Defunct. Epic battle of neuralink

Dambi life story.

The most mysterious, almost the oldest, and the smartest employee at the NDC. Dambi rarely interacts with people. As a child, he had periods when, for years, he could not say a word. The character is very secretive. It happens that you can’t get a word out of him, but he himself, like an ordinary genius, is terribly curious. Unlike Vaidah, whom he is nine years older, he looks younger than him and a million times prettier. His brutal face with a perfect physique and tall stature makes him look more like a model or actor than an outstanding mathematician. Combed back, raised up, uncharacteristic, dark brown hair always looks aesthetically pleasing. Even when he did not lay them down, but simply passed them once with his hand, they lay down as they should. In front, on the left side of his forehead, he had a small pigtail that stretched to his eyebrow. He covered her with a scar, a small incision above the eyebrow that was not so striking. On the contrary, it made him even more brutal. The eyebrow, on the other side, is also split, with a white stripe. His serious frown and sparkling brown eyes made him imposing and elegant. Smooth, slightly plump lips, his lips often dry and crack. Straight, medium-sized nose and black, thick bristles. Porous, oily skin kept him from wrinkles. He always wore a black protective corset, a typical lightweight, hard vest, with prominent reliefs, over a white shirt, with rolled up sleeves. Pants made of dense fabric, sitting almost tight, it has different colors. Basically, he preferred gray, like jeans, blue and burgundy. It would seem that such a person should have at least three wives, but Dambi is completely alone. He does not even have a girlfriend, and it is not known whether they were ever at all. It is not worth suspecting him of non-traditional sexual orientation, at least, according to his statements, he is heterosexual, although he has never ordered priestesses with his friends. How he pleases himself remains a mystery, and the guys joke a lot on this topic. Some say that he is an alien, entrenched in an artificial body, others that he is just crazy, like most of the participants in the NDC. No matter how they tried to hurt his feelings, during their leisure time, the employees did not succeed. It is impossible to evoke any reaction, even an adequate one, from Dambi. If Vaidah resembles a computer, both externally and internally, then Dambi is an even more powerful computer built into a beautiful doll. He is also unprincipled and diverse. If there is a need, he will ask for help, but if he can cope on his own, he will do any work alone. Making sensational scientific discoveries, he even forgets to share this with his colleagues at the NDC. He does not at all try to hide something. Simply, this is how his psychology works. The guys already know that if he walks contentedly, imagining something to himself, runs his hands on the table, as if drawing, then he has an interesting idea, which he most likely has already decided. And, if you ask him, he will definitely tell. Moreover, he will do it with a desire, as if he really does, a couple forgets that there are people around him with whom you can share your thoughts and emotions. At home, he communicates quite openly with his mother, with whom he lived all his life. His mother was like an angel, beautiful, slim, sincere, good-natured and always in a good mood. My father was also a recluse, and was engaged in science. He just used his mother as a slut and left him, not even knowing that she got pregnant from him. Then, they say, after a couple of years he hanged himself in his own house. Dambi doesn’t care about his fate. He doesn’t even know his name. The mother has married three more times since then. Moreover, she simultaneously had two husbands who loved her. She gave birth to another child, a girl who is seven years younger than him. She herself already has a family and a child who goes to school. They do not maintain a relationship with Dambi, although sometimes they still meet at their mother’s house. It is not uncommon for a man to give out what is least expected of him. For example, he can force everyone to do only his task when the situation calls for it. From time to time, a commander wakes up in him, more abruptly than Haste, whose organizational skills are at an exorbitant level. The power of persuasion and charisma of this character is forced to follow him in any situation. He gets along well with people, despite the fact that he communicates exclusively on business. Dambi knows who and what gifts to give, so that it really feels good. To each person, in his team, he knows the approach, while it is very difficult to find an approach to him, if at all possible. Here, in the circle of employees, there is an opinion that even God cannot get into his soul.

Neilie life story.

