Entry 8 - The Phone Call
I was sitting at my desk admiring the certificate.
Our new baby girl, now has the omniplant! Lifetime subscription. Many a new parent could only wish for such an achievement. Alice is now three weeks along and the implant has taken successfully. I really love the idea of our baby, we are going to call her Annie, will be able to talk as soon as she is born. Omniplant will cause her brain to mature and be fed knowledge about the world and will be teaching her as soon as she is born, adding to her fund of knowledge she will be born with.
Her IQ will be among the highest in the world, that much we already know. Alice is so proud! I am so proud! She will be capable of things we can’t even imagine now. Alice coming downstairs, finishing dressing, no bulge showing yet but the implant is already doing its job. She is brimming with joy knowing what is in store for baby Annie.
“Have breakfast yet, dear?” Alice says, ear to ear smile on her beautiful tanned face.
“Not yet, what do you have in mind?”
“Well, I really loved those blueberry Belgium waffles you made the other day, any chance for some of those?”
“Your wish….” I said, also high on joy and the energy of the future with Annie.
I went to the kitchen and found the recipe, got the eggs out of the fridge, found the flour, olive oil, vanilla, salt, sugar and was ready to go to work on the waffles.
My cell rings, holding it in one hand, whipping batter in the other.
“Mike?” “Yes?” “It’s doctor Plade. There seems to be some complications with the implant’’
I dropped the bowl of batter on the floor, worry furrowing my brow.
Stooping to pick up the mess, I said ‘’what complications and I noticed the plural’’.
“Well yes, complications plural. It’s like this. Normally the implant enters the brain stem with its own fullerene capsule, and it opens up when it is in the brain stem, we activate it with an IR laser”.
“Yes, so what is wrong?” “in this case, the fullerene did not make it up the brain stem and instead got lodged in the vertebral nerves’’
The doctor was noticeably shaken on the cell phone screen.
“So what happens now?” I asked, a bit shaken myself.
“So we try an extraction procedure. Well, we already tried an extraction procedure to start over’’ The doctor was a bit more agitated now.
“And?” I demanded. ‘’Well, the extraction didn’t work, the fullerene has disappeared and we are taking steps to find out where it went, as we speak”.
All this time, Alice is in the next room, still with the look of joy on her face.
“How are you doing that search, Alice is in the living room”
“we have remote monitors active in her body, searching right now”
“What happens if you can’t find it?” I asked, chest tightening, blood draining from my head.
“We have to have her in our clinic and soon” he replied, bits of sweat appearing on the doctors face.
“Ok doc, tell me the bad news, what happens if you fail to find it?”
“worse case, a chain reaction sets up by the fetus’ immune system but it will overload and it dies. The fullerene is designed to only enter the brain stem, not the nerves down her spine”
“How much time do we have?”
“About one hour. I took the liberty of calling an ambulance, they will arrive shortly. They will have her here in about ten minutes”.
I had to sit down to absorb all this. I kept looking at the waffle mess on the floor, now unimportant, and back to Alice, afraid to even talk to her now for fear I will burst out crying, a man just doesn’t do that.
“I am so sorry” the doctor said sadly, “it is too late, the fetus just died”
“We were too late”. Alice was still beaming with delight, still unaware her child had already died.
I put down the phone, stricken to the core, went to Alice.
“What’s wrong dearest?”
I choked, couldn’t speak.