Part 17. "hope" Sergiy смотрел на девушку, not believing my eyes

Part 17. "hope" Sergiy смотрел на девушку, not believing my eyes. the same one, what haunted him in advertising, in dreams, in fragments of memories... Now she was sitting next to his cryocapsule, alive and real, and called herself Eira. Eira? - he asked uncertainly, as if afraid, that he was just dreaming all this. - It's... it's you? The girl smiled, и Sergiy, still feeling weak and disorientated from cryosleep, could not understand, Is this a hallucination or reality?. There was a living person in front of him. Almost alive. Her movements were too smooth, words are too polished, as if she was speaking from a memorized text. This is me, Sergiy, - she answered softly. - I'm here, to help you remember. Recall? - Sergiy почувствовал, as his head begins to pound with pain. - Recall что? Where are we? A strange expression flashed across Eira's face - like regret, mixed with determination. I'm sorry, Sergiy, - she said, and for the first time, unprogrammed intonations sounded in her voice, but something real, human. - But I have to do it. We have little time. She reached out and took his hand. Sergiy почувствовал, that her skin is soft, tender... and incredibly cold. What I'm sorry for? - he didn’t understand, trying to free my hand. But he didn’t have time to finish, as a powerful electric current rushed through his body. The world around me exploded with blinding light, and voices began to sound in my head, like someone turned the radio on full blast. To be continued…

worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad body, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits