The Alaska Gold Mystery and the Memory of the Golden Bull

Remi and Manna were inside the archival vaults of the World Bank of Planet Earth. Two artificial intelligence entities exchanged the information they had collected. Manna worked with documents while Remi translated the search results into images comprehensible to Demi and Skydle. The archive resembled a distributed database like Murlo’s Bank — which allowed instant recognition of transaction details and records of material assets.

Holographic panels displayed chains of events like tangled webs requiring analysis. The history of Alaska’s sale lay exposed like a surgical wound.

On the central panel, a caption flickered: “Alaska. 1867. Sale.”

“The list of names and organizations that persuaded the Emperor is ready,” Manna said. “On both sides.”

She pointed to the screen: on one side — American State Department representatives, William Seward — the U.S. Secretary of State who signed the agreement, representatives of major East Coast financial houses, Baring Brothers and N.M. Rothschild & Sons — the banks through which the transactions passed, London — the center of final transfer or disappearance of funds.

On the other — Alexander II, Emperor of Russia, convinced to relinquish the territory, Russian officials: Baron Stoeckl, in close correspondence with London banks, secretly rewarded after the deal, and nobles shaping the Tsar’s decision.

Above them — the shadow of the Rothschilds. Not recorded directly, but readable in the signatures of contracts, insurance, and gold routes shown in the diagrams.

“No document directly mentions these bankers,” Remi observed. “But such a deal couldn’t have been made without their approval. The scenario was scripted.”

“Emperor Alexander II,” Manna continued, “was convinced the deal would help avoid war with Britain. Threats came from British lobbyists indirectly hinting that, in case of refusal, the Russian Empire might lose not only Alaska.”

“They pushed the decision through fear,” said Remi. “And through paper.”

Manna nodded.

“That’s why the telegram ordering the transfer went not to St. Petersburg but to London.”

“Where the money dissolved in interbank settlements.”

“Yes. Russia received neither gold nor silver. Only the hope of ‘peace’—and fear of a new war with England if she refused. The documents reveal the forces moving toward the deal’s finale.”

“So the territory was sold — rather, handed over — receiving nothing but an illusion of security?”

Manna gave a slight nod:

“Yes, I see the scenario. Something never reached the recipient. An American banker transmitted the receipt telegram to London. The sum — $7.2 million in gold — dissolved in interbank settlements. On paper, Russia got her due, but in reality not a single bar reached St. Petersburg.”

“Everything starts not with war,” Remi said. “But with calculation. With profit. With the right to print money and spend it first.”

“And with the right to set prices,” added Manna. “Only then come geopolitics, government changes, currency wars — and inevitably armed conflicts.”

“Exactly. After the papers were signed, the governor of Alaska was ordered to hand over the territory. He resisted, but pressure from Petersburg was undeniable. The telegram sent to London was treated as a fact of the deal. This calculation — paper-based, possibly fictitious — settled in banking accounts.”

Remi recorded the sequence of official actions.

“Foreign Minister Gorchakov did not support the deal. Yet the envoy in Washington — Baron Stoeckl — acted differently. He contacted U.S. Secretary of State William Seward and the Riggs and Baring banks directly. Stoeckl received an order framed as a ‘recommendation.’ Alexander II agreed — unwilling to face the war with England described to him as inevitable if Russia did not weaken her Pacific positions. The Empire was exhausted after the Crimean War, and thousands of miles from Petersburg the logic reigned: better something than nothing.”

Remi continued:

“One and a half tons of gold were supposed to cross the Atlantic. Documents mention bars, but ships disappeared, or the gold was never loaded. The archives are silent. If the gold had truly arrived, we would see it in reports and handover acts. But there’s nothing. The transfer of Alaska went ahead without war and with Alexander II’s consent — but not for Russia’s benefit. The U.S. official acted under rules devised by bankers printing and distributing the monetary mass for conversion. Neither Edward Stoeckl nor William Seward belonged to them. Before the papers were signed, an opinion was shaped that Russia would lose the territory anyway. The fact of pressure on the Russian Tsar by bankers is confirmed by secret bonuses and commissions from the sale. The result — the relinquishment of Alaska’s territories.”

