Memoirs of a subhuman robot, chapters 5-6
Continuation of the 5th and 6th chapters of the Memoirs. For those who do not understand what is happening here - here is a link to the beginning .
My work was in full swing, as people say. And this is not surprising - not only am I much faster than a person, but I also have six manipulators. Constantly I use only two, sometimes three, and when necessary ...
So, I managed for five hours. And he took up testing, debugging and tuning. And when the twins Hun and Kun woke up and went to the laboratory, they fell into a stupor, rubbed their eyes, looked at each other and rubbed their eyes again.
“The hallucination is sustainable, although it shouldn’t double in the eyes, there’s just nothing to do with it,” said Kun.
- Maybe we didn’t sleep enough, and if we lie down for another hour, then our brains will return to normal? - supported his brother.
- Meet, this is my twin brother Krishna. Ivanov did it a little bit, but I did it and put it together! He, as befits a "Hindu," is a little darker than me. We differ from each other only in color: I am gray, and it is light brown.
- Gee! - exclaimed Kun.
“Congratulations on your brother, Zeno,” said Hun.
“I will fly on an expedition, and you will make Mirolaz-3, and Krishna will help you, feed and drink tea, which you love so much.”
“I agree,” Krishna said unexpectedly, “it’s more interesting than lying around unassembled.”
Both I and both twins jumped in surprise.
- I remember that Ivanov did me, but did not finish me. So, thanks, brother Zeno, for putting me together and setting me up.
- Stop, stop, Krishna. Ivanov is not to blame for the period. An urgent misfortune made him fly away, he saves the universe, but he was captured at the Tokamak valve in the supra world, and now we will fly to save him. Than grumble in vain, it’s better to get down to your duties, because the engineers want to eat and drink, otherwise they need to work - the Internet unit is to be created and you and I are still brother. Yes, by the way, there is a connection with Ivanov, and he is waiting for us.
Hun and Kun were delighted with this news and, without waiting for breakfast, rushed to collect the block with bare enthusiasm. Even Krishna could hardly slip their tea with them when he prepared it. I must say that for the first time he did quite well. And then Yu-Fu-Fyn and Ilyin woke up and stared at Krishna. True, they quickly guessed and rushed to congratulate me on my brother, and Krishna happy birthday.
As soon as everyone was full and drunk, the outer door opened completely silently, and Sergeant Sidorov flew into the room in a whirlwind. And after him, behind the door, a huge trunk of a blaster was outlined.
“Guys,” Sidorov shouted to his special forces robots, “let us open the second wing of the door, but quicker.” Where do you want the blaster? He turned to the general.
“There,” Ilyin got ahead of General. - There and put him in place.
They opened the second half, but it wasn’t there: only the very tip of the trunk was put through. Out of curiosity, I looked out into the street, and there was a huge gun, and fifteen robots were dragging it in my arms. Well, in the local jargon there are pieces of iron, they are special forces. They are almost three meters tall, incredible strengths, but in comparison with this thing they look like such kids!
And then Sergey Sergeevich shouted:
- Stop! I know what to do. Five steps back and wait for the team!
He immediately rushed to the phone:
- Hearing, secret, is that you? It’s so good that I immediately hit you! What is your miracle suitcase in there? Yeah, okay, that's fine. Blow right here with him, we can’t bring a blaster here. Where exactly? Where you delivered everything before! What? Ah, the blaster - no, this is a special blaster, it is not intended to hang it on the belt, so we cannot do without your miniaturizer.
- Why did they bring it without a box? - asked Yu-Fu-Fyn.
“Your Excellency, this damned box weighs almost as much as a blaster, so fifteen pieces of iron together could not lift them. But I ordered the blaster with an electronic camouflage net, for privacy.
- Okay, Sidorov, the jester is with you! Well done, you probably ...
Someone soon appeared in huge black glasses with a medium-sized suitcase and a robot above the average size. He rolled up to Sergey Sergeyevich and whispered something in his ear. Sergey Sergeyevich whispered in response, and the matter was off the ground.
- Everyone over there in that corner, facing the wall, eyes closed, ears shut up, he commanded. - You all, except the general, do not have such an admission to know how all these things work, they actually do not even exist. Yes, and until I call you, everyone should stand like that! Sidorov! So that from this door and to the corner not a single onlooker on the whole street! Take your iron and quickly ...
Finally we were allowed to turn around. Everyone disappeared somewhere, only someone was already standing at the closed door with his suitcase.
“Let's remove this network,” said Yu-Fu-Fyn. - Well, a whopper! And somewhere I saw him!
- This is the blaster from the battleship Beijing, when it was joked to make the Space Museum dedicated to the last Dargonian war out of it, then one such nasal blaster of the main caliber was sent to the military space museum, I showed it to my son there, - Ilyin issued a certificate. “It’s a bit big for our Mirolaz-2, but it’s somehow adaptable.” Now it is only a quarter longer than the device. You will need additional generators and a cover that will cover them, as well as an additional fuel tank. And then, Mirolaz will become like this - he quickly finished the project on the electronic design table - and the blaster fits easily in the compensating electromagnetic field and will not interfere with the engines ...
- And how many were on the battleship? I asked.
“There were eight of them,” Ilyin answered, “and hundreds of three auxiliary trunks for various purposes.”
Talking with Ilyin did not stop me from noticing the general’s interest in the agent with the suitcase. The general gestured for him and Sergeyevich, and they whispered a couple of minutes. Then the general made a statement:
- This is a new member of our team. The Agent should contact him, since everything else is classified with him, and upon completion of work I recommend everyone to forget that he exists. And now, when all the components have been delivered, we need to have Mirolaz ready by morning. Everyone works: whoever remains at the base will sleep off later when the expedition sets off. And the rest will get enough sleep along the way. The crew includes: I, Ilyin, Zenon, Krishna, Agent, Sidorov and six pieces of iron. Sergeant, so that the team has the most reliable ones - you will have to abandon hopelessly broken ones.
