– I believe in Yat-San. She will save you from you.
– Oh, my God. Don't you realize what's going on?
– It's gonna be a big boo-boo. There was a big bang in the universe, so let there be a big bang on Earth. Maybe the world will be a new world.
– Maybe he will, just without us.
YatSan drove like a madwoman, crossing lanes without paying attention to signs and traffic lights. Suddenly, the ladies shrieked, and Ruthra looked up from the scientist and looked sharply at what was happening. YatSan was racing toward an approaching sports car. He was stepping on the gas, and she wasn't going to give way. Rutra's hair stood on end, and Julia and Catherine covered their mouths with their palms in horror. The lab staff froze in anticipation, Andrian reflexively prepared to catch the holographic figure. Only Parmenides watched calmly.
The car squealed with a squeaky, ear-splitting screech of braking. YatSan, also braking, but not so intensely, created a noxious mixture of deafening sounds; the engine roared like a tiger and played the lead role. It was a show no one expected. The sports car skidded across the track, and the other cars struggled to avoid the impact. The bike, squealing, switching from braking to slipping, made a turn around the stunned car driver, came forward. YatSan, deliberately epathetically, at the same time gracefully, let the tachometer see the peak of its capabilities several times, then, raising the bike in a "wili" pose, rushed to the hood of the car, made a circle there, jumped off, turned around and carried on. There was silence on the track, as well as in the observation room.
– It's not YatSan," Iulia said cautiously.
– YatSan, YatSan, still like YatSan," the scientist said cheerfully.
– Irene, are we confused? Maybe the consciousness transition didn't happen? – Ruthra asked.
– I'm clear on the location," she replied.
– Oh! How? – Ruthra exclaimed excitedly.
– How? Where?" the scientist asked, looking at Rutra with equal delight.
– That's a long way off.
– You tell me how? By the stars on the ceiling?
– No. Particle bonding. They form a continuous line of communication. That is, entangled pairs of particles don't fly away: they fly away and come back. One particle here, one particle there. Some leave their second pair here and some leave their second pair there. We are not transmitting her brain, not the information recorded, but the state of the particles. Having made her digital copy of her consciousness as if it were a kind of puzzles, we passed the particles through them, they changed their state, then this state was transmitted to the particles in YatSan's brain.
– Oh, my God. Maybe that's what you did to her psyche! – Iulia almost screamed.
– I told you it was dangerous here," Catherine whispered quietly.
– It can't be. Everything must be as it is in the virtual, plus the transfer of consciousness to the clone," Ruthra said.
– I don't think so," Parmenides intervened.
– Tell me, then. You never know," Ruthra snapped at him.
Those present felt uncomfortable.
– There was information going on.
– Where – there? In the virtual, what information went where?
– There was definitely no information going on here.
– Here, esteemed luminary of science, we have given birth to information in her brain. We transferred the state of our YatSan's particle there. We created memories, thinking, logic, emotions, so they became like our YatSan's. At such a distance, passing through such radiation, gravity, everything can change.
– Let's see what's next. She has a clear mission, a purpose.
– What the hell is that? Why we don't know," Iulia stated boldly, as always.
Ruthra looked at her without emotion, then shifted his gaze to Andrian and Catherine. There was a question mark on their faces, too, and a slight tinge of resentment.
Realizing this, Rutra decided to clarify a bit.
– We're talking about how she thinks: like our YatSan, or like the one there. The body of the one living there, and therefore the brain. We don't know for sure… In the settings of the "pumping" session and virtual reality we can check it. What about there? While we are pondering: do we only receive an image in the form of brain signals from there, or is that person really our YatSan's consciousness? Imagine if it's not our YatSan. Because then she doesn't know what we have entrusted to her.
– And what did you assign her to do, I was more interested in that, may I ask? – IuLia asked, though everyone's interest in it was understandable.
– It's still the same topic. Only it's not fully disclosed to you. I planned it after the experiment. I didn't want to shock you.
Ruthra let out a heavy sigh. He looked at his colleague, then scratched the back of his head and made a revelation:
– The fact is that in my first test, my first experiment, a nuclear disaster played out in the world I found myself in.
The characters still didn't look at him with full understanding.
– I told you, the worlds are mirror worlds, parallel. They influence each other.
There was more clarity on their faces now, as well as excited wariness too, though no less doubt with skepticism.
