Chapter 33.
Because by now I have learned to also make the covers.
It is really to this old proverb you/he/she was thinking Emilio Ricciuti, sunk on the back seat of a taxi. The cover was really supported close to him: a compact handbag, that will also have been reduced to the least one but it always weighed as a dead body. From when you/he/she had departed, you/he/she had not released only her an instant.
It had to personally deliver her/it: it was the last desire of a queen.
New York.
The correct place to hide cataclysms, developed epocali and sexual tendencies. The only thing that could not be done was to avoid the rush hour in Manhattan, that as known hard twenty-four hours.
Armed with holy patience, simply attended to reach destination. Meanwhile he/she thought to Helen Sastri and with so luxuriant thoughts the dead time resuscita and it runs away away on his/her same legs.
So many times you/he/she had happened him to consider to his/her unexpected visit, that one month-old afternoon ago.
Too many events had upset that day: the death of Laura, that the newscast of midday had sciorinato under his eyes, the almost instant arrest of Angel, that dragged in proxy it was not of it more gone out. And then Helen, that had appeared to the sudden one in the laboratory. It was his/her laboratory but Emilio you/he/she had desired theirs it became. It was as to get back has her/it to house, for an only time. Then she would have disappeared, leaving behind of itself what him, together with the whole world, went looking for for a long time.
He/she anchors he/she didn't succeed in believing in what you/he/she had asked him.
«Emilio, hurried: it needs immediately to freeze him/it.»
There was some seed, in that Eppendorf ache preserved that sciorinando went in front of his nose.
«Of whom is?» you/he/she had asked her alarmed.
«It is of Angel» you/he/she had answered him without being upset himself/herself/themselves.
Angel, the beau that had waved under the nose of the followers his/her unsatisfied rod: Emilio if he/she remembered very well her, the session of sun two nights before, even if you/he/she was done as a mine. And he/she also remembered very well that Angel had chased a cry, before passing out, as if a goddess of the sex had provoked him the more devastantes orgasm of the life. But it was not true, if the era dreamt: Angel was the only one that that night had not enjoyed. The night from the session more porcas of the history: without having freed, it had to be loaded as a mule.
That seed didn't originate from the party.
The thought of as you/he/she was ended in the hands of his/her/their sister you/he/she had excited only it for a fraction of according to and that rough image had been not the last scientific of which had deigned the liquid.
«Qual is the most advanced laboratory for the fertilization in vitro?» you/he/she had pursued him/it her, while he started the process of crioconservazione. You/he/she had quickly addressed her: Geneva, the nearest in the hands of his/her/their Brothers. Sure technology, advanced treatments. And the suggestions appeared on the surface with the same coldness with which the seeds sank.
Helen offered him to the organization how come anybody you/he/she had done: it was the first woman the first egg. The warmest woman that was granted to the coldest fertilization. But it was a supreme fertilization, that broke of hit every moral, opening wide the new street to the Great Work.
Ricciuti was not able he/she anchors to imagine that the surprises hardly start and that others well more disruptive would be revealed later only a few days.
What instead the surprises at that time of distraction was the end of the run.
Sixty dollars, had asked the taxi driver pakistano. A banknote released him from one hundred, provided that it stopped her/it of lumargli the ventiquattrore. Too much precious for the looks of the miserable ones.
It was already in the inside courtyard, in front of the tent that went looking for: the New York University Medical Center, the top of the hospitals of America, he was offered, to that felt already his/her master. You/he/she would be played well: Langone & Ricciuti. To the name of the old benefactor that the dedication was purchased with a millionaire donation, that would be placed side by side of soon the young genius that had to offer well more that one painted to the walls.
It passed unnoticed from the entry and along the departments.
Perfect so, in the style of the organization, hidden to the world in beautiful sight. It was one of the so many, with a handbag as so many. What he/she knew well whether to go himself/herself/themselves, what elevator to take, to how plain to go. And in front of what office to make antechamber.
And it did her/it, as a deadly commune, also knowing to bring itself the instructions for the eternal life.
After two students and three students, it was his turn, the ex youth that of sure it was not for sharpening a thesis there.
A regard, a smile, a handshake and the heavy door of the study it swallowed him/it.
A study of a physician, not a simple clinic. The desk in wood, the carved bookstores, shiny floor, curtains to baton: the typical alcove of inexpressible academic pleasures.
Emilio sat him to the other head of the desk to the presence of a separate professorial grizzled, with light glasses and some sign of decadence on the skin. Under the white white uniform it dressed with modern elegance. Overall it waited. From equal to equal. This way he/she wanted the organization. But him, the landlord, knew that its role of chief physician distantly was not comparable with the eternal mess-tin of the Italian visitor. And the other, the invader, knew that what brought with itself the vertex of the whole pyramid you/he/she made at that time it, a pyramid with a base spropositata and a radiant top from the boundless influence.
