The boy fell back onto the bed, his whole body twitching violently.
“What have you done to him?” Ellen shrieked. She held the boy’s head and upper torso in her naked arms, keening and rocking back and forth, “What have they done to you, my love, what have they done?”
You understand what has happened to you, don’t you?
Ellen looked from Lem to Yani and back to Lem. They stood next to the bed so calmly as though nothing had happened. All of a sudden an over-powering hatred welled up, taking over, and she leaped at Lem from the bed, pummeling him in his face with her clenched fists. “What did you do?” she screamed at them.
Yes, I understand. Bear with me … I haven’t got the hang of thinking like this … so that I hear you and you hear me.
Lem held Ellen’s wrists while she resisted, kicking wherever she could. “Why did you do this?” she pleaded. “You monsters … both of you!”
“Ellen please!” Lem held Ellen close so that she could not maneuver or kick, but he was careful not to hurt her. “He asked me to do it. I couldn’t refuse Father’s request.”
Ellen spit out her next words piercing everyone’s heart, “And if he had asked you to kill him, would you have done it?” She hung limply, suddenly exhausted in Lem’s arms.
Lem released his hold on Ellen and guided her gently to the bed. “I can fix Father up but it will take a little time. Please let us think. He can’t talk yet but he can think.
How is it that I can think but I can’t talk or move?
Thoughts don’t have any moving parts at least not any that are real. Talking and moving are another matter, literally another matter. You need to reprogram your associative memory, your white matter. You don’t have much time left to do it, so I will help you reassociate.
“How can you two stand there doing nothing when he is having a seizure like this?” Ellen asked incredulously. “Do something!”
Ellen my love, please, for my sake, trust Lem and Yani. I’ll be ok. Just this once I need to be alone with Lem so he can help me get back on my feet. I’ll be as good as new. I just need absolute quiet. I need everything around me not to move.
Ellen looked around her, from Yani to Lem and back again. Then she looked at the boy twitching in bed beside her and her eyes widened.
Yani put a robe around Ellen’s shivering shoulders. “Yes, Ellen, that was Father thinking,” Yani said softly to Ellen. “Come with me. I’ll make you some hot cocoa and we’ll sit in the kitchen. I promise to explain everything to you.”
Yani put her arm around Ellen, who was so fragile at that point that she could have shattered like glass, and guided her gently out of the bedroom to the kitchen.
Now where do we start?
I think we should start with stopping my epileptic seizure. I might hurt myself.
Alright. Can you feel me inside you now?
I’m going to detach your corpus callosum temporarily so that the seizure will stop.
The boy no longer twitched. He lay still in his bed, his eyes looking at the high ceiling.
Thanks. That’s a lot better.
Your right and left brain hemispheres are going to start thinking independently of each other, because the corpus callosum is detached. Don’t be disconcerted.
Maybe I can have the two hemispheres communicate with each other like you and I are communicating.
It doesn’t work that way. Both hemispheres think they are you.
That’s stupid. Who constructed it that way?
Nobody. Let’s continue. What next?
I think we have to take all the neurons that were attached to my amygdala, detach them and reattach them to neural pathways in the neuronal axons in my cerebral cortex. That’s going to take an awfully long time, isn’t it?
Don’t worry about it Father. There is a higher dimension in which I am replicated in multiple spaces at the same time. Do you remember how I engaged the entire Sap army? Nobody else at the Refuge offered to do it, so I volunteered.
Yes, I remember. It’s like that? How will you know what to attach to what?
I’ll copy my own neural programming, more or less. You’ll start out like me but you’ll end up pretty quickly like you as your experiences change your neural patterns.
What about my feelings toward Ellen?
I won’t touch your memories or your judgment, but your emotions will be replaced by your logic.
How will love survive that?
Love has its own logic.