“They said that Krishna would stay with us,” Kun said.
- We need it, but you yourself will collect one more such robot in yourself when you manage your affairs.
- If necessary, then we will collect.
“Yes, I want to find out,” the general looked suspiciously at Sidorov, “why didn’t you look at a bar by the way for so long?”
“No way, Your Excellency!” Just as the blaster was unloaded from the railway platform, they couldn’t put it into any truck. I had to go further on foot from the station, since the pieces of iron did not know the fatigue.
- Okay, there are no more questions. When do you install this gun on Mirolaz?
“We’ll manage by morning,” Ilyin answered.
- Fine, tomorrow morning we are leaving.
***
We crawled to the orbit of Pluto on ion traction and unfastened the engines. I piloted Mirolaz all the way, and Krishna made sandwiches, tea and coffee. He did it remarkably well, but this is because I combined our systems on high-performance telecommunications, and, in fact, it did not matter which of us was engaged in what. In fact, Krishna piloted Mirolaz on equal terms with me, and I was feeding. But I do not mind, because we are brothers, and, therefore, we must share.
All the way Krishna was worried by the question:
- How is Sergeyevich and the engineers there, they will not die of hunger without us? He finally asked.
- Why's that? Is that lose weight, while three days will make us a third brother.
- What if Yu-Hun-Fyn and Yu-Kun-Fyn could not cope?
- In the cafe opposite they will go, if that. But something tells me, Sergey Sergeyevich will not let them not cope.
“But Sergey Sergeevich is not even an engineer, and he cannot help them.”
- You, Krishna, damn full of holes, where you fell from! Sergey Sergeevich is that fruit, obsessed with special operations and sweeps, that is, liquidations and killings, but he will only look at them awkwardly, and they will immediately invent, collect and debug everything. And in general, there is enough snowstorm of revenge, it is better to learn to spy on everyone, that is, to quietly peep and eavesdrop, and then fold two and two. By the way, four is obtained only occasionally, as an exception. Everyone does it here, look at least at Sidorov. And then you have to be an eternal steward!
Then Ilyin himself got into the pilot's seat, and the second pilot's seat was entrusted to me.
- You, Zeno, look, if something is wrong and you see that I don’t have enough reaction there to dodge a meteorite or a rocket, so press the pedals and the helm, do not be shy.
- Well, Ilyin, I’m not shy. And can you find out where we are flying?
- Look at the map: here are our coordinates, but here are the ones that Ivanov gave us. If we were on a planet in a clean field or in free space, then we had to do so - and he drew a straight line from point to point. “But you won’t train like that on the planet - there are many kinds of obstacles, and even more so in space.” Look on the map how many galaxies we need to cross, and there the density of stars is high, so on our hyperdrives we can easily crash into one of the stars. When you go on hyperdrives at full throttle, you neither have time to turn away, nor to brake. So the direct road is the road to the other world, and then you will be tormented with gravity, you will have to adjust the speed and thrust of the engines, but you can’t save enough fuel for this.
- And what do we do?
- We'll have to entrust the supercomputer to plot the optimal gravitationally balanced trajectory. Look how she looks. Now, when we fly around massive objects in an arc, the force of gravity in their direction is balanced by the force of inertia. And from the point of view of the forces acting on the Mirolaz, we will fly as if in a straight line and at the highest possible speed. Although from the point of view of the star map we will fly along the curve, but in fact we will move uniformly.
I understood it easily. But looking around those present, he realized that only the Agent understands something, while the rest of the brains are boiling from overvoltage.
“The Dargonians won't intercept us?” The general asked.
The Dargonians have been our enemies for about the last half million years. After two great wars and countless skirmishes at the dawn of our acquaintance with each other, during which both sides attributed victory after victory, strong, heavily armed neutrality reigned. And although we exchanged diplomats, we did not begin to love each other from this.
“No, Your Excellency, they won’t notice us at such a speed, unless much later than we fly.”
- It's good, otherwise I’m watching, part of your trajectory has been laid through their territory. But if so, now you can start.
“Not yet,” I objected. - Everyone needs to make their own electronic copies, you never know what happens to anyone, and then lie in gravitational freezing. Well, don’t frown, General, in fact, it’s not so cold there, just your pulse will be just every two minutes, and the gravitational field of the capsule will stabilize you in space, and everything else will be as always. And when we arrive, Krishna and I will wake you all up.
- Do it, if it is necessary.
And we drove about twenty hours: electronic copying of people is a new thing for me, but if you make a mistake, then it is not clear who will succeed if the body has to be restored. It seems that Krishna and I did everything according to the instructions and removed electronic copies from the entire crew, and then we examined them in capsules. I waited for the gravitational frost to work, got into the seat of the first pilot, Krishna - into the seat of the second pilot, and we rushed off.
In truth, while we were accelerating, I still felt something, and then it went as Ilyin predicted: all forces are balanced and you won’t understand whether you are standing or flying, only the blue dot on the star map depicting our Myrolaz slowly crawled along the gravitational -balanced curve of the route. And this meant that every hour we left behind an unimaginable number of parsecs. Indeed, no one has been to Ivanov’s side at the edge of the universe, it may have been useless, but Krishna and I agreed that it was so far away — that’s why no one flew. And in general, overcoming such distances, it’s better not to think, but how you can figure out how much to go back on foot, even a brain like mine wedges.
From our point of view, we flew for a week, because the movement changes the course of time. The computer showed that a hundred parsecs remained, which meant that it was time to slow down. I turned Myrolaz “tail” forward and began to slow down a bit with hyperdrives. Before that, we all the time after acceleration by inertia walked, from which incredible fuel economy happens. Well, in one parsek they reset to the standard speed at which the connection, therefore, works. Then I wrote to Ivanov in the period an email:
- Good afternoon, chef!
