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Thursday, 21 July 2016

The story of 'Luck and C-G-T-A and DNA'

I haven't forgot you know. I still think about it often. I keep working on it. I've not given up. It's not easy. I know I'm up against the odds. I try anyway. I said I will do it. I said I will find a way. I said I will find something...I said I'd save him, I said I'd save Luke...

All together now...

It is now early March 2016. I am still fighting the secret service, I still have a bug in me that makes my head more like a hypnotic chat room than a head, my life is still hard, life is still a fight. I am in supported housing now. I am in a home called the Pentrich, in a small room on the third floor on a small street, it's in my home town Bridlington. I am glad to be out of the hospital they had me in, it was a tough year and two months. It has been eight months I've been out now, I am glad the section ended. I am still getting the same pain experiments I got in hospital unfortunately, they make me feel ill and run down a lot, it's a fight to do my work often. In most ways I find my life much the same as it has been for some time; always changing, but always the same. Life is still a fight.

MI5 are paying an interest in me at the moment, they come online into the hypnotic chat room I call my head often. This interest is because of the London rebellion that happened recently. A rebellion us in the Phoenix net were kind of in the middle of. I am to find myself online with a new shrink tonight, he tells me he is an MI5 agent, he doesn't seem to be the nice type I note as a first impression. He soon starts attacking me with hypnosis; some lame attempt at some pointless experiment. Another one who is in to abuse me it seems, I've had to get used to this, it happens constantly, just about every day. While this agent attacks me I get a good impression of him. He isn’t pleasant, he's the abusive kind, it's easy to tell that. He's got 'the disease' as I call it, the one that has spread through most of MI5 and MI6; bad guy syndrome. When he attacks me I 'hack' him to defend myself; I jump around him with my logic, I question and suggest, to extract information; it's like hacking a computer. I get benieth his armour and get a reaction first, then I go in to hack my secret. He isn’t too bright so it isn’t hard. He has raped 50 prostitutes, he cuts them with a knife he never washes. It seems this guy is pretty much scum, a rapist, and a bad one at that. I hack a few other things out of him like him betraying who he works for and other bits I often hack for. There are some MI6 agents in as well, one of them mentions about this guys looks, he has red blotches over his face, he is riddled with diseases it seems. No one likes him. I'm a little surprised MI5 employ people like this, I imagine people like this cause problems, then again I have found MI5 have done some pretty sick things recently. The abuse continues all night, people with this disorder become obsessive so it can be pretty constant. He attacks me again and again, me having all my hypnotic abilities suppressed when I sleep I have no other option other than to hack in retaliation, I raise my hands in my imagination as I've started recently to do in a natural fashion when fighting. I hold them on high angles like they are Cobras, take a breath, and get back to it. I jump around his logic. Considering my abilities are suppressed I do well, considering my voice is my only reliable weapon. The night goes on in the same fashion, eventually it gets late and I start to get tired. It can be tiring how I live. I decide to climb into my bed and try to get some sleep. This guy is still online, I ignore his attacks now, this is an important skill I've learned, it would be hard to get rest sometimes without this one. MI6 have acsess to me here in the Pentrich when I sleep, just like in hospital and the last place, like in every place I've been in for years. So I lay in my unsafe bed and close my eyes, eventually I start to drift off, eventually fall off to sleep.

It is now the 12/3/16, the morning after. I awake, I am soon to find something feels wrong, I feel the base of my spine, it feels very wrong, it's just disappeared, I just can't feel the base of my back at all. It has caved in; I have a compacted spine of some description. At this point I'm unsure if it's broken it's that bad. My nose also hurts I find, I feel it, it is swollen, it stings when I touch it. My nose has been cut on the inside, against a bone that sticks out from my old broken nose (my war wound from when they sleep dep'd me). Its obvious my nose has been cut with a knife. I have no recollection of it but during the night I have obviously been woken into a hypnotic state and attacked. 

