Binary code Mystery number two

– Robert Lazar was assigned to Area-51 for research, and then to an even more classified location, here in S4. Had you heard anything about her before? – he asked abruptly.

– How on earth could I have ended up here? Before Lazar was in the media, Soviet satellites photographed Area 51 and S4 three times a month. After Lazar spoke on television about the ongoing projects in S4, the Soviets began photographing the dry lake area almost daily. The initial Soviet interest in this area in Nevada was sparked by information about the Stealth and SR71 projects underway in Area-51.

– Understandable, but factual – the alien technology was researched and implemented in S4, not there.

– What did you do directly with Lazar?

– I helped him at the time, everything I know I know from his words.

– Which is what?

– Here scientists were engaged not only in physical and technical research, but also familiarized themselves with various aspects of everything that concerns aliens from outer space. According to Lazar, evolution on Earth has been controlled by aliens for many millennia, and for the past 15 years there has been a direct exchange of technology between them and the S4 scientists.

A quiet beeping sounded in the room.

– Come on, time's up," Gabo said fearfully. – I'll show you something. You don't need a pass, I'm the boss. Then we'll come back and talk about what must not be known.

– You don't know me at all. Are you recruiting me? – Ruthra asked, surprised at this trust in him.

– You worked with Alikhanov, that's enough," he replied calmly and confidently, turned off the flashlight, then "flew" into the next corridor.

Ruthra followed him. Soon they were in front of the doors, behind which the guide claimed was the underground complex that held the most secret of all. They went down there, entering the compartment itself. It was interesting, among other things, to watch the movement on Gabo's rig. Watching it, involuntarily his stories no longer seemed so fantastic.

– Look… what's in here. Can you imagine this? – he asked Rutra as soon as they crossed the threshold.

In the center of the huge hangar was something that could really be mistaken for what everyone called a "flying saucer". Ruthra was used to it, so he wasn't even surprised. He decided to see if it was an experiment or a real working model.

– This is the 'saucer' that was available to Lazar for research," Rutre Gabo introduced it.

– Have you been working on it?

– This place is called the Gravitational Systems Laboratory, Lazar's primary workplace, where he was paired with a scientist named Barry Castillo. The Galileo project Lazar was involved in was to study the physics and mechanics of the saucer's propulsion system. His attention was also attracted to the Sidekick and Looking Glass projects, as they addressed the problems of gravitational forces. The former was devoted to research on beam weapons, and the latter to all observed anomalous gravitational effects.

Ruthra had a doubt about that; he knew too much and in too much detail, all from the words of a certain mythical Lazar.

– What is the gist of it all, why are you telling me this, what is the secrecy of the story presented in parts? – Ruthra asked, pointing sideways, alluding to the part of the story in the Lightroom and here.

– Didn't you talk to Ruzi?

– Saying.

– Then listen up.

"Perhaps the semantic climax is ahead of us," Ruthra thought, and decided to listen to the whole story.

– Such observed UFO phenomena as instant disappearance, rotations at almost impossible angles, changes in shape and color, occur due to distortion of space around the UFO. A sort of "gravitational bubble" is formed, containing the saucer inside. In this mode of operation, it can become invisible to an outside observer, although it will still be in the same place.

Ruthra's hair stood on end as she heard the explanation, excitement surging like a tornado.

– Wait, wait, I saw something like that the other day. What about the light? Why do we see what's behind the object?

– The light coming from the object behind the "flying saucer" will go to the observer not in a straight line, but bypassing the "bubble", giving the person the illusion that there is nothing between him and the object.

– I see. What else? – Ruthra asked, hoping to learn something else "close" to his interests.

The last questions changed the expression on Gabo's face. He could clearly see that he was pleased at Rutra's interest. He went on with great enthusiasm.

There was something behind it all, but Ruthra couldn't make it out yet. He and Gabo walked a little farther into the compartment, to where the work was being done. There Gabo continued his explanation.

– Soviet scientists also took part in the project. One of them was Alikhanov. He was the first to come to a conclusion about the energy source for the plates. Immediately after this discovery, the Soviet scientists were kicked out of S4.

– So why were they kicked out?

– I don't know, even I have limited access to all the information.

– Who knows?

– I don't know, I thought that's why you were here.

– I told you why I'm here.

– I'm sorry, we both understand the structure we work in, your legend is too simple.

– That's funny. Go ahead.

– Someone wanted to know their secrets. Do you understand me? To have power over the world. A world government, a new world order. Do you understand?

– I've heard that, too. Everyone here seems to be concerned about it. You're telling me this responsibly, as a scientist? I'm sorry, your story is too fantastic. Could it be some top-secret service posing as aliens? Did you see them yourself?

