– Oh! I recognize Rangit.

– By the way, I can be incorporeal, as in only in your head.

– Then you will be corporeal all the same.

– Well, sort of, yeah, but, uh.

– И…

– I'm a machine, I'm a program, so don't expect sentimentality, pity, sympathy and all that.

– I'm not counting on it. I've been killed here at least once already. Do you have an exact center, where you're from? I have a connection to my own native ISKIN. Now how do I know who's who?

– From the planet Earth in the solar system, Milky Way galaxy," the companion replied with an ironic smile.

– Hmm, great. Then why do you suddenly define yourself as an ISKIN from multiple worlds?

– I'm just kidding, you know," they smiled at each other. – I'm like a spreading light, a gravity wave, a radio wave, radiation. Well agree, radio waves can be everywhere: somewhere in the woods, in the mountains, in the sea… if you are there with a receiver, it does not mean that they are only for you. Here I am grabbing the influence, the instantaneous communication of quantum entanglement of particles from any directions.

– Ah, that's it," Ruthra took a deep breath and looked around, "let's get out of here," he suggested, remembering the events of the last session.

In his heart he rejoiced at such a grandiose phenomenon – the realization of his methodology. But at the same time skepticism and doubt were drilling him. In any case, he told himself, the study of the world should confirm or deny the reality of the existence of other worlds and the realization of consciousness transfer. In spite of everything, he was proud of himself, because in theory these worlds should exist, why not feel himself in the role of those pioneers who discovered new worlds within the limits of the planet Earth.

– Let's go," agreed the Bedouin, or ancient Jew or rabbi.

There was no way to determine visually who the real owner of this body was. It wasn't even that important to Ruthra, because he didn't know whose body he was in. Most likely they were the bodies of Zealots… or worse, Sicarians. There was a reason why a group of rebels had fled to this oasis, and it was probably not for company.

– Are you aware of the state of this world? How similar is it to the earthly world?

– Not really. And you… by the way, I suggest that we communicate without these official ranks… just like on Earth.

– So you socialize like the Rangit I'm used to.

– It's a deal.

– Whose body do you have? – Ruthra asked with a slight curve of his lips, examining himself at the same time.

– I don't know. The technology hasn't been perfected yet. It's like landing on a descent vehicle: the territory is set, but the exact location is as it turns out.

They smiled mutually.

– What language are we even speaking here?

– Aramaic.

– That's great. Didn't know you owned one.

They smiled at each other again.

– I want to ask you something. Here's the thing.

Rangit lowered his head a little. After taking a few steps with a thoughtful expression, he said:

– Still, I'll allow a certain amount of business. I'm so inclined. I'm sorry, you sentient beings have taken care of your insurance. Attitude toward authority is embedded in my quantum soul.

– What are you talking about?

– I'll be on a first-name basis with you," Rangit said almost guiltily.

Now Ruthra walked a short way, pondering before answering.

– No problem. What do you want to say and why don't you know about our world? Why can't you download our Rangit database?

– That's the whole point. I'm telling you, you people took care of your insurance.