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[Alexandr Korol]

designated space. And now, it’s like in the movies, when a prison riot breaks out – as if all the cages have been opened and everyone has rebelled. The kind and peaceful creatures have scattered into the corners in fear because the boundaries are gone, and the monkeys could devour them. And the monkeys have overthrown the guards, they run wild, leaping across the world, ruling over everything – because they are the most audacious of all the animals that were in the cages, you see? It’s as if someone opened all those cages, and now there is chaos. This is lawlessness. This is what is happening right now.
If I were to add a few more comments – I know your curious, hungry mind, with just a small percentage of darkness – you’re probably already rubbing your hands like a fly, itching with interest: “Who are these five gods that I know? And which god am I?” You want that consumer-level concreteness, labeling everyone, figuring out “who is who.” Forget about it. Don’t even bother thinking about which gods or whether I know anyone – I know no one, and I’m not a god. The position I take, the main role I assume – from the first-person perspective of the protagonist in “Alternative History” – is only to show people the path, to demonstrate it firsthand, through experience. But when I’m not writing books – like right now, when I’m not working on the fifth volume – I’m just an ordinary person. I don’t have any special abilities, I don’t know anything extraordinary, I don’t have any mystical powers – I’m just a writer. And when I finish the books, I won’t have any kind of “connection” to anything. Yes, we can still entertain the idea that this world, this reality we live in, is a simulation, a kind of computer- generated existence – though in the future, it may be called something else. But the essence remains the same. And yes, we are all interconnected, we are all parts of the whole, and this reality can communicate and manifest through anyone – that is what God is. This intelligence, this consciousness, is distributed everywhere, like light. But I am not this consciousness. I simply act as a conduit when I write – the moment I start, this intelligence begins writing through me, making sure everything is structured properly for humanity. But I remain just an intermediary. I was simply fortunate to be good at communicating, to have a sharp analytical mind, to always see boundaries, to pay attention to details in the right way. My attentiveness, my patience, and my way of conveying information – all of it ensures that people don’t misunderstand or misinterpret things. But I worked for this my entire life. Imagine – I have been writing books since