Neilie was born in Vayelon. She is a selfless girl who has a lot to learn from. Strong personality in all respects. Height, slightly below average, physique, athletic. Short hair, with bangs combed to the side, long gold earrings in the ears, something that immediately catches the eye. On her shoulders there are large colored tattoos depicting stars on one side, in pink smoke, on the other side, atoms, in the form of crystal lattices, on a blue background. Slender legs, in high heels, she was not used to hiding under a dress. Since childhood, she wore trousers, and she doesn’t even like short skirts. While in dress, she is selective. She likes a strict style more, an image corresponding to her inner state. A girl was born into the family of the great sculptor and architect Paragon Aliam. He took part in almost all major construction and architectural projects. The legendary tower of time, the Selim temple, the flower park of Babylon, the facades of various estates, the water supply system, the sewage system and much more. Wherever you look, Paragon put his hand everywhere. He deservedly was, one of the richest people in the city, and the whole world, respectively. Revered and respected at all social levels. He owned two banks, three palaces, a chain of restaurants, rice, sugar and orange fields, in general, he owned a little of everything. He even had his own army, although by law it is forbidden to have a private army, therefore, he called it simply bodyguards, and personal protection. Surprisingly, he was not even a member of any state council. Naturally, such a large trader could not but have enemies. No matter how honestly he does business, there will be no less envious people. Several attempts were made on him a year, and, six years ago, he was still killed by a gang of intruders, on the orders of Giverra, a ruthless killer who then sat on the council of the wisest. Upon death, he left six daughters, and five sons, from five marriages. It was decided to donate half of his huge inheritance to solving social problems, to children’s schools, to endangered villages and to the construction of the main temple of sacrifices. The rest of the property went to the family, including Neilie, who at the time was already sixteen years old. Having taken possession of unthinkable wealth, she was now afraid that they would be hunted for her, just like for her father. Growing up in conditions of constant comfort and safety, she allowed herself all kinds of liberties. For example, go to Rohvem to fly an airship. Jump with a parachute, ride on the rail slides, in a deep quarry, or dive to the bottom of the river, in scuba gear. Such entertainment was clearly not for mere mortals. Even many rich people could not afford such a luxury. Relatives, she was advised to find a man of the appropriate status, if she does not want to keep him as a pet, just for the sake of appearances and for the sake of gratification. But, you cannot order your soul, said the sisters, constantly gathering all kinds of crooks in their mansions. Neilie was far from stupid, since childhood, a well-read girl. By the age of sixteen, she knew four languages, was fond of astrology, quantum physics, biology and medicine. She also took up dancing, music and painting. Of course, you cannot call her talented in all these disciplines. For a long time she chose what is closer to her heart, between art and science. Six years later, this choice, finally, she did not make. But, she found her one and only, the prince, in the truest sense of the word. Prince Qatar, second son and now heir to the throne of the current king of Narus. They met, four years ago, during a city festive ceremony, at Grompi Square. Neilie immediately liked the modesty and charm of the influential young man. In addition, it was not she who took the first step, but he, approached her, offering to dance. They fit together perfectly. Soulful, romantic, educated young people with a decent upbringing and pleasant manners. But, if, Qatar, has a rather weak character, then Neilie is just an iron woman, with a hot heart and a cold mind. For her principles, she is ready to go all the way. Fairness, sincerity and mutual respect are what she is willing to give and demands in return. For three years of marriage, she has not yet given birth to children. It’s not time yet, she says. Who will help Qatar solve his endless problems. Through what only she did not have to go through because of her, constantly interfering with something gentleman. Sometimes it got to the point that, at night, she even had to fight for him in the alleys! Defending her boyfriend from ill-wishers, in an unequal struggle, she somehow broke her wrist. The prince, of course, did not sit on the sidelines, shutting his eyes, bent over. Assessing the situation, realizing that he could not cope that night, he called the guards, who left for just a minute, at his own request, so as not to interfere with their personal conversations. Okay, everything worked out. The villains were punished, and the hand healed safely. It was Qatar who brought Neiley to the NDC laboratory, persuading her older brother to take her into the team. Haste resisted this for a long time, not wanting to recognize the girl’s abilities in science. However, having got to know her better, he realized that there was something unusual about her. That same unbridled pursuit of excellence. She joined the staff, two years ago, as a developer of instrumental mechanisms, diluting the soulless collective of demi-humans, half-cyborgs, with a note of her kindness and simple human charm.

