easiest way to open electronic locks is safe. These are the most primitive castles in the world. Password protection does not give anything and is cracked, like seeds without problems.
«Yes, you are a hereditary safe cracker, and still competent people have not become interested in you?»
– Nobody just knows me, all those who are interested in hacking truly by handwriting recognize only bear cubs. If I opened with a dozen safes, my handwriting would be fixed by those who follow the competition in their skill.
– And how are bear cubs different from each other?
– Some people open the safes by drilling the necessary holes on the lock cover and open the lock there with master keys. Others select passwords by electronic devices, and calmly typing the password, open the safe. But all this takes time. I open the safe, spending a minimum of time with sets of magnets and tools inherited from descendants from time immemorial. For example, – But Igor could not finish, Viktor Ivanovich suddenly entered the site.
– Ah, here you are? It’s good that we haven’t gone far. Go to the bureau immediately. There is an emergency situation with a milling machine, programmers got tired somewhere, we need to figure it out. And we went to the workshop to the milling machine to undo the clamp. The reason was not serious. The programmer mixed up the tolerances and, finding out what was the matter, we quickly fixed the program. The machine worked correctly, and the parts went one on one precisely according to technology…
At the end of the week Igor invited me to visit him on Saturday. It was Friday the end of the day. And I got tired and got into the subway car and left in my direction, Igor went to the opposite subway platform. I got home after 45 minutes and dinner, warming up in the microwave, cooked by my mother, who was already sleeping in her room, started eating with appetite. Having washed down with tea with milk he wandered into the bathroom. Of the last forces, I wanted to sleep so much, I took a shower, which encouraged me. The dream retreated somewhere, and I decided to «leaf through» the mail in my laptop. I was interested in earning there, and my requests to Google received a lot of offers that grew snowball every day and everything, like a carbon copy, were dummies, twisting and refining only to sell a profitable methodology. Having convinced myself of the frivolity of the proposals, I deleted all the letters from my mail, and decided that tomorrow I would meet Igor and that I had to get enough sleep, I went to bed…
Chapter 2
Even the snow had not fallen, but the frosty day tickled the cheeks with the wind. Igor’s house used to be on the outskirts of the city in an old mansion of a three-story building, but now it’s almost the city center. Igor told me how to find him, said that the whole mansion once belonged to his ancestors, but after the revolution they were moved to the second floor, and the third and first were transferred to the city authorities…
On the street named after the famous pilot Chkalov stood this house where Igor lived. Nearby was the university named after T.G. Shevchenko. The architecture of the house was striking in its distinctive appearance from the new buildings surrounding the mansion of houses. This three-story house was built of red and durable brick in the style of the castle in miniature. A steep brick staircase led to the second floor, and the first was located in the basement. Residents of the third floor passed through the second floor by a flight of stairs inside the building. I went up to the door and rang the bell. Igor revealed to me.
– Come in, here are the slippers and go straight to the kitchen. – He greeted me warmly.
– Thanks Igor.
I took off my shoes and walked into his kitchen in slippers. On the table was a bottle of Cabernet red wine from the Koblevo plant and two plates of fried eggs.
– Do you live alone? I asked.
– Yes, my grandfather and grandmother died long ago, leaving me this apartment. Mother lives separately with her unsuccessful marriages, I grew up with my grandfather and grandmother without a father who does not want to know me at all. So in childhood I always fiddled with locks, to the joy of my grandfather, and my grandmother told me such wonderful tales that I have never found in any library anywhere.
– Yes, you have an interesting life.
– Yes, I wanted to tell you and show you amazing master key devices that work on an unconventional property of energy. These devices are designed so that energy it concentrates on the ends of the pick teeth and the resulting attractive force pulls the lock mechanics to the open position.
– This is not likely! I exclaimed. «And it just can’t be like that, I can’t believe it.»
– Maybe. This energy accumulates the anti-gravity component, and the lock mechanism freezes as if in zero gravity. Then another skeleton key creates a magnetic component and the lock opens as if by itself, regardless of whether it is password protected or not, since when the antigravity function is working, the electronics are blocked and stop working.
With these words, he removed from the cabinet a set of metal skeleton keys with shiny polished balls at the ends of the holders.
– Manipulators are hidden in these balls, they are able to extract energy from the ether and turn it into what I told you.
– Incredible Igor?
– This went to my grandfather from his antediluvian great-grandfather. These master keys work wonders. There is no such ultra-modern castle that they could not open.
«Have you tried to patent these master keys?»
– That I was declared crazy and locked up in a psychiatric hospital?
– Yes, well, then. I handed out, not quite yet realizing what else would follow.
– Come on, Valentine, drink for an acquaintance and seal our friendship with this beautiful wine. – With these words, Igor uncorked the bottle, poured it into the glasses, sparkling like a ruby of wine, and we drank it, having a bite of fried eggs.
«I still have wonderful Arabica coffee beans.» Now I dare and brew a strong drink, and then I will show you my real apartments, which I inherited.
– Yes, these are some kind of fabulous visions and tales that I want to believe in.
– Believe me, this knowledge, and the embodiment of this knowledge carefully conceals the powers that be. For the fact that you can draw electricity from the ether just undermines for free their dominion over the world.
– Yes, who are you, Igor Yuryevich?
– My grandfather told me a lot of things about the super civilization that was destroyed by a global catastrophe, and how my ancestors managed to escape and then survive among the darkness that followed the flood. I will show you all this and you will see it with my own eyes.
Igor poured coffee into cups, the smell of a strong drink spread throughout the kitchen, and the drink was invigorated by its refined and sophisticated beauty, which creates a consciousness aggravated by vigor.
– Let’s go to my real apartment, I will tell you about what is inaccessible to others.
He led me to the wall, on which hung a portrait of his grandfather,
