Further than Before- Pathway to the Stars

by Matthew Opdyke

  As they waited for December 21, 2007 to come, they continuously went back into the Virtual Universe to explore the Earth, the Moon, and every location visible by satellite, probe, or tech available, while honing their plans, their details, and their designs from their first visits.

  Finally, Friday’s presentation day came. Even though every aspect of what they had created was due to their own genius intellect, diligent study, research, development, and even cataclysmic financing—when it came to each and every single physical piece of their biopods and their capabilities, before proliferation to the public, it was highly recommended that they receive approval from Harvard, MIT, and the FDA. Both Eliza and Yesha had a sneaking suspicion that all would go well, provided access to the Virtual Universe was not mentioned.

  They had visited their Virtual Universe every day that week, through that Friday, and had learned so much. They downloaded every single University Program available online in their entirety and into their minds and processed the information to the peak of understanding and concrete application. Both Eliza and Yesha were able to not only have a depth of understanding beyond the grasp of anyone else in the world of every science and every aspect of what they were planning on doing, they had also gained the ability to experience it and train their bodies to remember every inflection, through muscle memory and every sensory node.

  Going back and forth with one experiment after another, using various tools, some equipment, and one study after another in-between Professor duties, they rented a truck to carry one of the biopods to Harvard for their presentation. First, the provost and federal representatives had to review it and approve it before it could be vetted and approved by the FDA. This was something that would cure the world of all disease, including aging itself. It would also reverse it and maximize neurological capacity—making way for peace and prosperity worldwide.

  After enduring the provost’s and representatives’ deliberations, Eliza and Yesha were crushed, even despite their enhanced cognition. They knew they could only work with the willing, because regardless of the common sense of it all and despite all of their efforts when they finally sought approval, they were turned down.

  “How could that be!” asked Yesha, in frustration, only when they were safely away from audibility by the judgmental naysayers. “The way they shut us down, I’m surprised they have the neurological residue to tie their own shoes in the morning! I suppose we can be glad that at least they can no longer, conceivably hurt us, even if they wanted to.”

  “It’s frustrating, for sure,” Eliza sighed. “They are not ready for it yet, Yesha. It looks like we’ve learned too much, too soon, well, for them. Perhaps we were too evolved for our own good? I don’t believe so, though. Humanity will never become ‘too evolved,’ although I can see it quite possible that they will never become evolved enough to exist within a million years, especially if they keep their sights on nescient goals that have nothing to do with the future of humanity or life itself. Perhaps as helpful as medicine can be if proliferated, if stymied by dilatants, reducing them to supplements can still help; by other means, possibilities can still exist.

  Chapter 10: Eliza Williams, Section 7

  “We’ll need to do this in a very different way. We aren’t about forcing the issue or forcing anyone, or anything on anyone. I am willing, and I know you are willing to do what is needed to create an environment conducive to human acceptance of that which will preserve the light and life within them. It’s still legally pursuable, we’ll just need to do it through an LLC.”

  Eliza and Yesha, despite their healthy cognitive framework and ability to process untold amounts of information simultaneously, were both initially taken back by the fact that the Provost, the Congressional Representative Eliza was working with, Congress itself, Harvard, MIT, and the FDA had each reproached them telling them they could not use campus facilities to proliferate nor teach these capacities or even this technology. Moreover, they were told that the release of this technology would upset the natural order of things, turn the economy upside down, and that there was no way to make sure that they were safeguarded to prevent their use by those who had malicious intent; they didn’t want to cause a pandemic.

  Since Eliza’s and Yesha’s medical technologies were turned down for further review or public proliferation, their findings were not published, funding would have to come from their own accounts, and they were essentially told to bury their work with regard to this or face serious consequences. Although they were physiologically and neurologically optimized already, they were polite, kind, and aside from the necessary dialog, they told the authorities nothing about their plans. They brought their biopod home on the same rental truck to supposedly bury their technology and acted as though they were obliged to acquiesce to the wishes of the stewards of the campuses and the request of the Federal Government at that time.

  Of course, those who told Eliza and Yesha to bury these things were only too happy to bury it themselves. The untold sentiments of the authorities were most notably that these technologies would harm their current financial investments and agreements, and they could have none of that. So Eliza and Yesha took it all home and kept everything low-key for now.

  While they appreciated being honored “under the radar” for their ingenious contributions to biological, physiological, and neurological sciences and received awards as well as tenured positions at Harvard, going into January 2008, they settled for part-time positions affording them time to create their own company, Pathway LLC, during their spare time. Thus, they were brilliant, and they had a lot going on behind the scenes, despite all.

  As Honorary Tenured Professors at Harvard University and MIT, and while teaching part-time, they decided that although they would hide their Virtual Universe journeys and their abilities, and observe the “status quo” in public, as they each taught seven two-hour classes weekly, they would merely do so giving very little sign that they were even remotely interested in bringing about the technologies that were so firmly turned down.

