– "Then listen. Over a hundred years ago, my emperor entrusted me with a diplomatic mission to your planet, to establish contact with your race and continue negotiations with you, and our protection over your development, with a subsequent exit into the far reaches of space in the future. But back then, I didn't have the classified information I possess now. Once a year, I flew to your planet for a visit lasting a few days. I met with representatives of your countries; these negotiations were held in secret, at various facilities on your planet—a couple of times in the USA, more than five times in your country, twice in Europe. The negotiations went very well; we started providing you with technologies, I handed over various samples of technical devices that my race used thousands of years ago to your representatives. Forty years ago, I flew in for another round of negotiations, which were held in your country, not far from Moscow. My ship landed in a closed hangar where this meeting was scheduled. The negotiations were very difficult; your representatives demanded more technologies from us, especially military ones, which we did not want to give you due to your unstable planetary politics and the policies of individual countries. During the negotiations, the US representative stood up and demonstratively left the discussion platform, and representatives from other countries began to leave after him. The representative of the Russian side tried to calm me down and assured me of complete loyalty to our previous agreements. I decided the negotiations were over and was heading to my ship when, at that moment, an explosion rang out, which tore off a large part of my body. Thanks to the different structure of my body, my vital organs remained intact; I stayed alive. After the explosion, panic broke out in the hangar, and they seemed to have forgotten about me, but one man took me by part of my paw and dragged me towards the ship. I remember being surprised that this slender man was dragging my heavy body. When he managed, with great difficulty, to haul me into the ship, I was able to explain that I needed to be connected to a medical capsule so I could return to my planet. I don't know how long it took him, as I periodically lost consciousness, but he managed to drag me and attached a medical kit to my body. After half an hour, I was able to take off and headed to my planet, where they made this synthetic body for me." – Gena patted his chest with satisfaction. Taking another drag, he continued – "Pyotr, that was your father," – Gena said ironically.

Perhaps the expression on my face, full of surprise, or my dropped jaw interrupted Gena's story. He looked at me and said:

– "Pyotr. Our meeting is fate. After I, half-dead, reached my planet, the best doctors took care of me, and they suggested creating this body. Sometime later, already having a synthetic body, I returned to your planet, and honestly, I really wanted to rip everyone's heads off. I was so angry that I probably could have destroyed half, if not all, of your race. But when I flew to the pre-arranged place, your father met me. He was alone, and we talked for a very long time and in detail. First, he informed me that the sabotage had been prepared and carried out by someone from his 'office'. Secondly, while I was away, the humans had already agreed to become suzerains with the Archons. Thirdly, he was sure that some of his colleagues and other representatives of special services were negotiating with the Archons parallel to ours. They needed time, so it was decided to eliminate me. That is, there was an undercover struggle within your special services. But there were those who were against the Reptiloids. Just as there were those who were for our race and adhered to our agreements. Your father was tasked with informing me about this and, if possible, working with me. But since, in essence, the decision on suzerainty with the Archons had already been made, our contacts with him transitioned to illegal work. I was officially granted the status of a diplomat at the bunch of chatterboxes at the UN. The status of a diplomatic representative of another race, with security guarantees for staying on your planet, but only on the territory of your country. Your father and I began to unravel the tangle of betrayal and the interests of the Archons. We learned a lot, including about who the operators of the Abrio Center are, and why your planet was so needed under the complete control of the Archons."

Our conversation was sometimes interrupted by my trips to the restroom or by me preparing food for myself. During Gena's story, I sometimes interrupted him and asked questions—who he was, what planet he was from, what he did. Gena answered and told stories from his two-hundred-year life. Gena lit his cigar again and said:

