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YatSan woke up in bed. She turned around a little. It was a large room with a very high ceiling. The bed was raised on a pedestal so that you had to walk down to the floor on steps. In the middle of the room was a pool with a fountain. All the walls were of colored stained glass painted in the style of the seasons, and the ceiling, which consisted of two sliding dome-shaped spheres, was covered with twinkling lights copying the starry sky…

– Fix that picture," Ruthra almost shouted.

– I've got it," Irene reported.

– Why? – Catherine asked.

– It's a nice place for her to live," Iulia said.

– From the position of the stars, we may be able to calculate the coordinates of this location," Ruthra explained.

– 'Hardly,' Parmenides pointed out, 'there aren't even any bears there.

– Have you been able to identify it yet? – Iulia asked.

The scientist nodded.

– Quiet. Let's watch. Indeed, if Irene is silent, we have nothing to look for," Ruthra said.

– Something remotely resembling some star clusters seems to be there.

– All right. Uh-huh. We'll wait for more information. Let's keep looking.

– Does YatSan there realize it's her from here? – IuLia inquired.

– You should listen to what they say. Of course he does," Andrian answered her.

He smiled a little, hoping to smooth over his unintentional rudeness. Iulia still didn't appreciate it, turning away from him resentfully.

– Actually, we don't know for sure. Remember the clone situation," Ruthra explained.

YatSan pulled herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. It was a huge double bed. You could say it was Gulliver's bed. Suddenly, YatSan jumped up and, completely naked, ran and dove into the pool. After swimming along the bottom to the next edge, she surfaced and ran to the wall with a picture of a rainy street. As soon as she reached the wall, the partition disappeared, a corridor opened up, and a shower of jets poured down on her from all sides.

– Why do we see it that way? We have to look at everything through her eyes, don't we? – Ruthra asked.

Everyone already realized that the question was directed to Irene.

– I tried it – and their AI gave access," she replied.

– What do you mean?

– They have AI, too.

– That's understandable. Civilization seems decent. By the way, what's the name of their AI?

– NRC. They sweetly call her NaRiKa.

– I wonder how they decipher that?

– Neural team leader – Andrian offered his variant.

– I don't think so," Iulia replied without turning around.

Then, looking at Rutra, she asked:

– Does our Irene stand for something? I mean, her manager's name is Irene. She's human, so her name is just a name.

– Let's not get distracted," Ruthra said.

Then turned to Irene:

– Why did you give me access? Who did NaRiKa think you were?

– I contacted her through YatSan's brain. She mistakes me for Yat-San.

– That's a good one. You're getting a signal through the moon stations?

– No. It's completely different. The signal doesn't travel like radio waves.

– I told you," the scientist said quietly, pointing a finger at Ruthra as if to rebuke him.

– And what did you say? – Ruthra asked him with some sarcasm.

– I told you the signal would be impossible to pick up normally.

– You said it was impossible because of the speed of radio waves. They, like light, would take billions of years to travel.

– Isn't that enough for you?

– So you said there wouldn't be a signal at all. I said it would.

– And how did you, your majesty, know that?

– You have a weak imagination.

– You assured me it would be just like the transmigration of consciousness. You convert the encoding of digitization of consciousness into a matrix of influence on one of the entangled particles, it transmits its state to another particle, decoding takes place there, as if unwinding a spring, and the state here turns out to be the state there. But how does the state there turn out to be the state here?