Doctor Zimwinkie
Part I [One]
Doctor Zimwinkie
[3/3/2004: 12:10 PM]
I wasn’t going to write this story out but I guess I will, my wife is in the shower, and I have to wait for her anyhow; as I was about to say, I wasn’t going to write it out because it seemed a bit, un-approached, trivial, yet it came upon me as I was about to step into the shower, yes, oh yes, the name Doctor Zimwinkie came to me like the sun rising over the hill, or the tide rushing to the shore at midnight. And then when I stepped into the shower, it was like a movie projector going on in my head [mind], and I couldn’t stop it, could for the likes of me shut the thing off. It was like someone, somewhere tapped into my circuits, my DNA, my cellar structure, and was giving me a story.
And so, as I soaped my body, it came to me, Doctor Zimwinkie was in a room, a large room and there were a mass of people there, with him, or by him, yet he was somewhat sitting by himself in a chair—somewhat separated. It looked as if it was a convention, and then Doctor Zimwinkie assured me—in his own mannerisms— so it was, yes, a convention for the elite, the highly intelligent, and the most renowned of the people of planet earth; the high and renowned politicians and scientists of course. They were all talking on many different subjects, and to my understanding, what the good Doctor was saying, was—by and large, on a conglomeration of all the topics of interest of the world, such as: war, peace, God, life in general and life not so far from its general premise: its DNA structure, and yes, we got down to the economics of things; and then into: death, and life after death, a ting on time travel, along with geology, anthropology, psychology, archeology, all the …alogies in the world were being talked about here, at this meeting of the minds. But to my amazement, the good Doctor didn’t, or wasn’t’ I should say, all that interested, not until a certain person said,
“How about, aging, why are we not living longer?” then he showed pictures of a great find that just took place, where a group of hunters were found [their bones that is], in the mountains of Peru, and two of the specimens were considered to be over 800-years old, not the bones, but their life span, the bones were something like 6500-years old. Well, this got the old Doctor out of his chair at once, finaly. But I could tell it was not that the men had lived 800-years that surprised him, for he scuffed at that, when it was repeated, and Doctor Hammernod, noticed that.
Said he, to Doctor Zimwinkie, “You seem interested but a bit unmoved by these pictures, what is the part that interests you sir?”
Well, both doctors of science, and somewhat distance friends, the 5’8” robust doctor Zimwinkie commented:
“It is not the age of the person, for surely you should be aware man was created to live much longer, if not eight-hundred years, how about eight-thousand years, if not forever, but then maybe forever is a bit too long; what I am seeking is the answer of why the age of man’s body structure went from, lets say: 800-years to 40 years and now to 85 years. And I know the bible says 120-years, and I know this and that, but want I want to know is, is what DNA molecule God touched to shorten our life span; and if it wasn’t Him, then I want to know who it was, and how to reverse it.
Doctor Hammernod just looked dumfounded at Doctor Zimwinkie. He was asking the impossible, if not the ridicules. But if anything it gave Zimwinkie food for thought, and he rushed out of the convention hall to his home. [Now I got to add where he was from; for it wasn’t given to me, but I expect he must have come from, Malta, since that is the first thing that comes to mind as I am quickly writing this down now from my daydream experience in the shower, and trying to get it all detailed before my wife comes out, for she will want to go to lunch, unless I forget what I was thinking.]
Well, Doctor Zimwinkie got home to his flat, overlooking the Mediterranean of which is in Valetta, Malta; here the waters are pure blue, an American Scientist who had come to Malta once, several years earlier and did some research on the old ruins on the three islands, dated civilization here to have gone back as far as 5200 BC; predates Caral, in Peru’s civilization [which is 3000 BC].
There in his huge flat, he went into his cozy study, and started researching the DNA structure again; I say again because he had studied it all his life, but now something occurred to him, he could try to tap into one of the molecules, by injecting himself with a serum he had, this would help him pinpoint a certain DNA molecule [s], it was all by chance he knew, but should he tap into the right one, it could induce a history readout, that is to say, he could revisit history in the making, duplicate it, as on film, and play it out, to find what took place. As strange as it sounded, no one had a better tune to such an adventure, if indeed, anyone, anywhere—at all, had any kind of adventure like that in the making.
And so, he injected himself, and found himself in a time zone of approximately, 6008 BC. As he walked about likened to a shadow, fiend or mist, he was in a ghostly like form, he met a man called Sinned. He had never heard of him in history, but it seemed it might prove interesting.
—As Sinned seen Doctor Zimwinkie, he took him as a demon, and soon Doctor Zimwinkie would understand why, for during this period of time, a demonic force ruled the world, and he also found himself at a city called Yort, and putting two and two together, figured it would—in time—be called, Troy. He did after several hours convince Sinned he was truly not a ghost in the form of a devil or non living element, but rather a person who had taped into a vital source in the human body that allowed him to visit a part of history that would, or might explain why man had lost the life expectancy he once had. But in the process of learning about Sinned, he also learned he was one of the few men who had seen God in all his glory. Would he not know this secret then, but when he asked him the vital question he was seeking to the variant graph he had made into man’s life span, Sinned replied,
“I had seen the most Holy, but I never brought this up to His attention, but if you look around, you will see that Angelic Renegades have cohabitated with animals, and humans, and in doing so, were punished and their bones are hidden under the sands all over these lands. But during there existence they produced hybrids, these demonic beings if you will are a product of this whole mess. Some half human, some half animal, some half angelic, some a mixture of all these things; there is no pure blood anymore, or so it seems, not like in the beginning. And the few that are left, with strictly human blood with no superhuman qualities, or call it a bad mixture, is me, and a few others who are building a big boat, someplace I think in the far north.”
The good doctor wanted more information…
[This is when my wife woke up to take her shower, and now she is ready to go to lunch, I do hope I can finish this story, but I’m not sure at this time I have the ending, I should have pretended not to know she was up, but let me see. It was 12:10 when I went into the shower and now it is 2:11 PM, let me see what I can do to retrieve the rest of this story, if not, I’m sorry, this is all you get. But to be honest with you, when my wife woke up, it broke the circuit between the good doctor and me, so I don’t really know myself—yet.]
Doctor Zimwinkie (Part Two of Two)
Part II
Another Time
I wasn’t sure if there was going to be a part two to the story, but at 4:37 PM, my wife left me at the bookstore at Barnes and Noble, in Rossville, Minnesota, Har Mar Mall, to go to work at the St. Paul, Post Office, and it jumped back out at me; I mean I was just sitting there and like a fresh banana just peeled and I was hungry, it came, and I devoured it all, and wrote it as it came. Now its 9:27 PM at night and I’m typing it from the napkins I wrote on at the bookstore. I got to do it right away, before 2:00 AM, when I got to pick up my wife, or else I may lay this story down for ages. Yes, one must write it down when it is there, when he or she is filled up with petrol, gas: and my tank is filled at this moment. I don’t even know how this story is going to end to be honest (normally I do), but it is there waiting I just got to get through some cobwebs, and it will be waiting for you as well as for me. I usually know the ending before I start, so this will be as much a mystery to me as it is to your first reading of it: sentence by sentence.
As the doctor sat listening to Sinned, feeling somewhat helpless, it dawned on him what he needed was, or possibly needed was a specimen, and he was the specimen or could be. The Doctor was thinking this person Sinned could possibly live to be 800-years old, or 8000-years old. He needed to analyze Sinned’s genetic markup, his DNA, which as or so he believed it was as unalter3ed from the birth of the solar system, or at least that of earth, some 4.6 billion years ago. He had a clean makeup you could say…the graph could start with him, from zero, and then make its way up and down the charts as man aged and died and new generations came, and left. He was excited.
He realized as far as the rest of the world, it had gone, or undergone an extensive chemical change. But Sinned was not part of the demonic world he lived in. And thus, before the new world order came about, he needed somehow to analyze his DNA, his chromosome structure, his rRMA and mRMA, and see where and what took place. Time was of the essence; his body could only survive for a limited time without food or water or bathroom facilities. And the serum he was injecting into his body [had injected] intravenously, would run out in a matter of thirty-six hours or so, possibly a little longer, and depending on how far he was into this phenomenon, he might be able to stay a little longer depending how long his body could hold the serum in it, intact.
On one hand this was a gigantic feat, on another a nightmare in the making, and still on another podium was the opportunity of a lifetime, one that could alter his life span—in addition, or that of the futures, and make him the greatest scientist of the 21st Century.
“I’m trying to go back to the beginning of time Sinned,” the good doctor shared with his new friend. Thus, Doctor Zimwinkie, with his misty-white configuration of an existence for a body, followed Sinned to his abode within the great walls of the fortress Yort, to his backyard, where his walls were some twenty feet high making the surrounding area quite private. Semas, Sinned’s slave brought him some orange juice, and they both sat down, Semas with his eyes popping out like a snake that was just squeezed to the maximum, said nothing. [Who was a long time employee of the family—in a slave like capacity.] As they rested a while, Sinned stood up as if he had a brilliant idea,
“I’ll take you to our temple, there in the temple my father and the great king Thesas, fought the Tiamat over what is called: The Great Mesopotamian Stone. On it, it has our laws, but on the sides of it, it has a language no one has really understood, possibly you can translate it, something tells me it will have more meaning for you than us;” having said that, the two men journeyed a ways within the city-compound to the temple.
—Doctor Zimwinkie looking over the stone like a dog his bone, it seemed to him to be most interesting, as if it was the makings of the first writings of Sumer, along with other characteristics, and numbers, and letters. He stood by the stone a long time, a very long time, deciphering one side of it, then started talking to himself:
“The DNA equals God’s name, preserves information from the time of mans formation on earth. I conclude you are a new breed, were a new breed, now being infected. The original origin being deceased [Sinned just looking at the professor] I think. Anything after you was a wipeout, that is why we cannot come to any definition of why the Bible and scientists conclude our existence to be, between—at any given time for the past 4000-years, between 40 and 120 years of life,”
Said Sinned, “Do you want to read the other side?”
The good Doctor nodded his head like a child who just got a sucker; he had the biggest smile a man could produce, from ear to ear, said Zimwinkie, “Quite sophisticated, yet here remains a gravitational attraction for me, and I feel I can break the code if it is here. (Several hours had gone by now, and the serum was on its last few drops, and the doctor was getting weaker as he spoke, and tired, he was as in a coma state of existence, had anyone come into his study and looked at him, so they would have perceived it to be.)
[As I got up from my table, I knew what was next, but I needed a book on genetics, zoology, and or physiological psychology, I had it in college but that was thirty-years ago, and although my mind was being fed what to write, I needed the proper language for the reader, so I hurriedly grabbed a book on nursing, not sure if this was going to help, and rushed back to my table to write out the rest of the story; but I knew what the professor had on his mind now, but still not the ending.]
—As the Doctor wrote down in his mind his translation of what the rock said, to his understanding—to his understanding anyhow, to his perceptive mind I should say, it implied that the hand of God must have touched a certain chromosome, thus weakening them all, and in particular, one specifically, hence, dropping life expectancy; this created a synthetic DNA reinforce from RNA.
As Sinned looked at the Doctor, Zimwinkie started to explain, even though Sinned would not identify with, he himself hand to reassure himself of his findings:
“DNA is a nucleic acid occurring in the cell nuclei, as a basic structure of the genes, present in all body cells. In our case here, some or all or one was hampered with, or so I believe. DNA means: Deoxyribonucleic Acid. The DNA contains the specifications you might say, for all the biochemistry of the cell. Now to my way of thinking, was the twist in the ladder of the DNA sequence off its axis? Was the double helix too thick or thin? Was the replication off balance? In my mind I have created a template for when I come out of this, I will test it. Whatever is wrong, it is in the genetic code for sure, and this stone has its secret.”
The Doctor stepped back a moment, trying to gain his focus, telling Sinned he was getting weak, and possibly my lose consciousness soon and, should that happen he might disappear so do not be alarmed. Sinned calmly as could be, simply acknowledge it, and waited patiently until he regained some strength.
—“Chromosomes, a structure in the nucleus of a cell, with a line thread of DNA which transmits genetic information; you see I knew it all the time, it is in the Chromosomes; and it is associated with Ribonucleic Acid otherwise known as tRNA, genetic material of the cell and is attached to the cell membrane. Therefore, my good friend, Sinned, during cell division one chromosome must be reinforced—stimulated. You see we have 46 of them creatures in us: 46-somutic cells in humans, of 22-pairs of autosomes and two sex chromosomes [xx or xy]. This stimulation process would have to take place only with fetal cells. If I could do a biopsy, or conception I could abort a half life span for human kind in the 21st century, they could live for millenniums. In any case, by doing this it would stop any chromosomes from braking and giving to mankind, long life again. The autosomes, or pair of chromosomes were altered, or infected at one time [1-22], surely it wasn’t the x and y [or sex ones]; wait a minute [he now looked at the end of the stone], what is that, it looks like an “F”, does it mean it is the 19th and 20th chromosome? [The doctor pondered a moment.] Wait, it maybe a “B,” the front a little warn, possibly a “B” that would mean chromosome 4 and 5?”
—At just that moment he collapsed on his study room floor. The syringe jerked out of his arm, he laid in a hazy shock like position.
Discover
When Doctor Zimwinkie woke up, he was in a hospital bed; a week had passed by, since that is, since he had returned from his voyage to the ancient world. He had been 48-hours under the serum, in a semi coma state, and had laid 24-hours on his study room floor beyond that 48 without assistance; when Doctor Hammernod came over to talk about his ideas on aging, thus, finding him lying almost dead on the floor, he of course called the ambulance immediately. Dr. Hammernod was so interested in his journey; he stayed by his side during his whole recovery.
Said Dr. Hammernod as Zimwinkie opened his eyes finally, and got them focused, and now Zimwinkie could see Hammernod plainly, and with a little humor to the tone of his voice he said:“I see you’ve been experimenting again? And I been hearing you say letters for days now, what do they mean?”
Zimwinkie knew he had learned something during his stay, during his transition to Yort, but he couldn’t remember the last hour, the letters he needed to know, the two chromosomes. And now it seemed Hammernod had the information, and was playing with him.
“What do you mean by that, you old coot, and dumbbell, what do you mean by letters?”
“Do you want me to say them out loud?” said Hammernod.
“Yes, yes, say them now.” Hammernod was taken back a bit by this, thinking that is not what he’d had said in his place. Possibly he was the only one who knew, and now he started to figure out what it all meant, he didn’t know how he got to it, but possibly they could work together on this aging project he was so worked up over.
Said Hammernod [sternly], “I heard you say two letters in particular.”
“So what where they?”
“Not so fast Zimwinkie, I want to be involved, you’ll need a co-worker on your future experiments.”
“Hogwash, you capture my formula, give it back to me!”
“No dear doctor I will not, and I got a pretty good idea where this is all leading to, it may take me sometime to figure it all out, but I’m going to.”
As the doctor was about to turn around and walk out the door, Doctor Zimwinkie—somehow—found the strength to jump out of bed and both of them now were standing in front of one another: Zimwinkie started strangling him; likewise, Hammernod started doing the same to Zimwinkie, and they both passed out, falling, and Hammernod hitting his head on the side of a table. When the nurses came in they now had two patients, and when Dr. Hammernod woke up, Zimwinkie was sitting in a chair by his side:
“Hello Doctor Hammernod,” said Zimwinkie.
“Hello what, why am I here?” he said with a demanding voice.
“You don’t’ remember?” said Zimwinkie.
“Remember what? I came to visit you at your house and found you almost dead on your floor, what happened to me?”
[To my understanding, neither one ever recovered their memory loss, but Zimwinkie became very good friends with Dr. Hammernod thereafter. 10:57 PM; I made it.]
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Doctor Zimwinkie
[3/3/2004: 12:10 PM]
I wasn’t going to write this story out but I guess I will, my wife is in the shower, and I have to wait for her anyhow; as I was about to say, I wasn’t going to write it out because it seemed a bit, un-approached, trivial, yet it came upon me as I was about to step into the shower, yes, oh yes, the name Doctor Zimwinkie came to me like the sun rising over the hill, or the tide rushing to the shore at midnight. And then when I stepped into the shower, it was like a movie projector going on in my head [mind], and I couldn’t stop it, could for the likes of me shut the thing off. It was like someone, somewhere tapped into my circuits, my DNA, my cellar structure, and was giving me a story.
And so, as I soaped my body, it came to me, Doctor Zimwinkie was in a room, a large room and there were a mass of people there, with him, or by him, yet he was somewhat sitting by himself in a chair—somewhat separated. It looked as if it was a convention, and then Doctor Zimwinkie assured me—in his own mannerisms— so it was, yes, a convention for the elite, the highly intelligent, and the most renowned of the people of planet earth; the high and renowned politicians and scientists of course. They were all talking on many different subjects, and to my understanding, what the good Doctor was saying, was—by and large, on a conglomeration of all the topics of interest of the world, such as: war, peace, God, life in general and life not so far from its general premise: its DNA structure, and yes, we got down to the economics of things; and then into: death, and life after death, a ting on time travel, along with geology, anthropology, psychology, archeology, all the …alogies in the world were being talked about here, at this meeting of the minds. But to my amazement, the good Doctor didn’t, or wasn’t’ I should say, all that interested, not until a certain person said,
“How about, aging, why are we not living longer?” then he showed pictures of a great find that just took place, where a group of hunters were found [their bones that is], in the mountains of Peru, and two of the specimens were considered to be over 800-years old, not the bones, but their life span, the bones were something like 6500-years old. Well, this got the old Doctor out of his chair at once, finaly. But I could tell it was not that the men had lived 800-years that surprised him, for he scuffed at that, when it was repeated, and Doctor Hammernod, noticed that.
Said he, to Doctor Zimwinkie, “You seem interested but a bit unmoved by these pictures, what is the part that interests you sir?”
Well, both doctors of science, and somewhat distance friends, the 5’8” robust doctor Zimwinkie commented:
“It is not the age of the person, for surely you should be aware man was created to live much longer, if not eight-hundred years, how about eight-thousand years, if not forever, but then maybe forever is a bit too long; what I am seeking is the answer of why the age of man’s body structure went from, lets say: 800-years to 40 years and now to 85 years. And I know the bible says 120-years, and I know this and that, but want I want to know is, is what DNA molecule God touched to shorten our life span; and if it wasn’t Him, then I want to know who it was, and how to reverse it.
Doctor Hammernod just looked dumfounded at Doctor Zimwinkie. He was asking the impossible, if not the ridicules. But if anything it gave Zimwinkie food for thought, and he rushed out of the convention hall to his home. [Now I got to add where he was from; for it wasn’t given to me, but I expect he must have come from, Malta, since that is the first thing that comes to mind as I am quickly writing this down now from my daydream experience in the shower, and trying to get it all detailed before my wife comes out, for she will want to go to lunch, unless I forget what I was thinking.]
Well, Doctor Zimwinkie got home to his flat, overlooking the Mediterranean of which is in Valetta, Malta; here the waters are pure blue, an American Scientist who had come to Malta once, several years earlier and did some research on the old ruins on the three islands, dated civilization here to have gone back as far as 5200 BC; predates Caral, in Peru’s civilization [which is 3000 BC].
There in his huge flat, he went into his cozy study, and started researching the DNA structure again; I say again because he had studied it all his life, but now something occurred to him, he could try to tap into one of the molecules, by injecting himself with a serum he had, this would help him pinpoint a certain DNA molecule [s], it was all by chance he knew, but should he tap into the right one, it could induce a history readout, that is to say, he could revisit history in the making, duplicate it, as on film, and play it out, to find what took place. As strange as it sounded, no one had a better tune to such an adventure, if indeed, anyone, anywhere—at all, had any kind of adventure like that in the making.
