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Binary code Mystery number two
Artur Zadikyan
Rutra is put to the test of combat, training, brain and body chipping in an even more secret organization hidden deep in the bowels of the earth and unknown to many in the collegium. There, Ruthra meets an ISU-A2 supercomputer that can speak in a woman's voice, who asks her to be called Isa. The supercomputer copies the way of thinking and manner of speaking of people, including Rutra, and enters into a friendly dialog with him, as it turns out later, in order to implement its plan: ISU-A2 dreams of transferring its intelligence into a living person, namely into a certain woman, whom Rutra tries to save in a virtual reality modeled by the supercomputer itself.In one of the tests at this center, he has to make a decision to launch a nuclear arsenal. Rutra refuses to launch the missiles even after threats from the supercomputer and suddenly loses consciousness and wakes up in a strange dingy room chained to a bed. He is accused of murder by trying to inject him with special agents.
Artur Zadikyan
Binary code Mystery number two
Part Four: Binary Code-4. Invisible power
In this part of the story the main character will have to solve another complex mystery – who is who and who is nobody, as well as what force influences their decision-making, and through them – on all of humanity. You, dear reader, are waiting for you: secret closed clubs, secret societies, super-modern laboratories, flight on a top-secret airplane, capture of a nuclear submarine, brainstorming and god's algorithm.
Nothing builds faith in a man like knowing his thoughts!
Chapter 1: The Mystery of Reflection
Upon arrival, Ruthra was once again convinced of the peculiar morality of the underworld. It lived according to its own canons, which were based on the principle that no one would fly from here to space. With the implication that space was everything but here.
No one met them at the "central" station. The machine invited them to the booths for washing, disinfection and changing clothes. It turned out that there were a lot of them, six opened. They were walled in merging from the whiteness of the walls. Five minutes later everyone was assembled, in front of the main entrance.
The machine "looked through" everyone for the presence of data known only to "him" and issued: "Access confirmed."
They went into the so-called main trunk corridor. And no one met them there – everyone was busy doing their own thing.
– What are we going to do? – The operative asked.
– Now," Ruthra replied.
He contacted Isa mentally, demanding to be connected to Jarovitovich. After about ten seconds, she answered:
– The chapter is busy and can't make it out for a session.
– Then ask what the members of the incoming operational staff should do? – Ruthra asked aloud.
Everyone was silent, they knew he was communicating through the system with the Commandant.
– The command is for everyone to take their seats according to the staff schedule," Isa replied.
– That's it? – Ruthra asked in surprise.
– There were no other teams," she replied in her nonchalant manner.
– All right, everyone to your posts, I'll contact you," Ruthra commanded and headed for Jarovitovich.
Jarowitowicz was not at his place, Isa reported that he was in town, in the meeting hall.
– What town? Up there?
– No, in the city, here.
– Is there a town here?
– What did you see behind the studio?
– Is he real?
– Otherwise, how would you see it? It's virtual, but it's still real.
– Can I go in there?
– Yes, of course.
– What line?
– Center. The emblem on the door is the same.
Ruthra remembered that there was an emblem in the shape of a TV tower.
– A pass through the studio?
– The main entrance is from the lower level. If you want to go through.
– Okay, got it.
Ruthra found the right line and looked for the door. The studio was the same as it had been in the virtual. With thoughts of how it could all be made to make one see in a dream what one did not see in real life – he walked on, through the door into the "city". Neither habit, nor reflexes, nor training, nor a sense of complete adaptation to the unbelievable helped. Ruthra froze. It was not what he saw that surprised him, not the wave of familiar chains of inferences that changed his view of existence and reality, but the realization that "they" were all connected: this was a separate world, he and others like him would always be strangers to "them. There was no need to look for conspirators, they were all of the same color, inhabitants of another world, with their own thoughts, feelings, understanding of justice and the meaning of life. Ruthra realized all this because he felt how long it had been since he had seen the real (as he understood it) world, even though he had been here for days. Now Yarovitovich, Vyacheslav, Avvakum, Olga, the doctor and Alikhanov were more understandable to him.
