How could I find out

I was born in the USSR and grew up as an inquisitive boy, from childhood I was interested in astronautics, astronomy, space research, and science fiction. I remember that in the kindergarten I saw in the book a drawing of an "unknown star", in fact, just a dot in a circle, as if it was visible through a telescope. But then I was very captivated. Later there were children's books about space, the journal "Technique of Youth", then adults. They described promising engines for spaceships to reach the distant planets of the Solar System, presented plans for the development of resources, and promising projects of starships. The capabilities, cost, and complexity of such a project were evaluated. Alas, none of this happened. Moreover, with the collapse of the Soviet Union, promising developments were abandoned, even at the stage of almost complete readiness. I did not expect this, it was very disappointing. I also noticed that my peers, acquaintances, relatives, parents almost completely lacked interest in science, technology, they did not understand why space research was needed. On the contrary, they became close to the concepts of ignorance, quackery, interests became mundane, purely mercantile. I was struck by how in the late 1980s the population of the USSR massively rushed to build cottages in horticultural plots. It was like conquering virgin lands. Future gardeners were eager to cut down the forest, uproot stumps, carry and process logs, and in marshland, among the clouds of mosquitoes, without any human conditions, shops, pharmacies, clinics. Transport delivered them there very rarely and poorly. But that did not stop! It was necessary to build a house from logs or timber with your own hands. Plant bushes and fruit trees, a vegetable garden, potatoes. Some even died in their heroic impulse. Of course, the products of their production were not enough, and they had to carry almost all the food from the city. I did not understand this then, but now I understand that this is all degradation. Unfortunately, my parents also willingly participated in this. And with all their might they tried to drag me there, arguing that I should help my elderly parents (50 years old). As a result, after the army I worked on their site for four summers in a row, each time a month and a half, almost all summer vacations. Moreover, all attempts to negotiate with them, to clarify that I do not need and are not interested, did not give results. There were endless scandals that it was necessary to go to the cottage, to help build it, it even seemed that the cottage was more important to them than their son. Complete misunderstanding, absolute misunderstanding in almost everything. I only later learned that I had lost in this way, and still regret that I did not send them to hell with this. But then I still could not imagine the scale of the disaster.

Mom and earlier, from childhood, attached overvalued importance to fresh air. Endlessly drove me out into the street, even in the evening, in the dark, when no one was there. I wandered alone in the yard with a flashlight. At the same time, I liked to read, and even tried to write science fiction myself, and every year the time for it became less and less. But mother, as if as soon as she saw me busy with her hobbies, I immediately urgently had to go for a walk. Or go with them stupidly out of town. Be sure to fresh air. No persuasion helped. Scandals, terrible insults, slamming doors. I didn’t understand her at all, and now I understand that she was just bothering me then. She saw me becoming smart, and interfered as much as she could. As a result of such a path at the end for my parents, alas, complete degradation. Everyone says to me: what are you, they are old, but they are not old, they just rolled down. They did not even realize that they were interfering with their son. The saddest thing is that the mother fundamentally did not want to understand that her son was sick with something, for example, seasonal allergies, and being in the countryside during the flowering season, from May to mid July, was undesirable to me. Even the recommendation of an allergist was no argument for her. We must go to the country, and nothing is a reason for refusal! In the end, I suffered, constantly sneezing, scratching my eyes, swallowing piles of pills that caused drowsiness. But this did not seem to make any impression on her. Thus began a pathological conflict with his mother, which lasted a lifetime. She basically didn’t want to understand anything, even that I was ill, and constantly demanded that I go for a walk and go to the cottage. Interestingly, a similar movement of summer residents was in Japan in the late 1990s. After that, the birth rate began to collapse and stagnation recently began of one of the most developed economies in the world. That is, processes similar to those that took place in Russia after the collapse of the USSR.

Even when I went to kindergarten, I had the first signs of myopia, although I had hardly read anything at that time. Over time, myopia only intensified, and in high school I was already forced to wear glasses. After graduation, myopia reached -5 diopters. Doctors told me the reason that I read a lot. In fact, now most young people are always looking at their smartphone, the size of the letters there is much smaller than in the book. And the number of shortsighted among them is much less than in my youth.

In childhood, I developed a chronic bowel disease, diagnosed at first as acute enterocolitis caused by infection. I recovered then. But I began to get fat quickly. Of course, the parents did not attach any importance to this. At 14, I realized that I didn’t want to be fat anymore. And I began to lose weight, exercise. But I was not able to straighten the frail constitution that has developed since childhood. Apparently it was necessary to swing for hours, purposefully, like Schwarzenegger, but I did not have enough time and energy for this. Remained clearly visible consequences of the former fullness. In the institute years, bowel disease made itself felt again, by an attack of severe pain. Doctors did not understand anything and diagnosed gastritis. Fortunately, the exacerbation subsided pretty quickly. But the teeth began to become caries. I noted that they all fell ill in a strange way according to one principle: they began to collapse from the root. Often starting to drill a tiny hole, the doctor wondered how further everything was weakened and rotted. I had to drill a lot of teeth, each time pulpitis, canal filling, a huge filling, which later split the tooth in half. Due to the universally bad dentistry in Russia in the 1990s, without pain relief, I then lost a lot of teeth. This was all the more strange because in my school years I had almost no caries. I attributed all this to poor nutrition during military service, a lack of vitamins. Then I gained interest in medicine, I studied from books, what are the diseases and how to treat myself, which later came in handy in my life.

From early childhood, I did not tolerate a blood test from a finger. It was getting bad, and I did not understand why. It was very strange to me. From the vein - please, but from the finger every time almost fainting with a darkening in the eyes. A blood test in the Soviet era was prescribed for any runny nose, so it happened badly to me regularly. At the same time, I noticed that women who took this analysis often beat with a needle with all their might, and then pressed on the finger with all their might. Especially in the cold, it was often really hard to bear. Moreover, parents and relatives had nothing of the kind. I also noticed that women dentists, treating without pain relief, often started yelling, if I even started to twitch, what kind of man are you if you can’t endure the pain! And I have sparks from my eyes. When, as I accidentally found out, they were treating their medical staff with a novocaine injection. Later I found out that torture using dental caries was practiced in the Nazi Gestapo during the Second World War. But it turns out I was not a man in the eyes of these women.

Then, when I had an allergy, regular nasal congestion formed. It became difficult to breathe, I wanted to clean it, it was especially difficult to fall asleep with a stuffy nose. As a result, I began to sit on vasoconstrictors. In my student years, I had an operation to straighten the nasal septum about this. For some time it was better, then the situation gradually returned again to the constant use of vasoconstrictors. The last trip to the ENT showed that this is due to inflammation of the canal going somewhere to the right side of the frontal part of the brain, and this can only be fixed with a surgical operation, which I did not do. It is interesting that during my military service I was not tormented by either allergies or nasal congestion, as I understand it now, this was due to the constant feeling of danger to life and health.

In high school, the teachers pounced on me. They asked so much homework that I literally had no free time. Six or seven lessons, then I would come home, have lunch and after a short break I would sit down to do my homework. Which I practiced until almost 11 pm, with a break for dinner and physical education, which I did at home. I was a diligent student, and secretly envied those who had the time to wander down the street in company and walk with girls. For me, such an opportunity was not provided. Moreover, I have the impression that teachers do this on purpose so that I do not have the opportunity to have a girlfriend. And even that they were all advised to overwhelm schoolchildren with work so that there would be no sex in adolescence. As I understand now, no one gave such an order, my teachers just went crazy, as did amateur gardeners later. It seemed incredibly important to them to teach their subject as much as possible. Moreover, more often than not, they gave all sorts of nonsense, which is not necessary to know. The last years at school seemed so boring to me that now I cannot remember them at all. School, home, lessons, and that's it. But these are the best years of my life! And these idiots took them away from me. But later, at the institute, the atmosphere was more free, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, they left me behind. But there was another problem, at the institute I was taught a lot of things, except for the necessary. I never found where to apply this knowledge later in my work.

While serving in the army, I noticed a strange thing: when I was extremely tired, I could not correctly enter the events in the military journal. All the time he did it with mistakes, for which he received punches from colleagues. And I just couldn't manage not to do them, no matter how hard I tried. As if someone in my head was mocking me.

Even when I was in school, I noticed that I did not have a relationship with girls. One girl told me bluntly: "you are not from our company", which, I remember, surprised me very much, I did not understand why I am worse than others. At the same time, I have noticed more than once that they make indulgences to rude simple guys, but they do not forgive me anything. That is, they are deliberately biased. I did not understand this then, but I considered that they were simply not ready for a relationship. In my first year at the institute, I had an almost developed relationship with girls, I went on dates, but then I was drafted into the army. The army turned out to be a real nightmare, I actually encountered real criminals and prison unspoken laws there. I was not ready for this, because no one then said a word about it, the truth burst into the press later, when I returned. I also noticed that stupid freaks are typically very strong, they lift huge bars, they have a lot of energy for physical education. And I, despite all the efforts, did not manage to get in shape. I also felt constant tiredness, over which stupid freaks constantly made fun of. My peers - intellectuals, too, were frail, and could not resist the criminals. Alas, these two years of service turned out to be fatal for later life, and not at all because of the gopniks, I just did not know about it yet. When I returned, I felt happy. Finally, I was released from prison! Now everything will go as it should. Alas, everything did not go as it should. It turned out that all the girls of my course, as one, are indifferent to me and do not pay any attention. It seemed like they were not at all interested in relationships with the guys. The only thing they needed from me was for me to do a term paper for them. I remember it was very offensive. I did not know how to approach them and establish a relationship. Friendship with fellow students also did not work out. In the end, I felt terrible loneliness. Moreover, many of my acquaintances who did not serve in the army already had families and children were born. I stubbornly failed. I was not invited to the company, so I never managed to get to know a normal girl. It seemed to me that my friends were annoyed that I was addressing them with this problem of mine. At the same time, I was a pretty nice young man, fit, although not an athlete, not stupid and with a sense of humor, I could make a joke. And such a complete disregard by the girls was discouraging. A couple of times I made acquaintances, courted seriously, but they only "drove me". In general, there was a strange opinion about those girls of my youth. They seemed to carry out the program of their lives. Such a girl basically does not pay attention to anyone or anything, does not flirt, leaves home after school, does not seek anywhere, does not want any relationship, and this is evident. Then he often unexpectedly marries, having met someone somewhere out there. And again, nothing from her. At that time I did not imagine that problems in personal relations were growing for everyone, I thought that only for me. And only now it became clear how severe the decline was in this area of life. Indirectly, this can be judged by the schedule of fertility decline in the 1990s.

Then I thought, somehow it's all bad, a peaceful life, and there is no way to find personal happiness. And I did not imagine that in fact an invisible war was going on. Moreover, such behavior of women is the opposite of what would be logical from the point of view of evolution. With the increasing difficulties in life, they should have the opposite, strive to create families, give birth to more children, to be surrounded by care in old age and to overcome difficulties together with loved ones. Instead, women of my youth became very capricious, spoiled, dishonest, unfaithful, heartless, often began to behave immorally, without any regret or remorse.

At the same time, after a successful perestroika, as a result of which the economy collapsed, the USSR collapsed. My country, which was knowledge-intensive and technically developed, has perished. These reforms began, it seemed, reasonably enough, but Gorbachev turned out to be an incapable leader, and made an impression of a person deprived of his opinion, whose thoughts are floating. Yeltsin, who replaced him, at first seemed progressive and active, but suddenly he suddenly gave up, became ill, and began to behave like a clown. He abandoned everything, and as a result, the country's economy finally collapsed. What happened then no longer seems to be a powerful scientific and technical country. It even sometimes comes to mind that the current country is trying to simply deceive us with invented power, but in reality it no longer has its own science and its technologies. All this is window dressing.

In 1995, I got married, but, as it turned out, unsuccessfully. Suddenly, after the wedding, the wife became completely not sexual at all, she was no longer interested in sex and orgasm in general. Scandals started on her part, most often on far-fetched and deliberately biased reasons, which often continued at night, and bored me to the end. Absolutely absurd accusations, dissatisfaction with literally everyone, often with an inability to explain what exactly she does not like. Then she really couldn’t explain herself why she did it. "Something happened to me". Sometimes she herself could not remember what she said and did. In 2001, a daughter was born, and his wife "postpartum depression" lasted six months. It was a real nightmare. Then I realized that such a family already makes almost no sense. Although the wife before the wedding seemed honest man, with the principles brought up in the family of the officer, and we had common interests. But it turned out that all this did not help.

And so, in 2003, unexpectedly for myself, I unhappily fell in love with one woman whom I met at work. At the same time, it seemed strange that not only was he not going to start anything like this, he was categorically afraid of such a feeling, suspecting, from past experience, that it would be unrequited, it hurts and that's all. And at first I did not pay attention to this woman at all. In appearance she was pretty, but somehow wilted, married, uninteresting. I felt an unexpected influx of feelings when I later corresponded by working with her by e-mail. About two weeks after the last time I saw her. I did not understand myself, because I thought that I was completely unprepared for this. And I still do not understand, why on earth is all this? The option is obviously a failure, it was understandable. But the feeling was not going to let go, it was not at all possible to get rid of it with reasonable arguments. Therefore, I decided, most likely therefore, for divination with a needle. Recall the experience of his distant youth. Surprisingly, the difference from previous attempts, the contact was immediately meaningful. I answered a certain "Gosha". He said that this is "love, passion", "she loves you" and "wedding in a year". Still, that "this is a gift". It was impossible to believe in such a thing! I decided to check and began to correspond with this woman on personal topics, wanting to get to know her more closely. As expected, she did not feel anything but polite interest in me. Moreover, she didn’t even want us to become friends. I guessed that she was just flirting with me, no more. How can a wedding be in a year? Naturally, no way. But my feeling, to my horror, was only growing. I decided to ask the astral again what is happening to me. The answer was strange: "this is conducting", "you are being led to it". So this story began. Of course, the relationship did not work out at all, the most reasonable thing was to abandon this ridiculous idea, but I continued to experience a strong attraction and strong feelings about this. And I could not do anything with myself, I could not distract myself. I tried again to get in touch, Gosha said: "everything is going fine". He also said that he has a “linus” that “helps conduct”, he “builds” it, and this is something like a computer on tertiary logic. Once in the USSR they tried to do such things, and I was not very surprised, I only thought: where are the spirits, are the computers there?

After a while, it became clear that this woman has nothing to do with me. She was not eager to meet at least a little. Moreover, her interest in talking to me faded. I tried to get in touch with someone else, not Gosha. Someone called himself "Friend". He built phrases somehow very old-fashioned. For example, "add your mind?" On the topic of my feelings, he said interestingly: "I will find you a wife like a fool". He called Gosha "genius" and "beggar". At the same time, it began to seem to me that I was already distinguishing it directly that way, without the help of needle rotation. The worst thing is that my condition was getting worse. I was in a state of severe depression, generally lost interest in the family and everything in life. I was only thinking about why this did not work out, and now I cannot be happy without this woman. All attempts to pull herself together and throw her out of her head failed. Interestingly, when I occasionally saw her live, I was very surprised, because she outwardly completely did not match the way I imagined her in my head. Then I also tested the spiritualistic pendulum. Later - automatic writing. "Friend" said that this woman was "nicer for God" and further advised "to communicate with a guide". The guide's name was Gena. He said that we must go to God, and at the same time talked too old-fashionedly. For verification, I decided to call an "angel", or one of the higher beings. After all, it is believed that this is possible. The one who called himself "Augur" answered. He advised me to "run to God", and created some pleasant sensations reminiscent of euphoria. "Live in the truth", he wished me. This whole story ended poorly. My lover became pregnant from her husband, and was about to leave on maternity leave. In order to fully verify what was said to me from the astral, I confessed my love to her. Of course, it turned out that she had absolutely no feelings for me. And she did not plan any relationship with me. She only recently got married a second time and was quite happy with her marriage. It was very painful, and I did not understand why they made such a joke with me. The answer from astral was very entertaining, supposedly, she should return to my life, and then everything will be fine with us. It was not at all clear to me. Even if she returns in two years, what will it give me? My feelings suffered, and by that time I would no longer need her. At the same time, I realized that I could not love her anymore after she became pregnant from another man. It turned out that she might be coming back, but I will not need her at all. And even if she falls in love, then I will not need it at all, and the wedding will not take place. I did not know that this paradox would play a major role in solving this riddle.

