Chapter 14
Has you/he/she ever happened you to fight in vain against the time? Tell as Faust the fleeing instant" Arrested, are beautiful!" and to make I count you that that not even you caga?
It would perpetually seem a lost battle, since the time, in compliance to his/her same laws, it flows. Everything flows, someone said (I was always me, for the one who had not understood him/it).
But sometimes, the Old one us ago the spite not to make to flow void. So much exalts him/it the inexorable run toward the annihilation of the things, how much it amuses him/it imprison his/her guinea-pigs in the spite, in the starvation, in the pain. Or worse: in the boredom.
And the hands are nailed, going off in before as crippled mendicant.
Our heroes had surrendered by now to the law of the strongest, imprisoned of a reality that you/they escaped, sheltering himself/herself/itself in the imagination to escape, seizing himself/herself/itself to suspended worlds in an universe without subject.
Well aware of the narrow dimensions granted by the physics it had to be Emilio Ricciuti, the researcher to the search of a street of exit.
The time was by now proper incriccato in front of its eyes, that you/they were forced not to do anything else other than to look at to spend him/it: it had to measure the placid time of reaction of a white powder of which he/she didn't even remember the exact composed, a fiscal code of consonants and numbers that seemed to cross at random the whole table of Mendeleev.
A damned white powder, inactive, useless, that tormented him/it, recalling in itself that other powder so similar, but so stimulating: as the forenoon be flies if had been with him there!
Another dose in the graduated cilindretto was already ready on the job bench, in attended that the next reagent tried to give her a blow of life
"But thing you want that long live, this powder of the cazzo" he/she thought. "A big to sneeze, here is thing makes to be this disgusting!" Because in an instant of desperation if the era also course to the nose, the researcher. Out of spite you/he/she would have inhaled of better that evening, and to imagine him to scatter the white mantle on the noble table of his/her house didn't do anything else other than to disgust him/it more of the sight of the bench of the laboratory.
And for a bench schifato, another bench, elsewhere, the shelter had become from the accursed boredom.
To his/her bench, in fact, Laura was completely abandoned, the head supported to the fanfold arm, while the monotonous voice of a teacher illuminated her/it on a character that, so many centuries before you/he/she had said, that everything flows.
"All lies, don't give here me more" it was the last thought that devoted to the subject before giving him to the mental clandestinity. Because his/her mind, that for registry motives the law defines incapable, it pursued a desire inconfessabile. You/he/she would have had to attend fourteen months and twelve days before being able to confess him/it without sending the object of that desire in the jail.
And you/he/she could not not at all imagine the small Laura that a refreshing sleep it imprisoned his dreamt in a dream to which he/she didn't succeed to escape.
In once without time, in a place without dimensions, imprisoned of his/her unconscious, Angel howled to his/her self to wake up himself/herself/themselves, while on top of a mountain he saw under of itself an expanse of candid clouds. Slippery snakes tied him/it to the tallest rock: in the sleep, it felt the clammy one rub himself/herself/themselves some squames on the naked skin, on the wrists, on the ankles. That to flow continuous held him/it suspended, he/she forced him/it to live, while with all himself didn't desire anything else other than to throw himself/herself/themselves on the sea of clouds.
"Allowed to die me" it Prayed with a thread of voice a thread of Arianna that would never have conducted him/it out of the labyrinth but to the eternity exile in Nasso.
A call in the sky distracted him/it: an owl flew tall above his/her head. An owl in full day, with the eyes aimed astute in the sun. That sun, that heated him/it his despite, would you/he/she have waked up again him/it therefore?
They were the hours of the late morning, those that his/her brother considered the last layer of the night, and that for his/her/their sister they were already the productive zenith.
Helen was already vigilant from quite a lot. So much officer to have been decided to protect himself/herself/themselves from every free thought with an uncritical dive in the job, necessary slavery and sometimes even profit distraction from the deepest disturbances.
Disturbed Henry Cesana was also it, but its depth didn't go over the horse of the pantalonis. Insofar it was the solo to have certainties, to live serene and to have in the time a precious ally.
From a week, to the nine in point, it attended in his/her office the arrival of Helen. You/he/she had already verified that, if you/he/she was made to find standing to the telephone rather than to the desk, you/he/she would have been able to enjoy some sight of his/her culo along the whole corridor.
But by now, also for him that moment had passed. It is qualcos'altro you/he/she would have had to invent for being delighted of his/her prestige and to feel happy anchors of so much show.
To the moment, it was found in the office together with another informant. It was a youth from the fat face and from the small eyes that shone libidinous to the words of the superior.
