Chapter 1: Transmigration of Souls
– Today I am going to show you an interesting test. It is interesting, at least for me personally, because I have done it many times to check whether I am in reality or in the virtual world. Although it was suggested to me by medical professionals as a condition check, it gave inaccurate results. I thought a lot about why and found a solution that surprised me. I tried hundreds of variants – nothing worked. The essence of the test is simple, it is the reaction of our body to alcohol, or rather blood to ethyl alcohol. First we look under a microscope at our blood in its natural state. The blood, specifically the red and white cells in it, move around as normal, like balloons. You get the idea?
– I think I understand," Andrian replied. – Now there will be a topic similar to the two-slit experiment.
The ladies giggled. Iulia even spoke up:
– Why was he named that?
This caused even more laughter. Now Andrian smiled, too.
– They could have called it a two-hole.
Everyone laughed heartily at that. Ruthra looked around at everyone and continued:
– Back to reality, guys. Yeah, Andrian, you're right. It's the same kind of thing. That is, in the two-slit experiment, a particle is transformed into a wave when it passes through two slits and hits the screen opposite. When we don't look at the screen, but check it after the impact, there are dots from balls, and if we watch the process – lines from waves. It's like this. A mysticism that keeps both amateurs and serious scientists in suspense. You know, perhaps this is one of the facts that prove and disprove simultaneously the existence of some force, or energy, or mind, or God. Because supporters of different opinions think that it proves our life in some cosmic simulation, like a computer game. Their opponents, on the other hand, say that god does it. It's simple: God does it. And there you can interpret it any way you want, but at the same moment it does not forbid imagining god in some modern sense, even in the fact that we live in his thoughts. I've been thinking about this for quite some time. Thought and thought – and did something like this. The thing is, if you… honestly, I'm telling you this in confidence. You don't have to tell everyone. It's a trump card. An informative trump card. Don't forget: the main energy of the future is information, and its core is the speed of processing for decision making. However, back to the topic. So, of course, and I had doubts, and I argued that the virtual world is natural, that everything that happens is a hoax. So here I was offered to have my blood tested. But in the virtual world there is such a mess, I would even say – an anomaly of consciousness. You check the blood before and after drinking alcohol, and the blood shows you the same thing. Why? Now it's even weirder: sometimes this way and sometimes that way.
– Oh, my God, how's it going, though?
– YatSan, be careful with alcohol.
Ruthra's joking warning made everyone smile again, and her friend even gave her a little poke. It was unclear whether it was YatSan or Rutra, because everyone knew about Rutra's attitude toward "sucking the soul of a gin," as he called smoking hookah.
– She's more of a bong girl.
Ruthra made a serious face and continued:
– Okay, I'll make it short. I couldn't figure out why this was happening. I was drinking alcohol, and my blood was normal, so the red cells weren't clumping together. And then the supercomputer gave me a clue. Not Irene. There was another one in that system, or rather, a different one. To me, it was in a female form. And the point was that in the virtual world we live, so to speak, by pure reason, natural nature, only completely under the control of the supercomputer. He can change what we see any way he wants. So here he was, making me believe that the world I was in was real. Confusing the readings, that is, sometimes showing the true picture, so that I would have doubts about the reality of the same test. This is why you have to do an unobservable experiment. I probably didn't fully explain it again.
– Or rather, as always, confused.
It wasn't hard to guess what YatSan had said. Ruthra was silent for a moment, raised his left index finger up, and continued.
– In the virtual world, everything should be the same. Whether you drink alcohol or not, your blood should be normal. Virtual reality has no effect on instrument readings, because there is no consciousness there. It is the supercomputer that influences you, your consciousness – and you see what it wants you to see. Everything you see is modeled by it. Like a dream in your mind. That's why you have to do the test, not by observing the process, but by looking at the result. That is, the effect, the trace, the consequences that the blood leaves on the materials being tested. So much for the two-slit experiment. You can laugh. Let's move on. Before the flight, we'll be conducting soul transmigration tests. Yes, I realize that sounds like something extraordinary and exciting, even magical to you. I understand, and I assure you, it will become commonplace and routine. I now invite you to the hidden block. Not even most of the medical staff has access to it. That's just for the record," Ruthra said and looked at YatSan, because she was the most thoughtful person in the experiment.
Ruthra led them and their assistants to an elevator that took them down several levels and down a corridor to a massive iron door. The door opened automatically. Behind it, shining white, wreathed with cold, was a room that felt somewhat mystical.
– Please don't get emotional. No matter how surprised you may be, please act naturally. This is our future. In your lifetime, it will be a reality. It will be perfectly normal. You will now see your doppelgangers. Your emotions are also natural. I confess, and for me a lot of things were a shock at first, and then I just ran out of emotions. It's real. You will understand later how it is when you don't understand anything and everything that happens becomes a matter of faith. The birth of God is not the birth of anything material. The birth of a god is a figment of your imagination. You give birth to it (at least – its modern, scientific version) first of all in your consciousness by synthesis of fantasy and faith. Exactly scientific, because all this must be substantiated by modern apostles, i.e. luminaries of science. Know or not know, understand or not understand – it does not matter much, the main thing is fantasy, so that you can imagine it, and faith, so that you can accept it. Accordingly, everything must be confirmed by the servants of the cult of science, who were able to put some of their fantasies into material form, and after that – everything that is not even put into material form is accepted on faith. If you believe in correctness of simple calculations of a counting machine (at the level of multiplication table), the correctness of which you can easily check, and it is for you the confirmation of belief in correctness of complex calculations, – why don't you trust complex machines, which have proved the scientificity of existence of parallel worlds? This is a model of human thought architecture. That's how you reason yourself. So there you go.
– I'm going to fall.
– Even if I didn't hear who said it, I wouldn't have to guess: YatSan, of course.
– That's what everyone thought, I just dared to say it.
– I don't," Andrian said.
– Well, you're just another freak. We don't need this.
– I'm more shocked at why you're the first," Andrian "pricked" her lightly.
– I'm shocked myself.
– It's sad that you understood that," Ruthra said sadly.
– It's okay. We get it. Only you reason and give us your reasoning from your scientific level. We don't really get it. Especially us girls.
– Yeah, you're one hell of a chorus girl.
– Well, maybe not a chorus girl anymore, but it's still not clear to every man.
Ruthra laughed. The others laughed too, especially the science luminary (the scientist even started clapping his hands).
– Okay, back to the topic, then we'll get to the high stuff. What was I saying? Well, if I found out that somewhere there was my second self, even if it was just a body, I would not only be shocked, but terrified. I mean, if it wasn't for me,