Broken Symmetries: Age of Illuminati (12 page)

That moment, his father arrived home and came to the room, but luckily the seizure had subsided quickly. He suggested taking their daughter to the hospital using their own car because waiting for the ambulance might take longer, so the mother took the ill child onto her lap and they quickly got in the car with
Young Nimrod
on the back seat.

The father quickly drove to the nearby hospital. Fifteen minutes later, they took the child directly to the Emergency ward’s pediatric section. There doctors and nurses were able to put in a cannula after many trials into her little invisible veins, and they also put oxygen tubes into her nose. After taking the initial life saving measures, her blood was taken for medical tests and a CT-scan was taken of her brain. The little child was admitted to the pediatric ward, but only the mother was allowed to stay with the child. Both the father and
Young Nimrod
waited outside wishing for reassuring news soon which sadly did not happen.

     
Young Nimrod’s
little sister stayed for the next few weeks in the intensive care unit, and with every passing day her condition deteriorated.
Young Nimrod
needed to skip school frequently, and even when he attended some of the classes, his mind was inattentive. All he thought about was an apology he owed to his sister. He was waiting for the day to see her wake up again from her coma, speak and point to the things in the room again and call out their names with her funny and cute accent.

Unfortunately, weeks later the horrible news came. The neurologist who was in charge came to tell the parents that their child would never be able to return to her normal state. Her brain cortex was badly damaged and she would no longer remember anything. Her body was totally paralyzed and she wouldn’t be able to even chew food by herself because her mouth muscles were paralyzed too. All they could do from now on was to feed her through a tube inserted from her little nose directly to her stomach. Her brain stem was still intact which meant her breathing and heartbeat would continue, but in reality, she was in a persistent vegetative state, a situation between life and death, and nobody could do anything for her at this stage. All what could be done was to take care of what have remained of her, to feed her and clean after her until the day came when a cure was found or she finally rested in peace. That was the doctor’s conclusion.

Young Nimrod
was looking and listening to the horrible news from behind the doors, and although he couldn’t hear everything the doctor said to his parent, he knew from their emotions and responses that nothing looked good. ‘How can I apologize to my sister?’ he thought. ‘She will never hear me or remember me again.’

Since the mother was a nurse herself, later that day the hospital staff decided to discharge the disabled child to clear the intensive care unit bed for other needy and newly admitted children. They instructed the parent on how to take care of her and how to feed her through the naso-gastric tube. They also needed to administer the dissolved anti-seizure medications through the tube to prevent future seizures and to turn their daughter from side to side several times in a day to prevent her from developing bedsores.

The parents realized the new conditions they had to face. There was no cure for their child’s condition and nothing yet discovered to bring back their beloved daughter, but they decided to stay patient and to do whatever they could to take care of their disabled child until one day a cure was found.

That night they all came back to their house tired and depressed.
Young Nimrod
remembered his final words to his sister wishing that she didn’t exist;h
e
couldn’t stop crying from the guilt as he secretly hid under his blanket. When midnight came, he realized his parents had fallen asleep. He got up from bed and went close to his comatose sister. As he switched on the small light bulb beside her, he was shocked to see his sister lying on the bed like a lifeless body, and he almost didn’t recognize her. Before, she was so beautiful with full cheeks but now she was emaciated, just skin and bone. Her eyes were sunken and dry, the orbits swollen because of edema, and there were multiple lesions and previous sites of bleeding on her tongue and nose because of the tube insertion and frequent tongue biting due to the multiple seizures. With each breath
Young Nimrod
could hear a high pitch but faint sound as if she was still suffering in pain and asking for help. Her weak and thin hands were all reddish and bruised at multiple sites due to the frequent trials of cannula insertion and intravenous injections.

Young Nimrod
called his sister but she didn’t respond as she was in a deep coma. She wasn’t aware of him or anything, and the only thing she was aware of was darkness, suffering, and pain.
Young Nimrod
burst into tears. Profuse big tears came from his eyes, and the carpet beneath him became immersed in them. He closed his eyes and started to pray to ∞Illuhim∞, a prayer that he had never done so purely and humbly. He began begging to the higher being for his mercy and forgiveness. He prayed with all his heart. ‘Please forgive me for my arrogance. How dare I compare myself with Your Majesty! I’m nothing but your humble servant. Please give me back my sister, please. I will become your biggest slave in the Garden of Eden, and I will serve you forever. I will bow to you forever. I will be the slave of your slaves and you can torture me, burn me, do anything you wish to do to me, but please give my sister’s health back, please. I don’t want anything but my sister’s health back. Please give her health back, please …’

That moment a human-like figure immersed in light appeared. He looked like a perfectly symmetric being with a halo of a strong energy around him as he approached him in the darkness. The closer it came the stronger the light became, and
Young Nimrod
continued repeating his prayer hoping that his prayer was being answered. He continued to devalue himself and beg for the light figure to save his sister, but after a moment, the perfectly symmetric lighted figure stopped approaching and began to turn away from him and from his sister as if the light figure changed his mind and no longer wanted to cure the little disabled child!

‘Please come back! My sister needs you,’ he begged. ‘I will do anything you want me to do. Please come back, please, please, please. Why you don’t forgive me?’ He continued to cry with his eyes closed, then a warm hand touched his shoulder.

“He can’t cure your sister,” a voice behind him said.

Young Nimrod
opened his eyes and saw his father’s hand on his shoulder.

“But why?” he said.

The father came closer to him. “Because ∞Illuhim∞ doesn’t exist. The only one who can do something for your sister is you.”

