H H H

By Adriana Karvaiová

What if you could record your thoughts and memories instantly and just as easily as if recording a scene on your mobile phone in real time? Would such an invention help patients suffering from memory loss? Could the police use it for eyewitnesses to crimes to prevent the brain from arbitrarily filling in missing parts and thus creating false memories? Would it revolutionize the film industry or art? Or would anyone want to misuse such an opportunity and be willing to do anything for it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adriana Karvaiová
• Release date: Dec 31, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223688938

Adriana Karvaiová

Adriana Karvaiová je učiteľkou anglického jazyka a prekladá z a do angličtiny, maďarčiny a slovenčiny. Venuje sa aj hudbe a posledných päť rokov pracovala ako muzikoterapeut v domovoch dôchodcov. Po dvoch desaťročiach strávených prevažne starostlivosťou o rodinu a prácou sa rozhodla vrátiť k písaniu. Výsledkom je niekoľko diel literatúry faktu, ako aj zopár románov a poviedok, ktoré milého čitateľa pobavia a zároveň mu dajú podnet na zamyslenie. Voľný čas Adriana rada trávi so svojou rodinou, píše, spieva, hrá na gitare s manželom, ktorý je vynikajúci klavirista (navštívte www.pianoterapia.sk) a rybárči.

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A street run

Benjamin quickened his stride as he spotted a crowd of people nearby and decided to join them. They were passengers waiting for the tram. As he approached them, he saw a few adults just biding their time, checking the digital information board to see how much longer they needed to wait. A handful of students of a nearby school were standing almost motionless, all of them clutching their cell phones with both hands, their thumbs running lightning fast across the screens.

Hello, Benjamin heard from behind. When he turned around, he saw that the waiting group had grown by one person who had just arrived and greeted his acquaintance. Not far behind him, however, a dark hood flickered, hiding most of a tall man's face.

„How are you doing? I see the youth have turned into a bunch of zombies again," he exclaimed. Although everyone must have heard him, his opinion was apparently not even worth a frown.

I'm fine, thank you. Yes, another game is said to have been released in that new app. That’s what I‘ve heard, anyway.

Oh my, a new game? And one day this generation is supposed to lead the state, work in hospitals, manage our pensions? I doubt they have any time left to study, the middle-aged man kept criticizing.

Oh, come on, they're young, the woman defended them. They have enough energy for everything. Now they are crazy about some new application, tomorrow something else will come. It’s normal. Look, number eight is here, she pointed her finger at the tram approaching the stop, and indeed, the quiet screech of the brakes ensured that the players tapped the pause command, only to push headlong towards the door and not give a chance to grab a seat for anyone who wasn't ready to recklessly elbow their way in.

The man just shook his head, but he was not interested in a battle. Another one will come in ten minutes, he muttered under his breath when he could see that all of them wouldn't fit in anyway.

Indeed, the driver decided that passengers needed to be left some air to breathe and closed the door before the last ten or so people could climb aboard cheekily. Benjamin also stayed outside, no matter how hard he tried.

Although it was only late afternoon, the overcast autumn sky was getting darker and darker. The man hiding his head under a hood didn't get on the leaving tram either, and he didn't even attempt to. Now that the stop was nearly empty, with only a handful of less combative passengers left, the man turned towards Benjamin and took the first step.

Benjamin noticed this immediately, because he was watching him out of the corner of his eye the whole time. He walked up to a nearby newsstand and pretended to be interested in the latest issues of some tabloids, viewing the displayed copies while discreetly circling the stand, waiting to see what the suspicious-looking stranger would do.

His fears came true. The man in the sweatshirt also took a few casual steps towards the newsagent‘s. Benjamin hesitated no longer and ran off like a scalded cat, hoping to get to a nearby shopping center as quickly as possible.

The guy also quickened his walking pace and didn't even try to be inconspicuous anymore. The race was on.

There were a few people hanging out on the street, but no one got excited by two men wearing sports clothes who were jogging with a short distance between them. Sport is healthy after all. Although running along the busy roads did not offer much fresh air. Moreover, you could hardly take Benjamin for much of an athlete — he ran at breakneck speed. And the stranger raced behind him, but luckily he managed to keep ahead for now.

Benjamin was now really glad that he knew this area a little. He had wandered here before in search of new inspiration, which he often did. Now he finally reached the glass door, behind which he saw crowds of people eager to spend as much as possible. But instead of opening automatically, he was greeted by a note announcing a technical malfunction and asking to use the entrance on the south side. A good hundred meters away.

It crossed his mind that he would stop and ask the guy who was no doubt chasing him who he was and what he wanted from him. But now, when he had paused for a moment to look around, now, that they seemed to be left alone in front of the concrete facade of the building, the man got so close that Benjamin could see his face. His gaze did not bode well. In addition, between two jumps, he reached under his right armpit with his left hand.

Benjamin came to his senses at once. He put his foot on the gas and, to get to the other side of the street, he ran between the cars on the road. He dodged a bullet when two horrified drivers stomped on the brakes right on time to narrowly avoid hitting him, and as soon as they recovered a little from the shock,