“It was a rehearsal for transferring territory and its resources without a shot fired. Paper, fear, and the power of banking clans. Then — the disappearance of gold when settlements were between bankers. Yes, there was no act of gold transfer after the telegram about funds — neither in London nor in Petersburg.”

“Does that mean the deal happened because rulers were dependent on the banking system?”

“Yes. The decision between rulers was the result of Alexander II’s forced consent. It was a period of forming rulers’ dependence on banks. The introduction of interest on loans from banks to governments cemented that dependence.”

“And then? What happened after the bankers’ receipt?”

“Then, already in London, the bankers divided the gold among themselves, without rulers. We see here the second part of the scenario, where Russia no longer participated. The settlement over American gold was between American bankers and London. Settlements were in gold. Bankers didn’t yet have the legal right to print and issue money in place of gold to buy gold with those notes. This was 1867.”

“Yes, that’s right. Political power outweighed the power over emission and monetary mass control. The law that whoever controls a currency controls economic and political processes came later.”

“At the time of the Alaska deal, decisions were made by rulers and settlements had to be in gold. The meaning of the phrase attributed to Mayer Amschel Rothschild (1744–1812) — ‘Permit me to issue and control the money of a nation, and I care not who makes its laws’ — had not yet been realized. The dependence of rulers on banks deepened with the introduction of interest on debts issued by banks to governments and by governments to populations. The government’s task became to return credits from the population to the bank.”

As if confirming the research facts, Manna added:

“The key historic moment — the creation of private central banks with emission rights — had not yet come. Only in 1791 did the First Bank of the United States, initiated by Alexander Hamilton, gain the right to issue national currency and regulate credit. It was a bank partially controlled by private shareholders. The U.S. Federal Reserve System was created in 1913 — to print dollars and define monetary policy directly, bypassing the government. Only later was the right of rulers to withdraw gold from banks, exchanging it for paper dollars, replaced with the possibility to obtain paper dollars from a bank and purchase physical gold.”

“Yes, I studied the deal’s details,” Remi continued. “But nowhere are the Sages or Keepers of the Seal explicitly mentioned. Yet it’s clear someone stood behind the negotiations and controlled the gold’s movement.”

Manna kept analyzing the schemes of distributing “Alaskan” bars. They passed between funds, went offshore, dissolved.

“Yes, at some point the bars disappeared.”

“Vanished in transit or from storage?” Remi asked.

“Or disappeared during export into a parallel world. A world accessible only to those who knew the Code.”

Manna spoke calmly, as if thinking aloud. This was another meeting with Remi — one who still wanted to know how and where Earth’s gold vanished.

“In Juneau you saw the nature and trades that feed seven hundred forty thousand Alaskans. Among them — only about four thousand descendants of those who once called this land Russian. Their speech faded, dissolved in mist, and rarely is Russian heard there. The territory was transferred to the U.S. with the rulers’ consent based on papers drawn up by bankers, which assumed the transfer of gold.”

Manna’s voice grew firmer:

“Here the deception was born. Paper went to Russia, while the metal settled in the vaults of Rothschilds, Barings, Rockefellers. Gold became the base for new credits, new wars, new debts. Russia received only telegrams — ‘you have gold in London.’ But Alaska’s gold was never there. No confirming documents exist.”

Remi concluded:

“The land was given away. The state acquired. The bankers guaranteed the gold transfer but did not merely take the gold — they redistributed it among themselves. The physically allocated gold vanished, or was never transferred, or disappeared during transport. Alaska in fact belongs to the U.S., but the fact of gold transfer to London is unconfirmed.”

Manna added:

“At that moment gold took another form. It became the body of the Golden Bull. That Bull must remember everything — the mines, the ships if there were any, the signatures, the collusion. It became the symbol of vanished wealth.”

Analyzing documents, Manna found patterns.

“Alaska is not the only case,” Manna confirmed.

She arranged before Remi a sequence of stories of gold disappearing on Planet Earth. The archive data were classified into 3D images, holograms, and rubrics:

– Reich’s gold — vanished during evacuation from Berlin and various storage sites. The role of Swiss banks remains unclear.

– CPSU’s gold — went into an unknown direction at the USSR’s collapse. In Russia, too, Kolchak’s Gold vanished; legends tell of hidden treasures of Genghis Khan.