In addition, I was very surprised by this woman herself, with whom I was so unhappily in love. I later watched her furtively through the Internet, and was amazed: her appearance regularly changed, she was thin and intelligent, then as if a market woman, then some kind of directly puffy. The face changed noticeably and sometimes even the figure, as it seemed, in a circle! I even sometimes thought that by mistake I didn’t get to her page, but then I was convinced, yes, that’s for sure she! As if in one woman there were several women at the same time, who changed in turn. She was sometimes just not recognizable! But then she strangely returned to her former form, a few years later. I think people just sometimes do not notice such mysterious changes, do not pay attention to it, considering it to be something ordinary. I still don’t understand who this woman really was.

On the Internet I did not find any information that there are "conducting", especially to a woman. All descriptions of contacts with "spirits" were more like primitive superstitions. Purely for moral reasons, this did not fit with the way we imagine good deeds from above. My beloved at that time was married, and, it turns out, I had to take her out of the family, and abandon mine. The Church decries such contacts with the "spirits", considering them to be "lower demons", and assuring that they only lie. But I was interested in the phenomenon itself. I tried to go to church, pray, but it didn't help anything. At the same time, being in the temple did not affect these contacts in any way. What kind of god is this who made me lead to wild, unbearable pain? From Kabbalah I learned a strange theory, allegedly the creator created creatures that aspire to him, and he gives them suffering in order to purify their souls. And if you know in advance what he gives, which is possible through the "internal screen", then you can avoid suffering. You can still avoid this if you become the maximum egoist, so that, having fed up with everything, then become an altruist. A very strange god for Kabbalists, I thought. Some kind of moron who beats everyone who aspires to him, while he cannot even plainly say what he needs from them. Moreover, having become, in everything, an egoist, a person, in my opinion, is getting used to living this way, and will never become an altruist of his own free will. Somehow, everything is the opposite of what it should be.

I also stumbled upon a rather strange site "science of eniology", which described that spiritualism is for fools, and that the phenomenon that I encountered is called a "system of withdrawal of potential". The name, as it later turned out, made a point, but the rest of the content on the site was distrusting. That supposedly we have hostile alien civilizations standing at a higher level in some obscure hierarchy, they steal karma. It was incomprehensible to me in this case, and especially personally in mine: why do aliens need my karma? What will they do with her? I have never been particularly lucky in life. What is it to steal? Something did not fit here. Later, the site "science of eniology" was completely redone, and turned into one of the most typical corners of the occult-mystical direction. From the content of the forums, I realized that people often encounter this phenomenon, and even get very strange information in this way, but no one understands anything about it. And most importantly, they are not trying to figure out what is behind this.

So, I came across a strange phenomenon. It is not properly described anywhere on the Internet and in literature. The phenomenon in everything was not logical. What kind of "friends" are these, leading to a dead end to pain and suffering? What is the use of it? After all, they did not seem to be enemies! I have aroused scientific interest. What is it that turns out to be, the 21st century, it seems, the universe has already been almost studied, and here is a whole menagerie of all kinds of Gosha, Gena, Friends and other Augurs! Struck by their old-fashioned communication, Gena seemed to believe in God, but more like an Old Believer or a sectarian. He did not at all resemble the image of a guardian angel, which is described in the Christian religion. Naturally, then I had no idea where this is all located. I decided to find out what their world is. It turned out they themselves do not know where they are. I asked if they could reach for something or find something in their world. There was no answer, there was confusion. I was told that they could see the "arc", they still have some kind of "meridian", but that it was not clear. Gena suggested that the "arc" is a "collection of souls". An interesting presentation, but where is all this located? After my experiments, it began to seem to me that I heard “voices”. It was not at all interesting. It was already crazy. In addition, I was very tired during this time, was experiencing severe depression, and realized that in this way I would not find out anything else. I need to wait and see if it will come true or not, and then draw conclusions about it. Therefore, I simply quit practicing spiritualism. But spiritualism has not abandoned me.

Further, I constantly pondered what happened to me, and began to dwell more and more often on the thought that since the "evil spirits" had such simple access to a person, they could harm him very easily in everything, like me. And there is no one to stop them, because I did not feel any external force that would drive them away when I asked for it. And for sure, they harm normal relations everywhere, persuade people, arrange their "conducting", and they don’t even suspect about it. Such thoughts gave impetus to subsequent events. A "colloquium" began in my head with my participation, endlessly discussing these events. They tried all the time to deploy them this way and that, from a different angle, although, in my opinion, everything was very clear, and there was absolutely nothing to discuss here. Then, for the first time, the psychology of these creatures struck me — they claimed so that I did something bad if I did not want to go to this woman, to contact with her, to confess my love. I was also interested in the opinion of the "guide" about his god, from his words, God offers solutions, people make them. What about free will? - I was amazed then. Free will to make these decisions, answered the guide. Here is such a non-alternative god with them, go, love and suffer, because you see how he wanted to. Of course, if they just lied to me from the astral, and to hell with him. I could have been mistaken, but I didn’t suffer much, considering it an absurd delusion, and finally I was simply surprised. But with such a level of tragedy that I experienced then, it is unlikely that this lie strongly influenced something. All this resembled the generally evil will of some more powerful being.

And so, one fine day, discussions became especially intrusive. I was very tired of it, but I was waiting for something important and interesting to be told to me. Toward evening, it got really bad, but I began to get very strange information in my head. Allegedly, this world is just an illusion, and now the walls will open, then the real world will open. It even seemed that this was starting to happen, but the walls remained where they were. Another thing is that we are all microcircuits on the substrate, and some kind of thing crawls on top, resembling a chandelier that clings to us with wires. I did not know anything about solipsism then, and all this was noticeably scary. Then, I remember, a voice appeared that said that I was in a difficult situation, and he will help me get out. To do this, I must perform simple steps. I need to look at the cross that really appeared on the wall, like an image. Then it was necessary to spin around himself, performing movements with his hands. Allegedly, military introductions were found in me, they must be pulled out and transferred to people from another planet. They will figure it out. Another report "line number", as I recall, 375. As a result, I felt very bad. My wife woke up, then an ambulance arrived and they gave me a calming injection. In the morning everything went. I told the doctors that I was just overworked. I did not know then that this was a real military attack. All this happened in the winter of 2004, and, of course, could be qualified as acute psychosis due to complicated loss.

An interesting feature of such fantastic illusions is the unusual sensations experienced by man, which are not like anything encountered in ordinary life. They cause associations with life after death, other worlds and it is very difficult to describe in words, because they do not associate with anything that surrounds us.

After this, one could naturally assume that it is better not to do all this, and to stay away from everything. I began to gradually recover from the tragedy, although I often suffered from bouts of severe hopeless depression, but I fought with them. Moreover, I did not understand what I was struggling with in the end. It already seemed to me that that woman was not very, and needed. Why am I suffering so much? She was pretty, yes, as it turned out, model in appearance, but long married, and now she has two children, she was completely indifferent to me, did not show any signs of special attention, did not flirt. Why am I so crush on her? She was no different from many other pretty women who surrounded me. But no, it is she who is needed, although the least chance is to achieve reciprocity with her. I suddenly need to become a millionaire out of the blue. And reciprocity, after her pregnancy, no longer seemed something necessary. I did not understand at all why I continue to be in a state of tragedy.

In the summer of 2004, I met a woman with whom I had a short romance, I also passed an exam for driving a car, it seemed to me that I was starting to get out of this terrible pit. I recalled my adventures cautiously, and no longer wanted to try to find out anything. In 2005, I met another woman with whom I had a longer relationship. But in the summer, at the very peak of this novel, I got an exacerbation of irritable bowel syndrome. I acquired this disease back in my college years. I went to the doctors, underwent various examinations, did not find anything significant, and for six months I got out of this situation. My nails on the big toes began to grow inwards. Previously, this also happened, periods, just at the moment when I most needed to be healthy. I cut my nails, and gradually healed them. Relations with that woman began to bore me, I did not love her. Therefore, in 2006 I met another woman who seemed outwardly more attractive. To my surprise, she quickly began to feel an unusually strong attraction to me. Then, again, sessions of "messages from above" began again. This time it was reported that "management" came to my aid, which was very interested in this woman, and "wants to look at her". Still unknown to me, said: "she is a weapon aimed at you". I did not understand this, but again it became interesting to me! Nothing like this anywhere in literature and on the Internet! Yes, today I know that mentally ill people often claim to "rule the world". Apparently, this is a kind of such nonsense. But then I didn’t even think that I controlled anything! In addition, I was informed that there is someone who is being introduced into our world. These are some robots that "roll on a plane", and, "having discovered a hole, they see that it is a person, then they lower the reticle". In addition, a message slipped through that I was a robot that was lost on another planet, and I had a wheel behind. Then I sadly thought that it was possible, I have schizophrenia. And my unhappy love is also just a symptom of schizophrenia. I was also struck by the seemingly funny cartoon characters that appeared in consciousness at that moment, as if drawn. They showed something, as if helping me in something, but then it got worse. That is, they were the harbingers of the bad. In this system of relationships, it was the other way around, but I still hoped that at least someone was on my side.

The affair with another passion unfolded quite rapidly, and I stopped considering the seriously received warning. Suddenly, this woman began to offer me to have a baby, and get married. To me, she herself seemed a little strange, obsessed with work, not very suitable for hobbies, but passionately in love, which I had not felt from my wife for a long time. And just then, when we should have already had the final move to her, she began to behave incomprehensibly. She began to cry for no reason. I slowed down with the departure, but she put her husband out and was waiting for me alone. As soon as I was about to go, when she suddenly announced that she was returning to her husband. I reacted with surprise, but it did not become a tragedy. Basically, I heard about this behavior in such cases. The mistress takes the man away from his wife, and having achieved it, throws him herself. We seemed to part, but it seemed to me that she was expecting something from me. Without waiting for anything, she called and said that now she was with me again, and forever. Well, I, too, was bitterly abandoning the family, where my child, who was still in kindergarten then, I decided that such hesitation was normal. She changed her mind, so she still loves me! And so I was going to move to live with her, leaving my family behind. We had a very warm date then.

The next day I went to work, and then to the programming courses, which I started to attend at the same time. Another day, problems came again. A constant discussion of this all in my head, plus any nonsense resembling a booth. If I knew then that this is the second military attack, two years after the first, then I would go home and go to rest. But I did not know! Nowhere on the Internet is a word written about it. Everything intensified gradually. Already at the courses, it seemed to me that there was an empty space around me, and behind me there was a military man in a blue helmet that protects me, and this was accompanied by very unusual pleasant sensations. Then I was informed that "the control machine will solve my problem". Before me, on a blank sheet of paper, drawings began to appear, as if animated cartoons in the form of drawings. It all came together in a drawing of a strange apparatus resembling a samovar with a porthole, it was called the "module". As I understand it, the task was to turn the “module” into a baby for some reason, which was done. In this drawing ended. On the way home, an unreasonable laugh began to sort me out. Then, already near the house, I was informed that it was necessary to stop somewhere and do a series of exercises. So I stood for a while, convulsively twitching, then my wife came out and brought me home. At home I felt very bad. My thoughts were confused, but they began to impose on me that there were “controls” around me, one of which, “sur”, or “suprimator”, was trying to drive me crazy. This is a military mechanism, and is built somewhere in space, it affects me from above. It began to seem to me that my wife wears a mask on her face, and pretends to be another person. As a result, the ambulance came again, they gave me an injection. Hallucinations ended the next day, but problems with a full return of consciousness continued for some time. This was the most serious failure, caused by overwork, and because of the anxiety that I was leaving my family, I did not sleep at night. All this seems nonsense, in fact, these are elements of the swaying of the human psyche to drive him crazy. Such a military attack begins unexpectedly, growing gradually, and at the end becoming a terrifying delirium with hallucinations of obedience to the "voice". But then I did not attach serious importance to this, believing that I myself was to blame for the occurrence of these symptoms.

Despite the delay caused by my malaise, the mistress again invited me to live with her, although the delays continued for a month, and she lived alone, and this seemed a reliable argument in favor of her loyalty. At the same time strange "messages" began to come to me that somewhere an investigation had begun of what was happening, in connection with what had happened to me. Somewhere "the police arrived". I did not understand anything then. Schizophrenic nonsense again, I thought about it. The situation at home became very painful, my wife became addicted to alcohol, drank every evening with friends, not paying attention to me, so I went to live with another. I then doubted strongly that I had made the right choice, but the old relationship, as I thought, had already completely exhausted itself. I decided to try it. As soon as I moved to my bride, she abruptly changed. Sex stopped immediately. She was surprised to note the mysterious smell emanating from the body, which she could not interrupt with aromatic oil. This smell reminded me of incense. And in general, it was very gloomy together with her, the situation was oppressive. Unnatural, somehow hypocritical, as if a theater was being played in front of me. After a while, when I was going to introduce her to my parents, she behaved very strangely. She didn’t want to go, she sat and was silent, as if in a stupor. As a result, I went alone, my mother had a birthday. My parents did not support me with the idea of divorcing and marrying another. Toward night, my bride sent an SMS, with grammatical errors, that she was returning to her husband, and I could pick up my things. Previously, she always wrote without errors. I took things and decided to temporarily stay with my parents. I only suffered one evening from this, then I thought that I would gladly give up her husband with such a “gift” with similar deeds. But then she behaved very strangely. She invited me to a meeting in a cafe, and sat there with a proud look, as if she had made some achievement in her life. And again she was waiting for something. I did not understand her mood, and even more so the question "so what?" Nothing, probably. Enough! I was completely uncomfortable living with her. I decided that I would part with her for good. But after some time, already at work, realizing that for me actually everything was over, and she was no longer interesting, she rushed to the attack. And I was surprised to note how a person, she completely changed. Previously, she did not allow me to touch myself in the presence of other people. Now she hugged me in the presence of strangers, was almost ready to have sex with me when other people were nearby. Having made a couple more times an attempt to leave and return, it seemed to me, she went crazy. Sometimes it was as if she didn’t understand where she was and who she was with. She is with me forever, and at the same time her husband will catch me with her! She began to dress like an old woman. An incomprehensible muddy mucus flowed from the vagina. I was generally scared with her! What happened to her then, I still don’t understand, most likely, she had previously suffered from schizophrenia in a latent form or even a disorder of a multiple personality, in a latent form. But, when we met at the beginning of our relationship, I did not notice any such manifestations. A neat, clean and neatly dressed, pretty young woman, reasonably reasonable, businesslike, active, she lost her mind for no apparent reason and turned into something terrible. It seemed to me that she was actively trying to make me hurt, so she made such strange maneuvers. She was waiting for this. Probably pain in the eyes. I did not understand this at all.

But the culmination of this relationship was SMS correspondence with her, as with a "robot". At first she, after several of her strange maneuvers, sent a round-trip SMS containing only the numbers "123". I did not answer, considering it some kind of mistake. After a while, again, "123". It turns out, as "management" explained to me at that moment, that still means something. I need to answer "RVM", this is a "request for a control mechanism". Sent, the answer came "N85". "Robot" called himself. I was a little taken aback then, but I wondered what all this meant. I answered "under the guidance" from my head what exactly, I don’t remember, in my opinion, out of place, this code language is quite difficult to understand, but the answers were stored in my phone for a long time, as a sample of correspondence with no longer human: GUQN, WAU, RPC, OEEE, YE, YVN, BURR, MEO, AY. What does this mean, I will not say now. For each code there was one SMS message. Then separate words began to come, and I did not answer anymore, again one word to the message: Bacon, Socks, Color, Bottle, Groshiki, Gragg, Kum, Trum, Mole, Wozik, ZaelO, Tryam, Straight, Percentage, Verification, Black . Closer to the night another SMS message containing only one strange word came: Grmmmtk. What happened to the person himself, I still do not understand. How did she manage to get so crazy? What she imagined herself to be a robot! And we met later, she did not remember this moment, and never mentioned, looked more or less sane, never tried to repeat this. But from that moment on, all silliness came from her, like from a child. I did not understand her at all, I just tried to play along, pretending that everything was in order. We still met sometimes, but without enthusiasm and plans for the future. By the fall of 2007, she became pregnant from her husband, and we parted forever, without much regret on my part. This mysterious, in its own way, relationship history clearly demonstrates that a lot of extremely strange is hidden in the bowels of the human psyche, and we know very little about it. Moreover, this extremely strange something has similar combinations among different people, which is even more mysterious. It’s as if these “robot” codes were tightly flashed somewhere.

