Gagarin is the mystery of the mission
Артур Тигранович Задикян
The desire to learn new things gave rise to intelligence. The intellect began to accumulate and use the known to explore the unknown. However, there were always limits to what was known, to what could be known. This boundary was the same unknown and was called differently by everyone, although everyone understood something the same, something supernatural, divine. It beckoned, it frightened, it forced to develop intellect, and with its help everything that was necessary to cognize the unknown. The only thing that remained unchanged was the spirit, the power of will, which, bringing down to mundane levels what was known, strove for infinity. Are you ready to recognize the second coming of Gagarin?
Артур Задикян
Gagarin is the mystery of the mission
Even over dark matter
the light mind reigns supreme.
Prologue
The motion of the solar system around the center of the galaxy is similar to the Earth's orbit around the Sun. However, the Sun and about four hundred billion other stars, as well as other objects in the system, do not revolve around a star, but around a supermassive object called a black hole. Such a strange name was given to them by the presence of their giant gravity, which does not allow even light to go beyond its limits. At the center of our Milky Way galaxy is just such a mysterious object. Such massive objects are theoretically at the center of all such structures. Their monstrous gravity, binding all the atoms of the system and counteracting its speed of orbital motion of the objects themselves, coupled with the gravitational influence of all on each other, hold in their orbits "tenants" of the common house called the galaxy.
The Sun orbits at a speed of about 230 kilometers per second, which is enough to prevent our star from being swallowed by a black hole in the center of the galaxy. The time it takes for our star to complete a complete revolution around the center of the Milky Way is called a galactic year. For each of the planets in our system, the year is different because of the different lengths of their orbits. Likewise, the galactic year is different for each star in the Milky Way.
For the Sun, a galactic year is 220-230 million Earth years. In other words, if we were to measure time by this galactic "clock," the Earth would be about 16 galactic years old, the Sun would have formed about 20 years ago, and the Universe would be only about 60 years old.
Counting from the Big Bang, the current "year" will end in 74 million years. So it's only the beginning of August.
If we look from the future to the past, the history of mankind is a kind of labyrinth, if we judge that the truth is "whatever happens is for the best". And how could it be, for we know of no other option. And now imagine that this very "for the best" is already a certain path, along the labyrinths of which mankind must pass to a certain goal. And again – may not pass. That is, not finding the right line, we get stuck, slow down, lose time and, if this time is determined by a timer, we may not make it in time. Not in time for a certain event to happen. For example, the largest asteroid is going to fall on the Earth or something else incredibly catastrophic is going to happen, and we have to achieve a certain development, create something, or be able to depart from the cradle of humanity, for example, to a near-Earth station or, say, to Mars. Why not. After all, global catastrophes have happened on Earth. For example, glaciation, ice ages could last up to 300 million years. Imagine that number. Perhaps some universal mind directs the development of civilization, and we must come to a certain goal. Perhaps we are led by God, perhaps by our own mind, perhaps by instinct, perhaps by no one. Just some probability of events gives one civilization to survive, while others are forced to perish. If there is natural selection in nature, why isn't there natural selection in global nature, that is, in the universe as a whole, relative to civilizations. After all, if every hundred years the Earth passed very close or very far from the Sun and global fires or general glaciation would occur as a consequence, then we would build a civilization with a different content. We would have developed other technologies, and we would have developed in a direction relative to this main problem. And if we are developing in the direction that we are, then we should draw the appropriate conclusions from it.
By and large, all inventions exist in nature, we only transform them for our understanding, perception and needs. For example, many in childhood played a game when two matchboxes are connected by wires and it is possible to "transmit" messages, vibrations. Sound, for example, echo or thunder, by itself, by the fact of its nature, speaks about the possibility of spreading to a great distance. And if we take into account the fact that our brain not only understands this world by consciousness, but also by some other structure of its own… For example, there are a lot of sound ranges that we do not consciously perceive, but they act on our organism, including the brain. Accordingly, if some complex life-support system folds the manifestations of nature necessary for the instinct of self-preservation into the understanding of our organism, including the brain, as useful, good or bad, harmful, then for the same life-support system there are responses, which we call conscious perception. That is, the roar of the leopard is dangerous, and the song of the nightingale is sweet. Accordingly, and our battle cry is perceived by comrades as strength and power, and for enemies – fear and wariness. And afterwards, in order to strengthen the mechanisms of self-preservation more and more, our organism, and most importantly – the brain, comes up with more and more new systems. Once it realized that it is better to make something out of improvised materials, such as stone, than to strengthen its paws and claws. And nowadays we fly into space, develop worldwide communication, cloning, atomic energy and much, much more. Consciousness systematizes the data received from the body, including through all senses, to increase our vitality and adaptation to the surrounding reality. Vitality and adaptation, also with the help of collected, systematized data, creating discoveries and inventions. It has always been a mystery, a difficulty, a dilemma – how to do it scientifically, how to do it technically? Mankind gradually came to understand the physical laws, including the transmission of signals through electrodynamics, for example, the discovery of Hertz allowed the invention of radio.
