After putting him down, we went to the newly opened door. It was a hall even bigger than the upper level with the two Kai. Light was strong, almost like a warm outdoor natural day. Ventilation was aggressive and there was a continuous ventilation sound and a sweet variable breeze. Ground was filled with earth, grass and savage bushes. On the center there was planted a naked tree with strong branches. Around it might have existed a small camp, but that was only perceptible because of the spare rags on the ground. Nevertheless, right to the side, half buried on the earth, where the tallest bushes grew, was and old skeleton. It was there for hundreds of years.
The tree reminded me of a certain myth. A bit everywhere the empire it was told in one form or another, the story of how the Dragons got the ability to multiply. Pleadeans gave the Primordial Tree to the Dragons to catapult the reptilian race to a new technological and social level. It was the Tree of the Paradise and supposedly burned consumed by the flamed of the soul of first Dragon as he died. To look to that tree reminded me of that myth. I touched the old trunk. It couldn’t be a natural tree, or if it was, had the longevity of hundreds of years, because the trunk was fresh, new and alive. It just had no leafs, but it was well alive.
“What do you think of this?” I asked.
“This place seems to be a sample of the world outside. It’s a testing ground so Nerig could see how Kai Zero resisted in a normal ambient.”
“Like a simulator.”
I looked back and saw the shadow of Kai Zero, standing still in the corner of the hall. Some shivers went up my spine. I tried to ignore him, but it was impossible now.
“We can’t take the Mausoleum, but we can take Nerig.”
“But we have no ship Daik and to have an interface with the automaton we need that computer in the repair room.”
“The Pleadeans are coming to save us. They will understand.”
While we waited for rescue, I asked if the Mausoleum was there. A projection raised in the middle of the bushes and replied affirmatively. “Ask the most difficult question you can think of.”
“How do the proteins fold?”
“‘All for this planet?’”
“Yes.”
Various projections jumped from the ground where information ran about the architecture of each protein. With all that speed it couldn’t be read, I was only astonished by the projections that had any graphical image in it and the structure of each protein being constructed and folding. But the Mausoleum wasn’t doing that for us to read, it was calculating. Meanwhile my biologist was trying to gather anything. We was literally reading from the air. Tried to memorize all that, but it was too fast, even for him. There was a specific projection that he said they were the main calculations.
“Can you read those calculations?”
“It is Pleadean mathematics and it is way over me.”
“It must not be that different, there must be a way to translate it.”
“Imagine a mathematical system that was built from its root to describe the whole universe with the maximum simplicity. Also Pleadeans use a numerical system with base 22 and never use Euclidean geometry. Differential and Integral calculus is unnecessary and obsolete. They use mathematical deduction techniques completely transcendental to us and use Chaotic Calculus to achieve mathematical induction. And that is just to start with.”
As the proteins were being built and folded, on the calculations projection was gradually forming a Pleadean equation and a long table of constant values. The ornamental characters and the strange symbols were dancing by the projection in a shivering way. I felt I was near God. The possibilities were virtually unlimited and that left me in an euphoric state. I started sweating and feeling dizzy. It was too much for me. I sat near the tree and felt uncomfortable that my biologist was trying to read the projections, like he was trying to understand and absorb an uncontrollable divine entity.
Two days went by and the projections didn’t stop. By the night, the tree was illuminated by the ever mutating projections and kept shimmering when the morning light got through the windows near the ceiling. Kai Zero, or what was left of him, just kept observing us.
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