When I was still meeting this woman, at the very beginning of 2007, the stage of "revelation from above" began. Now they told me directly about the "events" that were taking place at that time. Doctors consider this a fantastic nonsense for a mental disorder, completely not trying to figure out what is behind it. It began with the fact that they directly told me: "most of what you see in the sky is artificial structures". Not only is this statement immediately in doubt. Of course, I personally have not been there, and no one has been beyond the borders of the Solar System, but as I knew earlier, there are mainly stars, galaxies, and nebulae. And I myself could not think that these are all artificial buildings! My opinion was completely different. What started next told about the mysterious events that were going on, and at first I could not understand where all this is located. I thought it was right here on Earth. At first, they told me a story that supposedly people began to leave along street lamps and disappear there. And they still could not pass the light bulb in their entrance. They stopped and stood looking at her. They missed the last metro station on the train, and disappeared there, too, at the end of the stop, turning into homeless people. I didn’t notice anything like that. So this is not happening here. But where? Gradually, it became clear that they were describing some other planet. And she was extremely interesting! At first, I even thought that this is life after the death of people, as many believe, and I learn about it, and when I realized that this was just the management of earthlings from outside, I was very disappointed. But what they told me turned out to be excitingly interesting! Nothing of the kind can be found either on Earth or in our fiction!

The life of these aliens is completely different from ours, and is built on completely different principles. They have literally everything controlled there. The life of the population there is completely subordinate to the routine given by some devices installed everywhere, in the walls, on poles, in shops on each counter. They not only perform the functions of control and suppression, but also determine how a resident should behave so as not to suffer. The fact is that everyone there is under the constant influence of control fields. Their nature remained unknown to me, but, unlike us, aliens in their bodies themselves have built-in control devices that grow with them. Therefore, they cannot disobey. Even when a resident was dying, this organ was removed, and it looked like grain. And it was used in technical devices. Something like our Bluetooth, but directly embedded in the spinal cord, or somewhere in a similar place. Nothing extraordinary, but the idea itself on our Earth has no analogues. The reason for this state there is that the world shown to me is there at the lower level of submission, and higher beings live on the side of the mountain, higher and higher, in limited areas called "axial symmetries". Each "axial symmetry" has certain properties defined by the planet. And this planet therefore has several magnetic poles. Their features often differ so much that residents of one "axial symmetry" cannot stay for long on another, for example, the neighboring one, because they will receive other influences. Therefore, territories bounded by "axial symmetries" are called "planets" there. One such ball can contain several "planets" with unique natural features, each within a limited territory. As it became clear, this described planet was remade by someone in very distant times, billions of years ago. The lowest level experiences maximum impacts, which are often not interconnected. Therefore, in order to avoid distortions, we built a joint management that has feedback that allows you to correct the negative effects on neighbors. Because of this, military conflicts often arose there. People on Earth, it turns out, are still at a lower level than the inhabitants of the lowest territory, but they are not completely subordinated to these influences. To us, all this is simply transmitted in the form of instructions and images to the subconscious. How?

I was even given a technical description of this, though not very believable. But they told an impressive epic about the history of this planet. In ancient times, billions of years ago, an ancient galaxy was built, on the principles understood by people. She was beautiful and consisted of millions of inhabited worlds, connected by invisible connections among themselves. The most developed ones helped the less developed to develop faster. But then the planets gradually began to diverge from the expansion of the galaxy, the old civilizations ended, for various reasons, there were only a few branches where life still remained. But about two billion years ago, builders arrived from another galaxy, who did everything on principles incomprehensible to man. Unlike people who first debug solutions, then apply, the aliens built right away, but they had special devices and methods called "correctness control". This allowed them to do everything on the go, and with jewelry accuracy. But after almost a billion years of normal existence, strange problems arose. Someone noticed that decisions coming from developed worlds, in particular, helping in something concrete, connected together, lead to a worsening of the situation. Thus began the first strange war between the worlds, ending with the devastation of the galaxy. Therefore, the modern galaxy, which arose a long time after the end, was rebuilt, and only studied artifacts and methods left by distant unknown aliens. The method of war of "friendly help" was inherited with them, when under the guise of scientific, technical, and social support, decisions are introduced in advance that together give a weakening of the enemy’s power, and only then an attack is carried out. The main thing is to do this unnoticed so that the enemy does not guess. The types of waging such a war can be varied. For example, a seemingly harmless flower is planted, which does not affect health in any way, and it spreads across the territory of the enemy. But in symbiosis with the flora growing there, it can cause a reduction in the birth rate of the population and its weakening, which, of course, they are not aware of. A bet is always on surprise. Therefore, wars in that world always began with the fact that everyone was trying to figure out who was attacking? All friends at once, no one is fighting, these are some mistakes that they will willingly help to correct. It was argued that the ancient civilizations that lived on that planet reached the limit of immorality, because they themselves were dying out. And they fought with the enemy only in this way, still often exposing other nations as enemies instead of themselves.

What does this have to do with me? It turned out that through this whole world the so-called "old axis" passed along the river descending from the mountain. Its peculiarity was that by putting certain objects in a certain place, it was possible to give a task to the inhabitants of the subordinate territory. Initially, this can be used with impunity. But then someone thought of using it for impossible tasks for residents. Therefore, the axis was redone. The one who set the task was now obliged to be responsible for its implementation. That is, to die if it is not fulfilled. This was recorded in his personality. But after some time, a way of earning appeared, when someone set the task, and received money on it, and when the time came, he was obliged to return the taken. If he did not return what he took, then he perished himself. There were those who set themselves up like that for money, becoming a "thief", and living only until the moment it was necessary to return what was taken. Therefore, the axis was redone again. Now the people living on it were obliged to control the fulfillment of the task. If it is not fulfilled, the rush began to fulfill it. This was sometimes impossible. In this case, the responsible leaders from the people, who were obliged to oversee the implementation, themselves experienced serious anguish. It was tightly stitched in them that the task should be completed at all costs. That is, they were responsible for fulfilling with danger to their lives. Even if the victim died, and for a long time, it did not matter, the task had to be completed. Therefore, instead of doing it, they often just searched for the guilty, who did it, found and killed. Now no one dared to do something like this without control systems that gave confidence that everything was done correctly. But again, there was a way to capitalize on this. Other nations bribed residents so that they framed their leaders, setting an impossible task for the subordinate people. In an effort to complete the task, they usually started a war with lower people if they refused to obey. So the strangers constantly maked mischief between these peoples. To correct this situation, the so-called "old management" was invented, which pulled out those who participated in the statement of the task and allowed to find the culprit. Later, they made a general management, which controlled the setting of such tasks and allows timely correction of this situation, avoiding serious problems. But relations between nations deteriorated over time, and they could no longer just directly agree on who does what. This made the life of lower nations very difficult. To correct the introduced effects, special units of a rather large size, called "compensators", were built. They could create influences leveling destructive influences from another axis. To determine the implicit tasks from the neighbors in an understandable form, special biological objects were created, built in certain places, called "bio-formulators". In them, artificially derived life forms transformed the effects of other axes into formulations that could be understood. But this was not enough if the "movement" began. This was the name of a natural phenomenon that everywhere intensified the activity of the "axis of symmetry", and was accompanied by volcanic eruptions and river spills. At such moments, control devices gave residents direct commands, not only how to behave, but also what to think about. The "movement" occurred approximately once every 10 years.

What happened in my case? For a long time no one used this method, because modern control methods made it possible to instantly find the culprit and correct the situation. But the economic situation in the modern form of the small states living in the territories of these "symmetries" gradually fell into decay. And they completely forgot about this method of warfare. To remedy the situation in the economy, a “consortium of four planets” emerged, a suspicious commercial organization most resembling a criminal syndicate. Instead, she took up the “study” of ancient artifacts on the axis, and in the end she set this task, which for strange reasons everyone missed. It was revealed only when the task was given a second time. Allegedly, the impossible task to fall in love with a woman who creates an insurmountable obstacle to relationships, set for the people at the lowest level of the hierarchy. But it also proceeded here to certain comparable types of earthlings. Actually, the locals did not care about earthlings, but in order to avoid a war between their inhabitants, an investigation began. Then the police arrived at the building of the consortium (the same "policemen"), but the police were put out of the door. After that, special forces arrived and took control of the building. It turned out that there was some kind of biological disaster, and all the employees in this building went crazy. The first pictures "from another planet" that I received were soldiers sitting in a building in helmets and respirators that looked like a starfish. Crazy people run along the corridors. These inhabitants looked like people in appearance. Later it became clear that all biological objects that were supposed to determine the threat were infected as a result of sabotage. The investigation revealed glaring facts of corruption in the local government, which knew everything and did nothing. The trial began, who attacked. The second video “from another planet” showed how the military, who landed on the neighboring territory, found some devices in the roots of the trees. And then some kind of machine works in the field, in the form of a tower with a rotating torus. It looks like an unearthly car. There are no such machines on Earth. But there was a hitch with all this. The devices turned out to be just a service for rare tree species. And the car is agricultural. Standardly, no one is fighting, all friends.

Further, all the stories reminded me of reports from the places of hostilities. This planet turned out to be mysterious, filled with some ancient structures and technologies. And the story itself was most reminiscent of a fantastic horror thriller. I even regretted falling asleep from fatigue, and missed the next "report". They continued while I was sleeping, and then the information was never repeated later. The reports were conducted in a "voice", the pictures came in the form of pseudo-hallucinations. Sometimes they were colored, but most often black and white or even painted, like illustrations in a book. Three or four times there were propaganda military videos and fragments from "alien films". They did not look like typical production of terrestrial film studios. An interesting feature of the "other world" was its similarity to the USSR in the 1950s and 1960s, sometimes even in the 1920s and 1930s. And it seemed very strange. The same architecture, decoration, typical character - a worker in overalls and heavy boots, as on the posters of that time. I have never seen cars in the streets. Phones and computers too. All houses in the towns are one-story or two-story. An interesting system of water drainage from the roof was made; it is inside the building, next to the stairs. In winter, it thaws from the heat of the room and is easy to clean. Apparently, the winter there is not severe. There is a metro in a big city, it is different from ours. The train goes in a tunnel where water can get, so at the entrance to the station it passes through a valve. First, passengers leave it, and then a passage opens for those waiting to land. There are transfer stations that do not have access to the street, and you can get stuck there at night. In the small cities of this nation, trains in tunnels for delivering workers travel on a different principle. A cable is stretched along the rails, which is constantly stretched by a stationary winch. The locomotive clings to it with a special grip and is towed. To turn to the side, the driver releases the cable and transfers the capture to another cable. Maybe somewhere on Earth this is, but I have not seen. Some metro stations are flooded and abandoned.

There were stories that simply staggered the imagination. For example, initially the information looked like this: "when a person dies, he becomes a coil, gets into the house, and stands, a car drives up to him and starts to unwind him, he talks about himself, tells, then unwinds all". Awesome life after death! In fact, it turned out that this was talking about a special apparatus reminiscent of our old wire recorder. He writes down there all the actions performed by the "axial system" for a resident of a certain type. In the event of his death, under mysterious circumstances, it is examined and determined that this preceded it. A special kind of impact on residents is the "dead". This is one in which a person is killed by external influence. He walks, eats, talks, but he is very unpleasant in communication, and does nothing fundamentally. The massive presence of "dead" in all responsible posts is defined as a military attack. This is the structure of the subordinate world, he constantly watches what is happening to him, whether they attack him from above, dictate his own rules to him, or not. This plot is interesting because I had heard about a wire recorder before, but I never saw it live! And moreover, all the time before my eyes from childhood there were reels with magnetic tape. It would be logical to assume that if my subconscious mind came up with this device, relying only on my usual knowledge, it would show something like a tape recorder for old electronic computers, which at one time were used to store information.

The robot that got lost on another planet, which I mentioned earlier, rode there on rails. It was a service mechanism, engaged in servicing a biological object, it got into some kind of slush during the accident and got stuck. On its hood there really was a wheel, most likely a spare. The robot rolling along the plane and “finding the hole where the person is” turned out to be a special garden mechanism working on the “axis”, thus identifying places that are associated with a resident of a certain type, and, accordingly, with an earthling. There, a special plant is planted in the hole, by which you can track what is happening. It was just so strangely recognized by a biological object that was used to reconnoiter what was happening in the neighbors, which also manifests itself in it as an image that needs to be identified and linked to something real. Why did the information about this come to me in such a strange way earlier? What am I - this is a robot that got lost on another planet? This is a way of military intelligence. The resident is informed that he is someone or something, from a biological object of observation, through a matching device called a "bridge", while the message looks silly, childish, because the rationality of this object is small, he is always at risk of destruction. Then it is monitored from which places something can affect this resident. This is what war looks like on another planet. Enemies always attack from higher levels in the hierarchy, often in order to complete some tasks from an even higher level. It’s always unexpected and mean, it’s the norm there.

Another interesting way of reconnaissance is that all objects recognized in this way are assigned the character of a resident. It doesn’t matter what it is, whether it is alive or not. What matters is not what he is, but what he "said". So you can describe any action performed by any object, even a cartoon character, even a toilet bowl. Someone said something - typical information coming from a biological object.

An interesting feature of another territory that we managed to see, called the "old world" there, is the "old management". It looks like domes with strange mechanisms inside. It was alleged that when a resident of this territory dies, they put him in a chair inside this mechanism, and the dead partly comes to life by the mechanism, experiencing pleasant sensations, he can see and correct something if he feels some dangerous effects on himself. "New management" there is based on moving mechanisms, robots, computers, crystals, imperfect biological forms, artificially grown, but no one in this world ever trusts him. Often it does something, and no one understands that.

The story ended with an apocalyptic ending. The spill of the rivers was accompanied by the flooding of territories, the release of toxic waste from chemical industries. Then, along with a stream of water, some kind of chemical or biological substance came that decomposed organic substances and even metals as quickly as possible. All residents caught in the wave of this substance were instantly destroyed, including children. However, they did not understand anything that was happening to them, and continued to live, as usual. Surviving surrendered. The war was lost. At this point, the story of the war on "another planet" stopped. In this case, the finale could be interpreted in different ways. Either someone defeated and destroyed everyone in this territory. But from what was shown, this was not obvious. Either the war ended, and the accident just happened. And in general, former opponents eventually engaged in a struggle with its consequences.

The story about the events on the “other planet” lasted three years, from 2007 to 2010. At the same time, I retained full sanity, I could take care of myself, I went to work, as usual, only got very tired of these “visions”. But I was extremely interested! What was shown was completely different from what we are used to on Earth. A complete illusion was created that there was a report on real events somewhere. The story was surprisingly detailed, believable, logically linked, with philosophical overtones, reminiscent of the parable of how a developed civilization had all the means to develop, but spent them on subordinating their own kind. It was a complete feeling that I watched the most interesting and exciting science fiction film in my life with an adventure plot! I have not seen anything comparable in level of fantasy here and have not read anywhere! Least of all did it resemble delirium caused by a disturbance in my thinking.

As you can see, a serious theoretical foundation was put under what happened to me earlier. Allegedly, the problems are somewhere on another planet, and this explains everything. But I did not believe it. I am familiar with cosmology and astronomy, and I am well aware that it is extremely difficult to bring information here from another planet near another star, especially to the brain. In my opinion, this is technically impossible, given the fact that those who transmit it here know practically nothing about us. At the same time, it always looked like that directly from there the information gets here, into my mind, but I did not see either transmitters or repeaters along the route of this signal to Earth. And I don’t know a single signal that could transmit images, all the more color, directly to the human brain. Therefore, it remained to assume that all this was formed right in my head, and nothing more than a hoax. In fact, this is military misinformation of someone who accidentally witnessed something and tried to figure it out. In my case, it was unsuccessful, because I did not believe all this. Interesting, of course, but alas, not true.

ALL SIMILAR REVELATIONS IN THE HISTORY OF HUMANITY - NOT MORE THAN MYSTIFICATION!

The most important question remained: who in my head, acting so that I didn’t notice anything, was able to compose a complex and full of details connected story? She was not only interesting, but also talented! I myself could not have composed such a thing, for a very simple reason. Each science fiction writer relies on the experience that he sees around himself. Therefore, in books and films, aliens are very similar to us, earthlings. They may just look different. To draw a completely different civilization, which is completely different from ours, is extremely difficult, almost impossible! Moreover, earlier in my mental fantasies I did not go further than describing the flight of a spaceship to another planet or star, which is completely typical of this genre. I never thought that they could control us from another planet, and I reasonably believe that this is impossible! Moreover, as it seemed to me, this story was played out, like in a theater or in a movie, according to some rigidly laid down script, which then did not modify and could not be continued. The last shots from this story more closely resembled terrestrial landscapes, and not from that fictional "planet". That is, in fact, some kind of "film", or a hard-laid program that played this hoax, scrolled, and that’s all, it was never repeated again. Most likely, having worked once, it can never be initiated again. A good plot for science fiction, but these "aliens" had nothing to do with reality.

