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The next day came quickly.

"Let's begin the first part of the process," Ruthra commanded silently. – Now YatSan is being connected to the supercomputer."

– So, Mrs. Yat-san, are you ready to fly? This time, it's going to be grown-up.

– You always spoke with irony, as if you were making a movie in which I was the main character.

– You're no picnic either. Let's see how you do in there.

– Don't scare me with the "you" thing. I know what it means.

Rutra continued in his own spirit.

– All right, guys, let's go, shall we?

– It was romantic for me at first. A form of self-affirmation. Then I was attracted by the status of the first role. And now, after all these transmigrations of souls and life in virtual reality, I'm more attracted to your true attitude toward me, despite my fear," YatSan said.

Ruthra let out a heavy exhale.

– And I'll find out how you really feel about me. I'm sorry, the program, although based on personality interactions, still has a scientific purpose.

– Why is she the only one flying? – Iulia asked. – There were other options in the program.

– Exactly the options," Ruthra explained. – The first test is with one person. We observe. This is also done so that it doesn't feel unreal. So that all of you can confirm that the events were real.

– Are you ready, Yat-san?

– I'm ready.

– Is the body prepared? – Ruthra asked whether it was the staff or Irene.

– Ready, ready. Empty as a drum," Yatsan said before anyone else.

– Let's get down.

– It's all so easy for you.

– I have to admit, I'm not sure we're gonna make it the first time. You think this isn't fantastic to me? And what's fantastic to me is not the existence of these worlds… that makes sense… not the transmigration of consciousness. It's the distance itself. When something happens, but it is absolutely incomprehensible how it happened – that is the miracle, the magic. It takes a week to fly to the Moon, which we see every day, and there is such a jump in speed that even the second that light flies to the same Moon does not give an idea of the speed of reaching those worlds.

– Rutra, I think you are contradicting yourself. You say that one gets used to a miracle if it is repeated constantly, and then you talk about these distances.

Rutra wanted to scold her, to reprimand her, but this was typical YatSan. There was no point in warning her before the flight. Nevertheless, Rutra suddenly thought seriously about it, why her? Why had YatSan been chosen for this role? Could it be that the main parameter that the AI chose people for was their mentality? Maybe people were chosen for Rutra's character, way of thinking, moral and ethical standards? It's true: if it wasn't so, Rutra wouldn't be able to work with them. At the very least, their behavior would cause conflict. And friendly relations wouldn't even work at all. You have to understand yourself first of all.

These thoughts distracted Ruthra a bit. On one channel was the board and council, on the second was the staff and control center, and on the third was YatSan and the team. To be honest, despite all the experiments, few believed that Rutra's program was real. Rutra himself didn't really care. He was confident of success. His idea had to work.

YatSan was already in the rig, her brain being plugged into the program. Ruthra walked over to her, leaning in a little.

– Well, I look forward to coming back.

– I'll see what you're like, maybe I'll stay.

– Believe me, I'm probably of more status there than you might realize.

– Why don't you tell me who you are?

– You'll see everything. The main thing is, don't forget the moral guidelines, the goals of the assignment. You passed the psychiatrists and psychoanalysts with flying colors, even though I had my doubts. Calm down, calm down. You realize that sometimes you're very emotional.

– Okay, wish me a good journey," YatSan said when her eyes were already closed by the installation.

– Bon voyage, happy return," said both staff, staff and Irene.

And Ruthra thought to himself again: "There couldn't have been anyone but YatSan. Why am I slowing down again… After all, in that world, a person has already been approved. I can't change the worlds that have gone forward. So Irene has found exactly the right one. It's YatSan." And then he wondered: how in those worlds (or at least in that world) did YatSan become his wife?