MI6 agents are in now, through the day I talk with them, they say MI5 demanded access to me. I am told the agent from yesterday raped me, it confirms what I suspected. David Cameron and MI5 arn't content just to give me carcinogens it seems. MI6 ask me to feel my back so they can see what's happened, a GCHQ doctor is in, the doctor isn't happy, they say I nearly died last night from a broken back when I show them it. I get told by one agent the MI5 guy heard it snap twice. I am now told about the rapists diseases, I am told I’ve probably been infected with HIV and herpes; that it was herpes all over his face. One MI6 agent tries to hold a sinking feeling in my tummy when I am told this but I know to defend myself, I know it is a foriegn reaction and to ignore it. Us theta autistics are the adaptive type. I was obviously raped quite violently from my injuries. I think about it, about the HIV. That’s it then, its me too. I think of my friends, of the others in the Phoenix net; Me, Luke, Mr. Thompson and Icequeen all have HIV now, I am lead to believe Claire has it too. I'm starting to think we have all been targeted, even Bob, it's seemingly obvious. I think it's maybe so the bumbling Nazis as I call them, those who control MI6 can get rid of us without a fuss. On top of this there is my son Phoenix, I know he has it too. I need to do something, I've got to do something. I've been working on a cure for HIV for around two years now, since Luke left the conscious net, when I thought he had died. I decide out of necessity to redouble my efforts working on It.

Processing thoughts

The days pass, I continue with my work, often when I am problem solving I will come back to HIV...I've found my feet with solving problems but my backs against the wall this time. I need to find something. I won't let my entire team and my son die of AIDS. I set my mind to this; as I say 'I'm not going to fight HIV; I'm going to declare war against it'. I really set my mind to solving this problem; finding a cure for HIV. 

I'm sure I can cut the time it will take for a cure to come about, but I wonder by how much? Would it be enough to make a difference? I guess that a cure is about maybe twenty or thirty years away currently. I say on a couple of occasions to different shrinks ‘if I do well it will take me ten years to crack, if I do average it will take fifteen, if I do badly it will take me twenty, and doing it in five would be like hitting the jackpot'. I'm hoping that doing it in ten years will be enough to save Luke... No one has told me yet but Luke wasn't even going to last that long, he's been on antiretrovirals over ten years at this point. You only last around ten years on them, I thought you would last a lot longer than that. He has passed his life expectancy already. Unaware of this I busy myself with my work but keep coming back to HIV. I got my education in brain science, well; in problem solving really, I’m sure I can apply what I know to this problem. I keep trying day after day coming back to my problem. It plays on my mind; my entire team and son has it. I think about this a lot. I'm just not having it, I won't let this just happen...I won’t let everyone I care about  just die... I've been working on this problem for two years now, now my survival instincts have kicked in as well, this brings it to mind more. This all helps focus me, I find I work best in a crisis...

I don’t know much about HIV, I could use some more information about it’s behaviour, it's life cycle and the like. I need to find a weak point somewhere in it and I know it has to be something that some very clever people out there haven’t found. This isn’t going to be easy, I know this, I have to try though. I know I need to find something you wouldn’t usually see. I head to my local library. I do some research online. I learn more from talking with people and thinking about my problems as a rule, but this time I could really use a few fresh ideas and angles to tackle my problem from. I decide to research Wikipedia for a while to try and give myself some grounding in HIV and to find some new angles to solve my problem from. I type in 'HIV'. I read the article. It’s all bloody foriegn to me, it’s too many unfamiliar concepts I note as I read it. My mind feels a little overloaded after a while, I just arn't taking in hardly any of what I'm reading. This isn’t any good to me I soon realise, it's not going to help me, not at this point at least. I need to try something else. I leave the computer without learning anything, I haven't made any headway. I need to find something. I decide to fall back on what I already know about science and logic and my problem solving, it's how I usually get results. I decide to problem solve my way out, mix things up a little. I know a bit about genetics and virus but not much past secondary school education and from T.V programmes. I've always picked science up easily though so I do know a bit, I hope it's enough to 'jack in' (as I call it) on my problem.

