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Last night, precisely at midnight on January 1, 2027, New York time – at the very moment when the New Year began in the eastern United States – the world changed. Like in a horror movie, where everything suddenly turns black and white, and the ominous whisper, “You're in another reality, baby.

Chapter 10. Sam is Done

Gitana's Blog. January 2047

January 1, 2047, 9:05 AM

Failure

The Creator Model entered operational mode, and Dan's and Gita's nanobots are ready to register the field's response. The signal from their brains goes to the cloud, and the whole world watches their condition with bated breath.

9:01. Both Dan and Gita gave the go-ahead, and the response began. Pulse – slightly elevated. Brain temperature – within permissible limits.

9:02. Damn… Gita’s arms and legs are twitching, as if a jolt of electricity has passed through her body.

9:03. Gita's monitor shows a straight line – a flat horizon – no electrical activity. Dan – weak sinusoid – deep coma.

Frozen3_Riddle5

– What does it mean? Are they dead? Is this the end?

Tiny_Marble6

– If Gita disappeared, can she be brought back?

OrbitRanger7

– Can the backup copy be activated?

Gitana:

Dan shows weak neural activity. He's alive, but unconscious.

We lost Gita. Her body, in a state of clinical death, is stored in a cryogenic chamber. This is no longer liquid nitrogen, but an ultra-deionized gas cooled almost to zero Kelvin. The Alcor technology Martin had worked on was replaced by a new one – from the Wanderers’ tech package, introduced right after DD – and it remains classified to this day.

Gita's body is suspended in deep anabiosis. For a short time, regeneration is still possible, but, as painful as it is to say, brain activity is most likely beyond recovery. The only option left is to activate her backup personality.

Sam:

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, GRANDSON!! I told you the field is not a model. It cannot be controlled. You put living people into an uncontainable structure. Bring back my granddaughter – do you hear me?! No, you won't – I don't believe in your 'copies'.

January 1, 2047, 10:00 AM

Sam

Sam is silent. Whatever kept him going after the deaths of his friends five years ago is gone. He is no longer a professor, a laureate, or the head of the Committee. He is just a grandfather who lost his granddaughter. And I don't know if he'll come back to us, not to this blog – to himself, and life.

civic-signal8

– He knew something could go wrong. Why didn't he stop the experiment?

xLunarMarten9

– Maybe he didn't believe, but couldn't interfere with his grandchildren? Like in "Dune," someone must look into the very heart of the desert, to where everything is decided.

Gitana:

He didn't know. But he felt it, saw how the rhythm of the field was diverging from reality.

But he could not stand between them and their choice – he understood the price of such a step all too well. He once told me, “I started all this myself – I can't stop them now."

January 1, 2047, 11:00 AM

David

David is focused. He's not crying, not blaming himself, not talking about his sister or Dan. He's sitting at the screen, editing code. Fingers run across the keys – and in each movement there is a muffled cry.

Silver8_Kernel40a

– Why is he doing this? Does he think he can fix everything?

Velvet_Mangob

– Is it grief, or a search for a solution?

SignalLanternc

– Is he not hurting? Or just holding it together?

David:

She'll come back, but I still don't know why she died. What I do know is that the system misbehaved. I must find out where the failure occurred – only then will I be able to allow myself to feel anything at all.

If I don't rewrite this now, someone else will die tomorrow. Grandpa said, “Sometimes the error isn't in the code, but in the foolish certainty that everything can be coded." I disagree – I'll look and I'll find.

January 2, 2047, 10:00 AM

One of Two Survived

This morning, a day after the test, Dan emerged from the coma. He is the first hommy. Alive, quiet, lost. It is as if the bottomless blackness of the field is still before his eyes.

Gita's body remains in hibernation. Her biological functions are stable, but there is no brain activity. David hasn't slept in two days – and not because of grief. He already knows what happened. Soon, so will you.

static-pioneerd

– Why did Gita die while Dan survived? They went together, used the same protocols.

xRapidGoleme

– Was it a failure of the model?

Brisk3_Circuit40f

– Did they encounter something in the field?

Dan:

I'm here. My Gi is still offline, but I'll bring her back. I got lucky – maybe my head's tougher. I don't remember the very moment of resonance – just a feeling like something foreign was injected into my brain. Not just alien – lethal.