Here Rutra's memory rolled back to when he was just beginning to carry out trials on the experiment. It would be foolish to think that he (much less a "luminary of science") had not conducted the first trials. Of course, the participants were directly them – Rutra and the scientist. Ruthra had already been to those worlds, which was why he was so confident. The staff and the scientific community knew about all of this. The council and the board did, too. Only they all took their word for it. Ruthra had been very involved in the creation of this community. He was a member of a super-secret international organization. It was a secret behind seven seals. This organization united all the intelligence services of the planet, manipulated and ruled the world. It seems at first glance that it is impossible, that it is a global conspiracy. But all intelligence agencies, all governments cooperate on all kinds of control programs, they have a coordinating center. They cooperate and "fight" officially. So those who control all this, one day thought: why should we interfere with each other? Let's agree to play by our own rules among ourselves. Let's unite and share the world. That's it. It seems like something unrealistic in the current state of politics and international relations. But there's a UN? Yes. Is there a World Bank? Yes. Check. There are recognized freely convertible currencies? Yes. Check. International counterterrorism programs are in place? Yes. Check. And this item is very interesting because it includes undesirable religious and national-patriotic organizations. And the main thing in the modern world is a nuclear club, where some can do everything and others can do nothing. And the global communications network. It's completely under tight control. Rutra, investigating the failure in controlling the automatic launch of the Perimeter system, which is controlled by artificial intelligence, studied all these systems and came to the conclusion that now there is a new force to be reckoned with. It is the artificial intelligence system itself. After all, humans control everything from the trigger pulled to the artificial life support machine. So what is so surprising about AI control, if such systems and mechanisms will be controlled by a supercomputer. Artificial intelligence is what brought everyone together secretly. So, knowing all this, having a very high rank in that system, Rutra created an even more secretive organization, the centerpiece of which were the scientists. They were the only ones who could create what was supposed to be secret. Or rather, they created all the things that were classified and guarded by the secret services. For example, secret technologies and equipment for controlling society, penetrating into human memory, suggestion and intimidation. And to be even more precise – those who created special services, i.e. power. That is, they created what the power forced to classify, to keep secret in order to realize their power with the help of these discoveries and inventions. And power has historically been transferred or seized by individuals. But the world had come to a point where a single personality could not mean so much against artificial intelligence. The world became a different world in itself, and one day a group of scientists decided to use their discoveries to control those, that is, power, who, using their work, controlled people. The power has always created and used special services to control the people, including with the help of these same discoveries and inventions. The most annoying thing for the scientific community was that the power also controlled them with the help of special services, using their own inventions. That's the way it is. Rutra changed everything. And he did it in such a way that few people realized what had happened. More precisely, neither the intelligence services, nor the governments, and even less the masses of people did not realize that the world was different, that the real power was not with those in power. This was yet to be revealed to the world. However, it was not yet time.

In the seconds it took YatSan's consciousness to travel billions of light years, Rutra's memory replayed the events of his first "flight" to other worlds. On Earth, in the laboratory, seconds had really passed, and in his mind, a day's worth of history. Rutra kept wondering: would this YatSan be different? Would she do what he had in mind? And what motivated her to do that there? Rutra's thought "fell" into the past again....

That day, after a similar consciousness transmigration experiment, his friend, after seeing them off with Amita, contacted him discreetly. To Rutra's surprise, the scientist suggested without joking or laughing:

– Ruthra, I'm sure the system will work exactly the same as the consciousness transfer here. I propose a real experiment in parallel worlds.

– You first have to be sure where these worlds are.

– I have determined," he said confidently.

Ruthra felt that confidence transfer to him. Somehow all doubt had vanished.

– And how, where? – Ruthra asked excitedly.

– It's very simple. In fact, these entangled particles are invisible markers that determine the presence and location of these worlds. They can't go anywhere except to their own kind. Otherwise, they'll come back. This is the principle of any sonar and radar. The beam left, and if it wasn't captured there – scanned and returned, then again and again. Since their inception, they've held that connection. As the arrow of a compass finds the field of its properties, so the entangled particle will find its twin. It can find no refuge anywhere. Perhaps it is something that our brains have been signaling since time immemorial. We have labeled it as the home of the soul. Perhaps after death, we, or rather particles, are relocated to another world where their twins still live in a similar body. A world where time has been shifted downward.

– Do the particles that were there fly out, giving way to these, and fly to another world?

– It's possible.

– Then how do they settle in there – the same way or do they give birth to new life?

– More likely, they're giving birth to new life.

– Clever… and kind of explains the whole system of creation.

– Probably, yeah.

– Are you suggesting we give it a try?

– Yeah. It's probably perfectly safe.

– Completely?

– Probably right.

– Probably?

– Don't start. Get in the machine.

– No, you first, your majesty.

– You're "your majesty" here.

– Yeah, well, you're a science major.

– Come on, stop schooling that young lady of yours.

– I'm cooking it.

– I know how you cook it. Really, do you fry it or boil it? Or do you stew it?

– Uh-huh. Be careful.

– And another thing – is she a risk you're willing to take?

– No, you didn't. I haven't even done a mind transference experiment on her yet.

– You're busy doing other experiments with her.

– That's enough.

– Had enough? Then brave the installation.

– I'll check my clone and digital copy of consciousness first.

