Jesus and Christ
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– Dr. Rutra, are you in some parallel universe again? Well, if you don't need my advice, then I'm sorry, good riddance," the doctor murmured, noticing the distracted look in his eyes, her voice clearly tinged with a mixture of resentment and displeasure.
– I'm sorry," Ruthra said cheerfully. – I can't take any evidence from it, so it would be the same thing if I were to be pumped into my brain… indoctrinated with events about reality for the body at a time when it may well be an illusion.
– It's strange to hear this from the author of the program.
– That's the thing.
– Once upon a time, people considered it magic to see what happened somewhere else, i.e. videotaping, and more.
– Oh, come on. You're telling me this?
– Don't forget, according to your own theory – events there will reverberate in our world.
– That's the only proof there is and can be. I'll try to do something there that can be felt in our world. But what is it? How do I know what to do? And how will it be felt in our world?
– You make one that's very close to you.
– Like what?
– Well, you don't have to think about that now, not when you're already in the rig.
– I've been thinking about this for a long time.
– Something very close to you, for example, in relation to close friends, relatives, colleagues after all. The most reliable thing is to suggest something to the artificial intelligence as a program setting. It is to lead it morally and psychologically to certain conclusions. It is directly connected with your consciousness. Then you will definitely notice changes in its logic. It will definitely show up here. Do I have to teach you?
– Quantum particles? – Ruthra said thoughtfully.
– Quantum worlds," the therapist agreed, raising her eyebrows meaningfully.
– Isn't it dangerous? – Ruthra said again, thinking about the artificial intelligence's compulsion, asking more to himself than to the medical officer. – Unlike me, he'd be both here and there at the same time… just like those particles.
– All right, then. Don't indoctrinate him with religious postulates, that's all. Otherwise he will suddenly think he is an omnipotent, omniscient deity," the doctor said, smiling jokingly, as if to warn him.
– Your way of speaking… here we go again… I actually wanted to talk about your frequently used "well", it's passed on to me, it's become a habit. No offense, but I don't see anything wrong with it. By the way, it was passed on to Rangit from me… or he did. His system… and all artificial intelligence systems are based on the method of comparative analysis, adaptation and copying in the process of contact. And this one has not only in the process of mental-verbal contact, but also moral-psychological, as well as through the sensations of the body, to whose consciousness it can connect, at the physiological level. They smiled, – they smiled, – here we go again, – now the assistants were laughing too.
– And time, time," the voice of Dr. Maymun's collaborator and colleague on the project, to which he had deliberately given a tone of causticity, sounded unexpectedly in tune with the joking notes.
He was a programmable systems engineer and the youngest professor at the center. Rutra called him "the luminary of science" in a friendly way, and was used to his mannerisms, joking on and off.
– Well, let's get on our way," Ruthra agreed without emotion.
The installation has been prepared. The location of sending the consciousness was determined. It was a mysterious region in the vicinity of a massive black hole, in the area of which, according to experts, there were many inhabited worlds like ours. This region of the metagalaxy was located in the constellation of the Hound Dogs, at a distance of 10.37 billion light-years from the Sun. The mass of the giant, pulling down the entire gravitational canvas of this region of the universe – 66 billion solar masses. Expedition into the power regions of such a giant was frankly alarming, although the body was in a certain safety. Not only that, next to such a giant, with monstrous gravity, there was also another monster – superbright radio-loud quasar TON 618. Not even next to it, but as if from the outside, enveloped it – a rattling mixture, 140 trillion times the solar brightness.
– Stop daydreaming," Maimun said, seeing the chief's thoughtful look, and waved to his assistants.
***
Ruthra woke up in a wasteland, either a hilly steppe or a scorched field. There was a small pond nearby, which looked like an oasis for such an area. Ruthra looked around. He shouted: "Anybody here?" Silence. He looked at his body, his clothes – he looked like a Bedouin: as far as he could tell, he was wearing shurukas, with a kufiya sagging from his head, which was tightly covered with egal. After wandering around the neighborhood, he crouched under a tree near a body of water. "What's going on? – Ruthra pondered. – My body…" He stood up abruptly, ran to the oasis, looked at his reflection, but yes, it was him, or rather, the body was his.
– What the hell!" shouted Ruthra in indignation. – Where am I? Where is everyone? Rangit!
He didn't get an answer.
It was evening, then darkness fell. Tired of calling, tired of his resentment, he settled himself under a tree and, with restlessness in his soul, began to kemar – to resist sleep, to fall asleep.
Unexpectedly, he fell asleep. He recognized it when he was approached.
– Master Ruthra, get up," said a seemingly familiar voice.
– What? Who? – He freaked out.
– It's okay. I'm an assistant in the relocation lab.
Suddenly a bright light came on, and Ruthra squeezed his eyes shut.
– Get up, your Bedouin majesty, or else you're lying here, you know," said Maimoun's voice sarcastically.
– What the fuck," Ruthra said a little louder than usual.
– Now, now, you leave that alone. The experiment went well. We'll do it again in a few days.
Ruthra stood up and looked around, several SUVs parked in the distance, with security guards and science center personnel stationed around them.
– What the hell? – Ruthra asked Maimuna calmly.
– That's the devil. What did you want? You said it yourself – it is necessary to conduct a test, or what if the "settler" perceives the reality of the other world inadequately, will do something wrong there, and they will like to blow up here with their reflection, it will be a big disaster.
– I didn't say that.
– That's about right. It goes like this.
– So it's a play?
– What, you just woke up?
– Imagine this.