Free Ever-Life the Two Book Set: The C.P.T Incident and Time Trust by Andrew Sarkady Page A

functi on, choice behavior, or thought; every action requires a synaptic signal. That signal is an instruction, directed by our memory; and, our memory is a record-a library, of knowledge, stored in the physical brain, as a chemical cocktail. As we add learning, the mixture changes, yes; but it is always there, in the same place. The challenge is to define the mix; and, if we can, we can, theoretically, extract it and move it.”
    “Jack; Sweetie, let’s say I play along. How do you define the mix?”
    “Well, first, fundamentally by reading and studying the electrical and chemical signals-the synaptic exchanges. I had to create or establish one synaptic alphabet. Frankly, I started with something like the old Morse code; and then , it evolved from neurology, to physics and back to chemistry. Anyway, I did create the new language. Finally, I translated that synaptic language into understandable chemistry.”
    “ ‘Morse code’; that was used in the 1800’s; a very long time ago, they were telegraph taps-dots and dashes, SOS. I don’t think so. But, let’s say you did this. Where exactly is the language stored? And, even if you found it-our personality, how do you obtain it, extract it? How do you know you got it all and not just a portion. For Christ’s sake, Jack; Honey, come on?”
    Jack had been trying to explain in the simplest of terms, but it wasn’t going well. So, while he listened to Rachel’s comments, he walked to his desk, pulled out a two-inch thick manuscript , from the bottom drawer, and handed it to her. Rachel raised her eyebrows and opened it to the first page.
                  “‘C.P.T.-Chemical Personality Transfer’; you wrote this?”
                  “You know me, Baby. My presentations are not stage worthy, all the time, so read. That is my journal and findings, the complete text of theory, hypothesis, equations and final formulas. It’s everything. I believe that it speaks to all your microbiologic questions. Just read a little; and then, tell me what you think.”
    Rachel opened it to the middle and read a page. Then after a minute, she looked at Jack and flipped to the front of the book agai n. She sat down at his desk; and, after five minutes, she said, “Honey, can you get me some coffee and a donut, please? Then, get lost for a while, okay?”
                  Jack smiled and did as instructed. He went back to his microscope and writing, at the lab table. Rachel was mesmerized. After a half hour or so, Jack mumbled to himself, “I haven’t heard her ever say nothing this long, since I met her.”
    Finally, she called to him, “You found where it is? Jack, okay; you write here, ‘any bodily function, whether cellular or thought, requires an impulse-a synaptic signal, to and from the brain. The mind instantaneously sends a directive to the hypothalamus, our brain factory that makes peptides’… Okay; then you say, ‘these peptides are manufactured, as cells or thoughts demand’…Okay, reading on…‘Then, they are instantly sent to direct or instruct behavior. At the same time, our mind imprints that directive, and the resulting behavior in a library of the brain for reference.’”
    Rachel stopped and looked at Jack. “…Here…Yes…‘The library is constantly in a state of change from learning, but it stores the memory of the directive, and the result, in the same place. Our behavior, our memory is our personality in total. Although ever evolving, it is that record-that library, of repetitive impulses’…and then you say…”
    “Jeez,” Jack interrupted, “it sounds exactly like what I told you before, hmm.”
    Rachel continued. “To quote you, Jack, ‘I have located the primary personality vial to be 3.33 by 1.25 centimeters, and positioned .134 millimeters around the hypothalamus partially covering the hippocampus gland, tangent to the Pons…’”
    “Pretty technical, huh?”
    “…You further say, ‘It’s such an