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Before the “Fisher case,” Dom Cobb worked almost without sleep. His team of psychoanalysts performs an extremely difficult task—not to steal, but to “integrate” an idea into the businessman's subconscious so that he remembers the password to his wallet.
He drew diagrams of levels and modeled traps of the subconscious. But the more he immersed himself in the diagrams, the more he realized that this “mission” was not at all like the previous ones. Ivan, the client, behaved as if he was hiding something much more than corporate interests.
Before the first training “immersion into the consciousness” of the test subject, a crypto investor, Cobb asked Maria to create a simple, almost empty space: a room, a table, an old metal safe in the corner. Seemingly to test Ivan's reaction to the intervention. But as soon as the businessman was in the dream, the projections began to flicker, as if guarding something invisible.
Dom approached the safe—there was no lock. This meant that Maria had not created the safe: it came from Ivan's own subconscious.
“What are you hiding?” Cobb thought, blocking the businessman's consciousness from his own thoughts, and lightly touched the door. Surprisingly, the old, gray safe opened by itself.
Inside was a thin sheet of paper with twelve English words that made no sense together. Cobb instantly recognized the structure of a cryptocurrency wallet seed phrase. Ivan had hidden it where he thought no one would ever find it. But Dom had gotten to it.
When everyone woke up, Cobb felt a strange heaviness in his chest. Of course, he had no intention of stealing anything. He wanted to make a deal, clear his name, and return to his children. However, the thought that Ivan's subconscious held the “key” to a fortune to which he had lost access haunted him.
At night, sitting in front of his old laptop in a hotel room, Dom opened Ivan's crypto wallet. The amount of crypto in the account made his mouth go dry, but he couldn't cross the line.
Stealing ideas, including those of competitors, is not the direct job of a corporate psychoanalyst-hypnotist, but Dom often practiced this for a fee. Stealing money, however, is a criminal offense. And this was no longer about level architecture, but about that key phrase to the wallet that still pulsed in his memory. Ivan seemed to sense something and looked at him suspiciously, but asked no questions.
The night before the “dive,” Dom made a decision: he would use the seed phrase only after the mission was complete, if Ivan did not keep his word. It was his insurance. Cobb put the piece of paper in the inside pocket of the coat he wore only for special operations.