«He/she is not seen us by the great session in Stockholm» it welcomed him/it in perfect Italian the American physician.
«Impossible to forget her/it, true doctor?» it winked in the same language Emilio. «Sweden is always shown generous of his/her resources.» It encircled him/it allusive but the physician didn't already want more to continue in that cordiality cialtronesca.
«It is that?» he/she asked serioso ogling to the handbag that the guest was held hold in womb.
There was no space for vulgar humorous remarks. Nothing of badly: smiled Emilio him with a complicity not application.
«Seen the gioiellino?» As he liked to pose himself/herself/themselves. «A ventiquattrore from 196 degrees under him zero.»
The concedette to the looks of the American, removing from him her from the legs and leaning her/it to him on the desk.
That it returned her same coldness.
«There is everything?» it limited him to ask.
«Sperms of him, ovociti of her. And the embryo that is the result of it.»
The physician him soddisfò of the answer, crossing Emilio that expected all other exuberance. Without being upset himself/herself/themselves, taken the suitcase for the handle and it supported her/it to earth.
«Is careful!» he heated Ricciuti. «We have never met material genetic so much jewel. And nothing doesn't exist in kind as that egg.»
Strange. The affirmation seemed to strike the teacher more than the same object.
«Place doesn't seem out her to speak of nature to our case?»
There was an unexpected hostility in that question.
«It is the nature that has given us that subject, we have not done anything else other than to gather her/it» he/she wanted to remember him. «You as you/he/she has reacted when I have explained her of thing he treated?»
«As every good scientist: I have mentally taken clipboard, so that to hold back the sense of his/her discourse.»
It followed silence as that of whom, in a dark labyrinth, it fears to complete a footstep not to be himself/herself/themselves to fall in the void.
«Therefore?» Emilio pursued him/it to advance for first.
«Therefore I re
peat her the lezioncina, if he/she wants. You has had available the seed of Angel and the ovulo of his/her sister Helen. This last has asked her to create an embryo uniting their gametes. In the progress with the fertilization in vitro, analyzing their genetic outfit, you have realized that both his/her brothers were the result of a genetic remixing of four embryos. Helen and Angel were two chimeras, each with part of the genetic outfit of the other.»
It didn't give great satisfaction. For charity, the lezioncina the sense gave him/it. But did the American witness so indifferent the tragic fatality indeed that that discourse involved?
«And does it say nothing, doctor?» Emilio rebuked him/it. «It has present that rarity is to come upon him in a chimera? We have found us of it two in a twin birth.» You arched conceited on the chair, dressing to the perfection the role of the pedantic professorino. And he/she explained anchor, more for personal satisfaction that for didactic necessity. «The mother of the Sastris was pregnant of two twin heterozygotes: two ovulis centered to the first hit, that you/they gave origin to a male and a female. Every of these embryos, is separated then in a couple of, twin omozigoti, two males, therefore, and two females. They would be due to be born four twins, instead the unthinkable one has happened: during the phase of the blastocisti, every male and every female they are again melted among them. And instead of creating a couple of hermaphrodites, you/he/she has brought back the phenotypic diversification and genotipica to the quintessence of masculinity and femininity. A superman and a superdonna, in the true sense of the word.»
It beat a door in the corridor. Troublesome indiscipline, that Emilio in his/her kingdoms would not have born. Footsteps tacchettantis sprang in rapid leaving of it.
«Perfect» it reassured him/it the other, taking back the discourse with an appearance of emotional share. «In fact we are here to speak of it: the recombination of the genetic sequences has us practically dictated a new map of the functions, pointing out us as to intervene in to isolate you determine codifications.»
«We go doctor» sbottò non satisfied Emilio. «In this egg, and in these gametes, there is a map for risequenziare the human Dna, bringing single characters to an improvement. To make an example, has discovered that Helen had the muscular fabric of a man: elasticity, performance, development, while the mass had not suffered alterations of relief. Mythology had even imagined never a fighter's strength graced in the forms of a goddess.»
The heels from the corridor returned to the base this time followed by others. A to speak in a low voice agitated among you connect it lost him in foundation.
«I understand very well his/her enthusiasm. Are we able, maintaining our conformation, to increase the strength of every than? Winds, twenty-five percent?»
«Even also more!» It fell in the enthusiastic trap. «Images thing means to apply certain improvements to the rescue parties.»
«Or to the military strengths.»
Defeatist Fottuto, started to irritate him/it. How irritant was that increasing din out of their door: in so many they were stolen the word, as whether to howl more won him something. Disorder that the future would not have born anymore.
«In the world that we are creating the soldiers they won't serve anymore. In the new admirable world of which we are foretasting the dawn, we will have removed the cause of every war, since wrong people won't exist in the wrong place anymore. Or is you/he/she forgetting?»
