Gagarin is the mystery of the mission - стр. 5
– What just happened?
But in that second, I was preoccupied with something else. Something that I feared like some kind of mental illness, but at the same time I was also glad. It was something scary, strange and joyful at the same time. I couldn't understand what was happening, but I couldn't exactly deny it.
Having dispelled my suspicions about my mental illness, I recognized reality: I had heard my father's voice. Yes, I did hear him; the instruction I had received earlier had worked a hundred percent, but I didn't let it show. I recognized Dad's voice clearly, and most amazingly, I heard it silently, inside my head, directly in my brain. It was a miracle, and only the warning of the computer speaking in Dad's voice brought me back to reality:
– Don't let it show, son. Mom reset the unlock code. I designed the system to be unbreakable. Don't worry, I'll try to explain it to you tonight.
Magda hugged me again and asked:
– Iris, are you okay?
– How can I be okay when my dad died and you won't let me see my mom!
– I understand, sweetie, just what can I do… I'm trying to help you.
– I'll come for you," Mom said firmly, then added: – If you can, go out into the world, it's no longer scary for you.
– Stop this at once! – shouted Gostomysl. – I told you to control yourself! This is impossible!
– Then why don't you let me see him! – His mother shouted angrily at him.
– Not yet! With all due respect, not yet!
– Son, don't believe them, run away from there! Run for your life! – Those were mom's last words.
Gostomysl has disconnected the connection. I stared at the blacked-out screen for a few seconds… then I ran. I didn't know where exactly to run, but my intuition told me that I should go to the installations that my father had shown me secretly. He tried to explain how they transport a person to a parallel world. Already on the run, hearing shouts behind me "catch him! block the exit!", I remembered my father's story about these installations. Dad told me that they transferred consciousness to another world and there they put it into a body similar to their own, or even into another body. I was not thinking about the magic of such a method, but was strengthening my hope and faith, which suddenly appeared in me: my father was not dead, his body was lying there, and his soul was in another world, in a parallel one.
As I passed the third door, I began to notice that they opened automatically in front of me, and I could hear them behind me:
– Why didn't the lockdowns work, who gave him access?