Psychiatry refers to such manifestations simply and bluntly. These are manifestations of a mental illness, most often diagnosed as schizophrenia. It is convenient in that everything strange about the symptoms that the doctors do not understand can be dumped into it. Moreover, medicine knows almost nothing about the causes and mechanisms of schizophrenia. Treatment is done at random. Most often, through heavy psychotropic drugs, the patient’s consciousness is “submerged” to such an extent that the symptoms are smoothed out or stopped. But to live that way is impossible. Doctors still miss an important point: the patient’s consciousness can remain full, not damaged, something just bothers him, creating various hallucinations. As far as I understand, research in this area is currently not conducted, almost all work remains in the field of classification of symptoms and "treatment" at random. Psychiatry as a whole is the most backward area of medicine, which still remains largely in the concepts of the Middle Ages, operating with bare guesses and leaving everything to the opinion of the attending physician. There are no reliable laboratory methods for determining schizophrenia as a disease, this is done by a psychiatrist, focusing only on the similarity of symptoms, that is, by "aiming at the boot". Such an attitude, devoid of scientific methods, gave rise to a whole protest movement called "antipsychiatry".

In 2007, to my surprise, I noticed a lot of strange manifestations in the reality surrounding me. All the walls of the metro station suddenly became scratched with strange patterns. These were not obscene inscriptions, as you might expect. Strange characters, formulas, inscriptions in an incomprehensible language without meaning, drawings of some robots, circles, drawn into sectors. The same drawings appeared on the train windows. Something happened in 2007, some kind of mass insanity. Which may indicate a coordinated nature of such actions. I already knew then that this was a war, but I did not understand who was fighting with whom. Now these drawings have been mostly removed by polishing, and the glasses have been replaced. There were many unusual plots in computer games, with elements of what I saw in my “revelation” about another planet: in a provincial town, soldiers suddenly appear who do not understand anything and shoot at all. Own armed forces are unexpectedly very weak and can’t fight back, and in general often come across those who are armed and equipped exactly like their own, and look almost identical, but for some reason they are fighting for the enemy. Suddenly, once, an atomic explosion, and no one understands why this happened. Typical events for the "other planet", which I was shown during the "revelation". Back in 2007, strange feature films were released, as if shot by crazy people, telling the story about what it was.

In 2008, my co-workers attacked me in concert. One of them, with whom I had been friends, suddenly stated that I had to work for him for free. I naturally refused, and he began to take revenge. He began to persuade others against me. It was unexpected and seemed unmotivated. I went with this to my boss, but he surprised me by doing everything so that I would obey this type, although he was without a senior position and generally from another department. Having received a clear refusal from me, the boss tried to issue an order about it, for which he was removed from office the next day because he managed to violate labor laws. This was the first "kamikaze", which paid with his position to do a dirty trick to me personally. Before that, he seemed sweet and sympathetic, with a gentle character, and many would consider such behavior quite illogical. After that, they repeatedly tried to arrange sabotage and wrecking acts against me, until I found those who do this. They turned out to be my colleagues. Why they needed this remained a mystery, but since then I have been surrounded by cautious hostility from those whom I had previously considered almost my friends. Now nothing surprises me.

After the end of the fantastic story of revelation, for a long time, two years, the symptoms of auditory hallucinations continued. As a result, there was a partial dissociation of my personality, which was divided into three incomplete personalities, two of which work in one bundle, this is me, and the third is completely independent, and basically it interferes. It is felt on the right and behind, as if a separate person were sitting. Sometimes he expresses his opinion and even resentment, but can never tell definitely what is happening and does not answer direct questions. As I understand it, it is a partially rational executive element of a part of a person’s consciousness that is completely inaccessible to him. It is he who "palm off on ideas". A patient with schizophrenia sometimes argues with him, as with someone who is nearby. There is also a symptom of "someone steals thoughts", in fact, this element simply interrupts the train of thought, getting in with its idea, and the thought is lost. If you wait, then the lost thought most often comes back from memory after some time. Surprisingly, it never occurred to psychiatrists that hallucinations and other symptoms in patients with schizophrenia and other mental illnesses are generated by completely independent elements of consciousness, but do not seem to the patient at all, being his sick fantasies! Simply put, "voices in the head" is really someone’s conversation, not a pure illusion or fantasy! It is not the curiosity of psychiatrists that sometimes simply amazes the imagination. For years, they recorded and classified, diagnosed, but no one made any conclusions about the nature of these symptoms. "The head is a dark subject and cannot be treated". So I decided to forget about what happened to me, as it was some kind of technical failure. They showed me something wrong, and I did not understand what it was.

During this period, I realized that in order to win a woman, you need a "gentleman's set", that is, money, my own apartment, or at least a car. Otherwise, even a mistress will not be interested, so I could not find anyone. Before that, I had never been interested in driving, it seemed to me unsafe, and the topic itself was not interesting. Therefore, I decided to study a seriously new programming language for me, pass exams, and get another job. Surprisingly, it turned out to be difficult to accomplish. My cognitive abilities suffered after the "revelation" session, and the material was very poorly remembered. In addition, he seemed very boring, abstruse and it turned out to be unusually many. But I stubbornly continued to study, already hoping to simply study all of this and become independent of labor market fluctuations. As a result, I noticed that the discussions in my head about the story that I had been told for three years began to be intrusive. Moreover, sometimes this "third person" behaved like a passenger displeased with everything in a car. He twitched, as if trying to dodge something, and even "tried to get up and leave". Of course, he could not leave, he was firmly fixed in me, but was designated as part of my body. Sometimes it looked like a "furious hat" on my head, or a "furious cape" on my back. Doctors attribute this to senestopathies, that is, sensations on the skin that are always declared by the same symptoms of the disease, and what causes them is not interesting to them.

In 2011, I started having unexpected problems with urinating. Urine poured in huge quantities, I constantly wanted to go to the toilet. I was tormented by the syndrome of incomplete emptying of the bladder, sometimes I just couldn’t get to work. It seems that I just went to the toilet, and again I want to, and pouring in liters. I was amazed at the amount of liquid pouring out of me, I was constantly thirsty. Doctors diagnosed me with prostatitis and began to treat. The treatment did not give any results, as a result, they began to shrug. I had to be treated myself. By constantly douching a decoction of herbs and antiseptics into the urinary tract, it was possible to reduce the desire to run to the toilet. I also gradually learned to completely empty the bladder, draining the remaining urine, although it was quite difficult and painful. Medicine, as always, helped me nothing.

As a result, I began to feel bad, to feel very tired, having difficulty learning new material. I began to go to neuropathologists in various paid clinics, trying to find the reason. I did not trust psychiatrists, and I do not trust to this day. Something was wrong with them, those whom I visited by necessity during the early problems looked strange. Neurologists did not attach the symptoms that I described to serious significance. I was diagnosed with osteochondrosis, although they sent me to do tests. But in the end they prescribed a soothing and ointment for the neck. Naturally, this did not help me. Symptoms only worsened. In addition, it seemed to me that my “neighbors” did not like that I was studying programming, and they made noise again. And then the moment came when they gave me all kinds of illusions that they play the pipes, whistle, rattle, shout. Like in the Middle Ages. It was very hard. I did not understand then that this was the third military attack, and felt that I still had obvious schizophrenia. And I have to put up with it. And all that was with me before this, a failure in the subconscious, caused by the disease. The subconscious is simply more complex than scientists think.

The most difficult moment came in the fall of 2012. I went to the sanatorium, where I had a good rest, went through a series of procedures for the restoration of the nervous system, but in October I felt very bad. It was unbearably hard. At the same time, I often heard during monotonous sounds, for example, buzzing, as if classical music was playing somewhere or the arias from the opera were singing in a monotonous male voice. But I did not find the source, it was worth changing my location, and the singing stopped. I went to the doctor and they gave me a sick leave, pointing my head at the MRI. The doctor then again did not find anything serious, but I was getting worse. Problems were localized in the upper part of the right occipital region of the head. It felt like there was not enough air, it was impossible to breathe. An ambulance was called. An ambulance brought me to the hospital and left. Doctors in the admission department examined me, but found nothing significant, in their opinion, and sent me home, advising me not to turn my head. Despite my complaints that I feel very bad. They argued that there were no seats, although the ambulance dispatcher said that there were places, and even a few. I barely reached back, I thought that I would die at night. Fortunately, I survived, but it was very bad. Gradually I was released, I came to my senses, I went to another doctor, and he was struck by the fact that other doctors before him did not find obvious symptoms of a serious illness, chronic cerebrovascular insufficiency. Moreover, such a conclusion was not difficult to draw directly from the results of early diagnosis, it was practically written in an explicit form! But many doctors now do not know how! They put something typical, for example, osteochondrosis or prostatitis, and you go with it. As I understand it, I had a severe attack, almost a stroke, and I miraculously survived. Then I was ill for almost a year and a half, I was recovering slowly. I went to work, but half a year for a part-time week. Treatment typically did not produce results, it turned out that medicine in this case has no real solutions, almost all drugs with an unconfirmed effect. Nothing helped me. It turned out that in this case, doctors fundamentally refuse the patient. Neither sick leave nor disability can give him. And you deal with it yourself, as you want. Typically, the doctor does not listen to the patient at all, but treats only according to the results of the diagnosis and in his opinion. Many are under the illusion that our medicine is powerful and will cope with any problem, and it is almost unable to do anything, ineptly miss any dangerous disease, and then can not help in a threatening situation. The salvation of a drowning man, the work of himself. It became clear that a prolonged stay in a state of "revelation", as well as communication with "spirits", causes a chronic lack of cerebral circulation, most likely due to an overload of auxiliary appendages that form it, which can be dangerous to health. Naturally, nothing was written about this anywhere.

After this difficult moment, all the symptoms of a mental disorder practically disappeared. There were no more voices, no images in the mind, no movement of the skin on the head. The calm period lasted eight years, which refuted the diagnosis of schizophrenia. In severe schizophrenia, an increase in symptoms is observed, the symptoms do not stop, the patient's personality degrades, interests are narrowed. On the contrary, I observed only an expansion of interests, this time I lived a more or less full life. Hobbies both were, and remained. For some time after the completion of the work of the "internal TV", which showed "shots from another planet", in the right eye, that is, in the visual center, in the part that corresponds to the right eye, the feeling of an "inserted tube" remained rather unpleasant, then it passed.

During this period, he was actively thinking about what it was all about. The very first thing that came to mind was that it was all a built-in soldier. Since he just lied to me and did me bad. A rather reasonable-looking idea that you can simply embed a soldier in a subordinate form, and he will not let the slaves attack the masters. But the nature of the observation of all manifestations is not consistent with this possibility. A soldier would put forward conditions, and a concrete image of the owner, which could not be attacked, would be laid. I have not recorded anything like this. On the contrary, this individual in the head seems to act the opposite of what is necessary in this case, fighting those who could just become a friend and ally of the owners themselves, and pushing them back, but pushing forward dumb and aggressive personalities. It turns out "the policeman is the other way around". So you can only achieve that hordes of stupid freaks will kill these masters, and that’s all. I also understood from the analysis of archaeological finds that no evidence of the presence of developed civilizations here, especially alien ones, was found on Earth. Who was to be guarded by this soldier? The hypothesis was not confirmed, then I therefore abandoned the idea of the military nature of this rudiment. But then what is it? I went through many different other hypotheses, in particular, the crossing of different species of our distant ancestors of hominids, some of which may have been made artificially by aliens. And this led to the appearance of a hybrid in which the remains of the built-in guard of the owners, which is not suitable for humans, have been preserved. Or the fact that something ready was inserted into a person, for example, so that the Cro-Magnon did not die out. And in this rudiment, by mistake, a military branch of thinking remained, which can sometimes be activated accidentally. But this does not explain everything that happened to me, the complex nature of the story presented to me. Why put it in? For what?

As a result, I began to believe that the “alien history” is something like a service program that works in the event of a serious failure among this multicomponent rudiment. A person thinks they are being told about another world, and this is a kind of debugging mode. And all this as a result of civilian purposes, was intended to give civilization to man, but it regularly does not work correctly for some reason. And all that was with me was a tragic mistake. I began to understand the theory of evolution, and I saw many obvious gaps. From the point of view of ordinary logic, there were no ways to explain some points. It confused me, I began to think that evolution was driven by the built-in biological mechanism, which was hooked at the beginning of evolution. A new transformation, for example, idio-adaptation, was prepared in advance by this robot, and he forced the creature to realize them. For example, he made the bird learn to fly or move the eyes of the flounder on one side. It turned out a kind of "intelligent design" inside. But the doctor of biological sciences, with whom I corresponded at one time, dissuaded me, explaining that my point of view is called "spontaneous Lamarckism", and it was proved that this mechanism is not in DNA. In the end, I came to the conclusion that all this, with which I came across, is just a sexual instinct. It is simply very complicated, especially for a man, because a woman has evolved so that most often she does not want to have children, therefore she does not want sex. And to achieve reciprocity from her has become an increasingly difficult task for a man. Therefore, the sexual instinct became more and more complex. So he leads the unfortunate man to the woman, forcing her to seek in any way. And the story told is just a fantasy in a relatively reasonable area of sexual instinct, created from nothing to do. And in general, all this could happen to me because I have a chronic lack of cerebral circulation, or a latent form of mental illness.

In 2017, I suddenly began a severe exacerbation of irritable bowel syndrome. Of course, I myself was guilty in many respects, but noted that before this strange way I wanted exactly what I was not allowed to. For example, drink a solution from a jar of pickled cucumbers. And I really wanted to a state of drug addiction. Naturally, the exacerbation began, but I did not expect that it would be so strong. There were such severe pains that I did not sleep at night. And nothing helped, neither the usual pills that I had previously taken, nor the strictest diet. It is very typical for many of my chronic diseases that the exacerbation started unexpectedly, at the time of feeling full health, it was very strong, and then the disease became stubborn, did not want to go away. My trip to the doctors ended in testing for eight months. I passed a lot of tests for everything, and went through several expensive examinations. But the doctors did not find anything serious. Again! And I realized that once again the doctors were ready to carry out diagnostics ad infinitum, but they did not know how to treat at all. It turned out that every time I knew more about this disease than a doctor, and even more than a PhD! As a result, I was tired of it, and I took up the treatment myself. As always. I myself developed a treatment methodology, and in 2019, improvements finally began. There was an opportunity to live more or less normally. But in the end, I realized that for eight years I had been ill for five years with chronic diseases of an incomprehensible nature. A difficult and gloomy period, it is not clear then why it is so established.

In 2020, I decided to write a book. I have long wanted, one might say, this is a dream of my childhood and youth. It should have turned out an adventure tale, with humor, unexpected plot twists, kind, with a good happy ending. At the same time, it is quite voluminous in concept. And at first everything went very well. For the first time, I applied new techniques when writing, borrowed from programming. Suddenly, I realized that I could write the final part, I came up with it entirely. I started to do it, and there, in particular, I had planned the happy love of the protagonist and the wedding. Therefore, I painted the images of several women in the biography of the protagonist. Artistically. With some acceptable amount of intimate scenes. Without attaching much importance to this, I thought it was a secondary plot move, just created for a happy ending. Suddenly, I noticed that my "fellow traveler", who until now had not shown himself at all, began to express dissatisfaction. All the time he tried to focus my attention on this part of the plot, although by that time I was thinking about the rest, and made outlines there. Moreover, in the mornings all the heroines invented by me came to visit him, and he personally kissed them all. But this saddened me a little, in the end, it helped the imagery of implementation. Then something happened, as if a stream of sexuality poured into consciousness, accompanied, oddly enough, by a weakening of the erection. I thought that age, after all, did not attach any importance to this. I decided to turn it into creativity. Then something strange began. My "fellow traveler" made a tantrum that in my youth there was nothing like this, and at that time everything had to be done to get women. To which I reasonably objected to him that he should have come with this then, and now it’s too late. Then, in my 20s, he was silent like a fish. It was painful, lonely, bitter, hopeless. But no one ever forced me to explicitly run after the girls. Like this: go and get what is right. As a result, I had a debriefing of my youth period, I admitted that I had made a number of irreparable mistakes, but then I just did not realize the complexity of the situation, and that I needed to act quickly. And there was no one to tell me. As a result, the onset of depression receded, and I decided to continue working on the book, in the part where the girls are not mentioned at all.

