Games of the Gods

– Oh, they don't need to understand or feel anything. Most people have higher education instead of a head and heart, while another part of society has no soul at all, it has been exchanged for material values, drunk into alcoholic oblivion, sold or simply pawned by some demonic Force. Humans, like biological machines, simply walk and feed their master with their own vital energy. They're like bots in a computer video game. You should treat this world more simply. Imagine that you are in the latest video toy like Skyrim or the Witcher. You must admit that in such games, most of the characters will just be a beautiful background or addition to the game. Others will give you some kind of quest that will bring you money and experience when you complete it. You can build or buy houses, transport, get married, start a family, have sexual intercourse, raise children, improve your talents and abilities, earn money, and so on. It's just like in the game. Treat life the same way.– Finished the Bassoon.

– The fact is, dear Bassoon , that any game can be replayed if you don't like something about your gameplay or you simply die in the game. In my life, there is no second chance to complete the game. I have no right to make mistakes, and the consequences of my mistakes can be very serious.

– I answered the bassoon's instructions sadly.

– Don't worry, you're a human being and all people have the right to make mistakes. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here in this world. – Finished the Bassoon.

The Bassoon deftly jumped like a parkourer onto the roof of a stone house, waved at me and disappeared.

Future. Robots. Transference of consciousness. Story 2.

The alarm clock is ringing on Android. It's an unpleasant sound. We need to get up and take the child to school. Damn, I want to sleep. Stop. Something is wrong. I am not in my apartment, nor am I in my bed or wearing my clothes. Mom! What on earth is going on? A Bassoon magically appears in front of me. He is smiling strangely. When a demon smiles like that, even if he is as sweet and friendly as a Bassoon, it is obviously not good.

– Welcome back.– Bassoon greeted me.

–What the hell is going on? Where am I? What I'm wearing is some strange clothes.– I asked, desperately looking at the clothes on me with disgust.

– Just don't yell and don't freak out. You're in the future. Take a look around. You'll see for yourself now.– The Bassoon answered me.

Okay, I think to myself, let's treat everything like a funny dream. It's not real. I look around. I feel like I'm wearing virtual reality glasses. There's a lot of light where I am. Very modern and fashionable design, like they do in expensive mansions these days. I don't like this place; it's uncomfortable here. But there's a cool touch-controlled coffee maker in the kitchen. I press the cappuccino button. Well, it seems to me that the picture on the button is like a cappucino cup, so I press it. The coffee maker starts working immediately. While the coffee is brewing, I go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. I'm scared; it isn't me in the mirror.

Who is this woman? Whose are these hands? I am afraid. It cannot be.

I returned to the kitchen, where Fagot was already waiting for me. He was attacking my coffee with all his might. I handed the freshly brewed coffee to the demon, pressing the button myself, ordering the machine to make more. We sat facing each other at the kitchen table, trembling in anticipation of an interesting conversation with the demon.

– So, let's start with simple and understandable things. You have made the transition from shifting consciousness during sleep. Because the body you are in now is a soulless biorobot, you have quickly taken control of its body. Your personality has simply crushed the biorobots' programming personality. The wind demon started to explain.

–What about my body?– I asked quickly.

– You're sleeping soundly in your own time, tired from the delights of motherhood, my interlocutor answered sarcastically.

Yes, the delights of being a mother. He was talking about how my precious child drove me crazy yesterday when I couldn't put him to bed again.

– I volunteered to help you and accompany you during this time, so that you could easily make the return trip after the trip, and feel as if nothing had happened in your body. Fagot continued his explanation.

– But how is this possible? According to rumors, only puppeteers have such techniques. It is said that many members of the higher occult community are almost immortal because their souls are transferred from their old, decrepit bodies to new young bodies. Previously, they simply abducted weak-minded workers or stupid fashion models for this ritual. Now there are rumors about cloning people, and clones are being used for the ritual, which is top secret. Few people have knowledge and abilities of the soul like that. It's an entire ritual process. How did I accidentally manage to do it? I asked Bassoon, emotionally, in shock, leaning towards him.

–Accidents are no accidents, my dear," I said. "You're here because we need to make a peep. Do you enjoy peering? Here we are, but this won't last long. Let us hasten. I require some cigarettes or something to recharge myself. Can you locate something similar for me, so we may proceed? – The Bassoon has instructed me to do so.

I finished my coffee in a single gulp and hastened to search the apartment room by room for the item he requested. However, I did not find any cigarettes, although I did discover an object resembling a device suitable for a wind demon. It was a hybrid of a vape and a hookah, enhanced with spice. In my opinion, there was nicotine present in this device, although it could also be some sort of synthetic substance. In the absence of any other option, I presented the device to the Bassoon."

Fagot lit a cigarette.

– We're going to go outside and work with the woman whose body you occupy. We don't have more than an hour for this. So, pull yourself together. – My guide outlined the plan of action.

Said, done.

We went outside. It was hard to tell whether it was spring or summer in the morning. The first thing I noticed on the street were holographic images of different sizes. They were everywhere and there was a lot of light and noise from them. There were a lot of shrubs and trees decorating the street we walked along. Instead of Android phones and iPhones that we all use now, there were small hologram projectors equipped with artificial intelligence.

There was something strange about the rare people we met on the street. I didn't understand what it was, so I asked the Bassoon about it.

– Switch to inner vision, see the world of energy, not physical shells. – The demon suggested it to me.

That's what I did. The world appeared to me in a matrix dimension.

Blackness is negative thoughts, low-frequency entities, as well as spirits of diseases and troubles. All living things were green, bright and juicy in color. The souls of people, birds, animals, and plants were bright blue. Plants had small souls, animals had bigger ones, and humans had the biggest ones. There was no longer a slave network in the sky. Energy circulation between living beings had a golden hue. Biorobots were fewer than humans with souls. Non-living beings were without souls and their bodies were artificial. They possessed consciousness, memory, and intelligence, but did not emit energy. They were robots, mostly looking like people.

There were other machines, but they looked like the robots I was used to, similar to the ones I saw in 2021, but they were very primitive compared to humanoid robots. There were a lot of them.

Cars were different as transportation, and people used public transport more, especially trains and buses. I really liked them, they are as fast as blood in human vessels.

People were like people. Except that many have been improved with artificial organs or body parts and limbs. For those who wore artificial arms, a holographic projector was built directly into the artificial arm.

The office that we visited with Fagot was not much different from the warehouses of Viberis or Ozon. The only difference was that it was served not by humans, but by robots, and humans were already responsible for robots and their work. Further, confusion began to arise in the office when one of their robots became stuck. Some robots, in order to save the company money where the woman I was working for, not only transported cargo and distributed it to points, but also guarded the office and warehouse. In other words, their program was not just a simple worker but also a security guard. Perhaps the worker's workload simply overwhelmed the security program, causing a system overload, and the robots experienced a glitch. This often resulted in people suffering and even dying.