Trafika Europe 4 - Armenian Rhapsody

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

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