Then the strange phenomena began. At first I started to wake up very early, did not get enough sleep. There was no way to force myself to sleep. This, of course, prevented me from writing a book, and for a while I stopped work, limiting myself to the outline of what I came up with for the future. I bought a sedative and gradually leveled off my sleep, realizing that this situation is harmful to my health. But someone was trying hard to return me to the thought of women. As a result, out of principle, I stopped thinking about them. I didn’t think, that's all! About anything, but not about women. This led to unexpected consequences. There was activity when the "fellow traveler" began to behave strangely, as if they, the "spirits" had hidden plans for me there, but he refused to talk about them. I began to suspect that they were again trying to make me fall in love with a woman, and again unhappily falling in love, which would be completely stupid in this situation. For the first time in 2003, this was unexpected, and I still believed in the possibility of a fluke. But in my 50+ it's funny to think so. Moreover, ladies of my age did not cause any thoughts about love for a long time, the age when it was still possible was long over. Realizing that this number will not work with me, the fellow traveler began to behave completely incomprehensibly. He seemed to be about to sneeze for a long time, then finally got ready ... and went nuts! An indescribable feeling when someone is crazy next to your mind! Sometimes there was such a powerful madness that I realized that somewhere, somewhere in the depths of the right hemisphere, there was a complete cessation of consciousness. And so almost every day. But I myself was relatively normal! Consciousness was fully functional, only occasionally there was a whistle on the right in the head, and again the "furious hat". But this time, no hallucinations, neither auditory nor visual pseudo-hallucinations. Only unpleasant sensations under the skin, as if someone was crawling there..

I didn’t understand anything at first, I thought that this was an infuriated sexual instinct. But pretty quickly it became clear that with a woman and with sexual arousal, this is practically not connected. Then, in the middle of the night, regular monotonous sounds began, as if someone was arranging East Slavic dances. An imitation of singing in a monotonous male voice, reminiscent of a mournful aria. Or even a melody reminiscent of folk. Or gospel. Sometimes a howl resembling the sound of a diving bomber from the Second World War. Luftwaffe, not otherwise! I used to believe that this was due to diseased cerebral vessels. It turned out, no. Very much disturbed to sleep. Then I had a vivid dream, where someone invisible said that he would help me and turned off the sound of the speaker. From that moment, the night dances temporarily stopped, and the melodies became much quieter. As I understand it, the service program has worked.

But during the day the attacks of the fellow "traveler's" insanity continued, capturing more and more sensible brain areas that were not involved in the main activity of my consciousness. It interfered of course, rather, like pressure on the head, on the right ear, and very weak covering headaches. Most likely, these were spasms in the right hemisphere caused by insanity there. But at the same time, the full realization that a mental patient is beating in a fit with me in a seizure, and in a state of rage, even saliva flows from my mouth. But his thoughts, emotions, which he experiences, I have never realized. Most of all, this condition was reminiscent of explosions on an enemy submarine, when it is felt that something is happening somewhere in the depths, and sometimes shock waves even reach, but almost nothing is evident on the surface.

It became clear that all this happens when I sit down to work or think about something for the future, make plans. Someone seems to hate that I am inventing something, composing something, I have my own plans, and he interferes with this in every way, being in the same head. I finally stopped getting sick, and began to do something, and with pleasure, how dare I! Oh, I am! Dared to be healthy and happy. Finally came an understanding of what it is. An ordinary, completely ordinary combat robot, built into the right hemisphere of the brain. There is nothing particularly mysterious about him. He's just partially intelligent. A completely understandable genetic enemy of man, the opposite of him in everything. It interferes in all ways, and, in fact, does nothing else. Moreover, it is very noticeable how, having tried all the methods to stop me, he simply began to fight with everything that is still available to him. He tries one method, does not work, another does not work, the third does not impress me either, then he waits for a while, as if he is thinking about what to do next. And again in a circle. But each time is a little different, and this is the least like hallucinations. Now that all this husk of misinformation and beautiful lies he has ended, he did not find anything smarter than to stupidly attack me and fight in silence! This is not surprising, as every gopnik did every time when he ran out of arguments. Before starting to fight stupidly, he twice asked me to surrender, to bow to it is not clear to whom. But there's no one right in front of me! Perhaps it is somewhere rigidly embedded in him, a mode of obedience to the ruler, but here he is not, this ruler! By this he reminded me of some birds, for example, an owl, which at the moment when it was noticed, begins to bow. Tired of fighting and from his constant madness, he rests. See, you see. Then he again enters the ring and fights. It became clear that he was absolutely stupid. And so stupid that he does not understand that he is fighting with himself and damaging his health. This behavior is typical of a combat mechanism. Only the dumbest creatures will fight their bodies!

It also became clear that he had been fighting with me all his life. And over the years, he simply struggled with my body, making it weaker, causing various diseases that were very difficult to cure. Therefore, all my life I was weak, short-sighted, frail, overly cautious, I never had the strength to start doing something, it was difficult to run and generally play sports. He suffered from various chronic illnesses, amorousness, excessive sexuality. And I did not understand this. But it turns out that I was beaten from the inside by a stupid combat mechanism. Unhappy love in 2003 is just his military strike, nothing more. He also drove all kinds of idiots to me, in endless crowds, so that they would stupidly interfere with me. Including my parents, whom I made soldiers of this undeclared war. He bombarded me all the time with a huge amount of unnecessary work, which was invented by the next smug donkey. It prevented me from advancing in my career, interfered in my personal life, rightly say - it interfered with everything. Therefore, as I understand it, neither women, nor bosses, friends, never appreciated me, they seemed to bypass me, not giving me the right to even compete with someone on equal terms. That is why I have had “stripes” all my life, he struck, I was treated or recovering, then he struck a new blow. That’s the whole mystery of millennia. People believe that immortality, eternal life, universal love awaits them, and this turns out to be an extremely stupid genetic enemy that hates everyone who is at least a little smart. Typically for this situation - “friends” at the beginning of the journey, in the end it turns out that this is a stupid fighting machine and enemy soldiers, a war. What nonsense, right? Well, there’s nothing special about this?

All my life I struggled with an infinite desire to have sex. I remember that in my youth I was bored, as soon as I wanted to sit down to write a book, I immediately had an urgent desire for sex. All the time I sincerely envied those who are not very burdened by this constant lust. It turned out to be a genetic enemy! Absolutely dumb. And now it happened, as soon as I started to write a book, he was trying to shove thoughts of sex into me, and on a grand scale, because I know about it and don’t react. I can't write stories! And I can’t invent something either! I have to go and have sex. Moreover, with whom, this is my problem. I have to replace my dreams of a profession with dreams of sex. And implement them yourself. Now I understand why the spirit told me in 2003 "this is a gift" about my unhappy love. Because it was supposed to be a gift, in return for everything that I dreamed about in life, I would be given sex. The problem is that he killed the sex himself. Women did not need sex. But the enemy is so dumb that it does not understand. He does not seem to understand anything at all. He doesn’t understand that a woman is needed for sex. That there is age and other problems. A dumb fighting vehicle that has been bothering me all my life. The one who made it was not even puzzled by the simple thing: to make it consistent with himself. If you are replacing a person’s thoughts with thoughts about sex, at least make sex real! But no. This stupid enemy makes it so that a man has everything in his body and character to make it uninteresting for women, but there is an obsessive desire, an overvalued idea to get sex, and the enemy only knocks on it unsuccessfully. As a result, a person does not get anything, but what was supposed to be a gift turns into a tragedy.

Realizing somehow that thoughts of women would not interest me, he tried to stop me from thinking, as if he wanted to stop all my thoughts altogether. So that I don’t think about anything at all. Unpleasant sensations, of course. But it lasts for a maximum of half an hour. Then he once, and falls off. Silently. And in my thoughts it becomes clear, but slight pains are felt in different places on the right side of the head. Least of all is it reminiscent of a typical mental disorder.

It finally became clear why this was built in. The alien masters of our planet themselves did not live here. They did not want civilization on Earth to develop and become cosmic. They were just having fun here. Maybe they had a base on the moon, there were some mysterious traces of buildings. Recent flashes on the moon and visits to "flying saucers" were often recorded in the middle of the 20th century, now there are very few of them. Most likely, the civilization of the owners died of their vileness, leaving us a dumb military mechanism built by them from fear, which impedes any attempt to build a civilization and live happily. This mechanism is actually just a stupid small animal, but genetically modified to complete insanity, in order to fight everything that humanity likes and that it considers good for itself. For people like me, everything is simple. I should never have achieved what I most wanted. No matter what. But because. This is the highest pleasure for a primitive mentally ill sadist. You have no right to anything, so he decided.

Moreover, it is a mistake to believe that "spirits" is something small. This genetic enemy is huge! Most likely, it occupies the entire right hemisphere of the brain. Presumably consists of a number of modules sequentially planted on a single nerve channel. This is their "axis". Most likely, the mechanism controls through this channel, making the modules hurt, threatening their consciousness or, conversely, creating pleasant sensations. When he fights them with a person, the modules go crazy. The stupid mechanism most likely begins to work most actively from the age of 30-35, after the "midlife crisis" in men and the "Balzac age" in women, causing gradual degradation of thinking, and hidden mental disorders of certain types. For example, people start to think that bad is good, dangerous is harmless, etc. Nobody suits him, he fights with everyone, just uses the degree of their degradation in different ways. Therefore, civilization of earthlings does not add up all the time.

There is no complete certainty, but it is likely that the most actively described mechanism works for those who have been fond of space research and flights since childhood. It was so with me. It is possible that a special “space” trap module is built in to isolate such “enemies”. As a child, I felt an almost religious feeling, thinking about the depths of space, and how starships fly there. It was akin to ecstasy. Then, at my student age, it disappeared, giving way to increased sexuality. If a person is actively interested in a trap that forms his dreams of long-distance space flights, then it turns on the genetic enemy for the most active mode of operation. For example, the founder of astronautics Konstantin Eduardovich Tsiolkovsky also had this. At a later age, he suffered from schizophrenia, often gave out strange ideas, and claimed to be in contact with "etheric entities".

There is a reasonable suspicion that a reasonable part of the enemy lives in its own, fictional world, in virtual reality created by the program. Therefore, he receives his pleasures from life, not the same as man. He cannot be an ally or friend; for him, his personal world is more important. In fact, this is a "parallel" civilization, unknown to us, existing by itself, in its own world, and for us, in fact, building only obstacles in development.

I guess why the "fellow traveler" eventually went crazy. Human consciousness is tertiary, and is built by the coincidence of three. If the "third" does not coincide with the other two at all, the service module is turned on, which is trying to correct the situation. If the fix fails, then the "third" just comes to a complete standstill and eventually goes crazy. Since I know about his existence in my head, as a separate person, he can no longer deceive me with impunity. But he needs to complete the task, to harm me in every way. In this, he completely fell out of the surrounding reality. Therefore, silently went crazy and he has nothing to say. When he tries to think something of his own, he noticeably interferes with his state of insanity, but quickly gets tired.

As a result, it became clear that the enemy was pushing me this time. I had to realize that I was already over 50 years old, I was too old for young girls, and cry about this. And that's all. Dumb hate from a sadistic genetic enemy. But as it turned out, the control mechanism overworked in due time, because it fought with its own body, and died in 2012 from a lack of cerebral circulation. Therefore, for eight years he did nothing. And he came to life again, but for a long time he was not enough. He again fought, received a return from the body, very much chickened, so he trembled for hours. I felt this trembling, as if riding a village tractor. It feels like he is a brain fragment of a genetically modified monkey, some kind of macaque, but in fact it is the mind of an insect. Horsefly, nothing more. When it falls off, it makes sounds in the head such as rustling or chirping. The rest of his partially reasonable details this time behaved like real clowns, so I laughed heartily. Then they, too, were chickened when their chief surrendered. It felt like some rat tried to escape from his head, but nowhere. The other rat, from behind, twitched, desperately trying to take such a position so as not to go crazy again, but in vain. So this mechanism is quite possible to defeat, no need to be cowardly, that’s all. It is designed for the fact that a person does not know him, and he quietly harms. In the event of a direct collision, it is much weaker.

Most likely, the enemy at one time realized that in my youth I had big problems with girls, nothing worked, I was very worried about this. And he clung to this idea, with which he banged on me all his life. Now, now you need to achieve a beautiful girl, when you are already over 50 years old. And cry because of this. At the same time, he mentally showed me the dial, in which the hand goes back. All this would be correct if it were not a fundamentally impossible task. It is characteristic that he never bothered me so that I would succeed in work, career, realize some of my youthful dreams, for example, write a book. Only with what I can’t do at all. And when it started to work out, he was stopping me from doing this. So, I understand, overvalued ideas for life are being formed. A man spends a lot of time and effort to achieve some unnecessary nonsense, for example, beautiful female legs in black tights. I remember in the army often liked to repeat: "it doesn’t matter what the soldier is busy with, just to be tired". As I understand it, this is the whole point of such "conducting". They always lead to a dead end, except when it is convenient for an invisible war.

There was a suspicion why such a strange ending to this event occurred. All this together resembled repentance before some higher being. First I had to bow to him, then I should have tears of tenderness in front of him. As a result, an imitation of all this came, apparently, the worship of a higher being is tightly sewn into a "fellow traveler", as well as an act of repentance. The problem is that I did not see a higher being in front of myself at this moment. And I especially have nothing to repent of. Moreover, this coincided with the manifestation that in order to receive the gift promised in 2003, I had to somehow return the time back in an unknown way. Otherwise, the enemy does not know how. Therefore, it turned out that I should cry, because already by virtue of my age I can’t get love from a beautiful girl. As a result, a complete impasse of the idiotic mechanism, completely divorced from reality. Perhaps that is why he fought with me because he was fatally mistaken and then did not coincide with anything.

Very interesting are some dreams that are repeated once in a while. For example, the fact that I was again drafted into the army, despite the fact that I served. Or even more characteristic: that someone is attacking. This someone is himself invisible, but people on the street see signs in the sky, for example, a luminous dial against the background of the moon, and understand that you need to hide. When you hide, it starts to grab you and lift you up to the ceiling. Dreams are bright, colorful. I guess that someone so warns the "spirits" that they will be used, but these warnings are irregular and are unlikely to help.

I also understood what happened to me after 2003. The genetic enemy performed the task, it was catastrophically mistaken, then the service program turned on with a lie, it did not work, and he was fixated on the task. He begins to carry it out, discovers that the person is not involved in this, and in every possible way tries to attract his attention. Realizing that nothing helps, he starts again. And so on to infinity, until he dies. At the same time, he is now fulfilling an empty space, because his reasonable part in 2012 I died. And he won’t come up with anything for me. Typical symptoms of a mental disorder may occur, it will seem that someone is to blame, an execution is being prepared. In fact, none of this happens. This is familiar to psychiatrists, but in this case, the person himself is not involved in this, and perceives what is happening as secondary problems somewhere in the inaccessible part of the head, parallel to his consciousness. In fact, this enemy simply prevents me from working in various ways, which he did from the very beginning. This is what typically happens to those who have experienced “revelation from above.” The service module could not rectify the situation, and the mechanism works in vain, in a circle, destroying its elements. Until he dies, while creating a threat to human health and life. Then it can come to life again, because the body restores it, and begins to interfere again, working in an endless circle of the same. It seems that there is something beautiful and interesting in it, in fact it is all extremely disgusting. The limit of immorality of the creator of the genetic enemy is to create desires and at the same time interfere with their fulfillment. Get the joy of meanness and die with it. This bottom cannot be pierced.

As the story unfolded, the biorobot eventually transformed first into an enemy who rabidly hated being discovered, screaming and fighting. Then into the dirty madman he had been from the very beginning, though this was obscured by the functioning of the rest of the right hemisphere of the brain.

Then the relationship with the enemy escalated into a full-blown fight. The astral double threatened, was rude, tried to hurt me, interfered with my eating, reading, writing, talking, and even swallowing. During its active phase, it also exacerbated the symptoms of chronic illnesses that had grown with it. Then it completely went mad. It turned out its consciousness was controlled by a stupid dog, which had simply gone mad because it couldn't harm me. This continued for almost three years, with the enemy's symptoms of insanity growing. Towards the end, I resorted to rapidly mentally rotating objects in the right side of my head. With maximum effort. For example, bicycle pedals. This method proved effective and allowed me to achieve a turning point. But the biorobot was determined to achieve only one outcome: its own victory. So the fight essentially escalated into full-blown military action, with extreme efforts to inflict harm on each other.

