https://www.amazon.it/real-story-Patrick-Winningoes-Salvatore-ebook/dp/B0B244SFNQ/While I was trying to go further in what the man had told of his personal story
he took back with sad voice to tell his tale.
«I apologize for talking in a such confused mess. Before continuing telling
you of my son it would be better to resume what happened first. At the age of
twenty one, after a long journey and appropriate studies, I started some
peculiar experiments on the human brain. I felt that I had to create a super
brain in order to be reproduced and form a race of super-men able to drive on
the right direction this dreg of humanity that inhabits the world. After all I had
to consider that the brain of every living being contains, even though modified
by the evolution, the original matrix of our existence.
After some rough attempts of surgical engineering, that occupied me for
different years, whose initial success and following disappointed bitterness,
almost led me to abandon the whole project, it was the fate to intervene and to
point out the right way to me.
Which kind of proof would I more need to wait for? The same celestial stars
directly showed me the way!
A beautiful day, in fact, while I was observing under the microscope a cat’s
brain, ulterior, fortunate guinea-pig, subtracted to the deprivations of its
life for the glory of the Science, an amazing account happened to me.
I had set the small feline’s organ in a cylindrical open neck test-tube and
I was continuously thinking about it, looking as usual for a sprout of understanding
on its complex and mysterious composition. At a certain point, needing
something to eat, I went upstairs. I left unwillingly open the microscope’s
focus. I was going to have a cup of tea, with my daily survival meal.
As I returned downstairs I immediately noticed that something strange had
happened during my brief absence. In the
test-tube the brain of the cat had dried, acquiring a grey and pale color.
I extracted it with the pliers: it seemed a dry sponge without neither
weight nor smell. What devil had it happened? It was a gust of wind which answered to me.
In that underground where I secretly developed my experiments, I had not left
but a small window, that I wanted surfaced to the level of the ground. It had slightly disclosed, quiet enough to
allow the passage of a provident ray of sun which, intruding the optic circuit
of the microscope, had poured in with all its mighty energy, dehydrating completely
the object of my experiments.
But my light, initial disappointment had soon to be transformed in high
exultation, when I closer observed the test-tube that had served like furnace
to that unforeseen experiment. On its fund rested some drops of a dense and
glimmering liquid! I had a lightning, an intuition that afterwards had to be
exactly revealed.
Admirably exact, my friends! I had found the way to extract from the muscle
that includes our life, from the brain that contains all the knowledge of a human
being, its own essence. An extract, a summary, that is the same, but free from
the physical brain’s encumbrance, from the grey mash that comprises it. Free
from the flesh as a soul is free from his body as an idea from his thinker as a
thought from his action!
As you certainly know all our mental energy springs by a simple chemical
reaction that is continuously produced in our brain. Such reaction, that the
physicians define with the name of “synapse”, is originated by the reaction
between the liquid whose any brain is
imbued and the cells it copiously contains. In practice this liquid, that has
equal molecular structure in every man, works as a tracing detector of the
cerebral process, whose action is, instead, what countersigns a man from
another.
The intimate reasons for such different action of the cerebral processing,
have seen divided for a long time the humanity. Manhood has however been until
now incapable to intend the true reason for the difference of the beings of its
species. A human being, from the scientific
point of view, it is only a product of a casual connection of the basically
chemical mixtures that are contained in the cells. And all its activity is
coordinated by the cerebral cells.
To succeed on obtaining a distillate of those cells, meant therefore to
dispose of a substance of inestimable value.
At the beginning I thought to try his reproduction, but actually this would
have been only an interesting and suggestive detour from my principal aim.
In order to reach it I had to gather all my efforts, and the results of
that first experiments constituted the base of my following job.
First of all it was clear that the cerebral muscle, under particular
conditions of temperature and environment, like those which took accidentally
place that prophetic day in my laboratory, released a particular, liquid and
dense substance, containing the fundamental geniuses, that I call primaries;
those which are responsible of the most intimate and proper characters of the
race.
It was also evident that such substance appeared able to be moved into
another brain, creating there a new habitat in which to regenerate its cells
and with them repurchase its functions and its aboriginal characters.
I verified more times the exactness of these hypotheses, but only in a direction,
that I define evolutionary. The experiment only succeeded if the essence of a
superior animal, in the steps of the evolutionary chain, was introduced in the
brain of an inferior animal, while in the other way down, the phenomenon took
place in a lesser and very attenuated tone deprived of significant consequence.
I baptized the liquid essence ‘nouchefalon ', and I prepared hence
myself to develop in the foreseen direction my experiments. What would it happen if I transfused some ‘human
nouchefalon ' in to the brain of another man?”
