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exams even 10 times a day. Great! As for the mandatory course exam, it includes the grading of tests by a professor in person or a commission. In case they have questions, I must answer in person. Well, I’ll make sure they have questions. Personal contact – that’s what I really need.

      I enrolled in the distance learning section by placing my finger on a sensor, and signed the contract using a personal digital signature. As expected, I had no problems with the admission test and I became a student.

      There were concerns that the knowledge placed in my brain would in practice appear to be something like an encyclopedia, that is to say a repertoire of knowledge, no more than that. From the experience of my former life I remembered that theoretical knowledge wouldn’t necessarily provide a student with the skills to solve problems or to perform practical study. To do that one needs special training and additional skills.

      In case my concerns should materialize then I’d most likely face some difficulties when taking further exams that included both theoretical issues and problems to solve, as well as lab experiment imitations. But my worries proved to be in vain. All the knowledge successfully settled in my brain. I don’t know if this was Dr. Silk’s accomplishment or the stimulation of my new brain by the transfer of senses properly arranged as it should be. Anyway, I understood almost immediately what had to be done while taking the exams.

      The exams seemed endless: I spent about four hours continuously tapping on the tablet’s virtual keyboard and answering questions aloud. Nurse Olga twice entered my room and asked if it was time to rest. I answered that I felt better, and claimed that such activity was evidently doing me good. She shook her head unbelievingly, but apparently the monitor’s readings and the way I looked confirmed my words, hence she didn’t object.

      The final test took me two hours and it was very interesting. I enjoyed it so much that I didn’t noticed a small thumbnail image that appeared in the corner of my display. That was Professor Stein who had connected with my tablet. He waited in silence until the test was over. I leaned back on my pillow satisfied, and he said:

      “Good afternoon.”

      Quite surprised, I twitched slightly. I brought the tablet closer to my face in order to reduce the webcam’s field of view and turned on a video link. The professor appeared to be in his fifties, although I could be wrong since I didn’t really know what the local doctors were capable of.

      „Good afternoon, professor. I’m really glad you dropped in.”

      Stein raised his eyebrow, clearly amazed.

      “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

      “You’ve made it possible for me to get in touch with a competent authority and to express some ideas.”

      “Really? But I’m here not for this. At least, for the moment. Igor Yakovlevich.”

      “Just call me Igor. Sorry for interrupting you, professor.”

      “Hmmm, well, Igor, then call me Ivan Gerkhardovich. So, Igor, you’ve surprised everybody here and, to be perfectly frank, instigated a number of queries and questions. I’ll specify them one by one. First, you passed the admission exam with the highest mark, being just 15 years old. Well, that's not unheard of. It happens. Second, you already passed all the midterm and final exams, with the highest scores. Now, that doesn’t happen. Third, you never before demonstrated such knowledge. All children prodigies participate first in children’s contests, then in school competitions, win grants; in brief, they have a high level of activity in a certain area before entering high school. But you haven’t proved yourself at all. You specialize in xenology. Your marks have been average, you scored four out of five in physics and you just completed the ninth grade. You shouldn’t even be able to pass the admission exam.”

      “However, here am. Ivan Gerkhardovich, ask me questions.”

      “I’ve already asked, Igor. And if you don’t understand the question, I’ll briefly reiterate. How is this possible?”

      I went silent, and then sighed and pushed the tablet aside so that the ward became visible in the webcam.

      “I’ve had a very strong incentive, professor. VERY strong. I’ve had asteroid fever for six months. I want to stay alive, Ivan Gerkhardovich. I need your assistance.”

      To say that Stein was confused would be a colossal understatement. The professor just lost it.

      “But… how can I help you?” he asked, pulling himself together. “I work in theoretical physics, not in medicine.”

      “Ivan Gerkhardovich, may I ask for a meeting in person? I’d like to describe a treatment for my disease in which nuclear physics plays an important role. I need an expert to confirm that my idea is not the ramblings of a dying man. Otherwise no one will believe me.”

      The professor stared at me pensively.

      “Let’s finish with the exam first, Igor. I’d like to see the depth of your knowledge beyond standard testing. I want to see how serious it is. Are you ready?”

      “Sure I am.”

      “First, a math question that is decisively inseparable from theoretical physics. Are you familiar with Kanthor-Shiman’s conjecture?”

      “Yes. I’m familiar with Kanthor-Shiman’s theorem.”

      “Theorem?”

      “Yes, namely, a theorem. I can provide proof.”

      “That’s unexpected. You have my attention.”

      “Five minutes please.”

      My fingers started to flutter over the virtual keyboard. The proof extracted from my memory covered one and a half standard pages. Near the end I intentionally allowed a small mistake while indicating the boundary conditions that were not totally correct. I hoped the professor would find this small mistake that would not seriously affect the course of the proof.

      Stein examined the file for half an hour shaking his head in astonishment from time to time, then he looked up at me. He did everything just as I expected.

      “That’s great, young man, just great. But there is a mistake, it seems you may have been a bit hasty. This term – he put the part of the proof in question on the screen – should look like this. And the professor corrected my mistake.”

      “I totally agree with you, Ivan Gerkhardovich,” I uttered gratefully. “I hadn’t realized that. But you corrected me just in time. It seems to me that Kanthor-Shiman-Stein’s theorem sounds much better than Kanthor-Shiman’s conjecture.

      I smiled and looked him in the eye.

      Stein looked at me thoughtfully.

      “That’s wrong,” he finally expressed his doubts. „Stein-Lavroff’s proof will sound far better. That’s more than enough to pass the exam. I’ll send your diploma in 10 minutes. Congratulations on graduating from the Colonial Technological Institute.”

      “Thank you, professor. And what about a meeting in person?”

      “I understand,” Stein looked around my room, “you’re inviting me to your place?

      “Yes, if it’s possible.”

      “OK. When?”

      “I need to invite two more people, and I don’t yet know if they will. To tell you frankly, I don’t even know who are they.”

      “What particular areas do you need specialists from?”

      “Medicine, radiotherapy, and biochemistry.”

      “Do you know biochemistry as well as physics?”

      “I think so.”

      “Then I have a worthy candidate. I’ll persuade him to come.”

      “I’ll appreciate that. Is he your colleague at The Colonial Technological Institute?”

      “Yes.”

      “I’ll take the biochemistry exam tomorrow. Could you ask him to examine me?”

      “Well, that’s

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