to be…”
“Halted?”
asked Peter, again catching Isaac’s thought in mid-phrase.
“Yes,
and that’s the goal of our scientific society.”
Isaac
liked Peter. What a pleasure it really was to talk to an intelligent
individual. Memories of Pascal came flooding back.
“Don’t
be afraid, tell me.” – Peter’s hint brought Isaac back to reality.
“You
remind me of a friend of mine. He understood everything before I finished
saying it too.
“Did
he die?”
“To
some extent. He’s a brainless Veggie now.”
“Well,
it happens. What I dislike about this business is the general degeneration. And
it’s very strange that UNICOMA doesn’t publish statistics on the children born
to Veggies. They publish all sorts of things, but they don’t disclose that
information. I rummaged in the Internet recently and discovered that the
Veggies’ kids are all Veggies too. They’re born straight away without any
orange energy. UNICOMA is searching for the reason, for a cure. Now that it’s
surfaced, they don’t try to conceal the fact any more. They say this is a new
problem, but sooner or later they’ll fix it.”
“Yes,
I read that too. Just how they intend to fix it isn’t clear. An energy
transplant? They have the technology but there’s a lot they don’t know about
it. I don’t think they’ll be able to develop it further in the near future
without Link.”
“They’re
hoping it’s a developmental thing and the energy will come. And some children,
just a few, are born with some creativity. After all, the oldest child born to
two Happies is still only five. Anyway, have I answered your question? Drop
this circus act and tell me what you came for, or is the answer already enough
for you?
“They
really do not understand all about the system, because they haven’t downloaded
Professor Link. This is something I know for sure”- Isaac added emphatically.
“You
suppose so?”
“I
know so”.
“Wow!
How could you know that?” - Wolansky’s intonation told him he can stop worrying
to be kicked out without finishing.
Isaac
couldn’t tell Pierre about Link yet, that he had seen the precise statistics on
newborn children. Yes, some children did have creativity, which was true. Only
no one had done a DNA analysis. It wasn’t certain that mum and dad were both
Veggies. After all, there were enough cuckolds around and maybe UNICOMA had
implanted embryos from normal people in Veggie women, who could tell? The
important thing was that the conversation with Peter Wolanski was encouraging
and he felt he could actually start talking.
“Put
it this way, now I’m prepared to ask… not just to ask my question, but to
explain my idea…”
Peter
leaned forward, clearly eager to know.
“I
want to destroy this technology. Demolish the system. Destroy it physically or
ideologically. Or invent some kind of virus. I want to stop UNICOMA and the
wholesale stupefaction.”
“And
how do you intend to do it? Is this a plan or just a naked idea?”
“An
idea Peter, as yet it’s only an idea. No plan. But you have to fight fire with
fire. I want to oppose collective intellect with collective intellect. But
living one. I’m putting together a team and looking for fellow thinkers to set
the human race back on its previous path. That’s my scientific society.”
“And
you came to me with this?”
Peter
was clearly astounded at the scale of the concept. He could see that Isaac
wasn’t joking and he wasn’t insane. Which meant he was absolute serious. Seeing
Peter’s response, Isaac regretted that the idea of the scientific society had
occurred to him too late. If it had come sooner, perhaps he could have reached
an arrangement with Michelle Blanche.
“You’re
crazy because it’s impossible. You’re a genius, if you pull it off,” Wolanski
declared.
“Let’s
just say my rating is 57,555, and I’m by no means the biggest brain box. There
are heavier people than that. Did you hear about the terrorist
“Halted?”
asked Peter, again catching Isaac’s thought in mid-phrase.
“Yes,
and that’s the goal of our scientific society.”
Isaac
liked Peter. What a pleasure it really was to talk to an intelligent
individual. Memories of Pascal came flooding back.
“Don’t
be afraid, tell me.” – Peter’s hint brought Isaac back to reality.
“You
remind me of a friend of mine. He understood everything before I finished
saying it too.
“Did
he die?”
“To
some extent. He’s a brainless Veggie now.”
“Well,
it happens. What I dislike about this business is the general degeneration. And
it’s very strange that UNICOMA doesn’t publish statistics on the children born
to Veggies. They publish all sorts of things, but they don’t disclose that
information. I rummaged in the Internet recently and discovered that the
Veggies’ kids are all Veggies too. They’re born straight away without any
orange energy. UNICOMA is searching for the reason, for a cure. Now that it’s
surfaced, they don’t try to conceal the fact any more. They say this is a new
problem, but sooner or later they’ll fix it.”
“Yes,
I read that too. Just how they intend to fix it isn’t clear. An energy
transplant? They have the technology but there’s a lot they don’t know about
it. I don’t think they’ll be able to develop it further in the near future
without Link.”
“They’re
hoping it’s a developmental thing and the energy will come. And some children,
just a few, are born with some creativity. After all, the oldest child born to
two Happies is still only five. Anyway, have I answered your question? Drop
this circus act and tell me what you came for, or is the answer already enough
for you?
“They
really do not understand all about the system, because they haven’t downloaded
Professor Link. This is something I know for sure”- Isaac added emphatically.
“You
suppose so?”
“I
know so”.
“Wow!
How could you know that?” - Wolansky’s intonation told him he can stop worrying
to be kicked out without finishing.
Isaac
couldn’t tell Pierre about Link yet, that he had seen the precise statistics on
newborn children. Yes, some children did have creativity, which was true. Only
no one had done a DNA analysis. It wasn’t certain that mum and dad were both
Veggies. After all, there were enough cuckolds around and maybe UNICOMA had
implanted embryos from normal people in Veggie women, who could tell? The
important thing was that the conversation with Peter Wolanski was encouraging
and he felt he could actually start talking.
“Put
it this way, now I’m prepared to ask… not just to ask my question, but to
explain my idea…”
Peter
leaned forward, clearly eager to know.
“I
want to destroy this technology. Demolish the system. Destroy it physically or
ideologically. Or invent some kind of virus. I want to stop UNICOMA and the
wholesale stupefaction.”
“And
how do you intend to do it? Is this a plan or just a naked idea?”
“An
idea Peter, as yet it’s only an idea. No plan. But you have to fight fire with
fire. I want to oppose collective intellect with collective intellect. But
living one. I’m putting together a team and looking for fellow thinkers to set
the human race back on its previous path. That’s my scientific society.”
“And
you came to me with this?”
Peter
was clearly astounded at the scale of the concept. He could see that Isaac
wasn’t joking and he wasn’t insane. Which meant he was absolute serious. Seeing
Peter’s response, Isaac regretted that the idea of the scientific society had
occurred to him too late. If it had come sooner, perhaps he could have reached
an arrangement with Michelle Blanche.
“You’re
crazy because it’s impossible. You’re a genius, if you pull it off,” Wolanski
declared.
“Let’s
just say my rating is 57,555, and I’m by no means the biggest brain box. There
are heavier people than that. Did you hear about the terrorist
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