Free Mesopotamia - The Redeemer by Yehuda Israely, Dor Raveh Page A

stranger.
    “Thales, the chief scout, attached
your ship to his. Afterwards he accelerated the ship to the speed
of the light strings of the outermost sphere. With the aid of an
electromagnet, he connected to the string and rotated on its axis
to the internal portion of the outer sphere. From there he once
again accelerated to the speed of the stings in the next sphere,
attached himself to it and swiveled inside. He repeated the process
until he had reached the surface sphere.”
    “It sounds complicated to me,” said
the stranger.
    “It's not that complicated. We
don't go in or out that much anyway,” she replied with a smile.
    “Exactly how do the processor and
the simulator work?”
    “They function in tandem. The
simulator carries out an analysis of the subatomic, atomic and
molecular formulas. If it's living, it also analyzes its genetic
formula. The simulator creates a virtual version of the object and
saves its properties in the information bank.”
    “And when you want to recreate that
object, the simulator transfers the data to the processor, which in
turn creates the object?” he asked in fascination.
    “Exactly. The simulator can
simulate any object that exists as data in the information
bank.”
    “Can the processor create
itself?”
    “No, but that's an excellent
question.” She smiled at the paradoxical question, “At the
beginning of the twentieth century, a mathematician named Kurt
Gödel expressed a system's inability to demonstrate its own limits.
This is one explanation that accounts for the processor's inability
to create itself.”
    He looked at her, confused.
    “Never mind. It's not
important.”
    “It is important,” he insisted
hotly. “I want to understand.” His voice was tinged with anger.
    “Okay, no need to get irate,” she
said, taken aback by his reaction.
    'What are you doing? Don't push her
away—she is only trying to help,' he thought to himself. He said:
“I'm not angry, just frustrated. I am grateful to you for your
patience and willingness, but I cannot convey to you how hard it is
for me to remember nothing. I don't know what world I am living in,
what my occupation is, if I have a wife, a family?” She empathized
with his distress.
    “I can only imagine your plight,
but you must hold fast to what you do remember and progress from
there. Don't worry, you're in good hands,” she said, trying to
encourage him.
    “Then let us continue.”
     
     

CHAPTER 4

    " L et's
find a base point and then continue from there. Have you heard of
Orpheus's constant of creation?"
    "No."
    "How about the Roman’s theory in
physics?"
    "Maybe. I don't remember."
    "How about Superstring theory?"
    "No."
    "What about Quantum theory?"
    "Not that one either." 'What am I
going to do? How am I going to make up years of gaps? How can you
go back to a life with no memories at all?' He thought angrily.
    "And general relativity?" Sophia
asked.
    He looked at her in astonishment,
desperate and confused.
    "I take it you have no recollection
or idea about Einstein's theory of Special Relativity?"
    He nodded his head.
    "Maxwell? Electromagnetism?"
    He didn't respond.
    "What about Newton? It isn't
possible that you haven't heard of Isaac Newton." She regretted her
words immediately; they made it sound like he was uneducated. That
wasn't what she had intended.
    "Tell me about Newton," he saved
her from her embarrassment. 'I can't give up, I must start from
somewhere'.
    She wondered for a few seconds how
to phrase her words and then began. "You have surely noticed that
everything around you is smooth".
    "Yes. The smooth texture of the
walls, the round angles of the openings, the gradual change from
shade to shade. Yes, I've noticed".
    "Well, we designed our surroundings
to reflect our world outlook. We, the Pythagoreans believe there is
continuity, that is, an inseparable connection between all the
components of our universe".
    He nodded. She went on. "Once in
every few generations a cosmological