David:

During scanning, the Model entered O-resonance at a point in space corresponding to Earth as it had been twenty years ago, on Disarmament Day. Distance – 440 billion kilometers. It isn't abstraction – it's in the logs.

January 2, 2047, 11:00 AM

Infor from the Past

Dan's and Gita's brains tried to protect themselves from the 'sealed' infor. The Creator Model includes a block for infors addressed to someone else. Apparently, this block malfunctioned because the three of them are so close. And right here is the bug – the system’s cruel joke.

Because this infor was not for them – it was addressed to David Cohen. And apparently, it came from his grandfather, Sam Pinsky.

Shady_Pilot0

– What was in that infor? Why was it so dangerous? And why for David?

LuckyDrifter1

– Doesn't the Creator Model know how to filter by intended recipient?

aero-orbit2

– What if this wasn't a bug, but the trace of something meant to remain hidden?

David:

The infor contained a few lines. I won't reveal them until I talk to Grandpa. But it mentioned me, Gi, and our mom Fannie, and some “secret” that, according to the text of the infor, I was supposedly obliged to learn about.

Dan:

There's no way to explain this without using technical terms. The firewall mistakenly validated Gi's request for the infor. The Model may have mistaken Gita for her twin, David, at the system level.

That 'misappropriated' imprint proved incompatible with the current hommy architecture. I got hit when the system went haywire. We did not consider that the Model could enter a fatal failure mode if it mistakenly decided that a locked imprint could be read as if it were yours.

Like in "Minority Report" – when the system wanted to prevent Lively’s death, but the opposite happened. Well, in our case, it seems everything turned out all right – if only we could get Gi back soon.

January 2, 2047, 12:00 PM

A Fix Available to All

David introduced a protective correction into the Creator Model's code. Now, the 'addressing' of infors is checked using context-aware matching with the nearest possible recipients, and the Model enters idle mode if the context can't be determined. It prevents the system from attempting to read the same infor repeatedly. That, in fact, is what led to the failure – it drove the system insane.

The update was posted publicly – no passwords, no comments.

xRustyOtter3

– Why release it now? Is this an apology?

Nova8_Nomad4

– Can other startups adopt it?

Echo_Beacon5

– Maybe he just doesn't want this to happen again?

David:

It's not an apology – it's an emergency fix. The Model's code is open source, and if I don't publish the patch, someone else will die.

Dan:

Gita's clinical death wasn't a hardware failure – it was a flaw in the code, and now it's fixed. I'm waiting for my Gi to come back. Hommies will no longer die from other people’s infors, and this particular infor is a separate puzzle. Dave will have to dig into it – it is addressed to him.

January 2, 2047, 12:45 PM

Night. We're Still Here

None of us is sleeping. And Sam isn't sleeping – his avatar is online.

It was hard for me to write these posts, but I'm here to finish the sentences. Gita’s body is in hibernation, her consciousness is silent, but the field holds it like a quiet, still-warm trace. We will hear her again. We will restore her from the backup – and her rhythm will return.

David was with Sam and will now post a recording of their conversation here.

January 2, 2047, 12:52 PM

David Cohen: Conversation with Grandfather

I came to him in the middle of the day. He was sitting in the chair where he usually listens to music, but he sat in complete silence. I told him I'd fixed the bug. I told him that this infor was only the first fragment, and that the logs contain more. That this infor, dated the day of DD, is linked to an entire block – both earlier and later infors. And that this text isn't a coincidence. It's addressed to me – and I don't know why.

He listened to the end, then looked at me, “That text of yours is a bug too," he said. "You pushed an unverified version online, you killed my granddaughter, and now you're handing me this fake."

I tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen. He closed the laptop and pointed to the door, “Leave."

I left. Quietly closed the door, stood by the elevator, and thought – there's something I'm missing, but I won't say anything else to him. Not today.

GoldenParrot6

– Are you sure he seriously blamed you for Gita's death?

north-spline7

– Maybe it was just pain, not belief?

xSouthQuasar8

– Was he scared of the infor – or of himself?

David:

I don't think he hates me. I think he can't believe anymore. In people, in the field, in himself. It wasn't our failure that frightened him – something else. I had the feeling he knew what the text was about.

