Character: Maxim Kammerer

It was the biggest and most terrible of all the opening that Maxim did on his desert island.
Radiation towers were not meant for geeks. It acted on the nervous system of every human being on this planet. The physiological mechanism of action was not known, but the essence of this action was to ensure that the irradiated brain loses the ability to critically analyze reality. The thinking man has become a believer, the believer frantically, fanatically, despite the glaring reality. To a person in a radiation field, could be the most elementary means to inspire anything, and he took to inspire as light and only the truth and was ready to live for it, suffer for her, die for her.
And the field was always. Invisible, omnipresent, all-pervading. It continuously radiated giant network of towers encircling the country. A giant vacuum cleaner it pulled out of tens of millions of souls every doubt about the fact that yelling Newspapers, pamphlets, radio, television, asserted that teachers in schools and officers in the barracks that sparkled with neon across the street, which was proclaimed from the pulpit of churches. Unknown Fathers directed will and energy of millions of where they want to. They could get and forced the masses to adore you; could excite and aroused an unquenchable hatred of enemies external and internal; they could, if desired, to send millions under the guns and machine guns, and millions would go to die with delight; they could get millions to kill each other in the name of anything; they could, if they have such a whim, causing mass suicides... They could all.

Education is, my friend, is not always a blessing. It's like a machine - it depends in whose hands...
Education is always good, ' said Mac.

... Most generally considered these questions correctly. "What if the propeller on your motorboat wrapped a beard water? To unravel? Ruthlessly cut? Enough water cheeks?"

A variety of disasters - be it a global pandemic, or world war, or even the geological disaster - splash the surface of the same scale, of hatred, bestial selfishness, violence that seems justified, but has really no excuses...

I remember this vision of the world, when any medium of the mind a priori is perceived as being ethically equal to you when you cannot make the question itself, it is worse for you or better even if his ethics and morals are different from yours...