And so, he injected himself, and found himself in a time zone of approximately, 6008 BC. As he walked about likened to a shadow, fiend or mist, he was in a ghostly like form, he met a man called Sinned. He had never heard of him in history, but it seemed it might prove interesting.
—As Sinned seen Doctor Zimwinkie, he took him as a demon, and soon Doctor Zimwinkie would understand why, for during this period of time, a demonic force ruled the world, and he also found himself at a city called Yort, and putting two and two together, figured it would—in time—be called, Troy. He did after several hours convince Sinned he was truly not a ghost in the form of a devil or non living element, but rather a person who had taped into a vital source in the human body that allowed him to visit a part of history that would, or might explain why man had lost the life expectancy he once had. But in the process of learning about Sinned, he also learned he was one of the few men who had seen God in all his glory. Would he not know this secret then, but when he asked him the vital question he was seeking to the variant graph he had made into man’s life span, Sinned replied,
“I had seen the most Holy, but I never brought this up to His attention, but if you look around, you will see that Angelic Renegades have cohabitated with animals, and humans, and in doing so, were punished and their bones are hidden under the sands all over these lands. But during there existence they produced hybrids, these demonic beings if you will are a product of this whole mess. Some half human, some half animal, some half angelic, some a mixture of all these things; there is no pure blood anymore, or so it seems, not like in the beginning. And the few that are left, with strictly human blood with no superhuman qualities, or call it a bad mixture, is me, and a few others who are building a big boat, someplace I think in the far north.”
The good doctor wanted more information…
[This is when my wife woke up to take her shower, and now she is ready to go to lunch, I do hope I can finish this story, but I’m not sure at this time I have the ending, I should have pretended not to know she was up, but let me see. It was 12:10 when I went into the shower and now it is 2:11 PM, let me see what I can do to retrieve the rest of this story, if not, I’m sorry, this is all you get. But to be honest with you, when my wife woke up, it broke the circuit between the good doctor and me, so I don’t really know myself—yet.]
Doctor Zimwinkie (Part Two of Two)
Part II
Another Time
I wasn’t sure if there was going to be a part two to the story, but at 4:37 PM, my wife left me at the bookstore at Barnes and Noble, in Rossville, Minnesota, Har Mar Mall, to go to work at the St. Paul, Post Office, and it jumped back out at me; I mean I was just sitting there and like a fresh banana just peeled and I was hungry, it came, and I devoured it all, and wrote it as it came. Now its 9:27 PM at night and I’m typing it from the napkins I wrote on at the bookstore. I got to do it right away, before 2:00 AM, when I got to pick up my wife, or else I may lay this story down for ages. Yes, one must write it down when it is there, when he or she is filled up with petrol, gas: and my tank is filled at this moment. I don’t even know how this story is going to end to be honest (normally I do), but it is there waiting I just got to get through some cobwebs, and it will be waiting for you as well as for me. I usually know the ending before I start, so this will be as much a mystery to me as it is to your first reading of it: sentence by sentence.
As the doctor sat listening to Sinned, feeling somewhat helpless, it dawned on him what he needed was, or possibly needed was a specimen, and he was the specimen or could be. The Doctor was thinking this person Sinned could possibly live to be 800-years old, or 8000-years old. He needed to analyze Sinned’s genetic markup, his DNA, which as or so he believed it was as unalter3ed from the birth of the solar system, or at least that of earth, some 4.6 billion years ago. He had a clean makeup you could say…the graph could start with him, from zero, and then make its way up and down the charts as man aged and died and new generations came, and left. He was excited.