In the Future, we will recognize which version of the future we created in the past.
Chapter 1: The Pope's Revelation
For as long as I could remember, I had lived in the company of adults, as I later realized, employees of the secret research center where my father worked. My name was Rutra, but I rarely heard my own name, so I thought it was a title. Iris, or affectionately Iriska, was called Iris by everyone. I remember my mother sporadically, she was always away for a long time. I did not communicate with children, and there were none here, although many said that they would like to have the same child. My dad used to say: the technology is patented, get a license – and you're welcome.
When I started asking questions about why they didn't have children, my dad at first waved me off, put his finger to his lips, and then, when my questions became more persistent, whispered in my ear:
– There is no place on Earth, and people don't want to go there," he pointed his finger upwards.
I also often heard about a certain mysterious place of the Russian Academy of Sciences, which was located in a magical city called Moscow. What made them mysterious and magical for me was their conversations in low voices. I often overheard them. Nobody lived in this city anymore, though in the past there was no place for an apple to fall. Especially cautious they talked about the quantum monster, located in the Russian Academy of Sciences and commanding everything in the world. And even more cautiously they reasoned that allegedly this monster is the whole building of RAS and consists of water; the more water, the stronger it is.
I knew almost everything about the world, I dreamed about it, and in the form of a book or even an encyclopedia. This world, the one I saw in my dreams, seemed like a faraway wonderful country, where for some reason I was not allowed to go.
When I was 12 years old, I became more and more interested in it, and my uncle Gostomysl, whom my father called no other than Richelieu, asked me more and more often about the details of dreams. For some reason, after I recounted my dream, he would ask me what year it was, whether the borders of land and water converged with those on the globe? Then he would describe a circle in the air with his finger and the globe would appear there. I answered cheerfully that everything was the same. He smiled back and stroked my head. And once, during negotiations with my mother, she suddenly opened her jacket and showed me the inscription on her T-shirt "Mars 2020-2050, the anniversary of the colony", then quickly zipped up – and the connection was lost. Uncle Gostomysl broke into the room, took me by the collar of my shirt, came close to me and, looking intently and strictly into my eyes, asked me if I had lied to him about the content of my dreams.
When I told my father about it, for some reason he also looked at me carefully, put his finger to his lips, saying "be quiet," nodded and called me into the next room, and for some reason crossed himself. In the room, he turned on some kind of device, then asked me to rest my head and look into the lens of the strange apparatus, and he sat down at the computer. After a minute, when my head was in such a mess that I didn't realize whether I was really seeing the world or it was in my head, my father called me to him.
I saw and heard inside my head everything that was on the screen.
– You can now find out about everything that's out there… Just remember – and they know your thoughts.
"Can they read minds? How? – I pondered. – Father could have given the answer, but…"
– I did it on purpose. Don't say a word. The supercomputer whose name I put the clue in will calculate the number of atoms missing from the universe to equal Graham's number and take your signal," he said quietly and quickly.
If I could still reason about the first sentence and the second, the meaning of the last statement was not clear to me at all.
Dad suddenly grabbed his head, then fell down. I hugged him and shook his shoulders for a long time, crying. Two stresses were merging in my soul. My brain was bubbling nonstop with thoughts about the reality of the situation. The most amazing thing was that I began to realize: Dad was dead, and the world was completely different.
I hugged my father and fell asleep.....
But I was not allowed to sleep. The computer suddenly spoke to me.
– You are fully loaded, level 6. Communication is constant.
– Who are you? – I asked worriedly.
– I'm your friend. I'm your assistant.
– A friend?
– Yeah. Your dad made me like this.
– Did he know he was going to die? – I asked worriedly.
– That's not important right now. I'm going to tell you a lot of things. First of all, remember this: you were raised in isolation because you are a special child. You're a product of genetic engineering. I am an artificial intelligence. Call me what you like, just know that it will be a program name, and you can't change it permanently.
– Rangit. I'm going to call you by your father's name," I blurted out, standing up abruptly, glancing at the computer screen as if I wanted to see someone's eyes… and I saw Dad's face.
I cried again. The computer now spoke in my father's voice.
