I felt like a lot was happening at once. Another reason for this feeling could also be that I had lived my life for 400 years with nothing happening at all. That day, I learned that I had used the only supercomputer in my superhero lair that could hold data as a simple storage unit to simulate 19 personalities. Why was I simulating these 19 personalities? What was my purpose? I had no idea. Even though the names of these personalities were in the database, they didn't trigger anything in my memory.
Jose had said he could analyze the data on the computer, but I had a feeling inside that I shouldn't accept that. First, it didn't seem very possible for me to go on a mission without Jose. Yes… I could shoot my own videos and save them to my phone with Telkam, but I didn't know what I was supposed to be filming, and as a simple human, I felt quite helpless in a world so full of technology. Jose was also good as a weapon. His passage through that creature called Goliath with laser beams had surprised me quite a bit. Besides, I didn't even know how to control the spaceship.
"Sir, you were saying you had amnesia just now," IVA said to me as I lay on the bed. I was lying there like I was in a psychological session, staring at the ceiling.
"Actually, not all of my memory. I remember my younger days, for example. But even though I remember my younger days a little, I just can't remember the names."
"According to what you're saying, you're not actually not remembering the names. You must be remembering your youth visually. Maybe you only remember your youth because you don't have many important memories from your adulthood."
"If I only remember some things visually, then how do I remember the sentences my father told me?"
"I would like to explain it more clearly. Let's assume you're watching a movie. While watching a movie, you can understand and know what is on the screen, right? Your memory loss is like this. This is called Retrochronic Visual Amnesia."
"Retro what? Is this a new thing?"
"These types of memory losses began to be experienced in the last ages of humanity. Assuming you slept for a long time, you might have seen the Fourth World War."
"No, not me, but my mother and my grandmother's generation saw it. I mean, it was about 80 years before I was born. I remember my mother's side being Australian."
"During the Fourth World War, the Chinese Army Union (CAU) dropped a Neuron-Scattering Trigger Bomb on the Australian Autonomous Region to give a heads-up to the Neo-British Empire (NBE). Millions of people died with the dropping of this bomb, but the real effect of this bomb was different. The Neo-British Empire initially thought this bomb was a simple missile. They thought China wanted to declare war this way, but the reality was different. At first, when Australian refugees sought refuge in Neo-Britain, there was no difference. Later, an Irish scientist, with his research, observed that Australian people were involved in more violent incidents in Neo-Britain. In fact, this bomb carried a type of virus, and this virus was affecting people neurologically.
Years of fieldwork had shown that people affected by that bomb were more prone to violence. This rate was approximately 345.4% higher."
"Sooo..." I shrieked. "...get to the point, or I swear I'll suffocate myself with this pillow."
"Later, Australian immigrants increased drug rates, anarchic groups emerged on the streets, blah blah blah. In a language you would understand, they dropped a Virus Bomb and neurologically affected a race and those who multiplied with that race. Bad people did it."
"So my mother was a psychopath? Like a serial killer?"
"I have no such claim. We know that later, with some neurological treatments, violent tendencies were eliminated, but… If the broken gene was in your mother's genetics, she probably needed to undergo neurological treatment. This is a hereditary treatment. But it has been seen many times that this genetic treatment leads to other diseases in humans. When countries made this treatment mandatory for people of Australian descent, there was a large community that opposed it for this reason."
"Yes… I remember my mother having a strange skin disease. You're saying my mother received such a treatment, and the treatment was passed from my mother to me?"
"Yes… It has been seen many times that the treatment leads to skin diseases. The only skin disease that could be fatal in those ages also emerged during the treatment of this virus. For this reason, we can say for sure that your mother underwent treatment before giving birth to you, so that you would be born treated, and she risked her own life. Your mother receiving the treatment also means that your older relatives in your family lived by escaping the treatment."
I didn't know what to say. I just sighed deeply. "Can you tell me without giving me another headache?"
"A few days ago, when you got an electric shock, cozt..." said IVA.
"You said, cozt?"
"Yes, your brain, which functions differently due to this neurological disease, lost its memory with an electric shock."
"So… What does this have to do with our topic?"
"This neurological treatment is seen as…" she was about to finish her sentence when Conor interrupted.