As I think, initially it was a robot of the evolution of the species, which made you try, learn and be cultured. Rudiments of this remained. Then he was remade into a combat bio-robot of the built-in occupation, which ruthlessly destroys potentially dangerous peoples from the inside, so that it seems imperceptible to them. As a result of such a step of evolution, such peoples are often destroyed along with the population. It is very difficult to fight this biorobot, it is absolutely brainless and repeats the same attempts 100500 times to get a person to make a critical mistake. So he destroyed almost all the achievements of our past and all normal relations, replacing them with criminal concepts. At the same time, the destroyed are sincerely sure that everything in their life happens for natural reasons, the mechanism makes them think so. It is difficult to find a more motivated and ideological enemy! This is a military bastard, originally intended to fight civilians. He does not understand any conscience, morality and morality, while he only lies. It is impossible to force it to stop working, it can only be completely destroyed.

It became clear that the biorobot's overall behavior most closely resembles that of a guard dog, possessing partial sentient elements of consciousness reminiscent of humans. This is often misleading. The dog is otherwise very stupid and vicious. Therefore, it can be impossible to escape from a simple traumatic situation. This is how the biorobot fights. The biorobot is composite; at the top, closer to the back of the right hemisphere, a stupid chicken is embedded in its consciousness; it hates everyone because it is designed as a mechanical genetic enemy of the human species. Behind the right hemisphere, the executive module, essentially a stupid lapdog, is designed to force the person to perform these actions of extreme hatred towards people. The lapdog often goes crazy because it can't get its way and begins to stupidly fight. It hurts inside. This is how schizophrenia begins.

In all this, what surprised me most were the sharp changes, when things suddenly became bad against the background of external well-being. For example, the birth collapse of 1987, which I mentioned at the beginning of this chapter, came unexpectedly after the birth peak. I did not understand how this could happen? There is an assumption that this is the work of a built-in genetic military liquidator. The mechanism switches to it when it cannot normally complete the implementation of its military task. This means that everyone must be finished off. These are the consequences of that war on another planet, fragments of which we managed to spy on. It ended with the complete destruction of the population and the disabling of all devices that transmitted biological codes of species evolution here. That is why we have such a strange end to the built-in invisible war here. In history, humanity has stumbled upon this many times, and suffered a catastrophe, without understanding what it was. And in general, very similar events have occurred.

So in 1987, a liquidator worked in the USSR, which led to the death of the state from internal causes. It simply fell apart and the authorities fled. But most enterprises were still operating, and the main government structures too. In 1991, the government changed. At the same time, there was a clear desire for change. But women categorically did not want relationships with men. That very severe birth rate collapse occurred. In 2022, a largely similar situation developed, when by all indications women again refused men, and in sex too. And everywhere, in all more or less developed countries. This is clear from the change in the content of films and videos, eroticism, the theme of love and relationships with women disappeared.

I have a reasonable assumption that in both cases this is the work of the built-in liquidator of the human species. It leads to impassable dead ends in relationships and ends with the disappearance of the entire nation that fell under it. The liquidator worked for the first time in the 1980s, after the collapse of the 1970s, which this mechanism created. But the collapse was not so obvious then. The mechanism became a thief in relation to the generations of the 1960s and is guilty, they reached the age of inability to start relationships with young women, about whom this same mechanism made them dream, without achieving anything. When it is impossible to imagine in your head the dreams of relationships between men and women and women with men that are necessary for the mechanism to work, it switches to the liquidator branch, which completely finishes them off. For everyone who participated in this. Also now, after the failures in relationships of the 2000s, men in developed countries of the world simply cannot imagine how to communicate normally and start love relationships with women. In this case, the liquidator works. It causes the majority of the population to go crazy, and normal relationships between people become impossible.

In the 1990s, after the collapse of the USSR, there was a decline in the economy and birth rate. An influx of migrants from peripheral regions to megacities began. This improved the situation for a short time. But then the collapse began again, caused by the work of this mechanism. Normal relations with women did not develop among the intelligentsia and the working class, and those who came from the periphery were mostly dishonest people who were engaged in trade, not production. As a result, the collapse occurred again and the liquidator worked. But this time in Russia in the 2020s there is not even a hint of progressive sentiments and a desire to rebuild this country. Everyone is already tired of it. This is how the collapse into the backward countries of the third world begins.

In the United States, during this period, slightly different events took place, but generally similar. The US economy was fueled by immigrants from other countries for a long time. At first, there was progress, when active people arrived. But then, after the 1980s, people began to go there for an easy life, not to work. Not the same people as before. The white population did not have relationships with white women and did not have children from them. Many beautiful white women in the United States, Canada, Europe, Russia became prostitutes and kept women. As a result, men in the United States married black, Filipino, Mexican women. But their children, due to genetics, no longer had the same level of intelligence and desire to work as previous generations. This led to an economic decline and a decline in the intellectual level of the majority of the US population, which many noted. Already now, in the 2020s, the US economy resembles the economy of Brazil, almost all goods are imported, and there are few domestic manufacturing companies left. The result is obvious. They should go in the same direction.

There is an assumption how this happened. This military gear was completely imported from another planet. Therefore, it contains a section of consciousness that is not used here at all. And there it was built-in military control, which is so cruel that our German fascism during Hitler's time seems like a real sanatorium. You cannot think forbidden things, only what you are allowed! Around the control devices that are built into buildings, on poles, around the planet in the form of a swarm of satellites, and they are visible to the naked eye. This rudiment is sometimes activated in the mentally ill, and doctors do not know what it is. It is believed to be fantastic delirium containing cosmic hallucinations. And of a frightening character. And this is an alien military system of relations. This rudiment betrays its alien origins when examined more closely.

It is, of course, impossible to see the world of our creators directly in your subconscious. Reasonable consciousness transforms this into pictures of our world that surrounds us. But in fantasies, dreams and daydreams, we see it in a strange way distorted. This is often reflected in computer games, films, fiction, painting, architecture, and industrial product design. Most likely, when our species Homo Sapiens was created, geneticists recorded it in the form of associations. They knew how to do it. These associations often come up in life, for example, at the moment of deja vu, when a person experiences a vivid impression of a clear recognition of something that has never happened to him. At the same time, they recorded associations with their world, which they themselves considered correct, and there were only mistakes in it. Most likely, they then fought the extinction of their species, using the method that they themselves considered correct. But in the end, they realized that this only aggravated the situation, and ran into their own mistakes. Then they most likely realized that this was something very bad. They did an artificial extinction of the species instead of correcting it, as they themselves thought. Most likely, at that time they themselves were dying out, and did not fully understand the reasons for what was happening to them.

For a long time I didn’t understand how the aliens got to this point. How can you not understand simple things! But everything is quite simple. This is the result of disgusting relationships and genetic wars between several peoples, when they quietly harmed each other for centuries and tried to win something for nothing for themselves. As a result, in a narrowing spiral, they all reached a complete genetic dead end of their own species, similar to ours, and died.

The only mystery that remains is what happened before this moment during the millions of years of life on Earth. And where did these aliens lay their developments? What was the final product? And how did it end up here?

We often have legends that life is much better in the higher worlds, close to the creators of the universe. But this story clearly shows otherwise. Worse than on the planet of our creators, nowhere can be. Even in a Nazi concentration camp during World War II, it was probably easier.

An excellent topic for scientific research that will shed light on many mysteries in the history of our planet. But reactionary modern science no longer accepts any other explanation, except that everything here happened by itself. And she will not do this.

From that moment I look around and, to be honest, I find it funny. Happy love? Happy family life? Successful career? Development of science and technology? Conquest of space? Guys, don't tell me! With this fighting mechanism in your head, this is simply impossible! It prevents everyone from living. It spoils absolutely everything! Not because he likes it, but simply because he is so arranged, to harm everything. An ordinary stupid bastard, built tightly into literally everyone.

You need to remove all this shit from your head, and immediately everything will be fine. It will be as it should be.

Of course, the most important question remains: how did all this get here from another planet? We were left with an explanation, but it is very confused and incomprehensible. As I guess, they started explaining something to us, and at that moment everything was banned. We managed to understand that at first there was a very ancient transport mechanism from planet to planet. It was built by a very highly developed civilization, possibly the third type on the Kardashev scale. Probably, this happened billions of years ago. Then our galaxy looked different. But then the stars diverged and the connections were broken. What was built to replace it was based on principles incomprehensible to humans. This something was doing the evolution of species on Earth, transmitting decisions from another planet. What it looked like, we can no longer say now.

But we know what the last human-type civilization on another planet looked like. Approximately like ours now. Houses, shops, railways, subways, cars. Houses are not as tall as ours. The built-in combat mechanism did not allow them to develop higher. They eventually reached a dead end and died. This was the biological dead end of the human species.

At the same time, those who tried to do something useful for us, themselves lived in extreme poverty and injustice. Then the total war began and they died. Now humanity is going through this moment on our planet.

After everything I learned, it became clear how it all happened on that other planet. Initially, the biorobot was built in as a pure thief. It created unrealistic illusions about the future, especially about relationships with women. Later, this quality was used for war. To continue a successful relationship, a woman usually sets a condition. The man must ensure the well-being of her future and the future of her children. This is how they tried to maintain their own economy on that other planet. Men tried to win the favor of women, create families with them, and have them bear children. But later, this, too, was used for war. A woman in such a situation doesn't wait for a man to be able to provide for her; she leaves for another man, who initially had a similar level of well-being, or simply lives with another man. In essence, she abandons the man who worked for her. And all his efforts are in vain. Remnants of the woman's old behavior remain, when, after a successful relationship, she suddenly cools off and leaves, often unexpectedly, usually surprising the man. The built-in biorobot forces her to act this way. But she doesn't set any conditions and leaves forever, and that's war. Naturally, as a consequence of the widespread paradoxical behavior described by women, men refuse to continue investing in the national economy, which is happening with the tacit consent of others, and it begins to collapse. We're seeing this now in many formerly developed countries, and we're probably surprised: what's happening to them?

Women in this situation often exhibit a paradoxical reaction and become even more unavailable, which is perhaps even more surprising. These are the actions of the biorobot, caused by the war it is waging. The man finds himself in a hopeless impasse, with virtually no choice in the woman he wants to be in a relationship with, accompanied by a veil of lies created by those around him, claiming that everyone else has such relationships. The man is tormented by the built-in biorobot with imposed unrealistic ideas and fantasies, and the belief that he is inferior to others. For a while, this maintains the level of effort invested in the economy, although enthusiasm plummets among those ultimately left without options.

But sooner or later, the truth becomes obvious to most men. They don't want to continue wasting their efforts, especially for the sake of those women who leave them for other men, while simultaneously ensuring the general welfare of the nation. And thereby supporting the standard of living of the families of women who have left them for other men, who don't understand such things. At this point, the psychology of the embedded biorobot reaches a dead end. It tries to prove that other people's families and children are just like their own, and that the child of your beloved woman by another man is a normal situation. Many have probably seen similar plots in films and TV series and wondered why the screenwriter thought so when creating this work.

This discrepancy further drives the biorobot insane and begins to interfere with the person, causing severe mental disorders. Unable to find a smarter solution, the biorobot's creators decided to force the man in this situation to seek a replacement for the lost relationship themselves, as if he were a bird or a stupid animal. Since this only worsened the situation, they ultimately implanted a liquidator branch with the mindset of a pure enemy in the man's consciousness, with the goal of preemptively incapacitating those who had suffered and could become potential enemies. This led to a complete impasse on another planet, where the biorobot simultaneously tries to force the person to continue relationships with women, often at a time when it's too late to even consider it, while actively creating obstacles in everything, even in the very actions it itself forces. After this, the person begins to actively fight the biorobot or becomes severely mentally ill, ceasing to behave adequately and perceive the situation around them realistically. This is what the biological end of the human species looks like.

It seems difficult to understand how they got so far on another planet, unable to understand simple things, when their actions will inevitably lead to a hopeless impasse from which there is no normal exit. And this is just politics. The relationship between peoples about whom we generally know little, in whose consciousness such a biorobot was implanted.

I counted three main peoples on another planet who participated in the final attempts to correct the biorobot's behavior. I believe there were also reports of some other minor peoples, but they didn't play a significant role by the final moment. It often seems as if there was a fourth people, but this is their common system of relationships, in the form of demands on the inhabitants, ingrained in their genotype.

The first people is the most recognizable, and from them we received the most information. At first, they reminded me of the USSR, a bright communist future, where everyone worked enthusiastically for the common good. In reality, they were a traitorous people, who, in critical situations, acted more like modern-day Lebanon, or even Nicaragua. They were satellites of a fascist state. Stories from the lives of these people often appear in books, films, and computer games. They resemble stories from life on our planet, but are often so different that they are surprising. These are the stories of a people who had fallen into extreme moral decline, who, at a critical moment, were unable to even defend themselves.

The Second People is mentioned, although I never saw any images of its inhabitants in my sequences. This people seemed more technologically advanced, possessing their own unusual machines and strange-looking flying machines. Therefore, the inhabitants of the Second People were called aliens. As if they were neither friends nor enemies, but something else entirely. According to indirect evidence, the inhabitants of the Second People were distinguished by their extreme deceitfulness, which manifested itself in literally everything. They were a thieving people who tried to appear friendly, but at the same time discreetly made demands on the biorobot in order to profit at the expense of others. Therefore, in politics, the First People distrusted the Second People, and the First People were forbidden from directly communicating with representatives of the Second People. The Second People surprised everyone by attempting to build a civilization in a situation that was completely unsuitable for it. Presumably, the Second People were physically and genetically different from typical humans, hence their unusual appearance. According to indirect evidence, reaching an agreement with them was extremely difficult. But they were not mortal enemies of the human race. There are reports that the Second Nation sometimes connected its inhabitants directly to computers, implanting contacts into their brains. But it's unclear whether this was done for military purposes on prisoners or, on the contrary, as an attempt to neutralize the military biorobot in the heads of victims, such as valuable specialists.

The Third People was a fascist state. It's mentioned, but who lived there is unknown. Most likely, an ancient race that considered itself superior to all others. But, in essence, they were common criminals. Some scenes from the life of the Third People have come down from another planet. There, everything was subject to a common control. The Third People dreamed of controlled states. Devices were placed everywhere that dictated the correct way to live and what to think. Naturally, in the case of the described impasse in relations between men and women, no control could properly lead them out of this extreme state. Chips were implanted in the bodies of the inhabitants of this people, but it's not entirely clear whether this was only for identification or also for coercion. Judging by their behavior before the mass death of the population, the representatives of the Third People were worse than the German fascists on Earth.

The Fourth Nation wasn't a state, but a criminal commercial organization that interacted with all the other nations and engineered the biorobot's genotype to meet its demands. As I understand it, the First Nation had stooped to allowing the organization's biological objects to be deployed on its territory. It was effectively a state within a state, selling the destinies of those subject to these demands for money. Only at a critical moment, when an accident occurred within this organization, did the First Nation attempt to understand it. Fragments of this story have reached us, and to this day, it seems to me the most repulsive of all. It is the story of a nation that has sunk to the brink of ruin, degenerated, and decay. Naturally, this organization was an appendage of other hostile states, directly transmitting them to us, attempting to somehow shape its actions into something acceptable. Thus, the situation reached a dead end from which no way out could be found. Together, they created an absolute enemy, embedded within the body of every inhabitant, and as a result, they themselves perished.

Each of these peoples, as they believed, existed on its own virtual planet, with its own rules. These planets often couldn't agree on simple things. The rest of the real planet, I assume, was dangerous to be on due to the results of their past wars, most likely also nuclear, biological, and chemical.

Don't think that among these peoples there were those who fought for us, earthlings. Although it might seem that way. Each of these peoples pursued their own goals. No one stood up for us, and everything was transmitted directly from there. If they did anything, it was only to protect their own peoples from such influence. Traitor, thief, and enemy—these are the three stellar mentors of humanity! Together, they are a disgusting, lying, vile scum.

I suspect all three of these peoples were products of the final era of intelligent life on another planet. They were designed to last a short time, after which their biorobots would predetermine their end and death. That's why such a grim end awaited the civilization on that other planet. Such people may have appeared on Earth, but they all died out, sometimes leaving behind strange structures whose purpose no one knows.

"Space radio" deserves special mention. It's unclear who was behind it or why these stories have reached us in this form. Allegedly, in another galaxy, from a black hole, and so on. Most likely, they were trying to convey in artistic form what was happening there.

