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– 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.
– She's already setting conditions," Rutra told his colleague, not forgetting to add a smile.
– Put it on his own neck," was the reply.
– Uh, gentlemen, let me remind you. Someone was talking about a friendly atmosphere," Iulia said unhappily.
– In that world, Rutra had caused a global catastrophe because of YatSan's refusal," Parmenides explained.
– Because of the rejection of what? – Catherine inquired.
– Being with him.
– You can't force a favor," Iulia said.
– They were very much friends.
– Then what is it?
– We don't change much from world to world.
– More specifically?
– She's the same there as she is here.
– Just talk already," Ruthra told him, looking at the ladies.
– Come on," Iulia asked interestedly, approaching the scientist.
– As always, you.
– Me? And there?
– Oh, how amazing for you.
– I won't watch it," Catherine said suddenly.
– Let's not get distracted," Ruthra said sternly.
The scene was indeed already very erotic. YatSan unbuttoned Ruthra's shirt, climbed onto the table in front of him, and, swaying sexily, slowly undressed until she was wearing only her panties. Then, jumping on top of Ruthra, and with a cry of "catch," she spread her legs on either side of his thighs and began to bite him, still wriggling, imitating the growl of a wild cat.
– What is her plan? – Catherine wondered.
– I don't understand it myself," Ruthra answered.
– What's not to understand? Since they'd had a fight before, YatSan wanted to spoil him," Andrian said.
– Why are you here? – Catherine kept up.
– Apparently she knows of his intentions… Has that event already happened? The thing that led Rutru to make that decision?
– Since he's the president, it's happened," Rutra replied.
– So we should have known ahead of time.
– I'm sorry, the program requires us to try to change the course of supposed global events now and then. Those events, both personal and global, happened before you were here. Those things have already happened, you see? Already happened in another world… and will probably be reflected in this one, and then already in us. So in this mission, YatSan has to change the process," Ruthra clarified.
On stage, the eroticism threatened to turn into explicit porn. YatSan put two balloons into Rutra's ears, opened her right eye with two fingers, nestled it into his eye, and, licking Rutra with her razor-sharp tongue, whispered: "Selfies, honey."
– What's that all about? – Ruthra asked.
– She put his headphones in and turned on loud, dynamic music through NaRiKa," Irene replied.
– And the eye?
– YatSan took a picture of his pupil," Irene explained, though it was already clear as she watched the events unfold.
YatSan slid her beautiful, athletic body over Ruthra's and gently brought her breasts to his lips, then rose up on the chair, inviting her lover to seek happiness in the labyrinths of her navel and then lower.
– What is this, role-playing? – The scientist asked, biting the edge of his lower lip, which made his smile comical.
– I guess I have a lot to learn," Ruthra replied.
– Apparently," his friend teased him.
In the alien world, the role-playing continued. Ruthra bit down on the edge of YatSan's panties and held them tightly, while she lifted herself up to make it look like Ruthra was pulling them down. Which in fact, she was. The scene was really erotic.
– YatSan is doing something completely different," Andrian said thoughtfully.
– I think that's not the point of this whole production either," Ruthra said without turning around.
– He's already doing it.
– I got it, I got it now.
– Ah, that's it," the scientist said in a joking tone.
– And what is it? – Iulia asked.
– YatSan is sending a signal," Irene explained.
By now it was clear to everyone. While YatSan was distracting Rutru, she lifted his right hand and placed her palm on the scanner panel of the safe, while she rested her eyes on the retina scanner. Then, reaching down, she began kissing Rutra passionately, mentally telling him, "Close your eyes and don't open them. Or I won't let your missile explode in my range." When he closed them, she turned Rutra's face toward the safe's scanner, which, "recognizing its owner," opened. Now YatSan, having made the same journey upward while Rutra was "preparing the range for the celebratory fireworks," tore off the cipher sheet and, quickly typing it on the device, pressed "enter."
– What is she doing?! – Ruthra almost shouted.
– What is it? – Iulia asked excitedly.
Catherine and Andrian looked on with incomprehension.
– YatSan typed in the launch code instead of canceling it.
– So what to cancel since there was no launch," the scientist asked.
– It's a different scenario here.