It is now on or around the 15/3/16. My problem is beyond me I am finding but I keep on trying, I keep comming back to it. GCHQ are in today, they are brought online with hypnosis when I'm doing my work as a rule, the others don't understand science like they do. GCHQ are the geeky sciency ones in UK intelligence, I feel quite at home with them. I've developed a very good relationship with them over the least year since they’ve been involved with me, some of them I'd even count as friends. GCHQ seem pretty cool as a team, they are pretty much on my side too which I like, I should be working with them really, me and GCHQ all think that. I chat away to everyone online while I am doing my work as I do. I come back to the HIV problem, I spend some Rhine thinking of different ways to tackle it. I think of something, a new idea, about making new HIV drugs; how do they do this? How could I do this? How I could I actually speed up this process? GCHQ tell me it is a slow process, they say it is regarded as an 'art form' designing drugs. An art form? That means it's just beyond the mind to understand properly, right? This is it; my instincts tell me this might be what we've been looking for. I ask a few questions about drug design, I want to know how they work out which elements can bond to which and on what angles; how the atoms of the drug are put together into a compound. I am told it is a set of complex mathematical equations that people go through to design a compound. I think. I'm useless at maths I know, but there might be a way around this, this process might be beyond me to master, I know that...But it might not be beyond everyone...I decide I need to seek out a higher power for this one, as I've heard is recommended with problems that are beyond you... Though seeking out a higher processing power might be a better description of my idea...

I think we might be able to put the right equations into a computer to get it to put compounds together, drugs are just compounds right? If we add enough parameters I think we could get it to design new HIV drugs for us...We might be able to do this... GCHQ are more than interested in my new idea. I put my thoughts to them; how we could program the periodic table of elements and how they bond together into a computer program. They constantly question me saying it won't work because of various details, I do my best to solve the problems they put to me. I hack through the problems.

I know we could do this if we had something basically along the lines of one of the computers off Star Trek. A plan starts to form in my mind. I decide I need one of these computers, you know the ones, where you just basically state what you want the computer to do and it just does it, you state the parameters to them, the frame of what the computer needs to do. I remember the computers on Star Trek would often say 'please state parameters', they are designed so you do the logic and it does the maths. I know programming a computer is beyond me but it isn't beyond GCHQ, I know I can do the logic part and list what I need the computer to actually do. I know my friends at GCHQ can turn this into codes and commands for a computer. At this point in my mind I decide that I am going to think of GCHQ as being like one of these computers. I look at my GCHQ shrinks, I tell them what my plan is; I say to them 'the development of new HIV drugs is going too slowly for my liking, we need to speed things up a little'. I grin and state 'were going to hijack HIV research for a while'...

A database?

I start to list my parameters to GCHQ, what we need our computer to do to get it designing us new drugs for us. First I say I want them to build a 3D model of all the atomic shells of all the elements on the periodic table and how they connect together, I gen an image of this for them in my imagination, then I gen how they connect to each other. I gen the atoms as balls of energy whizzing round and where they connect to each other as lines. I say how we will need to calculate the elements bond angles when they connect, their tolerance and how they change when we add more elements. I show them a gen of what it should look like and how the angles must all change when new elements combine to a compound. I list more perameters to them... Like only using elements found in HIV drugs. Using elements that are common bases for drugs in general. I explain they need to make databases that list how often an element is used in a drug so our program knows how often to use this element. I think of a parameter of using the structure of the best HIV meds as a template to create better, simpler ones. It occurs to me to use the structure of HIV proteins, they are just fancy compounds HIV uses as I understand them, as a 'target parameter' for our compound we make to bond with. 'The bathroom cabinet parameter' makes me smile when I think of it- you program the computer to only use raw materials you find around the house, this one is for Africa especially, for affordable HIV meds over there. Me and GCHQ spend a while problem solving, I come up with more parameters. They eventually tell me they think my idea is possible, that we could do this. I say to GCHQ were going to need something, we're going to need a 3D game engine to do this, we definitely need this, I think it will have to be a good one too. I think about this…my mind wonders, where could we get a game engine like this from...One to help us hijack HIV research…Hmmm...

