Binary code Mystery number two. Artur Zadikyan
of the FSB, he decided to run away.
– So why were they killed if they were so needed?
– You don't know about the Alikhanov program of doppelgangers and copying the non-physical content of the brain.
Rutra could barely keep from showing surprise, she also "finished" Rutra by saying:
– They themselves created the monster that ate them.
A shiver ran through Ruthra's body. She continued to surprise him, as if Rutra were her good friend and more than that, her accomplice.
– I brought you here because the rig is jamming all the signals. I'm working here, trying to recreate the rig from the blueprints my dad memorized.
– What about him? – Ruthra asked, thinking at that moment that Isa was involved, or else it was a provocation, only with a ghostly purpose, though the "scan" of Ruzi's pupils showed no lie.
– Op died," Rousey replied sadly.
– What, too?
– No, that's what I call it, he had a heart attack, he was driven to it by the system. I was tricked into coming here and they won't let me out. I can see my family. There is everything here – cinema, cafes, theater, stadium and much more. But I can't go outside the perimeter until I've done all the installation.
– Strange, why not a cooperative arrangement?
– Which one? Alikhanov refused to finish, and if he did anything, it was with deceit and cunning. They even killed his wife, so he only pretended to cooperate.
Ruthra tried to contact Isa, she didn't answer. Could this really be an isolation room?
– How did you get here, why do you trust me?
– You're from Russia, and I was told you were working with Alikhanov. Besides, I don't care anymore, I'm in prison, I can only escape at the risk of my life. I didn't want to become a military man, although since childhood I was constantly with my father in secret laboratories. At that time I didn't understand why they let me in. I was a journalism major. Let's go to the mess hall and I'll tell you my story and what's going on here. If I open my eyes wide, it means we can't talk about it. We'll talk openly when we get back here.
They got out and walked in a different direction, soon reaching the dining room, which looked like a fancy restaurant – with fountains, a waterfall, and wildlife elements, including animals and birds.
– When I lived in the Soviet Union, I, probably like everyone else, was alarmed to hear and read information about the US military bases, with which they literally filled the whole world.
One day several men in civilian clothes, of strange appearance and skin color, came to visit my father. At that time I did not yet know that it was professional. They talked briefly, and after almost twenty-four hours we prepared to move. I realized later that my father had been warned, prepared for this. A trailer came to pick us up, we loaded everything we thought was precious to us, and off we went. I didn't know where we were being taken. After a few dozen miles, we noticed that there was no one on the road but us – a thin ribbon of winding highway, bare mountains, lifeless Mojave Desert. Suddenly we saw a modest, ordinary sign, and we didn't immediately realize that we were speeding along the range, that we were being driven to the very same Edwards Air Force Base where the shuttles usually landed. I began to realize what was happening. It was quite enough for me to imagine that we were quite close to mysterious, menacing, and super-secret places, although the sky above us was somehow particularly desolate and quiet, like the Mojave. Probably because passenger airliners are forbidden to fly over Air Force bases. But getting to Area 51 was more interesting. Extraterrestrial Highway – Extraterrestrial Highway (or Alien Highway) is the official name given by jokers or enterprising businessmen to the road running along the northern border of the Nellis test site. As we approach the symbolic gates of the secret base, there are the same warning signs as at Edwards Proving Ground, and the same strict prohibitions on photography and filming, although there is nothing around but mountains and sun-scorched desert. Our base, now "our" to me, is in the center of the test site. This is the largest test site in the United States. During the day the approaches to Zone-51 – in physical space – are patrolled by special military units fur seals, these are "Navy SEALs" on white Jeeps "Cherokee", at night – by black helicopters with searchlights. Camouflaged security cameras, motion and heat radiation detectors and warning shields are installed around the perimeter of the base. No signs of life within a 100 kilometer radius.
She recounted it like a fascinating incident before a tragedy. It literally "screamed" from the tone of the story. Ruthra knew all this, and did not want to interrupt her. She probably wanted to pour her heart out to someone. "The locals weren't interested.
– Zone-51, measuring 35 by 40 kilometers (aka Dreamland, Box, Ranch), is framed by mountain ranges 1,500 meters high at the absolutely smooth bottom of the dried-up salt lake Groom Lake. To see at least from afar, even a piece of what Google Earth so generously showed, the curious, risking their heads, climbed to the tops of the mountains. But even this amusement is over. With the permission of the government, Zone-51 "privatized" the territories surrounding it. Civilian airplanes are also banned from flying over it due to the nuclear tests conducted here. During the day, there is a sepulchral silence on and above the base, one even gets the impression that the facility has been abandoned for a long time. But as soon as night falls on the ground, glowing dots soar into the sky, and they do not behave like normal airplanes. In general, everything is like in a good thriller. And then the science fiction begins.
A waitress brought them food as special visitors. Despite the strict secrecy of the place, Ruthra had seen that it was a place where they tried to make it as comfortable as possible. "It's obviously necessary to keep from going crazy," he thought. Ruzi, reluctant to eat, continued her story:
– Once I was enthusiastic about everything mysterious and unknown, including "flying saucers", collected all possible information about them, using a journalist's crust, met with leading domestic ufologists and contactors. But with time there was a skeptical attitude, as to something not respectable and not serious. Although once already here in Los Angeles, I saw with my own eyes in the sky at 3 a.m. something clearly "unidentified" – a bright plasma clot hovering above the horizon. While I was trying to figure out what it was, it jerked out of place, turned at a right angle and disappeared from view in a flash. But, touching on this topic, it is impossible to avoid UFOs, because it is here, it is on them all and twisted. Now, of course, it is difficult to surprise me.
"Of course," thought Ruthra, "after saying that, who's going to let you out? He knew very well why. For for many decades Area-51 had been one of the most mysterious sites on Earth, surrounded by many legends and speculations, guesses and assumptions that the U.S. government had been reluctant to shed light on, which only made them more intriguing. For example, there are persistent rumors that here are being developed and tested the most modern aircraft, created on the basis of technology extracted from aliens. And one of them is the F-117A, developed by the Stealth program (production of aircraft that are not visible to radar systems). The word stealth in translation means "cunning", "subterfuge". This version is to some extent indirectly confirmed by the fact that the work related to the "invisible" aircraft of this class was carried out under the top-secret project Have Blue, and the word blue in the U.S. Air Force is a code designation for communication with UFOs. Naturally, those who need it want it to remain a rumor.
– At first, when I was just getting into this topic, I didn't think it would come to this. You know, a lot of people think that everything is calm, that it's all a joke. Many people get carried away and overstep the boundaries, but the invisible eye is watching, not slumbering. I also got carried away, collected and systematized eyewitness stories. You can believe in eyewitness stories or not, but they are there. I will try to organize in chronological sequence all the key points of testimonies related to this topic, without, of course, being responsible for their reliability. I am a journalist at heart and here I do not stop conducting my investigation. The thing is that here in one department do not know what they do in another. My father started to wonder about what really happens here. He wanted to understand why they were installing Alikhanov. In one of the documents, not known how extracted by him, with the label Top Secret/Majic under