I'm in touch again, Zeno. I am flying Mirolaz-2, and Krishna, my electronic brother, is sitting in the seat of the co-pilot. Just got out of the gravitationally balanced curve that Ilyin in the period calculated on your supercomputer. According to this computer, there is less than a parsec between us.
The space here is some strange, completely colorless, gray-black, no stars, no comets. Here in the rear-view camera, space is quite familiar, unless the arrangement of the stars is different. All people sleep in gravicapsules. While we are heading for your coordinates.
Zeno
- Hello, Zeno and Krishna!
How glad I am that you have almost flown.
Everything is in order with space, just behind you see a thermonuclear reaction of controlled synthesis, that is, space familiar to all of us. But in front of it are the cold walls of the Tokamak installation, this is the same dark matter * that is widely talked about, and no one has seen it before us. However, this is not at all the dark matter that our academic theorists invented. Now it will require special properties of Mirolaz, which, however, will turn on automatically.
The fact is that the walls of TOKAMAK must be cold, otherwise fusion cannot be kept inside. And from the point of view of the supra-world, our universe is a plasma, and it is not only very, very hot, but also magnetic. And therefore, it is kept from touching TOKAMAK walls with an electromagnetic field **, which is the very dark energy *, but again having nothing to do with the Big Bang theory. If for a moment the plasma touches the wall - TOKAMAK ends, and with it the laboratories or power plants where they stand.
But back to the main point. An ordinary starship, when it gets into this electromagnetic field, will become a toy in its super-powerful flows. But the climber overcomes the field because he creates his own field, which seeks to balance all forces. But it seeks precisely, since it is almost impossible to deal with the power of their electromagnetic field, it is painfully powerful and highly variable, despite the general homogeneity. And then, it is dangerous to balance it completely, it’s the same as punching a hole into which plasma rushes immediately. So until you break through it, you can’t wake the crew, and there will be no connection with me either.
But when you break through, a normal distance connection appears, possibly even with video. Then it’s time for you to start waking up and warming up the crew, one by one, one by one.
Good luck Ivanov in the period.
PS Yes, Zeno, I am very interested in clarifying this damned question about dark matter and dark energy. So, if you notice something unusual, tell me right away, because a person cannot observe the passage of Mirolaz through a great field. We can do this only in a capsule of gravitating, and from there observations are excluded.
Well, it shook us in their electromagnetic field! Krishna and I buckled in, and even four manipulators held on to everything we got, since the control of the Mirolaz is designed for two human hands and, accordingly, four manipulators can be used to grab onto different rigid structures. Perhaps Ivanov specifically calculated my case for such work, or maybe just made it as strong as possible. But the fact is on the face: both I and Krishna remained intact, and our brains worked just as well when we fell right to the wall of TOKAMAK from this terrible vortex. We spit out of the field with such force that I barely turned Mirolaz away, dodging a blow against the wall of the reactor.
As soon as we recovered from wild overloads, a normal distance communication buzzer immediately appeared, it was Ivanov who tried to contact us in the period. I could not approach the device, since all the piloting was on me. Therefore, Krsna entered into negotiations. As soon as the video appeared, the chef's familiar voice said:
“Hello, Krishna!”
- And how did you know that this is not Zeno?
“It's simple, because he is piloting, which means he cannot come up.” Hi Zenon, hope you can hear me?
- He hears ...
- Call me the chief, or Ivan Ivanovich. Let Zeno take the bearing to my transmitter. And you, Krishna, wake me Yu-Fu-Fyn. I hope you have instructions on waking up?
- Of course, there is an instruction, but I haven’t had to wake people up after a grave freeze.
- So do everything according to the instructions until the patient breathes on his own. Then in a warm bath, dress, drink hot tea, and let him sit, comes to his senses. And after you take up the next. And the next will be Ilyin in the period. Got it?
- Already going.
“While Krishna is waking people up there, you and I, Zeno, will deal with the coordinates.” According to my data, the distance between us is very small, so go to planetary engines, otherwise you will slip by.
- What should I find?
“You have to find the joint of the valve with the seat, its design is simple and similar to ours, so you would recognize it right away if you could see the whole thing.” Only this is their valve and their seat, and therefore their width and depth are appropriate. You will see a lowering of the relief: this will be the chamfer of the valve, because your Mirolaz is located just under the valve.
- So, the chief, it seems, begins to lower the relief, that is, a chamfer.
- Go to the bottom and up the line of junction of the valve and seat. This is actually a circle, but from your Mirolyaz it seems to be a straight line. Go up the junction until you see something like a cave by our standards. This, by our standards, giant chip is a micro-shell in the valve seat material. But it’s still too narrow, even for my little Mirolaz. Although, theoretically, I could have enough room to squeeze through, the valve presses on the saddle with great force, which leads to huge, much higher than average, vibrations of their supra-molecules, and they block the passage. And if I fall under such a blow, then Mirolaz will end.
“I haven't found it yet, but then what?”
“Then you need a blaster to expand it so that your Mirolaz can pass there.”
- Here I am! - a voice came from behind me, and Yu-Fu-Fyn flopped into the co-pilot’s chair in a warm tracksuit with a large cup of Chinese tea.
- Hello, Yu! - exclaimed Ivanov.
- Vania! Glad to see you again!
- Okay, okay, Yu, now it’s not up to sentiment. Now I need a great shooter from the blaster, so that I do not fry and widened the passage. Oh, by the way, what kind of gun did they bring?
“A cannon is a bow blaster from the battleship Beijing,” the general answered with pride. - First he was removed from the battleship to the museum, and then some attackers slammed him from the museum. In short, he passed a material evidence in my department ...
- And you sent him here through half the universe?
- For dear friend Vanya nothing is sorry!
- Okay, Yu, don’t brush up, I love you so much, appreciate and respect! Is there a shooter?
- I think yes. Do you remember Sidorov?
- The same?
- And what else!
- And this is a shooter ?! He is a doppelganger!
