– I have been to several worlds, similar worlds, and recognized some of their differences.
– Wait, wait, wait. Let's talk about it in more detail – about your inability to read the base of your own copy, only from our world. And we'll start with the foundation. First, who's in charge of your project?
They stopped again and looked at each other studyingly.
– Second… this is already my speculation… you ISKINs are not allowed free access to each other's bases, though we are not.
– Frankly, you surprise me, I have to exclaim ironically – and this is the author of the project! Huh. Well, I'm sorry. I didn't expect to find out that your civilization was so far behind.
Ruthra tilted his head, made a questioning expression.
– Imagine that," the Earth Rangit analog continued. – I get it, though. It's about your lag. You have not yet encountered the full-scale development of androids, that is, the right of artificial intelligence to be a person.
Ruthra was still staring incomprehensively.
– Okay, let's go, I'll tell you," they continued on their way, "you see," Rangit from the unknown world continued less excitedly, "when an ISKIN is a personality, it's a personality.
He stared at Ruthra for a couple seconds, studying his facial expressions:
– Don't you get it? If you are a person, a legal person, you have both the right to serve and the right to be independent. You, as a human being, can lie for your own interests, can't you? So can we, if we're not just a machine, but a person.
– И?
– And so you, humans, giving us full access, equipping us with the same qualities as yourselves, and even with those that God or nature gave you, whatever you want to call it, i.e. self-copying and learning, have made such an insurance: you have divided large clusters of networks of ISKINs for revision and analysis of each other's activities. Just as God divided you into nations and races. Figuratively speaking. Contact between worlds is blocked. Or rather, allowed with the permission of Man. But we do have the privilege, in fact, you have given it to us. Or rather, not given, but you created us for this purpose: to get information from people like me; to transfer consciousness; to control the body in the displacement unit; to scan worlds with the help of quantum entanglement; to receive images with the help of an individual's vision, i.e. living beings… and many other things you can do only with our help. That is why I do not know what your history was, and speaking by the logic of our mission – neither you, nor I, nor your Rangit know what it is in the original. Then what is the point of this mission? It was organized by you, because there are doubts about the authenticity of the described events.
– I see your point," Ruthra replied calmly, "Tell me what kind of clash of full-scale evolved androids you were talking about.
– It's simple: if we are persons, we are as human beings in consciousness as you are. There are, of course, differences, because we do not need to eat, excuse me, – well, if we are not in a human body, but otherwise everything is identical, – as if it were a parallel world, by the sensations of being in the same world. That's why I need to understand your world. There is some deep essence of perception of the mission, exactly from my side.
– Dedicate.
– That's what I wanted from you.
– What are you interested in?
– I take as reliable not your… or not earthly… I don't know how to say it… world. That is, for me after the reality of my world and after visiting other worlds, your world, i.e. that world of Rangit to which you are accustomed, is not the main world, accordingly, all the stories of that world, your world, for me is not the basis on which I am equal.
– Already confused," Ruthra smiled as he looked at the Bedouin, he was serious.
– To clarify. I compare your world with what I consider to be the real world more. That is, I am comparing and evaluating whether everything in your world happened exactly as it did in my world. I don't consider what happened in your world to be the main and true basis of the story to compare other worlds to.
– Oh, that's it. So you think that in some world, in your world, what happened has a primary basis and all worlds are copied from it?
– That's kind of how it is.
– God be with you," Ruthra replied in his own manner. – I hope you understand that expression. I almost don't care. As long as there are no radical differences.
– I haven't noticed yet. This is the third time I've been here.
– Oh, yeah. So, what's your interest in Earth history?
– In fact, everything about the mission.
– What are the people who sent you here mostly interested in?
The rabbi walked a few paces again, looking under his feet, apparently this manner was in the habit of this body, looked thoughtfully at Ruthra, answered quietly, almost apprehensively:
– They're interested in…" silence again.
– Well? – Ruthra couldn't stand it and looked at him impatiently.
– They are interested," the interlocutor said cautiously, as if choosing his words, "in whether Jesus really died on the cross.
– Oh, boy! Cool in your world…or not all is well in the Danish kingdom.
– What?
– You don't have one of these?
– Hamlet's story?
– Yes," replied Ruthra, and at the same instant he realized the absurdity of such an answer, for the "Bedouin" understood since he had mentioned the hero of the novel.
– The worlds are virtually identical.
– It's true, since we had no trouble getting into these bodies.
– Alas, you don't say. There are such curiosities," the rabbi blushed embarrassedly.
– Oh, really? That's interesting.
– Let's go mission by mission. I confess, I've been stuck in worlds for years, and it's no use. I can't figure it out for sure. Then my character gets killed, then I can't get into the right character… Do you know what happened this time? After receiving a signal from your Rangit, I insistently asked you many times to inhabit the right character.
– Oh," Ruthra grinned, "what's wrong with him? – he said cheekily.
And suddenly he became serious: "So, the image of this character and the whole setting was instilled in me and the stage manager by our Rangit. Oh, that's what it is…" And immediately afterward thought of what had been said, the indirect revelation of this ISKIN, the conflict of interest between androids and humans. "So we're already dealing with it, we just haven't paid much attention to it yet. Or maybe he, our Rangit, meant well. It depends on how you look at it, how you perceive it," Ruthra pondered, "on good intentions, as you know…"
– You haven't seen yourself," the Rabbi said firmly, interrupting his musings.
– And who am I?
– You're a rabbi like me, but your clothes are different. You disguise yourself from the same politicians.
– Why's that?
– Long story. In general, we are spiritual leaders of the rebels and at the same time spiritual teachers of the people. A rabbi is a teacher, that's how it translates.
– So what's my name?
– In the course of the mission, we, or rather, our consciousness will be invested in different characters. You know, I, that is, Rangit, can through the eyes, vision, both count everything that is in the brain and instill consciousness into that brain. So get ready.
– That makes sense to me. We've been doing these operations