– What's really going on here?

– I don't know exactly, but all these technologies exist, but exactly who created them is not known. For example, if I fail at something, I get some scientific bureau to help me, but the result is the same, because the task at hand is from the realm of fantasy. In the end, the problem is solved, the invention or discovery appears, but who the author – is not known. You need to find Gabo.

– Why?

– He was working with Dennis.

– Who is he?

– His real name is Bob Lazar, he worked here, then fell into disgrace like Alikhanov, started talking a lot, claimed he couldn't keep quiet about what he saw, in the name of humanity.

– I meant who Gabo is, and in general, you know, the purpose of my visit is quite real, earthly. If it helps me in my task, I will find Lazar.

– It'll help, believe me. Your task will seem elementary once you know what they can do here. Decrypting and hiding a signal is elementary, it can be sent from space.

– And the encryption?

– Go to Livermore Labs, get an answer.

– Tell me what you know about this Lazarus.

– This is where Bob Lazar was assigned to S4. From December 1988 to April 1989, he headed the physical branch of the S4 facility. Upon arrival, Lazar found over a hundred manuals on his new desk in blue folders with information about aliens and alien technology. There were black and white photos of dead aliens, as well as medical reports of their autopsies. There were also photos of living aliens labeled "extraterrestrial biological entity" in the folders. In fact, S4 is a four-level underground ufological laboratory, the core of Area-51 and the biggest secret of the U.S. government. On September 29, 1995, President Clinton signed a special executive order on the special status of Area-51. He said: "It is of vital importance to the United States that classified information about this base not become public."

Rutra understood it from a different perspective. To this day, Area-51 is where the world's most technologically advanced airplanes are tested. In addition to the veteran F-117A, which is being retired, the Lockheed U-2, the Blackbird SR-71, the B-2 stealth bomber, the mysterious Aurora project, and others were developed here.

Ruzi was obsessed with something else. She wouldn't stop.

– Everyone I've talked to claims that all the super-secret inventions could only come into existence due to the activities of the ufological laboratory of the S4 facility, that is, due to the use of alien technology.

– That's it? – Ruthra asked with slight displeasure.

– Everything," she replied guiltily and resentfully.

Then, looking at Ruthra hopefully, she said, eyes wide:

– Find Gabo in the spatial metrology bay.

Ruthra understood everything. Lunch was over. They got up and walked back, she went into her compartment, Rutra went to the nearest scoreboard. In parting she said: "I want to go to the sea." Ruthra realized it was a request and a hint, nodded to her, turned around, looked for the space metrology bay on the schematic. He followed the laser line down the wizened corridors and floors. It was very interesting if someone walked toward him. Because of his inexperience, Ruthra often failed to see them in time and was constantly bumping into them.

Ruthra finally found the bay, the badge blinked, signaling no access. A voice came over the speaker of the clearance system:

– Who are you?

– I'm here at Ruzi's request," Ruthra explained and introduced himself. – You can call me Dr. Rutra.

A few seconds later, the door opened. Behind the door, a man sat on a special device. He was an invalid, just as Ruzi had warned. He had something that looked like an outgrowth instead of legs. He had probably had polio as a child.

– I'm Dr. Gabo," he introduced himself, while looking intently at Rutra, "pausing" to study his eyes, then opening his own wide.

Ruthra realized what this was all about.

– Come in, just call me Gabo. Come with me.

He, sitting on something that looked like a cushion, pressed a button on a key fob that hung from his belt, the "cushion" moved it to the side, no leverage or hydraulics. It was a magnetic cushion rig, it literally floated in the air. Gabo pressed another button and "flew" forward.

– It's convenient with the button, you know exactly what you thought and duplicate it physically," he commented on the process, realizing that for someone who is allowed into such "holy of holies", it's backward technology.

Ruthra followed him. Soon they were in a room as empty and mirrored as all the corridors. Gabo pulled an object from his pocket that looked like a flashlight and inserted it into a hole in the floor. What happened next prompted Rutru to think that there was something else that could surprise him. Light "poured" from the flashlight, there was no other way to explain it. The blue light slowly began to illuminate and envelope Rutru and Gabo in a "dome". Soon the mirrored walls were no longer visible and neither were the floor and ceiling. They were inside the sphere.