- Calmly, Vanya, do not twitch! He is a schoolboy in school sciences, and he is very good at massacre, shooting, ambush and other special forces affairs.
“And if you were sitting in my place, and he was sitting behind that overgrown blaster, would you not be afraid that he would fry your ass?”
“You won’t believe it before he became a senior special forces sergeant, and he started as a private, he was my personal bodyguard for twelve years.” And you know, I find it difficult to say how many times he saved my ass.
- Well, if so, go ahead - let it fry, but everything is on your conscience: I, and my ass, and the salvation of the universe!
“Hey Krishna, we need Sidorov as soon as possible.”
“I understand, general, Ilyin is now defrosting, and Ivanov ordered strictly one at a time.”
- Well, it’s not for me to teach you, follow the instructions. In the end, I need everything in general and working condition.
While they were doing disassembly there, I hovered over a cave-shell and roughly turned Myrolaz so that Blaster looked directly at the hole. I cut down additional generators: without energy, this same blaster is a large piece of iron. Sidorov is about to find himself, but to shoot him! Then he turned on the autopilot, looked at Yu-Fu-Fyn - how he drinks tea - and he wanted to. And then it dawned on me that it was no accident, but I was completely discharged, and I went into the charging cabinet to take more kilowatts. Only out of the corner of his eye noticed that Ilyin, staggering, also in a suit, but with Turkish coffee came out and flopped down on the sofa opposite the control panel. And he looked not very. The last thing I remember is Krishna with a medicine cabinet ...
I recharged remarkably. And then I immediately remembered: how is Ilyin there? I came out of the charging chamber, I see: alive, and everyone around him is scurrying around, and Ivanov advises on video how and how. But in general, I see that Ilyin in the period simply froze. He took a couple of blankets, dropped it on the sofa, covered it, and stuck the manipulator hot from charging under them. I look, he warmed himself and immediately felt better. And then Krishna brought him coffee - the largest cup - brought hot.
However, Krishna immediately rushed off: there he still had Sidorov defrosting. And I checked the autopilot and decided to take up the Agent. Everything went smoothly with me, or maybe the Agent turned out to be especially hardy. One way or another, I warmed up the capsule, put it in a warm bath, dressed it in a standard sports suit, served coffee, and he says:
- Coffee is great, and I will drink it with pleasure, but maybe there is vodka? Only quietly so that the general is not the right one. And then everything inside was covered with ice.
I felt sorry for the guy and figured out: he won’t shoot, Mirolaz didn’t pilot, because there would be nothing wrong if I respect his request. He took out a secret stash - a large bottle of Hawaiian rum - wanted a hundred grams ... And he took a large glass and gulped. I thought - he would die, I palm off a snack ...
- After the first I don’t bite! He explains in a whisper.
- What, the first time got into freezing?
- Yeah, the first one, probably because of this shitty habit.
And he reached for the rum and immediately grist the second glass in one gulp. True, then swept snacks, and drank coffee, and still asked. Well, I haven’t seen this before! And most importantly, everything went to his benefit: his face turned pink, and he went to bed. And then the general remembered about him:
“Did they wake the Agent?”
- Yes, but what about. I ate, drank, and went to sleep.
- And you, Zeno, didn’t pour vodka for an hour?
It’s good that Ivanov didn’t make me a facial expression. You look at people how they give themselves away with this facial expression, and it becomes a pity for them. And it’s good because, from surprise, it seemed to me that something was wrong with my face.
“No way, Your Excellency!” I didn’t pour it!
And this is not a lie at all, but the true truth, I only opened the bottle, and he poured it myself, so it wasn’t a lie at all, and then it was rum, and the general asked about vodka ...
- Look and don’t pour it, and he’ll drink too much - and he’s got his nerves - he can make trouble. And he fights no worse, or maybe better than Sidorov. By the way, Sidorov, like hands, do not tremble?
- Trembling, and how!
I looked at Sidorov and his hands, and then it dawned on me what kind of mounds these were in his hands through a tracksuit appear. And when I was in an ordinary jacket, I never made an impression!
- Bring him a big glass of vodka, and I’m getting a small scale, so that Sidorov is not like an alcoholic, then, but in company.
Then all the thoughts in my head went round: Sidorov is not an alcoholic, but his hands are trembling, and the Agent’s hands are not trembling, but is an alcoholic coming out? And if the Agent is in the company, then he is not an alcoholic? I brought this damned vodka. They clinked their glasses, the general said:
- Well, we will, Alexei! Not the last time!
And they overturned the vodka into themselves, and began to bite together.
- Look, without my command, not a drop to anyone, even if you are not pouring, but he himself! - and the general smiled broadly, carefully looking at me.
Then I again felt that I had something wrong with my face, and the second time I was delighted at the lack of facial expressions.
- And now all the drunkards sleep. Ilyin, how are you, okay? That's good, then watch the watch for five or six. While I and Sidorov wake up, even after three drops it is impossible to admit to the weapon. Are you still with Ivanov or Zenon ...
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* According to the Big Bang hypothesis, 96% of the mass of the universe is dark energy and dark matter, which are not visible and not detectable by modern devices. They appeared “at the tip of the pen” in the unimaginably distant twentieth century from us in order to explain the accelerated expansion of the universe and preserve the priorities of the Big Bang theory. Alas, they are still not discovered and are the subject of scientific debate. By the way, the fuel loaded into the thermonuclear reactor is calculated in kilograms, and the weight of the reactor is many tons. So academics missed a little with a mass of dark matter and energy, they, perhaps, all 99.9% of the total mass of TOKAMAK.
** There are few materials that could withstand even the so-called cold plasma. And industrial plants should work hot. As you know, it was not called hot by accident. Therefore, an electromagnetic field is created inside the vessel by means of superconducting electromagnets, which prevents the plasma from contacting the walls of the reactor.
Any criticism and comments are very welcome.
