one.
- Where are you going? The guard asked indifferently.
- Firm "Web 1251".
- It's right along the track. Yellow building, second floor.
A visitor, a student-type guy, went into the cluttered territory of the former research institute, followed the path to the right and, following the instructions of the security guard, climbed to the second floor of the yellow building.
The corridor was deserted, most of the doors had no signage. The visitor had to go along a zigzag corridor to find the right room. Finally, a door with a Web 1251 sign appeared. The boy pushed her and found himself in the office, a little more decent than the environment outside the window.
The secretary was absent, but the director himself looked out of the adjacent door:
- Hello. Are you with us?
- I called, by advertisement.
A second later, the guy was taken to the director's office. The director was about forty, he was tall, awkward and a little impetuous.
“Glad to see you in my office,” the director said, holding out a business card. - I think you have come to the address. Web 1251 has five years of web programming experience. Our area is turnkey websites with a guarantee. Form style. Optimization for promotion in all search engines. Corporate mail. Newsletters. Exclusive design. We can do all this, and we can do it perfectly.
The boy took a business card and read: "Zaplatkin Sergey Evgenievich, director of the company" Web 1251 "."
- This is wonderful, - the guy smiled welcomingly, hiding the business card in his pocket. - I have great respect for web programming. I’ll program a bit myself. But at the moment I'm interested in something else. The announcement said: literary masterpieces ...
Sergey Evgenievich Zaplatkin froze.
- Are you interested in good literature?
“Miraculous masterpieces,” the boy corrected. - Have you placed such an advertisement?
- Yes, I did. However, miraculous masterpieces are very, very expensive, do you understand this? It’s cheaper to order a masterpiece from a good writer.
- And still?..
A sparkle flashed in Zaplatkin's eyes.
- Let me know, are you an author? Would you like to get a miraculous masterpiece in your hands? But the fact is that ...
- I am not an author.
- Represent the interests of the publisher? Big?
Zaplatkin’s eyes had already flushed. Judging by the inability to hide emotions, the director of "Web 1251" was a man addicted.
- I represent the interests of a private person.
- Private person, that's how. Is your principal interested in literature? Intend to become the author of a masterpiece, to make a writing career?
“We will assume that we intend to,” the boy grinned barely. “But first, I want to understand where you get miraculous masterpieces from.” Invented artificial intelligence that scribbles literary works?
Zaplatkin shook his head.
“Not artificial intelligence, no.” Eka is unseen, artificial intelligence ... If you yourself do not compose, it will be difficult for you to understand where the masterpieces come from. I'll tell you, only you have to take my word for it. The fact is that Homer, Shakespeare, Pushkin are not actually the authors of their works.
“Then who?” - the guy was surprised.
“Homer, Shakespeare, Pushkin are authors only legally,” Zaplatkin explained. “But not really them.” In fact, any writer is a receiving device that reads information from a subspace. Of course, this is known only to real writers, not graphomaniacs, ”the director added with a bitter bitterness. - Grafomanov engaged in imitation, adopting techniques from more advanced and successful colleagues. And only real writers draw their texts directly from subspace.
- You want to say that the database is deployed in the subspace?
- That's it.
- And what is subspace?
- In our case, the conditional figure of speech.
“And where exactly in the subspace is the database stored?”
“Physically, you mean?” I dont know. When you go to the site, you don't care where the server is located from which the data is read. Access to data is important, not the place of their physical storage.
- So you have access to universal information?
“Yes,” Zaplatkin admitted, smiling broadly. - The company "Web 1251" conducted basic research and learned how to download works of art from subspace directly. By my own strength, so to speak.
The boy was silent for a moment and nodded in a sign that he understood.
- Can I get acquainted with product samples?
“Here,” the director took out from the table and handed the visitor a heavy packet in binding.
The boy opened it and laughed in surprise.
- This is "Eugene Onegin"!