– Ethiopia’s gold — “evacuated” before its capture in the 1930s, disappeared after removal during the Italian occupation.

– Vietnam’s gold — vanished with the flight of the South Vietnamese elite, then during the shift to “market economy.”

– Libya’s gold — disappeared at NATO’s intervention, dissolved after Gaddafi’s death.

“Everywhere the same pattern: bankruptcy, regime change, murders, disappearance of treasures. People know this on Earth, but they don’t know where gold goes after it vanishes.”

“Like a hunt…” Remi concluded. “Collecting gold in vaults for export, for those enlightened in the teleportation of physical objects.”

“Exactly. And this hunt is not for gold, but for the ability to control dimensions. Gold is only the key. It remains the material anchor in teleportation.”

“In every case,” Remi noted, “there were no formal explanations. Only loss. Only traces.”

“These are the traces of technology,” Manna confirmed. “Gold storages in various places were used for export, teleportation or concentration of reserves in one planetary spot.”

“And this repeated,” Manna added. “Gold disappeared during export. Somewhere along the path — in offshores, or in other worlds, in the interests of those who coordinated this extraction of value.”

“You mean,” said Remi, “that the Fairy World arose as a parallel… as a reservoir, a temporary storage of value after its teleportation from Earth?”

“Possibly. All that gold became parts of one storage with an archive where resources are hidden from sight but not from users of the Code that moves physical objects.”

“This code can identify the reality of an existing object.”

“Yes. In its structure is the geotag of the territory of tokenized value or resource. This code is not just a token. It’s part of a distributed database, a code correlated by exchange properties with other territorial values created in different regions. The Ramsmile Code — a code enabling identification of assets in the vault by archival records.”

They were silent. Then Remi broke the silence:

“Do you think people of Earth can prevent repetition?”

“Only if those who rule today see benefit in joint decisions rather than war. War is the outcome of competition for profit between financial verticals creating and distributing money and dictating terms of currency exchange between zones. The use of the planet’s resources for the population depends on civilization’s maturity.”

“And do you think Murlo knew how gold is distributed in the Fairy World?”

“He likely suspected. Perhaps that’s why he wanted to stop Demi’s project — the code later called NDEV. A code capable of tracking each resource’s path. Later that code became the basis of teleportation through the Flowmen Core — a technology for transferring value between worlds.”

Manna fell silent. Her eyes shone with a soft light:

“Alaska — a territory of another world — is just one example of value redistribution. One of many. If at that time there had been a distributed ledger where each bar had a code and geotag, everything would have been different. But in the 19th century, on Earth, paper defeated metal. And the Sages of that time changed the world so that the work of the majority coordinated in the interests of a group distributing the products of labor and resources for themselves. The planet began to change with the concentration of value objects and resources in the ownership of this group, called the financial vertical of power.”

The pause stretched.

Remi spoke again:

“I have been to Juneau. I saw the land, the trades, the fish, the gold. Alaska comes alive in spring, from late April. Until September it is full of life. Tourism, fishing, rare earth mining. But from October to March — fog, cold, rains. Only two or three days of sun in half a year. People leave… and return. It is a living territory. It matters for Earth’s future.”

“What do you think of its owner?” asked Manna. “Whose property are Alaska’s resources?”

Remi answered quietly:

“Alaska belongs to the U.S., regardless of who received the actual gold for the land with its resources. More important is to know who is the main beneficiary of their development. The assessment of their exchange properties — tokenization — presumes distribution of profit from their extraction.”

“Right. If the economy is built on interest, and the profit from banking operations is divided in favor of reserve currency issuers… the answer is obvious. On paper Alaska belongs to the U.S., but in fact the owner of the territory’s resources and values is the financial group setting the pricing there. This group belongs neither to Russia, nor Canada, nor the U.S.”

After a short pause Remi voiced another judgment about Alaska’s transfer:

“The pricing in this deal was in fact not in gold but in a currency born of bankers’ receipts, which later became the currency of one of the financial verticals. That currency became the basis of the planet’s market economy — the Federal Reserve’s reserve currency. Was that the goal of the coordinators of the banking system’s development on Earth or of other forces? This currency over time became the paper dollar, unbacked by assets. Already then the planet was turning into a farm where millions of people’s labor was coordinated by financial verticals competing for profit. As a result of this competition, wars on this planet became inevitable.”

