Parallel worlds – one. Fire and flame
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– I'll point out, this disease has a name, too. I'm sorry, you may have a split personality.
– You're out of your mind.
– I would ask you to respect the subordination in the dialog.
– All right, Mr. Cheeky, let's see.
They entered the lab, the rigs were empty.
– Well, you see," Big Boss decided to get smart.
– Lie down, the concert is over," Big-data "threw" him.
– Now you will be shocked, however science must also have sacrifices.
– Come on, come on. Enough already," Big-data almost bellowed and lay down in the machine.
The laboratory workers present began to put on their masks and check the readings of the instruments. The voice of the chairman was heard in everyone's head. The Conference system was turned on, they were all in a common dialog, Irene too.
– Irene, can you tell me where these people are located?
– They are in the real world," Irene stated dryly.
– What are you talking about? Are you saying I'm crazy? Mr. Chairman, please analyze what's going on. It's already annoying me frankly. What the hell is going on? Do you realize what's going on? This guy wants to steal my body. No less than that," said Rutra, who looked like a doctoral-level scientist to everyone.
– With all due respect to you and your merits – medics, or rather psychiatrists, should intervene in what is going on.
– Mr. Master, we need to conduct a virtual reality session. Or rather, to terminate it. I don't really know how. It should end on its own. What the hell am I worried about? It should end sooner or later. Maybe in virtual reality it seems to us that a lot of time has passed, but in reality it hasn't expired yet.
The big boss, too, took off his mask and climbed out of the rig himself, sat down on its edge, then addressed the chairman, though it was an address to the whole council, for all could hear them.
– Mr. Presiding Magistrate, I think this situation has been described many times in medical practice. I think the scientist just needs to rest… or he should be treated already. Sorry, I too thought it was a joke or part of his program.
– What are you talking about, you con artist. Give me back my body! – shouted Big Data.
– Dear Doctor, will you make your own way to a psychiatrist or…I hope we are well-mannered people.
– Mr. Magister, it's terrible. I don't even know how to explain it to you. This man tricked me into these installations and changed the contents of our brains. He put his consciousness into my body and mine into his. It's, it's, it's a horror. It's a nightmare. Can you imagine such a thing?! – Big Data was almost shouting.
– Calm down. I see– I don't even know what I see anymore. It's impossible. You said so yourself. I mean, I'm already confused with you. Master Ruthra Paschow said it was impossible. The body would either die or be in a coma for some time, with a five or six minute return of consciousness, as I recall. It's impossible to transfer consciousness from one body to another, or rather, from a body to a clone and then back again after a long time. Especially not like this.
– As you can see, it's possible. He achieved it and kept it secret. And now, when we checked everything, he used it," Big-data began to explain calmly.
– That's the kind of dreamer you'd have to look for," Big Boss put in.
– You found him," the chairman replied.
– On my own head," Big Boss answered him guiltily.
– Will you go to the psychiatrist, Mr. Doctor? – asked the chairman courteously.
– I'm not going anywhere! Check out Irene's protocols. It should all be documented. You can't let this go, he'll be in your body tomorrow. Imagine what he could do.
– So you mean to say that it is possible to transfer consciousness between people, to return to the original body, with both bodies functioning absolutely normally? Is that what you're trying to convince me and the council of?
– I don't want to. He does. Or rather, it doesn't mean anything at all. There's no such thing, we're in a virtual world," Big-data replied to the chairman, trying to keep a calm tone.
– I assure you, you're in the real world. You don't believe me? You don't believe the board, you don't believe Irene? I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to take you to a psychiatrist.
After these words, Big-data shook slightly and collapsed on the virtual reality unit's cot without moving. After about ten seconds, he groaned and said with difficulty:
– It's a conspiracy, it's a power grab. He'll have all the access to Irene.
Suddenly Big Boss stood up, his coworkers walked over to him and began to stack Big Daddy in the BP rig.
– What's going on? – The chairman asked sternly.
– Wait a minute, your honor, I'll explain everything and even show you," Big-boss said while checking the readings of the devices.
Words were addressed to the chairman and the board.
– That's right, we're not in a virtual reality, except that reality isn't quite what it seems.
– Mr. Master Paschow, what are you up to? I must remind you, the council meets in person quite rarely, because having everyone in one place goes against the concept of security. The council requires immediate clarification. In spite of your lofty status, provide clarification! Or I'll be forced to ask you to voluntarily go to a psychiatrist as well.
– All right, Mr. Chairman. Just listen to this. The distinguished doctor is not entirely wrong. The fact is that we did conduct an experiment. Please check the record and the protocol of this experiment.
– Irene, show us, the council, the tape and the protocol of their experiment," the chairman asked.
– I can't do it. These files are locked in me.
– Blocked how? Who can block you at all?
– Only someone who has the code to the customization.
– You mean Master Paschow has blocked you?
– Yeah, the lockdown code is a cipher in his DNA. Only he can make the changes.
– Changes cannot be global and permanent. Are these files saved?
– Yes, Your Honor, preserved.