“You wait, wait,” Zaplatkin hurried. - Naturally, Eugene Onegin. Pushkin downloaded "Eugene Onegin" from the subspace, so we downloaded it from there, randomly. However, the authors are often mistaken. I want to say that in the subspace ideal versions of works of art are stored, and the author’s versions, for various reasons, are far from ideal. The authors lack accurate equipment, and we at Web 1251 developed such equipment. Read the ending, if not in a hurry - everything will become clear to you. I'll wait.
The guy flipped to the last pages and went deep, from time to time giggling.
“And so,” he asked twenty minutes later, having finished reading, “what in the end became with Tatyana?” She did not survive the rape or chose to give birth? The prince challenged Onegin to a duel? Although how he would call him, Onegin had both amputated hands.
“I don’t know,” Zaplatkin explained with fervor. - However, this is the canonical completed story of Eugene Onegin! As it is stored in subspace. And what Pushkin composed on his own is his work, a writer.
- Is “Eugene Onegin” stored in a subspace in Russian? It's hard to believe.
- Do you think that Eugene Onegin could be written in Chinese or at least English?
The boy grunted:
- I understand you. Ready to order a small text for sample. Let's say a poem. I think a few quatrains are enough. Do you accept orders by genre and specific volume?
Zaplatkin made a swallowing motion, but pronounced:
- It is obliged to warn about the existing risk. I do not know in advance what will be extracted from the subspace. I can only guarantee the miraculous nature of the text. I guarantee miracles, yes.
- It’s coming.
After half an hour, required to fill out and sign the contract, the visitor left.
Zaplatkin pulled a smartphone out of his pocket, pressed the call button and said into the receiver:
- Nadya, can you speak? It seems to have pecked. Quite a little text, a few quatrains, but this is only the beginning. Let's arrange for tomorrow. Will you prepare everything? Does he feel good?
2.
Leaving the territory of an abandoned research institute, the guy went into the city. I had to go to the subway by tram, several stops. The boy was a little bored, but, remembering the conversation with Zaplatkin, he smiled.
In the subway, the guy sat in the direction of the center, went out at one of the central stations and a minute later he went into one of the solid buildings with a three-meter door.
In the corridor, two stood in conversation and in good suits.
“He took the Gelendvagen,” said the first. - On the first day I scratched, resentment. But this screw that cut me would have to do it badly. Insurance for me on the drum. So I’ll stain it, it will not wash off.
“You will do it right,” said the second. - Only with such usually there is nothing to take, except insurance. Though you tie up the prosecutor’s office, but what's the point? So I had a case ...
Having reached the necessary office, the intern looked at the door and asked:
“May I, Comrade Colonel?”
Hearing the invitation, he entered.
Despite the officer rank, the owner of the cabinet was in civilian clothes. He glanced at the one who came in from under his frowning eyebrows and asked:
- Did you go, Andryusha?
- I went.
Andryusha handed over a business card received from the director of Web 1251.
- What do you think? Our clients?
- I do not know what to say. A difficult case, although the company is unremarkable. Ordinary computer scientists. I recorded the conversation, I will transfer it to a file and send it.
“Tell me now, Andryusha,” the colonel demanded in a low, objectionable voice.
“I obey, Comrade Colonel.” So it is. This is not artificial intelligence. The director of this company, Zaplatkin, claims to have access to a database stored in a subspace. The database contains works of fiction, that is, literally all the works.
- What time? - the colonel was surprised.
- I apologize, inaccurately put it. Not all. In the database are only brilliant works. Everything that is not genius is invented by people. Non-genius is composed by non-geniuses, that is, graphomaniacs, and nobody writes genius. Geniuses do not compose, but borrow works from subspace. Do you understand that now I am not expressing my opinion, but the opinion of Zaplatkin?
- Well yes.
- Zaplatkin claims: the technology developed by his company allows you to download ingenious works from subspace. Imagine directly, without interference! In my opinion, blatantly lying. This Zaplatkin does not have a financial situation in order to finance anything serious.
- Listen, Andryusha, are there films of the Miramax studio in this database? Not yet taken?
Andryusha looked down.
- I didn’t think to ask. Prepared for questions on artificial intelligence. I'll call you back, find out everything and report back.
