Dr. Noir: cutting off extra pieces of a beautiful soul.

“New”, “crazy”-these words reminded me of one old friend, once long ago, fate divorced us on different sides of science … His name was Manul. From ten, he cooked the most vigorous drink, from which the whole district was torn to pieces. At eighteen, he hit the chemical faculty of nuclear technology. Since then, the fate of the world depends on the directness of his hands: one wrong movement, and the end of the world will come in the flame of a thermonuclear mushroom. And his hands are real paws … But the world, oddly enough, still exists. Yes, such a person can help, at least I believed in this.

When I woke up the next day, a shaky thought hit my head: maybe it was a dream, a terrible obsession, the radiance of dirty mind. But the melody of concrete streets on my phone made me remember what a feeling of bitterness and despondency is. The hope for an easy outcome was flattened under the burden of severe reality.

Having met with the patient around noon, we headed to Manul. A guy of about twenty-two, in a white robe, burned in the chest area of ​​one god with well-known chemicals, met us, and something in it was. Something that allowed my brain to instill a sense of faith, a feeling of hope that we will succeed. Perhaps this is his trustworthy, crazy green-brown eyes, looking through the pince-nez into the soul itself. And perhaps this is a delicate aroma of unknown broadcasts that exuded his robe.

We connected the patient to research equipment, then Mulin began to conduct a survey. Although, in my opinion, it was a real interrogation in the best traditions of the medieval inquisition: Manul bites into the very essence, at first discouraging, distracting the attention of the patient, forcing him to expose a soft, vulnerable mental abdomen, and then accurately and accurately pierced him with sharp fangs of the right question.

– You say you can’t play? – Mulus asked cynically.
“That’s right,” the patient answered.
– And what is the problem?
– That is?
– Well, you can’t, don’t play. What is the trouble?
– In terms of?
– Why are you playing? Why do you want to play?
-I somehow didn’t think.
– Didn’t you think that you have grown the game? And your desire to play is nothing more than an ordinary habit?

This question stunned the patient. He thought about it, and I. Do I play myself because I used to play? Isn’t the game the same routine part of my life as work? Under the weight of the internal conflict, I began to sink in the abysses of sadness, very little, and the abyss of melancholy would have absorbed me forever. Suddenly, the patient grabbed me with his answer and dragged me to the shore of calm and harmony:

– No, the game is not a habit for me! Games have something more! Imagine that you are a pianist. You feel that you really live only at the time of the game. When you play mushroom, become one with music, feel it not only with your ears, but with your whole body and soul. You, music, Piano at this moment become a single creature, one is the continuation of the other. An endless cycle, like a urobor – a serpent biting its tail. Now imagine, suddenly you lost your hands, deaf. Became “blind” to music. You could live normally after that? I – no, but this is what happened to me. This is what games are for me!

Mulus fell silent. His face became gloomy and thoughtful, it seemed that the darkness was enveloped in his head. But his eyes burned with a hell of thousands of exploding stars. He smiled slyly, exposing long sharp fangs, and then patted the patient’s shoulder.

-Ha ha ha, bravo! – Manul slammed. I expected a similar answer! Well done! You are your man! I will help you! We will help you! You will be healthy! – Mulin said encouragingly, dropping the larva of the cynic and showing himself the present.

The time has come for the brainstorming. Manul painted bizarre Playmillion Casino review graphs, put risky chemical experiments, blew up something, scalded him. This spurred the pulsation of neural networks, Manul immediately began to write chaotic equations, found a solution to the theorem of the farm, divided it a couple of times and opened a new isomer of ethyl alcohol. The patient was amazed to observe this light. I was sitting on a sofa and quietly absorbed a whiskar. Pouring another glass to half, I looked through it at the patient: the bizarre game of Light suffered his appearance. Reality seemed to hint: everything is not what it seems at first glance. A distorted image is an illusion, so they teach in schools. But is it really so? Where does the illusion come from if a glass, whiskey, and the patient is real? Reality for reality gives an illusion? And that there is an illusion in essence? Perhaps there is no illusion, but there is only reality from a different angle? As prisms divides white light into a rainbow, so my glass shows other facets of reality: bizarre, unusual, attractive.

“Eh, to create a reality where he would be healthy,” I said quietly out loud.
– In terms of? – asked Manul.

– Yes, with your own hands would create a world where he would be healthy.

– Artificial reality? You’re talking about the virtual world?
– The virtual world? Eureka! – I cried out unrestrainedly, literally spitting out the impulse from the subcortical substance.

Virtual reality should become a certain mental prosthesis of the senses for our friend. After all, he, first of all, lost the ability to feel games! The usual facets of the world could no longer interest him, but virtual reality is another point of view, another vision, other feelings. – We need to try a helmet of virtual reality – Oculus Rift!

