“Well, if we take our body and apply the laws of ohms, we would just have to find the right frequency of the tumor,” he said.
“What does he mean by frequency?” Shelly whispered to Dr.
Wall.
“Dr. Shoo, could you enlighten us on what you mean by frequency?” asked Dr. Wall.
“Greg, please call me Henry,” he said. “Simple really. Every object on our planet has an electrical frequency that can be measured. Electrical frequency is measured by counting the number of occurrences of a repeating current flow per second. This unit is called Hertz. As a tumor attacks, it gets bigger and puts out more energy. Although it is negative energy, we can still find it. That’s what is so great about nanotechnology. We can zero in on it. So, yes, I think if we can find the tumor’s frequency, we could attack the virus. We would just send in a nano unit and the war would start.”
“Dr. Sh—I mean Henry, have you ever seen anything like this
before?” asked Dr. Wall.
“Greg,” he said, “I have been doing this for thirty-three years,
and I have never seen anything like this in my wildest dreams.” “Dr. Shoo,” said Shelly. “Just a reminder. We need you to keep
this under wraps and tell no one until further notice. We were told that if this is what we think it is, there are people who might want it to disappear.”
“You and I are the only ones who know about this,” Dr. Wall said. “We need to work together to stay safe. To protect each other..”
Shelly looked at Dr. Wall after they hung up.
“You know, Doc, we may have just found the cure to cancer,” she said, noticing the clown shoes he had been holding were now prominently displayed on his desk. “And you have been carrying around clown shoes the whole time.”
“I bet the kid in the lab thinks I’m off my rocker,” he said, raising the shoes proudly in his left hand.
“He’s close.” She smiled.