The "city" was full of people, bustling with life, and Ruthra was no longer surprised or concerned that there were so many of them, all of them doing something very important, here and not upstairs. One could think and think and think about how distorted the citizens who didn't know about power, government, and secrets were, but it was still impossible to realize the full extent of the 'real reality'.
The abundance of light made Ruthra squint a little. If a man had fallen asleep somewhere upstairs and been transported here and then woken up, he would have thought he was in an ordinary multi-level shopping mall. There were no windows, but instead huge screens showing landscapes like those in the cabin, giving the impression that beyond the windows were forests, fields, seas, mountains, meadows, streets, parks, the same rows of streets, the same hum. Ruthra stepped onto the balcony.
– Where are you going? – Isa asked.
– Where, where, to Yarovitovich.
– You can't go into the city in working form.
Ruthra looked at his jumpsuit and the people of the 'city', they were in civilian clothes.
– Where's my stuff?
– In your quarters.
– Where is she? You think I remember?
– Follow the green line to cabin 4-23.
Ruthra turned around and walked back down the corridor, found the green line and followed it to room 4-23, scanned, entered. The quarters were the same as last time, only the scenery was gone. Clothes were cleaned and ironed, he changed, went to "town".
The inhabitants of the "city" were dressed stylishly, according to fashion, and behaved like ordinary visitors to such centers. Nothing was different, except that instead of the ceiling there was a huge screen with a real-time image of the sky, clouds, and sun, and on the walls – sometimes a park, sometimes a street with sidewalks and flowerbeds.
– Where is the reception center? – He asked Isa.
– Go up to the third floor, go to the administrative section, there is an arrow, to the left of the escalator.
Ruthra did so, and soon found himself in front of large doors labeled "Reception Center." He was getting used to the dungeon, so he knew that the Reception Center was not a reception center, not a delegation center in the usual sense.
The doors were locked, Ruthra rang the bell, and a voice said, "Identify yourself. A beacon lit up where the scanner was located, Ruthra moved his eye closer to the scanner. "You may enter," the system replied, the door clicked, he entered.
To his surprise, it was indeed a reception hall, or rather a conference room. There were a lot of people, Yarovitovich was presiding; he greeted Rutra with a nod and continued the discussion. The discussion centered on the latest incident, and it boiled down to two fundamental positions. Some argued that it was impossible to simulate a battle alarm, while others argued that it was possible to go to greater lengths to achieve a goal. The former did not stop and explained that this actually leads to a decrease in combat readiness, because in the future such an alarm will be considered as less important. Yarovitovich argued that they had a system of deterrence and additional control, that the Central Control Directorate was aware of it and had developed the plan itself, that it was an emergency situation.
At first Rutra could not reliably assess why it was given such great importance, even in this center, then, realizing that he had missed a lot, he began to form a general picture from the fragments of dialogues. The point of it all was that the risks involved in making a decision for the Kremlin-2 facility could be fateful for all of humanity. Ruthra processed the information coming into him and rediscovered the role of these people in the life of the planet. He had begun to understand a lot of things here lately – the strange scrutinizing gaze of these people, the manner of speech (as with a "passenger"), the expression on their faces when questioned, saying "you won't understand a thing".
They were unusual people, debating that even if a special plan required a simulated alert, it was too dangerous because hundreds of millions could die. Their opponents calmly reasoned that the likelihood of this happening was not really that high since there was a chain of interconnected control systems. Ruthra listened to their discussions and felt increasingly alien to them. He even became afraid to tell them that he was not one of them, because they were extremely calm about the possibility of people dying up there. To those gathered, those people did not have such a high importance. Some would die, some would stay, the main thing was that life could be revived, civilization would continue, that was what their discussion boiled down to. The discussion ended with a decision not to repeat such a situation. Such an object and such a dispute? At first it surprised Rutru, but upon reflection he realized that the main staff of the center were men of science, they would not be productive if their opinions were not considered.
Everyone dispersed, Ruthra remained seated in his seat.
– What shall we say? – Yarovitovich asked, bringing additional meaning to the question.
– After conducting a preliminary investigation, I concluded that Alikhanov wanted to use the brain signal chain through his installation to the transmitter of the Pioneer command missile to guarantee a signal in the nuclear bombardment mode. In order to have full control of the situation after this fuss. I believe he was transmitting it to one of the secret control centers.