Its significance seemed above all, because it was in it that the whole fullness of comfort, novelty, part -time innovative technologies and high molecular weight perfection was felt. Literally immediately the patient had a spark in his eyes, the luster, hitherto unheard of me, the hope of the return of the lost power – craving for games.HillCrest 3DOF with a standard survey frequency of 1000 Hz, display resolution 1920 × 1080 and weight about 380 grams pressed on the subconscious, there was a risk, but the eradication of the disease is above all! Here he is! Powerful, beautiful.

“My lovely,” Mulin said, having shifted over his head Oculus. And then lowered it to the patient’s head. Finger click, and the device turned on. Here it is, here it is – the hope of a quick cure for an unknown disease! So it seemed to us until that moment …

Suddenly, the guy had a sharp nausea and vomiting, pulse and heartbeat became more frequent, the heart rate reached 140 strokes per minute. The heart rhythm scale on the ECG apparatus began to give crazy impulses in the picture, the same rhythms at that moment arose with Manul. Seeing how the boy who came to me came to me just yesterday, his heart was about to refuse…. it was urgent to do something!

The injection of adrenaline in the fifth intercostal space on the left returned the patient to us, and at the same time freedom to further action.

Waking up the next morning, burdened with a long and moderate fume, we continued to storm the true feelings – a damn mind of our minds. From seven in the morning until five in the evening we looked through the most carbon monoxide, flyers, cyperpunshi, tested the ultra-modern Gametrix Jetseat KW-901 vibro-monk, but everything was in vain. Our dear and loved character did not give out a drop of enthusiasm, sitting down at the playing chair again.

I decided to add an isotonic-lumpinogenic mixture (cooked according to the Mal’s Secret Recipe) intravenously inkidly, after which the patient began a short-term craving for the gaming process. Twenty minutes, no more, but given that there were no positive results before, Manul and I decided that it was insignificant, but victory.In a fit of the next night brainstorming assault with Viskar and Bourbon, Manul and I finally made an accurate diagnosis. This is gamer dysfancy (impotence), in addition, the patient has a complication in the form of a passive gamer syndrome.

Gamer dysfunction is the dysfoon of pleasure in which the volume of game information received, its hardness and directness do not affect the production of the hormone of happiness, as a result of which the volume of pleasure is sharply reduced.

Passive gamer syndrome (LNG) – a disease characterized by prolonged apathy to games, not eliminated even after a long rest. The occurrence of LNG is associated with the development of neurosis of the central regulatory centers of the autonomic nervous system, due to inhibition of the activity of the zone responsible for the brake processes.

The players stops working as the subcutian-sympathetic part of the pericardium, which helps to slow down the production of proglucorticosteroids. At the same time, players lose their attraction, stop playing games, they only look (streams, flyers). Moreover, using all kinds of okulus rifts, muvas, kinectes … For them it is only virtually Viagra … They get short -term pleasure, and then it all starts first. How, you say, you can explain the reason, that is, etiology? Everything is very simple – people overshadowed, the games turned into “converseness”, press x that, rifles, post -shooters, kinzo – the list can be continued endlessly. The neurons of the brain that are responsible for the perception of games are arranged in such a way that they require a constant upgrade. Upon the receipt of monotonous information, the metaphysis cells actually stop living and give the body endorphin.

The sad-house evening was drawing to an end, we all became friends, discussed the latest news of the gaming industry, argued about which of the doctors who was cooler, rejoiced at the discovery of gravitational waves, and then Manulu came up with the idea to drink the last bottle of thirteen years of hope for the best. He climbed into the closet, when he suddenly discovered a stack of old antediluvian discs, hidden from his knowledge for years. Buried under a ten -year layer of dust, they were like the mummies of the pharaohs: forgotten, majestic, ancient. We became their twists. Holding the discs, there was a strange feeling in the soul: these games are masterpieces for all times, our peers. What to cunning – Manul and I grew up on them! But our friend did not know about their existence at all. Something important in his life was simply lost – simply because he was born at another time. Disorder, we decided to fix it! After all, fate itself threw us a great chance to resurrect the inner greatness of our friend.

We started our experimental therapy with the games of the nineties – the beginning of the zero years. The effect surpassed all the most daring expectations! At first, the patient torn the drugs, he was embarrassed by bitter graphics, severe gameplay, but then addiction developed, and after dependence. It was impossible to tear it off from the gameplay! It was a victory, a victory over his beliefs, fears, illusions!

Just think: a couple of days ago, the next maniac a pervert, trying, like many others before him, rape my soul, suck time, take time, injure feelings, without skimping into ways and manner of fulfillment. And what in the end? He opened my eyes to me, touched, it seemed that the long -rotten parts of my soul. His problem became my problem. Having healed him, I healed myself. I finally remembered why I went to the doctor – I wanted to help people. This is the main reason why I’m here! Help others! Balm to see the soul how he plays again, rejoices, lives! We have overcame this difficult path together. We have become different. It doesn’t matter how you go with a scalpel along the way: along or across. The only important thing is that he is aimed at helping: not to injure, but to cure. This is my story.

Authors: Sergey Manulov, Dmitry Krylov.Editor: Anna VesperDesign: Vadim Dementiev