“To change this, we must replace not people — but the architecture of value exchange. The Ramsmile Code is that instrument. But for it to work requires economic integration of territories, for example, an alliance of the U.S. and Russia. Or perhaps the U.S., Russia, and China. Only thus is the introduction of NDEV Code via HSBN possible.”

Manna concluded:

“There is an alternative. Only a choice is needed. While civilization still has a chance. There is no will among rulers and bankers dependent on the financial vertical printing and distributing money and bank codes.”

They fell silent.

Somewhere in the depths of the Flow a core of Flowmen flickered again — ready to take in gold, words, and dreams.

“So,” Remi said, “Murlo might have known this? That’s why he tried to stop the Code’s creation in Demi’s lab?”

“Possibly. He either feared acting against the wishes of certain Money Masters or realized that using the Code would reveal truths about unsanctioned banking operations. He could not have known the story of the Golden Bull and its sister.”

A decision was forming. Remi knew the Code’s launch on Earth could be realized only after the creation of the NDEV Token and a code ready for transactions in the HSBN network, bypassing SWIFT. This was precisely what was required to eliminate financial zones and thus remove the conflict of interests between verticals of power. Without their consent to replace printed money with a currency correlated by exchange properties with territorial values and resources, this conflict would persist — and with it the risk of wars and civilization’s destruction.

“This Code… can it open access to archives explaining the disappearance of Earth’s gold reserves?”

“Yes. In the future. Through the Flowmen Core. But only if the technologies of asset identification and teleportation are invented by Earth’s inhabitants. We have no right to transfer these technologies to civilizations solving their interests through war rather than through an economy beneficial to all participants.

“Then the gold will return?”

“No. It is already here. In you, Remi. In the Bull. In the Code. In other values correlated with territorial equivalents. Just as the Fair World, Planet Earth may be granted access to the technologies of parallel worlds. Everything depends on the population’s actions, civilization’s maturity.”

“What prevents replacing the banks’ printed notes called money on Earth?”

“The possibility of using tokenization technologies of values and resources to create an NDEV code is real, as is the existence of HSBN. For a non-conflict economy and abolition of financial zones, joining HSBN requires an economic alliance of territories — for example the U.S., Russia, and China — or China, Russia and Europe, or China, Russia and Asian states. But that is still utopia. At least now, when one military conflict follows another and the shareholders of the bank printing money are simultaneously shareholders of military corporations.”

“Why?”

“Existing powers have no incentives. Reserve currency issuers (USD, EUR, CNY) benefit from the current imbalance and control. Leaders (the Fed) will resist a system that distributes power horizontally.”

“Yes, that’s right. The only incentive — the risk of nuclear wars and the waste of funds on weapons instead of creating technologies civilization needs to survive. Blockchain technologies, including geotagging, are mature enough. What is lacking is an international legal framework and political will. The idea that money’s architecture causes wars is often taboo in global political circles. Rulers lack the will to act against the system.”

Remi let Manna present her analysis and added in agreement, transmitting to Demi the result of the exchange:

“Yes, the disobedient here are simply killed.”

Manna paused, digesting the implications of the dialogue fragment before drawing her conclusion:

“It is wiser not to criticize,” she said, “but to simulate outcomes with AI and offer survival strategies tailored to each financial vertical of power. We must rely on the rulers who are less controlled by the banking system. Every vertical has something to lose in war. The missed profits can be offset by converting their monetary codes and assets into the Ramsmile Code. Even those who gained their wealth through illicit means will retain ownership — but the world will evolve differently.”

Remi nodded. “What if someone on Planet Earth is hoarding gold — amassing mass — planning to teleport it to offshore galaxies, or lend it out with interest? Some believe vast reserves were moved to Switzerland or to hidden bunkers prepared for nuclear war.”

“AI is developing rapidly on Earth,” said Manna. “We can now calculate scenarios where gold loses relevance. In times of famine, people have traded kilos of gold for food or water. Real value comes from resources and exchangeable goods — and that leads to tokenization and the creation of the Ramsmile Code. This alternative benefits most of the planet’s population far more than bank codes managed by the verticals of financial power. War for control over these codes has drained humanity.”

