The loud humming sound of a machine filled my ears, even my brain. After Dr. Ramorez explained to me about the "Welcoming" ritual he had to proceed on me, while taking out the bullet from my shoulder, he finally asked me to go inside the PETI machine to examine my brain.
Those kids are his troops. He said it is the best to have kids as troops since.. well, they are kids. No adult with the right mind would hurt, even less kill a kid. Even if they do, the law will definitely blame them. His troops are not ordered to hurt people, he said. They just have to guard the entrance from stranger, like me.
As for Roberto, he is Dr. Ramorez's nephew. Dr. Ramorez is the one who told him to pick me up with his father's racing motor cycle. Dr. Ramorez promises him a quite good amount of money.
When I asked him, how could he know that I would rent a motor bike instead of car, Dr. Ramorez said that it is his job to figured out how human behaves.
He had information about me from Dr. Lamos, thus based on that information he was profiling me then figured what I would do.
Now here I am, inside a tube shaped machine. It is a modified PETI machine, Dr. Ramorez said. None like the usual PETI machine, it is a 4D one. It can capture muscles inside my brain a lot more clearer and in 3D form. It is also equipped with an A.I machine that can predict my brain's past activities. But it is also a one damn loud machine!
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"So .. ?" I ask him once I sit in front of him.
"Hmm.. Where should I start.." he asks himself instead, glancing at his monitor that displays a video or maybe animation of my scan result. Knowing it is only a rhetorical question, I just waiting for him to continue.
"You know.. brain is nothing but a bunch of muscles, right ?" he finally picks his introductory. I nod.
"And just like any other muscle in human body, it can be trained and formed," he continues. I nod again.
"So, my brain is trained ?" I ask him. Dr. Ramorez sighs.
"It is, but ..." he halts his words, making another glance at the monitor then frowning his eyebrows.
"Did you know, brain has approximately 86 billion muscles, we call them neuron. Neurons are working together via synapses. Each synapse works at 4.7 bits per second, thus our brain has the capacity of 1 Terabytes per seconds. Wait.. you understand what I'm talking about, right ?"
I nod.
"It happens I recently learnt about computer thing," I respond.
"Good," he says. I guess he is kinda relieved not to need explaining about those terms. "Now, there is a myth that the average of people in the world only use 10% of their brain's capacity. I happen to be one of few people that believes that it is not a myth." he continues.
I raise my eyebrows. "Why do you believe that ?"
"Based on research, of course. Well, our researches were started from that myth, and they proved that the myth is actually a fact."
"I see.."
"Some people, genetically or in deliberate hard-training, like me, could expand their brain capacities up until 15%. Me, myself right now have 13.5% brain capacity that is actively used. But you, Sir.. You.. right now, you have almost 20% actively well-trained neurons. 19.7% to be exact."
"And that affects on ... ?"
"Your brain works faster, isn't that right ?" Dr. Ramorez asks. I nod with widen eyes. "And your active brain makes you heal faster, too."
I drop my jaw. His explanation answers my biggest wonder, but way beyond my expectation.
"But. it doesn't heal my wound now," I try to doubt his idea.
"Brain heals body when we sleep. That's why we are advised to have enough sleep and at certain time. Yours is no different. When you are awake, your brain is busy doing anything else, thus.."
"It can't heal my wound," I finish his words. He nods.
"And it is progressively expanding. Honestly, we have never had a case like you. There was one time a man reached 20.5% capacity, but then he.. exploded."
"Exploded ?"
"Well.. his brain was exploded. But he was having weird worrying symptoms since he reached 18% capacity. And yet, you.. you are.. normal."
"Well, I found surround me is being so dragging that really-really irritated me," I tell him.
"Yes, of course it irritates you. But your brain.. it is still working normally. Doesn't give any symptom of overheated. You are very ... exceptional."
I cringe when I hear that word. I am weird, not exceptional.
I sigh. "Can an explosion caused it ? I mean I started being like this after I jumped off an exploded helicopter and I was exposed to the explosion."
"It can reactivate it, yes, but..,"
"What do you mean 'reactivate' ?"
Dr. Ramorez observes my confused face deep and long. He then move hid attention to his monitor, seriously observing my result. "They really did that," he murmurs.
"Did what. ?" I pursue. He turns his head to me and gives me an amusing smile. as if he found the biggest treasure.
"You.. your brain has been trained since you were very young, Sir. Brain muscles have their own tasks. They trained your brain especially on motor muscles."
"They.. who.."
"They even fabricated your brain.. not once, not twice, but thrice,"
"Fabrica.."
"I believe you lost all of your childhood memories ?"
"Not just my childhood.. but all memories before 5 years ago," I correct him. There is a slight surprised on his face but then he nods in understanding after seeing my result deeper.
"How could they fabricate my brain ? And who are they ?"
"Well, fabricating memory muscles is not that hard. Memories can be erased, added, or even bent. There are few ways to do that. First is by medicine. But the patient needs to continue taking the medicine. Another.way is hypnotic. Depend on how expert one who did it, the result can be temporarily ot permanent. What they did to you, however, is physically. Some of your memory muscles were physically changed into motor muscles when you were a child."
"What ?!?!"
"And when you were maybe 20 years old, they activated your inactive muscles, but then," dr. Ramorez stops and looks at me in wonder, "Few years later they erased all your memories and cognitive muscles, then put your previous-inactive muscles back to sleep ?"
I am of course more surprised than he is. "Whaaaat ??!!"
"That's what your brain scanning said."
Dumbstruck, I put my back on chair's back.
"The wave from the explosion might awake the sleeping muscles," dr. Ramorez continues, "And it is expanding.. and I'm afraid can not be stopped."
"So.. I'm going to explode someday ?"
"You will have early symptoms before that. You won't just suddenly explode."
I can only laugh dryly hearing that 'comforting' words. "Can it be slowed down ?"
"Well.. it is still not scientifically proved, but.. they always said love makes a man a fool."
"Love ?"
"Love makes your brain works less. Love, Happiness, all good emotion can slow down our brain's activities. You can also try meditation.."
That's why I was calmer when I was with Jen, or even only saw her, I say to my self inwardly.
"Do you know who did this to me ?" I ask.
"Not exactly. But there are not many organizations that has resources and motivation to do that.."
"What is its name ?"
"It has no name. I'm not even sure the organization does exists. But there are a group of people.. very powerful people across all nations. that want to direct what happened on this earth, in all countries, just as they please,"
"If they're unknown, how can you know about them ?"
"Because that's why i'm here. I'm not here to escape from law, Sir.. well, I am in escape but I would pick another place rather than here, right? I am hired to fight against them. You've seen how chaotic this country is. It is one of their scene..."
Suddenly a loud alarm is heard and all the lights turn to red.
"Uncle!! There are armies outside!!" Roberto's voice is heard before his silhouette seen. Dr. Ramorez and I look at each other.