– This is no joke at all, friend," Ruthra said still sadly.

Such treatment in public made her believe that her fears were serious. Suddenly a chill ran through Iulia's body. It was observed visually. A thoughtful fear showed in Catherine's eyes. And an awareness of the general background of pressing thoughts and images swept through everyone's heads. They understood why such a grand and super-secret program was presented to them as an ordinary school experiment, albeit in a super-secret center, why the relationship was not strictly hierarchical, official, but friendly. All these secrecy, strictness, officialdom did not matter against the background of the global problem they wanted to solve. They involuntarily felt proud of themselves, of the responsibility entrusted to them, of the possibility to prevent a catastrophe, which, however, was very hard for them to believe. But the examples given – wars and catastrophes – were sobering.

– After all, there have been global natural disasters. No one warned about them. Few people believed in them. If man and modern civilization existed 60 million years ago – the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs would not have fallen? And the Yellowstone supervolcano explodes almost every 600,000 years. It's been 640,000 years since the last one. So why can't it explode tomorrow?

Iulia looked at Ruthra with a questioning look.

– The Yellowstone Caldera is a volcanic caldera. It's not one volcano, it's a large area – about 55 kilometers by 72 kilometers. Can you imagine? The power is so great that it's a threat to the existence of the United States. The world would enter a dark apocalyptic night. And nuclear war and on top of that, elements of chemical and bacteriological elements? These phenomena and events are quite real. People do not believe in them only because of the psychological effect of displacement. Displacement from the consciousness of the reality of the event, which we do not want to believe in as something absolutely terrible. After all, almost every day we see one or another marker of the tragically dead – from the cemetery and wreaths, photos, symbols of faith along the highways to monuments and holiday dates. Yet we continue to believe that death must pass us by.

– I want to see the baby," Iulia's voice sounded pitifully.

– Me too," Catherine said.

– I don't know how to explain it to you… I can't say that this is 100% bound to happen. But our experiment and the state of the world, all these cases, by the way, documented and recognized by all parties, say: everything is real. It is the events in that world. There, in the course of the experiment, I provided markers of verification. I purposely performed deeds, the influence of which on our world can be checked. Look: if the world is one step ahead of ours, then a weak event there can be reflected and amplified many times in ours, but only if there is a direct connection.

– How is that a direct connection? – Andrian asked the question for everyone.

– A direct connection is when an event is not correlated, that is, does not propagate between worlds. Agree, if there are many worlds, why only we should be affected by an event there.

– Wait, wait, wait. What about this? How do multiple worlds interact at once? – Catherine had already beaten Andrian to the punch with her question.

– Here we go. If there is a radio program on the air, is it transmitted only to your radio receiver? If the Sun is shining, a star is emitting radiation, or relic radiation from the universe, it's not just going to the Earth. Isn't it?

– Yeah, but that's life.

– Look what's happening! – again, IuLia's emotions brought everyone back to watching the events in the distant world, but the brain, consciousness, psychology could not understand it logically.

Although it was like a live TV program, the consciousness could not adequately inspire its own belief in the reality of it. To realize that you were seeing a real other world, and even a person there, in whom the consciousness of a person whose body was lying in the next room, was beyond logical comprehension. Perhaps the first live broadcast was perceived that way. And not necessarily even the first one, but some very significant one, which was also perceived with doubt in its reality. With doubt and a question: how is it that what is happening there, on the Moon, we see and hear here? Yet it was a reality.

YatSan was racing against the oncoming traffic. Chasing after her turned the street traffic into a game of Tetris. She wasn't running away, but flirting. That will jump to the flowerbed, then a steep turn will go in the "right" direction, then, turning around, "skip" on the cars, or make a fuss on the sidewalks. It was a tragic comedy, but without casualties or laughter. It came to the "finish line", several cars behind collided, it caused a mess. Catherine gasped.

– No casualties," Irene commented.

– How do you know?

– They're all chipped, connected to NaRiKa, and YatSan has direct priority access to it. I get my data from her. She checks it herself, worries. Probably didn't see this scenario coming.

– Look what she's doing! Ouch!" cried Julia.

The overpass crossed the Kremlin wall in the place where the mausoleum should be located. There was a guard post at the crossing, and the crossing itself was like a pyramid with a tunnel in the form of an all-seeing eye. YatSan ran like a cheetah. She jumped onto the right rib of the pyramid, which was smooth, ran upwards, and after reaching the top, flew forward like a springboard. It was a sight not for the faint of heart. Even Ruthra's hair rose on her arms. Everyone watched with bated breath, and the holographic field, which covered at least 10 square meters, transmitted the images as an effect of presence.

– Don't worry too much," Irene suddenly said in everyone's head. – She's in constant contact with the president.

– With the president? – Catherine asked.

– That's her husband there," Iulia explained.

They smiled at each other.

– He scolds her. Apparently, it's not the first time this has happened," Irene said.

– Maybe it's not our YatSan after all? – IuLia expressed her doubts.

– How do we get a signal then? – Andrian said.

– Bingo," the scientist added.