that life was beginning to return to normal. But the power of the Directory of Observers increased until one day the head of the corporation declared the worldwide hegemony of the Directory and appointed himself the sole emperor of the planet. A dictatorship of such magnitude has never existed in human history. Total control was opposed by many, and thanks to the control of reality, the Statist Revolution almost succeeded. But still, those in power turned out to be more cunning, and announced that it was the extras who were to blame for the emergence of the Age of Chaos. Total chaos is still worse than dictatorship, the memory of the universe being torn into pieces was still fresh, so people who did not possess the probabilistic gene happily handed over their former comrades in the revolution to the authorities. A scientific witch hunt began: the M gene was detected at the birth of a child, and if the test was positive, then such a child was cremated alive. The fire of the Inquisition burned as hot after a millennium as in the Middle Ages.
Extras invented weapons, the use of which was available only to those with the M-gene. The tip of the metal staff could emit energy in various forms. Moreover, the staff could be in the hand or not with the same probability, and the extras shifted the share of this probability at his own discretion. An extra could safely walk through a metal detector and then make a weapon appear in his hand. The staff was connected to a virtually inexhaustible source of energy through a wire lowered into the depths of the probabilistic fog.
A burst of machine gun fire rang out, but the police stopped without reaching the target, without passing the invisible barrier. Tamara swiped her staff through the air, and the floor beneath her attackers disappeared. And they flew down. The floor then returned to its place and the two rebels were able to move on.
The Emperor sat on a huge gilded throne. The remote control is in one hand. Instead of walls there were huge monitors that displayed thousands of events taking place in different parts of the Earth.
– Take a seat. You have three minutes until security arrives.
– Emperor, we come in peace.
– Wow, the extras came at least somewhere with peace, and not with rebellion. Are you saying your hands are clean?
«Emperor, we come in peace,» Tamara did not look away from the man’s unblinking eyes. – Don’t you notice that the fewer extras there are in the world, the more Chaos takes back for itself? Your cameras can’t do it without the help of extras! Don’t you notice that the Directory building is moving around the city?
– Who said that this wasn’t planned by me?
Tamara only now noticed the staff in the emperor’s hands. Hidden in the fog of probability.
– So you are an extra, not an observer. Sergey! Prepare your weapons.
– I am not just an observer or an extra. I am now the god of this lousy planet. What is the probability that I will die in a couple of centuries? And in a thousand? If I weren’t such a statistic, I would have succumbed to the will of the universe. But I shouted to infinity: the probability of my death is zero. And while there are no other extras on Earth, only I can control Chaos!
It seemed to Sergei that the emperor had melted into thin air, but Tamara was an extra at a higher level, so she saw how the crazy old man created four clones, and the probability of him being in the place of each of the projections was exactly 25%. An army of doubles surrounded the rebels on four sides like a quantum wave. But he can attack using each of his projections. If they were human, they would definitely be doomed.
– Seryozha. Focus on one thought. It exists with a 25% probability in one of four positions. This means that it is not present with a probability of 75% in each of the four projections. Let’s send the emperor into outer space: two observers are always stronger than one.
There was a flash, and the emperor disappeared from the Directory.
«A fairy tale,» one of the readers will say.
«Why shouldn’t there be a fair universe in the flow of multiverses, where good always triumphs over evil?» – the author will answer you.
***
– Yes, our universe is not always fair. But she is stable. The Klein Bottle bar was there yesterday and will be there tomorrow.
– Yes, let’s continue tomorrow. Waiter, check please.
Vasily rummaged in his pockets, but the wallet was not there. Although the man definitely remembered that he put it in his pocket when leaving the house. It couldn’t have happened that you put something in your pocket, and then it suddenly disappeared when you stopped looking at it?
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this ever happened to you? Put the comb on the table. He turned away – and there was already no trace of her. Did he put it somewhere else, or did the brownie take it?
***
– Seven days! – Septon Iris-1 crossed his upper limbs, indicating that he would not tolerate objections.
– This is madness! No one can do it in such a short time. Initially, we discussed a period of two or three thousand years. Even Pandorra, listed in the Book of Legends, took longer than a millennium to create.
¬– Seven days. And I won’t even give you an extra hour. – The Septon vibrated subtly and changed shape, moving in multidimensional space. This was the only thing that showed his excitement.
– But we won’t make it in time!
– Derek Orson-4! Just try to delay the deadline for even an hour, and you’ll immediately fly out of Eden before you even have time to blink an eye. You will light up the stars or play melodies on super strings!
Derek tried to say something else in his defense, but Septon silenced him with a gesture.
«Derek, I gave my Word, and I intend to keep it. Will I have to make excuses to the customer, answering for your mistakes? You yourself agreed to the position of Supreme Creator. I liked the other candidates better, but your father vouched for you. You received a position through an acquaintance, but the work must be completed on time.
– But…
Septon did not listen to new excuses, he simply disappeared into the abyss of one of the spaces, now try his detectives.
***
– Seven days? Derek, are you out of your mind? Why didn’t you tell that fool Iris what you thought of him?
Il Zamar-8 was noticeably worried: each of the limbs was wrapped in a spiral in its own dimension.
«I tried to tell him several times, but he didn’t want to hear,» Derek said. – You know, my probationary period is coming to an end soon. Orson gave the Word. And if there was a Word, then there must be Peace, you know the rules. Otherwise they’ll kick me out, I’ll be some kind of firebrand of the stars or the spirit of the river.
– But the order given to you cannot be fulfilled! – Il shouted, moving most of his limbs.
– What if we make at least the appearance of a completed project, and then correct all the inaccuracies? – Derek lit a cigarette and was now releasing fifth-dimensional puffs of smoke.
– For example?
– Well, for example, let’s create only 3 dimensions. Il, sit down, don’t worry so much.
– Where are you going to put the rest? You’ll curl up into a ball, or what?
– Yes, Il, good idea! 3 dimensions, and the remaining 7 are folded so that none of the inhabitants of the world can look at a short distance.
– Derek, but that wasn’t the idea! It was sarcasm! Do you know what sarcasm is?
– Don’t be so stuffy. Ha-ha, that’s a pun: stuffy spirit! Isn’t it funny?
– Not