Without another sound from the stunned audience, he opened the cart. “This device is currently connected to a satellite of mine to receive very, very high download and upload rates. You may remember the launch two years ago, a satellite from a private company, yes?”
Another smile, “It was necessary. After all, human consciousness is a very large thing. The computer my team created has a CPU capable of Five-Hundred petaFLOPS, the Memory, or RAM as some of you may recognize it, is approximately One-Hundred yottabytes, and the system has a storage capacity of Five-hundred yottabytes.”
“For anyone who is curious, in simple language that means a metric-fuckton.”
Anabelle coughed and ducked her head down.
“Well,” the man said with a sneer. “I was hoping for at least one laugh at that.”
With a sigh he continued by reaching for the device, “All of this was possible thanks to my genius assistant. Even if I were to show you the equations and things she did to create this technology it wouldn’t help, since I don’t think any of us would understand it in the way she does. Quite frankly It seems like it should be impossible, I agree with Audrick on that point, but she made it happen.”
A quick nod toward Anabelle, she stepped forward and sat down. “Thankfully Anabelle is not that assistant, we still need our genius to help teach others this new technology.”
He placed what appeared to be an oddly wired helmet onto her head with metal spikes on it.
In a heartbeat the spikes plunged into her temples, sending her eyes reeling into the back of her head.
Cries of shock flew from the mouths of my coworkers and the representatives. Even I found myself cringing backward.
The man held his hand up as the spikes retracted from her skull, her body falling to the floor.
Security was heading down the aisle at this point, but the man simply pointed up at the screen.
A screen that suddenly showed a woman who looked very much like Anabelle.
It felt like the entire world froze, but the man simply clicked a button on a bluetooth earpiece I’d missed before.
“Anabelle, can you hear me?”
On the screen she spun around, looking in wonder.
“I can, Professor.”
“Wonderful,” he stated. “Can you describe how the process felt to you?”
You couldn’t fake the smile that lit up her face, “Painless, Professor. It’s beautiful. I never imagined it would be so.. Realistic.”
“That was the goal dear, now tell us what you feel, what you smell, anything.”
Leaning down, she touched the ground. The screen seemed to follow her movements.
“Mud, I feel it under my feet and with my hand. I can smell the pine from the forest over that way, and I can feel the grass brushing my legs.”
“Under your feet?” the Professor asked. “No shoes?”
“No Professor, no shoes.”He frowned, “A minor complication I suppose, one that is quickly fixed of course.”