– Afraid I'll take over?

– Anything is to be expected of you, especially after your latest antics.

– From you too…

Rutra ended up in a world where he is a famous scientist who invented a method on how to prolong life by replacing the thymus gland. That successful experiment had given him confidence in YatSan's mission. However, according to his theory of mirror worlds, the nuclear catastrophe that had occurred there, even if in a different form, would still happen here. He hoped for YatSan's actions in the current experiment. He hoped for a change in the process of events. No one on Earth, except for him, Parmen and Irene, knew about the coming danger, and even their trio did not know in what form this danger would be reflected.

***

YatSan woke up in bed. She turned around a little. It was a large room with a very high ceiling. The bed was raised on a pedestal so that you had to walk down to the floor on steps. In the middle of the room was a pool with a fountain. All the walls were of colored stained glass painted in the style of the seasons, and the ceiling, which consisted of two sliding dome-shaped spheres, was covered with twinkling lights copying the starry sky…

– Fix that picture," Ruthra almost shouted.

– I've got it," Irene reported.

– Why? – Catherine asked.

– It's a nice place for her to live," Iulia said.

– From the position of the stars, we may be able to calculate the coordinates of this location," Ruthra explained.

– 'Hardly,' Parmenides pointed out, 'there aren't even any bears there.

– Have you been able to identify it yet? – Iulia asked.

The scientist nodded.

– Quiet. Let's watch. Indeed, if Irene is silent, we have nothing to look for," Ruthra said.

– Something remotely resembling some star clusters seems to be there.

– All right. Uh-huh. We'll wait for more information. Let's keep looking.

– Does YatSan there realize it's her from here? – IuLia inquired.

– You should listen to what they say. Of course he does," Andrian answered her.

He smiled a little, hoping to smooth over his unintentional rudeness. Iulia still didn't appreciate it, turning away from him resentfully.

– Actually, we don't know for sure. Remember the clone situation," Ruthra explained.

YatSan pulled herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. It was a huge double bed. You could say it was Gulliver's bed. Suddenly, YatSan jumped up and, completely naked, ran and dove into the pool. After swimming along the bottom to the next edge, she surfaced and ran to the wall with a picture of a rainy street. As soon as she reached the wall, the partition disappeared, a corridor opened up, and a shower of jets poured down on her from all sides.

– Why do we see it that way? We have to look at everything through her eyes, don't we? – Ruthra asked.

Everyone already realized that the question was directed to Irene.

– I tried it – and their AI gave access," she replied.

– What do you mean?

– They have AI, too.

– That's understandable. Civilization seems decent. By the way, what's the name of their AI?

– NRC. They sweetly call her NaRiKa.

– I wonder how they decipher that?

– Neural team leader – Andrian offered his variant.

– I don't think so," Iulia replied without turning around.

Then, looking at Rutra, she asked:

– Does our Irene stand for something? I mean, her manager's name is Irene. She's human, so her name is just a name.

– Let's not get distracted," Ruthra said.

Then turned to Irene:

– Why did you give me access? Who did NaRiKa think you were?

– I contacted her through YatSan's brain. She mistakes me for Yat-San.

– That's a good one. You're getting a signal through the moon stations?

– No. It's completely different. The signal doesn't travel like radio waves.

– I told you," the scientist said quietly, pointing a finger at Ruthra as if to rebuke him.

– And what did you say? – Ruthra asked him with some sarcasm.

– I told you the signal would be impossible to pick up normally.

– You said it was impossible because of the speed of radio waves. They, like light, would take billions of years to travel.

– Isn't that enough for you?

– So you said there wouldn't be a signal at all. I said it would.

– And how did you, your majesty, know that?

– You have a weak imagination.

– You assured me it would be just like the transmigration of consciousness. You convert the encoding of digitization of consciousness into a matrix of influence on one of the entangled particles, it transmits its state to another particle, decoding takes place there, as if unwinding a spring, and the state here turns out to be the state there. But how does the state there turn out to be the state here?

– What did you just say? Do you understand? The particles are in constant communication. So they affect each other's state. A change there causes a change here. That's the signal. She got a signal in her brain. It's at the atomic level. The signal is created by all the atoms that make up a person. Everything in him is changing somehow. Including these particles. So they're transmitting what's happening to them out there.

– Have you men remembered we're here," Iulia asked.

– I don't think so.

– Then speak in a way we can understand.

Meanwhile, on the screen, YatSan was getting dressed.

– Maybe you won't watch this scene? – Catherine said unaccustomedly loudly.