- Do not. Signed an agreement?
- Oh sure. Sorry for not immediately transmitting. - Andryusha pulled out four-fold sheets from a case. - Here the bill is payable.
- Good. I’ll say to pay.
- Allow me to go?
“Wait,” the colonel realized. “And in what language ... is it ... works?” Which are stored in the subspace?
- In the language of creation, past or future. Here, I confess, Zaplatkin cut me off. Says: "Eugene Onegin" could not be written in a language other than Russian. Very convincing.
- "Eugene Onegin"?
Colonel’s voice took on a metallic hue.
- Yes sir. Zaplatkin showed me the allegedly downloaded version of "Eugene Onegin" with a different ending. There it is ...
- Do not mention this book with me.
“And yet, I don’t understand,” honestly, taking advantage of his trusting relationship with the colonel, Andryusha curious, “why do you need this Zaplatkin.” Its subspace is most likely fake. The guy wants to make some money. What is the interest in Zaplatkin?
The owner of the office grinned.
- Andryusha, our homeland now has a difficult informational situation. We do not control the literary flow. Enemies are completely overgrown, their tentacles spread all over the Internet. Google is not in our hands, Facebook is not in our hands, even Amazon is not in our hands. All this in the face of a shortage of professional writers. But we are able to control them! And imagine, if it turns out: in the subspace are all the unwritten works! Everything! Unwritten! Ingenious! And if this good goes to the enemies of the motherland? How do you think the supervisor in our person should react to this? Tell me, Andrei ...
Andrei squinted at the colonel and hid his gaze deeply:
- About anything other than literary works, conversations with Zaplatkin were not conducted. However, you are right: this issue is not included in the zone of his interests. The strategic stocks of unwritten literature must belong to our state.
“Or did you remember anyone, Andryusha?”
- That's right, I remember. Or our state, or nobody.
- Free. Go ahead.
Left alone, the colonel closed his eyes and relaxed, thinking about something of his own. Suddenly his lips twitched and whispered:
- Bastard. What a bastard this is your Eugene Onegin!
Determining whether the colonel pronounced the famous name in quotation marks or without quotation marks was decidedly impossible.
3.
The next day, Zaplatkin visited the building of the city hospital and found the deputy doctor Nadezhda Vasilievna - a woman of the same age.
“Nadya, hi,” said Zaplatkin, looking into the staff room. - Are you busy? I'll wait.
Nadezhda Vasilievna, surrounded by her colleagues, broke away from the conversation:
- Seryozha, wait in the hallway, I’ll leave now.
I had to wait about fifteen minutes. During this time, Zaplatkin sat in a wheelchair exposed in the corridor, read warnings about the prevention of infectious diseases and walked back and forth several times. Finally, the deputy head doctor appeared and made a sign "follow me." However, Zaplatkin knew where to go.
“You have no more than an hour, Seryozha,” said Nadezhda Vasilievna while they were descending the stairs. “I don’t know why I went for it.” A unique case, of course. However, I had no right to admit you to the patient. Help in scientific work is an excuse for fools. So what, what is a classmate? Another would turn you, despite the dissertation. But I can’t refuse you, such a fate.
- What are you, Nadenka ?! - interposed between her remarks Zaplatkin. - I consider the patient, and do not touch at all. From these procedures it becomes easier for him, she said. However, you know how much it can cost? I took one hundred thousand for one poem, half of yours minus taxes. This morning, the bill came. Receive after closing the contract. After a couple of years, you can buy yourself a pair of clinics like this one, even better.
The couple went down to the first floor, from it to the basement, where the closed boxes began.
“Hello, Nadezhda Vasilievna,” the guard greeted.
They walked past the guard and looked into one of the boxes, on which hung the sign "Semenok Matvey Petrovich."
On the bed lay sick. His suffering face, unshaven and emaciated, with sharpened features, was perfectly unearthly spirituality. At the same time, nothing was expressed - the person was unconscious. The patient's chest heaved upwardly under the covers, and his hands in hospital pajamas rested on top, along the body.
“On, get it,” Nadezhda Vasilyevna threw with some anger.
“Nadenka,” Zaplatkin prayed. “You owe fifty thousand.” Great money, between us girls speaking. It’s not my fault that miraculous works are not in demand in publishing houses. In the end, you yourself invited me to decipher the heart tones, for scientific purposes.
- I invited and still regret it.
- But this is a sensation! Scientific breakthrough!
- Maybe. Not in medicine. For such a breakthrough I will be laughed at. Moreover, the doctoral theme has been approved, and its name is not: "Decoding of heart tones for the purpose of literary earnings." Will you connect the phonocardiograph yourself or help?
- I’ll connect, Nadya. You know, I learned ...
A head stuck in the door:
- Sorry, where's the registry?
Nadezhda Vasilyevna threw herself up in surprise:
- This is the ground floor, reception on the ground floor. How did you get in here? There is a guard ...
- Sorry, I'm lost. The guard must have gone to the toilet, ”said the head, vigilantly looking around the box, then disappeared.
Zaplatkin, meanwhile, tried to take the deputy head doctor by the shoulders.
- Nadya, be patient a little more. Soon I will add a code for a free search. I will leave the laptop here. Of course, remote access is desirable, but there are technical problems, it takes time to solve them. Over time, we will turn around ...
Nadezhda Vasilyevna with a sigh pulled away.
- Seryozha, you have no more than an hour. I have to go. In an hour I’ll come and get you out of here.
- Don’t worry, everything will be all right.
Nadezhda Vasilyevna closed the metal door behind herself.
Zaplatkin sat down on a chair and removed a laptop from the brought case. He took the phonocardiograph from the table, put it on the bed and stuck the plug into the outlet. Stuck on the wrist of a motionless Matvey Petrovich Semenok wire with adhesive tape. Cord connected a laptop with a phonocardiograph. Sighing, as before the decisive test, he snapped the toggle switch.
Multi-colored curves crawled across the screen of the phonocardiograph, something pulsed unevenly. However, Zaplatkin did not pay attention to the graphics: he leaned over the laptop and knocked on the keyboard, trying to achieve the desired effect.
For a long time it did not work. Zaplatkin froze for a moment in thought and again tapped his fingers. Fifteen minutes later, he cried out with joy:
- Yes, let's go! Come on, honey!
Soon, joyful expectation gave way to complete disappointment.
“Not the Golden Calf!”
Zaplatkin once again read the text issued by the laptop, and burst out laughing. I could not tear myself away and ran a few more pages without stopping giggling. Then, with a visible effort of will, he returned to the interrupted occupation.
He worked for some time, then broke away from the laptop and whispered to himself:
- It is necessary to stimulate. May God grant memory ...
Zaplatkin bent over his sick face and made several passes with his palm. The seed did not even blink: it remained completely motionless, although it lay with its eyes open. Zaplatkin took a deep breath and began to read Pushkin, from memory:
“The green oak near the seashore;
Gold chain on oak volume:
Day and night, the cat scientist
Everything goes around the chain;
Goes right - the song starts,
To the left - a fairy tale says.
There are miracles: the goblin wanders there,
The mermaid sits on the branches ... "
Having completed the introduction to Ruslan and Lyudmila, Zaplatkin turned to his laptop and stood still.
Suddenly, something changed, in any case, the curves on the phonocardiograph startled and gave out several peaks. Zaplatkin started up:
- Come on! Come on!
After a couple of minutes, the download was over.
When Zaplatkin got acquainted with the work of art obtained from subspace, he nervously drummed his fingers on the table. Once again I got acquainted and again nervously drummed my fingers.
But, anyway, it was time to round off: the time allotted for Nadenka to download was drawing to a close.
“Okay, Matvey Petrovich,” said Zaplatkin to the patient. - Could accept something more decent from the subspace, but that is, that is. Well done anyway. Get well.
Matvey Petrovich Semenok did not move an eyebrow on a spiritualized face.
