Ever-Life the Two Book Set: The C.P.T Incident and Time Trust (29 page)

“Okay, Dad; interesting gadget?”

“This is just to sterilize the area. I won’t let anything happen to you, Honey. Try to relax. You have seen something like this many times, but here we call it a ‘transfer micro-laparoscope’. I’ll try to finish, as quickly as I can.”

“That’s fine; just a little nervous.”

“I know.”

“Behind Bellos, in the center of the room, there was a round
, thirty-inch diameter, metal pedestal, which stepped up ten inches from the floor. Burns could see it, and the procedure, clearly. He began to speak to his Knofer. “Master control GGM-TBN-010...Issue ‘full spectrum program’: Carla Bellos, immediately.”

Within thirty seconds, the Knofer constructed her solid hologram on the pedestal.

“Employ”, he said.

Burns was simply awe struck at everything.

“Hello, Mrs. Bellos,” Dr. B. said, with a loving smile.

Carla moved her body slowly, shook her head
, slightly and looked around the room.

“Hi you two;
and who is this?”

“This is our friend, Jake Burns. Jake, this is my wife, Angie’s mother.”

“Hi,” Jake said, staring without thinking.

“Mathew, what are you doing
, for heaven’s sake?”

“It’s a surprise. We are performing a serious medical procedure
, together; and I need you to behave professionally, please? I’ve been working on this, for a very long time. Finally, we think we found the answer.”

“
Answer?” 

“Yes, Babe, here; hold this, will you?”

Bellos handed her a small, three-inch tall, sterile drinking glass.

“Now, please
, Honey; just stand there, quietly. Don’t move; just for a few minutes.”

With that done, Bellos turned around and pointed the special laparoscope against Angie’s lower abdomen to the right of her navel. He touched the curved
, wall monitor, above Angie’s head, with his left hand; and, a hologram of her reproductive system appeared, six inches in front of his eyes, parallel to the bed.

“Angie, if you need to; close your eyes; it’s okay.”

“No; I wouldn’t miss this.”

“Try not to wince. You are going to feel a sting
, and discomfort; now.”

“Ooh; yes; Oh my.”

“Try not to move. I’m just about there.”

Angie was torn
, between the pain and the wonder. The hologram, of her abdomen, automatically enlarged, as the wand’s micro-wire extended and maneuvered from its tip. Bellos studied the hologram, watching the magnified wire poke through her skin, into the mesentery, outside Angie’s intestines. It weaved over, around, and inside her tummy, toward the right side of her uterus. He studied her reproductive anatomy, closely. The hologram’s 3D imagery magnified again, adjusting to Dr. B.’s vision, so he could focus on every detail, at any depth the thread travelled. Angie stared up at everything and marveled. The image of her abdomen rotated. The headset enabled Bellos to instruct the hologram to focus and position, as he thought-willed. Within a moment, the tip of the thread seemed to search on its own; and, finally, it appeared to peck around her right ovary, like a chicken feeds. But, there was no indication of bleeding, and Angie had no sensation of the micro-wire’s tip, at all. Her only discomfort was at the point of entry.

Jake had never imagined such a moment. He sat mesmerized
, in silence, watching the images, and Bellos operate the wand. But Carla, reacted as a concerned mother would.

“Mathew darling, what are you doing to our child?”

“Shush, please; saving us all, I hope. Ah, there it is…Got it.”

Focusing on the hologram before him, he squeezed a sma
ll point on the wand, with his index finger and watched, as light from the micro-wire’s tip shot against her ovary. Then, Bellos twisted the wand;  it sucked the contents up; and, then the micro-wire recoiled, back out, into the reservoir in the handle. Dr B. carefully withdrew the wand, from Angie, and held it; pointing it up, to study the thumb size syrup in the reservoir. He took off the headset, and covered his daughter with her gown. She had no entry mark, or wound, of any kind.

“There;
have a look, Angie. This is it.”

“What
, exactly, is it?”             

Bell
os kissed her forehead.

“You have been the bravest patient ever. No one could have gone through what you have
, in the last twelve hours; and then, this? I’m so proud of you.”

“But Dad;
now what? What is that?”

“Hopefully
, it’s the answer to my research; and getting your mom back…”

Holding the wand, Dr. B turned to face Carla.

“Unfortunately, it has to be ingested raw, within five minutes of extraction. It’s too new, to synthesize, Hon.”

Bellos squeezed the wand handle
, ejecting the syrup into the small glass, which Carla held.

“Now;
you have to drink it…Go ahead, down the hatch; doctor’s orders, ma’am.”

Carla looked at B
ellos and made a horrible face.

“Not on your death bed, Mathew!”

Bellos sighed in frustration.

“Honey, this is the culmination of all my research
, over decades. It’s a viral syrup, for you; and you alone. Besides, you can’t taste anything, anyway. Sorry Babe, now just drink it!”

Carla lifted the cup
; and, in one foul gulp, she swallowed the contents.

“There, satisfied?”

Angie sat up, in pain; but, it was worth it. Bellos put the wand down on the table; and, slowly, backed up. Jake Burns stood up and stared. As the syrup fell to her stomach, Carla’s body seemed to change into a beautiful transparent peach-like color and it radiating a hazy glow.     

The three watched
, stunned, as the pasty glob rotated and glowed. It began to dissolve, liquefy and disperse, quickly spreading throughout her body, like tiny sparkling stars were twinkling.             

“What is happening, Dad?”

“Look at it Angie. I never imagined this. We had so many years of medical school. I’ve seen so many unexplainable things, here; but this, it’s magnificent…”

Bellos’s eyes filled with tears; and
, as he stared at his wife, he began speaking in a monotone.

