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Lidya and Zeld were going down, not very quickly, because of the continuous exchanges that did on the graft of the respirator in the backpack of the oxygen. Zeld wore him/it, so Lidya had to be him near to succeed in managing the thing bothering him in the deambulazione.
I saw them arrive aloft there in the ramp, two shining stains in the infrared one. It was matter of instants, then you/they would have realized that under of them there was a lake neoformato.
Would Lidya have informed Benson? Not the credetti. I had noticed his/her reaction to the manoeuvres of Fei. Lidya would not have killed. And then, Fei had excluded her from his/her graces treating her/it as one of us. No. Lidya was from our part. It owed. However, even if did Lidya have the best intentions, thing you/they would have said Zeld and she in front of the collapse and to the unexpected lake? An exclamation of amazement and Benson it was enough you/he/she would have known that there had been more radical upsettings of that that I had allowed to intend.
«You make silence a moment, Zeld» I said, hoping that the man understood me. «You are an awful gossiper. I succeed in feeling you even if very more plan speaks to me.»
Zeld had to have been amazed but it didn't say anything; with the shared oxygen to turns, there was little desire to uselessly waste him/it. Not the mottos time to recover himself/herself/themselves.
«Would like here us Robin, her him that it would make you star silent.»
It was an application of help: I didn't confide very in the intuition of Zeld, but Robin was another thing.
«Strength, Zeld, from the straight line. Angel has to be tired and wounded» it said the voice of Robin.
You/he/she had talked to low voice, as if you/he/she turned to itself same expressing an own hope. Benson didn't make suspicious him.
I was thankful to the woman: you/he/she had said wounded, not damaged.
I saw that the two astronauts were stopped to the sudden one: as I knew, you/they had heard very well both me and Robin.
"He/she thinks Zeld, he/she thinks." But there was Lidya with him. Also she was brisk; it was enough only that took the correct decision on the part from which to be. Us or Benson.
I looked at the figures of the two astronauts, there aloft; both were gesticulating, in the semi-obscurity. I hoped that Lidya explained to Zeld that didn't owe aprir mouth.
«Angel you can feel me?» it murmured Lidya under the threshold of the audible one.
He/she didn't take me to the unprovided one: I had already made to depart a process of amplification of the signal with filtration of the troubles. I had to eliminate the background, annoying and inevitable noise to separate the useful audio content. For a man it was impossible, for me it was a trifle.
«Yes» I said. «Now I succeed in seeing you, at least I believe.»
«You want that we don't make us feel from Benson, true?» it said plain Zeld conforming himself/herself/itself.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Benson would have heard only my voice. And, above all, Lidya had decided well.
«Yes» I repeated. «You are really you. I succeed in seeing you from a forellino in the wall of rocks that surrounds me.»
«Here Benson. Do you feel me? To that stings you are?»
Nobody offered word. Badly.
«How you want that answer you?» it said Robin slightly panting. The departure of Lidya and Zeld you/he/she had given to Hut of the oxygen and she in more. «It is obvious that they don't feel you. Put yourself calm and it waits. For that boys. The hopes only that to breathe is not to problem.»
Smart Donna. Zeld and Lidya understood the antiphon and they the walk to avoid excessive puffs: troubles if Benson had understood that the radios of the overall were able to operate there also under.
«Fei is dead» it murmured Lidya.
It was not a question.
«Unfortunately.» The said slowly. «I cannot move, boys. I will drive you up to us. There is little light, the staircases and the raw rocks that follow they are slippery. Look you at the feet.»
They certainly did him/it, by now they handed the maximum attention to my words knowing that they were full of double senses.
I saw that they jammed just in time not to bathe himself/herself/themselves the shoes. From good professionals they were not made to escape exclamations of surprise.
«And now?» it whispered Zeld.
«Thrown yourselves» I suggested.
The respiraton sott'acqua worried only me: their respirators had filters and valves, there was no danger to drink, but the movements would have been awkward and slow; better to drive I pour them of me as soon as possible.
I still held clawed the backpack of Fei.
They dipped in the water and there for there I felt me lost: I didn't see them anymore. I lost hits, without realizing me of it I was limiting me to recepire in the alone range of the visible one.
I widened the ghost in tall and low frequency and notaries two interesting things. The first one they were the astronauts, well visible to the infrared ones, that were slowly walking in wrong direction, but not of a lot. The second was a tide of bright objects that you/they got excited around them and to me.
My goodness. Now I was me to have to check my reactions: those shades were not so. dark. To the ultraviolet one they appeared luminescent. They didn't fall, they moved knowingly him in all the directions avoiding when necessary the true deposits. I eliminated the infrared one for an instant: Zeld and Lidya were distinguishable however, they also shone of ultraviolet reflexes them.
«You rotate to the left of thirty degrees. We are here» I shouted.
By now they were near, unaware to be observed by myriads of sea bestioline, perhaps incuriosite from two astronauts and a spherical idiot.
Lidya saw me. I was stretched out with the extended zampettes, unarmed: a pathetic ragnetto. The woman quadrated me for an instant.
