Rembrandt code. Artur Zadikyan

information is stored, and read everything e from there.

      Why am I saying this? In that secret system, in which I was active, and certainly in that secret organization, with which our story is connected, everyone was implanted with a microchip, which simultaneously allowed to know everything about their organism, to communicate with each other by means of thoughts, that is silently, to communicate with the computer and all technical devices, which had this communication system, to be in the system W i-F i and Bluetooth for ordinary mobile devices, and of course – security services. Management structures already monitor all and know everything that is going on in the heads of citizens, but in organizations like "ZASLON"… Well you know what I mean.

      Chapter 6: A telepath at will.

      – … The case began when one of the agents died. Well, he's not really dead. I told you, I was investigating anomalous events. Particularly those about which there are not unsubstantiated claims, but well-documented evidence, with a psychiatrist's resolution on the main character of the event. In our research center we have collected such people, about whom from the outside we can say – crazy. Most claim to have been possessed by someone, some spirit, aliens. Many of them have been on other planets, almost universally. but many of them. They claim to have died and been resurrected. And the main – they were periodically stolen by aliens. Well, that sort of thing…

      To say I was confused and surprised by all of this is misdirecting my reaction to what I heard. I involuntarily embarrassed myself. More because of the awkwardness of giving away my irony. But my facial expressions gave me away. True, I never could tell whether the man understood it as a smirk or as surprise; there was no response. Perhaps I had a bias toward him. The interlocutor, although he was in charge of security, positioned himself not so much as a representative of the power cohort, but as a scientific adept. When I looked at him with understanding of his "report", what he said began to be taken more seriously but again left in the dark – was he joking, was he testing me or…?

      It' s nothing, – continued the interlocutor, – it seemed to me, I'm not the first to whom he tells these dubious cases… some people claimed all sorts of strange things, which then began to be confirmed experimentally in fact.

      I tried to listen to him without showing even a twitch of facial muscles. Understood as an absolute fantasy, and not the healthiest one at that, he couldn't have substantiated such a thing. Then what? Had to come to an understanding in the process.

      – One of the participants of the experiment talked about knowing the coordinates of a planet that has the same life as on Earth. He described the region of space where it is located and named the coordinates. The thing is that no one had studied this area of space, at first, of course, everyone took his statement with a smile. It was e before he was in the center. He wrote to all authorities, to ufological societies, even to the presidents of space powers sent video message . In the end he got so annoyed … took into account his academic degree, titles, and so – little … that in the process of space mission with the help of telescopes, directly space telescope "James Webb", it was decided to redirect him to this area. After preliminary results, which were in favor of his claims, listened to the area with radio telescopes at one of the test sites of the concern "ZASLON". By the way, test site was located on the back side of the Moon.

      My surprise was accompanied by an ironic smile.

      – P I understand your skepticism, but if the moon rovers were working there officially, why can't we do experiments unofficially . And what do you think?

      – And what do I think?

      – You think everything matched his version.

      – Exactly, that's exactly what I thought… or think, I don't know, – cheerfully I replied, to make clear my healthy skepticism, which coincided with the tone of the interlocutor , and to hint about my intention to conduct the dialog not as a protocol.

      – So, I hasten to surprise you, – also moving to a more friendly manner, continued the man, – he wasn't just talking about this location.

      No matter how hard I tried to hide my surprise, my smile gave me away all the same.

      – I, and not only, also had such a reaction, and is not clear – to what and whom.

      – What and who?

      – According to these coordinates they determined the star, near which was the cause of variable radiation, which spoke about the presence of a planet there, and with an increased amount of hydrogen, oxygen and carbon.

      – Ah, that's what it turns out to be. And, of course, that already spoke of the possible existence of biological life on this planet. That's genius.

      – We too had an ironic smile at first. And in the end, having determined the temperature of the planet, which was within the habitable zone, the ironic smile was replaced by a thoughtful contemplation.

      – Hmmm, well, of course, all the research findings are kept confidential, under the cover of… let -let me guess… top secret?

      – Or else .

      – All right, I almost believe it. So what are our brothers saying?

      In this manner of dialog I wanted to remind about the reason of my interest, which led me to him, and not to listen to some assumptions, predictions of either a madman, or a genius, or a soothsayer.

      The guardian of cyber space pressed his lips together and began to resemble a duck, after a short pause asked a question that apparently was bugging him:

      – Are brothers?

      My sigh and a glance at the ceiling spoke for themselves. After understanding glances at each other the interlocutor continued: