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For that that I remember me, the following awakening was in the laboratory. I was extended on an obstructed table of objects, in my iron palletta all flood of crocks and scratches. I had the extended and parallel legs, you lean in good order from a side. I didn't even try to move her. Vladi gave me the shoulders; you/he/she was rearranging the table in front of itself contravening to everything that that I had learned on him: I had reasonably been always some that the expansion and following contraction of the universe would have preceded polished up her/it accurate in which Vladi was busy.
But there was another possible explanation: that was not Vladi. It resembled him quite a lot, that's all.
«They are in the wrong laboratory» concluded.
With my surprise the voice spread in the room as that of whoever other. While I was sleeping they had me endowed with an audio synthesizer, the same of the my old marcantonio dismesso, and I could also hear from common human being. Good and dear old sonorous waves.
Vladi turned him. Joy, pride, sorrow and sense of guilt: it was everything painting on his/her face.
«Mr. Angel» it said, with to small smile. «Pleased to get back her/it with us. Has you/he/she seen of it of all the colors, eh?»
An ideal shaking of shoulders dictates me.
«Be'» I admitted. «And has thing happened here?»
«An uproar. You/he/she has lifted a dust cloud.»
Before I asked other in the room doctor Berliz it entered.
«Angel!» it exclaimed. Then it assumed a tone serioso. «Well returned. But I should give you one curried, you have treated this body as worse him it was not able. How do you feel yourself?»
«Shiny. I hope to stay so at least for the next two minutes.»
«Not to worry you. You don't fall asleep again you unless you don't want him/it. The staminalis have made their work in accelerated way, the brain won't feel the need anymore of. to go off himself/herself/themselves.»
«Badly. Daylight and the boys?»
«They greet you. You/they have asked me to call them when I/you woke up you.»
«And the astronauts? Is everybody well?»
«Yes. They have returned home except Benson. For him there will be a special treatment.»
«I imagine him/it. Alone Benson? Then the tearful history of Lidya doesn't was not live in air.»
Vladi ended his/her job and got further. Berliz followed him/it with the look, and also me.
«Not at all. I have felt what you/he/she has told you. You/he/she has not invented anything, even if he/she spoke to disengaged tone. You/he/she has suffered so many of it and it had some necessities. I would say that you/he/she can be been comprehensive, for once. And then you/he/she has helped you.»
«Already. A moment. What does he/she want to say that has felt? Did it literally intend?»
«You have transmitted every thing, Angel, every thing that has happened you. But, my goodness, could not you use the usual protected protocol? The world has followed you.»
I didn't say anything: I had forgotten to have activated that trial in background; I was so accustomed to have aimlessly more than one of it in my brain that to that I had not made case anymore.
Berliz you have to think that you/he/she was escaped me something, because it drew near me and it added:
«The world. I also intended literally this.»
Oh, cacchio. The net. I had sent online everything without any criptatura.
«I have done this time also her big, eh?»
«You have done her big? People have spent times connected for following your stories. Worse of a romantic serial for housewives. Don't speak of the tense relationships among New Sealon and New Delon. It is due to intervene the World Assembly of the Mayors for derimere the matter.»
It didn't interest a lot me, to the moment; I thought that also the last interview with Robin - above all my monologue - you/he/she had gone online. Terrible. Tells a glance Berliz with some more than appointment.
«Of accord, the matter is ended well however» concluded. «Then thing is that doctor hides me?»
Berliz slightly got excited, aware that would not have been able to hide me nothing anymore. My brain was evolved together with my abilities; even if he/she didn't exactly know as, Berliz had included how certain my actions derived from a mind some above the lines.
It was not matter to boast himself/herself/themselves; everything other. For some things, the best, were cut out irremediably. My distance from the human things, those for which it was worth to live, incolmabile seemed me. A sense of uselessness pervaded me. Now that was awake well for, now that everything was ended, it stayed to face the daily paper. It was too soon to think about this and I knew him/it. I would have had only to rest. But to reflect on myself, on what I had become indeed, it had a that of irrinunciabile.
I was tried to launch two trials in parallel, to speak with Berliz and at the same time to bring forth my lucubrations in holy peace. But I didn't do him/it, you/he/she would have been insane. I forced me not to undouble me, the human beings they don't do him/it; I confined me to ascertain that among all the anomalous awakenings that I remembered, that was without shade of doubt the more bitterness.
I focused me on the words of Berliz; the man wanted to communicate me some inauspicious news.
«If you allow me, first the thing. less hard: Kurt was of the other part.»
Kurt was of the other part; which meant a man of New Delon. This dissuaded me from my whinings, even if the thing didn't interest so much then me.