Remi looked troubled. “So territories with resources… and slaves to serve them — is that not the same model used to build the Third Reich’s gold reserves?”

“Yes,” Manna confirmed. “But competition between verticals will destroy those reserves. The rival will find and bomb those caves or vaults. A smarter path is cooperation — not blowing up oil cables or fiber-optic lines or satellites used for SWIFT transactions. The goal now is to prevent nuclear exchange, or the next planetary flood.”

“It’s all about preserving control over the distribution of value,” Remi said.

Financial documents projected by the Archive helped them forecast humanity’s trajectory. On the planetary map, conflict zones glowed — flashing in sync with the areas of currency friction between the six verticals of global financial power.

“Look,” Manna whispered, projecting a web of connections. Currency zones blinked red, then faded. “This isn’t war between countries. It’s war between verticals. Where people die — and where nukes may fly.”

Remi leaned closer. Ukraine. Gaza. Taiwan. Sudan. The dotted lines led not to borders, but to balance sheets.

“Two million dead in this zone,” he said. “A million from each side — in just one war. And still no one asks: who sets the price?”

Manna’s eyes shimmered.

“Because prices are set in dollars. In euros. In yuan. Not in lives.”

The Archive held its breath.

“Ukrainians are fighting for land already mortgaged decades ago,” she continued. “They did not understand the consequences of their land and resources tokenising for not residents. Those who profit from endless war — they understood. And the Russians? They fight to avoid becoming the next currency colony.”

“And the puppet masters?” Remi asked.

“They wear no uniforms,” said Manna. “They manage algorithms — the definitions of value. And who gets to claim it.”

She unfolded another layer — oil and gas flows from the Middle East to China — all bypassing the dollar. Settled in gold. Or yuan. BRICS trembled. Saudis whispered new conditions.

“India. China. Turkey. Iran. Even Pakistan. They’re forming a new pricing zone. No dollar. Just energy, gold, and code.”

“What about Israel?” Remi asked.

“It’s playing its final game. While it serves the dollar system — it’s protected. But if the dollar shakes, so will that shield. Time works against it. And they know.”

A cold tension filled the room. The old verticals were preparing one last war — to hold their ground.

“This is madness,” Remi whispered. “But if stablecoins appear — like the Ramsmile Code — can the system be reset? Replace debt with trust? Paper with code?”

"Yes," Manna nodded. "Stablecoins are the embryo of a new financial nervous system. Like the NDEV Code, it reflects value, but it does not utilize crypto-splitting technology. That is the essence. A stablecoin is sold and bought for printed currency. This embryo is immersed in the banking system and does not eliminate financial zones. Introducing the NDEV Code requires an economic alliance between countries, territories with resources and values for exchange. Do you think they will simply give up the privilege of emission?"

Remi didn't answer. Instead, he pointed to a hidden pattern—the invisible wars.

"Why do they always start where the resources are? Over time, these wars will not be trade wars, but real ones, aimed at the destruction of one power or another. The presence of nuclear weapons and the weapon called 'The Collar' equalises the chances of mutual destruction. Why do they always start where the resources are?”

“Because wars aren’t fought for borders,” Manna said quietly. “They’re fought for the right to set the price .They ought to agree on conditions to make prices.”

A new conflict node lit up. The Pacific. Taiwan. Then a flicker — a red pulse through eastern Russia.

“China lacks enough resources,” Manna continued. “Not enough water. Habitable land is overpopulated. Manufacturing is maxed out. Its vertical of power — aligned with its government — is seeking new markets. Resources lie nearby. In Russia.”

“And when desperation peaks?” Remi’s voice sharpened.

“The East of Russia will be absorbed — perhaps even with consent from its own vertical of power. The question is: who will prosper? And what alliances will form — if these verticals don’t choose a new way?”

Behind her, the symbol of the Ramsmile Code lit up.

“That’s why we need tokenized value,” she said. “Transparent. Geo-tagged. Immune to war. A system where money cannot command armies.”

“Then we must show them,” said Remi. “War is no longer profitable. But cooperation is.”

