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Leaves from the tree of knowledge
In the morning, like a bayonet, at nine o'clock, I was at the entrance to the third, most mysterious snow-white ball, trying to make a favorable impression on Marat Ibrahimovich with my punctuality. So that the demonstration of the laboratory is not again postponed indefinitely.
In the distance, I saw a familiar figure with a cane, walking with a quick, slightly limp step. He approached and looked around suspiciously. There was not a soul around. He took out the keys, opened the door a crack, and spoke in a barely audible voice.
Michael, come on...
Then again he looked out from behind the door and locked it from the inside.
- This is the ASO modeling laboratory.
I looked around in surprise. The ball was practically empty. Only in the middle lay two Turkish rugs with ornaments, and between them stood ... a hookah!!!
- What's this? Where is everyone? Where is the sophisticated equipment?
“Believe me, Mikhail, it was not at all easy to get what is in this room.
I tried to ask the question from the other side.
- Marat Ibragimovich, then explain what ASO is and why it needs to be modeled?
- Not so fast! You will know everything in due time. Until then, please.
He nodded towards the rug. I carefully sat down, cross-legged Turkish. Marat Ibrahimovic did some magic with the hookah, and after a while we inhaled fragrant white smoke. Remembering the incident with abstragon, I tried not to inhale much, so that nothing would happen.
- Before talking about ASO, you need to feel it. Do you feel?
I didn’t really feel anything, but I agreed so as not to offend a respected scientist.
— ASO is an Absolutely Free Object. Does this scientific term mean anything to you.
- Well I do not know. Absolutely black body I know. I know absolute zero. Haven't heard of the item.
- I'll try to explain. First you need to define a Free Object. A free object is an object that occupies all the allowed states at once. In a free object, all internal and external variables take on all values at the same time. Like qubits in a quantum computer. You understand?
- With difficulty, but like ....
Marat Ibrahimovic again puffed on fragrant white smoke.
- The only question is what kind of admissible states are these. The set of admissible states is determined by the restrictions imposed on the Free Object.
Where do these restrictions come from? - I was getting curious.
— The limitation arises due to the interaction of Free Objects with each other. Constraints, in other words, are structural links.
Marat Ibrahimovic inhaled again from the tube.
- Now that we have given an intermediate definition, it will not be difficult to move on to the main one. An Absolutely Free Object is a Free Object with all restrictions lifted.
"Perhaps, but what's the point of all this reasoning?"
“Understand, there are only two truly Absolutely Free Objects – an object from which reality arises, it is still called a quantum field or also a non-local quantum source. And yet, and this is the most important thing, human consciousness is also an Absolutely Free Object in the most canonical sense.
Satisfied with the results of his reasoning, the gray-haired scholar exhaled smoke through his nostrils.
— But wait, Marat Ibrahimovich, the human mind has a lot of limitations.
- These are not limitations of consciousness, but limitations of the intellect, caused in turn by the limitations of the body. Consciousness is inherently limitless. To get to this core of human nature, to this pure foundation on which free will is based - this is the main task of this laboratory.
I seem to be starting to understand what was going on here.
“You see, Mikhail, all these small quantum tricks with information recovery and randomness control are actually small mouse fuss, compared to what gives us access to an Absolutely Free Object. At present, the winner is the one who thinks big, reducing the limitations of the mind to a minimum.
Marat Ibrahimovic inhaled more than usual, coughed and his face turned white.
- Here ... Khe, khe ... Something is clogged here, you don’t have a clerical knife with you, you need to clean it ... No? Well then, I'll go now ... I'll quickly.
The most advanced quantum computer
I was left alone and looked around again. My head was swollen with thoughts. What are they doing here for public money? Suddenly, I noticed something that was not in other rooms that I had examined the day before. I saw a door to a large ball adjoining the laboratory. Where was the quantum computer.
Interested, I got up from the Turkish rug. I was a little shaky - I still got a dose of strange smoke. The door was not locked and I stepped inside, expecting to see this miracle of modern physical and mathematical thought - a quantum computer of the latest generation.
The big bowl was completely empty. There was not even dust on the floor. Staggering, I went around the whole ball and did not find anything even remotely resembling a computing device. Stunned, I stood in the middle of a snow-white huge void. There was a knock on the door behind him.
- So, so ... So we go here where we were not invited. This seems to be your life principle, Michael. Appear where you are not expected at all.
