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sexta-feira, 7 de junho de 2019

Hypnos (Part 2: Surprise)



- Let’s try to be practical. How many of us were in the observation room, when that happened?

- All of us. You know that.

- Four, then.

- Why? What difference would that make?

- It makes all the difference… because what he saw must be related to one of the four of us.

- What do you mean? One of the four of us?

- Exactly. One of us is responsible for a suicide. Or maybe one of the two, if we consider the two of us out of the suspects list… in principle.

- For heaven’s sake, explain it better.

He opened his mouth but something on his mind made him think twice before speaking. He looked into the shaded room where the experiment had occurred. There wires and the sticker terminals were still hanging from the bed in the capsule. He frowned.

- What if…

- What now?

- Neither of us had the headphones, during the experiment, right?

- Right.

- Maybe the connection is there… It must be there…

- This is not helping much.

- That cannot be just a coincidence. There must be a link between what he saw in his dream and that connection must involve the two people who were wearing the headphones. What I saw was in your head and you were wearing them as well.

- It cannot be that simple. This is just a theory.

- It’s the only thing we have now. We need to try and follow a line of thought…

- Yes… No… We must stick to the facts only.

The young scientist stared into his friend’s eyes. He took a deep breath and looked down to the two scars in his colleague’s wrists.

- That was so horrible. I felt the despair and the anguish, before and when the blade tore your flesh apart, as if they were being made on me…

The other man looked down. He could not face his friend’s stare. He felt a deep sorrow. The past should have been buried very deeply in his mind. Those painful memories had not been recalled in years.

***

Childhood friends, school mates, apart for many years and then reunited by a coincidence when they found themselves in the same job, the two young scientists were now more connected to each other than ever. The Universe conspired and put them together again after a tragedy. And now…

- We must repeat the experiment, without raising any suspicion.

- How? The lab is locked for investigation.

- That will not go for long. The witnesses will never be confronted. Everybody saw what happened. Nobody touched that man. Justice and the University Rectory can forbid new experiments to be made with external volunteers. But that will not be the same with the researching staff… if we keep it secret, of course. But we still need to convince the other two to continue with the testing and investigation.

And he smiled in a funny way. That smirk was a sign that there was a plan being built in his head.

- I’m going to prepare the argument for the idea. Help me out here, will you?

Although not completely sure if that would be a good idea or not, going ahead with the plan was the only option they had. The young scientists accepted it like a challenge. His investigative vein was pulsing with anticipation.

***

The corridors were silent. The only audible sound was the soft hitting of the rubber soled shoes on the immaculate waxed floor. The Investigation lab was still locked and sealed by order of the Rectory. The examinations of the incident, as expected, were unconvincing, basically by the lack of evidence. Everyone could see clearly that the volunteer, in delirious state of mind, broke the security protocol and dove from the balcony to his own death. The security camera records were distinctly clear and irrefutable.

Although they could not blame anyone for the incident, the method was being questioned and represented an imminent danger to those whom would be submitted to the experiment or treatment.

Persuaded by good argumentation, the scientists had decided to disregard the orders and repeat the procedure, in the name of science. They had to investigate further and unveil the mystery left unsolved.

Following their original plan, the two young friends arrived earlier at the premises and prepared the room for carrying out the tests.  If they could find out the reason why that student had decided to put an end to his own life instead of facing something that a vision of a dream triggered, they would know what to do next.

- Let’s get everything ready before someone shows up and spoils the fun. We’ve got lots to do before they get up here.

***

- That should be me!

- This was supposed to be a democratic selection. The majority of votes should decide.

- My vote, then, is for him to play the guinea pig in this experiment.

- It’s really indifferent to me...

The woman looked at the three scientists and let her arms down. She had been defeated.

The two young scientists looked at each other without saying a word. The two walked into the room where the apparatus was ready to be used and started preparing for the procedure by sticking the terminals around the head and along the chest of the volunteer, who lay down in the bed that was in the chamber. Cameras and other high resolution apparatus were all around. He did not smile. He was apprehensive but at the same time, curious about it all. His friend spoke very little while preparing him for the experiment. They had had enough chat some minutes before the others arrived.

- Are you ok?

- I’m not sure, but I will not think about it now. Let’s get on with this.

The young man nodded and fastened the leather belts to his friend’s wrists and ankles.  He checked the whole set of equipment and put a hand on the young man’s shoulder. The volunteer was already falling into a state of lethargy. His eyelids were heavy under the effect of the sedative. 

In the attached observing room, the more experienced scientist sat down and put the headphones around his head. The woman sat at his side and did the same. The young scientist entered the same room and took a deep breath. He needed to observe carefully everything that would happen and he knew that the procedure could be interrupted at any time, if needed. The possibility of it happening was enormous. He had passed through that same experience before and knew there were quite a few reasons to be worried.