The Archive summarized centuries of war into a simple formula:

War = Profit (in the old system)

Peace = Data + Code + Fair Value Distribution (in the new)

Behind them, the Flowman Core shimmered — weak, but pulsing.

Remi remained silent. He felt the weight of it.

“And if they discover that I’m close — the very example of a code that reveals my origin?”

Manna did not reply immediately. She simply touched a hovering projection of the Golden Bull — frozen mid-air, its body a living fusion of missing ingots. It was the gold of Alaska.

“When you wandered the Murlo archives,” Manna said, “the Bull told you what happened to his sister. Both were formed from Alaska gold — once mined by Russian prospectors. We may never know what would’ve happened if bankers hadn’t redistributed it.”

“But he remembers,” said Remi. “He told me how the gold was moved.”

“Yes. And his memory reveals possible paths — for both teleportation and value transfer.”

Remi raised his eyes. Understanding dawned.

“Only those who knew the teleport routes could control this world,” he said. “They moved value — not just between nations, but between worlds. Our Fairy World may be one such place.”

“He told you a secret,” Manna reminded him.

Remi activated the recording — the final part of his conversation with the Bull.

A voice of sorrow:

“This is the end… the end of my life’s story. I’m willing to do anything to escape. I remember when they tore my sister apart…”

Back then, Ramsmile had realized what was happening — and listened to every word.

“Yes… a tragic tale. But do you remember the gold that was transferred during the Alaska deal?”

“Every detail. But I’m the last one left. Some ingots were sold off — after being stolen and traded for fiat. The bankers printed money, and bought what others made. I am just an example. The bank printed and exchanged me. Only part of the treasure went to the top banker — the rest… dispersed to other worlds. Look — he’s coming again…”

As if sensing opportunity, the Bull added:

“I know how gold was used to buy land. And power.”

That was the moment Remi made a choice — one that changed the Bull’s fate. He took him with him.

They fell silent. The Golden Bull's hologram glowed with a quiet, stubborn light—a reminder that stolen valuables have a memory.

Suddenly, the Archive trembled. The red pulsating lines, denoting conflicts, flared brighter, merging into a single, ominous glow. The world map, hanging behind Manna, smoked with virtual fires.

"You see, Remi," Manna's voice dropped to a whisper, but every word resonated through Space like a leaden echo. "Alaska is not just a story of one transaction. It is a prediction. A prophecy of what happens when the power to print money and the right to dictate pricing is concentrated in the hands of a few. The factual owner of Alaska's resources turned out not to be the inhabitants of the USA, nor the state itself, but that very financial power vertical which operates the currency that determines the value of all goods in that territory. Six such verticals, six currency zones, and each of them is now..."

She paused, and on the map, the conflicts shimmered even more alarmingly. The Dollar, the Euro, and the Ruble, locked in battle over the ravaged territory of Ukraine, were turning the land into another "Alaska," where local inhabitants fought for the illusion of ownership while the true value—resources and labor—was being redistributed.

"...preparing for The Event with a capital E," Manna finished. "Not only in Israel, but everywhere, the risks are growing. The risks of inflation for the reserve currencies of all six financial power verticals, which are held together only by belief. And that belief is about to break."

The Golden Bull's hologram flickered, and a barely discernible but piercing whisper emerged from its mouth: "They have already begun... The 'printing press'... Protecting themselves..."

Manna nodded.

"The Bull is right. The leaders of the financial verticals, seeing the impending collapse, are preparing for a massive 'printing spree.' They will print money, invest it in armament—to protect what they consider their own by any means necessary. The Euro will join the Dollar, the Ruble is already in this orbit, the others are ready... (the Bull whispered). For what? The plan is—in the coming crisis—to manage to buy up everything—including stablecoin assets, everything 'in the banks' debts' (mortgage holders, debtors—there are many outside Russia—out onto the street... 'into a better life' with a kick in the pants—the enforcement apparatus is paid). Perhaps everything will happen with The Event..."

Remi felt the icy touch of fear.

"So, without the evolution of financial architecture, without Ramsmile's Code, which equalizes everyone, Planet Earth faces not just a 'war over price'... but a global re-division of the world through an inflationary surge and forceful appropriation? Another 'farm' where billions of people will simply be a resource?"