Similarly, we have preserved images of the final years of a civilization on another planet before its demise. At that time, all life there was subordinated to a common control, so video cameras were everywhere, fragments from which entered our DNA. As I understand it, this is how the First and Fourth Nations exchanged information about their respective experiences. And apparently, somewhere in the Fourth Nations, someone tried to share this information with everyone else. What happened in the Fourth Nations appears as fairly high-quality black-and-white videos; sketches from the First Nations have survived. All these nations perished long ago, but images of their existence before death still live in our memories. Psychiatrists mistakenly dismiss this state as pseudo-hallucinations and fantastical delusions, without attempting to understand the nature of its origin.

The final moments of life on another planet, including nuclear and biological disasters, often find their way into movies and computer games. They often appear out of place. The scenes are frightening, terrifying, and incomprehensible, and they don't correspond to the world around us. Unfortunately, film directors and game creators seem simply unaware of this, painting scenes of apocalypse right alongside peaceful, tranquil lives.

The question of why such themes haven't appeared in art before is that they have, to some extent, but they are apparently stored in genetic memory in an associative form and are only accessible in specific situations. Moreover, they must be correlated with surrounding reality, otherwise the consciousness won't recognize them. For example, it turns out that Gehenna is a nuclear war on another planet. Meanwhile, the hellish flames that consume sinners represent the mass deaths of the population in this war.

Many renowned science fiction authors, including the renowned Strugatsky brothers, wrote their works without even realizing they were chronicling the final years, even months, of a civilization on another planet. "The Land of Crimson Clouds," "Interns," "Noon, 21st Century," "Predatory Things of the Century," "Waves Extinguish the Wind," "The Beetle in the Anthill," "The Kid," "Stalker," "Inhabited Island," "Snail on the Slope," and "Monday Begins on Saturday"—all are stories of the complete moral degradation of the first people on another planet before their agonizing death. But they also depict a peaceful period, vaguely reminiscent of the USSR in which the science fiction brothers lived.

Kir Bulychev's well-known work "Guest from the Future" is also a story from another planet. The future was represented in reality by neighboring cities and towns, from which the decisions of those who controlled it all were disseminated. And the time machine was nothing more than an amusement ride, integrated into the biorobot's mental model, common to all nations, where one could see hypothetical visions of the future based on these decisions.

The famous film "Alien" is also based on events on another planet, but it mistakenly combines two completely different stories of the encounter between the inhabitants of the First Nations and military life forms. The Nostromo is most likely a sea vessel, in whose hold a dangerous animal found its way, and it was impossible to kill it. But the creature that attacks the face and strangles, implanting embryos in the body, which then crawl out, tearing through the chest cavity, is an entirely different story from another place. Naturally, a small, dangerous parasite couldn't quickly develop into a large animal. Unfortunately, the film's director didn't understand this simple fact. There is a sequel to this film, where the settlers are looking for a place to move to and encounter military life forms. There was nowhere to escape on another planet.

In the film "Interstellar," the protagonist is on a spaceship searching for habitable planets near a giant black hole. For an astronomy buff, this is nonsense: planets near a black hole are impossible, especially brightly lit ones, like daylight on Earth, as shown in the film. Not only did the director himself not understand this simple fact, but the consultant was a theoretical physicist, and he didn't understand it either. In the terminology of "space radio," a "black hole" was a fascist state. And in real history, the protagonist was searching for an island on a ship. One of the islands found was covered in snow and ice, while the second was suitable and empty. Perhaps the protagonist ended up in a fascist state, but was released because he hadn't violated any laws. He even went to the library there. Unfortunately, rescue on that island near the "black hole" was impossible in the face of an approaching nuclear war.

The film "Return to Silent Hill" shows the last images of life on another planet, amidst biological, chemical, and nuclear warfare, that have reached us. Footage of the agonizing death of an entire population. And there's even an explanation for why this happened. But without further commentary, it's impossible to understand this explanation. The film's main character was named Maria. But when the protagonist tries to find her in the town of Silent Hill, he first encounters a strange woman named Angela, who knows him. Then a girl named Laura, who behaves strangely. And he encounters her under frightening circumstances. The town is covered in ash, and strange, naked, bald creatures run through it, vomiting. Someone dies with blisters on their bodies. Sometimes a siren blares, and the town turns into a blazing place, dangerous to walk through. And what his woman named Maria has to do with it is simply unclear. Supposedly, she's in the hospital. The protagonist then meets a woman who looks like Maria. But he doesn't believe her. He searches for the one he met. Instead, he finds himself in the labyrinths of his lover's subconscious, who was clearly mentally ill. There's a clue, too. The heroine's full name is Maria Angela Laura Crane. Clearly, she has three personalities: the first, Maria, seems unreal. The second, Angela, is a coward and can't help. And the third, Laura, appears to be a girl, but is actually a severe psychopath. This is a construction of a woman's personality, created by those three peoples. That's why the hero had such problems with Maria, which, by the way, aren't entirely clear in the film. But then it turns out that Maria is dying of cancer. What the rest of it has to do with it, then, is a question for the director. And understanding this plot, given the scenes of war on another planet, is simply impossible. Unfortunately, it seems the film's director didn't fully understand what he was filming.

As I assume, before the events described, the First People split into two peoples, and the Second People also split into two. Those who remained fled to the breakaway parts of the First and Second Peoples. That's why the footage from there is so jumbled, so difficult to decipher. The footage follows without explanation, and it's often unclear who exactly is involved, what's happening, and why. According to indirect evidence, part of the First People attempted to form a military alliance with the outcasts of the Second People, but it failed. The footage was broadcast to us from somewhere near the finish line of the First People. We see the end and death there in the film "Return to Silent Hill." "Space Radio," I suspect, emerged as a means of communicating, in allegorical form, what was happening elsewhere. Initially, it was a story about the "cosmic" adventures of someone somewhere, but it ended with a report on the agonizing death of an entire population.

This is how the peoples described perished. They seemed peaceful and even somewhat civilized, but ultimately they brutally murdered each other. And this is not surprising: these peoples were unable to reach an agreement due to the embedded biorobot, and they began fighting. We are now seeing something similar on Earth, when politicians start wars that never end despite all attempts at peace negotiations. This is the work of the embedded biorobot in liquidator mode.

When I was trying to write my book, I also thought what an interesting and fairly coherent plot it would be! Only later did I realize it was one of the last stories of "space radio" before a global catastrophe. It seemed interesting and even romantic, but in its original form, as I was able to discern from all available sources, it sounds repulsive.

At the beginning of my story, three young men in an office over beers discuss UFOs and then girls. It turns out this was also one of those "Space Radio" skits, the beginning of a whole story that, unfortunately, ended in all-out war. But I was quite surprised to realize that, in reality, a long time ago, on another planet, three young men were probably also acting out this skit over beers. Unfortunately for them, their own story soon ended tragically.

But I managed to reconstruct the events that led to the outbreak of a total war, which, as I understand it, destroyed the entire population of another planet. And all means of creating life on our planet were also destroyed. After that, no species evolution imposed from another planet occurred on Earth. Therefore, we know practically nothing about all this.

According to my estimates, the war described took place approximately 12,000 years ago, at the end of the Holocene extinction period on Earth. After all the events described above, three peoples found themselves in a deadlock with no way out. The first people obediently complied with the demands of the other two peoples, which they supposedly made possible. The fascist state worked directly, creating demands on the biorobot, including illusions for men in relationships with women. This was called the "old axis." The persistent desire for sex was triggered by an additional line-in humans, a synapse in the upper right part of the brain. It was called the "weather line," which skillfully responded to seasonal changes and created the pleasant sensations necessary for illusions in relationships with women. When it became clear that the situation had reached a dead end, the fascist state simply started a war, embedding a portion of hostile consciousness into this synapse. The result was a war that came along the line that had previously created pleasant sensations in youth. At this time, the Second People were creating rather unconventional solutions along the so-called "ancient axis," which were intended to support men's interest in relationships with women. At the junction of these axes, a complete misalignment developed, where it was necessary to simultaneously entice and hinder. This led to the First People's executive computer going crazy, unable to find a way to solve this problem.

The stupidest thing is that the employees of the aforementioned commercial organization turned this into an attraction for lonely men. And by the end of the story I tried to describe in my work, the military was already looking at it. They saw an utterly disgusting picture of a beloved woman cheating on her with another man, and this idea being imposed. And most likely, they didn't understand the purpose of this. At first, they thought it was a computer virus; they called it "hostile infiltration." But instead, they found a link leading directly to the fascist state. They saw the enemy's utter hatred. After this, the Führer of the fascist state gave the order for an all-out attack using all types of weapons. The situation was complicated by the fact that all these peoples were constantly lying to each other. Most likely, the second people didn't even try to negotiate with the third, and this led to this discrepancy. Each of these peoples acted independently, imposing their demands. As a result, we see here on Earth a paradoxical picture that misleads many. But this is a transitional period before the biological end of the human species, after which its numbers will begin to decline sharply.

So they ended up with a total disconnect: the fascist state was overwhelming everyone, interfering with literally everything, including prohibiting reproduction. Meanwhile, other nations were once again creating a thief, trying to boost their failing economies. Thief is based on the imperative desire for sex in men, but it doesn't work that way for women. It turned out to be both coercive and thwarting. Naturally, when women don't respond, demonstrating with their whole demeanor that they don't want a relationship, men don't see women responding to their interest, and that's where all the lies about relationships with women end. Moreover, men had already had enough of their own failures the first time the thief worked, and they suffered greatly as a result. So the thief didn't work at all. A paradoxical situation emerged, where the scoundrel had to simultaneously force men to be interested in women and hinder relationships in every possible way. This state of affairs drove the executive computer of the first people completely insane. And this was the beginning of a general catastrophe.

It seems incomprehensible how they got so far gone, that women refuse everyone and leave, and force men to pursue women with a clear air of failure. This is the immediately obvious cause of inevitable catastrophe. And that's how they got so far gone. The Führer made demands on everyone and refused to remove his own obstacles, forcing everyone else to feel guilty. The others continued to make a deal, hoping to reach an agreement. Eventually, they got so far gone that there was simply no normal way out of this situation, and they started killing each other. Most likely, fascism was attacking, and the real masters of that planet, who always sought to remain anonymous, were already trying to kill everyone by any means necessary, because they saw people literally mad, with whom there was nothing to talk about. And they got caught themselves.

It can be assumed that the events described were caused by demographic problems in the Second and Third Nations, who wanted to subtly prevent the First Nations from reproducing, but their actions were too crude and obvious. And that's how it came to Earth, too.

This is the tragic outcome that has reached us on Earth, unchanged: total war and the end. This is simply explained by the nature of the biorobot itself, which, in a hopeless situation, fights desperately to the end, until it is killed. This happens very often on Earth.

You could say that the outcome of everything that happened on the other planet was that its own creation, enraged, attacked its creator; they tried to kill the creation, and they did. But in the process, the creator died. And that doesn't surprise me much. The owners of the other planet didn't introduce themselves explicitly; they were probably afraid. Therefore, the biorobot doesn't know who it's supposed to protect, and as a result, it can force the human to attack anyone, including its owners. Or the human attacks its owners, and the biorobot doesn't know that they need to protect them. I had these thoughts back in 2007, when I started thinking it was a built-in soldier. I didn't know then that they had essentially built in a bomb in case of failure, but it went off very late in my case.

Here on Earth, this discrepancy could lead to the same situation for the human species as there. Only the executive computer will be a military chicken in the head, controlling the bastard's consciousness. The chicken will begin to force him to act in two opposing directions, and this will also drive him crazy. In this case, the bastard forces a man to be interested in women, while the man sees no real opportunity for a relationship. Or, as in my case, based on all the information received, it is impossible to even imagine the beginning of a normal, fulfilling relationship between a man and a woman for the vast majority of the population, except for the wealthiest. And even if such an opportunity arises, the bastard will suddenly begin to hinder the man's success. In my case, this manifests itself clearly. As a result of the described inability of the biorobot to function normally, it can manifest itself in mass cases of mental disorders. Or the bastard will even start fighting with the men in whom it is embedded, unable to find a way out of this situation.

Before the events described, on another planet, the Führer accused the First People of being thieves, and the Second People of allegedly participating in it. Therefore, after an unsuccessful attempt to rectify the situation, war broke out between the First and Second Peoples. But when the line from the fascist state was discovered, everything was revealed, and the war became all-out, with the use of all types of weapons, including nuclear weapons or perhaps even more powerful ones.

The last images of the First People's existence, lingering in our subconscious, show how they shamefully lost the war and were forced to do everything the Führer ordered. After that, the total annihilation of the First People began with the use of chemical and biological weapons, which were most likely used by the Second People against the First. It's difficult to say whether the First People responded to this attack; we didn't see it in our own lives. But judging by the current situation, it's entirely possible that they responded with everything they had at the time. And after that moment, the images of events on another planet in the human subconscious cease.

Their purely military definitions came from another planet. A "war of principle," or a war of established rules, is a war between peoples based on the demands made by an embedded biorobot. Often, it's a war of this robot's madness. It's characterized by its sluggish progress and seemingly endless end. A "war of species" is when the inhabitants are already fighting an embedded biorobot, which makes deliberately unacceptable demands.

It seems unclear now why the fascist state would interfere with relations between men and women, if everything as a whole was already a unified Reich, subservient to the Führer. But one can assume that all these peoples waged genetic wars for a long time, often escalating into real ones, imposing often unacceptable demands and restrictions on each other. And so they sank to the point that, at the moment described, they almost completely died out. These peoples had no future, so they hated everyone else, including us, whom they didn't even know. And this hatred remained as a legacy, each time destroying the best that humanity has managed to build. The last war, which destroyed another planet, was in fact the war of a deranged, built-in military biorobot, unable to fulfill its inherent demands, and therefore hates. This is the war of their past, about which we know almost nothing, so it seems strange and illogical to us.

Personally, I can say that it's impossible to imagine anything more disgusting than what these peoples did to us together. They've reached the heights of immorality, and it's no wonder they killed each other. Perhaps not all aliens are like this, and somewhere in our galaxy there are surely normal ones, but these ones needed to be killed. As I understand it, the impunity of this entire system of developing new biological species, built by who knows who, is to blame for everything, when all living beings, it turns out, had masters they didn't even know existed. The masters wanted you to die painfully in a certain situation, and you die without even knowing how to avenge it, or who or where they are.

A dumb machine of an unknown species copied all the solutions from another planet to Earth, making us like this, with a built-in self-destruction mechanism that periodically triggers, destroying all civilizations built by humanity. The evolution of the human race somewhat rectified the situation, weeding out the unviable branches and making us capable of further survival, but the basic military principles from another planet, which led there to total war to exterminate the entire population, remain.

And I don't feel the slightest bit sorry for those who died on another planet. On Earth, they would all be classified as Nazi war criminals.

I'd also fly there and make sure no one else lives on that planet. And if I survived, I'd drop a dozen megaton hydrogen bombs there, saying, "We're friends," to ensure no one remains. It's just unclear where that planet is, and the main thing is not to confuse it with others where sane, intelligent beings might live who weren't involved. But it's unlikely to be far away, and it could be recognized by the nearby, incomprehensible space structures that were once used to make us on Earth, too.

You might think I'm exaggerating. But after I figured it all out, the bastard in my head started bothering me. At first, I didn't understand what was going on. Especially since he bothered me only occasionally, and I decided he'd gone crazy because of women. Then he started bothering me more and more, and I tried to drive him out by spinning imaginary objects in the right side of my head. At first, it wasn't very effective. I imagined myself riding a bicycle or doing dumbbell exercises, raising and lowering my arms or spreading them out to the sides. And that stopped the bastard.

But gradually it became clear that the bastard in my head had completely lost his mind. And he began to interfere in every way possible. Then I realized he was essentially just a very stupid little dog, taking up about a third of my head in the right rear. But at the top of his mind, a military chicken had been inserted, acting as a liquidator synapse. The bastard switched to this synapse and went completely mad. At first, he managed to regain his composure for short periods, but eventually it resembled an almost continuous fight, with only brief breaks for sleep. Essentially, I began to engage in actual combat with an embedded biorobot.

As I understand it, the chicken forced the bastard to initially pursue a line of distorted perception. Mainly about relationships with women, which at age 50+, I couldn't have. So I expressed myself creatively, substituting fictional characters for myself. The protagonist of my novel returned to Earth, got married, and achieved a certain level of success in society. He first meets another woman, then a second, a third, and everyone is actively interested in him. I assumed that the first wife agreed with this. She and her husband have no close relatives, and she decided to expand the family this way. The idea didn't seem entirely stupid at the time, and it worked. The contenders were envious of the other women who had already settled into this family and reacted to the protagonist's status. Each wondered how she was inferior to the others. It was funny, even humorous, and even sexy in places, but I didn't take such a creation seriously. I'd never written in this genre before. But as far as I understand, nothing like this happens in reality. And I felt sorry for the heroine of the main novel, to whom I had become attached in my own way. Besides, such stories were reminiscent of fairy tales about the lives of the rich, with mansions and villas, and that didn't work for the others. And I got tired of it. So I reworked the plot of the main novel, which I considered abandoned, removing all the protagonist's love affairs except for his relationship with the main character, and cutting off the plot so that there was no continuation. That was the end of the fun.