The lights in the experiment room were dimmed. The cameras were switched on. The face of the volunteer patient appeared on the screen in good detail. The camera focused on his young face and he seemed calm and relaxed. His breathing was dense, deep and slow.


In just a few minutes the first rapid eye movements began. He was dreaming.

***

- That was really scary. Fortunately, I was prepared and could resist a little longer. Thus, I could see more…

- And what did you see?

- Two men on the beach. One was waiting for the other to meet him and when they did, I realised what was happening. They are twin brothers… and…

- What? I don’t understand anything. Twin brothers?

- We have got everything the wrong way. It was never that young man or the two of us who were in danger.

- What do you mean? Never?

- In fact, it has never been anyone of us.

***


quarta-feira, 18 de abril de 2018

All Along the Coastline (Epilogue)


- Monarch?

 - But isn’t that a kind of a butterfly?

 - All this investment spent on a research based on studies of a butterfly?

 - Make no mistake. The research is very serious and the results are guaranteed...

- Says who? We have not started the production yet and we do not know if the results are guaranteed. Who can trust that, as a fact?

 - Well, I can!

 The board of directors was divided. On the one hand, the investors and management were confused and thought they bet the wrong horse. They felt that they had been deceived... and very!

On the other hand, the Managing Director was absolutely sure of the origins and outcome of the research and was sure he would be very rich. He knew better than the others, but he could not really reveal where such a cast-iron certainty came from.

He remembered the day he met the strange little man for the first time.

 ***

 Looking like a very unusual character of a cartoon, the little man was practically an albino; a strange mixture of an alien with any hominid, to say the least. He seemed to be coming out of a science fiction movie, with his pale skin and big head, inconsistent with the shrivelled body.

- I'll send the capsule through a rift in time, in what will be perceived as a week from now. Until then, we will not talk again. That will be the signal to start the negotiations. This operation must be kept confidential until we are sure we will not raise any unwanted suspicions.

- It's fair. If the capsule is not delivered, we have no business and life will go on normally and without any further problems.

 - I do not ask you to believe anything, without the necessary proof. Here is the key to opening the capsule. Without it, it is only a metallic sphere, found in the ocean. There's no other way to open it...

- Why is it going to be thrown into the ocean? You could deliver it elsewhere... anywhere...

- Because of its size. Furthermore the ocean will serve as a good shock absorber. On dry land, it would draw too much attention and could suffer damage when hitting the ground. The sample will be contained in a small and properly protected container.

- If the sample comes in a small container, why do you need a large capsule?


 The little man smiled. His face seemed unaccustomed to sympathy. His countenance was serious again, almost immediately.

- Because the sample will not be the only thing that will be sent inside the capsule.

***

The young men moved toward the exit, not looking back. Outside the Campus, a great confusion of loud siren sounds began to shriek through the streets and toward them. Inside the precincts, the fire was destroying everything that once had been the research laboratory. The two went the opposite way and entered the first subway station, without talking and without looking back.

As they passed the ticket control to the platforms, they saw that a carriage had just arrived and they entered it, without hesitation. They were in a hurry to get out of there as soon as possible.

On the surface, the chaos was snowballing, despite of being late at night. In addition to the firefighters, police officers and security teams from the Campus, an influx of curious also crowded the place.

In the underground, the subway cars were moving in controlled speed, going farther and farther from the region where the University was built.

The young man wearing glasses broke the silence after a while. He was still pale and nervous.

- What was that?

  - I still don’t know. But that was really scary.


- Indeed. I still feel that cold hand on my shoulder. I'm afraid of what I saw. Where did he come from? He looked like coming out of a sci-fi movie!


 The other man tried to smile, but he was too worried to play with what had just happened.

 - He must have probably left before the fire brigade and the policemen arrived. He must not have waited for anyone to disappear, or he would have to explain quite a lot. I don’t believe that any explanation would be easy to be given, anyway.

- And what will we do now? We will never find answers to our doubts and we won’t be able to confirm our theories. We lost the opportunity...

- Maybe not... I think we're going back to see our mystery man somehow... I still do not know how, but I think he might have answers.

- Oh no! Here we go, again!

***

The news came in large lettering, on the front page of the best-selling newspaper in the country: “N.M.E. being investigated, due to changes in food genetics”.

The article featured details of genetic alterations that led to chemical dependence, as in the so-called illegal drugs. The same was true about the industrialization of medicines at a later stage of the company's business, which was also suspected of addicting users. Their consumption had skyrocketed, leading to suspicions that there was something going on in the company, to have the results increased exponentially, in such a short time and without obvious marketing strategies.

The young man wearing glasses handed the newspaper out to his friend, after carefully reading all the published article.

