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The Doomsday Conspiracy :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 37 из 213“Jesus! Are these things dead or not?”
“That’s an interesting question. These two figures are not alive in the human sense, but neither do they fit our definition of death. I would say they’re dormant.”
Janus was still staring at the newly formed hand.
“Many plants show various forms of intelligence.”
“Intelligence?”
“Oh, yes. There are plants that disguise themselves, protect themselves. At this moment, we’re doing some amazing experiments on plant life.”
Janus said, “I would like to see those experiments.”
“Certainly. I’ll be happy to arrange it.”
The huge greenhouse laboratory was in a complex of government buildings thirty miles outside of Washington, DC. Hanging on the wall was an inscription that read:
THE MAPLES AND FERNS ARE STILL UNCORRUPT,
YET, NO DOUBT, WHEN THEY COME TO CONSCIOUSNESS,
THEY, TOO, WILL CURSE AND SWEAR.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Nature, 1836
Professor Rachman, who was in charge of the complex, was an earnest gnome of a man, filled with enthusiasm for his profession. “It was Charles Darwin who was the first to perceive the ability of plants to think. Luther Burbank followed up by communicating with them.”
“You really believe that is possible?”
“We know it is. George Washington Carver communed with plants and they gave him hundreds of new products. Carver said, ‘When I touch a flower, I am touching Infinity. Flowers existed long before there were human beings on this earth, and they will continue to exist for millions of years after. Through the flower, I talk to Infinity’ …”
Janus looked around the enormous greenhouse they were standing in. It was filled with plants and exotic flowers that rainbowed the room. The mixture of perfumes was overpowering.
“Everything in this room is alive,” Professor Rachman said. “These plants can feel love, hate, pain, excitement … just as animals do. Sir Jagadis Chandra Bose proved that they respond to a tone of voice.”
“How does one prove something like that?” Janus asked.
“I will be happy to demonstrate.” Rachman walked over to a table covered with plants. Beside the table was a polygraph machine. Rachman lifted one of the electrodes and attached it to a plant. The needle on the face of the polygraph was at rest. “Watch,” he said.
He leaned closer to the plant and whispered, “I think you are very beautiful. You are more beautiful than all the other plants here …”
Janus watched the needle move ever so slightly.
“That’s an interesting question. These two figures are not alive in the human sense, but neither do they fit our definition of death. I would say they’re dormant.”
Janus was still staring at the newly formed hand.
“Many plants show various forms of intelligence.”
“Intelligence?”
“Oh, yes. There are plants that disguise themselves, protect themselves. At this moment, we’re doing some amazing experiments on plant life.”
Janus said, “I would like to see those experiments.”
“Certainly. I’ll be happy to arrange it.”
The huge greenhouse laboratory was in a complex of government buildings thirty miles outside of Washington, DC. Hanging on the wall was an inscription that read:
THE MAPLES AND FERNS ARE STILL UNCORRUPT,
YET, NO DOUBT, WHEN THEY COME TO CONSCIOUSNESS,
THEY, TOO, WILL CURSE AND SWEAR.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Nature, 1836
Professor Rachman, who was in charge of the complex, was an earnest gnome of a man, filled with enthusiasm for his profession. “It was Charles Darwin who was the first to perceive the ability of plants to think. Luther Burbank followed up by communicating with them.”
“You really believe that is possible?”
“We know it is. George Washington Carver communed with plants and they gave him hundreds of new products. Carver said, ‘When I touch a flower, I am touching Infinity. Flowers existed long before there were human beings on this earth, and they will continue to exist for millions of years after. Through the flower, I talk to Infinity’ …”
Janus looked around the enormous greenhouse they were standing in. It was filled with plants and exotic flowers that rainbowed the room. The mixture of perfumes was overpowering.
“Everything in this room is alive,” Professor Rachman said. “These plants can feel love, hate, pain, excitement … just as animals do. Sir Jagadis Chandra Bose proved that they respond to a tone of voice.”
“How does one prove something like that?” Janus asked.
“I will be happy to demonstrate.” Rachman walked over to a table covered with plants. Beside the table was a polygraph machine. Rachman lifted one of the electrodes and attached it to a plant. The needle on the face of the polygraph was at rest. “Watch,” he said.
He leaned closer to the plant and whispered, “I think you are very beautiful. You are more beautiful than all the other plants here …”
Janus watched the needle move ever so slightly.