– Yes," Iulia encouraged her.

– We're not looking," Parmenides replied cheekily.

In fact, the men, pretending to be engaged in a passionate discussion, in which Andrian also joined, looked at the screen with one eye. YatSan had a good figure. She was even more athletic there. She dressed quickly. All her movements were polished, even sharp. She seemed to be in a hurry.

– 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.

– 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.

– We should have put her in another world in the timeline. We missed the whole thing. How did they reconcile? How did she become his wife? We should have put her in a world that affects this one," Parmenides explained.

– I don't understand anything anymore.

– It's okay, first pancake.

– How can we choose our worlds? Wherever it can, that's where it goes. You yourself explained that these particles find their own kind, i.e. worlds where they exist.

– Not me, Irene. By the way, Irene, how do you know that?

Ruthra looked at the scientist and twirled his finger in the air.

– From where? From you.

– And from you.

YatSan, having finished her manipulations in the safe, descended to Rutra's thighs so that "the axis of the world securely fixed her orbit," and, making a turn around the "equator," lifted her panties and tied them around his head, thus closing his eyes. At that moment, the alarm light came on, and a siren howled. YatSan, on the other hand, began to kiss Rutra greedily, palms pressed against his ears.

– She turned the volume up to maximum," Irene commented.

– With your hands? – Iulia asked.

– No. With NaRiKa.

– So they're in there together?

– It's possible. I still can't figure out why she's not reaching out to the president.

After about five seconds, Irene found the answer.

– Got it. YatSan has blocked all communication with the President. No one can enter his brain. Look, there's already a knock on the door.

A panel on the president's desk flashed, "Confirmation required." The door had already shaken. YatSan took the small device she had taken out of the safe from the desk, put it under Rutra's jaw, and the device blinked and went out. The panel on the table also went out.

YatSan wriggled again, pulled Ruthra to her breast, threw her head back, and growled like a Pride mistress in estrus. Then said in a whisper, softly and erotically, in her ear: "Tell me loudly that you order me to obey your commands immediately and clearly. Come on, honey, order me to be your doer. Order me."

– I can't listen to this," Iulia said shamefully, covering her face with her hands.

– What's wrong with you? – Catherine looked at her in surprise.

– Well? – YatSan said, sinking her sharp white teeth into Rutra's chest.

– I order you to obey my commands.

– Say loudly, shout, "I order you to follow my commands immediately and clearly."

– I order you to obey my commands immediately and clearly! – said Ruthra.

– Louder!

– I order you to obey my commands immediately and clearly!

– Louder, honey, louder, I'm waiting for the command to tremble before my commander! Growl, my tiger cub! – YatSan shouted mentally, asking him to speak aloud, and bit into his left nipple.

Ruthra shouted with all his might:

– I order you to obey my commands immediately and clearly!

The banging on the door stopped. All the screens came on. They blinked: "Evacuate immediately. Ready in three minutes."

There was silence in the laboratory. A light melody cut through it.

– They're the ones listening to the music," Irene explained.

YatSan finished her dance, Rutra leaned back in his chair and removed the 'blindfold' from his eyes, YatSan was still swaying gently.

– What's going on here? – Ruthra asked excitedly when he saw the siren light and the writing on the screens.

He hurriedly pulled the balloons out of his ears.

– NaRiKA, where are you?! – Ruthra shouted in a low voice.

– So it's not headphones. That's how she blocked the connection. They're special jammers, frequency blockers," Ruthra explained his hunch here.

"That" Ruthra jumped up, lifting YatSan with him, looked at her sternly, took her off him, and sat her on the edge of the table.

– NaRiKA, what's going on!? – he yelled again.

– I'll put it directly into the audio? You'll be able to hear their dialog," Irene said.

– Turn it on," Ruthra said.

YatSan sprawled out on the table and started laughing, throwing around everything in sight. Then she stood up and began to get dressed with an indifferent look. Rutra began to dress as well, only hurriedly and nervously, listening to the artificial intelligence's explanation.

– A pre-prepared version of your response is executed," NaRiKa explained.

Her voice was as calm, poised, and even in timbre as Irene's.

– What's the answer?! – shouted Ruthra.

Then he stood motionless, silent for a few seconds, asked:

– Why – did the system start up?

– No. There was no system startup. You personally initialized the startup for no reason. The command was clear through all channels," NaRiKa explained to Rutre.