In the coming days GCHQ soon turn up with an engine for us, they found one somewhere it seems... We all get busy, GCHQ programming with me coming up with more perameters. Someone puts to me at some point while we work; what are we going to call this project? It looks as if they want me to decide. I choose a name for my and GCHQ's little project, I decide straight away upon 'Dr. Database'...Because then you could basically say to him 'dr. Database, I'd like fifty new HIV drugs please...and he'd seem like a real person' as I state. They all look at me. Some of MI6 being a bit stuck up don't like my name because of this (I think it gives him character personally) but GCHQ insist it's my choice; so dr. Database it is. Our project has a name. He is an Elemental Designe Engine (ED-E) by the way, though I also play with the first name E.D.E.N as well if he becomes a network. I take to just calling him dr. Database.

Days pass. GCHQ I am to find kind of go rouge from government with our project; they have all stopped cracking codes I am told which is what they are meant to do and are all working on dr. Database as their top priority. GCHQ say to me if all two thousand of them work on this we can have an operational dr. Database within a week or two. So our project is quietly put together, there is only me, GCHQ and MI6 that know about it at the moment.

Days pass. I am to receive a knock back today, I am told by GCHQ the new HIV meds we think we will be able to make with dr. Database will only do so much. This is what I was pinning my hopes on for a cure, dammit, I am told that the virus will just overpower them, it's just a matter of time. It looks like I've bought us time but no more than that. I was hoping somehow that if we made better ones or combined them it would be enough for a cure. I'm still sure dr. Database is the key though, but I need to think of something else. I thought we had it, dammit, I feel a little disheartened from hearing this. I really thought we had something. I can't let it put me off though, I know we've taken a big step in the right direction, I have to get back to work...

It is now the 18/3/16, I am sat downstairs in the Pentrich. I am working on my HIV problem again. I try imagine my enemy as a person this time; he is trained in combat, he is armoured, he is highly evolved, I have to fight him in his own environment. I think of striking him on different angels in different ways and try fit what I'm doing into what I know of science. This is to help me think of new ideas. I picture him. I need to get benieth is armour somehow, I attack him in different ways with different things, I attach relative ideas to how I am striking him. I come up with a few ideas, GCHQ discount them one by one. I argue my point every time, we come up with some possible avenues. Time and time again I come back to my problem. I try to think of my enemy's weaknesses, a weak spot. A point where I can hit him hard...I think of something... Hitting him in his vulnerable area; in his reproductive cycle. I think of his life cycle; he is born, he grows, he reproduces, he ages, he dies. I think about this, it's my enemies weak point. I think of the DNA of HIV, it's a code of four letters; C,G,T,A. I know a virus is a chain of it; I know it must split and recombine to reproduce, HIV 'has' to do this, but how to stop this happening? I think, I think of simply tying a knot in it, tying a knot in his reproductive cycle, in his DNA. Dr. Database could surely come up with two compounds that could lock into place on opposites sides of HIV's DNA, specific to its code. Then we make these drugs connect to each other across it's DNA, we form a bridge over it, a lock. This would bond HIV's DNA together, so it couldn't reproduce. That’s it! damn right! I think I've got it, I'm sure this is it. GCHQ agree, it might work...

