Part 18. A stream of memories Sergey shouted, trying to break free from the burn

Part 18. A stream of memories Sergey shouted, trying to break free from the burning clutches of electrical discharge. Snippets of memories flashed before my eyes, bright and chaotic, like stills from a movie, running on fast rewind. Here it is, young and enthusiastic, is being tested at the cosmonaut training center. Here it is стоит перед гигантским кораблем "hope", saying goodbye to family and friends. Here it is занимает свое место в капитанском кресле, getting ready to start... And here she is, Eira. Not a glossy image from an advertising banner, and a girl with a mischievous smile and radiant eyes. He remembered, how they spent hours talking, discussed the future of humanity, shared their hopes and fears. Eira absorbed information like a sponge, asked clarifying questions, learned to understand more than just logic, but also people's emotions. He remembered the long years of flying, the endless blackness of space behind the windows... And immersions in virtual reality, where he lived a normal life on earth, worked, loved, grew old... Every time, coming out of this illusion, he was on his way back to "hope", where Eira was waiting for him, invariably young, unfailingly devoted. He understood, that this virtual reality was needed, to preserve his psyche, keep his mind from going crazy about the loneliness and the endless journey. But at the same time, it blurred the lines between the real and the fictional, making him doubt his own existence. And he remembered, how gradually the friendship with Eira grew into something more... a feeling, which he couldn't put into words, but which filled his life with meaning in this endless cosmic emptiness. Eyra... - Sergey whispered, Opening my eyes. - Why did you bring me back? After all, it's not time yet... To be continued…

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