Binary code Mystery number two - стр. 54

– Listen to me, please.

– What's the big deal?

– I need help, you have to believe me. You have to recognize me.

– Recognize? Recognize what?

– You must recognize that I am your God, or I will die. I've called every person on earth, and no one recognizes me. They don't believe I'm their God. If you don't believe me, I'll die. How will I exist if you don't recognize me, you don't know exactly what I am? This is who I am, I've decided to show myself as I am. Just believe me, or I'll die.

– Yes, I do, of course I do, of course I do. And if I don't, it's okay, because gods can't die. Energy doesn't go anywhere, it goes from one state to another.

The interlocutor changed his voice and stated solemnly:

– Thank you, God save you. You have given me a new life, I will be as you imagined me to be.

With those words, the fiery mushroom of the atomic explosion flashed before Rutra's eyes, growing enormously, appearing before him as a vast mystical, awe-inspiring wonder.

Ruthra jumped out of bed. It was one of those kinds of dreams he often had, the kind where he thought it was real, and when he woke up, he was glad it was a dream. "What a dream," Rutra thought as he took a shower. He then went with his staff to breakfast, after which all three of them flew to Los Alamos. "What a treat not to be sent in a capsule," thought Rutra.

Los Alamos translates from Spanish as "poplar trees." It is a township and county in the state of New Mexico and has no city or township status. An hour and a half later, they were there. They were tacitly escorted, and very heavily. They were met formally by several Ph.D.'s and one professor. After the meeting, they were taken to the laboratory complex, which itself seemed outlandish among the surrounding area.

The laboratory director himself came out to them and introduced himself in American – Sir Charles. Rutra decided to keep up with his "colleague" and introduced himself with the prefix "Mr.". Sir Charles invited the guests into his office, offered coffee and soft drinks, asked them about their impressions of America, how life was in Russia, and for some reason, what we would do in case of failure. The officers accompanying Rutra smiled understandingly, and Rutra said, to make it more convincing, that they had already prepared a scenario for that eventuality.

After a few jokes about the Russian leadership, Charles proudly began to talk about his work, in a purely American manner – to praise himself and his own, although he was well aware of the awareness of the guests, at least – the chief guest.