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– I believe that there is a single center of worlds, which was formed first and has already evolved so much that it became itself composed of invisible waves, such as radiation or gravity, or maybe light waves. Most likely light waves… or all of them together.
– Rutra, stop. We're going crazy here.
– You won't get off, but you'll never be the same again.
– Rutra, tell me, what was it? Who's Fantomas? – Iulia, as always, was boldly pushing the limits of what she could communicate, intuitively aware of Ruthra's leniency.
He shook his head in response, and it meant censure, but the smile said "there you go again in your ma
– YatSan is back. She will be conscious soon," reported the laboratory staff.
Ruthra began to narrate quickly:
– I spoke of the laws of physics when I wanted to explain the test by which we test the reality of worlds. These particles actually go certain distances and come back. They have a very minimal amount of backlash. That's the deviation from the axis. By measuring that deflection, we determine the distances our particle has flown. It's like spectral analysis, radiocarbon analysis… or the Doppler effect. The atoms of each chemical element have strictly defined resonant frequencies, and as a result, it is at those frequencies that they emit or absorb light. Simply put, they wobble each in their own way. And depending on the deflection of light (which is more, which is less), you can determine which chemical elements make up a substance. That's spectral analysis. Radiocarbon is when, over time, one type of carbon transforms into another. The rate of transformation is known, so we can determine when Tyra
They walked to the installation. YatSan opened her eyes. She was helped to stand up. She had the look of a tired person.
– How are you? – Ruthra asked.
She looked at him unkindly, lowered her gaze.
– It's fine," YatSan replied grudgingly.
– Yat, tell me, what happened there? – Iulia asked in a clearly provocative ma
Everyone understood this already, but forgave, knowing there was no malicious intent.
– I need to rest. I've had enough. I'm not your guinea pig," Yatsan said and walked out.
Ruthra contacted her silently.
– YatSan, it's okay, don't worry. It was a different world.
The advantage of such communication was confidentiality. No one could know about him. Only Irene, omniscient and omnipresent, knew everything. Although "knew" was a strong word for it, everything was only recorded in her. But the fact that Irene could use all the information, combining it into concentric circles of logic, going wider and wider into the topics with which the information was co
Rutra involuntarily pondered about it as he followed YatSan. Accompanied by the medical staff, she was on her way to the living quarters. In the first hour after the completion of a process, such as a virtual reality session, the person involved in the experiment was at their mercy. No one could interfere with them.
YatSan responded with the same method.
– What do you mean, it's okay?
Ruthra guessed, she didn't know about the transfer of information from her brain there to her brain here, and from there directly to Irene.
Suddenly Ruthra drew a positive conclusion from the secrecy of what was going on. It would seem that everything should have trumpeted what had happened. It was an event which, in fact, the consciousness could not yet adequately perceive. If she had brought something tangible from there, then it would be easier to believe. But what? The evidence is purely scientific. Like the new elements in the Mendeleev table. It's like the particle is fixed, it's got all the data, but there's no substance. Something appears for a split second in a lab experiment and then disappears. What do you think of an alien from a parallel world? After all, under certain conditions, these particles form stable substances in combination, and possibly even some kind of life.
And here nothing happened. No meetings with applause, orchestra and flowers, no live broadcast on all cha