UPD Continuation of the 7th and 8th chapters here .
Table of contents:
Chapter Five - Expedition
My work was in full swing, as people say. And this is not surprising - not only am I much faster than a person, but I also have six manipulators. Constantly I use only two, sometimes three, and when necessary ...
So, I managed for five hours. And he took up testing, debugging and tuning. And when the twins Hun and Kun woke up and went to the laboratory, they fell into a stupor, rubbed their eyes, looked at each other and rubbed their eyes again.
“The hallucination is sustainable, although it shouldn’t double in the eyes, there’s just nothing to do with it,” said Kun.
- Maybe we didn’t sleep enough, and if we lie down for another hour, then our brains will return to normal? - supported his brother.
- Meet, this is my twin brother Krishna. Ivanov did it a little bit, but I did it and put it together! He, as befits a "Hindu," is a little darker than me. We differ from each other only in color: I am gray, and it is light brown.
- Gee! - exclaimed Kun.
“Congratulations on your brother, Zeno,” said Hun.
“I will fly on an expedition, and you will make Mirolaz-3, and Krishna will help you, feed and drink tea, which you love so much.”
“I agree,” Krishna said unexpectedly, “it’s more interesting than lying around unassembled.”
Both I and both twins jumped in surprise.
- I remember that Ivanov did me, but did not finish me. So, thanks, brother Zeno, for putting me together and setting me up.
- Stop, stop, Krishna. Ivanov is not to blame for the period. An urgent misfortune made him fly away, he saves the universe, but he was captured at the Tokamak valve in the supra world, and now we will fly to save him. Than grumble in vain, it’s better to get down to your duties, because the engineers want to eat and drink, otherwise they need to work - the Internet unit is to be created and you and I are still brother. Yes, by the way, there is a connection with Ivanov, and he is waiting for us.
Hun and Kun were delighted with this news and, without waiting for breakfast, rushed to collect the block with bare enthusiasm. Even Krishna could hardly slip their tea with them when he prepared it. I must say that for the first time he did quite well. And then Yu-Fu-Fyn and Ilyin woke up and stared at Krishna. True, they quickly guessed and rushed to congratulate me on my brother, and Krishna happy birthday.
As soon as everyone was full and drunk, the outer door opened completely silently, and Sergeant Sidorov flew into the room in a whirlwind. And after him, behind the door, a huge trunk of a blaster was outlined.
“Guys,” Sidorov shouted to his special forces robots, “let us open the second wing of the door, but quicker.” Where do you want the blaster? He turned to the general.
“There,” Ilyin got ahead of General. - There and put him in place.
They opened the second half, but it wasn’t there: only the very tip of the trunk was put through. Out of curiosity, I looked out into the street, and there was a huge gun, and fifteen robots were dragging it in my arms. Well, in the local jargon there are pieces of iron, they are special forces. They are almost three meters tall, incredible strengths, but in comparison with this thing they look like such kids!
And then Sergey Sergeevich shouted:
- Stop! I know what to do. Five steps back and wait for the team!
He immediately rushed to the phone:
- Hearing, secret, is that you? It’s so good that I immediately hit you! What is your miracle suitcase in there? Yeah, okay, that's fine. Blow right here with him, we can’t bring a blaster here. Where exactly? Where you delivered everything before! What? Ah, the blaster - no, this is a special blaster, it is not intended to hang it on the belt, so we cannot do without your miniaturizer.
- Why did they bring it without a box? - asked Yu-Fu-Fyn.
“Your Excellency, this damned box weighs almost as much as a blaster, so fifteen pieces of iron together could not lift them. But I ordered the blaster with an electronic camouflage net, for privacy.
- Okay, Sidorov, the jester is with you! Well done, you probably ...
Someone soon appeared in huge black glasses with a medium-sized suitcase and a robot above the average size. He rolled up to Sergey Sergeyevich and whispered something in his ear. Sergey Sergeyevich whispered in response, and the matter was off the ground.
- Everyone over there in that corner, facing the wall, eyes closed, ears shut up, he commanded. - You all, except the general, do not have such an admission to know how all these things work, they actually do not even exist. Yes, and until I call you, everyone should stand like that! Sidorov! So that from this door and to the corner not a single onlooker on the whole street! Take your iron and quickly ...
Finally we were allowed to turn around. Everyone disappeared somewhere, only someone was already standing at the closed door with his suitcase.
“Let's remove this network,” said Yu-Fu-Fyn. - Well, a whopper! And somewhere I saw him!
- This is the blaster from the battleship Beijing, when it was joked to make the Space Museum dedicated to the last Dargonian war out of it, then one such nasal blaster of the main caliber was sent to the military space museum, I showed it to my son there, - Ilyin issued a certificate. “It’s a bit big for our Mirolaz-2, but it’s somehow adaptable.” Now it is only a quarter longer than the device. You will need additional generators and a cover that will cover them, as well as an additional fuel tank. And then, Mirolaz will become like this - he quickly finished the project on the electronic design table - and the blaster fits easily in the compensating electromagnetic field and will not interfere with the engines ...
- And how many were on the battleship? I asked.
“There were eight of them,” Ilyin answered, “and hundreds of three auxiliary trunks for various purposes.”
Talking with Ilyin did not stop me from noticing the general’s interest in the agent with the suitcase. The general gestured for him and Sergeyevich, and they whispered a couple of minutes. Then the general made a statement:
- This is a new member of our team. The Agent should contact him, since everything else is classified with him, and upon completion of work I recommend everyone to forget that he exists. And now, when all the components have been delivered, we need to have Mirolaz ready by morning. Everyone works: whoever remains at the base will sleep off later when the expedition sets off. And the rest will get enough sleep along the way. The crew includes: I, Ilyin, Zenon, Krishna, Agent, Sidorov and six pieces of iron. Sergeant, so that the team has the most reliable ones - you will have to abandon hopelessly broken ones.
