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and closed the door behind her. She looked at the rest of the room, and Hugh followed her gaze. It was very strange attitude from her, certainly she could not be making sure that nobody else was there in that room, she could not have forgotten the cameras, the eyes of the ghosts. Hugh really lived in that room as if there were no cameras, he really didn't care about them, it was usual to him, but to her all was different, she had strange feeling about the eyes of the ghosts. Hugh was like most people but she belonged to a minority. It was actually a difference that forged the two like opposite beings. They looked face to face. The two thought a kiss, but it seemed that was a steel plate between them. Perhaps she was embarrassed by the cameras and he certainly by his body. Hugh merely touched on her shoulder, and conducted her further into the room. Had placed an image that mimicked a window, to the eyes it was a window, at which they could see a beautiful summer day with bright sunshine, green trees, and multicolored birds singing. When he arrived near the middle of the room Anne suddenly spoke.

  - I bought you something.

  - Nice! Is it for me? What is it?

  Anne gives the small package to Hugh, he opened it, eagerly ripping the wrapping.

  - A mirror!

  - You do not like?

  - Is that ... What about it, Anne?

  - Don't take the wrong direction here, please. I see how hard you work to accept, and I give it to you as a token to your effort.

  Hugh shook his head. He looked in the mirror. He saw his face. Anne came up behind him and hugged his waist with her left hand, and with the right hand she covered Hugh's hand over the cord of the mirror, and so she was rising more and more that object until focus it in her face, Hugh saw her eyes, and she saw his eyes.

  - Do you still feel strange?

  - Very much.

  - When I embrace you, hold your hand, what you feel?

  - Cold. Plastic Cold. As if I was inside a plastic package. As if I was plastic.

  - Do you feel the warmth of my hand?

  - It is not this. I think it's psychological. Everything works but I can't go through it.

  Hugh turned to Anne and touched her face.

  - How can I not remember you? It's a disgrace, isn't it? I'm bothered, I'm willing to escape from here, what do you think?

  - Yeah, count on me. Do you love me?

  - I. .. Ah ... you know, I'm awkward at these things, men are, you know. Like I said, I'm overwhelmed, anxious, and wanted not to be. But... if I love you? Anh! properly I don't know much about you, I don't remember how we were before, the truth is that I'm afraid of who I am now, you know, my body, this body. I was learning to accept all this. I am giving my best, is there something more that I should do? But I... love you. Perhaps because you, beside my father, are the only person who seem to exist in my entire world. I need you, I do not want to lose you. But I'm afraid. I don't know how you feel. I wonder if you accept me, accept me the way I am now. Accepted my body, this body.

  Hugh stared at Anne, who was completely lost. Hugh gave a deep sigh.

  - There's only one answer.

  And Hugh gave a long kiss on the lips of Anne.

  “... was better than virtual, it was awesome! ...”

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  “... an old girlfriend of Louis, the body that Hugh now lives, has just released images where she's kissing Louis. The fact that a tabloid has used that image to the side of the kissing scene of Anne and Hugh is in extremely bad taste. We have to execrate those attitudes. I don't know how this kind of rag still has so much popularity, and it is so appreciated by so many people. Is that even the high degree of knowledge of the people of the world was not as effective an antidote as to eradicate these vipers. But how long we stand still, will it last all eternity? ...”

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  After the kiss Hugh looked smiling at Anne, who looked like was walking from a dream.

  - What matters? - Hugh said still smiling. It is all about body, is all about a tool. It is always best not to think too much. Uf! I'm feeling free. I'm floating. Oh! Yes, I love you so much. Are you okay? All right Anne?

  - I'm fine. It is best not to think too much.

  Anne had a slight smile and the expression of undisguised satisfaction. She looked into the eyes of Hugh. They sat side by side and were looking at that window that was the imitation of a beautiful summer day.