«But don't you still have him indeed it approves?»
«No, I swear you.»
«I don't believe it: the scourge of the nurses that it misses so our point of diamond.»
It was a dialogue stamped to the maximum confidence. You understood that the two men if they intended her/it to the perfection on the matter.
«Now you will see. I have summoned on purpose him to you; if I know well her, in one minute it will be here.»
Dots of suspension. Lasciviousness didn't deserve at random words.
Then a noise from the corridor, footsteps, female, of sure.
«Seen? You/he/she has already arrived.»
To it brings her/it to glasses of the office it approached the outline of Helen. To a sign of Cesana, the girl entered without need to knock.
He/she still wore that jeans fitted tightly that you/he/she had exhibited before already the day. A perfect body quivered athletic under the fabric, while a juvenile shirt of Fiorucci shaped her delightfully the breast. The picked hair behind the nape left in evidence the thin lines and graced of the face and of the neck.
«You/he/she has made me call?» he/she asked with professional separation.
Together with Cesana, sat in front of the desk, that other stranger was turned of three fourth toward of her. And it looked at her/it in silence, without I handed some scruple.
«Yes, Helen. I wanted to give her the list of the physicians that should go to visit tomorrow.»
Helen cast a glance to the two men, first to Cesana, then to the other. It crossed the look of the young fellow, it sustained him/it for some second. It is alone when he was forced to look elsewhere he/she answered to his/her superior.
«I already have him.»
«Ah, indeed? And who has given him/it for him?»
«Exactly who had to give him/it for me: we have not affixed a Clinical Assistant?»
«Oh» bofonchiò, pretending himself/herself/itself amazed. «Oh, indeed?» he repeated, as an incapable marinaretto to orient himself/herself/themselves in open sea. The lesson was not evidently prepared to duty. «The efficiency of the submitted ones is always amazing, don't you believe?»
And it snickered. It immediately infected his/her best man but nothing was able for grazing her frown.
«If there is not other, I would return to prepare the visits.»
«Oh, no. No, certain. There is not other.»
But as the girl it did for leaving, it called her/it back, stimulated by an occhiataccia of the sodale.
«Ah, Helen. You/he/she has already had the opportunity of knowing his/her colleague, the
doctor.»
«No. I have not had the opportunity of knowing anybody» it interrupted him/it definite. And it continued, unsheathing in the tone the whole professionalism of which it was able. «I/you/they have just arrived, the job impends. And to develop him/it to the best I am kept to know first all the medicines, then the physicians to which to sell them. For the public relationships with the colleagues there will be more time before. Now, if her is not sorry.»
«You/he/she can go» icy Henry Cesana hissed, after an instant of reflection. To grant a permission was by now the last paper to play for reaffirming his/her authority.
This way Helen could abandon the office, happy to leave him to the shoulders you easily comment imaginable.
It entered his/her office without not even closing the door, he/she sat him nervous to the desk and him riappropriò of the screen. Or he/she left better, that a the screen him riappropriasse of her.
Few minutes later, with supreme spite, a pulsation felon against the stipite of the door returned to upset his/her concentration. It was a to knock discreet but until too much intrusive for his/her nervousness of day.
«What there is?» he/she asked hot tempered, with the eyes still to the computer.
But as it lifted the look you have to repent him some impulsive reaction: to observe her/it with a serene smile there was Charles Pezzali.
«I hope not to have disturbed her/it» it told her comprehensive.
Helen started us an instant recovering himself/herself/themselves, visibly embarrassed.
«No, absolutely» it replied, trying to recover behavior and affability. «Rather it has to excuse me the impoliteness.»
«Nothing to be excused: I know well how much the interruptions are boring in the job.»
«He/she sees, I didn't imagine.» Helen lowly spoke, almost of hidden, as if he/she didn't want to make himself/herself/themselves feel. And partly he/she succeeded us, because Pezzali continued from his/her par catching again her.
«I know that yesterday you/he/she has looked for me.»
Every possible sentence the it shattered him on the point of the lips. The application of the day before, fleeting, instinctive, you/he/she had reached his/her ears. It was now urgent to invent him an excuse.
«Yesterday morning I had asked.»
«I imagine it concerned the visit to the laboratory.»
Here is the excuse. What it came from him.
«Visit? Yes, certain, the visit in the laboratory.» he/she still stammered. But of what visit was you/he/she speaking?
«It is a tradition: all the new assumed you/they are accompanied in the laboratories, to see some more from near our holy daily work.»
