Quasi-Time Travel and Neural Communication.
We, in turn, will continue to act out your demarche. We will pass through the atmosphere, as you did, only more beautifully - the ship can do it. You will read another address, something... Emotional... Resonant. And half an hour after that, warheads will hit Antarctica, or rather over it, and it will begin... it will be great. True, we will have to wait a few hours, maybe about a day - the storm will not build up immediately. This is even good. Safer for civilians. Now about your address...
- What address? Filming again? Well, give me your text.
- Yes, you will do a bad job... We will do it together. I will be behind the scenes and will help you speak. You will see how.
- You know, I do not even mind if you yourself... What, declare yourself, what is stopping you? Then somehow explain how you ended up here. Although I do not understand why you should hide it at all. Well, now people will officially know that we are not alone on our Earth, that's even good.
It's not that Zavirdyaev was very worried about Haldoris's possible future fame or obscurity. From her words, from the fact that she would somehow, it was still unknown how, help him speak, he concluded that another trick awaited him, a demonstration of unusual abilities, and this had already become tiresome. Although the operation on the head was without all this... No, there were lights from the fingers there too.
- Yes, you know, I'm a little embarrassed. How will I look... - Landskricht answered, clearly grimacing.
She answered in such a way that it became clear to Zavirdyaev that she did not want to listen to his proposals, nor even bother herself with explaining why she avoided publicity.
- Everything is clear, - Zavirdyaev answered.
- What is clear? Come on. You will get all the glory. That's why you climbed into the shuttle. Not everyone would agree, especially considering the pre-announced expected shelling of your shuttle by MDS. You are a brave man. But generally more reckless and vain. You will get everything. Everything you counted on. If I were not with you, you would have received only part of it from them, and then unpleasant consequences, but otherwise everything is as promised.
- Sometimes you say something good, sometimes you throw mud at us. It was the same there, on Earth. You had such an attitude towards everything... as if all our fuss was not serious. Well, now I understand why.
- Yes, I will not argue, that is so. Anything else? Or is the moralizing over. Okay, now I will show you how direct neural communication works. Simply put, I will give you the necessary emotions, and you will perform as you should. And you will not have to think about what to say.
- What else! - Zavirdyaev protested, - more tricks? Maybe that's enough? Give me the text and I will read it as best I can. In any case, while you were gone, I did a pretty good job of what was planned.
- Well, let's not be capricious? - Haldoris said in a pleading tone, folding her palms. It was obvious that she was grimacing again.
- I can guess what you're thinking, - Zavirdyaev answered angrily. - Where will he go from this bucket. Yes? Is that what you think?
- Compared to those who suggested you climb into this bucket, I am generally the epitome of politeness, - Landskricht answered. - I'm not going to deceive anyone. Okay, you won't check that now. I didn't block your memory, essentially ruining your life.
- That suited me, - Zavirdyaev answered.
- I didn't implant a biochip in you.
- But you pulled it out amazingly. You did it in such a way that I thought I'd die.
- Haven't you had your teeth treated? Do you know what chip could have done to you? Transplication. They call it a stupid word, "fugue." You would have landed, and they would have taken you somewhere to rest after the flight. And then, all of a sudden, for the rest of your life you would have thought that you were a homeless alcoholic. Or a pathetic employee who had lost his job. This would not have blocked your secret memories, but your entire previous personality. Haven't heard of that? They could have also activated this mechanism right in the shuttle. That would have been funny. So the bosses of your project decided to play it safe. Should I remind you about the mine on board? Well, they put a practically equivalent fuse in your head. It, that is, the biochip, could have received a coded signal both from here, from the shuttle systems, and from the broadcast satellite network. And here you are telling me...
- I can make up a gripping story no worse than the one you told me. Maybe a neurochip is no more harmful than a watch on your hand, and has the same function. It's more plausible. That's what I was told. Why shouldn't I believe them, but believe you?
- You could have told your Peter the Great or Stalin about that. You chatted so nicely with them.
- And you... And you know that?! Of course, to gut the entire Internet with your "terror"... I'm not surprised.
- Why are you so angry? There are plenty of idiots around who dream of exchanging a few words with historical... with these stars. You were given such an opportunity. And none other than the best specialists at AEX. And no time machine was needed. Drugs are really harmful, even if they are high-quality.
- It was a test.
- What are you telling me? I know. You passed it quite decently. Restrained emotional state and all that... According to the report, you got nine out of ten. Although they didn't give "ten" to anyone. But you know what? I would give nine out of ten or even all ten to someone who would grimace and say that some nonsense is happening. The drugs are, of course, specific, but even under their influence, having a certain mindset... Resistance to external mass culture... I have different evaluation criteria. Okay, that's not about you...
Landskricht definitely wanted to say something meaningful, but, apparently, she was restraining herself from charging up with a long emotional speech.
- So, - she continued, clearly overcoming the desire to explain something at length, - You calmly allowed yourself to be injected with God knows what, and then you start to break down. Did they really foresee such a "frame"? Who did they expect to intervene?
- What are you talking about?
- You got mad when you heard that "@enemy" were people too. It was what they call "frame" in their slang. I already told you about it. Plus there are some others. In particular, they could have supplied you with such a fuse so that you wouldn't think of implanting another biochip. I didn't find a list of all your "frames" and fuses, obviously it's in the form of a paper document. And it didn't matter to me.
- But you found my political vision test.
- It's in electronic form. Where would they store it? On film? Okay, give me your hand, it'll be interesting.
- Why don't you go... - What can I say, Zavirdyaev was very depressed by such an unceremonious intrusion into his mental quasi-time travel.
- Landskricht smiled with her lips pressed together and held her hand out in front of her face, sticking out her index finger as if making a gesture that resembled a pistol. Once again, the yellow fire began to play, stretching out into a snake. Having reached a length of half a meter, the fiery tentacle began to retract and finally disappeared. Landskricht continued to look at Zavirdyaev with the same expression on her face. The scene took place in silence.