I looked at Olivia, smiling, "She is definitely beautiful."
Olivia slowly turned her gaze in my direction, her expression slowly shifted, and after a mont, she burst into laughter.
My intimate relations with Olivia were not a topic I wanted to discuss with her parents, so I skipped the subject and poured myself and the rest so coffee. We sat down for dessert.
A few minutes later, there was only coffee left.
Jas and I found ourselves engrossed in a more serious discussion.
"Jas," I began, "I’ve been studying the details of optic nerve regeneration post a full eye transplantation."
Jas looked at intrigued, "Regeneration of the optic nerve? Why are you interested in that? What does it have to do with quantum physics?"
Well... it does have a lot to do with Quantum Physics, but I didn’t want to get into that.
"It’s not about quantum physics. It’s a bit of a personal matter. My mom had a serious thrombosis in the main retinal veins in both eyes and lost her sight. That’s why I got interested in this topic," I explained.
Oliv’s mom looked at with a hint of sympathy, "I’m sorry, Max. I hope sothing can be done with today’s dicine."
Jas sighed and glanced at ry, "Unfortunately, ry, as of today, there’s no way to restore vision after CRVO."
I interrupted their conversation, "Not today, but over the past few weeks, I’ve been studying neurology, and I think we might be able to pull this off. I even have an idea of how it could be done."
Jas, with his background in neurosurgery, squinted his eyes and looked at . "I’m a bit skeptical, Max. But... go ahead. What did you learn?"
"Well, Jas. First of all, I want you to know that I read through many books like ’Neuroanatomy Through Clinical Cases’ for example. I also read dozens of papers on eye banking, corneal transplantation procedures, and retinal transplantations."
Jas nodded. "I haven’t done any eye surgeries. I specialize in hand surgeries. However, I do understand how those are done. The key to nerve regeneration is to manipulate molecular signals to encourage the regeneration, but for an eye, it has never worked. It’s just too complex of an area."
"Jas... usually for regeneration after surgery you use Brain-Derived Neurotrophic Factor modulators and Nerve Growth Factor modulators, right?"
Taking a sip of coffee, Jas leaned forward, "That is the case, Max. We also administer corticosteroids to reduce inflammation and antietics to prevent nausea and vomiting"
I continued, "I have studied a lot about synaptic connectivity, and I know that neural stimulants like Modafinil and Amphetamines have been used to potentially promote those connections to regenerate after surgery."
"That’s true. In so cases, those can improve sensory perceptions and even stimulate the brain to regenerate after a tumor removal surgery. However, from what I know when it cos to the optic nerve, it could be said that so... life, can be brought to the nerve. But it doesn’t regenerate the way it should..."
I nodded. "Exactly, Jas. That’s why my plan is to extract an array of stem cells from the patient’s retina and bone marrow. Then cultivate those cells and introduce a stem cell therapy to stimulate optic nerve growth along the neurotrophic factors."
Jas sighed again, this ti the reason was slightly different, "Max... we need to prioritize patient safety. Use of psychotropics is not supported and stem cell therapy is an ongoing research. This should be approached step by step."
I said, "I still want to try it. Transplant stem cells and introduce psychotropics into the bloodstream and do that again and again at increasing rates. Basically, create a new type of therapy."
Jas smiled at and then laughed out loud, "I think you are just crazy... Max. The patient would experience vivid dreams and hallucinations. He or she, will not know what’s reality and what’s imagination. You can’t just do that without trials..."
Finally, I concluded, "Yeah. Similar to when you take too much vitamin B and experience lucid dreams and yet no one stops people from doing that... It’s decided. I will create a new sub-company of mine and start with trials on animals."
During the ti we were talking, ry and Oliv sat quietly, but when I suddenly ntioned starting a company, they set down their cups and looked at with surprise. "Do you know how expensive pharmaceutical research is?", ry asked.
I looked at her and replied, "Oh. I know, I know. I have enough money to start, and I’m sure there will be investors who would want to invest in a company created by ."
Oliv looked at and playfully hit my shoulder, "Don’t brag like that. Silly."
I continued chatting with her father. In a lighthearted manner, asked if he would be interested in joining.
He chuckled, expressing appreciation for the offer but explained that he was content with his current job.
However, he agreed to discuss the idea with so of his colleagues who might find it interesting.
He also said that he might be able to et soone at the Neurological Advancents Conference next month. They specialized in neuroregeneration. He could introduce him to the concept.
Then we spent so quality ti discussing mathematics with Oliv and her mom. Oliv was in the process of writing her first thesis in the field of graph theory, which was quite fascinating compared to so other topics.
In the late evening, we had dinner together, and in the darkness Oliv and I drove back to Boston, where we arrived in the middle of the night.
I pulled up to Oliv’s apartnt and debated whether to get out and stay overnight. Ultimately, Oliv convinced to stay at her place.
So things happened, but I won’t say much.
...
The next morning, after returning ho, I opened the USB drive to take a look at the last file from the second layer of quantum physics. I thought that If I were to go back to the laboratory, it would be better to finish this up.
The na of the file was ’Harnessing the Waves’.
The rging black holes created a gravitational well. This disturbance propagated outward, creating a ripple effect that stretched far beyond the imdiate vicinity of the rging black holes.
Scientists began to look for applications for the gravitational waves. The idea was that a spacecraft, equipped with sensors and artificial intelligence, could detect and utilize these waves to navigate the universe.
Spacecrafts were equipped with gravitational wave detectors that could sense the location where black holes rged and as ti went on also the gravitational fields of any celestial body.
The onboard artificial intelligence interpreted the information and adjusted the spacecraft’s trajectory accordingly.
This ant that spacecraft could autocorrect their trajectory with unprecedented precision, adjusting their paths in real-ti based on the incoming gravitational waves.
There was no longer a need for elaborate calculations that were usually done before the flight.
I thought that this was much like autonomous vehicles adapting to real-ti traffic conditions.
The utilization of gravitational waves marked a new era in space exploration. Spacecraft used those waves not only to navigate but also to propel themselves using the gravitational fields of celestial bodies to their advantage.
All of that was done automatically, calculated on board the spacecraft by an AI engine, using the gravitational waves as input data.
As I contemplated this information, the challenge of achieving interstellar travel crossed my mind.
I began thinking about the fusion research I was currently engaged in.
With a surge of inspiration, I grabbed a pen and paper and started sketching an intricate rocket engine.
The size of the rocket I envisioned dwarfed the scale of Space Z’s Starship by about four tis.
The centerpiece of this colossal engine was a miniaturized fusion core.
I believed that achieving this was not only feasible but also less invasive than fission.
And so, I completed the study of the second layer of quantum physics. I rose from my desk, grabbed my bag of notes, and approached the wardrobe, stepping inside.
In the next mont, I found myself in the laboratory.
Upon exiting the wardrobe, I imdiately noticed that The Lord wasn’t waiting for as he usually did.
I swiftly made my way through the white corridor to the room where we usually spoke.
Therion and The Lord stood inside, engaged in a conversation. As soon as they saw , they turned towards .
"I see you managed to grasp the second layer quite quickly," Therion inquired.
I nodded, "Yes. But I primarily ca here for a different reason."
The Lord looked at , "What’s the matter, Max?"
"Is Jumping back and forth possible? Because I’m under the impression that I’ve t soone who has experienced such a phenonon...", I said.
The Lord maintained his expression, but when I looked at Therion, I noticed he was visibly shocked and sowhat disturbed.
Then, his facial expression shifted to a very serious one.
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