– I didn't… I didn't… I didn't give…

Ruthra stopped and looked at YatSan, who was almost dressed. Then at the screens. Alarms were going off over the image of the launchers, the door began to bang powerfully again, the sonic siren roaring. With a rattle, the lock of the huge doors broke, the doors opened. At the entrance stood the head of security with several officers, several ministers, and a couple of unknown individuals. Their affiliations, names, ranks were indicated by NaRiKa pointing to their uniforms. They stood in a mute stance, looking at Rutra, and he at them, then they all turned to the screens.

The same question ran through the minds of those watching in the lab: Is this really happening there, or is it still happening here? If there, will it affect us? And if so, how?

In the yellow-gray steppe, the ground shook with staggered cells. Throwing the ground aside, the shafts of the launchers opened. On other screens, similar things were happening in the taiga, in the icy desert, on submarines. The first to fly out were the launchers with landing gear, followed by the giants from the underground mines. The dance of death rose in a round dance.

– Did you confirm my orders? – Ruthra asked quietly as the siren went silent.

– Absolutely. They have gone through all the confirmation programs," the defense minister replied.

– Damn it, why did this happen. Bring her back! This can't be happening. YatSan on the contrary should have prevented this," Ruthra shouted in the laboratory hall.

– It must have been reflected in them from that world, and now it may be reflected in us," the scientist explained his logic.

– So I say, knowing the chain of events, it is necessary to stop it all somewhere, in some world. Some version of the catastrophe will happen here. Bring back Yat-san!

– How will it affect us? – Andrian asked, pointing at the screen.

– I don't know yet. When I was there, the same thing happened, only we don't have anything yet. Maybe it manifests itself in other worlds," Ruthra said.

– Maybe you're wrong after all. Maybe it'll blow over. – Iulia said guiltily.

– But because I saw you there first… and here we found you in the same setting, time and place.

– Uh-huh?

– What did you think? I'm telling you, the worlds are exactly the same.

– Well, not exactly," Iulia shook her head and parried.

– Almost," Catherine told her. – Here Ruthra is one of the leaders of the world, he is an important person there too.

– Yes," Ruthra confirmed her interpretation. – It doesn't look exactly the same, but it's very similar.

– Or maybe you should be president here, and then this-" Iulia pointed to the screen where YatSan was running down the stairs, followed by Rutra yelling "stop, what's wrong with you today" and everyone else who was.

– Let's get her back! – Ruthra repeated.

– How? It should at least be at rest. She's going to break. I think it's because there's been a merger or an overlap… or a split personality. That YatSan over there, she's in her, in ours," said the scientist.

– What makes you say that?

– Our YatSan would hardly make such a race, and the behavior, I tell you, Mr. President, oh-oh.

– What are you all so crazy about? Cause you don't do stuff like this.

The ladies were embarrassed.

– That's not really what I'm talking about.

– Well, why not," Iulia said, and she and Catherine laughed.

– Nice job you have," Parmen said jokingly.

– Bring back YatSan!!!

Everyone got serious again.

– Can this really happen? – Andrian asked again. – Why don't we see what happens next?

– I know what's going to happen there.

– Or maybe it's not so terrible," Parmen said, turning to everyone.

The image disappeared the moment YatSan got on the bike and raced through the courtyards of the Kremlin. The screen went blank.

– First of all, you were in some other world.

– Yes. The timeline of events was different in that world. And history, too. Though… maybe everything after those events? – Ruthra said.

– No. One event in time, in chronology, is a beacon. What should happen there now and what happened there are one and the same event, it doesn't matter what chain of events led to that particular result. And besides – we're already confused. Conclusively.

– What's wrong?

– I mean, come on, it's not like it's a recording. Neither are those.

– So?

– Those events have already happened. This is a new world with new events. The only thing that can happen is that events in some world affected this world, and this world will affect ours. That is, what we see now will somehow be repeated in ours. Do you understand?

– Of course you are. That's what I'm saying. How did we even miss this?

– Since we're here, since you got us into the program – explain it to us too," IuLia asked with mild indignation.

– Okay, sit down, I'm tired of standing. While YatSan returns, while her consciousness is being restored to her brain, I'll show you the recording of our original experiment. The first human flight to parallel worlds. My flight.

– Now that's interesting. I hope it's a decent show," Iulia said and flopped down on the couch.

– Irene, play a tape of my hike.

– I can trance directly to the brain.

– No, don't do that yet. We want to talk about it.

– Turning it on?

– Turn it on.

– Immediately when you're already there?

– Yeah. (chuckles)

– Volumetric or flat?

– Flat.

The wall turned into a screen, an image went up.