JENN'S BODY IN A LAB
***
John Dikkorp walked into the lab with Elvira to show her some of his collection and to show her how they run some of their empires. The lab was the phone close to his house. Others are in Figma P.
"Come on in," he said. The door opened and the cube-shaped structure caved him like moving limbs.
"Here is my lab. Those cyborgs working with Maddie are created here. And they are created to last almost forever."
"Forever you said."
"Yeah. I have been around for a while myself and we are working hard to defy the laws of nature. Come with me. Science and what humanity knows as myth have connections."
She looked puzzled even though she got his points.
"We are in a realm of endless possibilities. We only need to think and get to work. Iterations come along later."
She glanced around gobsmacked. The dome-shaped cubicles inside the building made it look strange and at the same time pleasing. She also wants to get into John's mind to see for herself what's inside. They reached a picture of something that looked like gases or molecules.
"That is from a study. I have successfully used it to manipulate germ cloud. The first few billion years of the Earth’s existence. You can touch it." She moved closer glancing at it. Her eyes dilated.
"It's amazing," she said.
"Yes. The weather forecast was cloudy with a chance of an asteroid. Geochemists have presumed for some time that this flurry of strikes altered the chemistry of the nascent atmosphere. This is what many don't understand. They turned to mythology and that left us so much too…"
"So I can say, we come from that?"
“Apparently. Free oxygen in the atmosphere is important for any living being that uses respiration to produce energy. Without that oxygen in the atmosphere, we would probably not exist. We are here because of that and we can be here forever if we want.”
"How about entropy? Aren't we all walking towards it?"
"Entropy. It's what it is. But I think we have found a way around it. Jenn is an experiment in progress on that. The chaos generated in her can be used to study the endless chaos the universe proposes. She's endless but I can do one thing about her."
"What's that?"
"I can terminate her and the chaos ends with her. It's not easy. Just thinking and I hope to end universal chaos soon."
They walked into a room closed on all sides by white linings and cubicles thinner than those seen on the outer part lined with white walls with glasses showing what's inside. In one of them, she saw Jenn and wires are around her plugged into her body in all directions. They are connected to a computer that uses the spectrum to get information outside of their cubicle.
"She's here and she's not here." John smiled.
"How then is she affecting them?"
"Her germ cloud is bonded to Alex's. He shared more germ clouds with those in Smallsvile and because he's the one we want to use first, that's why he is important."
Elvira nodded and glanced continuously at Jenn. She's pale and very light-skinned. Her veins could be seen from the outside.
"Is she dead?"
"She's and she's not. Come with me."
***
When Elvira got back to her room, she thought she needed to learn more and John is the right mentor for her. She lay in bed playing with a pen. Then she returned to what she was reading. She knows she's evolving too. She knows her power is getting stronger. And somehow she knows she's going to rule.
"Carl Gustav Jung on the importance of the meaning of dreams: But why should one consider dreams, those vain, fleeting, unreliable, vague and uncertain mirages? Do they even deserve our attention? Our rationalism would certainly not recommend them, and the history of dream interpretation has been a sore point anyway; highly discouraging indeed, and highly 'unscientific' to say the least. But dreams are the most common and generally accessible source for studying human symbolism, apart from the content of psychoses, neuroses, myths, and the products of the various arts. The latter, however, is rarer, more complicated, and more difficult to understand because, where individual peculiarities are concerned, one cannot dare to interpret such unconscious products without the help of their originator. Dreams are, in fact, the source of all our knowledge of symbolism."
She flipped the book and closed it. On the cover is written, Traum und Traumdeutung (Symbole und Traumdeutung)
***
"Hello, Elvira,"
"How are you doing, sir?"
"Great. You should come over tomorrow. I have something for you."
"Alright."
"Also, I want you to meet someone. Very important."
"Okay, sir."
"Do have a great night."
She smiled. "Good night, sir."
***
On one side she has been writing about John YouDikkorp. She finds him interesting. Brilliant and she started seeing him as a father and a mentor. She sees only good in him but the world sees nothing but badness in him. She flipped her journal to the next page and wrote: John Dikkorp is the world and the world is John. If you have him in your life you'll know how great he is…
***
"Hello,"
"Sir!
"What are you reading?
"Jung again." She laughed.
"He tried so much but… read me the page you are reading."
"Alright, sir. Are you listening?"
"Yes, go ahead."
"Okay. The duck is a remarkable bird. It can move on land, in the water, and the air. , so it represents a principle that is at home in all realms of nature and often stands for a symbol of the Self. The duck can overcome what would be a natural obstacle for man. Man cannot fly and needs technical help for swimming, but the duck can do all these things. Therefore it represents what we, in Jungian psychology, would call the transcendent function, that strange capacity of the unconscious psyche to transform and guide the human being, who has been blocked in a situation, into a new one. Whenever human life gets stuck and arrives at a shore from which it cannot proceed, the transcendent function brings healing dreams and fantasies which construct on the symbolic fantasy level a new way of life, which then suddenly takes shape and leads into a new situation. That's is it."
"Great. Are you done?"
"Yeah. That's the page." She smiled.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Nothing. But who wrote that?"
"Hmm… I know it's not Jung. Wait."
"You can get this."
"I'll. Wait."
"Don't look it up." She laughed again.
"I'm not. Her name is Marie Louise Von Franz and the book is Shadow and Evil in Fairy tales."
"Damn! You looked it up."
"No."
"Alright. You are a genius. We should discuss it when I come around."
"Sure. See you. Goodnight."
***
Elvira couldn't stop reading after their next meeting. She couldn't even think about the ruling. She just wants to read and have discussions with John Dikkorp.
She flipped another page this time on Facebook She smiled and read out loud this comment.
"A neuroscientist Antonio Damasio made a groundbreaking discovery. While studying people who had damage to the part of their brain that generated emotions. He noticed they all seemed normal. Except for one big thing. They couldn't make decisions. While they could describe what they "should do" logically. They couldn't even make simple decisions, like what to eat."
She checked for the commenter's name. His name is Dean P.
She continued reading.
"Consider this for a moment. Have you ever sat there and logically known exactly what to do, but couldn’t get yourself to do it? Here’s the thing. There’s nothing wrong with you if you know better but struggle to do better. Because according to the research, we ALL make emotional decisions. If you can't get yourself to do things you know you "should" do. Here's a secret. You need to get your psychology working for you instead of against you. In other words. You need to tap into your emotions as fuel."
She dropped her phone and smiled.
" I have to read more," she said. "And I have to get rid of the obstacles."
***
Maddie was happy too. He loves it that she is getting stronger for what they are preparing her for. It's not easy out there. He knows that and he also wants her to know. He walked into the elevator with F12 and asked the others to stay guard. They are going to see their new prisoner and it's better they keep a secret.
They got to the floor. F12 slide opened the door and went out first. Maddie followed. The place is quiet and nobody was there. The screaming inside the cell was lauder but no one could hear it from outside. The walls are soundproofed.
"Get me a chair."
"Yes, sir. "
Maddie sat down and asked him to open the cell. The prisoner was tied with chains bolted to the walls.
"Raise his head."