“They said that Krishna would stay with us,” Kun said.
- We need it, but you yourself will collect one more such robot in yourself when you manage your affairs.
- If necessary, then we will collect.
“Yes, I want to find out,” the general looked suspiciously at Sidorov, “why didn’t you look at a bar by the way for so long?”
“No way, Your Excellency!” Just as the blaster was unloaded from the railway platform, they couldn’t put it into any truck. I had to go further on foot from the station, since the pieces of iron did not know the fatigue.
- Okay, there are no more questions. When do you install this gun on Mirolaz?
“We’ll manage by morning,” Ilyin answered.
- Fine, tomorrow morning we are leaving.
***
We crawled to the orbit of Pluto on ion traction and unfastened the engines. I piloted Mirolaz all the way, and Krishna made sandwiches, tea and coffee. He did it remarkably well, but this is because I combined our systems on high-performance telecommunications, and, in fact, it did not matter which of us was engaged in what. In fact, Krishna piloted Mirolaz on equal terms with me, and I was feeding. But I do not mind, because we are brothers, and, therefore, we must share.
All the way Krishna was worried by the question:
- How is Sergeyevich and the engineers there, they will not die of hunger without us? He finally asked.
- Why's that? Is that lose weight, while three days will make us a third brother.
- What if Yu-Hun-Fyn and Yu-Kun-Fyn could not cope?
- In the cafe opposite they will go, if that. But something tells me, Sergey Sergeyevich will not let them not cope.
“But Sergey Sergeevich is not even an engineer, and he cannot help them.”
- You, Krishna, damn full of holes, where you fell from! Sergey Sergeevich is that fruit, obsessed with special operations and sweeps, that is, liquidations and killings, but he will only look at them awkwardly, and they will immediately invent, collect and debug everything. And in general, there is enough snowstorm of revenge, it is better to learn to spy on everyone, that is, to quietly peep and eavesdrop, and then fold two and two. By the way, four is obtained only occasionally, as an exception. Everyone does it here, look at least at Sidorov. And then you have to be an eternal steward!
Then Ilyin himself got into the pilot's seat, and the second pilot's seat was entrusted to me.
- You, Zeno, look, if something is wrong and you see that I don’t have enough reaction there to dodge a meteorite or a rocket, so press the pedals and the helm, do not be shy.
- Well, Ilyin, I’m not shy. And can you find out where we are flying?
- Look at the map: here are our coordinates, but here are the ones that Ivanov gave us. If we were on a planet in a clean field or in free space, then we had to do so - and he drew a straight line from point to point. “But you won’t train like that on the planet - there are many kinds of obstacles, and even more so in space.” Look on the map how many galaxies we need to cross, and there the density of stars is high, so on our hyperdrives we can easily crash into one of the stars. When you go on hyperdrives at full throttle, you neither have time to turn away, nor to brake. So the direct road is the road to the other world, and then you will be tormented with gravity, you will have to adjust the speed and thrust of the engines, but you can’t save enough fuel for this.
- And what do we do?
- We'll have to entrust the supercomputer to plot the optimal gravitationally balanced trajectory. Look how she looks. Now, when we fly around massive objects in an arc, the force of gravity in their direction is balanced by the force of inertia. And from the point of view of the forces acting on the Mirolaz, we will fly as if in a straight line and at the highest possible speed. Although from the point of view of the star map we will fly along the curve, but in fact we will move uniformly.
I understood it easily. But looking around those present, he realized that only the Agent understands something, while the rest of the brains are boiling from overvoltage.
“The Dargonians won't intercept us?” The general asked.
The Dargonians have been our enemies for about the last half million years. After two great wars and countless skirmishes at the dawn of our acquaintance with each other, during which both sides attributed victory after victory, strong, heavily armed neutrality reigned. And although we exchanged diplomats, we did not begin to love each other from this.
“No, Your Excellency, they won’t notice us at such a speed, unless much later than we fly.”
- It's good, otherwise I’m watching, part of your trajectory has been laid through their territory. But if so, now you can start.
“Not yet,” I objected. - Everyone needs to make their own electronic copies, you never know what happens to anyone, and then lie in gravitational freezing. Well, don’t frown, General, in fact, it’s not so cold there, just your pulse will be just every two minutes, and the gravitational field of the capsule will stabilize you in space, and everything else will be as always. And when we arrive, Krishna and I will wake you all up.
- Do it, if it is necessary.
And we drove about twenty hours: electronic copying of people is a new thing for me, but if you make a mistake, then it is not clear who will succeed if the body has to be restored. It seems that Krishna and I did everything according to the instructions and removed electronic copies from the entire crew, and then we examined them in capsules. I waited for the gravitational frost to work, got into the seat of the first pilot, Krishna - into the seat of the second pilot, and we rushed off.
In truth, while we were accelerating, I still felt something, and then it went as Ilyin predicted: all forces are balanced and you won’t understand whether you are standing or flying, only the blue dot on the star map depicting our Myrolaz slowly crawled along the gravitational -balanced curve of the route. And this meant that every hour we left behind an unimaginable number of parsecs. Indeed, no one has been to Ivanov’s side at the edge of the universe, it may have been useless, but Krishna and I agreed that it was so far away — that’s why no one flew. And in general, overcoming such distances, it’s better not to think, but how you can figure out how much to go back on foot, even a brain like mine wedges.
Chapter Six - Contact
From our point of view, we flew for a week, because the movement changes the course of time. The computer showed that a hundred parsecs remained, which meant that it was time to slow down. I turned Myrolaz “tail” forward and began to slow down a bit with hyperdrives. Before that, we all the time after acceleration by inertia walked, from which incredible fuel economy happens. Well, in one parsek they reset to the standard speed at which the connection, therefore, works. Then I wrote to Ivanov in the period an email:
- Good afternoon, chef!