He realized as far as the rest of the world, it had gone, or undergone an extensive chemical change. But Sinned was not part of the demonic world he lived in. And thus, before the new world order came about, he needed somehow to analyze his DNA, his chromosome structure, his rRMA and mRMA, and see where and what took place. Time was of the essence; his body could only survive for a limited time without food or water or bathroom facilities. And the serum he was injecting into his body [had injected] intravenously, would run out in a matter of thirty-six hours or so, possibly a little longer, and depending on how far he was into this phenomenon, he might be able to stay a little longer depending how long his body could hold the serum in it, intact.
On one hand this was a gigantic feat, on another a nightmare in the making, and still on another podium was the opportunity of a lifetime, one that could alter his life span—in addition, or that of the futures, and make him the greatest scientist of the 21st Century.
“I’m trying to go back to the beginning of time Sinned,” the good doctor shared with his new friend. Thus, Doctor Zimwinkie, with his misty-white configuration of an existence for a body, followed Sinned to his abode within the great walls of the fortress Yort, to his backyard, where his walls were some twenty feet high making the surrounding area quite private. Semas, Sinned’s slave brought him some orange juice, and they both sat down, Semas with his eyes popping out like a snake that was just squeezed to the maximum, said nothing. [Who was a long time employee of the family—in a slave like capacity.] As they rested a while, Sinned stood up as if he had a brilliant idea,
“I’ll take you to our temple, there in the temple my father and the great king Thesas, fought the Tiamat over what is called: The Great Mesopotamian Stone. On it, it has our laws, but on the sides of it, it has a language no one has really understood, possibly you can translate it, something tells me it will have more meaning for you than us;” having said that, the two men journeyed a ways within the city-compound to the temple.
—Doctor Zimwinkie looking over the stone like a dog his bone, it seemed to him to be most interesting, as if it was the makings of the first writings of Sumer, along with other characteristics, and numbers, and letters. He stood by the stone a long time, a very long time, deciphering one side of it, then started talking to himself:
“The DNA equals God’s name, preserves information from the time of mans formation on earth. I conclude you are a new breed, were a new breed, now being infected. The original origin being deceased [Sinned just looking at the professor] I think. Anything after you was a wipeout, that is why we cannot come to any definition of why the Bible and scientists conclude our existence to be, between—at any given time for the past 4000-years, between 40 and 120 years of life,”
Said Sinned, “Do you want to read the other side?”
The good Doctor nodded his head like a child who just got a sucker; he had the biggest smile a man could produce, from ear to ear, said Zimwinkie, “Quite sophisticated, yet here remains a gravitational attraction for me, and I feel I can break the code if it is here. (Several hours had gone by now, and the serum was on its last few drops, and the doctor was getting weaker as he spoke, and tired, he was as in a coma state of existence, had anyone come into his study and looked at him, so they would have perceived it to be.)
[As I got up from my table, I knew what was next, but I needed a book on genetics, zoology, and or physiological psychology, I had it in college but that was thirty-years ago, and although my mind was being fed what to write, I needed the proper language for the reader, so I hurriedly grabbed a book on nursing, not sure if this was going to help, and rushed back to my table to write out the rest of the story; but I knew what the professor had on his mind now, but still not the ending.]
—As the Doctor wrote down in his mind his translation of what the rock said, to his understanding—to his understanding anyhow, to his perceptive mind I should say, it implied that the hand of God must have touched a certain chromosome, thus weakening them all, and in particular, one specifically, hence, dropping life expectancy; this created a synthetic DNA reinforce from RNA.
As Sinned looked at the Doctor, Zimwinkie started to explain, even though Sinned would not identify with, he himself hand to reassure himself of his findings:
“DNA is a nucleic acid occurring in the cell nuclei, as a basic structure of the genes, present in all body cells. In our case here, some or all or one was hampered with, or so I believe. DNA means: Deoxyribonucleic Acid. The DNA contains the specifications you might say, for all the biochemistry of the cell. Now to my way of thinking, was the twist in the ladder of the DNA sequence off its axis? Was the double helix too thick or thin? Was the replication off balance? In my mind I have created a template for when I come out of this, I will test it. Whatever is wrong, it is in the genetic code for sure, and this stone has its secret.”