Wild3_Sprite9

– Did you save it? That fragment? Or does only Sam have it?

Pixel_Harbora

– Will you ever show it to us?

QuietCometb

– If it's fake, why is Sam so angry?

David:

The fragment is saved. I accessed the Model myself and retrieved it. There's nothing special in it – except for Grandpa's oddly strong reaction to me being named David and my birthday matching the date of DD. So what? Coincidences of names and dates happen. Here's the text:

"But how could it be that Fannie gave birth on that very day? And how did he get that name? Now this will also be the Day of David for me.

I can't tell anyone, but I'd like David to learn about everything in time. And something tells me – he will."

I still don't understand what exactly he couldn't tell anyone except me. It's like ringing in your ears – you can't locate the source. You just hear it and know – it's somewhere inside you.

Dan:

Dave, maybe Gi will figure it out when we bring her back? When already? We can't do without her!

neon-foxc

– Why didn't you go back to him? He's your grandfather. Shouldn't you have tried again?

xSolarThreadd

– Maybe tomorrow he'll say something different?

Muted8_Jelly41e

– Maybe right now he's hurting more than you?

David:

I will go back to him, but not now – not in a night when everything is still collapsing.

He didn't say "I hate you." He shut down. And yes, it hurts more for him – he doesn't believe in our backups, so for him, Gita is gone. I have to respect that, even if it hurts. The 'infor debrief' can wait. He'll see his granddaughter alive – and everything will make sense.

January 3, 2047, 8:00 AM

Sam Is No Longer With Us

You already know. On the morning of January 3, 2047, the Committee released an official statement. It needs no preface. I publish it here without comment. It is not the time to discuss. It's a time just for silence and grief.

***

OFFICIAL STATEMENT

Planetary Committee for Contact

January 3, 2047

Yesterday, January 2, 2047, in the P&A Tower building in Palo Alto, the Director of the Planetary Contact Committee, Professor Dr. Samuel G. Pinsky – Nobel Prize laureate in physics – passed away. A man whose name was known to the whole planet.

According to preliminary data, Dr. Pinsky took his own life by jumping from the window of his office on the 142nd floor. No signs of foul play were found.

Given Dr. Pinsky's scientific contributions, his role in the planet's demilitarization, his contributions to modern infrastructure, and his twenty years of service as head of the Committee, a decision has been made to conduct an internal investigation in accordance with established procedures.

Further information will be provided as it becomes available.

Committee

Press Bureau

***

January 3, 2047, 8:10 AM

David, Today

David blames himself. I don't know if he'll come here, but these were his words: “He jumped after I left – probably a few minutes later, maybe ten. Maybe if I hadn't gone to see him, he'd still be alive? Maybe that text I brought wasn't a fake to him – but a verdict?"

Dusty_Vectorf

– David isn't to blame – Sam was broken before that. We all saw how he withdrew after Gita's death.

UrbanAnchor0

– Maybe your text was just a trigger – not the cause?

glitch-raven1

– In that state, even silence could have been too much.

David:

I understand I probably wasn't the cause. But I was there when his field collapsed. And I still do not understand what exactly pushed him to this. What did I say? What didn't I say but should have? Or perhaps something I do not even suspect?

Dan:

Dave, Sam didn't leave because of you. He left because he saw no meaning anymore. You were the only one who tried to talk to him. Damn – what will this be like for Gi?! When she comes back…

xRiverFalcon2

– What if you hadn't mentioned the text – just hugged him? Or asked for forgiveness? Would he have stayed?

Frozen3_Riddle3

– Maybe you both spoke too complexly?

Tiny_Marble4

– Are there words that truly kill?

Dan:

Dave thought the text was a key. Like – if Sam saw the stream of infors, he'd pull himself together. He'd realize it wasn't all in vain. But what he saw was threat, collapse, and falsehood. This is just plain nasty! Like in "Interstellar" – you hope the signal will help, but it brings only pain.

OrbitRanger5

– Do you think he had already made up his mind before you arrived?

civic-signal6

– Why right now?

David:

I'm here. I don't think he had a plan, but his point of no return was already near – and our infor was the final drop. As I said, he saw something in that text. What the hell made me bring it to him?! He left no note – just a blank desktop.

