Rembrandt code - стр. 21
The next thing she said in a whisper:
– Could you set me up with a so-called crazy person?
– No," the investigator replied dryly. – What's your point?
She stared at him intently, studying him . The investigator involuntarily became embarrassed and looked away.
– See, I feel like I'm him… like he's not him.
– How's that?
– It felt strange, like I'd met him somewhere before.
Now Moiseyevich studied her facial expression with a slightly amazed expression, as evidenced by the slightly bulging and slightly slanted eyes.
– I'd like to be examined. I'd like to get an expert opinion.
– Why do you need an expert opinion? There was a doctor's report. First of all, your husband worked in a secret research institute called ZASLON, and there's no right to take classified materials out of there. No one would have left you the chip. It was removed. That's right. This lunatic didn't have one. And the fact that he made up some nonsense, I'm sorry.
– What nonsense? He even told our intimate secrets.
– I don't know," said the investigator, – maybe your husband drunkenly blabbed something to him from .
After saying the visitor became agitated, the mask of indignation again appeared on her face:
– You know, I'm very unhappy with your attitude.
– Excuse me, – the investigator said in his serene manner, – what can I say, it's an assumption: there came an unknown type, started to say something to you, you somehow think he's blackmailing you. What was he blackmailing you with?
– He allegedly conveyed to me the husband's request, which he said was for insurance purposes. Allegedly he had contacted him just before his mysterious disappearance.
– Sorry, a mysterious disappearance to you. For us, it's all very clear.
– Okay? Why is that? My husband wasn't an agent- conspirator.
– Oh yes … apparently you didn't know him well.
– I would ask you.
– I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but, uh.
– He couldn't have known events ahead of time.
– However could have planned them.
– What are you trying to say?
The investigator looked away, thoughtful.
Indeed the professor in question was a unicum in his own right: he defended his dissertation at the age of 26, received his degree in 31, and in 32 became the author of a revolutionary scientific development in the field of neurolinguistic programming. In 33 he demonstrated a method of incubation of a cloned body. In the same year – a method of recording human consciousness into a digital form; in 35 – a method of loading a digital form of consciousness into a cloned body; in 36 he received a foreign patent for his invention, which, by the way, he demonstrated in violation of the statute of the closed research institute at an international exhibition of modern weapons. And… no one was able to repeat his method, invention. Or maybe even a discovery. This was a good reason to authorize the detention of the scientist by the competent authorities in order to find out, among other things, whether anyone else knows the secrets of the technology he implemented. After all, it changed the whole structure of human and mankind existence – it was possible to clone oneself young and, repeating this process, to be… eternally alive… and even more – to be different. After all, consciousness could be downloaded into any body.