The Damion and the monkey constant

Days pass. GCHQ have been hard at work, all of them. All abandoning cracking codes, all working together on our project as top priority. We soon have a fully operational dr. Database. It runs on GCHQ's super computer, they divide the processing time between a cure for cancer that you just alter the parameters slightly for and HIV. There is something that has happened in that I am unaware of at this point, in the last few days; a shrink I named Mark (a.k.a 'the physics monkey'- a long story) from GCHQ was given an important project; he heads up an entire team that work on it. Mark was the first one from GCHQ to actually listen to my ideas on physics, back in hospital, we kind of won each other over, albeit eventually. Him and his men risked a lot with what they did (GCHQ have a good story to tell one day); they entered a few extra bits of coding into dr. Database... To help with something...To help me... To try to change things. I carry on oblivious to this. I carry on with my work when I can, the experiments go on, I work when I can, I keep at it. GCHQ come in and tell me something today, it isn't good news; they tell me that Dr. Database can't make my DNA locker work, I am told it would be a hyper complex compound and it would be too difficult to make. Dammit, not again. I really was sure this time. I really was. This isn't good... Again.

Dr. Database soon starts spitting out new meds for HIV, I am told about fifty new generic drugs that have been designed in a week. I know this will buy a lot of people time who don't have much. It's a step in the right direction at least. More time passes.

A doctor's day

It is now the 1/4/16, I have had people from the government in. They say they are here to help, a feeling of relief comes over me, it seems there here to help, we talk. They are from the conservative government. They say they want dr. Database. They want me to keep it secret from the world. I say I'll keep it quiet if they stop the torture and work with me, that I'll give them a chance. I've kept dr. Database just between me, GCHQ and MI6 so far and off my blog though I've been tempted to put it online. I state to the guys from government that we need a new prime minister, that I won't work for evil people, wars can go different ways because of things like my hypnosis after all. I'll give them a chance if they just stop all this Nazi BS. They say they can help. I'm all for this, we talk for a while. I then ask them to stop the torture MI6 keeps doing to me, I spend half my time laid on a bed or sat in a chair in pain after all. They say that I have to get tortured for a week, then they will help. I realise straight away; this is wrong, alarm bells ring. They soon leave my conscious net leaving me with MI6. I've become pretty experienced by now and realise when someone is just buying time to do something dastardly... I think they want to off me to keep dr. Database to themselves. I decide I need to move, to put my perameters online for the world to know about dr. Database. It's time to let the world know... I get my phone, I photograph the pages from my notebook with Dr. Databases perameters on, I go online to my blog, I upload the pictures. It doesn't take long. I write my post. Soon It's ready. I look at the post button on my screen, then I look up at my shrinks. I live for moments like this, I can't help but like them; I say ‘dare me to press enter’. I immediately press enter and say ‘Ha’. So I make my move, hoping good will come of it, Dr. Database goes out to the world...

I soon get reports people from all over the world are demanding copy's of dr. Database, some are building their own. I'm told it's causing all kinds of problems for the bad guys in government I'm up against. I'm eventually told government gives in and hands out copy's of dr. Database. I did it, I got it out. The government agents in the coming days come back in and arn't happy, apparently I am told David Cameron held a meeting where he put his profits through the roof then later that day had to put them right back down, I guess on the first of the month. I decide I made the right decision in fighting, I am sure when an MI6 agent confirms that government were just buying time to be officially allowed to kill me, apparently it takes time to be allowed to officially kill someone. This move may have saved my life, these people would do anything to get hold of the type of money dr. Database is worth for themselves. Apparently David Cameron was going to keep all the profits for himself, I could see a fair amount ending up in his pocket.

It is the 5/4/16 I put a post on my blog of a joker card entitled 'one for random elements'. I've played my card with dr. Database, this is me adding to what Claire and my angels tried to achieve in the London rebellion. To try and get more support for us good guys. I guess only time will tell. Some Time now passes...

