[saberint]

моя первая полноценная работа, которую хочу все таки добить

Скрытый текст - немного английского:

Meltdown mind ID.
No regrets, no sorrows, no surrender, no limits what May stop you to bring your tasks.

Make war no peace.
let old world dies in flames, to create new one.
burn all bridges behind to find new way.
Hell bells rigs around.
Your soul and mind immerse in darkness.
So struggle to survive yourself
Take gun and shoot with no fear.

Release explosive rage
Devil horse rushing at full steam.
The end of state.
The Midnight street was drowned in Rain. The 29-year-old man stood under the awning, looking at his bloodied hands, glitches blurring his vision. How could it happen. His right bio mechanical eye given some failures. Organic Electronic retina cannot give ideal clear image in half-darkness so he had to deal with it. Electronic cornea projected advanced reality interface trough polymer glassy fluid with some artifacts. 'Пора с этим кончать' hi think, but strong headache almost takes him down. When his recovered in consciousness the Programmable semi organic multicore CPU unit was integrated in organic Electronic system board, what was installed in high durable composite slab implanted in Base of the skull start throttling. He hated himself, his life and all was associated with his past. Almost broken, but some think holds him away from suicide, may be own will. Turned left eye Milosz look around himself because electro active polymer engine in right eye still not perfect such as nature muscle.
Many Led lanterns illuminated avenue with cold White Light casting blurring interference shadows. Crossing the road Milosz approached to Electronic store. In frosted glass of showcase was visible semitransparent reflection of young man Medium height, solid build, dressed in tactical long silver rip stop polo with combat cargo pants and tracking shoes. An empty holster hung on the carabineer of a single strap backpack. On the top of the strap there was a free magnetic sheath for corvo atakameno knife (Chilean commandos gear).
' Настало время вернуть утраченное' he watched TV screen through glass of showcase what showed another talk show.
-Эти уроды не знают что их ждёт впереди и какой будет их конец.
Those People whose he watched tried made him cyber morph unstoppable death machine. He put his left wrist was as if shackled in an armored glove, under a transparent sealed polymer casing, divided into several independent sections, numerous nanotube chokes filled with conductive gel with fine particles were stretched, as well as bundles of electroactive polymer, fixed to a frame made of composite materials, on which a system of attachments for attachments was viewed.

The fiery shadows full of ashes and smokes comes in sight around Milosz.
"You are one of us, Rasmus. Join us , you are cannot escape from us ". He looks around, no one stand near ex PMC tier operator. Just a random passer was in a hurry to return home. When Milosz put him self in order morning has come in city. He put the holster and scabbard into the backpack because а police patrol was passing by along the street. Now its time to move on.Loosen up well Milosz headed to the side of central district

пока пишу сюда , может появятся еще идеи
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