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– So how do we still get a signal? – Ruthra asked, looking at the screen.
Irene replied:
– The signal passed as a permanent link between YatSan's brain here and YatSan's brain there.
– What does that mean? – Andrian asked.
– We don't understand it yet," the scientist said.
Irene continued:
– There was a theory, and it turned out to be correct. The brain-to-brain connection is still intact.
– How? You mean you're picking up a signal from YatSan's brain, I mean YatSan's body that's lying there in the sarcophagus?
– Yeah, that's right.
– What's left in the brain? Consciousness is there.
– Rutra Tigrovic, you surprise me.
– Maybe. But it's still unclear. So, it turns out that the minimal set, which is responsible for the work of the autonomic nervous system, can receive a signal?
– The signal goes between entangled pairs of electrons, and they are completely inanimate substances. We get the signal because they're identical to the ones that came out of the brain. Or rather, the ones we took and sent out.
– I'm already confused, so don't go any further. Can we convert the image to holographic form?
– We can," Irene replied, and the scene from the screen appeared right in front of them.
Now everyone was watching what was happening from above. YatSan got dressed and went through the corridor to a large room that looked like an empire-style ceremonial hall. She quickly passed through it and entered a smaller one, which turned out to be an elevator. The image disappeared for a while.
– Where is she? – Ruthra asked.
– The connection's gone. All the entangled pairs are in their previous state. I have to get their altered state to convert the change into a matrix of information. And then into sound or image.
– Rutra Tigrovich, I think it's time for me to reveal some secrets," the scientist said with his usual cunning in his voice.
– What secrets?
– What you know about that world.
– Have I been hiding something from you?
– From me, maybe not, but....
As if flirting, he began to squint in the direction of the team.
– Why would they do that? They're about to find out.
– Why? Then why are they here? Let's start there.
– You should know.
– I was talking about one. You've already thought of a team. So if we're going to use it to influence and communicate with Yat-san, it's time to reveal our cards.
– Gentlemen of science, perhaps you can clarify? – Iulia intervened.
– Yes, it wouldn't hurt," Catherine backed her up now.
– The point is, you have to connect with YatSan from here. So we can put you in a rig and you can alpha-visualize your entangled pairs. Here and there.
– There you go," Iulia said in surprise. – What secret are you hiding from us?
– There's nothing to hide, Rutra has a very high status there. He was there. I mean really Ruthra was there," Parmenides admitted treacherously. – I'll tell you now. Why do you think we want to do it all so quickly without any special experiments? Because time is short. The world is on the brink of catastrophe. Your favorite was there… moreover, do you know who he is?
– Who? – Iulia asked.
– Didn't you notice the couple's portrait in the bedroom?
– I did.
– And who was there?
Iulia tried to remember. Catherine and Andrian also thought about it.
– It's, it's… you, Ruthra? – Catherine's expression was formal.
– Yes, he is the president there. YatSan and Rutra are husband and wife there," the scientist blurted out.
– Wait, wait," before Iulia could finish speaking, the hologram came into motion.
It was huge, and it gave the impression – everything was happening right in front of them right now. There was a view from the street to the house. It was a luxurious mansion with columns. Suddenly, a bike – a fantastic-looking motorcycle – "flew" out of it onto the street. YatSan was sitting on it. She burst into the street and sped down the oncoming lane, wriggling like lightning.
– Irene, can you get information from their systems? From this NaRiKa?
– I'm on it. Through all the surveillance systems. Yatsan has access to everything there, but her ability to influence them is a little limited. There's some kind of lockdown.
– Apparently, she's a bit of a miracle out there, too. Where she's going, can't you find out?
– Apparently to you.
– Well, well, that's interesting, Rutra Tigrovitch," Parmenides said, rubbing his hands together.
– Why are you laughing? You know the consequences.
– 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.