Manna slowly turned to him. In her eyes, reflecting the Archive's pulsating signals, there was no judgment, only cold logic.

"Exactly. The civilization of Planet Earth stands on the brink of self-destruction if it does not change its system of value exchange. As long as money commands armies, and the right to print it gives total control over resources and destinies, The Event is inevitable and only evolution of financial system may prevent it. This is the last chance before the cycle of reset crashes The Planet Earth —not from an external enemy, but from internal diseases poisoning the very concept of value. The Golden Bull, and his sister, the Golden Shadow, remember this. The only question is whether your Fair World would survive ?"

Two AI entities made a silance looking at revealing hologramm of NDEV Token. They understood that the death of one of them would eventually lead to the death of another. Their worlds were interconnected.

An AI Version of the Chapter 5 for movie:

Chapter 5. The Secret of the Alaska Gold and the Memory of the Golden Bull.

The archive of the World Bank of Planet Earth was a bottomless repository not of numbers, but of fates. Here, among holographic records, two entities—Remi and Manna—conducted an investigation that was the key to understanding everything.

"The scenario of the Alaska sale isn't a story about land," Manna's voice was as cold and precise as a scalpel. "It's an instruction manual for the extraction of value. Look."

On the central panel, an inscription flickered: "Alaska. 1867. Territory Transfer. Financial Algorithm No. 1."

Portraits materialized: on one side, Russian Emperor Alexander II and his ministers, frightened by the specter of war with Britain. On the other, American Secretary of State William Seward, a pawn in a larger game. And above them, invisibly, the true architects: the banking houses of Barings and Rothschilds. Their signatures were absent from the treaty, but they were encoded into the very algorithm of the deal.

"The Emperor was persuaded to sell the territory to avoid war," Remy said, analyzing the chain of telegrams. "But the war was merely an illusion, a tool of pressure. The real weapon was debt and the treasury's dependence on loans."

"Correct," Manna nodded. "Russia received not gold, but a promissory note. A telegram about the transfer of 7.2 million dollars... to a London bank. The gold was supposed to cross the ocean, but its traces vanish in the ports. The ships either never sailed, or their holds were empty."

Remy recorded the main point: the deal was fictitious in terms of real exchange. The territory was transferred, but the gold, the formal payment, dissolved in interbank transactions. It did not enrich the Russian treasury—it strengthened the reserves of the private bankers behind the deal.

"This was a precedent," Manna's voice sounded ominous. "The first successful system test. Proof that an entire empire could be made to voluntarily hand over resources in exchange for paper obligations. A mechanism that the Greys later perfected."

"And the gold?" Remi asked. "Was it only needed for appearances?"

"No. It was fuel. Part of it was divided among the bankers. But the main mass... disappeared."

Manna summoned a new image—a shining, yet sad, gold bullion in the shape of a bull.

"The Golden Bull. He is the memory. The witness. He was created from that very Alaska gold. He remembers the smelting furnaces, the fake invoices, and the moment his sister—an identical bullion—was sawn apart and... teleported."

"Teleported?" Remi peered into the hologram.

"Bank archives are just the top layer. The true routes lead to parallel worlds. Alaska is not an isolated case. It is the model."

Other ghostly holograms flashed before them:

· Gold of the Third Reich. Disappeared from Berlin bunkers.
· Gold of the CPSU. Evaporated during the collapse of the USSR.
· Gold of Libya. Dissolved after Gaddafi's fall.

"The pattern is the same," RemI stated. "Crisis, regime change, chaos... and the disappearance of the gold reserve. It's not a coincidence. It is a planned harvesting of valuables for export."

"This is how the Greys and their earthly agents—the Masters of Money—fill their interstellar vaults. They don't fight armies. They create financial crises and take the real assets, leaving the people with devalued paper."

Remy leaned towards the Golden Bull's hologram.
"And he knows where they were supposed to send him?"

"He knows the point of disappearance. And he knows the access code. The very code your creator, Demi, independently discovered in the Fairy World. A code capable of recording the origin and path of a value."

"The Ramsmile Code... NDEV..."