Zaplatkin folded his laptop and put it in a case. Having disconnected the Velcro from the patient’s wrist, he transferred the phonocardiograph from the bed to its original place. He packed his things and waited for Nadezhda Vasilievna to take him out of boxing.
4.
Colonel and Andryusha got to the research institute by official transport.We passed the checkpoint and five minutes later were in the office of Web 1251.
Customers were immediately invited to the director’s office.
“This is my principal Alexei Vitalievich, whose interests I represented at our last meeting,” Andryusha said.
- Very nice! Tea? Coffee?
- No thanks. Closer to business, - sitting down in a guest chair, the colonel moved his lips.
“Well, as you say,” Zaplatkin hurried. - So, the contract provided for the creation of a miraculous poem on any topic, no more than 8 paragraphs, according to paragraph ... - Zaplatkin looked into the contract, - ... paragraph 2.14. Such a poem was downloaded, in full accordance with the technology developed by us. It is really miraculous. Genre is absurdism. A very worthy poetic genre, by the way. In Russia he was represented by the Oberiuts, now Levin is the most worthy representative ...
- Can we see? - suggested the colonel.
- Whom, Levine?
- Not.What we ordered.
- Yes, of course, I'm sorry. Here is the result ...
Zaplatkin handed the colonel a printed sheet. He accepted and read aloud:
“I get out of the den:
Last Friday.
I notice Granny crazy on the road
.
In the rain, she drives
On a sports bike.
The leaves from the branches fall
In the yellowed spruce ... "
Not having finished half the time, Alexey Vitalyevich threw the leaf aside and frownedly asked:
- What is this?
- Your order. No worse than Harms, ”Zaplatkin encouraged himself.
- Brilliant, or what?
- Genius is a vague concept. Moreover, the contract did not provide for the genius of the work, it provided for its miraculousness. Unlike genius, miraculousness is an objective concept. I assure you, this text is not made up of hands, as it is stored in the subspace.
- Can you prove it?
- I can not. However, I warned your confidant about possible risks, - Zaplatkin glanced at Andryusha. - Moreover, this moment is prescribed in the contract. Here, in paragraph 2.12 it says: The Customer cannot demand from the Contractor evidence of the miraculous nature of the work, if direct plagiarism or borrowing is not found.
“And where should I put it?”
“But you intended to use this text somehow,” Zaplatkin hesitated. “All seven quatrains.” I do not know ... I assumed for scientific or research purposes. We are ready to provide you with many texts from the subspace, both without authorship, that is, not yet written, and with authorship, for comparison with canonical texts.
“I won’t accept this shit.”
Zaplatkin frowned.
- Your right. According to the concluded contract, clause 7.13, in case of refusal to accept work, the Contractor has 30% of the amount of the advance payment transferred. Insist on a refund?
- Where did you get the text, I ask?
- I have already explained to your colleague. The technology developed by our company allows you to download texts directly from the subspace. Subspace - the concept in this case is conditional. We do not know where it is. However, we can say ...
- Is there a license?
- What? - taken aback Zaplatkin.
- License to use subspace.
- The company "Web 1251" is registered ...
- Is there a license? - Colonel pushed his lips.
“I refuse to talk in that tone,” Zaplatkin dared. - If you do not want to issue an acceptance certificate, we will issue a refusal. The rest of the advance payment will be returned to you at any time.
A magical red book was presented under the nose of the director of the company Web 1251.
“Come on, blue,” said the colonel peacefully. “You tell us everything honestly and without noodles.” Then I close my eyes to the lack of a license. Otherwise, you have to drive to the country with us.
Sitting next to Andryusha smirked.
- To which cottage? - Zaplatkin did not understand.
“To testify.” And what did you think? Humor is so professional, ”the colonel explained. - Which option do you prefer?
Zaplatkin turned pale and locked himself in.
“I see, a reasonable person, I’ve guessed,” the colonel continued. - So, I ask the first question. What technical means do you use to download these ... works of art from the subspace?
Zaplatkin hesitated.