"This is why you shouldn't listen to the new models, sir. They drag it out too much… They feel compelled to give you information procedurally, and their mouths never stop. I don't understand why you didn't ask me this question?"
"Well, Conor, what do you say about this situation?"
"I say there's a big problem, sir."
"Thank you very much…"
"You're welcome, sir."
IVA was trembling with anger. It gave power to the jets beneath it and rose higher, standing over my head. Its procedures prevented it from being silent without giving all the information, and it felt like this situation was straining its mind.
"I'm saying that the people affected by this virus are neurologically troubled." I felt like it was forcing me to listen. "This neurological deficiency can lead to memory loss with such an interaction." Its angry voice became more and more furious with every sentence it formed. Its eyes turned from blue to red, and its arms became rigid. I could tell from the corner of my eye that Jose was watching IVA with fear. "Since this gene is in your family, it's very likely that you've experienced memory loss, and this memory loss cannot be healed."
"So?"
"So, there is no cure!"
"Oh, thank God!" I said and pushed it away with the back of my hand. "Will you calm down, sweetie? Do you guys realize how easily we get stressed? We get angry for no reason… Yet, we're like a family in this cave. We need to sit down and discuss this sometime."
"Lastly, I have to say this," IVA started, but I knew I had to silence it. So many long sentences had been formed for so long that my mind could no longer perceive or distinguish some things.
"No, IVA." I put my hands on the robot's shoulder. "I understand you. I know we're being too hard on you. We are three uneducated, ignorant people here. We apologize."
"Sir…" IVA started to speak, but I silenced it. I mean, I made a motion to put my hand over the robot's mouth and close it, but it didn't have a mouth. I put my hand on its smooth metal, and IVA was a smart robot, and it understood that I was trying to silence it. Otherwise, it was a meaningless, absurd movement.
At that moment, a sound was heard from the other side of the cave. It was a light humming sound and the rustling of bags. There was no chance that Jose was making this sound because he was waiting behind IVA, ready to attack IVA in case it went on a rampage. If IVA had made the sound, I was already touching IVA. Conor couldn't go that far anyway.
I straightened up and started walking in the direction of the sound. I had already mentioned that the inside of my cave was divided into wall-less rooms. That's why I could see every room very clearly. The sound was coming from the cave's kitchen, and as I got closer to the kitchen, the sound got louder.
I lifted my head and looked at the mini-fridge. The door was open, and strange rustling sounds were coming from inside. I walked slowly towards the fridge. I was afraid that a giant bug or a disgusting-looking parasitic alien would come out of it. When I lifted my head and looked inside the fridge, I saw a leg. A thin, stick-like dark blue leg. When I put my ear closer, I could hear the owner of this leg humming something like a lullaby.
I pointed at the fridge with my finger for Jose. Jose opened the fridge door by tearing it off with great speed and threw the torn door at the wall.
"What the f*ck is going on!" a voice came from inside the fridge.
Jose grabbed the creature by the leg and lifted it upside down. He aimed the gun on his finger at the creature's head, and the creature was frozen with the bottle in its hand.
It was a blue creature the size of a boot. It had a pointy nose, a round belly, but everything else was skin and bone. Its ears were pointed but bent like a sick dog's ears. Its eyes were green, and its eyelashes were thick.
"It won't shoot as long as I don't move, right?" it asked, moving its lips as little as possible. "It won't notice me, right?"
"I can shoot you anytime," Jose said. "As long as the master gives the order…"
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" I asked angrily.
"Your name must be Mehmet, right? The last Bioethics Inspector… There's no need for all this trickery. I'm here as a friend. First of all, my name is Hulk."
"Was that name supposed to ring a bell?"
"No…"
"I'm serious. My memory for names isn't very good."
"Oh… Sh*t! I would have lied from the beginning if I'd known. Damn it… What an idiot I am! Oh, I'll be damned! I should have known you'd be this stupid from how unintelligent you look. Tsk… I missed a huge opportunity. Damn it…" Hulk wiggled a little in Jose's hand. The bottle was about to fall from his hand, and he grabbed it with both hands and said, "…Can you put me down for a bit? Let me introduce myself."