“How?”
Young Nimrod
asked desperately.

“You can become a smart doctor and cure her,” his father said.

“But there are no cures for her condition,” he said.

“You can find one,” his father said. “Your sister is not the only one suffering from this condition. There are many other kids like her, and it’s nobody’s fault. The world we live in is imperfect and it’s the job of smart people like you to think and find a solution to relieve Nature’s imperfections.”

His father’s words were very effective; they ignited the god inside
Young Nimrod
and gave him hope again. The next day, he went to school. His attention to his lessons improved and he was able to answer most of the questions again by himself. His confidence returned, and the smile gradually returned to his face. Even though his sister’s condition didn’t get better,
Young Nimrod
was hopeful that one day he would be the one who found a cure for his little sister and then apologize to her.

From that moment onwards, he started reading complex medical and neurological topics online and asked his father to buy for him medical textbooks. He was only nine years old by then so many of these books were clearly out of his league, but he was so determined that nothing at that stage seemed to stop him from his goals. He always kept on his desk a picture he took with his little sister when she was healthy, and the picture was fuel for him to keep studying and looking for a cure for her sister’s condition. Day by day he was closer to understanding her illness and the available treatments which were all palliative and non-curative measures. The more he studied his sister’s condition the more he understood the difficulty of saving her.

The main reason for his sister’s paralyses was due to the extensive degeneration of her cortical neurons. These neurons were responsible for holding long term memory, implicit and explicit, conscious awareness and all the other information required to make the body function correctly. The promising thing was that children’s brain were more plastic than adults which meant their neurons could regenerate, so with time, the partial paralyses could be alleviated by properly exercising the limbs. Also, stem cell and genetic engineering by that time was making promising leaps. The only problem with conditions similar to his sister’s was that even if the cortical neurons are regenerated the information and the memory wouldn’t be retrieved. In other words, it would be like having a damaged computer. Even if you could restore the corrupted hardware, there would be the chance that the corrupted or deleted files would not be able to be restored without a backup.

Young Nimrod
thought that a large portion of his sister’s memory and personality was already backed up in his own brain since he used to play and spend a lot of time with her. He remembered everything about her: her personality, her voice, and what made her happy or sad. He thought if science advanced enough it should be able to track his sister’s data and information in his own brain and then it should be able to transfer it back to his sister’s brain.

***

Young Nimrod
began his scientific journey at a very early stage of his life spending most of his time reading lots of recent papers and books on his sister’s condition. He emailed various labs around the world faking his age and representing himself as an interested PhD student through which he was able to share many of his ideas with them. He was hoping that some of his ideas would be taken seriously, and he himself was working on the details as he have already found some theoretical solutions for his sister’s condition. He thought that by the end of the following year that he would have a complete model and design on how to fix and restore the permanent cortical brain damage. However, the technicality was still a major obstacle for him, he needed some time to arrange for the necessary tools and equipment to achieve the intended goal. Nevertheless, everything now appeared clear to him that within a short time he would be curing his sister and apologizing to her again.

That day he came back from the school skipping all the way home from happiness. As his mother opened the door for him she saw her smart young son with a wide smile on his face.

“Mother, I promise you will see my sister recover. I have found out how to cure her condition, so just wait for me!” he said to his mother eagerly.

“I’m proud of you, son, and I believe you can do it,” she said.

In the night,
Young Nimrod
arranged the list of things he needed to collect to build his own lab and translate his theories into practice. He thought to himself, ‘Everything is ready. Now, I can keep my promise to my mother and not only protect my sister but save her too.’ He remembered his father’s strong words which had ignited the god inside of him again. ‘I’m now much stronger, much smarter. I have taken the challenge from Nature and I will win soon. I feel like I’m God,’ he thought to himself.

That night he had a comfortable sleep for the first time since his sister’s condition. When he woke up the next day, his eyes were still half opened but he could see his parents were confused, worried and in a hurry again! He saw his mother holding his little sister in her lap and rushing out. ‘What is happening!’ he thought to himself as he quickly jumped out from his bed without changing his pajamas and ran after them toward the car. He put himself into the back seat again before the car started to move. What he saw in the car was his worst nightmare. His little sister was gasping her last breaths. She was fighting death, and it seemed to be her last few minutes in life. Her eyes rolled upward and she was extremely pale. His mother was trying to sense her carotid pulse in her neck, and she was still able to feel the pulsation. She kept saying, “Please keep strong until we arrive, please.” In a few minutes with father’s speedy driving, they were able to arrive at the hospital. Their child was breathing hard but her pulse was getting weaker and weaker, so the doctors decided immediately to intubate her to assist her breathing. They didn’t know yet what could be causing her condition to exacerbate so suddenly. Her brain stem was now in danger, and if the neurons in that part of her brain degenerated then the breathing and heartbeat would stop permanently and everything would go forever.

After taking her to the respiratory care unit,
Young Nimrod
and his parents were waiting outside cautiously hoping for any good news. For
Young Nimrod,
this was emotionally the most intensive moment in his life. ‘I need her to stay alive at least for another month,’ he thought to himself.  He started to pray again to ∞Illuhim∞ in his heart. ‘Please keep her alive, just for another month, or maybe another week. Please give me this chance. I know I was arrogant again, and I placed myself in your position. I admit I’m the scum among your creations, and I deserve your ultimate punishment, but please my sister has nothing to do with that, she is pure, innocent, and needs your help.’ He kept reciting these words while his hands were shaking and his heartbeat started to increase. ‘I can’t lose her now after all I did in the last year to save her!’