and was a household name.
– Maybe we should talk about this later. I don't have much time, to be honest," Ruthra tried to hint that he wasn't here for that.
– I'll make it quick. Believe me, it's important," Gabo said, and in his gaze, as in Ruzi's, Ruthra saw bitterness, sadness, and hope.
– Religions have been brought to Earth to preserve the "containers" from destruction. The aliens also claim to be able to covertly influence the human psyche.
– Something like this I've heard before and I think I've seen.
Ruthra thought, "And participated too."
– I understand from your story that the aliens were here and left after the conflict.
– Yeah. (chuckles)
– Is there documented evidence of this?
– This information is not provided to me, all documents are seized.
– In reality, could it be just a fiction?
– Fiction? And this? – he pointed to the saucer. – And the technology used?
– Perhaps humans invented it all, but in order to hide the true inventors, they came up with this legend," Ruthra explained his position.
– Look, touch me, I'm real," Gabo said with some indignation.
Ruthra smiled.
– I understand you, but you should also understand that what you say is very fantastic. Besides, I beg your pardon, and you, with a special imagination, can be mistaken for an extraterrestrial inhabitant.
– I see, and you too, and I believed Ruzi.
– I'm fine, I just don't understand what's required of me.
– Since you are here, you are a very important, influential, high-powered scientist. We want you to help us get free and use our achievements in commerce.
– I see. That's the whole point. I take it Lazar used everything for commercial purposes, too? By the way, what happened after his revelation?
– The story of Robert Lazar shook not only the ufological community, but also, due to its specificity, made a lot of noise among scientists and ordinary citizens.
– He wasn't afraid? This whole thing looks like a deliberate leak.
– About him divulging state secrets?
– Yeah. (chuckles)
– He was intimidated by the court, his car was shot at. An investigation was launched into the case. The people who worked with Lazar at Los Alamos were found.
– He worked at Los Alamos?
– Yes. The strangest thing I encountered was the complete absence of any documents to support the usual facts of Bob Lazar's biography. All the documents left in the apartment disappeared without a trace. The clinic, in whose archives a copy of Lazar's birth certificate was supposed to be kept. No trace. At school, at the University of California, at the Institute of Technology where Lazar studied and earned his degrees, it was impossible to find a man named Robert Scott Lazar. And Los Alamos National Laboratory officials at first denied that he worked for them. Only when the telephone directory of this closed institution was presented, where the list of employees included not only Robert Lazar's phone number, but also the building and office where he could once be found, did the lab management admit that Lazar had indeed worked for them "in a secondary position. It was more difficult to prove Lazar's involvement in the S4 facility, but there was confirmation. A receipt of tax payment in the United States is a serious document. And so the journalists were shown a receipt certifying that Robert Lazar, living in Las Vegas, had paid taxes in full on the salary paid to him by the Navy Board in 1989.
– All right," Ruthra interrupted him. – What was in the documents you claim were related to the aliens?
– About us being containers for souls. Religion was tailor-made for us.
– I've heard that somewhere before, too.
– Don't think it's trivial. Have you heard anything about the Yellow Book Project, which contains everything about our earthly religions and the one practiced by the aliens themselves?
– No, I don't.
– So, it is much more classified than everything else. But if our earthly religions have been sent down from above, it means that they are only the first initiation, the first step to the higher universal religion, which man has yet to join. It becomes clear why the "Yellow Book" is classified an order of magnitude higher than the technical secrets of flying disks. The authorities realized that they were dealing with a hellish machine capable of shattering the fragile stability of the modern world.
– I think I've encountered something like that too.
– If the agency allowed these classified materials to be released, then it must have had some even more fantastic purpose.
– All right! I understand you. Now listen to me. I'll go to Los Alamos, figure out how they can match the code to the signal encryption, come here, you demonstrate to me the sending of the signal to Russia with source concealment. Then I will get a reply from Russia that the signal was received and the system identified it as valid, but the source of sending cannot be determined. And if that is indeed the case, then I promise to get you and Ruzi freedom of movement in the United States. Unless, of course, the whole problem is what you've told me.
– You don't think that's enough?
– No, I just don't think it's such a big secret anymore. Military technology is, but this isn't.
– Is it?
Ruthra stared at Gabo, wondering if some of this was true, because he really believed it. Ruthra made a joke to lighten the mood, because he needed to make friends with the doctor.
– You're out of touch with life here, in Russia it's commonplace.
– What?
– Aliens.
– I always suspected you had a center like this. There's good reason to think so.
– Calm down, we go out early in the morning, especially after the holidays, there are so many aliens around, swaying, holding on to trees, the laws of gravity act differently on them.
– There you go again.
They both laughed and shook hands. As Rutra left, Gabo said to him: "I want to go to the sea." Rutra became convinced that this was a code phrase; either the sea was the peak of bliss for them, or they associated it with freedom. Probably the latter.
As he thought about what he had heard, he reached the administrator's compartment, who was in his quarters.
– Delighted? – He asked as soon as he saw Ruthra.
– Super," Rutra replied, smiling in his American way.
– You must be hungry, tired? – the administrator asked.
– Tired, yes, but not hungry.
