Ever-Life the Two Book Set: The C.P.T Incident and Time Trust (22 page)

“Okay…”

“ In order to be ‘duplicated’; one has to have a particular genetic code.”

Dr. LuAnne slowly pulled the gurney’s sheet back
, revealing Richard’s body, wearing nothing but a loincloth. Angie jumped a little.

“I can’t be
lieve I just met my grandfather, and now, he is here, like this.”

Angie took a breath.

“What do you do first?”

“I know this is hard for anyone, even a nurse
… First, with Richard, we are not duplicating, we are reviving him. This process is ‘tran-stosis’. You may know it as reanimating, or cellular activation. And it also includes thought reproduction.”

“Tran-stosis, hmm; why not duplicate? I mean
, look at the bullet holes…”

“Because; although,
our technology may be futuristic, by your standards; unfortunately, one can only be duplicated once; and, the doctor has already undergone the process before.”

Angie giggled sarcastically, “…Another thing they didn’
t teach us in nursing school.”

“Sorry?”

“It’s not important. Okay; so tran-stosis; how do you activate cellular growth?”

“Well, principally, you know the concept of jolting a heart, when electric shock is administered to defibrillate?”

“Yes, fibrillation-electrical signals gone wild, the heart does not pump, it flutters, out of rhythm. It may stop beating altogether.”

“Exactly, so we administer electric shock
, to de-fibrillate, and stop the fluttering, zap it back, into normal rhythm. Or, f it is altogether stopped, the hope is to start it beating again.”

“Basic nursing to us
, too; I understand?”

“At the same time, we
rejuvenate individual body cells, not just the heart. If a cell dies, we can shock and nourish it back to health too.”

“Really; so, can you stop the aging process?”

“You are way ahead of me, thinking that. Let’s stick to this patient.”

“Sorry;
how does that work?”

“We are going to send
cell doctors, inside of him; to make a house call on every cell in his body. They are sort of machines, but not. I believe your ancient researchers coined the phrase, Nanites, or Nanoprobes, on the surface.”

“What do you call them?”

“We call them, Fix-its; but Nanites is fine. Anyway, we grow them. We don’t build them; and they are not part of any semiconductor chip technology. They are organic, and constructed based on a patient’s DNA. We program them with directions. We inject; they do their thing, and each cell’s synaptic profile is defibrillated and reactivated. Then, they nourish each cell back to health.”

“That is what you are going to do, here?”

“Yes, partly; listen, Angie, I am sorry you had to witness the shooting in the morgue. But here, you will see the wonder of Ever-Life. You ready?”

“Wonder of Ever-Life huh?” Angie nodded,
questioning.

LuAnne went to the glass refrigeration cabinet behind her. She withdrew
a five-inch by seven-inch mirrored box. In it, were four, small, clear cylindrical syringes, covered at one end.

“I hate needles,” Angie said.

“We gave them up,
long ago,”

Angie pi
cked up and studied a cylinder. “We had courses on Nanite technology, but ours are micro chip based, not organic. I never got close to the real thing before; much less, witness anything like this.”

“Ea
ch Nanite is about a hundredth the size of an average cell. We have organic computers that construct and program each one, based on many variables: cause, time of death, medical history, and most of all, each contain the information of the patient’s DNA.”

“Organic computers?”

“Yes, for all practical purposes down here, they are as alive as we are; and quite fascinating to work with. I am sure you will learn as you go.”

Angie smiled respectfully. “I hope so. I could spend a lifetime studying this alone. What is the next step?”

Angie handed the cylinder to the doctor.

“As they are injected into the blood, the Nanit
es self-circulate, while they multiply to the same number of synaptic connections in every system of the body. Then, they position and synchronize, to deploy-activate, as close to the same time as possible. Just to give you an idea of the magnitude here; we calculate between 500-750 trillion synaptic connections, in the average human body. So, the Nanites have to multiply very quickly.”

“Woe,” sa
id Angie, “the wonder of medicine.”

“Yes, it is unbelievable to me
, at times, too. After the successful defibrillation, they feed and nurse the individual cells. Once the cells are functioning normally, the Nanites dissolve. They expel, as waste, through normal body secretions and digestion. They leave no trace. If activation does not happen with the first charge, they will try again. If no success after three cycles, we inject again.”

“So they can multiply that fast, and
attach to every single nerve’s contact?”

“Yep, ever
y one, bone, muscle, fat; any organ, brain, blood… I am sure I left something out; but, the point is, all of them will defibrillate in unison.”

     
              Angie watched, as LuAnne sprayed her hands with a peculiar pink colored aerosol that dried on contact.

“This is a combination of a
sterilizing wash and surgical gloves.”

Then
, Dr. Lu picked up a cylinder and took the small cap, off the top. Each cylinder was a one-inch diameter by five-inch long clear material, but not plastic or glass. Carefully, she touched it against Dr. Richard’s chest, just below his breastbone. Angie saw her squeeze the cylinder gently and heard a poof. The doctor repeated a second injection, into his right inner thigh. Angie stared at the body.

“When will we know?”

“Watch the wall monitor,” LuAnne said.

She touched the
screen, and a full size hologram of Richard appeared a foot above his body. The two studied the hologram, and watched the Nanites spread.

“They look like a swarm of bees,” Angie said.

Within thirty seconds, the entire hologram filled with Nanites. Dr. looked at her Knofer.