I'm in touch again, Zeno. I am flying Mirolaz-2, and Krishna, my electronic brother, is sitting in the seat of the co-pilot. Just got out of the gravitationally balanced curve that Ilyin in the period calculated on your supercomputer. According to this computer, there is less than a parsec between us.
The space here is some strange, completely colorless, gray-black, no stars, no comets. Here in the rear-view camera, space is quite familiar, unless the arrangement of the stars is different. All people sleep in gravicapsules. While we are heading for your coordinates.
Zeno
- Hello, Zeno and Krishna!
How glad I am that you have almost flown.
Everything is in order with space, just behind you see a thermonuclear reaction of controlled synthesis, that is, space familiar to all of us. But in front of it are the cold walls of the Tokamak installation, this is the same dark matter * that is widely talked about, and no one has seen it before us. However, this is not at all the dark matter that our academic theorists invented. Now it will require special properties of Mirolaz, which, however, will turn on automatically.
The fact is that the walls of TOKAMAK must be cold, otherwise fusion cannot be kept inside. And from the point of view of the supra-world, our universe is a plasma, and it is not only very, very hot, but also magnetic. And therefore, it is kept from touching TOKAMAK walls with an electromagnetic field **, which is the very dark energy *, but again having nothing to do with the Big Bang theory. If for a moment the plasma touches the wall - TOKAMAK ends, and with it the laboratories or power plants where they stand.
But back to the main point. An ordinary starship, when it gets into this electromagnetic field, will become a toy in its super-powerful flows. But the climber overcomes the field because he creates his own field, which seeks to balance all forces. But it seeks precisely, since it is almost impossible to deal with the power of their electromagnetic field, it is painfully powerful and highly variable, despite the general homogeneity. And then, it is dangerous to balance it completely, it’s the same as punching a hole into which plasma rushes immediately. So until you break through it, you can’t wake the crew, and there will be no connection with me either.
But when you break through, a normal distance connection appears, possibly even with video. Then it’s time for you to start waking up and warming up the crew, one by one, one by one.
Good luck Ivanov in the period.
PS Yes, Zeno, I am very interested in clarifying this damned question about dark matter and dark energy. So, if you notice something unusual, tell me right away, because a person cannot observe the passage of Mirolaz through a great field. We can do this only in a capsule of gravitating, and from there observations are excluded.
Well, it shook us in their electromagnetic field! Krishna and I buckled in, and even four manipulators held on to everything we got, since the control of the Mirolaz is designed for two human hands and, accordingly, four manipulators can be used to grab onto different rigid structures. Perhaps Ivanov specifically calculated my case for such work, or maybe just made it as strong as possible. But the fact is on the face: both I and Krishna remained intact, and our brains worked just as well when we fell right to the wall of TOKAMAK from this terrible vortex. We spit out of the field with such force that I barely turned Mirolaz away, dodging a blow against the wall of the reactor.
As soon as we recovered from wild overloads, a normal distance communication buzzer immediately appeared, it was Ivanov who tried to contact us in the period. I could not approach the device, since all the piloting was on me. Therefore, Krsna entered into negotiations. As soon as the video appeared, the chef's familiar voice said:
“Hello, Krishna!”
- And how did you know that this is not Zeno?
“It's simple, because he is piloting, which means he cannot come up.” Hi Zenon, hope you can hear me?
- He hears ...
- Call me the chief, or Ivan Ivanovich. Let Zeno take the bearing to my transmitter. And you, Krishna, wake me Yu-Fu-Fyn. I hope you have instructions on waking up?
- Of course, there is an instruction, but I haven’t had to wake people up after a grave freeze.
- So do everything according to the instructions until the patient breathes on his own. Then in a warm bath, dress, drink hot tea, and let him sit, comes to his senses. And after you take up the next. And the next will be Ilyin in the period. Got it?
- Already going.
“While Krishna is waking people up there, you and I, Zeno, will deal with the coordinates.” According to my data, the distance between us is very small, so go to planetary engines, otherwise you will slip by.
- What should I find?
“You have to find the joint of the valve with the seat, its design is simple and similar to ours, so you would recognize it right away if you could see the whole thing.” Only this is their valve and their seat, and therefore their width and depth are appropriate. You will see a lowering of the relief: this will be the chamfer of the valve, because your Mirolaz is located just under the valve.
- So, the chief, it seems, begins to lower the relief, that is, a chamfer.
- Go to the bottom and up the line of junction of the valve and seat. This is actually a circle, but from your Mirolyaz it seems to be a straight line. Go up the junction until you see something like a cave by our standards. This, by our standards, giant chip is a micro-shell in the valve seat material. But it’s still too narrow, even for my little Mirolaz. Although, theoretically, I could have enough room to squeeze through, the valve presses on the saddle with great force, which leads to huge, much higher than average, vibrations of their supra-molecules, and they block the passage. And if I fall under such a blow, then Mirolaz will end.
“I haven't found it yet, but then what?”
“Then you need a blaster to expand it so that your Mirolaz can pass there.”
- Here I am! - a voice came from behind me, and Yu-Fu-Fyn flopped into the co-pilot’s chair in a warm tracksuit with a large cup of Chinese tea.
- Hello, Yu! - exclaimed Ivanov.
- Vania! Glad to see you again!
- Okay, okay, Yu, now it’s not up to sentiment. Now I need a great shooter from the blaster, so that I do not fry and widened the passage. Oh, by the way, what kind of gun did they bring?
“A cannon is a bow blaster from the battleship Beijing,” the general answered with pride. - First he was removed from the battleship to the museum, and then some attackers slammed him from the museum. In short, he passed a material evidence in my department ...
- And you sent him here through half the universe?
- For dear friend Vanya nothing is sorry!
- Okay, Yu, don’t brush up, I love you so much, appreciate and respect! Is there a shooter?
- I think yes. Do you remember Sidorov?
- The same?
- And what else!
- And this is a shooter ?! He is a doppelganger!