I turned around and saw Marat Ibrahimovic. In one hand he held a cane, and in the other he tightly gripped a clerical knife. The appearance and mood of the scientist did not bode well. There was a slight click, and a sharp blade flashed at the end of the knife.
“Where… Where is the quantum computer?” - the tongue tossed and turned with difficulty, it seems that the poison was with a delayed effect.
The most advanced quantum computer is the human brain. This has already been scientifically proven. It's time for you, Mikhail, to study the current state of research in quantum physics.
“And this… Bess… wired… ney… ro… interface is also a props?” Plain plastic?
Marat Ibrahimovic did not answer, but made an unexpected lunge forward and waved a clerical knife. I barely managed to pull my neck away from the blow. The knife slashed across my cheek and I felt a spurt of blood.
- Puppy. Provincial upstart. Where did you just come from? Nastya and I were already going to get married. Well, you bastard, your last minutes have come. He rushed at me, my cottony legs gave way and we were on the floor. A clerical blade flashed a centimeter from my eyes.
Escape
Suddenly, Marat Ibragimovich's gaze froze, he somehow went limp and fell aside. I saw Nastya. In her hands she clutched a broken hookah. Nastya looked at the unconscious scientist and said not without anger.
- The smoke hit my head ... You can’t take such heavy things on a regular basis. Michael, how are you?
- I'm not very, but in general, nothing. Nastya, you... You saved me.
- Yes, nonsense, I have long wanted to do this ... Old fool ...
Nastya gave me her hand. I got up and assessed my condition. The face was covered in blood, but everything else was intact. The smoky mixture gradually dissipated, and I came to my senses. Nastya stroked my cheek with her palm and wiped the blood with a handkerchief.
“Mikhail, after what happened, we have only one way out – to run.
— Is it even possible? To run away from such a serious organization?
I touched my burning cheek - it looks like it will be a scar.
“I think maybe I have a plan. We will not be in a big hurry. Marat will not be missed soon. He used to not leave his laboratory for days. Come on, we need to pack our things.
Small fire on the beach
It didn't look like an escape. Nastya packed her things - only one bag. I didn't have any things. Trying not to attract much attention, we left the town through the main gate.
Forty minutes later we were on a remote stretch of coast, protected from view by a high rock jutting out into the sea. The night was approaching. They collected some snags peeled by the sea and lit a small fire.
Nastya was wearing the same dress in which, or rather without which, she met me two days ago. Now I could see its color. It shone with a piercing scarlet hue.
- Beautiful dress ... Red suits you very much.
- You know .., Misha ... Previously, men pulled scarlet sails on the masts to propose to a woman. And now women pull on pieces of these sails so that at least someone notices them ...
Nastya smiled bitterly. I tried to divert the conversation from the sad topic. In addition, I had a lot of ambiguities and doubts in my head.
“I still don’t understand how we can hide from an organization that knows everything in the world, and also has the ability to control any events?”
— I have one theory. As you already understood, the scientific group of Marat Ibrahimovic manages quantum effects using human consciousness as a quantum tool. He himself told you about it. This means that only a part of reality is available to him, controlled by the total human consciousness of the planet Earth. It is not so little, but it is not the whole reality.
- HM?
I tried to understand what Nastya was getting at.
- Misha, we need to drop out of the field of human consciousness for a while. Simply put, we need to become wild beasts.
— And how do we do it?
- Still do not understand?
Nastya laughed her strange laugh and pulled out a liter bottle of abstraction from her bag. In the firelight, the green bottle looked especially ominous. I was really scared, remembering what happened to me after only two sips.
But Nastya was right. There was no other way out.
We drank straight from the bottle, passing the bottle to each other from time to time.
When less than half was left in the bottle, Nastya and I once again made eye contact. I wanted to tell her that she is the most beautiful girl in the world. But only an angry growl escaped my chest. I reached out my hand, grabbed Nastya by the neckline of the dress and pulled it down with force. There was a crackle of thin red cloth.
A moment later, on the beach, two half-naked bodies thrashed and writhed in their embrace, relieving themselves of the tension accumulated over many years of service to society.
After some time, the bodies separated and, pushing through the thorn bush, disappeared in the direction of the mountains.
(to be continued: The Entropy Protocol. Part 6 of 6. Never Give Up)
Source: www.habr.com