Sorry, your take on the conversation is incorrect. Let me fix it for you. My real answers are in red.
J: “Mr. Speck why did God make me this way?”
Speck: “God is everywhere so evil must be part him and I don’t know why he made you that way.”
J: “Mr. Speck, I thought you told me one time that there was no God”.
Speck: “Well, there isn’t.”
J. “So if there is no God, what made me this way?”
Speck: Bad luck. (“I don’t know.”)
J: “Are you saying that there is no God, but if there is one as I believe, then He is responsible for the evil in the world, but if there is no God then you don’t know what caused the evil.”
Speck: “Yes, because if there is a God, then He is responsible for your condition and how could any compassionate person believe in God”.
J: “I believe in God because when I go to heaven I won’t be like this.
Speck: Wishful thinking is nice, but wishing something will not make it happen. If I had the power, I would cure you in no time. (” There is no God and there is no Heaven and this life is all that there is or ever will be, so get used to it!!")
J: “So what you are telling me is that there is no God, at least not a God that is compassionate enough to ease my suffering in this life, so I have nothing to look forward to, I am without hope.”
Speck: Sure there is hope. You are alive, you are smart, you can become a doctor, who has the chance to find a cure for your condition. (“I’m afraid so, there is no hope for you, this life is all there is!”)
J: “What does callousness mean?”
Speck: To be honest even if the truth hurts. You are still very smart, and you have several years in front of you. You will get help, and you will be creative, and you will be a hero to all of the children who will look up on you. (“I don’t know that either.”)
J: “If all you know is that there is no God, then why must you destroy the hope of those that believe there is a God?”
Speck: To help them to lead a good life. An empty wish will not make you better. Facing reality does. (“I feel compelled to help others by diminishing there delusions.”)
J: "Why?’
Speck: Because I do care about them. (“Because I have a superior mind.”)
J: “Are you a cacouac?”
Speck: (“I don’t know.”) I have no idea what that word means. But here is something you should ponder:
Sad, but would be true!
You know, what, buddy? Next time you wish to “emulate” me, call and ask. I will be happy to conduct a real conversation with you. If you do that you will not make such elementary errors in your judgment. Do we have a deal?