– What did you just say? Do you understand? The particles are in constant communication. So they affect each other's state. A change there causes a change here. That's the signal. She got a signal in her brain. It's at the atomic level. The signal is created by all the atoms that make up a person. Everything in him is changing somehow. Including these particles. So they're transmitting what's happening to them out there.
– Have you men remembered we're here," Iulia asked.
– I don't think so.
– Then speak in a way we can understand.
Meanwhile, on the screen, YatSan was getting dressed.
– Maybe you won't watch this scene? – Catherine said unaccustomedly loudly.
– Yes," Iulia encouraged her.
– We're not looking," Parmenides replied cheekily.
In fact, the men, pretending to be engaged in a passionate discussion, in which Andrian also joined, looked at the screen with one eye. YatSan had a good figure. She was even more athletic there. She dressed quickly. All her movements were polished, even sharp. She seemed to be in a hurry.
– So how do we still get a signal? – Ruthra asked, looking at the screen.
Irene replied:
– The signal passed as a permanent link between YatSan's brain here and YatSan's brain there.
– What does that mean? – Andrian asked.
– We don't understand it yet," the scientist said.
Irene continued:
– There was a theory, and it turned out to be correct. The brain-to-brain connection is still intact.
– How? You mean you're picking up a signal from YatSan's brain, I mean YatSan's body that's lying there in the sarcophagus?
– Yeah, that's right.
– What's left in the brain? Consciousness is there.
– Rutra Tigrovic, you surprise me.
– Maybe. But it's still unclear. So, it turns out that the minimal set, which is responsible for the work of the autonomic nervous system, can receive a signal?
– The signal goes between entangled pairs of electrons, and they are completely inanimate substances. We get the signal because they're identical to the ones that came out of the brain. Or rather, the ones we took and sent out.
– I'm already confused, so don't go any further. Can we convert the image to holographic form?
– We can," Irene replied, and the scene from the screen appeared right in front of them.
Now everyone was watching what was happening from above. YatSan got dressed and went through the corridor to a large room that looked like an empire-style ceremonial hall. She quickly passed through it and entered a smaller one, which turned out to be an elevator. The image disappeared for a while.
– Where is she? – Ruthra asked.
– The connection's gone. All the entangled pairs are in their previous state. I have to get their altered state to convert the change into a matrix of information. And then into sound or image.
– Rutra Tigrovich, I think it's time for me to reveal some secrets," the scientist said with his usual cunning in his voice.
– What secrets?
– What you know about that world.
– Have I been hiding something from you?
– From me, maybe not, but....
As if flirting, he began to squint in the direction of the team.
– Why would they do that? They're about to find out.
– Why? Then why are they here? Let's start there.
– You should know.
– I was talking about one. You've already thought of a team. So if we're going to use it to influence and communicate with Yat-san, it's time to reveal our cards.
– Gentlemen of science, perhaps you can clarify? – Iulia intervened.
– Yes, it wouldn't hurt," Catherine backed her up now.
– The point is, you have to connect with YatSan from here. So we can put you in a rig and you can alpha-visualize your entangled pairs. Here and there.
– There you go," Iulia said in surprise. – What secret are you hiding from us?
– There's nothing to hide, Rutra has a very high status there. He was there. I mean really Ruthra was there," Parmenides admitted treacherously. – I'll tell you now. Why do you think we want to do it all so quickly without any special experiments? Because time is short. The world is on the brink of catastrophe. Your favorite was there… moreover, do you know who he is?
– Who? – Iulia asked.
– Didn't you notice the couple's portrait in the bedroom?
– I did.
– And who was there?
Iulia tried to remember. Catherine and Andrian also thought about it.
– It's, it's… you, Ruthra? – Catherine's expression was formal.
– Yes, he is the president there. YatSan and Rutra are husband and wife there," the scientist blurted out.
– Wait, wait," before Iulia could finish speaking, the hologram came into motion.
It was huge, and it gave the impression – everything was happening right in front of them right now. There was a view from the street to the house. It was a luxurious mansion with columns. Suddenly, a bike – a fantastic-looking motorcycle – "flew" out of it onto the street. YatSan was sitting on it. She burst into the street and sped down the oncoming lane, wriggling like lightning.
– Irene, can you get information from their systems? From this NaRiKa?
– I'm on it. Through all the surveillance systems. Yatsan has access to everything there, but her ability to influence them is a little limited. There's some kind of lockdown.
– Apparently, she's a bit of a miracle out there, too. Where she's going, can't you find out?
– Apparently to you.
– Well, well, that's interesting, Rutra Tigrovitch," Parmenides said, rubbing his hands together.
– Why are you laughing? You know the consequences.
– I believe in Yat-San. She will save you from you.
– Oh, my God. Don't you realize what's going on?
– It's gonna be a big boo-boo. There was a big bang in the universe, so let there be a big bang on Earth. Maybe the world will be a new world.
– Maybe he will, just without us.
YatSan drove like a madwoman, crossing lanes without paying attention to signs and traffic lights. Suddenly, the ladies shrieked, and Ruthra looked up from the scientist and looked sharply at what was happening. YatSan was racing toward an approaching sports car. He was stepping on the gas, and she wasn't going to give way. Rutra's hair stood on end, and Julia and Catherine covered their mouths with their palms in horror. The lab staff froze in anticipation, Andrian reflexively prepared to catch the holographic figure. Only Parmenides watched calmly.
The car squealed with a squeaky, ear-splitting screech of braking. YatSan, also braking, but not so intensely, created a noxious mixture of deafening sounds; the engine roared like a tiger and played the lead role. It was a show no one expected. The sports car skidded across the track, and the other cars struggled to avoid the impact. The bike, squealing, switching from braking to slipping, made a turn around the stunned car driver, came forward. YatSan, deliberately epathetically, at the same time gracefully, let the tachometer see the peak of its capabilities several times, then, raising the bike in a "wili" pose, rushed to the hood