NEONOO, or PARADISE IN THE NOOSPHERE. Alexander Cherenov

now – all of the questions.

      «Listen, buddy, here we are somehow we see each other, but how can this be?! As we can see, if not exist, how physical objects?! You need eyes, you need a brain! What gives us the opportunity to comprehend even „nothing“, not to mention the comprehension of each other? I hope I do not „reinvent the bike“?»

      «The bike?!» the alchemist honestly «opens his mouth».

      «Oh, yes!» «I clap» myself conditionally over the «conditional forehead». Bike has not yet been invented – and this time, without quotes! Sorry, mate, I just wanted to get confirmation from you that you see me.»

      «Oh!» alchemist «smoothed face». «Well, get it.»

      «So you confirm that you see me?»

      «I see something,» the «friend» confesses, «but I can’t touch it: there is nothing and no one. So, it’s not me, but you must explain to me… That is, they shouldn’t, of course… but… I wanted to say: it’s fit to explain to me what is happening here… even if nothing happens. I’m from the fifteenth century, and you are from the twenty-first.»

      To begin with, I «sigh»: the companion is right in his complaints. I can put up versus this, except that his experience of being here.

      «Explain»… I can’t even explain it to myself yet – not what you need. I can’t even explain how you and I explain it without an interpreter!»

      «Well, this is, just «easier steamed turnips!» the alchemist grins, «keeping a distance» «Natives «from the next world» immediately become countrymen on this. All the dead are brothers!»

      It is said well! Here, to you – both the alchemist: both «physicist», and «lyricist» – «in one bottle». But we must «continue the investigation». «We have already won the first half», but how many more of them, and all are the first! My thought immediately fished out of itself the next «hook».

      «You say „stay“…»

      The alchemist agrees nods his head.

      «Come on, let’s go on milestones!»

      «Let’s go together!» the alchemist «switches on» right away: our man!

      «Let’s go together! So: if this is not heaven, and not hell, but we still comprehend each other and the surrounding „nothing“, even though we have died on Earth, then this is, in any case, some kind of otherworldly of being. And for the otherworldly existence there must be, at least, some otherworldly world. Do you agree with me?»

      «One hundred percent!»

      Alchemist once again corresponds to the twenty-first century.

      «Well! Go ahead! So this is the other world, but some kind of «unfinished»: from «nothing.»

      «Probably, it happens,» the alchemist turns out to be a philosopher.

      «Probably, it happens, if it there is!» I am no less a philosopher. «And are found here, as I understand it in biology, not the soul, and… hell knows that: until I don’t understand. But for understanding, we have what… no… and not here… everything. That is, not only is there no „environment“, so also we do not exist… in the conventional sense, at least, in the form of the soul. The soul, after all, must have some kind of „human-like shell“ to show itself. Agree?»

      «With both hands!» the alchemist does without hands.

      «Good! So: since we are not souls, at least, in the form of the air shells, not to mention the material substances – and, however, we exist, which means, that we are some other form of the otherworldly being… in another form of the otherworldly being.»

      The thoughts of the alchemist are amicably strained by «folds on the forehead».

      «And if you simplify?»

      «I can. We are not only not in heaven or hell, but also not for heaven and not for hell! We are something else…»

      «What exactly?»

      I do not linger with my shoulders: I shake them.

      «Damn it knows!»

      Immediately I leave myself and I think already «out loud».

      «We are not, but we are… We cannot be touched, but we see each other… Right – as in the Bible: „We are invisible, but we are recognized“… We have nothing to say, but we speak… Stop! „We are talking“!»

      I’m «returning» to the alchemist.

      «We talk thoughts! That is why we „do without a translator“! This is more than „countrymen from one world“! And already from this you can „dance“ on farther!»

      «Where exactly?» alchemist «made to dance».

      «This means, that we exist thoughts! And everything we are capable of is a derivative of our consciousness! This is our consciousness works!»

      «What is consciousness?»

      With his fifteenth century, the alchemist is honest with the twenty-first. With all my strength I try to somehow conform. I start to remember the long-forgotten dictionary on ethics.

      «Well, if – according to science, then consciousness is a reflection of the social being of people.»

      I feel that it «does not reach» – something like Bender’s «quasi uno fantasy» in the club of chess lovers. Yes, and I myself would not have joined in his place. It should be simplified to the unscientific level, but that was clear.

      «Well, to make it easier for you to understand, you are sitting here,» I exploit a movie, «that is, roughly speaking, knowledge, plus life experience, plus self-esteem.» It may even: the ability to make decisions with skill. This, of course, is unscientific, but quite «edible». How does this simplification work?»

      The alchemist diligently «drives in» for some time – and then «leaves» back.

      «It seems, I understood.»

      «What exactly?»

      «Everything, what I have gained in my life with brains and hands, is me. At least, I am the present.»

      I doubt the truth, but not for long. In the end – this is not important.

      «Well, that’s something like this…»

      And then it dawns on me once again.

      «By the way, have you thought about why I – from the twenty-first century – can communicate with you – from the fifteenth? I, of course, don’t mean the language barrier… missing. You said that every cricket know your hearth»? Something is wrong here…»

      «Well, I didn’t say anything about the cricket,» the alchemist grins «not from the fifteenth century,» «But I think the point here is that you, senor…»

      «Listen, enough with this „senor“!»

      «Sorry: that’s habit.»

      The «face» of the alchemist «stretches into a good-natured smile».

      «So, here: I think, everything is explained by the fact, that you are elected.»

      My opposition immediately «wrinkles on the forehead»: an unexpected explanation.

      «Elected? Who did it and for what? Tell me: you surely had to meet people from other eras?»

      «Well,» the alchemist begins to think, «but I find myself first on the word.»

      «Did you meet many favorites here?»

      The alchemist is honestly embarrassed: «smiles guiltily», eloquently «tapping himself with his fingers on the forehead».

      «I did not get it… Indeed, that’s the question.»

      While he