The Evolution of Genius: Every Night, I Get Smarter!

I looked at Professor Milik and smiled, "That’s basically it. Well... there’s one more thing I’m planning. Something that will allow science to progress much faster than it currently is."

At that moment, Alice, who was sitting quietly and listening, said, "Professor Maximillian!"

"Yes?" I asked.

Alice, a bit embarrassed, inquired, "Will Professor ever visit MIT again? Perhaps Professor could give a lecture?"

I replied, "Firstly, you don’t have to address me as ’professor.’ each time. Just Maximillian is enough. And as for giving a lecture... I’ll think about it."

Professor Milik added, "If you really want to give a lecture, I’m afraid there won’t be enough space. Not only students but every doctor and professor would want to hear what you have to say."

I smiled and said, "Well... I haven’t had much time to check how the public perceives me. I only checked what people think about my new theory."

Professor Milik said, "Not only is your new theory on everyone’s lips. Thanks to your proofs and frameworks, mathematicians have proven many other theories, like the Balanced Prime or ABC Conjecture. They’ve been proven.

He continued, "The theorem-proving program at London Imperial College, with your artificial intelligence as a base, has proven hundreds of minor theories. Apparently, the doctoral students hate you because they have nothing to prove." He laughed.

I responded, "I see... well, I’ve been quite influential then."

Professor Milik replied, "That’s an understatement. The Fields Medal is going to be given in over 2 years, but everyone already knows that you will be the one to receive it."

As Professor Milik spoke, I couldn’t help but appreciate the recognition and praise for my work.

However, in the back of my mind, I realized that if I wanted to enjoy this credit in a civilization that wasn’t erased, I had to take care of a lot of stuff.

Afterward, I engaged in conversations with some of the other students, who regarded me as an example to follow. They asked questions about their future, seeking guidance. Simultaneously, some inquired about my future plans.

I also had the opportunity to speak with Louis E. Brus, the Nobel Prize winner in Chemistry.

He shared insights about his work on quantum dots dating back to the 1980s. Brus mentioned that when he heard about a compound acting like a monopole, he thought it had the potential to win a Nobel in Chemistry.

His contributions to quantum dots paved the way for QLED displays, revealing the true origins of colors.

Our eyes acted like radiation detectors, seeing different colors depending on the size of the quantum dots and the energy levels they released.

He said that he had read my Unified Quantum Theory and mentioned that the parts he managed to grasp were well organized.

As the banquet concluded, I contemplated whether to return directly to the other cluster or make a detour to Germany.

I shared my thoughts with Oliv.

Oliv said, "I haven’t seen Veronica in quite some time."

I responded, "Hey, if you’re so eager, you can go yourself. Just kidding. I promise we will visit her, but give me another week or two."

I decided that I would just contact someone who has insights into the progress of the String Harmony project.

Leaving Stockholm, we took a flight back to Malmo and then a taxi to our original departure point.

In a couple of hours, we were back in Boston.

It was early evening in Boston.

I spent it with Oliv, and at 2 AM, I called Mr. Henry, the lead engineer at the Fusion Engine Facility.

I dialed his number, and after a couple of rings, he picked up.

"Hello, Mr. Henry. It’s Maximillian Sullivan. How’s everything going with the String Harmony Project?" I asked.

He sighed on the other end. "Well, the nanomotors are the biggest pain. We’re almost done securing our license for the only place in the world that can produce them. We plan to buy them out."

"What about the rest?" I pressed.

"Everything else is pretty much set up. We’re just waiting on the motors. However, they can only produce a couple of hundred per day right now. You’ve planned for 2 to 3 billion," he explained.

"1.6 billion nanomotors should suffice. Work on increasing production. Previously, the company had little financing; now, they have all they need. Spend as much as required to boost production," I directed.

Mr. Henry responded, "This could take a couple of months—two months to scale production and then another 3–4 months to produce enough while we’re putting them in place."

After giving it some thought, I said, "Okay. These nanomotors are very important; they will control the vibrations that I theorized about. This will allow instantaneous wireless energy transfer over very long distances and also prove my theory."

"I understand the significance of your theory, but is it only a theory? Are you really risking such a vast amount of money for this? Keep in mind; you’ll also need to pay for the energy from the fusion engine," Mr. Henry said.

I reassured him, "I know. I have enough money. And it’s not a risk. I know it will work; I’m confident."

Mr. Henry understood the significance of this project and said, "Well... you are the Professor here. But still... I cannot speed up the process any further."

Our conversation concluded after discussing a couple more details.

The conversation took about 15 minutes, and right after, I made my way through the wardrobe to Coelus and then on the bubble highway to the science tower.

There, I waited for some time in front of the Separation Division.

I knew that The Lord would come soon, as he knew exactly where I was.

Sure enough, two minutes later, the man in pink appeared.

"Did you get things done?" he asked.

"Yes. I’m ready to go again," I replied.

"Of course. Now, you need to know that we have no idea what your counterpart did in the time that you were absent. He had around 20 hours. He could have gone insane thinking that he forgot a week of time," The Lord informed me.

"I know. I will take care of it," I assured him.

"Alright," The Lord said as he unlocked the entry to the Jump room.

From there, I sat on the chair in the center, and a couple of minutes later, I lost feeling and dived into the darkness.

...

I opened my eyes slowly, finding myself in a place that wasn’t my room.

The walls were clean grey, and there was some sort of material on both sides of the small bed I was lying on.

Glancing to the side, I noticed a small nightstand. If I were to guess, it seemed like a hospital room.

As I stood up and took a few steps forward, examining the unfamiliar surroundings, I noticed a corridor.

A person in red clothes, likely a nurse, walked by.

Quickly, I called out, "I’m sorry!"

The nurse turned and entered my room, asking, "Yes? What is it? Did you remember anything?"

Thinking quickly, I replied, "Yes! I did! I remember everything."

The nurse responded, "Please wait, I will call the doctor."

She hurried away, and within a minute, a doctor rushed into my room. That was quite interesting to me. Normally it would take an hour for the doctor to come.

I thought that this might be a private clinic.

The doctor, dressed in white, approached me and inquired, "Sir Maximillian, did you really remember everything?"

I replied, "Yes. I remember everything that I have done in the last week."

The doctor then asked, "Could you please tell me what you did, then?"

Feeling uncertain about the doctor’s involvement in the situation, I decided to share a partial truth. "I remember coming to my father’s office four days ago, talking with an IT specialist, and creating a website with his help. I remember all the food I ate and the classes I attended."

I proceeded to report day by day. Excluding some information.

The doctor acknowledged that it seemed I remembered everything well, but due to the significant gap in memories, he suggested that I stay at the clinic at least until the next day for the results of the brain tests to come in.

I agreed. As the doctor left I thought if I came here alone or if someone made me come here.

I decided to call the mother.

She said, "Maxi? How are you? Did it get better?"

I answered, "Yes. I remembered everything."

She seemed worried, "So what was it? Did they tell you? We paid quite a sum to have you go through the tests."

I said, "They want me to stay here until tomorrow."

She answered, "I see. Do you want me to send someone to you? Or maybe I should come?"

I answered, "Actually. Could you make Father send someone that he fully trusts?"

My mother said, "Well... I’ll call him. See what I can do."