Скачать или смотреть The Moon God Protocol - Part 2: A Sam Tracer Detective Novel (version 1.2)

A Sam Tracer Adventure:
There is a generally accepted rule in the cosmos that the profound and the absurd should be kept in entirely separate dimensions. In this second installment of The Cold Pool, that rule is comprehensively shattered, rolled up, and smoked.
Welcome to Part II: The Dulce Resonance (Chapters 8–16), where deep-time astrophysics collides head-on with terrestrial black-ops and perfectly cured, zero-gravity trichomes.
When we left freelance astronaut Sam Tracer and his impeccably dressed, iridescent synthetic partner, Biff, they had just breached the hull of the Atlas—a billion-year-old Sovereign-class Seed vessel parked dead in the center of the lunar Delporte crater. What they find inside is not a dusty tomb of ancient engineers, but a vibrant, base-144 biological nerve center. The ship is awake. It is watching. And its rightful Pilot hasn't been murdered; he has been kidnapped by the American military-industrial complex and stuffed into a subterranean magnetic vacuum sphere in Dulce, New Mexico.
This arc asks a fundamental question: How do you rescue an ancient cosmic deity from the most heavily guarded black site on Earth without triggering a localized dark-matter collapse?
The answer, as it turns out, requires a generous application of "Maui logic."
As the universe’s ten-billion-year-old AI Sentinels watch in exhausted disbelief, Sam and Biff prove that the ultimate defense against the mind-shattering ontological shock of alien mathematics is simply being heavily saturated in terrestrial THC. Armed with a pocket-dimensional weed whacker, a Zippo lighter, and a freshly harvested cutting of the universe’s most philosophically potent flora, our heroes are about to execute the greatest, non-lethal, and deeply disrespectful heist in human history.
They aren't going to break the Pilot out of the Archuleta Mesa with laser fire or quantum torpedoes. They are going to drop out of orbit, hijack the facility's HVAC system, and hotbox the entire deep-state establishment.
Prepare for a journey through frictionless gravitational slip-waves, ancient feline guardians, automated sarcasm, and the undeniable interconnectedness of the multiverse. The universe is a unified frequency, and the TR-3B Betsy is about to drop the heaviest baseline New Mexico has ever seen.
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