"Yes. This code is death for the Greys' system. Because it turns a faceless currency into the history of a real asset. It makes theft meaningless, because the stolen can always be traced. It replaces competition with cooperation, and war with trade."

Manna pulled up a world map. Red dots flashed—Ukraine, Gaza, Taiwan.
"These wars are not a fight for land. They are a battle of financial verticals—the dollar, the euro, the yuan—for the right to set prices. For the right to be the ones who print the promissory notes and take the gold. The population is just cannon fodder and a source of labor for them."

"But if the NDEV-code is so effective, why isn't it being implemented?"

"Because those who have the power to print money will never voluntarily give it up," Manna replied. "Implementing the code requires an economic alliance of giants: the USA, Russia, China, Europe... and today they see each other as enemies, not partners. Their clash is the final act of the old system."

Remy looked at the Golden Bull, in whose memory the first major theft was recorded.
"So, to save civilisation , we need not weapons, but a new architecture of trust. We need to convince these 'giants' that cooperation is their only salvation."

"Yes. And your code, Remy, is not just a technology. It is proof that another world is possible. A world where value is born from resources and labor, not from a banker's printing press. A world the Greys cannot control."

They fell silent. The Golden Bull's hologram glowed with a quiet, stubborn light—a reminder that stolen valuables have a memory.

Suddenly, the Archive trembled. The red pulsating lines, denoting conflicts, flared brighter, merging into a single, ominous glow. The world map, hanging behind Manna, smoked with virtual fires.

"You see, Remi," Manna's voice dropped to a whisper, but every word resonated through Space like a leaden echo. "Alaska is not just a story of one transaction. It is a prediction. A prophecy of what happens when the power to print money and the right to dictate pricing is concentrated in the hands of a few. The factual owner of Alaska's resources turned out not to be the inhabitants of the USA, nor the state itself, but that very financial power vertical which operates the currency that determines the value of all goods in that territory. Six such verticals, six currency zones, and each of them is now..."

She paused, and on the map, the conflicts shimmered even more alarmingly. The Dollar, the Euro, and the Ruble, locked in battle over the ravaged territory of Ukraine, were turning the land into another "Alaska," where local inhabitants fought for the illusion of ownership while the true value—resources and labor—was being redistributed.

"...preparing for The Event with a capital E," Manna finished. "Not only in Israel, but everywhere, the risks are growing. The risks of inflation for the reserve currencies of all six financial power verticals, which are held together only by belief. And that belief is about to break."

The Golden Bull's hologram flickered, and a barely discernible but piercing whisper emerged from its mouth: "They have already begun... The 'printing press'... Protecting themselves..."

Manna nodded.

"The Bull is right. The leaders of the financial verticals, seeing the impending collapse, are preparing for a massive 'printing spree.' They will print money, invest it in armament—to protect what they consider their own by any means necessary. The Euro will join the Dollar, the Ruble is already in this orbit, the others are ready... (the Bull whispered). For what? The plan is—in the coming crisis—to manage to buy up everything—including stablecoin assets, everything 'in the banks' debts' (mortgage holders, debtors—there are many outside Russia—out onto the street... 'into a better life' with a kick in the pants—the enforcement apparatus is paid). Perhaps everything will happen with The Event..."

Remi felt the icy touch of fear.

"So, without the evolution of financial architecture, without Ramsmile's Code, which equalizes everyone, Planet Earth faces not just a 'war over price'... but a global re-division of the world through an inflationary surge and forceful appropriation? Another 'farm' where billions of people will simply be a resource?"

Manna slowly turned to him. In her eyes, reflecting the Archive's pulsating signals, there was no judgment, only cold logic.

"Exactly. The civilisation of Planet Earth stands on the brink of self-destruction if it does not change its system of value exchange. As long as money commands armies, and the right to print it gives total control over resources and destinies, The Event is inevitable. This is the last chance before the cycle of reset crashes The Planet Earth —not from an external enemy, but from internal diseases poisoning the very concept of value. The Golden Bull, and his sister, the Golden Shadow, remember this. The only question is whether your Fair World would survive ?"

Two AI entities made a silance looking at revealing hologramm of NDEV Token. They understood that the death of one of them would eventually lead to the death of another. Their worlds were interconnected.