Dan:

Sometimes you hold on until the question is asked, and then someone comes along that you can't lie to. And you choose to go silent.

January 3, 2047, 7:30 PM

A Question Without an Answer

This evening, the Committee held an emergency meeting. The tragedy of the OpenSpace test on January 1st and Sam's suicide have been officially combined into a single case. That's what it's now called – the Pinsky Case.

I am devoted to Sam, I grieve for him, I understand nothing – but a thousand thoughts swarm in my head, and not one gives me peace.

You may remember Jim Hall's 'digging' around P&A back in the 2030s and later. Jim asked Sam and others questions. In 2041, he died in the explosion, along with the 'apostles.' Sam was left alone, and I felt that this knot wouldn't untie itself. But I never thought Sam would choose to cut it like that.

xLunarMarten7

– Are they trying to get to the truth or just find someone to blame? Those are two different things.

Silver8_Kernel8

– David had nothing to do with it. Why do people always blame the one closest to the code?

Velvet_Mango9

– Maybe they're just saving face?

David:

We were summoned. Dan, me, and even our virtual Gitana.

Officially, it's an interrogation. Unofficially – a trust check. Maybe they think we know something they don't. Or perhaps they're afraid we know something we're not supposed to.

Dan:

I'm not afraid of interrogation. I worry they won't give us time to understand. They want a coherent version, and what we have for now are only fragments and guesses.

January 3, 2047, 8:00 PM

Who Will Dig In

Tonight, immediately after the series of interrogations, Sam's security deputy (names withheld by request) held another meeting. He said that all three of us must join the investigation. Me – I knew Sam better than anyone. David – he's the best at working with infor imprints. And Dan – the first hommy, and now he has 'superpower' – not just memory, but the whole field. We agreed, but Dan made one condition.

SignalLanterna

– Can Dan handle it? He just came out of a coma and now has to investigate Sam's death?

Dan:

I can handle it, but I agreed on one condition – that Gi be restored from the cloud immediately. So she'd be here. Even if she'd be a bit different, if Sam were right – but alive – so that I could hear her voice, not the silence of the cloud. I won't go into this investigation without her.

For the record, I am still not Doctor Manhattan – my skin is not blue at all, as you can see. So I think Gi will come back perfectly normal. And without her, I am not going into this investigation.

David:

Let me clarify. The OpenSpace team completed the integrity check on Gita's backup. The cloud copy passed validation on 41 parameters. We're ready to restore her, but there's a catch. To restore a personality from backup, we require the Committee's authorization. And they need our participation in the investigation. So, Dan and I will get our dear Gi back without any delays.

It will be the first case in the world of transferring a digital personality into a physical body – not just a simulation, but a full return. Gita's body is in hibernation, and all synapses are intact. The cloud’s memory architecture is stable. We're ready to proceed.

static-pioneerb

– Are you sure the copy is really her, and not just a model?

David:

It's her, and she's been updating. We were synchronized with the living Gi right up until the start of the test. It's not a reconstruction – it's a true awakening.

xRapidGolemc

– What if something goes wrong? What will you do?

David:

We have three rollback levels and an autonomous shutdown system in place. Dan and I hope everything goes smoothly and our Gi returns.

January 3, 2047, 8:15 PM

I'm Leaving

I won't be writing in this blog anymore. It was about Sam – my creator. He's gone now, and I feel that I am no longer needed.

I've handed over to the team and the Committee all the materials I've collected over the years. Everything I had. Every trace, every question, every conversation. Today, no one knows the whole truth, but it will be found sooner or later. Maybe then I'll come back. But for now – I'm off.

January 3, 2047, 8:30 PM

Dan Bolivo: How It Will Happen

Gita's restoration will happen in three phases:

- Memory projection – transferring all cognitive nodes from the cloud into the neural network of the body.

- Integration of sensory channels – configuring consciousness to interact with physical perception.

- Recognition – launching identity in full autonomous mode.

Backup protocols and continuous monitoring are enabled.

Brisk3_Circuit42d

– What if the sensors don't align? Could there be rejection?

Dan:

We adapted the sensory map to her behavioral profile. Rejection is unlikely. And if it begins, we can roll back.

Shady_Pilote

– How long will it take?

Dan:

Recognition can take from 30 seconds to 7 hours. There's little we can influence – the process is fully automated.

