Ever-Life the Two Book Set: The C.P.T Incident and Time Trust by Andrew Sarkady Page B
Authors: Andrew Sarkady
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know this, Matt. I’ve been theorizing, hypothesizing, formulating and testing for over four decades about this. I really don’t know , if I’m ready. But, I know one thing…”
“What’s that?”
“…I know that I have to see this through, no matter how it ends. I am going to see this through.”
Bellos put his hand on Jack’s shoulder.
“I can’t know what you know here, Buddy. We never talked about it; but I can support you, and I do.”
Jus t then, they both looked at the entyway, as the revolving front door swiveled, and the tall unmistakable frame of Gordon Swanson walked in. He saw the two immediately and smiled at them.
“Good evening , Mathew.”
“Good evening, Sir. You know Jack Sheldon, Chief of Research at the Complex.”
Swanson extended his hand.
“Yes, hi Jack…Too bad we only see each other during special occasions. I’ve always wanted to get to know you better.”
“Thank you. I’m speechless.”
“I trus t that will not be the case tonight. Come, let’s sit, eat and talk. I’m most interested in hearing what you have to say.”
The maître d’ led the three to a small cozy room , with only one table, and began serving them like kings. Gordon Swanson took the lead and got right to the point.
“So, Jack; you two and the Complex’s research successes have made quite a name for us all, in the quest to improve the human condition. I am here, because the recent request that Mathew has suggested is intriguing, but it’s void in some aspects. I want to understand the exact objectives of the equipment regarding your proposal. I’d like some details; sort of fill in the blanks, if you don’t mind?”
“Jack,” said Matt quietly, “the descriptions in your report are in most respects technically clear and reasonable. On the other hand, I’ve known you 25- years and there’s never been this kind of; of mist-fog, in some areas of your report. I-we, think we know why you are asking for the equipment; but truly, Jack; you are talking about reanimating a life; aren’t you? I’m not reading this incorrectly; am I? You can’t keep this secret to those you trust enough to ask for help.”
Then, Bellos sat back , and wiped his mouth with a napkin. All three were silent, until Jack spoke.
“I don’t mean to be selfish here. I know this is the biggest discovery of my life; and, perhaps it will change everyone’s perspective in general. It’s just that I , alone, have to take this to the next step, without anyone else in harm’s way. Let there be no misunderstanding; you are correct. I have completed the written proofs. The formulations and equations say it all. But, I have to be the guinea pig; no one else. I will let you read it all; and, if you agree, we go; I get the equipment. I don’t know how to say it any plainer.”
“Dr. Sheldon ,” Swanson sipped his Champagne, “how soon can you give me the manuscript to study? The sooner I finish it, the sooner I can answer your proposal?”
“Sir; with all respect,” Jack seemed uneasy, “if anyone has to read my paper, I would prefer that only Matt here does it, if that’s acceptable to you? After that, he can meet with you or we can meet together again. I would like to move as fast as possible but with caution and security.”
“That would be fine with me. I trust Dr. Bellos implicitly…Done!”
Swanson extended his hand to seal the deal.
“At last; now, tell me something, Jack; you have written in some journals about ‘thought’, and the process of thinking. Tell me, in your opinion, exactly; what is thought? Try and make it a simple answer, for old man, eh”
“Well, I suppose the best short answer I can give is, ‘Thought is the organization and expression of our senses’.”
“Interesting take…I’m a bit of a scholarly type myself. I don’t know if Mathew told you.” Swanson chuckled. “Did you know that the word ‘organization’ has it’s root from the Greek word ‘organon’, as does
“What’s that?”
“…I know that I have to see this through, no matter how it ends. I am going to see this through.”
Bellos put his hand on Jack’s shoulder.
“I can’t know what you know here, Buddy. We never talked about it; but I can support you, and I do.”
Jus t then, they both looked at the entyway, as the revolving front door swiveled, and the tall unmistakable frame of Gordon Swanson walked in. He saw the two immediately and smiled at them.
“Good evening , Mathew.”
“Good evening, Sir. You know Jack Sheldon, Chief of Research at the Complex.”
Swanson extended his hand.
“Yes, hi Jack…Too bad we only see each other during special occasions. I’ve always wanted to get to know you better.”
“Thank you. I’m speechless.”
“I trus t that will not be the case tonight. Come, let’s sit, eat and talk. I’m most interested in hearing what you have to say.”
The maître d’ led the three to a small cozy room , with only one table, and began serving them like kings. Gordon Swanson took the lead and got right to the point.
“So, Jack; you two and the Complex’s research successes have made quite a name for us all, in the quest to improve the human condition. I am here, because the recent request that Mathew has suggested is intriguing, but it’s void in some aspects. I want to understand the exact objectives of the equipment regarding your proposal. I’d like some details; sort of fill in the blanks, if you don’t mind?”
“Jack,” said Matt quietly, “the descriptions in your report are in most respects technically clear and reasonable. On the other hand, I’ve known you 25- years and there’s never been this kind of; of mist-fog, in some areas of your report. I-we, think we know why you are asking for the equipment; but truly, Jack; you are talking about reanimating a life; aren’t you? I’m not reading this incorrectly; am I? You can’t keep this secret to those you trust enough to ask for help.”
Then, Bellos sat back , and wiped his mouth with a napkin. All three were silent, until Jack spoke.
“I don’t mean to be selfish here. I know this is the biggest discovery of my life; and, perhaps it will change everyone’s perspective in general. It’s just that I , alone, have to take this to the next step, without anyone else in harm’s way. Let there be no misunderstanding; you are correct. I have completed the written proofs. The formulations and equations say it all. But, I have to be the guinea pig; no one else. I will let you read it all; and, if you agree, we go; I get the equipment. I don’t know how to say it any plainer.”
“Dr. Sheldon ,” Swanson sipped his Champagne, “how soon can you give me the manuscript to study? The sooner I finish it, the sooner I can answer your proposal?”
“Sir; with all respect,” Jack seemed uneasy, “if anyone has to read my paper, I would prefer that only Matt here does it, if that’s acceptable to you? After that, he can meet with you or we can meet together again. I would like to move as fast as possible but with caution and security.”
“That would be fine with me. I trust Dr. Bellos implicitly…Done!”
Swanson extended his hand to seal the deal.
“At last; now, tell me something, Jack; you have written in some journals about ‘thought’, and the process of thinking. Tell me, in your opinion, exactly; what is thought? Try and make it a simple answer, for old man, eh”
“Well, I suppose the best short answer I can give is, ‘Thought is the organization and expression of our senses’.”
“Interesting take…I’m a bit of a scholarly type myself. I don’t know if Mathew told you.” Swanson chuckled. “Did you know that the word ‘organization’ has it’s root from the Greek word ‘organon’, as does
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