Randoman: I sometimes died in a dream, and it was pretty scary and... unpleasant... difficult to describe those feelings. But the dream was more interesting, sadly only remembered the essence. In short, in a dream I was already a field of death, and, I know it strangely, there were people, but they were not people, that is, as if they were already dead, but somehow alive. You can say souls, but they looked like people. No one could talk to anyone. They just stood quietly waiting... waiting for a single computer to be released. And then someone next approached and compiled his "cell". It is like preparing for rebirth. In the cell it was necessary to set up a neural network, the main events something else, short your fate, and who you will be in general (very interesting - the saturation of your life with pleasant events, and unpleasant too, completely depended on your imagination, as if you could even write miracles). But the trick is that the computer is an old one, constantly grumbling and making mistakes that the compilation failed. And then they were offered a choice: try to run the cell or repeat the compilation. But nobody was able to compile without mistakes, and what happened, they started. That’s all I remember...