– There aren't many of them – yours, ours, Yamantau's. All the others will not be able to fully control, only locally.
Ruthra, after going over the options in his head, still decided to ask, otherwise there were still unknowns in solving such a grand equation.
– Please tell me, what is this secret organization of the ZKR?
Yarovitovich shook his head and widened his eyes. In this way he expressed his concern and dissatisfaction with something that had apparently unnerved him for a long time.
– I'm sick of these demagogues. Did it get to you? – Ruthra's head responded to the question with sudden abruptness. – They think they're true patriots, champions of blood purity and other such nonsense. If they weren't former Aquarium secret agents, I'd have had them arrested long ago. And so, they are leading by the nose, they are nowhere to be found, most likely, for diversion of eyes periodically discount information, and in reality behind it hides something else. No one can find them anywhere, only rumors.
– Did you mean the "aquarium" that's in the GRU?
– Yes, that's the one. And then there's the KGB's 13th Division.
– Serious company. Don't they keep them on permanent record until they die?
– In the 90s, the maps got a little confused, and many people just disappeared, went missing, as it were. And how it really was – it took a long time to sort out, but since there were no leaks, no one showed any sign of themselves, it was put aside in the archives, until the Ukrainian events. After them began to come the agent information, that on rumors somewhere, someone, something spoke about a certain secret order of Russian Rodnovers – ZKR. It is not so important, it is important to find out whether a duplicate of the reader of neural signals has been developed. And if yes, then where it is, how it got there; if Alikhanov tried to transmit, then somewhere it is and in an active state. Take care of this question, and at the same time the old one, decryption. Both require the presence of huge computing centers, centers for processing a colossal array of data.
– That too?
– Of course it is. What, you think this little machine can accommodate, process and convert everything in the human brain? It would take a supercomputer.
– That's what I was thinking. Then how did Alikhanov do it? So there's another component?
– It turns out, yes. This machine just scans and transmits. A supercomputer is needed to receive and process the information.
– And the one in Yamantau, will it pull it? I missed that part.
– Of course, the power, I think, is sufficient, how without it, it's a control center.
– And there's one here?
– You're such a baby. Or are you hinting? – Yarovitovich laughed.
– It's already professional," Ruthra replied guiltily.
– It's a chronic thing with all of us," the leader said with a smile. – Ruthra, pull yourself together, take a wider view of the world. I'll take care of my own. You go upstairs, if there's anything you need to check on Zero, check it with Hent, and get on with it. I know your list, check everyone, don't get confused about it now. There might be a trick we didn't think of. Otherwise we'll be looking for supercomputers and we'll miss a small but key link.
– I need to document my work, put a resolution that on this item you will conduct or it is completed here.
– I told you I'll deal with my own, but if your Hent needs a piece of paper, bring it to me, I'll sign it.
– Can I ask you a personal question?
– I'm listening.
– How long have you and Hent known each other?
– Hmm," he smiled again, shaking his head. – He and I are bastards, but we're the only two who know it.
Jarowitowicz laughed; it was clear he was joking.
– We have been through hell and heaven together. Only after going through fire, water and especially copper pipes with a person, while remaining friends, can one trust uncompromisingly. So that's how we know each other. Give him a hint, don't let him waste all the cognac, he's 50 years old after all. Come on, I'll be in my office.
They got out, and found themselves in a different world, or rather, a world that understood how fragile the real world really was. Ruthra contacted Isa in his quarters and asked him to bring him a computer and printer.
– What do you need them for? – she asked.
Ruthra wanted to be indignant. On second thought, he didn't, guessing intuitively that there must be something else behind it, because he'd asked the computer. And so it was.
– Print a record of the events.
– You still haven't learned how to use your powers, it's because you're in a hurry. If you had completed your training last time, then you would know that you don't need a printer.
– How?
– State your thoughts, pass them on to me, I will process them into a business form and send them to you. You will not be allowed to take papers or anything else out of the facility. You can print it out at Zero with my help, in the same way.
– Wow.
– Form.
Rutra lay down and began mentally "typing" the protocol, especially "whitewashing" the doctor in it. After he finished, he asked Isa:
– Did you get it?
– It's fine, I've already processed it.
– Already?