– Not by sight itself, only by cause and effect. You will not deny the existence of the Sun if you see only its light, will you? There's no such thing as an effect without a cause. The alien equipment and technology was left at the base, which scientists have since investigated on their own, trying to understand and recreate them under Earth conditions. Some of the results of regenerative engineering are the basis for scientific and technological advances, especially in the military field, what we're doing now. They are very pale, albino, with little or no hair cover, and the skin is almost transparent, with the entire subcutaneous circulatory system visible through it. The organs of hearing have virtually no ear buds. This gave reason to say that aliens communicate telepathically.

Ruthra remembered the "alien" on the "last frontier" and the "polygon-style" mental communication.

– In fact, they may simply use a higher sound frequency than humans. For more evolved beings, this makes sense: the higher the frequency, the more information can be transmitted per unit of time. Perhaps they have a chip in their brain. By the way, does that mean anything to you? You are familiar with it, aren't you? – Gabo asked, looking suspiciously at Rutra.

Ruthra smiled in response.

– Did you see them? – Ruthra asked a second time, also looking at the doctor suspiciously.

– No," Gabo replied without a shadow of embarrassment.

– Don't you think your friend has an overactive imagination? Maybe it was those kind of people.

– People like that? What kind of people? What was done to them, why hide them?

Ruthra looked at the scientist from a different angle: an invalid, locked in here, constantly communicating with his imaginary peers, living under the strictest regime of secrecy and non-disclosure, where the next cubicle was no less of a secret than the one on the other side of the world. All of this left an indelible imprint on the worldview. There may have been aliens, though. Why not? Why is it assumed that if they were real, everyone should know about it. Naturally, it would be a secret, more secret than anything else. All the more so if the power in the land of the powerful depended on them. After all that had been said, their existence was not so implausible to Ruthra. Most likely something existed, but not quite what the stories said. At least their "spirit" was in the air here, like atmospheric pressure, whose degree we cannot know without instruments, but whose rise and fall we can feel.

Despite his fatigue, Ruthra decided to listen.

– I'm listening to you, very interesting.

– So, according to the information given by these, as you called, "such people", they completely control and correct human evolution, directing it in the direction they want. They consider a human being only as a genetic container, that's roughly what they call it. The main tool of the aliens in changing DNA is a virus, as it is the only organism capable of transmitting a new genetic code to humans.

Ruthra wanted to say that he had heard that, but decided to keep quiet. Apparently, this topic had been discussed many times here 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. I ate in your dining room, thank you.

– How are the results of the scientific endeavor?

– Well, not really.

– I see, they must have messed you up with their aliens. It is because of them, scientists, all this nonsense has become a cult. They are people of science, and their opinion is listened to as an expert. From time to time they try to make a sensation, leaving, so to speak, from scientific work to show business.

– I want to come back soon and try one experiment.

– What's that? It's a restricted facility.

– No more than what's in the contract.

– And yet? I mean, it's got to be documented, accounted for.

– Long-range signal transmission using a reflector. Perhaps an extraterrestrial reflector, somewhere in orbit, or even further away.

– I see you're infected. Everyone here gets infected, then they get delusional. The technology that's official for civilians is a notch or two below what we have. Otherwise, how do you run a society? You probably know that, since you're here.

"Yes, it's very familiar to me," thought Ruthra.

– Yes, I realize that, but everything else I've already checked, it's still like this.

– Okay, no problem.

They said their goodbyes, Rutra was escorted to the capsule conduit, and he left for the base below the airport.

Chapter 3: Recognize me as a god or I'll die

Upon arrival in Denver, Rutra showered, ate, and contacted Hent via encrypted video link. It was morning in Russia, and Hent was fresh and dressed. The admiral's uniform looked great on him.

– Good morning," Ruthra greeted.

– Good evening," Hent replied with a smile. – How are you?

– It's mind-boggling, especially these ones from the 'zone'.

– Don't listen to them too much, they're all aliens. Don't trust them. They can be so brainwashed, but the goal will be completely different; there are many people there who are from Russia, – Hent smiled in his manner, with a serious face. – You must have met the daughter of that scientist, Alikhanov's friend?

– Yeah. (chuckles)

– What did she tell you?

– Told Lazarus about it.

– Oh, that obsessed man who didn't know anything and spread such nonsense all over the world.

– Is this all bullshit?

– Look, if you're not tired, I've got some time. I worked my youth, interned at this facility with Lazar. Just like you did at the firing range.

Ruthra raised his eyebrows upward in amazement.

– Surprised?

– I don't know what to be surprised about or how to react anymore. I wouldn't be surprised if alien contact is real, or at least has been.

– Look, I need you to be factual. I was in the process of transitioning from Echelon 1 to Echelon 2, so I was doing assignments for two organizations at once. I had to be in close contact with the entire scientific community, especially the young ones, for future endeavors. It was my duty to keep an eye on the cases, to follow their activities, to plant information from time to time and to control the development of events. That's why I know a lot of things from Bob's own mouth, he told me a lot of things, shared his impressions. He was a fantasist by nature, and we needed one. If you know what I mean, that's the kind of guy we have in our closed F Division. They're the only ones who can do what they imagine. You get the idea?