OLDEMEND ORDER

A shining chariot, more like a rocket, approaches the main state square of Vayelon. Eight rubberized wheels, and a body on a long frame, partly resembled a limousine. Gold, palm leaves, and a rectangular ornament depicting the government coat of arms stick out from its roof. This royal family with bodyguards, stayed in the very center, near the majestic «Tower of Time». This tower is such a large-scale structure that, even according to the Nahmau, it is considered one of the five deities of all Mesopotamia. Such an original embodiment of time will make everyone who sees such a thing admire. A round skyscraper, one hundred and ninety-five meters high (with a spire), and fifty meters wide, winds around itself in huge disks. Between the sharpened, tall windows, there is a columnar scale, with huge numbers from one to twelve, rising all the way to the top. P.s. Osirian numerals, borrowed from Nahmau, not like Arabic or Roman ones. These are always two even sticks, inclined at different angles relative to each other. Giant rings, planted on the tower, like rings on a finger, move up and down. These rings glow in different colors. Red – denoting minutes, the smallest, as it moves the fastest and spends a tremendous amount of energy on lifting force. The green ring is the second in diameter, when it intersects with the first, it is superimposed on top of it. It denotes hours, and the third is a white ring, superimposed on top of the second and first, denotes the days of the week. Thanks to this, the most massive ring rises only to the seventh digit. It all works on the hybrid traction power steering. Six fuel pumps at the base of the building and twenty-four electric motors are scattered in sections at varying heights. Due to the tight insulation, the noise of the motors is practically inaudible. At night, the rings glow brightly so that they can be seen from almost anywhere in the city, especially when they are at the top. This incredible building would shock people even if it were built in modern Dubai or New York. And, in combination with decorations unusual for modern cities, the most beautiful climbing trees and bushes that form a park area, this creates a special atmosphere. Highly developed technologies and, natural, natural resources merged together, saturating the city, indeed, with a divine aura. The door is opened for Narus Rift. Before him lined up smart guards in tall, cylindrical glittering hats, as if covered with diamond chips. Red shirts, jackets with gold trim, silver shoulder pads, blue cloaks and gloves. They all have bright red, like jackets, long hair, and black and white, plaid boots. Both men and women stood in these ranks. Raising their curved sabers upward, they simultaneously pressed them to their shoulders. Then, just as synchronously, taking a step to the side, having opened up with each other, they waited for the ringing of trumpeters, tambourines and other incomprehensible playing instruments from the Aprod School of Music. Starting to dance with strikingly complex, fast and varied movements, they drew a storm of applause from the crowd around them. In fact, this is not a guard at all, but a group of disguised actors who staged a concert at the opening of the first Selim temple in Vayelon. Someone, wearing an eerie shiny mask in the shape of a face, as if smeared with paraffin, pumped various figures with a hand pump. His completely black eyes bulged out of their sockets. Wearing decorative green armor, he launched elongated balls into the sky, in shape and size, reminiscent of an American football ball. These balloons shot upward and began emitting multi-colored dust, creating pink, yellow and blue clouds just above the crowd. Another sorcerer, in a long purple dress and a fake beard rolled into tubes. This beard depicts a picture of a sailing ship sailing off into the sunset. He let the three-dimensional figures of various animals into the sky. Colored beetles, the size of a cow’s head, the same birds that spread their wings wide, and just curved sticks that resemble a sausage. All these objects, like fireworks, accelerated and exploded, showering the entire sky with silvery and gold sparkles. Nahmau would not approve of such a shocking, in honor of a religious event, but the Osiris have different customs. They are very liberated and even religious people, they take many things with humor. By the way, about the new temple. It was built in the western part of the square. This stepped building is a ziggurat, ninety-three meters high, which is the very legendary tower of Babylon (built on the remains of Vayelon). The only structure that will survive the complete destruction of the city, only because it is a saint, although it will still suffer quite a lot. Against the background of the nearest large building – «Time Towers», this temple looks like a simple barn. Another palace, of which there are already countless numbers outside the city walls. When the dance ended and the music died down, the crowd roared with applause. After a short lull, King Narus began his speech:

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