«It seems me the least one» taken back Helen appropriating himself/herself/itself of the suggestion. «I was me correct asking when you/he/she would be been my turn.»
He/she knew that with a bluff you/he/she would not have resolved anything: also in that instant, the deep look of Charles Pezzali upset her/it. It had the clean feeling that that man knew her/it, and you/he/she feared the consequences of it.
«Then we want to go?» it exhorted her/it with a sign of the head.
«Immediately?» he marveled her.
«Because no? It misses few to the break lunch, I have some leisure time and her he/she cannot wait to remove the eyes from the computer. It doesn't need the secchionata of the day before: the medicine sells him from itself, if he is able of to improvise.»
«Then we improvise a different day.» Sincerely smiled, the beautiful Helen, and it abandoned without remorses the desk. Pezzali attended her/it, already removed by the door to facilitate her exit.
«I pray.»
He/she let her pass and with a caress on the arm it addressed her/it in the correct direction. You he allowed to docilely drive, marveling himself/herself/itself of as it was to still feel effortless trust.
They took an elevator that conducted them without starts until in the buried plan.
When the doors opened, Helen shelled the eyes: it was not prepared to the idea that a banal environment of job could catch her/it. Also because, in spite of how much imagined, that environment of job of banal it didn't have anything.
It was found in a small atrium, whose walls were constituted by panels of a material that he/she didn't succeed well in distinguishing; also the colors perfectly were not inquadrabili: to the center they seemed white whipped cream and the joints brown clear but the everything assumed warm and bright tones, on which a metallic shine sometimes quivered.
A warm light seemed to directly rain from the ceiling.
In the center of the room two benches were found put for the long one: they were simple transparent structures, perhaps in plexiglas, without back.
But the true surprise they were the reliquaries to the walls. From there a brightness it came spread by the purplish tones, that it reflected him on the candid floor and smoothed as a mirror.
It was as to be on board of the Enterprise, it had the opportunity of thinking, before the voice of Pezzali brought her/it on the earth.
«After her.»
Helen stirred with caution, as if magic could stop from a moment to the other.
More express was its companion, that drew near to one of the reliquaries in two footsteps with in hand the proper one enrolls.
To the inside, they were white uniforms suspended those that seemed to become animated as ghosts in the ultraviolet one.
«Qual is his/her number of foot, doctor?»
«Trentotto» she responded without thinking too much of us. It approached to the teacher, while these it inserted the enrolls in a crack.
The purplish light extinguished him and to its place it turned on a more definite to illuminate both the white uniforms that a series of clogs from laboratory you post in a ledge below. The door opened with a hiss.
«This is the locker of the guests, for which we always hold ready heads of different measures. The scientists that work here have each his» he/she explained her.
«But do you hold them everybody under radiations?» he/she asked Helen.
«The rays UVs have only action batteriostatica. When white uniform and clogs are put back, they are activated first the rays Y, that sterilizes them. Later they begin working immediately, the lamps to the mercury that you/they maintain the sterility» it said while it was completing the search. «Trentotto. You/they should put on.» And it handed her a pair of white clogs. «When you/he/she has ended, puts also his/her shoes in the locker. I guarantee that you/he/she could not find again you clean better her.»
Smiled, Helen, while it was changing him the shoes. Pezzali attended, with in hand a white white uniform and perfectly stretched.
«You leave» it told her, taking her shoes of hand and putting back her with care. «Meanwhile, you try this.»
The white uniform explained her, and it helped her/it to insert him/it.
«You had not even done him/it custom» Helen flattered him/it observing himself/herself/itself the sleeves and the sides.
«Very well. We can go. Do we begin from the biomolecolare?» he/she asked Pezzali.
Only to this point, Helen him made account that there were no streets of exit. At least, it didn't seem there were any. Once more, it was him to acknowledge his/her embarrassment and to loosen every doubt of it.
«Gone for the biomolecolare. He/she wants to follow me.»
They approached to a paratia on the right, close to which Helen flowed a small fotocellula.
An alone gesture of the hand of the modern Alì Babà and the cave it opened wide him on the country of the wonder. The panel was enfeebled, swallowed by the wall as if you/he/she had ever been present.
In front of them it lengthened a new corridor, that after a turn to the left it apparently finished in a blind alley.
Other sensor and other disappeared paratia: you/they were ended in a narrow space, a room of sterilization. Helen attended in vain to feel the puff of the shower
to throw of air: Pezzali activated some commands on a keyboard and a thin strip of greenish light it invested them from everybody and four the sides, flowing from the tall one to the lower part and again from the lower part to the tall one, as in a scanning.
