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

integral part of the cerebral cortex and cerebellum, it can’t be defined until one hour after death.’ …Jack, you sound like Descartes in old college philosophy. Are you trying to physically define the soul?”
    “I suppose you could take it that way; but there is no physical limit to the personality, only to the chemistry. I’m not a philosopher, talking about ‘singular self-awareness. Don‘t be confused, Babe; chemistry is tangible, but how big is an idea, remember.  It’s the link between quantum physics and microbiology that enables us to define this chemistry. Honey, it’s 9:30; time for a good meal.”
    Rachel thought for a second. Then, with her head still in the book, she replied, “So what? You started this. It’s Friday , and we can do whatever I want, you said.”
    She fell into silent concentration again. After a while, she suddenly blurted out, “Jack, look at me!”
    Jack jerked up from his lab chair across the room.
    “I can’t believe this. Your equations and calculations-the physics, and the biology are solid. Are you serious? The implications are staggering. Even the results you have so far mean that, if you are right, we could define, isolate and contain a person’s personality chemistry. If we do that; and, considering medical breakthroughs; am I right; we could transfer a terminally ill person, into a healthy body?”
    Jack grinned and walked across the room, around the desk and sat on it , facing her.
    “That’s why I Love you so , babe; you are way ahead of me sometimes. Of course, it is a bit more complicated; but, summarily, it only took you two hours to get what it took me years to understand. And you haven’t read it all. Look at you.”
    Rachel looked up at Jack with love, so excited.
    “I see most of the proofs are good and solid. Others, yes, they could use some work; but, yes, I think…huh, I agree.”
    Jack nudged her, and their eyes locked.
    “I love you Rachel. I did from the first minute, the first argument. I can’t picture doing this, or anything else, in my life, without you, Honey.”
    With those words and a tear, Jack reached down and opened the top drawer of his desk. There, glistening starkly at Rachel was a radiant 1.5-carat , diamond ring. Jack took the ring out and held her left hand gently. As he moved off the desk to her side, he knelt down positioning himself slightly between her legs.
    “Rachel Anne Thomas, will you marry me? I love you so. Please be mine through all the good, bad, happy and hard times?”
    Rachel’s eyes filled with tears, as Jack put the ring on her finger.
    “Who knows , Rach; maybe together we can make everyone else’s time here better too, forever?”
    “Oh my Jack; oh yes, my Love, my only; forever.
    Jack brought her close; and, as he rose, they embraced and kissed, holding each other in a oneness that would last beyond their understanding at that moment.
     
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    Then, the moment was now again, and Rachel was at home, in the lab, remembering her night of horror. She looked at Jack’s manuscript on her lap, opened it and flipped through it… This is so much thicker… She turned to the newer pages. “Holy shit, Jack, we never discussed any of this.”
    She read feverishly and then looked up. “There’s got to be some results here, some proof.” 
    Then it hit her… I’ve got to see Jack…
    With another blink, she said to herself, “Brian, my God, Brian. I haven’t talked to Brian about anything.”
    Rachel picked up her cell phone and dialed her son. The call automatically forwarded to the Brock building, in Bethesda Maryland, just west of Washington D.C. Marion Brock had one rule above all others-speak person to person. There were no message services anywhere through his multibillion-dollar organization; rather, a secretary always answered every incoming number.
    “Good morning, Brock building, may I help you?”
    “Yes, my name is Rachel Sheldon. I’m Brian Sheldon’s mother. I am trying to reach him.