Parallel worlds – two. Birth of God

– 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.