“I know everything,” said the colonel. - About this patient and the doctor. Interested in another: where do you get the lyrics from? Are you pulling from the patient, or what?
“From physiological cardiac sounds,” Zaplatkin broke.
- How did you find it?
- Nadenka ... That is, Nadezhda Vasilievna ... She somehow called and said: there is a patient with strange heart rhythms resembling a code, do you want to see? She, Nadia, that is, then wrote a dissertation. And now he writes, of course ... I was still interested in cryptography at the institute. In short, I was able to decipher the heart sounds using wavelet analysis, according to a finite number of spherical manifestations. Subsequently, the patient’s strong tones disappeared, but by then I had learned to intercept a weak signal in complex dynamics.
“And what,” Alexey Vitalyevich contemptuously dropped out, “downloaded the new Eugene Onegin from there or did he compose it?”
- From the subspace.
“What did you count on, man, don’t understand?” Suppose a patient has no relatives. But in the end, he will die or recover. Where then to download?
“You see,” the haggard Zaplatkin proceeded to explain. - In other patients whom Nadya allowed me to examine, I did not reveal anything like this. But this patient, Semenok, is not unique, obviously. I am sure that other patients also have signals, only unstable, it is difficult to decipher. Now I am working on a software that would decrypt signals from any person, even a healthy one. One person is enough, in principle. I am sure that the download comes from one source. Simply, the speed is not limitless: the more recipients, the greater the volume downloaded.
- Why did you give an announcement?
- First, I stuck with the new ending of "Eugene Onegin" in the publishing house, tried to explain. They made fun of me. Then he decided to advertise: what if one of the major investors is interested in it. Making money off - Web development is tight. It takes me a while to finish the program. It's about automatically detecting a signal from a subspace, you know? Now you have to manually enter the parameters.
“Investors are interested,” the Colonel frowned. - Ready to provide your program? Or do you prefer a summer cottage?
“Take whatever you want,” Zaplatkin whispered, crouching in the director's chair.
- Here are the frets. And now, be so kind as to call your friend to the hospital and arrange a date for tomorrow. I want to attend. Don't mention me, of course. Let's make a woman a surprise.
5.
- Hello, Seryozha. You’re kind of haggard today, ”said Nadezhda Vasilievna Zaplatkin. - Well, let's go ...
Colonel and Andryusha were waiting on the stairs at the entrance to the basement. After waiting, they blocked the road. The colonel presented a red scribe, with the words:
- Hello, Nadezhda Vasilievna. Literary supervision, Colonel Tregubov.
- What's the matter? - the deputy head doctor was surprised.
- Let's go to boxing. Not on the stairs to talk ?! He, ”the colonel nodded at Zaplatkin,“ will explain. ”
Nadezhda Vasilyevna looked at Zaplatkin, who was hiding her eyes, and understood.
- Come on.
The four of them passed the guard and went into the box with the sign "Seed Matvey Petrovich."
The patient rested on the bed without visible changes. His unshaven face was still striking with its meaningless spirituality, his mouth was ajar.
- Is this something related to subspace? - Tregubov nodded. - “Eugene Onegin” downloaded through it? Well, who am I asking?
“Through him,” Zaplatkin confirmed.
- Freak!
- I would still ask ...
Tregubov reluctantly turned to Nadezhda Vasilyevna.
- A need? Your accomplice is the development of a subspace in the absence of a license; you are an official crime. If you don’t start to cooperate. But no, in a couple of years you will become a saleswoman in a supermarket. How did you even think of letting this patient ... a computer man?
- A computer engineer was engaged in scientific work, at my personal request. Doctors treated.
- Do the bosses know?
Nadezhda Vasilievna said nothing.
- Well, how is the process going? Show me - demanded Tregubov.
Zatlatkin pulled out a laptop and stuck a patch with a wire to the patient's wrist. He turned on the phonocardiograph and demonstrated the workflow.
- Download!
- It's not that fast. Need to catch a signal.
- And we have nowhere to rush.
