Book-5. Troyan horse, novella. V. Speys
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Yes, it turns out that way! But this is for me this does not exist, but for me in the past exist, otherwise there would be no past. And so it is connected all the past, present and future.
– Sorry, friend, but why do we not know what will happen in the future?
– Because we come from the past. And this is the explanation. So, as we live in a world of particles slow rotations.
– So, if we lived in a world of accelerating particles, we would know what needs to happen to us.
Well, this cannot be, because the energy is consumed, and this leads to slowing down the process.
– Here, Leon, I disagree with you. But what about the Law of Conservation of Energy, Lomonosov still open?
– It turns out that the energy that supports the speed of rotation, i.e. the time flows from the future into the past, where the speed of the particles larger and thus supports large speed particles. The future, as it energizes the past and the Law of Conservation of Energy is not violated.
– Wow! I do not even own, somehow! Yes, my friend, it is necessary to digest.
– That’s what I’m thinking, and if we do not create such utter a time machine and look at the thing in the past or the future.
Without noticing blatant irony in the words of Peter Sobinov, Leonid seriously said thoughtfully:
To do this we must learn to artificially change the speed of the particles. Slowing down, we find ourselves in the future, accelerating in the past.
– Let’s say we are – changing the irony of participation, Peter began – dwell in a certain unit, being in their present time. A surveillance with slower speeds of particles, in the future, and translates us what is happening there.
No, it does not happen! First, we will not have any connection with the device.
– Why?
– Because the speed of the particles are different. Observing the machine simply disappear in the future.
– So, Leon, the observer should set a timer for timing stay.
– We will think about it.
From a fascinating conversation distracted friends knock on the door of the ward.
– Yes, go! – Said Leonid.
At the door, there was a pretty nurse in a white coat and a white cap.
– Well, for this procedure! – Strictly she ordered, in a voice that brooked no argument. It was clear that she was reprimanded for being late charges from professors, friends attending.
– Laboratory and tired of waiting for the doctor. You are not alone with me! – Nervously slammed the door, she went knocking on his heels echoing corridor floor.
Violate- order principle does not go to the set of footwear. – Leonid muttered, picking up towels procedures.
– But what line highlights heels legs, especially for you, Leon is not married, she tries, and you zero in the phase!
– I do not want me too, like you, throwing oranges prematurely. – Referring to the wife of Peter, said Leonid.
Chapter 2
Method professor Kouena “Recovery of organisms living beings, including man, from lethal doses of radiation effects”, developed in secret laboratories of the Pentagon, and, of course, knew about this method in Russia. The method consists in the fact that man was placed in a pressure chamber containing a mixture of anti- radiation in the air ions. Breathing this cocktail, a mixture of anti- radiation and oxygen ions, the neutralization of radionuclides in the human body and turn them into neutral slags which are subsequently excreted. To do this, various methods have been developed and varied diet. The guarantee was a wholly- owned. Man cured completely, and transferred stress from heavy radiation exposure, whipped body to use hidden resources. Recovered patients were turned into youthful people with no further signs of aging. Nature, as it were solidified at a constant age and for many years surprised the others are recovered and their loved ones of their flowering, prolonged youth. Thus, the method Kouena saved any one human life. Procedures in the chamber always ended in the steam room, where patients had good sweat. For this tea party was arranged plenty of tea with special additives excreted from the body toxins.
Sitting in a sauna, wrapped in wet sheets, friends continued to talk about the nature of the universe. Between the arguments about the structure of the atom and temporary anomalies Sobinov suddenly asked: – Why Alexei, well, remember there on Patroclus, you called Dima?
– That was when our connection with the Earth? Yes, I remember!
After all, he does not suffer another senile forgetfulness, it is unlikely that sclerotic?
Well, you say it! His closest and would not let a guide to responsible spaceflight.
Yes, it’s true. Well, after all?
– I honestly do not really like it. And more so, think about it.
– Hey, who am I to you, a friend or just a friend? – Not asked Peter.
Sobinov not extremely courteous. Peter used to prolong space flights, as the commander of the ship, and to the absolute power over the crew, under an hour, it depended on many people’s lives, how he would act in the most difficult situations that arise in space, has left, his distinctive, mark in character. He was able to insist on the issue and always pulled for him interesting information with anyone, regardless of rank, man, like a rusty nail pliers made from oak planks. But his curiosity has never known boundaries and saying “Curiosity is not a vice, but a large disgusting” people do not come up about him. This much was this person.
– Well, after all? – Insisted friend.
– I never, who did not speak about it. I try to forget and do not remember ever. But Garinov appointed head of operations. And his presence in my work is another reminder of this unpleasant incident, which occurred at a time when I started my career astronaut.
Leonid paused, deep in thought. Then he took a cup of tea, slowly raised it to his lips and took a sip, and slowly put it on the table. The aroma coming from the tea filled sauna, and this flavor, and, from a leisurely Lena’s story, curiosity flared in the eyes of Peter, like charcoal in the sauna. Meanwhile Krazimov continued:
– I had a friend, Dima, Dmitry Garinov, son Alexei. We met with him in the entrance examinations to the University at the Faculty of space navigation. Proud was a man. I remember the entrance exam in math, the teacher wrote on the blackboard with chalk puzzle, saying this:
“Who does not want to take oral Well, now written admission by ticket, solve the problem and” excellent “you provided. And for both exams at once”
I remember Dimka raised his hand and said:
“Yes, I know how to solve this problem” – the teacher called him to the board.