It was an evident call to the order, that the colleague showed to respectfully have inclusive.
«I am not forgetting of it: I have always served the cause and I will keep on doing him/it. What both our point of arrival is clear to all: what worries me is the indifference for the way with which we will reach him/it.»
Emilio stuck out then him from the chair, persuasive as the snake on the tree.
«You don't have trust in the Invisible Teachers?» it hissed lascivious.
«We exist really because we are never trusted there what we don't see.»
«I will tell then you thing I have seen me: I have seen a man choose the worse road to be saved himself/herself/themselves killing the witness of his/her precedent homicide. That witness was his/her sister the most expensive affection. Stamping on every hesitation, you/he/she has disemboweled her. You/he/she has tried to avoid the jail because he/she knew that you/they would have massacred him/it: his/her first victim was the sister of a ducetto neofascista, that won't even have had to impart the order to his/her cameratis inside of to do justice there. All ended, seemed: all converged toward the forgetfulness. But from so much death, from so much folly, what is saved I have just delivered her. Also when the perversions of the world conspired to the dissolution, the street traced by the Teachers has brought us to the salvation.»
«Alleluja!» the American reacted, waving tall the hands. «We greet the prodigious intervention of the Providence!»
The voices strangled by the outside had taken to be covered himself/herself/themselves of terror.
«It is not a prodigious intervention.» Rational ambitions pushed Emilio not to abandon that discussion. «Nobody has traced the run attending us to the arrival. But everything is propagated by the origin as the tide of a river that it pushes to the mouth what it precedes her/it. Our destiny is written for a long time in each of our cells and it flows in our veins together with its creators.»
The American had listened to him/it respectful.
«Dragged by the tide. Without being able to turn us to see what it pushes us and without a sketch of what it waits us. Emilio, not to exalt too much you for a future of which we don't have certainties.»
It was by now a crowd crying that that raced from a head to the other to the outside without more decorum.
But Ricciuti didn't have senses if not for the handbag. The oceans crossed for bringing her/it to the sure one could not finish in a puddle of skepticism.
«You are considering there?» he/she asked him, strong of thousand bawls.
The American caressed in turn the suitcase with the look.
«The egg has arrived up to here» it said. «You don't have trust in the Invisible Teachers?»
Eyes in the eyes, attended other words.
But too by now they erupted more from the corridor: hysterical bawls, cackles, that none of them could ignore anymore.
«But what devil happens?» it also shook him at the end the teacher.
It was in that that opened the door of the office. You/he/she would never be been able to happen, without knocking, without one permission of his.
It leaned out a doctor from the sweet face and from the petrified eyes.
«Doctor, begs her/it, comes to feel!» it raved terrorized. «A terrible thing has happened!» It is rapid it disappeared. Nobody understood over, if not that alone men got excited, frightened to died by something incomprehensible.
Emilio and his/her guest got up, reaching the corridor.
All hastened from the departments converging toward the atrium from which it raised him tall and sure the voice of the television. A tear of world in that small chaos. A world that he disclosed chaos.
Terrible, oh my God, that will be of it of us, thing will happen now. This the blanket of hiccups that Emilio was found to cross while with hallucinated footstep it reached the screens.
They reflected images of a suspended world, in unstable balance on his/her same downfall.
Crying humanity, implored a truce from those images that they told tragedy.
Unexpected tragedy, misunderstood, unheeded. For this, in his/her incomprehensibility, fatal.
Here to you, my gentlemen, the spark. A flame luciferina is by now ready to devour the fuse.
The journalists were troubled to trace an account of the chaos, exploded in the editings to the peer of who knows how much torn to pieces bodies. They bundled words, stealing himself/herself/itself the frequencies, as if from the jumble of dissonant bawls you/he/she could spring the sense than happened.
Because?
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Question suspended in the void of an impotent humanity, broken by the cruellest aberration that the nature stepmother you/he/she had created: the impotent humanity.
Because?
Sovrimpressionis flowed raging, they translated in letters the fragments of the devastation that you/he/she had struck a place that was all the places, since she before seven cups has been versed. And be cries and screeching of teeth, since there they have not called neither neither chosen.
"The General Secretary of the United Nations will release among brief a declaration" writing appeared.
Perhaps words of comfort, splinters of sensatezza, would have given a sense to the disaster. A lighthouse of hope ignited on all the presents. On everybody, except that on Emilio.
While the raw images were spaced out for leaving place to the comforting shot of a journalistic study, Emilio Ricciuti he/she asked him for the first time if the treasure very craved, the egg that had brought to open himself/herself/themselves as a good schoolboy, pits indeed the street for the salvation of the planet or not rather the intrinsic reason for its sentence.