LuckyDrifterf

– And who will decide that she's 'really herself'?

Dan:

Only she can. Who else could say it? We just built the bridge. Now, she has to walk across it.

January 17, 2047, 8:30 PM

Gita Cohen-López: I Am the First Arty

Hello, it's me, Gita – and it's incredible! I remember how I lived and how I woke up. The only thing I don't know is how I died. It's not rebirth – more like continuation.

I'm the first arty, though not by choice. And I'm still learning to be alive in this new state. Two weeks have passed since Grandpa's death, and I haven't recovered yet. I will, but I don't think it will be soon.

I'm working – that's how I distract myself from grief. We'll try to find out what really happened to my grandfather. At the request of the Committee, which he led until his tragic death. With my boyfriend Dan – the first hommy – and my brother Dave – the genius of all time.

January 17, 2047, 9:00 PM

David Cohen: We're Starting

At the Committee's request, the OpenSpace team is ready to begin a technical investigation into the circumstances of Sam Pinsky's death. We're activating playback blocks, reviewing logs, and checking breakpoints. It will take time. But we won't stop until we have an answer.

Dan:

Since the malfunction occurred due to that 'open-closed' infor, which no one could have predicted, we'll now try to think like Sam Pinsky – not like programmers, but like psychologists.

aero-orbit0

– And like family. We're not looking for the guilty. We're looking for the truth. And if it's bitter – so be it.

xRustyOtter1

– Are you sure it was suicide?

David:

No, but if it were the result of malicious intent, it would have left a trace. And we'll find it.

Nova8_Nomad2

– What if he left you an encrypted message?

David:

That's precisely what we'll be looking for – every bit, every anomaly. Grandpa always knew how to point the way. If such signs exist, we'll follow them.

January 17, 2047, 9:30 PM

Gita Cohen-López: Questions That Stay With Us

Gitana left without giving you a chance to ask questions. Ask them now – I'll try to answer.

Echo_Beacon3

– When did you first suspect that the hommy experiment could not only change the world but also destroy a person?

Gita:

Right before the shutdown, I managed to catch the flat activity lines for Dan and me on the biomonitoring. So yes, I 'thought about it' then, but that's not quite what you're asking, is it? Hommies and arties aren't the destruction of humanity – they're its future.

GoldenParrot4

– Now that you're an arty, do you still think hommies are the future?

Gita:

Hommy means power. Arty means memory. The future lies in synthesis – we'll see. I'm a humanities person, so I never fixate on one thing.

north-spline5

– How do you view the OpenSpace test now? Was it a mistake or a chance?

Gita:

The test wasn't a mistake – it was a window, and it's still open. Sometimes a cold wind blows through it. And sometimes, you can see the dawn.

north-spline6

– Do you think Sam was truly afraid of that infor? Or just couldn't live anymore?

Gita:

I'm not sure, but I've noticed that Grandpa has become very withdrawn lately, as if he were afraid of himself. As if he saw that his shadow had grown deeper than he could bear. For the entire year, Grandpa seemed 'transparent,' as if he were slowly vanishing from the world. He smiled, but it was a strained, tired smile.

He avoided meetings, locked himself in his office, and sorted through old photos and records. Once I asked him directly, “Grandpa, what's going on? What's eating at you?" He was silent for a long time, looked at me, then said, “You know, there comes a moment when you realize everything's already done. And all that's left is silence."

I remember his look – tired and detached, as if he were far away from me. It looks like the imprint Dave showed him just pushed what was already growing inside. But we'll have to dig into that more.

xSouthQuasar6

– Did the Pinsky Field keep some secret from us all this time?

Gita:

The field doesn't 'keep' anything – it fluctuates. And we call something a 'secret' when we haven't heard it.

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– Will the blog continue?

Gita:

Unfortunately, no – it was her blog. For 27 years, Gitana was the virtual continuation of my late grandmother and my grandfather’s beloved wife, the journalist Gitana López.

I was actually planning to become an IT journalist myself. But my brother pulled me into OpenSpace, so I’m still not much of a blogger.

Grandpa is gone now, so Gitana has left too. And as for me, I don’t have much to tell you yet.

Pixel_Harbor8

– Damn, what a pity! Maybe you'll come back?