The Doctor stepped back a moment, trying to gain his focus, telling Sinned he was getting weak, and possibly my lose consciousness soon and, should that happen he might disappear so do not be alarmed. Sinned calmly as could be, simply acknowledge it, and waited patiently until he regained some strength.
—“Chromosomes, a structure in the nucleus of a cell, with a line thread of DNA which transmits genetic information; you see I knew it all the time, it is in the Chromosomes; and it is associated with Ribonucleic Acid otherwise known as tRNA, genetic material of the cell and is attached to the cell membrane. Therefore, my good friend, Sinned, during cell division one chromosome must be reinforced—stimulated. You see we have 46 of them creatures in us: 46-somutic cells in humans, of 22-pairs of autosomes and two sex chromosomes [xx or xy]. This stimulation process would have to take place only with fetal cells. If I could do a biopsy, or conception I could abort a half life span for human kind in the 21st century, they could live for millenniums. In any case, by doing this it would stop any chromosomes from braking and giving to mankind, long life again. The autosomes, or pair of chromosomes were altered, or infected at one time [1-22], surely it wasn’t the x and y [or sex ones]; wait a minute [he now looked at the end of the stone], what is that, it looks like an “F”, does it mean it is the 19th and 20th chromosome? [The doctor pondered a moment.] Wait, it maybe a “B,” the front a little warn, possibly a “B” that would mean chromosome 4 and 5?”
—At just that moment he collapsed on his study room floor. The syringe jerked out of his arm, he laid in a hazy shock like position.
Discover
When Doctor Zimwinkie woke up, he was in a hospital bed; a week had passed by, since that is, since he had returned from his voyage to the ancient world. He had been 48-hours under the serum, in a semi coma state, and had laid 24-hours on his study room floor beyond that 48 without assistance; when Doctor Hammernod came over to talk about his ideas on aging, thus, finding him lying almost dead on the floor, he of course called the ambulance immediately. Dr. Hammernod was so interested in his journey; he stayed by his side during his whole recovery.
Said Dr. Hammernod as Zimwinkie opened his eyes finally, and got them focused, and now Zimwinkie could see Hammernod plainly, and with a little humor to the tone of his voice he said:“I see you’ve been experimenting again? And I been hearing you say letters for days now, what do they mean?”
Zimwinkie knew he had learned something during his stay, during his transition to Yort, but he couldn’t remember the last hour, the letters he needed to know, the two chromosomes. And now it seemed Hammernod had the information, and was playing with him.
“What do you mean by that, you old coot, and dumbbell, what do you mean by letters?”
“Do you want me to say them out loud?” said Hammernod.
“Yes, yes, say them now.” Hammernod was taken back a bit by this, thinking that is not what he’d had said in his place. Possibly he was the only one who knew, and now he started to figure out what it all meant, he didn’t know how he got to it, but possibly they could work together on this aging project he was so worked up over.
Said Hammernod [sternly], “I heard you say two letters in particular.”
“So what where they?”
“Not so fast Zimwinkie, I want to be involved, you’ll need a co-worker on your future experiments.”
“Hogwash, you capture my formula, give it back to me!”
“No dear doctor I will not, and I got a pretty good idea where this is all leading to, it may take me sometime to figure it all out, but I’m going to.”
As the doctor was about to turn around and walk out the door, Doctor Zimwinkie—somehow—found the strength to jump out of bed and both of them now were standing in front of one another: Zimwinkie started strangling him; likewise, Hammernod started doing the same to Zimwinkie, and they both passed out, falling, and Hammernod hitting his head on the side of a table. When the nurses came in they now had two patients, and when Dr. Hammernod woke up, Zimwinkie was sitting in a chair by his side:
“Hello Doctor Hammernod,” said Zimwinkie.
“Hello what, why am I here?” he said with a demanding voice.
“You don’t’ remember?” said Zimwinkie.
“Remember what? I came to visit you at your house and found you almost dead on your floor, what happened to me?”
[To my understanding, neither one ever recovered their memory loss, but Zimwinkie became very good friends with Dr. Hammernod thereafter. 10:57 PM; I made it.]
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