Ever-Life the Two Book Set: The C.P.T Incident and Time Trust by Andrew Sarkady Page B

don’t understand,” Bellos said.
                        “Doctors,” Dr. Andrew offered. “Can you feel a thought? And remember, light isn’t the fastest thing, thought is.”
    “Not when I have a headache, ” Bellos chuckled.
    “So; now what; what’s different in me, then?” Richard asked.
    “I don’t know. You should remember something you didn’t before. That’ s all we have for you two today, Dr. Lu said. “I hope we didn’t frighten you?”
    They all heard a buzz from Dr. LuAnne’s waist.
    “Oops, that’s me. I have to answer it. You two should really page the GGM now. You see that door way over there?”
    She pointed opposite fr om the way they entered.
    “Yes there, that’s ‘Knofer’ reception for this ‘Ever-Life’ section. The GGM will meet you there.”
    “Knofer?” said Bellos. “What’s that?”
    “It’s just a term we use a lot here, ‘Knofer’ [know-fer r pher]…Thank you gentlemen. I’m afraid we must part, for the time being; good-bye for now.”
    Bellos and Richard turned and walked to the doorway, filled with amazement. Bellos pushed the fob, in his pocket; and, by the time they reached reception, GGM Gordon Swanson walked in.
    “Hello lads. I trust you had a fascinating visit. Do you have any questions?”
    He rolled his eyes and snickered , as he opened the exit door. Bellos and his dad both started talking at the same time. Swanson raised his arms, as though he were stopping traffic.
    “All right; one at a time, please! I know it is all a bit overwhelming. Let’s get a bite to eat; and, Richard needs a drink. We’ll go across the center scope there, to the food post, and talk.”
    “I don’t know where to begin,” Bellos said. “Okay, first, about those gadgets; there , on your belt. So many people are talking into them. They project holograms too. What is a Knofer?”
    “Hah; well, you pick up quickly, Mathew.  Here, look at this.”
    Swanson handed him the small object.
    “Actually, Knofer is a universal term, implying knowledge. But, mostly, it refers to what you are holding.”
    “It reminds me of our cell phones on the surface.”
    “W ell, I suppose you could say it is a ten thousandth generation cell phone.” 
    Bellos examined it closely. It was a dull silver gray color, oval with an inner transparent bo dy that swiveled on a blind axis. One end curved up a tad, if one laid it on a table.
    “ Very comfortable to the touch; it’s almost weightless; isn’t it?”
    There were no numbers or buttons anywhere on it; just a few small unrecognizable characters, and what looked like a tiny red lens, not quite at one end.
    “I give up,” said Bellos, turning it over. “How does it work?”
    They stopped just long enough for Swanson to take the Knofer, place it in front of his mouth and say, GGM-001.”
    It ticked, and Swanson handed it back to Bellos.
    “Would you like to know something, about something; anything; go ahead, ask? Speak into it, there.”
    “You a re kidding?”
    “You can ask it any question. That one has a record of most relevant knowledge.”
    “Relevant knowledge; what does that mean?”
    “Use it as a communicator; receive and project any image; dictate or create a task for it to perform; here, let me have it.”
    Swanson spoke into it, “By authority of GGM-001-21839, this Knofer transfers to Dr. Mathew J. Bellos… There; now it is yours. Hold it up. Look at the red dot, and say your name.”
    Bellos did.
    “There; it is done. By my authorization and your looking into it, you have transferred all facts that you know, into your Knofer. Now you own that one. You need it anyway. The security is quite reliable. I see no reason to dally with some things. Now we eat; this way. Oh, and all Knofers are defensive weapon capable; in your case, not activated.”
    Bellos scratched his head.
    “What? But what is it made of? Does it only respond to voice commands? How do I work it? I see now why you said, I’ll be