– You think: since this is insane, it can't happen. Who thought of the horrors of World War I? Who thought of the catastrophe of the Second World War? And everything accompanying these and similar events was not imagined at all. Who thought about the possibility of obtaining such a weapon as the atomic bomb, and even more so about its testing on civilians? Even the flight into space was not in people's minds as fantastic as these and similar catastrophes. And now with such a huge number of nuclear weapons in the world, when mankind can be destroyed several times, for some reason everyone still does not believe in the possibility of a nuclear catastrophe. It's all real!
The lab became quiet. The silence was broken again by Iulia.
– It's Moscow, look. This is Moscow. They've rebuilt the city.
– They didn't rebuild it, they built it differently. You can see the Kremlin up ahead. It's a different color, look.
Spider webs of overpasses towered over the city center, one of which passed over Red Square, girdling it and taking the Kremlin in a ring. The entire Kremlin complex, all the walls and towers were lined with shiny mosaics and because of this looked like a magical palace from a fairy tale. Apparently – only special persons could enter this zone. Although it wasn't clear if YatSan could. A cavalcade of police and special cars with sirens blaring followed her. At first it looked like they were escorting her, but judging from YatSan's behavior, they weren't.
– What's going on, can you tap into them? – Ruthra asked Irene.
– It's not working. All I can do is turn on YatSan's conversations with… you.
Already the entire staff was taking this kind of thing with laughter.
– If you knew how unfunny the situation is," Ruthra said sadly.
– Is it really that serious? – Andrian asked, stepping a little closer to Ruthra.
– Trust me, my friend , trust me. This is serious.
– But that's not a method of prevention.
– Do you know the method of prevention? Or do you think that something like this, a nuclear war, couldn't happen already? Believe me, it's been prevented many times. There have even been plenty of cases where it could have happened because of a malfunction or a hardware error. And it was from different sides of the opposing countries.
– Is it real?
Ruthra looked at him a little haughtily.
– I don't mean I don't believe it.
– Many cases cannot be hidden. They are common knowledge. And there are cases when all people felt that in deep bunkers a nuclear war scenario was being developed and planned in all seriousness. And it is happening now. And the planning and the likelihood of the process starting without human knowledge.
– I'm sorry, but I find that hard to believe.
– Gentlemen, what are you talking about? – Julia asked as she approached.
– This is no joke at all, friend," Ruthra said still sadly.
Such treatment in public made her believe that her fears were serious. Suddenly a chill ran through Iulia's body. It was observed visually. A thoughtful fear showed in Catherine's eyes. And an awareness of the general background of pressing thoughts and images swept through everyone's heads. They understood why such a grand and super-secret program was presented to them as an ordinary school experiment, albeit in a super-secret center, why the relationship was not strictly hierarchical, official, but friendly. All these secrecy, strictness, officialdom did not matter against the background of the global problem they wanted to solve. They involuntarily felt proud of themselves, of the responsibility entrusted to them, of the possibility to prevent a catastrophe, which, however, was very hard for them to believe. But the examples given – wars and catastrophes – were sobering.
– After all, there have been global natural disasters. No one warned about them. Few people believed in them. If man and modern civilization existed 60 million years ago – the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs would not have fallen? And the Yellowstone supervolcano explodes almost every 600,000 years. It's been 640,000 years since the last one. So why can't it explode tomorrow?
Iulia looked at Ruthra with a questioning look.
– The Yellowstone Caldera is a volcanic caldera. It's not one volcano, it's a large area – about 55 kilometers by 72 kilometers. Can you imagine? The power is so great that it's a threat to the existence of the United States. The world would enter a dark apocalyptic night. And nuclear war and on top of that, elements of chemical and bacteriological elements? These phenomena and events are quite real. People do not believe in them only because of the psychological effect of displacement. Displacement from the consciousness of the reality of the event, which we do not want to believe in as something absolutely terrible. After all, almost every day we see one or another marker of the tragically dead – from the cemetery and wreaths, photos, symbols of faith along the highways to monuments and holiday dates. Yet we continue to believe that death must pass us by.
– I want to see the baby," Iulia's voice sounded pitifully.
– Me too," Catherine said.
– I don't know how to explain it to you… I can't say that this is 100% bound to happen. But our experiment and the state of the world, all these cases, by the way, documented and recognized by all parties, say: everything is real. It is the events in that world. There, in the course of the experiment, I provided markers of verification. I purposely performed deeds, the influence of which on our world can be checked. Look: if the world is one step ahead of ours, then a weak event there can be reflected and amplified many times in ours, but only if there is a direct connection.