“They are synchronizing
now. Angie, please go to the refrigerator, over there? Yes, there; open the small door, and bring me the wine glass inside.”

“I remember this. In the morgue,
Dr. Richard had Mr. Sheldon drink, from one, just like this?”

“Yes? I
t stimulates the part of the brain that processes memories. Without getting too long winded; and, considering our different definitions of structures; let me just say, the drink enables the patient to remember ‘certain’ life necessities and experiences.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your heart is not the only thing that beats in rhythm. Besides, as you know, it has its own electrical system. My point is that, very system, in the body, has a rhythm. Every atom in a cell has a tone or vibration. Duplicate a particular tone, or vibration; and you duplicate the mass or energy. In this case, that means kick starting the function. The body has to remember how to live. Each cell has to remember its ‘involuntary’ behaviors-to breathe, to sense, to function. The Nanites jumpstart everything, duplicating the energy; and, then, they hand it off to the original player-the particular cell. But, it is short term. The patient must drink this elixir. The chemistry, in this, feeds the body and triggers function memories, which each cell stores, within its nucleus. We consider a cell’s functional memories, a shadow of a thought. Obviously the brain also remembers all functions. You’ve heard it said, ‘how big is a thought,’ right?”

“So
, where is this, shadow of thought?”

“I
t is within every, individual cell, at the point of origin. However, in cases of ‘duplication’, this may or may not be the case. The Elixir helps overall cellular recall, but we are not sure how much. How big is a thought, really?”

“And you are not sure how long the drink’s effects last?”

“True, that is a big question. We must continue timely drinks, until we can replant the entire adult memory, permanently. We do that via our headset process. That is why Mr. Sheldon’s C.P.T. is so revolutionary to us. It allows for total cellular recall and ‘complete’ personality trait transfer.”

“Wow, good
thing you know so much, about Mr. Sheldon’s discovery. And there is an alternative to using his C.P.T.?”

Dr. LuAnne took a headset out of the cabinet, and showed it to Angie.

“This is what we use in addition to the drink. It enables transplant of thought, but it does not insure all personality traits, like C.P.T. does. The truth is, the math and physics say C.P.T. is full proof. I’ve done the calculations and I have the instructions to perform it. But I don’t have the catalyst bath needed to hold the serum extraction. That is critical for success. So for now, it is the drink and headset.”

“Dr. B says I am the bath. I would be glad to help any way I can.”

“I don’t understand. He told you, you are the catalyst bath?”

“Yes; he said my DNA,
genetic code, is the serum donor bath.”

Then
, LuAnn’s Knofer ticked; and they both turned to Richard.

“Look,” Angie said, “he is moving.”

“Yes, lift his head; give him a sip.”

The glow in the hologram stopped
. Dr. LuAnne touched the wall; and, the 3D image disappeared.

Angie gently lifted
his head up and touched the rim of the glass to his lips. Dr. Richard blinked and sucked in a quick deep breath. Then, he took a sip of the drink and opened his eyes.

“Thank God,” Angie whispered. “Dr. Richard…Grandpa?”

The first thing he saw was Angie’s face.

“Hello, my dear…”

Then he turned and saw Dr. LuAnne.

“Well; Dr. Lu., hello;
I did not expect you. Angie, may I have a little more of that?”

“Yes
; of course.”

Richard drank again
. Slowly, he moved his arms and legs. When he looked at his chest, he said, “Did a freight train hit me?”

“You will feel
better with time,” LuAnne said. “You know the drill, Doctor. Keep drinking…Angie, watch him. I will be back, in a minute.”

Luanne went to her private office
, through the doors on the other side of the room. She put a headset on, took out her Knofer, and made a call.

“Si
r, we have revived Dr. Richard. Angie says her DNA has the correct genetic code to duplicate the catalyst bath.”

“Do you have both manuscripts there?”

“Yes, Dave Marshall recovered the other one, and gave it to me.”

“Can you use her?”

“I don’t know. I’ll see.”

“Can Richard help?”

“I will talk to him, when he is up to it.”

“Time is running out, Doctor.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Contact me as soon as you know anything.”

Chapter 24

The Police Station

Ralph Walker sat alone, tired and hungry in the Arden Police station, waiting for a copy of his statement about the kidnapping of Angie Esposito.

“Mr. Walker,
thank you for your time,” Sgnt Wells said. “Please sign this; and you can be on your way.”

Ralph scribbled his name;
and, at the same time, noticed a woman walk by the office door.

“Oh my, that’s
my supervisor, Barb Sawyer. Woe, it’s 8a.m.; I’ll bet she is not a happy camper. She was on night shift with me.”

He shook hands with Wells
, walked out, over to Barb, and tapped her on her shoulder.

“Barb goo
d morning. I don’t believe you are here?”

“Morning, Ralph; no I’m not
, really. They had a car come and get me…You?”

“Me, hah; I was on my way to see you
, when they stopped me and brought me here. Angie was kidnapped.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I just signed the police statement. Have you met this guy Burns, yet?”

“No; what about
Angie?”

“I wish I knew.”

“Well, you wouldn’t believe what happened at the hospital, while you were gone, either.”

Just then, Jak
e Burns walked into the station, sipping his coffee. He noticed the couple right away and snickered, “Good morning you two…Long night? You must be, Barb Sawyer.”

“Yes;
I am.”

“Ms
. Sawyer, please follow me. Mr. Walker, right? You can go. Don’t get lost, again. We will need you.”

“What about Angie, for God’s sake?”