– "Let's get back to the Archons. Previously, we knew little about this race. What we know now is that this race lives from three hundred to five hundred years, thanks to some ancient technology. The race and the planets in the conglomerate are ruled solely by the emperor. Our races are in a neutral status towards each other. There is no trade or technology exchange between us; essentially, we ignore each other. But we are fighting in space for intelligent planets and their representatives. We try not to engage in military conflicts with each other, but sometimes there are skirmishes that we try not to pay much attention to. We, like the Archons, have our own spies; we wanted to learn more about their race, how they live, what technologies they have, and so on. Now we know that several tens of thousands of years ago, their space reconnaissance fleet stumbled upon a new technology of the Ancients. The Ancient race is a race whose traces we find in different corners of space; their technologies are millions of years ahead of our current development. Basically, the race now is for the technology of the Ancients. As you say, 'whoever gets up first gets the slippers'—whoever is more powerful will rule the universe. We don't yet know what the Ancients looked like, where their life originated, where they themselves came from. But it is known for sure that they were present in our universe, and all the intelligent beings we know in the universe were created by them. The Archons, as I said, managed to obtain some very important technologies and knowledge, as they increased their expansion in various planetary systems many times over. We assume that thanks to this knowledge, they can extend their lives indefinitely; essentially, they have become immortal. All we managed to find out are bits of information from our spies. We called this technology 'Ebrio-Control'. It allows for the control and manipulation of a sentient energy being through the Abrio Center. Every sentient being possesses divine energy; you call it a 'soul'. We, like the Archons, visited your planet very often, mostly incognito, but sometimes we left our representatives. We studied you, unlike the Archons. The Archons, many years ago, created a base on your planet; in your epics, this history is referred to as 'Atlantis'. In principle, both my tribesmen and they are reflected in your fairy tales, stories, or cave paintings. When we learned about this technology, we tracked the Archons, and that's how we learned about the existence of your planet. In the beginning, you did not possess high intelligence or any technologies. The Archons manipulated your consciousness, spreading faith in gods, worship, and service to invented ideals to your different nationalities. They introduced values like money, gold, and so on. But they did all this while having a base on your planet and controlling your development. Several thousand years ago, everything changed; the Archons destroyed their base on your planet and left. But they did not stop managing and manipulating you, and that's when we were able to figure out how it works. Around your planetary system, scattered about, let's call them autonomous satellites, which somehow know how to intercept the souls of living beings. After interception, the soul is placed in a kind of closed virtual block. It remains there until the next moment of rebirth on your planet in a human body. After being reborn in a human body, all memory of previous incarnations is blocked for the soul until the moment it ascends into space."

– "Gena, let me clarify some points," – I said, raising my hand. – "You claim that reincarnation exists. And also, that the Archons, let's say, built trap networks in space to catch souls? Like, for example, how fishermen set their nets to catch as many fish as possible?"

– "Yes, that's correct. Furthermore, your soul cannot be reborn on another planet or in another sentient being. Only on this planet and only in the creatures inhabiting this planet. For example, fish, birds, insects, humans, and so on."

– "So, I could have been a cockroach before?"

– "Yes, or a goat, for example," – Gena replied, laughing.

– "You're a joker, damn it. Do you realize my brain is about to explode?"

– "It won't explode, Petya. Accept this information as it is."

– "Okay. Did I understand you correctly, Gena, that our planet is essentially a prison planet?"

– "Yes, that is the case," – Gena replied, and it seemed to me he looked at me with sadness in his eyes.

– "And who ends up on this planet? Who sends whom here, and for what?"

– "Initially, according to the plan of the Ancients, any soul could move throughout the entire universe without any restrictions. This is necessary for self-development and the management of living beings. But as I understand it, various souls, having gained a certain degree of negative experience or simply because they wanted to, began to commit atrocities in the universe. They destroyed other souls and sentient beings. To prevent this and isolate such souls, the Ancients devised this technology. Who first sent you here is unknown to me; perhaps it was the Ancients millions of years ago. But I know for sure who has been sending souls here for the last few thousand years and who manages them: it's the Archons. I don't yet know by what method or technology they manage to capture a soul in space, but as soon as it gets caught in the trap, it is sent to this planet. But the Archons' control doesn't end there. On the Archons' home planet, Arkaris, huge, multi-kilometer complexes have been built, where control operators work. An operator can only be a representative of the Archons, male or female. They control a human by means of complete control over the soul, throughout their entire life until death. I know for sure that they do not control all of humanity. There is a not very large percentage of beings not under their control. You are not under their control, Pyotr. But your father, as it turned out, was one of the Archon operators."

– "But what is their main goal for the experiment?" – I couldn't resist asking.

– "I don't know yet, Petya, but most of what I told you, I learned from your father. Over time, he became my spy there among the Archons and here on your planet, my friend. He was one of billions of operators in the system. But, like not many other Archons, he was against this experiment and the abduction of souls in the universe. Among the Archons, there is a small number who consider all this wrong and really want to end it. Therefore, they cooperate with us. We Reptimens, understanding what is happening, want to help you. But as you understand, the game is serious, with disinformation, propaganda, and brainwashing of those people they do not control. As it turned out, the largest number of uncontrolled people or souls lives in your country, and I don't yet understand how that happened or what it's connected to. Okay, let's break off this conversation, as I'm tired and hungry; you're eating for the seventh time, and I'm just smoking. And we need to sleep, what do you think?"

– "Gena, are you kidding me? Sleep? I want to know everything, I'm ready to keep listening," – I said, but I understood that the conversation was very difficult for Gena because in our language, it's hard for him to translate many things or speak in a way that I correctly understand what he said.

– "Still, Petya, have mercy on an old crocodile, let me catch my breath. I promise, as soon as I rest, we will continue. But now I'm going to my cabin, which I advise you to do too." – He got up from the table and headed for the exit. Of course, I complied, and we each went to our own rooms.