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Hey everyone! It's such an honor knowing you're holding this book – my first one, the one I've been dreaming about forever. As a newbie author, I've poured my heart and soul into it, and I really hope it resonates with you.
Please be kind – I know it's not perfect, but I gave it my all. I'd love to hear what you think, any comments, wishes, or feedback! Drop me a line at [email protected] – your opinion really matters.
If you dig this story, I promise the sequel won't keep you waiting long!
And, of course, I have to thank the people who were there for me on this wild ride.
Zhanna K., my first reader and best friend forever! Your support was priceless.
Mom, my first editor! This story wouldn't be the same without you. Thanks for your keen eye and wise advice.
Anastassiya C., thanks to you, the main character is who she is! Your contribution to her creation is invaluable.
Tatyana M., thanks for your support and comments. I really appreciate it!
And, of course, thank you, my future readers! Thank you for your interest and for giving me a chance.
A small but important note: While the images of some characters are inspired by real people, this book is a work of fiction. All events and characters are a figment of my imagination, and any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.
Chapter 1
A throbbing in her head pressed against her temples, like a vise squeezing her skull. Nia opened her eyes and tried to focus on the gray, rough wall right in front of her. An alley. Dark, unfamiliar, smelling of machine oil and something sickly sweet. She was lying on the cold ground, feeling the dampness seeping through the thin fabric of her pink skirt.
A skirt… Pink? She instinctively tugged at the hem. And a bluish top with weird patterns. This isn't my style, she thought. But what was her style? Her mind was a blank. Not a single thought, not a single memory. Who am I? How did I get here? her mind raced.
Nearby, on the ground, lay a small bag, more like a stylish clutch than something practical. Instinct told her the bag belonged to her. Gathering her last strength, Nia got up, wobbling, and grabbed the bag. Light, weightless. As if there was nothing in it.
The throbbing intensified, joined by some muffled sounds – either voices or the screech of metal. Without figuring out what was happening, Nia shuffled out of the alley, trying to stay in the shadows. I need to get out of here. I need to figure out where I am. And who the hell am I? That single thought pounded in her head.
Emerging from the alley, Nia froze, staring in awe at the scene before her. A city. But not like she imagined it. Or rather, like she thought she imagined it. Tall, warped buildings, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow. Flying cars darting between them like fireflies. Huge screens broadcasting unimaginable images.
This isn't my world. She knew it in her gut. But whose is it then? Surprise turned to anxiety. Where is everyone? Why is no one noticing me? She was like a ghost in this shimmering, but cold city. Gathering the remnants of her will, Nia stepped into the nearest building. A large hall filled with people, or rather, their imitations. All were glued to screens hanging right in front of their faces or manipulating something with their fingers in the air. No one talked, laughed, or paid attention to each other. They moved like programmed robots, each in their own digital world.
Nia walked along the wall, trying not to attract attention, feeling alien and lost. She peered into the windows of strange little shops, trying to understand what they were selling. Some glowing capsules, strange devices with lots of buttons, food that looked like colorful plasticine. The prices were listed in some incomprehensible symbols: "50 TM," "100 TM." What was that? Currency? But it meant nothing to her. In one of the windows, between the glowing capsules and the plasticine-food, she saw her reflection. Long chestnut hair, slightly below her waist, framed an oval face. Large brown eyes, now full of bewilderment, usually probably sparkled with laughter. A delicate, slightly upturned nose and sensual lips – she was beautiful, even in this ridiculous outfit.
Despair crept in. She was completely alone in this alien, indifferent world. I need to find out something about myself, about how I got here. Finding a secluded corner, Nia sat down on a bench and opened the bag with trembling hands. Inside, there wasn't much: a slim wallet, a strange-looking key, something like a flash drive, and a holographic photograph.
The photograph was of her, but she looked different. Her hair was braided in an intricate style, her face held a confident smile, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. She was dressed in comfortable, loose clothing made of some soft fabric, clearly designed for active movement. They were sitting on the edge of a cliff, admiring the sunset. And next to her was someone with short, light brown hair. Their gender was hard to determine. Their features simultaneously read as masculine and delicate. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder and looked more like close friends than lovers. There was something about this person's eyes… something complex. A mixture of strength, tenderness, and a deep sadness.
As Nia examined the photograph, the silence of the hall was shattered by a sharp, piercing sound, like an alarm. Everyone around seemed to come to life as if on cue. People, like soldiers, synchronously rose from their seats and, without saying a word, headed in different directions. Some went to the exit; others, on the contrary, rushed to some workstations equipped with complex instruments and screens. Nia was bewildered. What's going on? What should I do?
Instinct told her it was best not to stand out. She stood up and looked around, trying to figure out where the main flow of people was moving. Some of them were heading towards the exit, apparently having finished their work. Others, on the contrary, were taking their places and starting to do something, immersing themselves in screens and instruments. Nia noticed that no one was talking to each other; everyone was communicating through some invisible channels. This world was both technological and frighteningly soulless.
Deciding that it would be best to observe someone, Nia chose a middle-aged man in a gray jumpsuit who confidently headed to one of the workstations. He didn't look suspicious and paid no attention to her. Nia began to follow him, trying to keep her distance and not attract attention. Where is he going? And what is he doing there? Maybe this will help me find out something about this strange place and about myself, she thought.
The man approached a complex apparatus, resembling a hybrid of a computer and medical equipment. He put some kind of helmet on his head and stared at the screen. Nia stopped a short distance away, watching him. What is he doing? Who is he communicating with? And what is this apparatus?
Nia continued to observe from afar, trying to decipher what the man was doing. He sat motionless, with his eyes closed, and some symbols and graphics flashed on the screen in front of him. "Something like an electroencephalogram," Nia thought, though she had no idea where she knew that from. Maybe this is a memory from a past life?
Suddenly, some more understandable images appeared on the screen – snippets of memories, vague faces, some places. Nia froze, mesmerized, watching the screen. Is this what I think it is? Is this apparatus reading minds? Can it help me remember who I am?
Curiosity got the better of her. Nia moved closer, trying to make out the details on the screen. She reached out to touch the image and accidentally bumped into a wire. The apparatus made a loud crackling noise, and the man flinched, tearing the helmet off his head. He turned sharply and stared at Nia with obvious irritation.
The man hissed, rushing toward her.
– You broke my connection! Who are you, and what do you want here?
Nia stepped back, looking at the man with fear. He was clearly not in the mood for jokes. "What do I do now? Lie? Run? Or try to explain who I am? But will he believe me? And what will happen if I tell the truth?" Her thoughts raced.
At that moment, two guards in black uniforms appeared in the hall. They quickly headed towards them,