They walked to the installation. YatSan opened her eyes. She was helped to stand up. She had the look of a tired person.

– How are you? – Ruthra asked.

She looked at him unkindly, lowered her gaze.

– It's fine," YatSan replied grudgingly.

– Yat, tell me, what happened there? – Iulia asked in a clearly provocative manner.

Everyone understood this already, but forgave, knowing there was no malicious intent.

– I need to rest. I've had enough. I'm not your guinea pig," Yatsan said and walked out.

Ruthra contacted her silently.

– YatSan, it's okay, don't worry. It was a different world.

The advantage of such communication was confidentiality. No one could know about him. Only Irene, omniscient and omnipresent, knew everything. Although "knew" was a strong word for it, everything was only recorded in her. But the fact that Irene could use all the information, combining it into concentric circles of logic, going wider and wider into the topics with which the information was connected, brought her closer to human interaction, communication. So she understood what people did and for what purpose, what meaning they put into what they said, why this or that evoked emotion. This was her second essence, the spiritual one.

Rutra involuntarily pondered about it as he followed YatSan. Accompanied by the medical staff, she was on her way to the living quarters. In the first hour after the completion of a process, such as a virtual reality session, the person involved in the experiment was at their mercy. No one could interfere with them.

YatSan responded with the same method.

– What do you mean, it's okay?

Ruthra guessed, she didn't know about the transfer of information from her brain there to her brain here, and from there directly to Irene.

Suddenly Ruthra drew a positive conclusion from the secrecy of what was going on. It would seem that everything should have trumpeted what had happened. It was an event which, in fact, the consciousness could not yet adequately perceive. If she had brought something tangible from there, then it would be easier to believe. But what? The evidence is purely scientific. Like the new elements in the Mendeleev table. It's like the particle is fixed, it's got all the data, but there's no substance. Something appears for a split second in a lab experiment and then disappears. What do you think of an alien from a parallel world? After all, under certain conditions, these particles form stable substances in combination, and possibly even some kind of life.

And here nothing happened. No meetings with applause, orchestra and flowers, no live broadcast on all channels, no fame, no money. Money and fame, by the way, could well be in the end. The financial reward for Rutroy's participation in the experiment had been thought out, documented, and it was substantial. All the details were stipulated in the contract. And the listed before would likely be when the program was no longer classified. Ruthra had already pondered this, even thought of a scenario. Right now, it was necessary to wait until YatSan was rested and back to normal, and then download all the information regarding the session from her brain. There was a need to reconcile and see if there were any distortions. Though that was doubtful as well. After all, the entangled particles "drew" the events, affecting the brain, and then Irene read them. The check only concerned the fact that in the state of trance YatSan's brain, having received a signal, vaguely or poorly transmitted.