But to my surprise, the biorobot didn't calm down and continued to insist on this continuation of the plot. He even started fighting while I was still considering it. At first, I didn't understand him. Then I realized there was a reason for it. I suspect that every man's subconscious is ingrained with a silly story about how an imaginary hero achieves success with beautiful women. First with one, then a second, a third, and so on. And for some strange reason, this triggers sexual arousal. At the end of this imposed story, his first beloved woman begins toying with other men, and this is what stopped me the most. It turned out that all this was the hatred of the military scum, who served as the liquidator's synapse, expressed in such a strange form.

After I finally abandoned this pastime, considering it stupid, the bastard began to fight desperately with all the hatred he could muster. He prevented me from finishing urinating, swallowing food, working, or doing anything at all except lying down. He constantly pestered me with all sorts of nonsense. When I fought back by spinning him with maximum force, the bastard screamed "Help!" across the apartment, asking others to stop me. He tried to bite my cheek or bite my tongue with his teeth, tears streaming from my eyes and drooling from my mouth. It looked like I was fighting a regular dog that was attacking.

It turned out the military ultimatum was that after all, I was obligated to everyone else, to work for everyone for free, while no one owed me anything. And I was obligated to believe fairy tales about relationships with women who had completely discredited themselves. And then there was my mom, dad, dacha, wife, and I was a mama's boy and a henpecked husband. And I had to agree with only that. Nothing else was implied. After I refused, the bastard started fighting.

By the way, on another planet, where this bastard was made, such conditions were called "thief." Judging by what I saw in footage from that planet between 2008 and 2010, the faces of those who issued this ultimatum read: we will be killed for this. And they were killed for it. No surprise. Thus perished the first traitorous people who resembled the USSR.

As I understand it, some mad Fuhrer on another planet always wanted to win just like that and then live comfortably at everyone else's expense. Because he's everyone's boss. And us here too. And the fact that we didn't know about it didn't bother him, just like the fact that we lived on another planet. It didn't work out, so he decided to kill everyone, including us, by installing a genetic killer. It's easier that way. To avoid unnecessary problems. In the end, they killed him. Just like everyone else. A very clear story. But the others who were there didn't say anything about it, although they could have, so I had to figure it out myself. They talked nonsense about management and space adventures. So they got in there too.

The bastard in my head, who started fighting desperately when I refused to comply with the ultimatum, is nothing more than a very stupid watchdog of that very same alien Führer. And the fact that the Führer himself is long dead is something the dog fundamentally fails to understand. It fights desperately for its own set of rules and refuses to understand anything else.

In the end, it all came down to a simple thing. Smart people, who turned out to be a minority, must simply serve criminals. Otherwise, they immediately turn into bandits who try to rob and kill. And enslave them, if possible. So they can always use other people's achievements for free. And find women wherever you want. No one cares. Especially when you're over 50. You just have to constantly pester them about it. This is where we've come to on another planet. For one addition. You can't know that you have a personal master, otherwise he'll fight and try to kill you. He'll set his servants and his watchdog on you, which is what happened in my case. All these controls with their incomprehensible structure and purposes are precisely for this. Some terrible secrets, it turns out, are revealed very simply.

As I suspect, the creators of "Space Radio" couldn't have been unaware of this, unless they themselves worked for the aforementioned commercial organization. They could have at least communicated something useful, warned us in time, instead of inventing stories about fictitious space adventures. So I don't feel sorry for them at all.

What was most compelling was the utter hatred with which the bastard attacked. In my head, I could hear the babble of a small, demented animal, which would eventually give way to a dull growl. Besides that, I regularly heard primitive, monotonous melodies, the buzzing and chirping of insects. The melodies were hard to forget. Essentially, they were the war hymns of the dawn of some right-wing fanatical state. They vaguely resembled pioneer songs from the Soviet era, but calmer and more melancholy. Sometimes, if I beat the bastard hard enough in the head, I would hear a siren, like a fire engine.

If the bastard had done nothing else, I might have assumed I had brain cancer. But he constantly interfered, performing the same stupid sequence. The sequence, in particular, includes concepts of a primitive street scumbag, such as "I didn't know," "I didn't mean to," "He started it," "What did I do?" and so on, which are familiar to many. Most likely, the scumbag's behavior and these phrases are tightly ingrained in the biorobot's psychology. None of this worked for me, and it provoked a corresponding reaction in me. Ultimately, I realized that I was being attacked by a rabid, deranged, built-in military robot scumbag. And there was no simple way to stop him.

This went on for quite a while. It turned out that killing the bastard the way I used without injuring myself was very difficult. The military chicken I'd localized in my head turned out to be very stupid and apparently designed to be fought by a human. The chicken would attack every day, forcing the dog to perform hostile actions. Then the dog would demonstrate what a bastard it was. It would show off in all sorts of ways, this way and that. It would express happiness at having ruined everything. And that was it! Realizing it was being killed, the bastard began to beg and plead, without saying what he was asking, trying to stroke my hands with my own hands, stroking my fingers, imagining that he was stroking me with the streams of the shower or with objects I'd brushed against with my body. This was how the hatred of a stupid dog, fighting while desperately trying to suck up to me so as not to be killed, was expressed.

The bastard himself deserves special mention. If you peer into his mind, which is sometimes possible, it turns out that his greatest pleasure is tossing a ball. Being higher than everyone else is the stupid dog's greatest pleasure. Otherwise, he's a typical fascist soldier, ready to fight loyally for his Führer. In some cases, the biorobot issues ultimatums, issuing phrases typical of an occupier, such as "decision," "conditions," "rules," and "consent." He fundamentally understands no other option. Everyone must simply agree with him. If he's not listened to and resists, the biorobot begins to fight desperately, ready to fight to the end. A typical mistake by the biorobot's developers, who were killed because of it: the main requirement for him is that he must be a friend. After the biorobot fights desperately, he offers friendship and strokes his fingers with other fingers. This is an ultimatum from a stupid dog. Then he brings up the woman again, which is completely inappropriate after the fight and his typical scumbag behavior. The dog is very stupid. At the same time, the scumbag was pointing at my genitals with everything, including my hands, hinting at what he needed at that moment. That was what he asked for. I had to get it somehow, but he didn't know how. And naturally, he received even harder blows. I'm sure the biorobot has reached the same impasse as mine, with hundreds of millions of men, especially intellectuals. And if he starts fighting like me, throwing people against furniture and walls, pointing at their genitals, issuing ultimatums and drooling, many will immediately discover him. I can imagine what will happen if the scumbag starts stroking the hands of millions of men whose lives he's ruined, while pointing at their genitals! Sometimes the dog feels like it assumes a vertical position and freezes there. This may be a partial paralysis of its consciousness due to its inability to do anything and the resulting counterattacks. It resembles a fighting stance.

After some time, the military chicken was partially destroyed, and I saw what it was thinking. This surprised me. First, a cartoon penguin, then toy bears, rabbits, dogs with huge, bulging eyes, seemingly wide open in surprise. A bird resembling a pelican or a heron with a long red beak. Then, during another fight, the bird opened its beak, demonstrating its indignation at my daring to resist. Cartoon faces of street hooligans with wide-open mouths. Then creatures with one huge eye appeared, the chicken's way of representing the damage to its own consciousness. These are the thoughts of humanity's genetic enemy. When you see such images, everything becomes completely clear.

The military chicken doesn't speak. It can babble like a baby or sing, repeating the same combinations of sounds. Its voice is reminiscent of a little girl singing, only the words are incomprehensible. Sometimes it coos like a bird or screeches if it's severely beaten. It can screech discontentedly, but it's practically silent, reminiscent of an enraged woman expressing indignation but producing no sound. Sometimes the chicken plays melodies, monotonous but quite beautiful. Perhaps this is because my chicken is damaged. The melodies remind me of my childhood in the USSR, when there were Pioneer and Komsomol organizations, and I participated in them. But they are somehow exalted and often even transition into cheerful dance music. It's interesting: I'm a music lover, I have an extensive music library, but I've never heard anything like this in ordinary music. It's cute, if you don't know that this military chicken, in this biorobot mode, is essentially a genetic bomb and poses a serious threat to health and life.

As I understand it, this chicken was originally some kind of alarm clock, hence its beautiful singing. But they attached a military device to it, resulting in a time bomb. The Nazi designers most likely couldn't have come up with anything more clever. Everything usable was turned into killing machines.

A distinctive feature of the embedded biorobot is that if it starts fighting a person, it fights to the end, like a real suicide soldier, until it's killed. Its behavior is similar to that of an Islamic terrorist who shoots and kills, all the while shouting that he'll fight no matter what. And when they start killing in droves in response, it screams at the whole world: "Help, they're killing us, they're killing our women and children," and so on. This is just the psychology of a stupid dog who thinks this is the right thing to do. My biorobot constantly assured me that it was sick and therefore shouldn't be touched, yet it continued to fight me.

During severe bouts of madness, which periodically befell the bastard inside my head due to the inability to act in two opposite directions simultaneously, and when I vigorously fought back, the bastard would begin to tense his muscles and bang his head against my skull, push, try to slam my head against the furniture, and knock over objects, like a cup of tea. He would do everything he could to prevent me from finishing urinating, exposing himself entirely. He would fight to the death, bracing himself against the floor and pushing his body backwards. He would constantly scratch and tingle somewhere when my hands were busy. Tears would stream from my eyes, drool profusely from my mouth, and mucus would run from my nose. The bastard would constantly beg, saying, "Please," but he couldn't say what. He would scream from my mouth across the street, so loud that the neighbors would come asking what was wrong. He would prick my throat and make me cough. At such moments, the military chicken would screech desperately, reminiscent of a bird. In this case, if this starts happening to many, it will be impossible not to detect the scum in their heads.

All of this gradually escalated into a full-blown fight with a built-in combat robot, which attacked me daily to interfere with everything. Particularly difficult was how it resisted, preventing me from finishing urinating. Ultimately, I spent almost all my time fighting it, resting, eating, sleeping, and then fighting again, with brief breaks for creativity, personal hygiene, and the occasional viewing of films and videos.

Based on my experience in 2012, if such a state of severe insanity begins suddenly and unexpectedly, it is fatal. It can lead to severe disability and even sudden death.

And that's all that the three peoples described from another planet left us with. Completely destroyed relationships between men and women, a ruined economy, inadequate government policies and military actions. And a military genetic program, which is compulsorily executed by a chicken in the head, containing impossible stories about women. A fight from a built-in dog if a person refuses to consider such nonsense. And ultimatums from a stupid fascist soldier. So I think it's not enough that the creators of such a biorobot were brutally murdered by nuclear weapons. Such things should never happen. That's why I think it would be a good idea to fly there and take revenge for everything they implanted in us. To finally cleanse their planet of the biological infection that outwardly resembled a civilization of people similar to us.

At the same time, I don't understand how they even managed to survive there in the final period before the end of their lives, under conditions of constant biological danger and the threat of annihilation in a total war.

It turns out that everything in human society has always followed the same algorithm, both there and here on Earth, determined by the covert military actions of the embedded biorobot. A certain number of intelligent people are born among the common folk, but only a few, about one in a hundred. Everyone else lives strictly by the biorobot's rules. While intellectuals tend to have a weak constitution, poor health, and vision problems, criminals often have athletic figures and excellent health. Women, especially beautiful ones, readily choose criminals, rejecting intellectuals. After this, everything in any nation begins to crumble. This is the result of the embedded biorobot's actions.

Humanity has repeatedly attempted to build a society based on principles of equality, personal qualities, and achievements, but the embedded biorobot continually restructured it along the old hierarchical lines. There's a master, who gets the best of everything and the best women, and he may have several. Then there are the master's confidants, who each have one woman. The rest are considered commoners and constantly compete for positions at the lower levels of the hierarchy, and women are theirs if they're lucky enough to achieve the necessary level of wealth. This clashes with the biorobot's own work, which imposes ideas about relationships with women based on personal qualities and achievements, not just wealth, which is often achieved dishonestly. After this, the coherent society begins to disintegrate, civilization perishes, the level of development reverts, the state declines, the population falls into poverty, famine, and wars, including civil wars, begin. And the main reason for this is the described behavior of women in relationships with men.

On Earth, civilization has been steadily advancing over the past 200 years, demonstrating rapid scientific and technological progress from the early 19th to the early 21st centuries. But now, progress is effectively stalling, and developed economies are rapidly collapsing. The reason is simple. During this period, high-tech wars forced the intelligentsia in developed countries to assume at least some social standing. They were desperately needed. While the intelligentsia won the devastating wars against obscurantism in the 20th century, ensuring the flourishing of civilization, it later failed to cope in peacetime and lost ground at the beginning of the 21st century. At the end of the 20th and beginning of the 21st centuries, due to peacetime, the intelligentsia was no longer so urgently needed, and it struggled to find a place to settle, losing its former positions. It was now everyone for themselves. That's how it turned out.

As soon as a civilization achieved prosperity and became cultured, the intelligentsia attempted to establish relationships with women, guided by its own misguided notions, and failed. After this, the civilization weakened and collapsed, often completely disappearing, easily conquered by less developed neighbors. This happened with Ancient Egypt, the states of Mesopotamia, Ancient Greece, and then the Ancient Roman Empire. Byzantium survived throughout the Middle Ages, but perished at the beginning of the Renaissance, apparently following the same scenario.

A logical question might arise: why did they do this on another planet? Including for themselves. If it inevitably leads to social catastrophe. The answer is non-trivial: no reason. It was a simple war that unfolded there according to this scenario and ended with the annihilation of all intelligent species. Simply destroy, and that's it. Because no one on that other planet ever escaped this state. Most likely, all intelligent beings there reached such a level of degradation of personal qualities that they sought only to kill others and to suffer their own painful deaths. They played genetic warfare, embedding demands, restrictions, coercive mechanisms, and liquidators. And they got to the point where they implanted in themselves and in us the most disgusting common criminal, who, in liquidator mode, turns into an absolute enemy, who ultimately forced them to kill themselves. In effect, they implanted a genetic bomb, it detonated, and killed everyone there.

I'm sure you'd want to ask: what were they even thinking at that moment, to do such a thing? Apparently, they weren't thinking anything. The peoples described there were constantly at war with each other, striving to cause maximum harm to one another. And they themselves ultimately became the absolute enemy of all life. At the end of their existence, the peoples described resembled a genetic bomb, seeking to kill everyone, including us here. Something similar is happening here on Earth now, destroying normal relations between people and states, destroying the economy, and generating wars.

It couldn't have been that another planet and our Earth were directly connected, and that from the very place where the peoples described above lived, they created the human species on our planet. There must have been an entire system that orchestrated the evolution of species on our planet. From another planet, they merely directed the process. This system had to be maintained. The peoples described above, with their level of development, such as ours today, couldn't have done this. And most likely, after that last war on another planet, the supposed system ceased to function forever. But who built this system, what happened to those who built it, and why nothing was subsequently restored remains the biggest mystery. An unknown machine of cosmic scale created the human species on Earth, with some variations, and after that, it did nothing else. All that remains are strange drawings on the Nazca plateau and in Siberia, as if drawn from space. But that's all. And why, during the creation process, they tried to kill us using an embedded biorobot is also not entirely clear.

As I understand from the information I've received, life on another planet has perished many times before and been rebuilt. Perhaps this explains the mass extinctions on our own planet. And each time, the system of species creation was restored, and new life appeared on Earth. But why nothing was restored this time is unknown. Perhaps the catastrophe was more widespread than I imagine, and affected more than just the other planet and its inhabitants. However, it's also possible that not much time has passed since the destruction of the peoples described.

Today, we only know thatToday, we only know that three peoples participated in the creation of our human species. They lived on another planet in the distant past. They fell out with each other, launched a brutal war of annihilation, and most likely perished, leaving us with a legacy of a built-in genetic enemy. Associative memories of this moment remain in humanity's genetic memory. But we have access to a very limited area of another planet for study. We don't know what happened in the rest of the world. We also don't know what happened after those events that are accessible to us. What preceded them, and most importantly, what happened next, beyond this known area of another planet, will remain a dark mystery of deep space.