Kurt. You/he/she had put me the hands I set, you/he/she had shaped me him. Had brotherly friend of Vladi become: that's why that boy was so been sorry that morning (evening, afternoon, night?).
«Your problems with the legs are his/her guilt and our responsibility. We have chosen the wrong technician. You/he/she has altered your connections in terminal block thinking about preventing you every movement. The mission you would have failed. You would be dead.»
I didn't very even care of this: I was gotten by, it was water passed by now. But Berliz had to consider a great deal the serious thing and to feel himself/herself/themselves in guilt more than the others: Kurt was man of Of the but you/he/she had done him the psychological profile of the boy and recommended his/her access to the laboratory.
I wondered me how much the other thing was indeed it lasts.
«Let's not speak not of it more» I said. «The same has gone. You/he/she has been better perhaps also.»
Anchise would not have come and out not even the myself courtly and liricheggiante; without them I would have employed who knows how much time to learn to race as is owed.
Berliz nodded, as if you/he/she had wanted to continue with the excuses but the gravity of the other information premised more.
I worried indeed me.
«There is a fact of which to speak» Berliz started. «Your brother.»
The physician left that I read him/it from his/her face.
«Dead» I whispered stunned. «As it is possible?»
Dan was dead. I had never believed to see that day, I took for granted that, seen that that I was, I would have disappeared a lot before him. And then, he was more youth; my little brother, that to be defended from everything and from everybody. Even if we had broken for a while the relationships, I had always kept on thinking about my nephews and he; and also to his/her/their wife Patricia, a sweet and comprehensive woman, that that wanted us for Dan, rough as the paper glass door and certain to be right on every matter.
You/he/she had always been difficult to talk to him: or you quarreled, or you granted him the soliloquy nodding every now and then.
But Dan was also sincere and generous, that kind of man that you/he/she had to be taken for the correct verse: if you did him/it, you ended up adoring him/it, otherwise it became an unbearable rompiscatole. But nobody is perfect.
«Dead» I repeated.
I remained in silence fo
r a beautiful po', with Berliz that studied me.
«You want us to speak of it?» he/she kindly asked.
«We have done him» I told with a hard tone the voice; to that it served to soak him in front of a sentence that would not have been able to be more definitive? The practical fact interested only me, now; to stigmatize me, to cry I set me I would have been good alone, later. «As has happened?»
«It was sick. From quite a lot» it said Berliz.
I didn't know anything. Also of this I would have made a guilt. When you/he/she had called me, after the facts of the Whip, it was sick and you/he/she had not told me nothing. In effects you/he/she was seemed me a strange phone call, with implications that went beyond the appearance.
«When?» I asked.
«You were on the street of the return, Angel, on the ship. And there is another thing. His/her wife Patricia wants to see you first possible.»
«Patricia?» I asked stunned. «To see me now? Because?»
It seemed me not to be able to face her/it, I was almost certain that you/he/she would have made me a guilt for the death of Dan or you/he/she would have cried on my iron shoulder. None of the two things suited me to genius, for the truth.
«It is better if it tells you him herself» it made Berliz.
«You know him/it, doctor» I said.
«Yes. It is important.»
«He/she wants that deduces him/it from his/her wrinkles, doctor, here and now?» I said, irate without motive. «From his/her way of oscillating the head coordinating him/it with the heart rate, the tones of the breath, the posture, the microirrorazionis of the pore?»
«I would like to see to do you him, yes. But you would not do him/it. Not here, and not now.»
It was right. He/she knew how I felt me: an iron clot with stuck a strange brain that had lost another fundamental part of itself. Dan was dead. My brother. Anything still meant for one as me.
«You will meet her?» Berliz insisted.
«It is all right» I murmured submissive.
«I call her» it said Berliz getting further himself/herself/itself. «It will be here in few minutes. He/she already knew that you would wake up you.»
«Doctor?» I called; I had never met Patricia after the transplantation and it didn't suit me that he/she saw me in that state.
Berliz stopped him on the door.
I felt me in embarrassment.
«I cannot speak to her. I know» The admitteds.
A steel giant could also pass, but a battered ragnetto. you/he/she was too much indeed, at that time.
The physician observed me for a second.
«Not to worry you. We will cover you so that doesn't see you. Rather, better if it is not aware of anybody your form. It also knows you her as the sphere zamputa of Mars. But are we now on the Earth, correct? We will say that you are in isolation, elsewhere, and you will talk through your voice radio to a loudspeaker. He/she won't know what you are close to her.»
«Thanks.»
«Of what?» it said Berliz going out of the door.
I stayed to wait for thinking about Dan.
I could not close the eyes, but I clipped the whole ghost of frequencies and I fell in the obscurity.