  They did this, in wisdom, to appear as though they wanted to avoid losing access to the labs that enhanced their understanding of biotechnology, but secretly they did so to bring clarity to the effects of the technologies they had applied to themselves. They acted in the face of the authorities as though they had dismantled their biopods all-together.

  However, they had their plans all set up and very soon they would have all of the infrastructure they needed and much, much more within the small company they would form, called Pathway LLC. They would become more robust than any other established institution throughout the world, but they would be cautious. Initially, they would make agreed-upon appearances at the Universities to educate both younger and older minds alike who truly showed signs of interest in the advancement of civilization, as well as its preservation, all while building their dream machines, and bringing to reality all of their other plans.

  Interestingly, this in-turn would serve as an optimal professional opportunity for students they saw as dedicated with clarity and vision toward a more advanced civilization, interested in compounding upon the abundance for life itself—to be recruited and gainfully employed.

  Ultimately, they kept a level of confidentiality around their personal project that was equivalent to the highest level of secrecy held by any powerful government agent, but they maintained a public personification of normalcy. Furthermore, they had no desire to lose all of their technologies or breakthroughs by way of secret agents seeing through to confiscation of them and quite possibly their own untimely demise—at least that is how they had heard things would go down if they were not careful.

  They knew that they could not be killed by human means, they were in effect immortal, but they could not exactly tell that to the authorities, or life would become very annoying and very fast. Although they did not believe the worst would happen, conspiracies of a similar sort were out there in social media and alternative news reports and they did not want to pose
an undue risk to their intellectual capital nor their goals of preserving life and building a long-term legacy.

  By the don of the new year of 2008, and because of a decade and more of due diligence, economically or any other manner of speaking, on her part, Eliza had grown such a vast resource of personal intellect, wisdom, and even wealth, that she could effectively finance every plan she had, while procuring investments way beyond the scope of human comprehension. To begin with, here on Earth, through wise investments in all of the right start-ups throughout the nineties and the early time-frame of the 2000s she realized she had gained a substantial enough accumulation of wealth to invest in a company that could be both covert and public. From there, she would hire the most qualified personnel to build the infrastructure.

  This, she and Yesha very much planned to do, in order to provide the infrastructure and tools necessary to build the basics and go from there. First, she had to buy several acreages, and then she had to transition their designs from the Virtual Universe to the real world and fund the development of even more infrastructure so she and Yesha could go even further than before for even greater advancements—the kind they had in mind when they first journeyed throughout the solar system while in the Virtual Universe beyond the current reach of Earth.

  During the first weekend of that year, with minds that were several millennia old and physiology and neurology were more vibrant and youthful than someone twenty-two-years-of-age, they finally arranged a secret meeting with a trustworthy real estate agent and purchased several large acreages, so they could have their labs, campuses, hyperloops, jump gates, and much more built underground. It was a huge set of purchases which the realtor was only too happy to oblige when it came to their confidentiality, for a multitude of monetary reasons.

  Eliza Williams used some of her investments to finance each of her purchases, but in particular, the central hub of Pathway LLC would be located in a forested reserve of 22,309 acres, which was located in Middlesex County, Massachusetts. To drive there from her estate it would take twenty minutes by car and two hours by foot, if they didn’t use their new abilities for fast-paced running, of course. To avoid particularly wordy explanations, they chose not to be too obvious about their abilities—so they held off on running in the open, or in the annual marathons in Boston for that matter, for a while. That said, this is when and where they registered Pathway LLC, which was centrally located within Melrose, Massachusetts—a small two-member LLC.

  Since Eliza already worked with Yesha, they had journeyed together so far already, and since she loved Yesha as a dear sister and as a best friend, Eliza had officially hired her as her first formal employee. “I may be the President of Pathway LLC, but you are the Vice President and my closest confidant. Our limited liability corporation will grow into Industries that will do a lot to help billions of people today and tomorrow, and in the future perhaps trillions of people if not more. Just as the galaxies, the stars, and the worlds in the Cosmos are countless, so too will be the possibility of our influence to provide promise and hope. You are and have always been my nearest, dearest, and best friend since birth. We have named our company Pathway LLC, we will eventually name it Pathway Industries, and as more time goes by we will simply name it Pathway, in honor of our late boyfriends, Charles and Eugene.

  “I can’t believe it’s already been seven years, three months, and twenty-one days since both of them passed away. Although many tragedies to include the tragedy surrounding 9/11 require proper vindication, let’s work together to heal minds rather than harm them. I know you are with me on this, but I will ask you anyway outside of the Virtual Universe. Are you with me, Yesha?”

