Correcting God We will make you happy, we will make you happy, we will make you happy.
"Otroki in the Universe", 1974, by R. Viktorov
"Distortion" - what is it? "Distortion" - what exactly? Minds. Your consciousness.
What percentage of the brain do we use for life? One of the voiced versions, allegedly attributed almost to Albert Einstein himself, says - no more than 10%. Proceeding from this postulate, humanity is a crumb, dragging on its shoulders a powerful computer system, but using only a keyboard, and a text editor for everyday use. Nothing more. Interesting, isn't it? There's a lot to think about. And that’s what “speculation” is all about in science fiction. The topic is almost limitless for scripts, films, shocking audiences.
Although it is fair to say that the scientific world refutes this thesis – each part of the brain has a certain function. No areas of the brain not involved were found. Only damage is able to localize the "idleness" of individual areas.
Our attention is to the life of an ordinary man. A conscientious performer at work. Office “plankton”, as we say now about people who spend most of their time behind a computer screen. He's over forty. He's been in the company for eight years. There is no family, his sullenness and gloom are his guarantee. Colleagues, tie jackets, frankly teasing him like a white crow. The seal of flour in his eyes. Silent reproach in response to provocations. All in myself. Asthenically unsociable. Cold.
A brother who was close to his heart died in Iraq. And consciousness again and again flashes his face, reproducing footage newsreels. Was and isn't now. Life stopped, life stopped. Silent conversation by making a decision. It's time to end this whole thing. How? Step on the windowsill, flight in spades, the extinguishing mud of the mind is foregone? There you go.
Hospital room, bed, bandages, IV. No, my dear, the world is not ready to let you go so easily. Someone in the “heavenly office” put in a word for you – you are again implanted in the reality of being. Fears? Visions? Memories? Alas, they haven't gone anywhere. It's part of you. It's you. We have to move on. Do you doubt that's possible? All right, let's try to help you. The experimental laboratory is ready to provide support. What is it? If in a nutshell - scanning consciousness, detection of "fire" foci, radiation treatment of high-efficiency devices, complex spectral beams of activation in various directions. In other words, irritating-tiring reduce to “no”, “implant” euphoria. Sounds promising, but I'm sorry, I didn't save money for this. No money, science and experiment will cover everything. And the deal is done.
What's on the way out? Psychotropic weapons? Yes, the pendulum swung in this direction.
The gray crowd of personnel will be gray. Slow development of the plot by slow clumsiness. Stone faces without emotional coloring deepening the overall impression. What is it? A masterpiece of minimalism or a film from the category of low-budget cinema? But try to guess. The presentation of material in the spirit of the 80s - the aesthetic of a return to the past? Or an asphalt-free roadside? Both.
7 out of 10