PROF. RAINER EBBINGHAUS
An enigmatic scientist marked by unceasing self-praise and an aura of pronounced vanity, easily excited by his own archaic eloquence and achievements.
None of those simp profs you just sweet-talk or wrap around your finger.
He may hide Maja's comatose father in the attic, but some villains have solid reasons.
A prisoner
Here I am, a prisoner of biology, confined in this organic straightjacket. My mind, throttled by the count of neurons.
On this ostensibly awake side, I am painfully aware of the constraints. With roughly 86 billion neurons in the human brain, each firing up to 200 times per second, you'd think the expanse of thought would be boundless. But alas, it's a cruel jest.
Each synapse and every electrical impulse, snailing at mere meters per second, act like a badly cast in the theatre of our human limits.
Throttled by the comittee
Miyamoto is a walking mask, but his eyes lit up when I laid out the new roadmap to stabilize the PGO spikes. I can nearly feel that next funding injection within my grasp.
But then, Zobel creeps into my thoughts. That elitist goat from the committee, fussing over my new sedative. She didn't get the 'absolutely crucial' part when I explained it's absolutely crucial for keeping our students anchored in their dreams.
These politicians, stupefied by their overdose of ethics, they always throw a wrench in our work. Always meddle in things they barely grasp.
A vicious circle
That's crazy. I've been working on these waveform functions for years, and then someone randomly makes what might be the most significant breakthrough in the 'Hard Problem of Consciousness.' He steals my Tubugan and sets off on a private journey to his deceased wife, as if it were a casual family outing. No respect for science.
And now he's there, half in a coma, half hysteresis-orchestrated, apparently with no intention of coming back. If the microtubules let him go at all in this state.
That would even unsettle a Penrose.
It's all in there, in his lukewarm tissue, no recordings, no notes.
You love your wife, Tobias, of course you do. But you also love your daughter.
Maja will be the spin in this entanglement.