  “Of course! You’ve got me 121%, Eliza. You know that. Don’t ever worry, I’ve got your back, we’re together on this, no matter where we are or how far you want to go. I have no doubt in the least that you have my back too and the places we’ll aim to go will be amazing!”

  “Of course, and I am with you too, Yesha,” smiled Eliza.

  Eliza and Yesha had purchased their land in order to develop the infrastructure they had designed which would make way for more advancements, but in the safety and secrecy of their subtle location, deep within the woods. They wanted to keep this safe from the hands of those who did not wish well upon others, nor themselves. Too many in positions of influence had been mired and indoctrinated in the thoughts and ways of the establishment. The minds of those with the power to make decisions had very little to no clarity at all when it came to long-term prosperity.

  From their purview, the bureaucrats did not seem to understand that they were harming themselves with their myopia just as much if not more than they were harming those they were elected to serve. The rich made their gains based on fear, rather than through love. Eliza had begun all of what she had in the effort of reducing the unnecessary suffering prevalent throughout humanity in so many places throughout the world, and all because of love, and Yesha shared her ideals.

  She and Yesha had done the research and purchased the land and all of their rights, and when they were ready they went into the Virtual Universe again during the first week of 2008 to perfect and improve upon their plans and designs based on the layouts of the acreages. They made additional plans, which included enhanced and vibrant reforestation, lush and rich growth above and below ground, optimization and sentience of wildlife of every possible sort, development of laboratories, facilities, factories, hyperloops, and much more with pollution containment, particle repurposing, and one-hundred percent reuse and recycling of all materials and even waste.

  “Let’s consider what we have learned by developing the repurposing capacity of these throw-away or decaying objects, items, and particles, by using Earth’s fusion, underground, on the Sun, and in space, with ways to contain and prevent damage to life, and germinate their proper use and re-use. A wonderful, quiet, and peaceful revolution is about to begin, Yesha.” Yesha listened and looked over her and Eliza’s plans, their intricacy, and she was impressed.

  Once they were ready, they began to relax, search for general contractors who were, by career choices and publicly lauded reputation, willing and able to build things for a lot of money and for a lot more confidentiality. Before the end of the first week, or Friday, the January 4, 2008, they had a list of possible individuals, and they began hitting up the Virtual Universe quite consistently to quickly ascertain who it might be that would fit the bill.

  “Who would have the right personality? I mean, look at this Yesha, there is this one gentleman, and his name keeps on resurfacing. He seems like the right kind of soul, the type of disposition we’re looking for. He could be the third partner in our long-term venture, but there is only one way to truly know.”

  “I know,” said Yesha with a thoughtful look on her face.

  That night they talked until late, and then for old time's sake, they grabbed their sleeping bags, looked up at the stars with their favorite music playing in the background, and sang some favorite tunes. The song, “I Just Can’t Get Enough,” played in the air around them. They sang it as loud as they could get away with and then looked up at the stars and galaxies some more.

  “It’s breath-taking, Eliza, now that we can actually see Pluto with our naked eyes. Look at Andromeda. If you zoom in real close, you can see a system much like ours, but still quite peculiar.”

  “Oh my,” said Eliza, as she tapped into Yesha’s mind and then focused as well. “Beautiful. Great find, proud of you my friend. What would you like to call it?”

  “Eto.”

  “Short, simple, and not too pedantic—I love it!” chuckled Eliza. Yesha laughed with her, as they both were taken by the idea and the humor of what Eliza had just said. They were tired of unnecessary over-complication and thought this name was perfect.

  Eliza continued, “You know? It’s interesting, I’m twenty-seven and you’re thirty, but our bodies can stay the physiological age of twenty-two or whatever we choose for centuries, while our minds will continue
to collectively age. I mean think about it, our neurological capacity has been given many millennia of education, experience, and practical application equating to untold wisdom. Who would have known that we could exist in a world where no one noticed that our minds were actually many millennia old? It’s nice that we’ve been able to get to this point with so many abilities and so many plans. We’ve created the designs, now it’s time to make them happen.”

  “One, two, or a bazillion steps at a time,” Yesha said with a pleasant sense of humor in her tone. She then picked up a tone of seriousness and looked down, “We’ve certainly waited long enough.” Looking up, she continued, “Humanity, more than ever, needs hope. Everywhere we look we see the fight for intellectuality dying, the search for peace caving to violence, and the desire to live for a long time fade away to hopes for demise for the sake of a reprieve from all of the stressors of the day.”

  They decided to let their minds relax, and when they were done looking at the stars, the galaxies, and the CMB radiation, they looked at each other until they fell asleep, in the snow, without needing blankets, but using their blankets anyway out of habit and out of love for the time they’d spent with each other for so long in that same location, to rest following the sharing of so many plans for a better future. Again, their dreams were met with each other going on journeys never dreamt of before, together.