Alexandr Korol

for them and how I’ll serve them. But as I understand it, why should I invent
something new? I’ll be a writer. And I simply need to design it all further, in
my head and on a sheet of paper, as I see it, as I want it. That is, what? Will my
book be recognized in some nominations? Or will they make a series or a film
from my book? And who will make it? When will they make it? In what country?
Which director? Which actors do I want, roughly, approximately? What are the
timeframes? Based on which book first, or how? What should the results be? For
what audience? Possibly it’ll all be like this. Well, one can choose a branching.
That is, I might be recognized as a writer, or scientists might recognize me as a
scientist. Or the recognition might come through films, series. Or maybe through
a computer game. I must settle this too. Such are my tasks, what I’ll now have to
sit and work on.

Another interesting thing. Now they’ve shown me the number twelve: like, okay,
well done, I found the seven and took my place in the eighth corner. And now
I need to find twelve, like the twelve apostles. And in the previous volumes of
“Alternative History,” especially in the eighth volume, I’ve already mentioned
this many times. And now I’ll remind you once more, so you understand: on one
side we have four worlds — take some side of something, and on it there are four
worlds. And on the other side there are also four worlds. But if you somehow link
these two sides together, then it comes out to not eight worlds but seven. And the
seven, it’s also kind of central. Whereas one number disappears altogether — the
eight — and the seven is central. Well, in essence, it’s like three and three, with
the four in the centre. But what’s needed is three, three, three, three, with the
four in the centre. And then out of the threes all around, everywhere, twelve will
come out. One more number must be in the centre, the thirteenth, and another —
the hidden one. And so it’s as if I must load up further like this. Well, and then,
probably, the twenty-four elders. That’s what’s happening now.

I’ve already read and edited 400 pages of the novel “Alternative History,” the
eleventh volume, and made rough sketches. And today is the continuation.
I keep waiting for the finale, and the finale should be beautiful after all. It’s
quite possible that I’ll now either decipher the twelve and the twenty-four in
theory, or physically work out the matrix that I deciphered in the second volume.