“I finally found my own C
.P.T. Jack’s manuscript gave me the clue to solve my own viral hypothesis. I found the solution to reanimate your mother, within you, Angie. First, it appeared within Jack’s catalyst bath formula. That’s what led me to the wall of your right ovary, deep within your genes there. You have the only natural DNA for the bath; so, logically, I started with you. I found a shadow of memory, in a protein mix, within one c-chain of one gene; one c-chain mix, in one singular gene; quite remarkable, really.”

Carla was changing
, before their eyes. The liquid quickly traveled to her heart and seemed to engulf it. Her heart began to move slightly; and, then, it began beating, in a normal sinus rhythm. Bellos sat down on the bed, with his arm around Angie, and they watched in disbelief. Jake stood by his chair and couldn’t speak.

“My God, Dad, you are going to have to explain all this.”

“Yes, I know; just not now.”

“What’s happening to me, Mathew?”

As she spoke, Bellos ‘s Knofer monitored her readings closely. Carla was a hologram, changing into a real person. Within minutes, they could see red blood moving. Organs, nerves, muscles, skin and hair appeared. Angie and Bellos sat transfixed. Then, she was done. There, before them stood a beautiful, warm, flesh and blood woman. Bellos stood up and approached his wife. He held out his arms and grinned.

“Hello Mrs. Bellos.”

Carla looked at her husband, without expression, as if she were choking. Finally, she took a deep gasp, sucking in her first gulp of air.  As she did so, she fainted and fell off the pedestal into her husband’s chest.

“Yes!”
Bellos said, holding her tightly, “Yes!”

He kissed his wife repeatedly. Carla felt the sensations of life spread throughout her body. She held onto Bellos and wept.

“Oh Matt, you feel so good.”

He helped her up and she
looked over at Angie. With one arm around her husband’s neck, she reached for her daughter, and the three embraced each other.

“I think maybe you all should be alone,” Burns said. “I’ll just wait outside here and give you privacy.”

Carla looked at Jake and up at Bellos with a smile.

“I don’t suppose one of you could get me a coat or robe; it’s a little chilly in here for skinny dipping.”

Bellos turned to Burns.

“P
lease, the closet; grab a robe; will you Jake?”

The family held each other, while Burns took one of the standard folded white robes
, from the shelf, gave it Bellos and Carla put it on.

“There Jake,” Carla said. “Believe me; it pleases me just to be able to feel embarrassed. Don’t go. This is my birthday, and you are welcome.”

“Honey,” Bellos said, “I’m the happiest man in the world, right now.  Are you hungry?”

“My God Matt;
can I eat?”

“Yes, you can do whatever any gal can do. We have to run some tests
, of course; and do a couple of additional procedures, for memory; so, you’ll be here for a time; but then, we can go home.”

“Home…Oh my…”

Angie would not let go of her mother. They spent the next few minutes hugging and laughing. Then, Bellos had to bring them all back to reality.

“Carla
; Honey, the hardest part for me is, Mr. Burns and I have to leave, just for a while. I’m sorry; I have to go so soon; but it is necessary. I will be back.”

Bellos stoked he
r hair and kissed her tenderly.

“Until then, at least we don’t have to
‘end the program’. Angie, you stay with your mom. You both will be taken to a Unit. So, make sure you are both comfortable, okay.”

“I will, Dad;
Mom is going to love it!”

“Mathew, I just got here…”

Bellos put his fingers to her lips.

“I know;
I have to finish something. It’s another life and death situation. We will all have our time now; I promise.”

Bellos kissed and hugged them both; then
, he turned to Burns.

“Time to go
, Jake...”

He walked over to the
door, and pushed the button that turned the walls from opaque back to transparent. Bellos opened the door for Burns, and winked, as Jake walked by.

“I hope this Ever-Life experience has lived up to your expectations, Mr. Burns.”

As the door swung closed, Jake smiled and quipped, “Mathew, I have no words to speak, except, this could be the beginning of a very interesting friendship.”

Chapter 33

The End of the Beginning

The Judah Villa was just two miles outside of Jerusalem, Israel. It was an oasis
, within a growing urban setting. Two new ranch structures jetted out, from the back of the original stone tower. The entire estate was bound by palm trees and olive orchards. At least part of the original tower was over 4000 yrs old. After the terrorist wars, the entire villa had been converted into a hospital/hospice, for several terminally ill patients. There were ten master suites. Each had sliding doors to a center garden, where patients could at least enjoy clean air and the fragrance of flowers, if they felt well enough to venture out.

Today was a special day for patient ‘S’
, in suite 101, because he invited and expected three friends, to three o’clock supper; Pappas Kristos Alieri, Rabbi James Jeshua and Imam Ahmir Udera. ‘S’ had known each man of faith, individually, for many years; but, odd as it may seem, he made it a point never to see them all together. This would be the very first time.             

At 2:45 p.m., Rabbi James and Pappas Kristos walked
, together, up the cobblestone stairs and opened the huge double doors to enter the villa. Both were surprised to see Imam Ahmir already in the receiving foyer.

“Good morning my brothers,” said Ahmir.

“Good morning.” They said, each bowing to the other.

     
              “I’m so pleased to see you both here,” Kristos said with a grin.

“I’ve never known ‘S’ to be so insistent
, in my being here,” said Ahmir.

“Nor I,” James
remarked. “Obviously it’s something important, for him to want all of us.”

“Agreed, ” t
hey nodded.

Then a guard appeared.

“Good morning gentlemen. May I escort you? This way…”

The three looked a little confused.

“Sir,” Kristos remarked, “we mean no disrespect; but, as for me, I’ve never seen your uniform type, here in Jerusalem. Are you from the Vatican Swiss Guard?”