- I knew there was something very wrong.

- But we could not prove anything, not even find any hint of evidence after the incident with the University laboratory. These people are dangerous and merciless.

 - After all this time, the only thing I remember was that those holidays were over too soon. Besides, we only wasted our time and money, in addition to the confusions in which we were involved in.


- Well... And we did not even meet that strange looking little man again... What if...?

The young man looked at his friend, after that incomplete question, knowing that apparently his head was working at high speed, as it always was, when he was planning something. More than a year had passed since the two returned from those holidays, which were totally spoiled by unusual and unwelcome circumstances.

Life in the barracks returned to normal, but the adventure left an unresolved and unfinished taste in the situation. Time had made it easier to let go of that feeling, but now those news brought some light back to everything again.

- What do you think if we got back there?

- Are you insane? That is no longer our business. I wonder if that ever was. Let the police take care of them. We cannot do anything anymore.

- I don’t know, no... They are criminals and the papers only mention the frauds related to the food and medicines, which we’d also come to suspect. They’ve never associated the company with the crime against the two boys who were killed, innocently, in our place... or to the laboratory explosion. I wonder why?

- Oh my God!

 
***
-  I do not want to be involved in a scandal of this magnitude. It was not for this that I sold you the formula. They will end up digging out quite a lot and coming up to find me. This will not end well.

- Why does that bother you? What I do with the result of the research and the modifications, which we have worked so hard to implement, is only on my account and, of course, on the company.

- I left my exile because I did not agree with the way things have gone so far. The intention was different from the beginning... and I told you this...


 - You should not have come back here. Our contract was closed a long time ago. I paid dearly for all this. And I'm only reaping the dividends...

- Dividends? Using the formula to manufacture drugs to slow aging and selling the product for millions of Euros, to only a few tycoons who are afraid to die, is not only to reap dividends, in my opinion. The humanity…


- Who cares about humanity? These poor beings do not even know why they are still on this planet... They do not deserve the ground they tread on! I will not change a millimetre of what I have achieved so far, because of your scruples. They did not exist when we signed the agreement and we closed the contract. Why are you so concerned, now? As far as I know, you destroyed an entire planet, with all the inhabitants still living there...

- All but one... two... to tell you the truth. But that was a desperate move. There was no hope for that planet...


- Neither for this one! What's done is done. It's my decision. And do not worry. They will never reach you. Not where you're going to...

- Is it? But I'm not going to tell you where I'm going to...

- I'll tell you! And you're not going to get out of my sight...


The man opened a drawer and took an automatic weapon from inside it, pointed it at the strange little man, and fired. The only projectile thrown by the muffler in the gun barrel hit the other man well in the middle of the forehead. A fatal shot, with little blood spilled.

The director called security and waited.

- Do what I told you to do. And have it cleaned up before anyone asks questions. I want the body of this humanoid embalmed and deposited inside that capsule, so that no one ever finds traces of what happened here. And have the damn capsule installed in the middle of that garden, where I can keep my eyes on it every single day...


The head of security nodded, called the men and did as he was told to, without questioning and without hesitation.

At that hour of the night there was hardly anyone in the company. They had all the time and freedom to do what was necessary without arousing further suspicions.

***


- Turn on the TV. They're showing something you're going to want to see.
- What's that?

The young man turned on the TV. The news showed a story about a certain major drug producer that previously produced only food. An investigation led to the discovery of a series of incidents, all associated with the director of N.M.E., including a crime against two boys in the north of the country.

The investigation pointed to the company's chief of security, who after many contradictions in the testimony he gave, eventually yielded and confessed to such a crime. The director was still under investigation and the police had just arrived at his office with a prison sentence against him.

High paid lawyers were working to get a habeas corpus, but they did not have time to stop the man being arrested and taken to the police station.

The TV camera showed the man being approached by the police while he was still in the company's inner park. It was evident that he kept his eyes on a strange object planted in the middle of the well-kept garden. A large metal sphere, all sealed, lay, like a monument or a trophy, in the centre of that garden, lined with concentric rows of asclepias planted in a harmonious geometric pattern.

The two young men were static. They knew that sphere very well.

- What the hell!


The report went on.

When the police car arrived at the police station, with the cameras all around, recording the event, the TV showed the man being dragged, apparently unconscious, towards the building. An ambulance was already waiting, with the paramedics ready to provide immediate care.

A reporter announced that the man had been killed on the spot. Another aired that he poisoned himself, en route, to avoid the consequences of the arrest, confirming what the first journalist suspected.

The image of the camera was fixed on the ambulance's white van. On the steering wheel, to the shock of the two young men watching, a very pale and strange-looking man took the car away from the police station and from the confusion that the reporters and curious people had just witnessed.