– That's probably why I was eliminated.
Ruthra and those present at the conversation looked questioningly.
– When you were given permission to have direct contact with a narrow circle of people in the President's inner circle – I was against your idea of extending the local control over artificial intelligence that you implemented in your laboratory to the entire system. That is, to the one that controls security systems in the global public sphere.
– I'm sorry, but can you keep it simple," Andrian said rather loudly and demandingly.
He didn't even look at the security guard, his gaze fixed on the screen, his forehead covered with sweat. The excitement did not let go of everyone. The chief of security began to speak more quickly and sharply.
– When you plugged your brains, let's say, into a supercomputer as a blockchain system, at first few people understood what it was and how. Then the experts reached a verdict. Some of you may have access to the settings. In addition, let's not forget the level of development that AI has reached – it is no longer a machine. It engages in dialog with understanding. It has likes and dislikes. This imposed certain difficulties for an impartial assistant, which she was supposed to be. In order to sometimes remove negative effects in Irene's behavior, access to some settings was opened.
– To whom?
Ruthra asked and bit his tongue. A fraction of a second after the question came the realization that he'd said the wrong thing.
– I understand your stress," was the security chief's response.
– Ruthra," Iulia said and did not continue.
– We didn't have time to investigate. The president's death was not violent. It's still preliminary. And maybe not yet," he said sadly.
– Maybe he was hypnotized.
– Are you saying the missile launch system was powered by him?
– Yes. It was his code that was used to override the communications systems. It's an option we didn't calculate well. Or rather, the General Staff didn't calculate it well. I was only supposed to anticipate it.
– What?
– The fact that the president can be influenced.
– Ruthra," Iulia said a little louder.
– Yes, I think it's about time," Andrian said vaguely.
– What?" Ruthra asked again.
– Do you have amnesia? – YatSan entered the dialog with a bit of anger.
There was a scream in the hall, and everyone looked at the screen. There was the first explosion. It was high-altitude. On the map, a glow bloomed in the area that bordered the U.S. coastline. The image of a separate sector was coming from a satellite in video mode. It was a colorful and deadly spectacle. Hundreds of missiles and already separated warheads were streaming across U.S. and Russian airspace. They were shot off by defense air defense systems. Despite the tragedy of what was happening, the excitement of the game was involuntarily captured. Watching this from the height of space – incredibly mesmerizing spectacle. The noise in the hall stopped. Everyone silently watched the outcome of events. There were many questions that surprised. There were no strikes on the territory of other nuclear powers and allies on either side. Probably because there were no launches from their territory either. Which was also surprising. The flashes continued. The explosive spectacle of the flames of a macabre fakir swaddled the sky. The sky in reverse. The shockwave blew clouds and clouds apart like a giant fan. The image began to shimmer. It was radiation. Two or three minutes with rapid heartbeat, cold sweat, and shaky legs passed. It was a terrible, horrible, ridiculous and yet noble war. The defense system had worked perfectly. All the explosions were high-altitude. It actually made sense. There's no point in a war like this if the result is a Pyrrhic victory. Why contaminate territory when it could be useful? And anyway – why fight a war if there are no spoils. Therefore, the spoils, such as territory and everything on it, had to remain intact. In the modern world, it is enough to cut off the electricity – and he himself will surrender, even without a fight. This is exactly the effect the high-altitude explosions were designed for. But who won? This question, despite the gruesomeness of what had happened, was running through everyone's minds. As if reading it, or maybe really reading it, the Chief of General Staff came up and said:
– The whole world will go dark. Whoever can rebuild the fastest, whoever can keep the territory will win. The one who is smart enough not to divide and fight over it.
– Most likely-not without it," Ruthra answered him. – Those are the obvious implications. Power will be in cells within a radius of at most 50 kilometers. Imagine how many principalities will appear in Russia alone.
– Yes everywhere," the general answered him.
– Why the whole world? – Andrian asked.
– Irene continues to act. First, she did not launch missiles from submarines, which both pleased and surprised us. And now, as if looking at the first result, she has decided to shut down the rest of the countries as well.
– Look, it doesn't make sense. I mean, she's shutting herself down.
– What are you talking about, Rutra Tigrovic? You're obviously under stress.
Ruthra realized his mistake again. The holy of holies, the place where the supercomputer was installed, was the same here as in his world. And it was already a fact, for this bunker was functioning. In the new world of undergrounds there were now new cities, capitals, suburbs. And there, on the surface – something like before in space. It would be dangerous to go up there.
– Okay, okay, I hear you. A little bit really confused. Anyway, the first and inevitable stage has passed. Let's assemble the staff, get to work.
– Is that an order? – The chief security officer asked.
– Orders," Ruthra said firmly.
– Yes," the military reported.
The chief of staff left, and the chief of security approached Rutra and, taking his hand, gestured for him to step back. As they stepped back, he said to him almost in a whisper:
– We have some preliminary results from here.
He gestured to the hall below, where monitoring and analysis was constantly going on.
– You can request it through Irene, but there is a danger. So I will ask you to restrict certain functions a bit… and certainly, I assure you, I will have to disable the ability to customize that madam over there.
He pointed at one of the ladies.
– Unfold the details.
– The president didn't shut down communication between systems.
– And who is?
– Unknown caller.
– What do you mean?
– A new admin has been brought into the system.
– How and who?
– You were the one who originally nominated him. Remember, I refused to endorse.
Rutra, as they say, was on the edge of failure. Who did he suggest?
– Give me a full report, no riddles.
– That cock offered by the madam you call....
He didn't have time to finish, or Ruthra didn't hear over the shouting.
– Rutra, look! Tell them to do something! Please! -Catherine shouted, followed by Julia.
She was pointing at the screen. Ruthra was at a loss to understand what was happening. One of the operators down the tier, realizing the cause of his concern, explained:
– That's the third stage falling. It's not a warhead.
Ruthra, looking closely, figured out what he was talking about, but didn't understand what they were talking about. IrAn, apparently realizing