Philosophical SF · Prose · Poetry
Philosophical science fiction, short stories, and poetry by Vadim P. Chernyshev
More about the authorI don’t write to explain the world. I write to ask it a question it cannot leave unanswered.
The story has its own, separate plot, being an original continuation of the author’s ideas, expressed by him in the fantastic story “THE GAP”. The book provides food for thought and uniquely answers questions about the world order at the present stage of development of the human race.
Was there a word first? No, first there was a code! Everything we know, see, feel, everything we call life is based on the code of the creator. This is not sacred information and many people know about it or at least have heard about it. In the story “The Demiurge Code” the author talks about what you haven’t heard and what is happening right now. How should we feel about this? You can take it into service, you can see something for yourself, or you can just read interesting science fiction, non-binding fiction. Good luck in your search for the unknown, my reader!
The fantastic story “The Breach” is about good and evil, about the soul and soullessness, about the eternal hope for the best. It tells the story of the fate of a young starship pilot who finds himself in a whirlpool of fatal events on a galactic scale.
The city of soul transition, as esotericists called it, was more like a train station. Being in the system of distribution of consciousnesses as a septic tank, Murtville lived his life, not attracting the attention of either higher powers or those who were here for a short time. But, there are enterprising minds everywhere. For some the station, and for others opportunities. It was Murtville who recently found himself at the epicenter of terrible rumors about karma eaters. The name is conditional, but there is something in it. Some realized that by interrupting the cycle of rebirth and preventing the soul from leaving the dimension, it was possible to acquire an army of slaves, experience and energy until the end of the annihilation of the universe. The terrible ritual did not bode well for the one who performed it, nor for the one on whom it was performed. But the former, in case of avoiding justice, acquired unheard of dividends. And when what was purchased became an object of trade, the higher-ups could not turn a blind eye to it.
The traveler wanders in an endless labyrinth of gigantic trees, where the laws of three-dimensional geometry are intertwined with the nature of time.
A tangible darkness thickens in the room, through which flickering threads of memories and revelations of invisible worlds appear.
A wounded forest visitor on the porch of an old veterinarian turns into a guide into the depths of nocturnal awareness.
An ironic morning conversation between a cat and a witch about human weaknesses, saving oblivion and the severity of memory.
Шорох мыслей разбудил в заснеженной ночи Сердца стук, томление, отзвук чистой страсти Влажных губ касание, ладонь, тепло, молчи Заструилась кровь, порвав мой сон на части
Туманной дымкой осень вечер одевает Сырой листвой тоска пахнула из окна Огнем поленьев светотень в душе играет Камин, бокал вина, блаженство, тишина
Трагедия, когда у власти параноик Когда тирану все равно кто прав Не изменить мозгов его настроек Настойкой сильнодействующих трав