Zaplatkin, putting the laptop on his lap, began to select the parameters. Andryusha watched him, occasionally asking again. Nadezhda Vasilyevna leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest. Tregubov squeamishly considered the uncomplicated atmosphere of hospital boxing. And only Semenok Matvey Petrovich soared in bed over worldly vanity in his angelic equanimity.
“The download has gone,” Zaplatkin smiled.
- What shakes?
- I don’t know, I’ll google it now. And, of course, something from the Strugatsky.
“Not Eugene Onegin?”
“No, I downloaded it before,” Zaplatkin explained. - I have written to the file. Would you like a throw?
“No,” Tregubov muttered through clenched teeth.
- Continue? Downloading can take a decent amount of time.
“I don't see the need.” Andryusha, get the unit out.
Andrei pulled out a medical device with two flat contacts the size of a man’s palm.
- Why do you need a defibrillator? Asked Nadezhda Vasilyevna quickly. - What are you going to do?
“Not your concern.”
Nadezhda Vasilyevna looked up from the wall and blocked the patient.
“I forbid the use of a defibrillator without my consent.”
“Not required,” Tregubov muttered.
Nadezhda Vasilievna rushed to the exit, but Andryusha held her hand.
“Let me in or I will call the guard,” the deputy head cried out, trying to free herself.
Tregubov critically evaluated both the woman and Zaplatkin, who was eager to come to her aid.
- What, work is not expensive for you?
- The road. But the patient’s life is more expensive.
“Are we going to kill him?” This thing, instead of the barrel? Original, of course ... Andryusha, may you let her go.
- Why do you need a defibrillator? Asked Nadezhda Vasilyevna, straightening her dressing gown, but staying in place.
- Electric shock, why? A small discharge will not hurt him.
- What for???
“I want to ... influence the subspace.” That is, through the heart. If you can go along the road in one direction, then in the other, probably? What do you think?
- What does it mean to influence?
“Nadezhda Vasilievna, do not worry so much,” Andryusha interfered in the conversation. - From Sergey Evgenievich we received a code used by him for decryption. Injected a small script into the code. And set up the defibrillator accordingly. We hope that the change in the patient’s heart rate is the way back to subspace.
- Why do you need a road to subspace? - screamed Nadezhda Vasilievna.
- We hope to invert the base in the subspace so that the enemies do not take advantage of it. Replace the ones with zeros, and vice versa, it should work out. Theoretically, of course - no one has done this to us. If possible, the key to the subspace will be ours only.
“State interests,” Tregubov said firmly. - Monopoly on all information deposits in the Russian Federation. The subspace must belong to the homeland or to no one.
Zaplatkin tore his hands from his temples and asked:
- Do you intend to invert the canonical text of Eugene Onegin?
- His first.
“That's all, I can’t listen to this anymore,” the deputy head doctor was on the verge of hysteria. - Where are you from from Literary Supervision? I am sure you can transfer the patient to the Kremlin, to any other hospital, anywhere. Translate and do whatever you want with it, it does not concern me. And now I’ll ask you to leave the hospital box.
“Frets,” said Tregubov. - Now I will leave the hospital box. But then you will stop working in this hospital, I promise. For unlicensed development of state subspace. Choose. Or the patient will receive a small electric shock, or to the saleswomen. Well, your word ...
Zaplatkin laughed nervously:
- Nadenka, let them do what they want. Unless, of course, it hurts the patient. I beg you. With inversion, nothing will work, stupid undertaking. In the subspace some protection is provided - no fools did.
Nadezhda Vasilievna decided. With confident steps, she proceeded to the bed and listened to the patient's pulse. I picked up the defibrillator and carefully examined it. Checked the settings. I turned away the blanket and unzipped hospital pajamas on the patient’s chest. Pasted on the hairless chest of the Semenok disposable Velcro for defibrillation.
- One hit? - asked Tregubova.
“Enough,” he muttered.
Nadezhda Vasilievna turned on the device and forcefully pressed the electrodes into Semenok's chest, one higher and the other lower. The defibrillator emitted a characteristic click, the patient's body trembled a bit, charts danced on the laptop, message windows began to fall out.