It is now mid April 2016, I keep working on my DNA locker idea regardless, im sure I can make it work, I keep comming back to it, to try make it simpler. I eventually think of something; using a carbon based drug, they can repeat and form a chain. I think of creating a drug based on how a protein (the building blocks of cells) is put together. I am sure my idea is good now. I put it to GCHQ, they also think I'm on to something. I am eventually told some friends in America are taking on this idea, they are going to try make it work. I'm happy with this, they should be able to get the research and development done pretty quickly. I am in high hopes now. I really think this will work. My idea goes off to some American lab to be made. I guess it's just a matter of time now, a matter of waiting. More than a month passes... 

Not to forget

One day I am told there is a monkey that has had my drug, I am told the drug has decreased it's HIV viral count by ninety nine percent, and it's close...But it's not a cure. They tell me it's good but the HIV will still get worse and worse. I keep thinking about this. Theres a solution I'm sure. A short time passes, I keep trying to find a way to make it work. I realise that the DNA in the virus is mutating, that’s why 1% of it is getting through. It likes to wriggle I see, it mutates a lot, maybe that's why it's so hard to kill. I come to the conclusion we've hit it hard, we just hit it hard again; with two drugs this time, the second drug a DNA locker designed to bond to a different part of its genetic code. That little shit HIV might adapt and change it's genetic code a lot but we can adapt quicker. My idea is sent off, some time again now passes...

It is now May 2016. One day out of the blue I am simply told that there is a monkey out there...And that is now free of HIV... And that it is a miracle... But the drug actually worked... A big smiles comes across my face. I get exited. We did it! This is ace! We found something! Damn right! I know there telling me the truth, they never lie like this. My thoughts go straight back to Luke and the others, of what it will mean to them. There going to be ecstatic, I'm giddy. I can't wait for them to find out, I told them we'd find a way. Ice Queen, mr Thompson, Claire, Phoenix; there gonna be... They'll...I think again; this is ace! It's going to help so many other people as well. There's a lot of people out there who could really use this cure right about now. This puts me on a high, I spend most of the day smiling. Time passes...

Its quite out of character for me but I soon decide; right, I need a 'lot' of money. There's something I want to do. I'm hoping to get a small percentage from dr. Database for this... I really want to fund a big project... I don't want to stop at curing just those who are close to me, I want to do it properly. After all I did say I wouldn't fight HIV, I said I would declare war against it. I'm sure I can save a lot of people with this, we could wipe HIV out completely. I move on to other ideas about how to use dr. Database, i do quite well at it I believe, I move on to elemental engineering; creating new materials as well as drug design, I keep sharing my ideas out with the world hoping to make the world a better place. It's also one of my avenues to try and get some help fighting the bad guys and to change things in my life, to hopefully make friends and get noticed. So I carry on with my work and fighting the secret service, I find I'm in higher spirits now after this, things are looking up.

One day I am sat downstairs in the Pentrich drinking coffee, I get a visitor; an agent wanders in, he has something for me, it's a message of sorts. He tells me that Luke now knows about the cure, I smile. He also tells me about something, he tells me about when Luke read 'the story of the first games', about when I made my promise to save him. I am told that he cried when he found out what I said I was going to try and do. That's all, that is is my message. It makes me nearly teary when I hear this... He cried?... My eyes well up a little bit... He cried because I cared I think, but also maybe because he thought that I was just clinging onto some misplaced hope. Prehaps I was clinging to that one chance in a million, but it wasn't going to stop me trying. I think about all this. It never entered my mind about the odds we were up against with this one you know...I didn't care too much for that feeling, the one I had when I thought he had died two years ago. So I tried anyway. I didn't forget. Sometimes you just gotta say 'no, I’m not having it, reality just isn’t going to work out this way. This isn't happening. And try. And simply find another way'.......

                      ~The end~

Oh, there is just one more thing... If you find yourself in cyberspace, in a half built city with by chance an Elemental Design Engine operating in the sky above you...Take some time to look around the place, there isn’t just something there for you, there's a little something for someone else, it's from some brave friends of mine, two thousand brave friends of mine in fact, who did their damnedest to make a difference, who risked a lot to get this out. To help with something...To help me... To try to change everything...'Enter' the sun...

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