  “...is not a legend. Jedain, despite being one of the biggest stars of all time, even just lived that way. Nobody knows exactly why, but he built a house dungeon, and he lived there until the end of his life. He surrounded himself with screens on all sides, and took control of what he wanted to see from the outside world. I found traces of the amount he spent in the house and is an absurd amount, a scandal. He resembles the English lords of the nineteenth, for he kept a large number of people working in his huge mansion. So he had a lot of these people who was only in charge of filtering out all the news and images of the outside world so that only came to Jedain what he had rigorously specified. How he liked too much of summer, he made were always summer. He used massive heaters and an intricate lighting system for the whole mansion and a garden around always seems to stay on the summer. He was a weird guy. There is no denying that he created a world apart, his own paradise. They say that when he gave a party, all guests received a list in which was written what events they could comment and what events they should simply ignore as if they had not happened. To Jedain the global unification and poverty eradication at reasonable levels were a reality, even if not the truth of the world. He hated the pain and suffering of human society: - I can’t, you have to understand, I'm an artist, I'm too sensitive, and I'm tired of this world, I tried, I tried hard, but I know I'm not going to change things, not can prevent these atrocities continue to happens, I think I'll stick my eyes than have to continue to see this ugliness... Then he started to write the history substrate in which he lived. And he had followers, after he emerged that trend, profound and desired alienation provided by technology, as for a person lost in a desert it was the mirage that relieved the unbearable thirst. It's actually a very natural unfolding, the capitalism has always led the wealthy to paradise bubbles, little worlds apart, the technology just made them more credible, insulated, shielded, durable. It is difficult to judge the Jedaians, the intention is good, and the illusion can be as seductive as the song of the mermaid...”

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  - Father, what do you think about Anne? - Asked Hugh.

  - I saw you yesterday. I think she's wonderful. But what do I know of life to talk about it. You know I dated very little, I consider myself an exception, I met Dora and have always been very happy with her, I know very little about searching the perfect match and that sort of thing. I haven't had enough disappointments. But I think Anne is a wonderful person.

  - Are you saying this because this room is in inter-O?

  - Of course not, I would say this even though she couldn’t see us. Besides, why son, do you still have this room in this inter-O? You know that you could have gone to another level of exposure. I think Anne is a bit shy about all this exposure, if you pass to a lower level of exposure and allow some privacy, I think she would feel safer.

  - Do you think that?

  - Yes, she doesn’t like technology as you do. Did you know that she gets little time on the Internet? Long ago she took a vacation and stayed away from the Internet. You must take this into consideration.

  - I didn't know, Dad.

  - But it's true.

  - But, why? Moreover, does it matter? Just understand that anyone who sees this image at those cameras is someone who wants to do. It’s important open my life, as do most people, I don't consider myself special. What I'm living deserves to be shared with those who want to share. I am ordinary, like most, I was taught to think about other people, to share. My life can enrich the life of other person, then why hide if it is bette
r to share. These days I watched the life of a boy who has a life much like I had before the accident. It was good for me, very good indeed. I saw his problems, made me realize that my desire to live as it was it's not only wonderful as I thinking, but that my previous life had its own problems. It gave me strength to continue, not to sell me a mirage of the past, when only remember what is good.

  - I know son, but take her opinion into consideration. And you have to understand that your life is not exactly like everyone else, unfortunately. You know about the popularity ratings of these cameras? You are not seen as ordinary people. You are a worldwide phenomenon. This is quite different.

  - You think this is different?

  - I think yes. I think there are many ghosts.

  - Father, ghosts!?

  - Yes.

  - Ahah! You also never liked the inter-O, is not it?

  - You know that I don't do so well at cameras. I'm also kind of shy. I was used to my quiet life.

  Ubi take a long pause.

  - Ah! Father, you care too much, and with things that do not deserve it. So you should know that this rate will not last, notice how it has fallen. Soon, very few people will be looking for these cameras, all people will be bored and bored fast, and this is how they are. I remember a school research I did about it, about the flood of attractions that drowns everything, rekindling a new world every day. The show does not matter anymore, no matter how