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Никита Т
The visualizer, or the man who alters reality
Synopsis for novel "The Visualizer, or the man who alters Reality
What you die of hardly matters
far more impotant is why were born
The novel The Visualizer, or the man who alters reality is the first book in a series published under the collective title The Visualizer, a series devoted to the struggle against the forces of chaos that are trying to tear apart the world order we know. A professional book trailer for the novel has been published on YouTube, capturing the central idea of this philosophical and psychological work. Human beings must never be used as guinea pigs. Those who do so will be made to pay a heavy price: the heroes will find a way to fight back against injustice, and the truth will prevail. It will not be easy, of course — the characters will have to battle for their future and their very lives.
The authors previous series, featuring CIA secret agent Steven Cheeskane and comprising three novels — Gifts of the Gods, The Heavenly Gates of Ta Keo, and Secrets of the Ocean Depths — became a genuine bestseller and attracted an international readership. Those books are currently sold through the leading Russian and foreign retail platforms: Litres (Russia); Altaspera (Canada); Ridero (Russia); Amazon (USA); Tsifrovaya Vitrina (Russia); AliExpress (China); Wildberries (Russia); Ozon (Russia); Google Play (USA); NTV+ (Russia); Livelib (Russia); Bookmix (Russia); and Lulu (USA). You can see this for yourself by visiting the website of the author of this wonderful novel, where many reviews, quotes and illustrations are also available.
Given the climate of military hysteria that has swept the globe, the novels of the new The Visualizer series carry a frankly anti-war message. The first novel in the series, The Visualizer, or The Man Who Alters Reality, is devoted to the dark phenomena that will accompany humanity in the process of developing and deploying psychotronic weapons. I have tried to portray the dangers our generation will face if such a weapon is ever created.
It should be noted that this is the most terrifying non-lethal weapon that could appear on Earth in the very near future. Some experts argue that the force of its impact would surpass the consequences of nuclear warfare.
In this respect my work has much in common with Alexei Tolstoys novel The Hyperboloid of Engineer Garin, which anticipated certain aspects of laser weaponry — technology that emerged almost exactly a hundred years after the books publication. The threats facing the heroes of my novel, however, are far more serious. The plot is more densely packed with events, and the novel moves at a brisker pace.
The action of the novel takes place in our own time. The principal characters of The Visualizer, or The Man Who Alters Reality are patients at the I. M. Rabinovich Psychiatric Clinic, on whom a series of secret experiments aimed at developing and producing PSY weapons is about to be conducted. No one knows where these dangerous trials on human subjects will lead, and everyone is proceeding in the dark.
As a result of these extremely complex experiments, the people being irradiated acquire new abilities that enable them to break free. They want to destroy the dangerous apparatus through which inhumane tests have been conducted on human beings. In the end they succeed in neutralizing a powerful torsion-and-spin-field generator that has been irradiating both them and the entire territory of all the Eastern European countries. This gives the novel an additional detective-story dimension that lends it a unique flavor.
Because the action takes place in our own time, many of the characters have recognizable real-life prototypes, and the events in the novel intersect with those terrible wars that have not ceased for a single moment on the Eurasian continent. In a certain sense the novel is a tracing over reality. Even so, the reader should not assume that the plot has been taken from real life.
It should be treated as a wholly invented work of fiction. There is no need to pursue the author, launch journalistic investigations, write letters to the secret services, or pester me with correspondence. The people depicted do not exist, and all resemblances are coincidental. They are the products of the authors imagination.
I hope you will enjoy this novel and that together with me you will fight for peace and prosperity on the land belonging to our long-suffering peoples — and that you will, of course, follow the heroes of my fantastic works.
The cover art is a striking work by Canadian artist Daniel Sundahl, for which I would like to express my particular gratitude to him.
Prologue
will go farther,
sweeter find the honey.
with truer feeling,
what it is to live.
For three months now, Vera Ivanovna Maslova — a certified clinical psychologist — had been unable to find work. Frantically sifting through vacancy listings at employment agencies and HR departments, she was astonished to discover that her specialty had still not become truly marketable.
Demand for professionals in the humanities was weak. Everyone wanted accountants and lawyers, and openings for psychologists were rare. The few positions that did exist came laden with inflated requirements, and the salaries on offer were nowhere near enough for a decent living. They were pittances, and they stirred in her only one feeling: irritation.
This weighed on her deeply — not only as a sensitive person but as a credentialed specialist with years of experience. The culture of seeking professional counseling, so long established in the West, had still not taken root in this country.
There were reasons for that, no doubt. People were afraid of psychologists, and in many ways their fear was justified. In Soviet times, psychiatric hospitals had been instruments of political repression, and people still assumed, by force of habit, that nothing had changed. Russian television bore part of the blame: it kept frightening ordinary viewers with the specter of the psych ward.
But Vera Ivanovna saw things differently. She believed that life never stands still — that people and the world around them are constantly changing, and that the authorities no longer used the methods they had so recently employed against opposition leaders. All of this gave her grounds for hope, and her deep knowledge of psychology helped her believe in her own abilities. And so she kept searching, relentlessly, for steady employment, relying on no one but herself.
Of course, some freelance work remained available. She had long since registered as self-employed on the Gosuslugi portal, and her strong qualifications and professional skills let her take part in paid seminars and symposia as a lecturer or presenter. She did that from time to time. But she had no steady job. The prospect of finding one was dim. Freelance income provided just enough to get by without constantly borrowing from her parents and acquaintances. And the contact with the people who attended her seminars created a sense of being needed.
Some of those who came to her lectures eventually became her private clients. That, too, gave her confidence, and in time it began to bring in modest earnings. Over several years of this kind of work she had built up a fairly broad clientele, made up mostly of young businesspeople who were struggling to find customers.
They were former schoolchildren with burning ambition who believed they were special and could, in a very short time, conquer the financial capital of the country without the help of their fathers connections. But not many of them succeeded. It was hard to find your footing in Moscow. Life in the Russian capital could break anyone. As a rule, it dealt harshly with young people, and they turned to a psychologist in the hope of finding the root of their problems within themselves.
Now she herself was in an equally difficult situation. And perhaps she too needed the services of a more experienced and accomplished psychologist — someone who could instill in her confidence in her own strengths and hope for future success in her search for that elusive position.
Today, though, felt different, and Vera Ivanovna sensed it right away. She had woken up early and seen brilliant sunshine streaming through her window, filling her with a sense of warmth she had been missing for a long time. Every decent person has moments like that in life, when their guardian angel arrives to sort out whatever has been piling up.
Perhaps Vera Ivanovna had such a guardian angel watching over her. She had, after all, graduated with honors from the Psychology Department of Moscow State University, and then spent two years working as a clinical psychology resident at the Pavlov First Saint Petersburg State Medical University in St. Petersburg — surely that counted for something.
Vera Ivanovna switched on her computer and began reading her incoming email. Several messages had come from her former employer. There had been a time when she was proud to hold a staff psychologist position at the Russian representative office of the Friedrich Ebert Foundation. In those days she earned a decent salary in foreign currency, enough to feel like she was living well. The Foundation operated generously, and Vera Ivanovna had assumed it would go on that way forever.