The new amphitheater of the medical university of Austin in Australia is filling with hundreds of animated students. Located right in the center of the old campus, the sustainable building called the Dome looks like a giant snail shell.
On its transparent surface, cutting-edge organic photovoltaic glass have been use to capture rays from different nature to power the old complex, the whole have been coated with trioxyde of silver to repeal any durst maximizing electric conversion.
The inner layer is a biofusion prowess of transparent fungi and atomic data storage, a result of the oldest organism network on the earth named mycelia in which scientists implemented nanoscale atoms storage, making the Dome one of the largest library on earth.
The noisy echo of students is shutting down as Klein Robert is walking towards its central podium. The old man set a card into the transparent tabernacle from where he starts to articulate his projected notes.
"Life is a perception of senses, interactions, time and space. For instance, I would like all of you to close your eyes a little while for the experiment."
Klein does not bother scouting around, it takes thirty seconds for all to proceed in between subtile teases and laughs in the arena.
"Each of you is now able to witness a part of our inner cosmos, at first it looks like a dark Dome isn't it? Students noded. Welcome in your primary visual cortex, shorten as V1, located in the bottom back of your skull. Observe it closer, you can see billions of little stars all around. Those are phosphenes, a combination of remnants electrosignals from your retinas and hollographic visualization of the billions neurons framed in your brain space. This is a result of your senses."
"Our second step is neuronal tuning. I would like you to concentrate in creating a circle into the center of that frame." Klein gives a concerned glance at the froning faces in the audience.
"Don't force yourself, relax your synapses and just make it appears. Size doesn't matter, either big or small." Deep breathes are heard.
"Reacting to your stimuli and selective attention, your secondary visual cortex V2 is acting now like a tuner to all other regions of your cerebral cortex. Your V3 starts to define the proportion of your entire visual field while V4 is projecting the circle shape among the many geometrical figures it stores. This lighten dot you just created is a result of interactions."
"Please maintain this circle, picture in your mind someone you deeply love and move it into the circle. At first the image is floating around your visual cortex because a single memory is a pattern made of neurons located in different parts of your brain. At last, in order of placing it in the spatial center of your visual cortex, your V5 and V6 are accelerating the transmission of information. You are finally experiencing time and space. You can open your eyes now. A bit dizzy isn't it?"
Klein is amused.
"As far as our scientist and technological knowledge has evolved and helped our specie to survive, we have worked hard across the Ages to capture what is happening at a deeper core of our brain. We can experiment it on an individual level, capture its pattern with technological tools but yet, we can't define and understand its origin and nature. The everything we know about our universe and human evolution, we are still in conflicting probabilities of finite and infinite statements. Still, this let us in a perpetual and limitless reflection in which, whatever your field of studies, you should always keep a critical state of mind at each step of your work."
"And for all it took from us to evolve among conflicts, conspiracies, disagreements of all kind in between philosophers, spiritualists, biologists and scientists circles - bare in mind that none could have been achieved without mutual collaboration."
"So my dear fellows, never fear to be critical, limitless and empathic in your upcoming adventures. I wish you all the good year. Thank you."
Students are clapping, some are standing, the overwhelmed recognition can be seen on the arousing cheeks of the old man.
Director Cathelyn Bernaud is as well standing on the first raw, reaching now for the pulpit.
From her fifties, her elegance and motions are still capting eyesballs of all ages. Curly brown and beige hairs falling in a V shape, achinean facial features in a perfect symetry holded by green eyes. Strict red orange ensemble with three buttons vest tight to her hips, a long skirt down to knees revealing firm legs and fragile ankles proned on a heel.
"Thank you Klein, it was so inspiring."
"Did you close your eyes?" She smiled.
"Please can we meet later today, I need to talk to you before your flight back."
"I was sure you invited me over for a date.."
"In my office."
"I am retired."
"Klein, we need you back."