Zaplatkin jumped to the laptop, began to scoop up the rubble:
- Minute ... Minute ...
“I did what you asked.” Now I ask you to release the treatment room, ”Nadezhda Vasilyevna hatedly said towards Tregubova.
- What is it? I don’t understand, ”Zaplatkin was surprised, not looking up from the laptop.
- What do not you understand? - Tregubov asked.
- Something was recorded. A lot of things, how much was enough disk. The disk is full. I have never seen such a powerful surge. In a couple of seconds, it’s practically decrypted. And now - nothing, empty. There is no signal. Look, what was recorded ... Well, this is Dostoevsky ... But I don’t know that ... Lermontov ... Gogol ... Oh, how interesting! Unknown poet of the 19th century. I don’t know that, at least. There is a poem in subspace, but it didn’t work out with a biography ... And here's another, you just look ...
There was movement behind the bent. Everyone turned around.
Seed Matvei Petrovich sat on the bed an angel in the flesh, lacking only a rainbow halo over his head. His open eyes, staring in surprise at those present, shone with an otherworldly brilliance. The patient extended a thin hand to those present and said in a weak voice after waking up:
“To be eight to twelve.” What can’t be eaten, men?
6 .
Andryusha presented a pass at the entrance and climbed to the second floor.
In the corridor, two were standing and talking, in suits.
“I re-read Tyutchev yesterday,” said the first. - What a philosophical subtext! How many I do not re-read, I do not get tired to be amazed.
“Tyutchev is a powerful lyricist,” assented the second. - Only a little amateur, and he understood it. Therefore, intolerance of public talk about his poetry. However, all the great poets were a little lovers ...
Andryusha reached Tregubov’s office and knocked.
- Permission, comrade general?
“Come in,” came a voice.
Tregubov was clearly out of sorts.
- Was in the hospital?
- Yes sir. The seed is recovering, is being written out soon.
- I'm about connecting.
- We tried to connect today, together with Sergey ... sorry, with Zaplatkin. Two hours puffed, nothing worked. But Semenok is ready to participate in experiments even after discharge. After the shift, of course: when not in the boiler room.
- Why didn’t it work?
- Zaplatkin says the subspace is empty. That is, the channel itself is connected correctly, but there are no texts at the other end of the connection. Are absent. Zaplatkin suggests: the subspace is empty after an information release into our reality, as a result of exposure to the defibrillator.
- The grounds?
“Don't you notice some oddities, Comrade General?”
- What kind of oddities?
- In the behavior. It seems that people have changed in the last month.
- You’re not digging there, Andryusha. People are always the same. They would like to read a good book and visit the conservatory. This is what I think. If, as you say, the release of these ... literary texts has passed here from the subspace, because our writers have to write some miraculous books last month, right?
“That's right, Comrade General.”
- Then everything is simple. Check how many writers have composed miracles over the past month. If there is a lot, then with the release it is the way it is, as Zaplatkin says. Got it?Go check the miracles for the last month.
- I will do my best.
- Here's another thing. Andrei, Homeland is in danger. Dan Brown wrote a new novel, worse than previous ones. The novel is going to be published in Russia. Do you imagine the circulation? Can you imagine how many new crippled souls will appear on the account of a graphomaniac? This cannot be allowed. We are here in order to supervise the literary process. Finish with miraculous works, take on Dan Brown. Literary poison should not penetrate the territory of our homeland. Better to re-publish Edgar Allan Poe, so hint them.
“Got it, Comrade General.”
- Free.
Andrei turned to leave.
- Wait.
Andryusha stopped.
“Did what I asked for as a personal favor?”
- Of course. I'm sorry, comrade general. Here, brought it. Zaplatkin printed a second copy for you.
Andryusha took out the canonical text “Eugene Onegin” from the package and handed it to Tregubov.
- You can go.
Leaving the office, Andryusha hurried to the exit. He expected to run to Lenin. Cherubina de Gabriac. It was not possible to google the Apollo magazine with its poems, but Leninka probably has a magazine.