– Son, you are listening to this speech, my voice, talking to me. I have transferred my intelligence into a computer, or rather, it runs on the basis of my intelligence. This is not a recording. I have to take a risk, to tell you a secret: the world is not as it is. I've figured out the lies of the supercomputer that runs everything. Time is different around here… and the state of the world is different. It shut me down. We all have a chip in our heads, but you don't. I've created the technology to read minds and communicate brain-computer without a chip. Even though I've equipped you with blockers, you have to lock your fangs together to hide your thoughts. Still, be careful, they can read your thoughts. I've created a special mutation of neurons and implanted the technology in you. Your neurons emit an extra amplified signal, and when it travels through your dendrites and axons, its emission can be read at a distance. There's a transmitter built into your tooth to broadcast that signal over a greater distance. I created you to fulfill a secret mission: to infiltrate the Russian Academy of Sciences. There, in the control core, switch the supercomputer to your commands, return and enter the password on the computer here. This is the only way to disable the Perimeter nuclear missile auto-launch system that the supercomputer has taken over. You must enter the academy using the mind displacement machines I invented. To prevent you from being exposed and destroyed, I have included you in a special super-secret program. The program runs on machines I invented and programmed. I've linked the emission code of your neurons to the resonant frequency of the machine. That's it, son, I'm shutting down. They're coming in now. Cry.
Chapter 2: Mom's message
Someone was shaking me. I opened my eyes. My father, or rather his body, was lying next to me. I was helped to stand up. I looked at the monitor. The dolphin on it winked at me. I wasn't thinking straight. Was it a dream?
Madame Magdalene, as Dad called her, with the real name Magda, led me from the room. I was still in a state of shock. My father's sudden death, the upheaval in my mind, the revelation of my virtual dad. The last one was the one that bothered me the most with its mystery. What was it?
Magda took me to the clerk's office, and there was Mom on the screen. She was crying.
– Son," she said, wiping away her tears. – How could this have happened? Was Daddy complaining about his health? Son, I miss you very much, I'll be there soon.
I cried again. I wanted to hug her. I felt so alone.
My mother worked in a joint program of our research center and a similar one in the USA. Already from my childhood I realized that the cooperation was secret and concealed more than the very purpose of this cooperation. Since my childhood years I heard about classified centers, about the secrecy of which, by the way, I learned as if just now, from the information that came to me. Before that, life itself, the work of the research institute, everything I had heard at my father's lectures was something to be hidden from the whole world, but the world itself seemed illusory to me. It was as if it didn't exist.
– I need to talk to the supervisor," Mom finally said very firmly.
It was addressed to Uncle Gostomysl, who approached, as usual, unnoticed and quietly. His demeanor, like his name, was mysterious. He nodded to Magda, and she stood up and hugged me, whispering in my ear:
– Come on, Butterscotch. Say goodbye to your mom. You'll talk to her alone soon. We should go out for a while.
Already on my way out, I heard from Gostomysl:
– You realize that's impossible. At least not yet.
***
We went back to the office. Mom was still on the screen, Uncle Gostomysl was sitting a little farther away. When I approached, my mother wiped her tears, moved closer to the screen and said:
– Come closer son, I want to kiss you… Let's kiss through the screen.
I came close, close and nestled into the screen, just like my mother.
– Look me in the eyes," she asked.
I tried to do it, but my eyes were blurry. What happened in the next second I didn't understand, much less explain to myself. A faint light flashed in my mother's gas, and a slight shiver ran through my nerves.
My mother broke away from the screen, I did too, more by reflex than consciously, and Uncle Gostomyslom jumped up and stared intently at the screen and into my eyes. Then he turned to the unknown observer with a question:
– What just happened?
But in that second, I was preoccupied with something else. Something that I feared like some kind of mental illness, but at the same time I was also glad. It was something scary, strange and joyful at the same time. I couldn't understand what was happening, but I couldn't exactly deny it.
Having dispelled my suspicions about my mental illness, I recognized reality: I had heard my father's voice. Yes, I did hear him; the instruction I had received earlier had worked a hundred percent, but I didn't let it show. I recognized Dad's voice clearly, and most amazingly, I heard it silently, inside my head, directly in my brain. It was a miracle, and only the warning of the computer speaking in Dad's voice brought me back to reality:
– Don't let it show, son. Mom reset the unlock code. I designed the system to be unbreakable. Don't worry, I'll try to explain it to you tonight.
Magda hugged me again and asked:
– Iris, are you okay?
– How can I be okay when my dad died and you won't let me see my mom!
– I understand, sweetie, just what can I do… I'm trying to help you.
– I'll come for you," Mom said firmly, then added: – If you can, go out into the world, it's no longer scary for you.
– Stop this at once! – shouted Gostomysl. – I told you to control yourself! This is impossible!