– How is that a direct connection? – Andrian asked the question for everyone.
– A direct connection is when an event is not correlated, that is, does not propagate between worlds. Agree, if there are many worlds, why only we should be affected by an event there.
– Wait, wait, wait. What about this? How do multiple worlds interact at once? – Catherine had already beaten Andrian to the punch with her question.
– Here we go. If there is a radio program on the air, is it transmitted only to your radio receiver? If the Sun is shining, a star is emitting radiation, or relic radiation from the universe, it's not just going to the Earth. Isn't it?
– Yeah, but that's life.
– Look what's happening! – again, IuLia's emotions brought everyone back to watching the events in the distant world, but the brain, consciousness, psychology could not understand it logically.
Although it was like a live TV program, the consciousness could not adequately inspire its own belief in the reality of it. To realize that you were seeing a real other world, and even a person there, in whom the consciousness of a person whose body was lying in the next room, was beyond logical comprehension. Perhaps the first live broadcast was perceived that way. And not necessarily even the first one, but some very significant one, which was also perceived with doubt in its reality. With doubt and a question: how is it that what is happening there, on the Moon, we see and hear here? Yet it was a reality.
YatSan was racing against the oncoming traffic. Chasing after her turned the street traffic into a game of Tetris. She wasn't running away, but flirting. That will jump to the flowerbed, then a steep turn will go in the "right" direction, then, turning around, "skip" on the cars, or make a fuss on the sidewalks. It was a tragic comedy, but without casualties or laughter. It came to the "finish line", several cars behind collided, it caused a mess. Catherine gasped.
– No casualties," Irene commented.
– How do you know?
– They're all chipped, connected to NaRiKa, and YatSan has direct priority access to it. I get my data from her. She checks it herself, worries. Probably didn't see this scenario coming.
– Look what she's doing! Ouch!" cried Julia.
The overpass crossed the Kremlin wall in the place where the mausoleum should be located. There was a guard post at the crossing, and the crossing itself was like a pyramid with a tunnel in the form of an all-seeing eye. YatSan ran like a cheetah. She jumped onto the right rib of the pyramid, which was smooth, ran upwards, and after reaching the top, flew forward like a springboard. It was a sight not for the faint of heart. Even Ruthra's hair rose on her arms. Everyone watched with bated breath, and the holographic field, which covered at least 10 square meters, transmitted the images as an effect of presence.
– Don't worry too much," Irene suddenly said in everyone's head. – She's in constant contact with the president.
– With the president? – Catherine asked.
– That's her husband there," Iulia explained.
They smiled at each other.
– He scolds her. Apparently, it's not the first time this has happened," Irene said.
– Maybe it's not our YatSan after all? – IuLia expressed her doubts.
– How do we get a signal then? – Andrian said.
– Bingo," the scientist added.
At that time, YatSan, having flown over the Senate Square an incredible distance according to the laws of physics, found herself near the window of the President's residence. And then something fantastic happened. By some magic she turned the technique around at the very window, turning on the wings and jet thrust from the exhaust pipes, stood on the seat and, pushing off, jumped inside.
Everyone in the room in front of the screen froze. YatSan, somersaulting, went across the room to the exit, stepped out into the corridor, and, noticing the "Cardinal's Guards" running toward her, dashed into another office. It was the president's office.
– You've lost your mind! – The first thing YatSan heard was that she was approaching the master of the study like a lioness. – What are you doing? It's not enough for you to race through the night city, so you decided to turn it upside down? What are you doing? – Rutra excitedly reprimanded her, while YatSan knelt on one knee in front of him and unbuckled his belt.
– Yat, what are you doing? What's wrong with you today? Not here.
– But I want to be here today.
YatSan pushed Rutra into a chair after pulling down her pants.
– Ha. This show is starting to pick up," Parmenides commented with a laugh.
– Can we not watch? – Iulia said.
– Here you don't look," replied the scientist, smiling.
– I'm serious, boys.
The "boys" looked back at her with a smile. And it was because she had called them that.
The visualization in three-dimensional holographic forms made what was happening in the parallel world look embarrassingly beautiful. So Ruthra transferred it to the screen in the wall. There it looked more documentary and less erotic.
– We're going to leave now," Iulia stated.
– No one's going anywhere. Yat-san knows we're being watched. If that's her decision, then that's her plan.
– What's the plan? Why don't you let us in on it? Since you want us present at such a racy moment. And I honestly doubt she's aware of our group viewing. Clearly she thought you'd be the only one watching.
