Here laid Wyatt’s precious granddaughter, the machines breathing for her. Her face and body covered with nano jelly to where she was unrecognizable.

If she had been put into suspension, her body would levitate in electromagnetic currents and it would not therefore be necessary for the nano jelly application that protected against infection, as they could not be of benefit during suspension. In a state of suspension it was almost impossible to work on the individual as the organs could not heal while suspended and any added trauma could cause it more confusion when it was released from the state.

Consciousness was not taken completely off line during suspension, as it would have once been during anesthesia. The minds could now be put into virtual worlds during and following suspension and was in fact a common procedure.

Wyatt’s voice was broken by frustration and he impulsively pleaded; “What am I suppose to do, my Jewel?” How do I fix you?” (Tears filled Wyatt’s eyes) Only the machines hums and pumps and beeps could be heard. Amy was now in a world with a beautiful ocean, probably walking on a beach looking for seashells. Ben and Drake were in Amanda’s room, as Wyatt gently placed his mouth next to Amy’s ear. “How do I fix you? How do I fix you!”? Wyatt realized that he had screamed into his granddaughter’s ear, and he then pulled back some. Perhaps he was trying to instinctively pull her back somehow.

Faintly Amy spoke, “Papa”. Wyatt paused as he thought that he heard Amy, he moved up next to her again, and put his ear to her mouth. But how could this have been? No one had ever become consciously aware in two separate locations! She should have been conscious of her virtual scenario, and only of the scenario? ”Jewel… Amy? Jewel, it’s your Papa, baby, it’s Papa!” Cried Wyatt as tears dripped onto Amy’s cheek, creating a small trench in the nano-jelly.

Amy’s speech became clearer as her lips broke through the nano-jelly, “Papa, Grandmamma Dom is here.”

Wyatt was stunned and not sure what to say, knowing that this must have been some sort of strange hallucination, Amy had never actually met her Grandmother as she had died even before her parents had married. She was confabulating perhaps because of the hormonal and chemical exchanges in the brain being disoriented by the virtual scenario, but he certainly didn’t want to upset Amy, so he tenderly stroked her face removing much of the jelly, and said, “Yes Jewel, my Jewel. Fight my wonderful precious baby girl. Get better. Papa will take care of the rest, but you must fight and get better.”

Amy sounded fully coherent, “Grandmamma said to tell you to “talk to the atoms”.

Wyatt was floored! His mind searched for some sort of pattern, but nothing came forward as his legs gave way to the shock he held himself up by holding onto the bed rail. This simply could not be happening! Wyatt questioned himself assuming that this could be stress related and hopefully temporary, a moment’s delusion. He could be creating this in his own mind, he must be, or at least he thought that he most certainly must be!

Before Dominique died, she and Wyatt made a promise that if there were something following death that she would make contact in such a way that he would know it. Wyatt had talked to Dominique about his ideas of conquering death. He said, “if only I could talk to the atoms”. He meant this metaphorically, and as in being able to move into communication like language beyond the manipulations of atoms at that time, he felt a language other than mathematics may be necessary. Dominique smiled and responded, “Well mi amore, if I die from this, then I’ll try to let you know if you can talk to the atoms”.

No one knew of this conversation except Dominique, and Wyatt had forgotten it until now. Wyatt took a deep breath and cleared his throat: “I, I, I’m not sure if I understand, Jewel?”

Amy was once again coherent and now adamant: “Grandmamma is saying that you do understand.” Amy’s voice began to fade: “I have to leave with Grandmamma and Mom now Papa. I have to go with them.”

Wyatt immediately realized what that meant; she was going to die! ”No, no, no Jewel! Stay with Papa! Please, stay with Papa! Fight! You fight, precious, fight! Do you hear me, Amy, you fight! You fight, do you hear me, fight!” Wyatt’s hands were covered with nano-jelly as he attempted to pump her heart. He wiped his tears with his shirt sleeve and continued to push against her thorax.

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