- Calmly, Vanya, do not twitch! He is a schoolboy in school sciences, and he is very good at massacre, shooting, ambush and other special forces affairs.
“And if you were sitting in my place, and he was sitting behind that overgrown blaster, would you not be afraid that he would fry your ass?”
“You won’t believe it before he became a senior special forces sergeant, and he started as a private, he was my personal bodyguard for twelve years.” And you know, I find it difficult to say how many times he saved my ass.
- Well, if so, go ahead - let it fry, but everything is on your conscience: I, and my ass, and the salvation of the universe!
“Hey Krishna, we need Sidorov as soon as possible.”
“I understand, general, Ilyin is now defrosting, and Ivanov ordered strictly one at a time.”
- Well, it’s not for me to teach you, follow the instructions. In the end, I need everything in general and working condition.
While they were doing disassembly there, I hovered over a cave-shell and roughly turned Myrolaz so that Blaster looked directly at the hole. I cut down additional generators: without energy, this same blaster is a large piece of iron. Sidorov is about to find himself, but to shoot him! Then he turned on the autopilot, looked at Yu-Fu-Fyn - how he drinks tea - and he wanted to. And then it dawned on me that it was no accident, but I was completely discharged, and I went into the charging cabinet to take more kilowatts. Only out of the corner of his eye noticed that Ilyin, staggering, also in a suit, but with Turkish coffee came out and flopped down on the sofa opposite the control panel. And he looked not very. The last thing I remember is Krishna with a medicine cabinet ...
I recharged remarkably. And then I immediately remembered: how is Ilyin there? I came out of the charging chamber, I see: alive, and everyone around him is scurrying around, and Ivanov advises on video how and how. But in general, I see that Ilyin in the period simply froze. He took a couple of blankets, dropped it on the sofa, covered it, and stuck the manipulator hot from charging under them. I look, he warmed himself and immediately felt better. And then Krishna brought him coffee - the largest cup - brought hot.
However, Krishna immediately rushed off: there he still had Sidorov defrosting. And I checked the autopilot and decided to take up the Agent. Everything went smoothly with me, or maybe the Agent turned out to be especially hardy. One way or another, I warmed up the capsule, put it in a warm bath, dressed it in a standard sports suit, served coffee, and he says:
- Coffee is great, and I will drink it with pleasure, but maybe there is vodka? Only quietly so that the general is not the right one. And then everything inside was covered with ice.
I felt sorry for the guy and figured out: he won’t shoot, Mirolaz didn’t pilot, because there would be nothing wrong if I respect his request. He took out a secret stash - a large bottle of Hawaiian rum - wanted a hundred grams ... And he took a large glass and gulped. I thought - he would die, I palm off a snack ...
- After the first I don’t bite! He explains in a whisper.
- What, the first time got into freezing?
- Yeah, the first one, probably because of this shitty habit.
And he reached for the rum and immediately grist the second glass in one gulp. True, then swept snacks, and drank coffee, and still asked. Well, I haven’t seen this before! And most importantly, everything went to his benefit: his face turned pink, and he went to bed. And then the general remembered about him:
“Did they wake the Agent?”
- Yes, but what about. I ate, drank, and went to sleep.
- And you, Zeno, didn’t pour vodka for an hour?
It’s good that Ivanov didn’t make me a facial expression. You look at people how they give themselves away with this facial expression, and it becomes a pity for them. And it’s good because, from surprise, it seemed to me that something was wrong with my face.
“No way, Your Excellency!” I didn’t pour it!
And this is not a lie at all, but the true truth, I only opened the bottle, and he poured it myself, so it wasn’t a lie at all, and then it was rum, and the general asked about vodka ...
- Look and don’t pour it, and he’ll drink too much - and he’s got his nerves - he can make trouble. And he fights no worse, or maybe better than Sidorov. By the way, Sidorov, like hands, do not tremble?
- Trembling, and how!
I looked at Sidorov and his hands, and then it dawned on me what kind of mounds these were in his hands through a tracksuit appear. And when I was in an ordinary jacket, I never made an impression!
- Bring him a big glass of vodka, and I’m getting a small scale, so that Sidorov is not like an alcoholic, then, but in company.
Then all the thoughts in my head went round: Sidorov is not an alcoholic, but his hands are trembling, and the Agent’s hands are not trembling, but is an alcoholic coming out? And if the Agent is in the company, then he is not an alcoholic? I brought this damned vodka. They clinked their glasses, the general said:
- Well, we will, Alexei! Not the last time!
And they overturned the vodka into themselves, and began to bite together.
- Look, without my command, not a drop to anyone, even if you are not pouring, but he himself! - and the general smiled broadly, carefully looking at me.
Then I again felt that I had something wrong with my face, and the second time I was delighted at the lack of facial expressions.
- And now all the drunkards sleep. Ilyin, how are you, okay? That's good, then watch the watch for five or six. While I and Sidorov wake up, even after three drops it is impossible to admit to the weapon. Are you still with Ivanov or Zenon ...
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* According to the Big Bang hypothesis, 96% of the mass of the universe is dark energy and dark matter, which are not visible and not detectable by modern devices. They appeared “at the tip of the pen” in the unimaginably distant twentieth century from us in order to explain the accelerated expansion of the universe and preserve the priorities of the Big Bang theory. Alas, they are still not discovered and are the subject of scientific debate. By the way, the fuel loaded into the thermonuclear reactor is calculated in kilograms, and the weight of the reactor is many tons. So academics missed a little with a mass of dark matter and energy, they, perhaps, all 99.9% of the total mass of TOKAMAK.
** There are few materials that could withstand even the so-called cold plasma. And industrial plants should work hot. As you know, it was not called hot by accident. Therefore, an electromagnetic field is created inside the vessel by means of superconducting electromagnets, which prevents the plasma from contacting the walls of the reactor.
Any criticism and comments are very welcome.
UPD Continuation of the 7th and 8th chapters here .