«New procedures of sterilization» he/she explained. «While a pomp of aspiration kindly accompanies our germs to the exit, the laser it definitely annihilates them.»
«Laser?» he/she asked the girl, among surprises him/it and the worried one. «But the sterilization doesn't exist with the laser. Not on the human beings, at least.»
«To exist exists, considering that it is us really inside. And it is broadly already a method tested in the most advanced laboratories. We say that you/he/she has not been put in commerce yet.»
«And do we have in the house a technology that is not in commerce yet?»
But the door in front of them opened and the I exult of lights and sounds that it invested her/it it dissuaded Helen from attends him some answer: you/he/she had come in the heart of the production. It is to judge from how much it had in front of the eyes, it was a heart that pulsated to full rhythm.
At least about ten people they strove around the richest dispiegamento of technology laboratoriale that you/he/she had ever seen. On the benches he followed of everything from enormous microscopes to silent centrifuge. A whole wall was busy from still and liquid containing bottles of unbelievable tones of color, as in a futuristic version of an atanor alchemico.
The table of the inhaled cloak shone and shone as the counter of a place of tendency
Everything was marvelous, also only to see him, as if first still that a scientist, had been a designer to decide the furnishing and the disposition of the spaces.
Charles Pezzali left that the young girl surprised him moving the first footsteps in the laboratory. He accompanied her/it with the look, without her if it perceived of it, and it smiled as an adulated tyrant.
«You/he/she should already recognize all that that is found here inside» it pursued her/it with the words.
«I would owe. But it has been being for the times of the internee that I don't attend a laboratory.»
Pezzali reached her/it.
«He/she speaks of it as if a life had passed.»
The deep sound of that voice could not leave her/it indifferent. It was so reassuring and anxious to the meantime. As if you/he/she had been bewitched, Helen could not do to less less than turn himself/herself/themselves toward of him and to look at him/it in the eyes. So deep, so near. How much difficulty would have been to lie.
«In a certain sense it is him/it» it admitted.
Another life. Left to the shoulders, away from those sirens, keepers of a dark color ocean, unwisely crossed in a night without stars. A departed life vainly and another that is still vain to define such.
A sure landing. Perhaps, after all to that eyes, along the thread of that voice, Helen started to see. He/she wanted to start to see to open to the sight of a more hostile world as a pup been just born looking for his/her/their mother.
Surer, more adult, he/she asked then what his/her role it required.
«Please, you illustrate me her, doctor.»
«It will be a honor, doctor.»
Helen Sastri knew so people, discovered machineries, it studied composed. He/she knew how to surprise and to surprise himself/herself/themselves but after few minutes it already stirred uninhibited as if you/he/she had been from a life there. As if that pits his/her life. A perfect symbiosis he was again establishing between the scientist and the rebel.
And it discovered that that life that believed removed, it never had her/it in abandoned reality.
«You/he/she is done you delay» it thundered it improvises the voice of Pezzali observing the great clock to wall that almost marked the three of the afternoon. «By now to visit the stabulario we would not do in time anymore. But if he/she wants to still grant me a few minutes, I would like to reserve her last surprise.»
«With true pleasure» he/she answered enthusiastic, thing asking himself/herself/itself anchors you/he/she could catch her/it.
Charles Pezzali dismissed his/her workers, that deferential they answered with the I seize of loyal subjects. And they greeted Helen smiling, wishing himself/herself/itself to see soon her in their kingdom again.
They went out of a door on the fund and they were again found in a corridor, that evidently raced along the opposite wall to that from which you/they had come; you/they were completing so the perimeter of the business rectangle.
That corridor still finished in a blind alley. But this time, they approached on the right a little before, where a pulsantiera was found.
Pezzali digitò a particularly elaborate code and a panel it opened on a ramp of staircases that, to judge from the natural light that illuminated her/it, had to conduct to the open one.
«We are going out of the laboratory?» he/she asked Helen.
«Everything other: we are going to find the queen of the laboratory.»
As they overcame the last step they found again him in a small fenced courtyard. Or it was not better alone fenced,: it was a real cage, dam on all the sides, and from the bars that they delimited the time they hung some ropes of different length. On the right there was a capanno. To the center a tree rose, with the roots covered by a dense bush.
A bush that didn't stop getting excited.
«Ah, here it is» it announced his/her guide. «Follows me and does plain.»
With to do wary, the two turned around the base of the tree.
Joints on the other side, what Helen saw he/she filled her/it with tenderness.
«Helen: I introduce her Rita.»