– Yeah. (chuckles)

– Before the zone, the young physicist Robert Lazar, whom we called Bob, worked at the world-famous Los Alamos National Laboratory. Once Edward Teller, the "father of the hydrogen bomb," came there for a seminar. On Teller's recommendation, he was invited for his first interview. In December 1988, Robert Lazar was hired at Site S4, which was under the jurisdiction of Navy Intelligence. In service documents, the area is referred to as Area 51, unofficially it was called Dreamland, or Wonderland. When we visited the site, we were shown the "flying saucer" in real life, just like you. Then, when we parted ways, I went back to Zero, and Bob talked a lot, trying to get more money for his knowledge and silence, so he was left out of the loop. In March 1989, George Knapp, an NSA secret agent and at the same time an FBI investigator, officially working under the legend of a journalist, first introduced this man to TV viewers who claimed to have worked at the secret S4 facility. You probably already know that he was intimidated by the court?

– I already know. His home phone was tapped, his car was shot at.

– And what did he want, we wouldn't have been so ceremonious with him, but there, since there was a leak, they decided to present everything as fiction. Naturally, such experiments were carried out in secret laboratories, it is impossible to admit it, so it was a rule, following our example, not to release the scientist leading the project, until he has not completed the work. Many politicians began to wonder where Bob Lazar got such ideas. For Lazar, his stay at the S4 facility ended not so tragically, but suddenly and through his own fault: he decided to show his friends the "flying disks".

– Lev Khristoforovich, I think this whole thing is some kind of dark game.

– I didn't understand everything at the time, especially since we still had the USSR, but I immediately recognized that there was a tricky game going on. I accompanied him to various meetings and realized that he was running a show, but I didn't know for whom. According to Echelon 1, I had to find out, and according to Echelon 2, I had to promote the show.

– What if Lazar was shown all these things on purpose, perhaps to divert his attention from other things?

– Traditionally, all those who make sensational statements about aliens and "flying saucers", ufological organizations offer to pass a lie detector test. Lazar sat in the polygraph chair six times, and only once the test produced a questionable result.

– Have you ever encountered "little men" in hangars?

– No. But we got the information about the "little people" on the first day from the blue folder.

– I know that, I heard it from Gabo.

– That's the kind of thing. Afterwards, when I became a person with a higher rank and clearance, I asked my colleagues what was really there. Everyone had a different answer. They all said different things. I can't go and check it out for curiosity's sake, because it's not a passageway, and besides, I would show them my distrust. There's state-of-the-art technology, you know that, there's probably no aliens, otherwise we'd have recorded them. Everything my colleagues from the collegium tell me in a friendly conversation – behind all this show they hide experiments on personality change, the consequences of changing the genetic code and the results of the process of "brain pumping". Therefore, it is not for nothing that Zhidkov constantly asserted that the strongest mafia is the mafia of scientists.

Hent said the last seriously, thoughtfully, then laughed and added:

– Maybe the aliens have already inhabited the scientists and changed the whole process of the world development? Maybe we are in such a global virtual reality created by them? And we are wondering whether they are there or not. After all, by all laws of logic, they must be somewhere.

Hent finished his story with a joke, with his hands spread apart as if he were copying Neznaika. Then he changed to a serious tone.

– Get some rest, go to Livermore tomorrow, find out what's possible, and come back. Events are escalating, and the battle for Baikonur will begin. Good night.

– Goodbye.

Although Ruthra wanted to sleep, he still decided to think about the subject a bit. Perhaps there was something in all this that he couldn't see.

He contacted the center, Christina replied. In order not to load up on nonsense, he asked her to make an urgent and brief analysis of the main provisions concerning this topic. While he went through the latest news, emails, and inquired about the children's activities, Christina responded with a report. A special tablet was equipped with a system that wirelessly downloaded information into Rutra's brain. That's what he was using. He couldn't tell Zero about his new abilities, it was forbidden. At the same time, Christine sent a report on the main job, the most important one. Rutra determined that Iran was actively preparing to test a nuclear device, Israel had received components for new missiles from the United States, the European Union was completing a secret project to build 500 floating nuclear power plants, and there was a strange unspoken decision by the Mormon Church to move its headquarters from the United States to Australia. Rutra decided to deal with these things on the way tomorrow, but for now, a quick look at everything on the subject of UFOs and the like.

Since the late 1940s, first in the United States and then around the world, following the example of the United States, numerous groups have sprung up to collect and study reports of sightings of unidentified flying objects. In addition to countless amateur ufological organizations, individual UFO research projects were organized by the governments of various powers. In 1947, after the UFO phenomenon began to be investigated, it became clear that "flying saucers" did not suddenly appear in the second half of the twentieth century.