Code 013

Hmm… For some reason it does not converge — The woman said, resting her forehead on her hands. There was a knock at the door. - Yes, yes, come in — Said the woman. The door to the office opened - Busy? the woman at the door asked. - No, come in. The woman entered the office, took a chair and sat opposite the woman in charge of the calculations. - How is the work going? the woman asked, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. - Rather, it does not go, but crawls. — The woman answered and put the pen on the table. What are you already smoking? - I do not remember — The woman answered — And where can you shake off the ashes? The woman at the table sighed and moved her mug. - Here. As usual. At first she lit a cigarette, then asked where the ashes were. - Yes, and you Mash, as usual read notations. - That’s why I don’t smoke that much. If we didn’t have rationed cigarettes for delivery, you would have smoked all the deliveries. - And what else should I do, besides work, we are dragging around this Antarctica. - Read Vika’s books, books Thanks, I read it when I was a kid. By the way, are you done? - Yes. - Come on, let’s eat, huh? - Went. The next day. - Yes. Yes. Everything is under control — said Diesperov, talking to someone on the phone. And that’s when he hung up. - Committee? the man asked - Yes. They want to know how the experiment is going. — Answered by Diesperov - Of course, you didn’t tell them about 013. They don’t need to know about him. As usual, when Vlad woke up, he began to count: - Five. Four. Three. Two. One. As soon as he counted the doors to the ward opened and Volkova entered the ward. - As if by magic — Vlad thought - How are you feeling? Volkov asked. - Normally — answered Vlad. - It’s good, hold it — Volkova said and handed over the pills. - Thank you — Vlad answered and drank the pills. — May I ask? — He asked as soon as he swallowed the pills. - Depending on what - You can call? - Call? Volkova looked away and thought. After a few moments of thought, she replied: - Fine. Wait a bit. - Fine. Volkova left the room, and Vlad began to wait a few minutes later, Volkova returned and handed Vlad his phone. Picking up the phone after a long time for Vlad was something unusual, as if he were seeing this phone for the first time. Finally collecting his thoughts, he unlocked the phone and began to call. - I’ll go out, call me when you’re done. Vlad nodded and Volkova left the room Beeps were heard on the phone, but no one picked up the phone, but Vlad did not give up hope, and now, after dozens of rings, he was about to hang up the call, when he heard from the receiver: - Hello. - Hello, hello! - Hello! - How are you doing? - I’m fine, how are you? - Yes… — Vlad said, not knowing how to start. And now, having gathered my thoughts — Yes, there is such a story… Vlad began to talk about everything that happened to him not so long ago. - Something like that. There was a pause, and finally a voice from the receiver said: - Things… Listen, do what they tell you, I’ll be back soon. - Fine. - Take care of yourself. - Will try. - Well done. - You too, Mom. - Bye. - Bye. Vlad hung up. - If I had a choice — Vlad thought. Masha hung up the phone and went towards Vika’s office. A friend was at her place, so Masha silently entered and sat down on a chair opposite her friend. - Masha, are you all right? You don’t have a face. - Vic, do you believe in coincidences? - Looking at what, and what? - Let me smoke. Vika looked blankly at her friend, holding out a pack of cigarettes. Masha took a pack, lit a cigarette and stared into the void. - So what happened anyway? — Concerned asked a friend. Taking a puff on her cigarette, Masha replied: - Vlad has object 004 in college. - Who!? — Surprised asked Vika. - Object 004. — Masha answered, still looking into the void. - Wait, wait, wait… Wait. Object 004 is Diesperov’s toy, how did she get there? - I have no idea. - Are you sure it’s her? - According to the description, yes. He looks 18-19 years old, brown hair, but most importantly, white dots in the pupils, and the pupils are gray. Vika folded her arms, put her elbows on the table and thought. There was silence in the room. After sitting in silence, Vika took out a cigarette, lit it and said: - And what does he do? - They put him in a capsule, and he sees a white room. - Project “Consciousness”. — Vika said, putting out her cigarette - There’s something else interesting. - What? - Diesperov is dead. After the incident in 2007, he was declared dead, all the news about it was only repeated. — Said Masha, taking out a cigarette from the pack. - Listen, I know one thing for sure — the corpses do not come to life. - And who is conducting the experiment? - Looks like Volkov. - Volkova, Volkova — Vika lowered her head down in an attempt to remember. — No, I don’t remember. Yeah, I don’t remember that one either. Listen, what is this “Consciousness” anyway. - This? I don’t even know how to explain it, because I only found it at the beginning, well, judging by the papers, this is your roughly speaking world. You can do anything there, everything works on your imagination. But here the problem is that in order to get into this consciousness, you need to be exactly the very clone of which he did then. I don’t know why, but for a normal person, it’s dangerous. - Yes, this is crazy nonsense. Breaking all the laws of this world. - Nonsense, nonsense, but Diesperov was sure that it was possible. - Wait. Masha said thoughtfully. - M? - But Vlad said that he recruited all the volunteers. - There are two options, or he improved the system that even an ordinary person can, well, or kill a bunch of people again to test his theory. - And what will happen to an ordinary person if he has not changed anything? - In 99 percent death, and in the 1st you will go crazy. - Crap! Masha screamed and covered her face with her hands. - M-yes. What do you think Arshin is there? - One hundred percent. Masha said, rubbing her face with her hands. - And what about Vlad? - Yes, good. Now it’s normal. - In terms of? - He’s out of pills. You said you could heal him. - Don’t push it, huh? - I told you even then that this is an idea — the nonsense of a madman at the level of Diesperov’s experiments — Vika spoke while raising her tone with each phrase and tapping the table with her finger with greater force. - Do not start! I did what I needed to! — Masha switched to screaming. - How did you think!? He should have been “withdrawn from the run.” He’s not human! And you know it, his only purpose is to be Diesperov’s puppet. And how it was created is generally a separate story, which is covered with such darkness that the devil himself will break his leg! Vika shouted and slammed her fist on the table. “What if Diesperov hadn’t shown up?” What would have happened if he hadn’t been given the medicine? Yes, everything would be stained with blood, he is like the same zero psycho, but you know why? Yes, because his blood flows in 013, his genes, and all his differences are less than twenty-five percent! - Are you done? Masha asked calmly. “A week is not enough for me to say everything!” Vika screamed. - I tried to save him, if, as you say, “take him off the run,” then it would be even less sense from him because he lives like an ordinary person, like almost all clones, they are like people. Remind me what we did with them? Vika was silent. - Are you silent? If you forgot, I’ll remind you. It is easy to cut off a limb, to perform an operation that even in a science fiction film will not be shown — to flatten it, to transfuse blood with a different Rh factor — please. Remember the 345th? Do you remember what happened to him, m? Weren’t you standing next to me when more than 1000 volts were passed through it!? - And who started this experiment? Are you not!? Vika screamed. - So it’s my fault!? I received an order from Diesperov, he gives orders! Often ignoring the departments who were wondering if it was even possible and if it would do any good! And then I decided to save one, because he is the most normal of the abnormal, and again I did it wrong! Decide already! - The most normal? Don’t confuse him, he was just lucky that he at least survived! According to calculations, he had a chance of one in a thousand, if my memory serves me right, that he would succeed at all. And why is he? There was another 643rd, he was successful! - Because the 643rd was kept in a special isolation ward, like all the other successful clones, and he had little time left to live and he would have been killed! So the only thing I could do was save him! - Yes, there is no logic in this! - Eat! — Masha shouted, jumped up from her chair and left the office slamming the door. - Yes, it’s all some kind of nonsense! Vika thought.