Well, and considering the level of my super — abilities of conscious origin, to join the team, to become the eleventh.

— It is not up to me to decide. Circumstances will dictate the conditions for your chance — to be with us or not. But for now — yes, we all need you, if you agree to do everything for the sake of becoming a new you.

NOTES TO THE WORDS

Derma-filler is a kind of endless converter of variants of human destiny lines. Perfects the physical body in accordance with spiritual bodies. The thread of the matter of life, which scrolls all the events of the lived destiny, leading to other areas of field spaces, while allowing its chosen one to stay in line, keep up with his life time, not lagging behind or getting lost in anything or anywhere. Also, it protects during transitions from the refraction of personal time, which can mirror, causing doubts or uncertainty in the person of the soul. Adds determination to remain in the space of eternity without fear for as long as necessary.

Energy fibers are a force that burns out all negative spaces, objects in its path relative to the inhabitants of Neongrad. It is important to hold one thread — fiber in your hands, so that in moments of reflection of your own self, during transitional states, flights of the soul in mirrors, to accept what is happening correctly, more firmly embracing yourself in the new world.

Visible threads-fibers lead to wonderful times, if everyone can cope with the task, not giving in to the dark matter, which is pure potential for anything, and not even in thoughts letting it into their being through inaction. Inaction is the death of the game «Trap», contributing to going beyond the limits of what is allowed for the participant, while receiving only harm for themselves.

Architekoon — an illusory, degradation-oriented, erroneous version of nature. Violating the laws of space, the world order of universes itself. Hunter for the potential of volumetric time on the new earth. A practicing architect of minus energies with the purpose of plundering and collecting unprotected souls. A self-manifested transformer in the form of an architectural masterpiece, which is the very Matrix of the Resurrection Palace, where it is quite convenient for him to freely control the gates for souls who have arrived for the purpose of rebirth on the new earth in Neongrad. Always strives to understand the secrets of others in order to enslave their consciousness.

Archvirus — a consciousness virus that penetrated through the zero gate and crossed the pyramidal boundaries of time spontaneously. Having mended the alien body with the stolen threads of fate of disembodied souls, he made the Outcast his intermediary, signed a contract to launch a new game with a program of destruction, causing suffering specifically to the foremen of Neongrad, in the hope that having managed to outwit them, he would drive them into the twilight zone of dark mirrors. He hoped to leave them there to wander for all eternity.

And yet,

The blocked zones of joy of life for Yane’s team became the last frontier on the path of the struggle for life.

CHAPTER THREE

In the labyrinths of mirror time

There were more and more mirrors. There were at least sixteen of them, or so. And their number was gradually increasing. It was easy to get lost in them, but the moment of the lost state of one’s essence, to hold on to the power that belonged to oneself, was not easy.

«What the hell!» Firs suddenly swore loudly, sliding after the Outcast into some abyss, where there was nothing but blinding glare and light from the mirrors. No objects or any possible living creatures were visible. All previously existing tactile signals in the body were absent.

«What kind of pressure is this, storming the fluids of a living state of mind? I’m experiencing this for the first time,» Firs was surprised, looking around.

«And I told you it’s hard to surprise you,» the Outcast, dressed in a virtual background of space, joked about him. He had already entered the role of a player in full force according to the rules of mirror laws.

«I see that you are an expert in such matters, just a pro,» Firs continued to be amazed by the unexpected, fear and uncertainty were now imprinted on his face.

«I’m losing my powers of consciousness, Outcast, faster than I expected,» he worried.

— I’ll help you accept the game. Calm down.

and pull yourself together, he encouraged him.

— A game? You mean you dragged me into some kind of game? It was him, right? This was the Archvirus’s doing? He’s back to his old ways?

— So you don’t realize. Yes, that’s right. You forgot what was the main goal of the whole game for him. Should I remind you?

— What are you talking about, incomprehensible creature! Aren’t we given complete freedom in the vastness of nearby galaxies in the universe? — Firs was perplexed.

«Now none of this matters. Forget about this past,» the Outcast disappointed his interlocutor.

— And yet, I will remind you: you got ahead of someone back then. You did not allow him to tame the «volume time» itself, depriving him of the future.

If I have a chance, I have something to tell you about how he ended up here again.

— You’d better explain how he managed to prove himself again? Not only that, he also crossed the boundaries of time. How did you end up in his service, don’t you want to tell me? — Firs, agitated, kept pestering him with his questions.

CHAPTER FOUR

Scattered Souls

The outcast, without any subtleties or gentle modes for the consciousness of his interlocutor, directly and briefly introduced him to the current events.

— The network of wandering souls lingered in space. In the condensed structures of the star grids, all the records of the many incarnations of these souls were preserved. The Archvirus took advantage of them, successfully launching a vortex hook virus with the appropriate frequency into the field of scattered light. And it succeeded.