A chimpanzee was giochicchiando with the branches of the bushes, throwing some of it, detaching some leaf, sniffing her/it, throwing her/it street; in short, everything one repertoire of movements scimmiesche that so much they let the spectators amuses.
The monkey perceived some intruders, you/he/she did correct a toward in direction of the girl, as if the same ones greeting, therefore you/he/she continued indifferent in his/her games.
«You can also approach» Pezzali suggested her reading her in the thought.
And Helen, not making him repeat him/it, it approached to the animal.
«Hi.» it softly whispered her, while it was crouching nearby her.
«On, Rita, not to do the ill-mannered one, from' the hand to the girl.»
As if the records could not even refuse to obey him, it detached him from its bush and extended the leg to the new arrival.
«Oddio!» he amazed Helen. «But I don't have the gloves. If the I touch.»
«There is not any problem. The women pregnant they don't normally live under glass.»
This way, to amazement amazement was added.
«It is pregnant?» he/she asked marveled.
But another voice, unexpected, he/she answered her
«It is too much also, treasure!»
From the capanno a man had appeared in white uniform, a figure drawn professionalissimamente, with in hand a cartelletta and a pen, and trodden on the nose a pair of round occhialettis from nerd. It was above a boy in with the youth, more than thirty sure, that with voice fessacchiotta and laying to a little equivocal dir it continued in the explanation.
«Today it didn't end her/it more than to break for the peanuts under it climbs. But I say me, thing can find us a scimpanzona in the peanuts under it climbs!»
Rita recognized in that sounds the object of his/her desires and started to jump and to bluster in the direction of his/her mentor.
«Here, that said you?» it commented these. «It has the desires of a true woman. It howls until that you want, so much the peanuts I don't give her for you.»
Helen assisted had a good time.
«Doctor Sastri, introduces her doctor Anthony Costa, our etologo.»
«Etologo? The teacher is in vein of flatteries. I am only the butler of our princess.?
?
«But from how much it is here?» he/she asked Helen.
«From immediately after the degree» the young fellow answered. «I have graduated with praise in the.»
«Anthony» the head quickly interrupted him/it. «The doctor intended the monkey.»
«Already. It is natural. Then I return in my cage to engulf me of peanuts. You/he/she has called me if his majesty has need of someone that the back scratches her.»
It got further, reentering in the capanno.
«You forgive him/it, to fury to frequent Rita it owes to have assimilated his/her manias of protagonismo. To return to his/her question, the monkey has been being here for few weeks; we have brought her us suffered after the fertilization. It is the gift that Furnaces are made for its settantacinques years.»
«You experiment on her?» he/she asked Helen with tone of reproach.
«Nothing of invasivo: simply we integrate his/her forewaters with a product that we are making a will.» On the abdomen of the monkey in fact, well protected from a medication, the extremity of a cannula could be noticed. «Every application is painless entirely» him premurò to specify.
«Rita, thing you/they have made you these cattivonis.» it still crouched near the animal giving her burdens pleasant caress on the head. «And the father of the pup where it is?»
«Certain Mater always!» it shouted from the capanno Anthony Costa.
All the presents laughed. Also Rita seemed to have a good time him.
«Now it is really slow» he/she annotated professor Pezzali. «Also goes to eat something.»
«I mind interrupting» it admitted Helen with sincerity. And unsheathing a courage that he/she didn't even know to have, it added. «If it is a pleasure for her, you/he/she could accompany me to lunch.»
Pezzali, usually always ready to the answer, it seemed this time to reflect an instant.
«I thank her but too many duties ask for my presence. I cannot grant me over the pleasure of his/her company. But if I am not too game, I could invite her/it to supper for this evening. This way we would have more time and more liberties, also to know better us.»
Nth surprise of an unusual day. How does it do him to say what it reserves us the time?
«Gladly.»
And which consequences will you/they have our gestures?
«Footstep to pick her/it up to house for the eight, that it says of it?»
And thing riversarcisi I be able set without I/you/he/she make there even account of it?
«Perfect. My address is.»
«I already know him/it.»
And how much sale is the bond that the predestinate ones have with the abyss, so much that every crossed street, inevitably, from it it originates and to it it conducts?
Helen looked at the time: the man day was almost concluded. You/he/she had jumped even the lunch.
Who tells then it that the Old one doesn't listen to us? What doesn't it ever put the things to place?
So much was nailed the forenoon, how much that first afternoon had been overwhelming compensating in acceleration the accumulated delay.
And the hands had finally gone off in before, as crippled mendicant to the arrival of the police.