Another hit on the keyboard, I’ve been writing for months now. Life seems to have programmed me how I program this set of symbols. I am forced to write and write. They are always unhappy with the result. "Neural damage! Neural damage!" - as if all they care about is the brain. I spent another month working on the cryo-compression chamber to return all the cells of the human body to their places. But this brain turned out to be more complex. They don't care that I can't do it. There's nothing more to do here. Just get into this car and give up all these pointless attempts to resuscitate my life. You can't save her, just start over. The earth will very soon burn from the sun and then everything that was there will definitely disappear. The main thing is to record the brain on a flash drive. The device successfully restores it and other items. Just do it... And maybe I'll be a little closer to peace.