– It's really Freudian.
– Oh, no. Freud, we'd be looking for a graveyard of sexual trauma in your soul. We're looking for motivation. That's more Jungian. Let's go, shall we?
– God be with you. What else you got in mind, I'd like to know.
– Don't worry, you'll live.
– All right, lie down. I'll supervise.
The scientist lay down in the rig, a mask was placed over his face, and additional pieces of instrumentation were placed on his body.
– It's clearly a long time coming, since you so clearly want to know everything about him....
– We can get your heart rate and blood pressure remotely.
– That's what I'm talking about. What are those suction cups with the gauges?
– It's to stimulate the body to react differently.
– All right. You scientists will come up with anything to calm and dull the vigilance. Just one multi-pronged global program to convince the whole world that you need constant medical treatment is worth it.
Ruthra laughed at what he had said. The rest of the scientists, who had been smiling modestly at first, laughed at what he had said.
– You should know that," said one of them at last, with courage.
– All right, I'm going down. Where are you throwing us out?
– Nowhere. You're staying right here in the building. As the patron told you, there will be a test of feeling in another body. That is, you will wake up in a virtual reality not as you, but as another person, in this case you will be our chief, and our chief will be you.
– Oh, I see the level. You're the chief, you're the patron. I am not so honored.
– Oh, come on. You have the most respect in the system.
– All right, let's go.
– Shall we turn it on?
– Let's turn it on. Just give me a second. I've got some work to do on my technique.
Rutra took out a regular ballpoint pen and wrote the time on his hand to the nearest second, and indicated the year as well. No one in the center wrote in the usual way. Everyone wrote their thoughts directly into Irene's memory, and she translated them into any format.
After checking the instruments and the scientist's condition readings, Ruthra lay down in the rig. After the manipulations, he felt the invisible waves affecting his brain and began to fall asleep. Rutra soon woke up, and only his being in the rig told him the alternative – either he was in the real world or in virtual reality. Otherwise, if Ruthra had appeared in a different setting, there was definitely no way he would have been able to determine that he was in the virtual world and would have been sure that everything was real. But now there were two factors that helped him make the right decision: the first was the setting, and the second was the presence or absence of a simple but ingenious inscription on his arm. He had never tried to figure out where he really was, whether he was in the virtual or in reality! He even beat himself with a stun gun, checked his blood after taking alcohol: in reality red blood cells stick together after taking alcohol, but in the virtual world they do not. But it did not work: in the virtual world a person could drink alcohol, become drunk there, but in the real world his blood would still be without alcohol. And if the same person takes and checks his blood in the virtual world, i.e. his "virtual" blood, it will naturally be the same as under the influence of alcohol. That's how it is. And here everything is simple: the main thing is to accustom yourself at the level of reflexes to constantly write and constantly check what you have written. Accordingly, if you don't see the writing, it means that you are in the virtual world.
