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Gregor opened up the case and pulled out a brand new
chronomatizer. Max’s heart joyfully began to bang in his
chest. The end of childhood!
“Here, this one’ll be yours,” with feigned indifference
Gregor tossed him the chronomatizer.
“Djeeezus, my own device…,” Max gaped. “Fake or the real
deal?”
“What does fake mean?! It’s not licensed, for sure, but it
works. All of us have this kind, you retard.
“Bro, this rules,” Max couldn’t take his eyes off the strange
instrument that hardly looked like a real weapon, even
though it really was.
“That thing just makes you the starting point. Further on
everything depends on you,” Gregor became more serious.
“Remember that. Now you’re your own timekeeper. Your
game has begun.”
Enrapt, Max listened to his brother’s instructions. The
hand-held chronomatizer interacts with the waves of the
temporal field that exists in every human organism. It had
three basic modes. As a chronoscanner, it scanned a
person’s biological time codes – the time allotted for them
from birth to death, as well as the time that the body has