«How it goes, Angel?» it whispered.
I made thumb toward. Then I pointed out what I still held in fist. Zeld illuminated him. Taken the backpack and it applied him/it to the back of Lidya that handled to connect the respirator.
«Fantastic. Thanks, Angel» it said Lidya with a fil of voice.
«Where Fei is?» he/she asked Zeld.
For me it was easily identifiable, the orange overall of the poor thing was to few meters and now I used all the frequencies of which I was able.
I pointed out lengthening an arm.
With my surprise, it cost me a perceivable work.
Zeld grabbed the body of Fei and Lidya it grabbed me. I let her do. Of the return to the dry land I have a confused memory: the two astronauts started over walking in opposite direction with the load of a corpse (Fei) and of a dead weight (me). It was not easy for them to go out of the water; the rocks were slippery and certain indeed Fei, with its mass, it didn't help. Wanted us the whole professionalism of an expert of the gravity Martian as Zeld to climb the ramp without falling. The two him concessero one minute of standstill, then they started over climbing. The sea with its luminescences greeted there me from under and I abandoned me on a shoulder of Lidya.
«What we do now? Benson holds under control Hut and Robin» it murmured Zeld.
You/he/she was flattered not to make to rest me.
«We go above with calm» I said me, with normal voice, making to also hear me from the people than above. «You help Fei.»
«Is coming? Do you feel me now?» Benson joined in conversation with anxious voice.
The two astronauts looked me and I made sign with the hand not to answer, not yet. They nodded.
But. from when in here they paid I know much attention?
Zeld dragged the body of Fei against the steps without so many compliments.
I don't exactly know how much he/she wanted us; every two minutes Lidya and Zeld made a standstill to save energies and not to have the fiatone.
Then my brain him taken a break. I want to say that it was as if
the world he was extinguished, I don't know for how much. I awakened me when shook Lidya me brusquely.
«Angel? Angel? Do you feel me?» it repeated, murmuring.
I touched her the shoulder with the hand. I had recovered.
«What we do now? We are on the landing, behind this wall there is Benson.»
Boys, were rather simple.
«We quietly enter, together» I said.
Zeld and Lidya didn't make obbiezioni, they stormed in the room dragging me and the body of Fei.
You/they had not even tried to discuss my suggestion.
In an instant taken vision of the thing: for earth there were Robin and Hut, tired and unarmed; Benson was behind of them tightening with useless energy his/her sharp spite.
In front of him there were us; I was perched above Lidya, Zeld and she they were standing, immovable, he was slowly covering with a translucent patina of ice.
The body of Fei was to the feet of Zeld and its status of dead body was evident polieviscerato: the head was a vague memory of itself same and the rest of the body it was not better. Anywhere the ice he/she insinuated him turning the clots of blood into vermilion aggregates multicristallini.
With the low atmospheric pressure that that it stayed some face you/he/she had done in time to swell himself/herself/themselves, before the losses of the bodily fluids arrested the trial.
Fei was a horrible puppet, an alone manikin vaguely from the human aspect.
I saw in the eyes of Benson the amazement, then horror and anger.
«Benson, take yourself an instant» I said. «Nobody will stir. You are to the sure one.»
The man looked around him and grabbed the spite with more conviction. It stared at the prisoners.
«Fei is dead for a collapse» I taken back quickly speaking, in the fear that that he surrendered to unadvised gestures. «Nobody has killed him. The robot is destroyed. You reflect well now, you have the whole time. Don't act of impulse.»
Benson opened and closed the fists, uncertain on the to make himself/herself/themselves.
«You can make two things» I continued. «The first one is to use that spite. You will have to kill all, if you succeed there. To one sign of mine we will jump you I set together everybody, me for first. Do you think about get by? We put of yes. And then? Don't be a pilot. You can get by, certain, but it would not be easy. You could succeed in making to work the ship. You would be able. But you should justify your survival to loss of the others. And now the alternative: to place that spite. You would be a prisoner, but you could be a prisoner of luxury. If you believe indeed in your job, as I think, we will do the possible one because you the continuous ones, here, on Mars. Not for you, anybody doesn't now like you; but God knows if the Earth needs food.»
Benson was uncertain, but its choice was inevitable. It was a rational man. It spent half minute, then it deposed the spite and it crossed the braccias. Someone sent forth a sigh of relief.
I realized me to have been me: I was taken me a beautiful responsibility acting in that way.
Zeld grabbed the spite and brought out her of the room. It returned after a lot of time, so much that I started to worry me; it brought with itself the backpacks of Robin and Hut. The two was well pleased to wear them and they took to breathe in normal way after few minutes. Everybody we waited that both did sign to have taken back.
«This is beautiful indeed» it told the sudden Robin. Its words made me jolt: you/they had wakened up me. «You were russicchiando, Angel.»
«I regret» I did.
My voice was fettered as that of a true human being. I saw that I was on the shoulder of Robin, now.
«It doesn't care. It keeps on sleeping.»
I obeyed with enthusiasm.