O Décimo-Terceiro (Parte 4)

Leona olhou para o pai e David, o décimo-terceiro clone, que corriam junto dela, pelo meio do bosque, sem pensar em outra coisa, além de salvar suas peles. Ela era mais rápida e conhecia o caminho, por isso assumiu a responsabilidade sobre a segurança deles. Por sorte, os homens armados ainda não os haviam detetado, mas poderia ser, somente, uma questão de tempo.

Ouviram mais tiros. Leona não parava de pensar no irmão. Enquanto ela os ouvisse, por mais perigoso que pudesse ser, entretanto, sabia que ele estaria, provavelmente, vivo. O silêncio é que poderia ser mau sinal. Ela tinha medo de pensar no pior. Sua preocupação era, agora, correr, sem parar.

- Temos que chegar à entrada dos túneis. Lá será mais fácil desaparecermos. Tomem cuidado, mas não parem.

Ela sabia que exigia demais daqueles dois seres, mas tinha que ser forte pelos dois, que estavam praticamente chegando aos limites de suas forças. Um pensamento passou por sua cabeça e ela tentou arrancá-lo da mente, mas não era fácil…

“O que será que este surto de adrenalina vai causar ao corpo do clone? Ele já está em estranha mutação. E se isso acelerar algum processo?”

Mais um tiro. Desta vez pareceu estar mais perto deles. Ouviu passos apressados. Estavam quase na entrada dos túneis. Leona não olhou para trás. Mantinha o pai e David, sob sua total atenção. Tinha que se concentrar em deixá-los a salvo, de qualquer maneira. O futuro e o passado corriam junto dela.

Ao passar pela entrada dos túneis, Leona não hesitou. Aquele emaranhado de entradas, nas diversas galerias, era como um labirinto, mas tanto ela quanto o irmão, conheciam muito bem aquele lugar. Eles costumavam fazer uma brincadeira com seu esconderijo favorito.

“Se não é direito ir à direita, então é direito ir à esquerda”.

Assim que se sentiu segura, deixou os dois homens, finalmente, tomarem fôlego. Os três ficaram, quietos, tentando perceber se já estavam seguros. O som de passos apressados indicou-lhes que vinha alguém na mesma direção. Só podia ser o irmão, mas ela pediu aos dois para ficarem escondidos e em silêncio, até terem certeza, enquanto ela se certificava.  

- Leona, consegui salvar o diário. Nem pergunte a que custo. É melhor que o leves contigo. Eu vou continuar a desviar a atenção dos homens, para que nunca cheguem perto do terminal, até vocês estarem seguros.

- Não. Nós temos muito pouco tempo. Vamos ter que sair daqui juntos.

- É nossa única hipótese. Confia em mim. Eu chego a tempo, podes ficar tranquila.

Confiar nele? Ela teve dúvidas… Por mais que parecesse certo do que fazia, ainda assim, era extremamente arriscado.

A mulher não percebeu que o irmão tentava esconder sua dificuldade em respirar normalmente. Ele fingiu estar, somente, cansado e preocupado em fazer com que saíssem dali a salvo.

- Vamo-nos encontrar no terminal em quinze minutos. Não esperem mais que cinco minutos por mim. Agora vão.

Leona articulou, rapidamente, um plano de emergência em sua mente, mas precisava de tempo para executá-lo, antes que o irmão voltasse a juntar-se ao grupo.

Ela chamou o pai e o Décimo-Terceiro. Os dois seguiram-na, sem dizer nada. O personagem mais jovem não conseguia esconder o quão assustado e receoso estava. O homem mais velho, acostumado com fugas repentinas e uma vida bem pouco segura, desde há muito, apenas seguiu a filha, sem reclamar e em apreensivo silêncio.

A mulher era ágil e sabia o caminho como ninguém. Os dois faziam um esforço extra para poderem acompanhá-la, mas seguiam-na cega e confiantemente, em absoluto silêncio.

Todos os outros sons, além de seus passos, haviam ficado completamente para trás, deixando-os mais tranquilos, mas não desatentos. 

- É ali. Chegamos.

***

Leona reprogramou o terminal de transporte, como havia decidido mentalmente, para a volta de quatro viajantes, ao invés dos três que aportaram naquele ponto do passado. Apesar do risco que corriam com aquela atitude e, mesmo sabendo que contrariava todos os procedimentos de segurança e as ordens do Supremo, ela não teve dúvidas quanto à certeza de que tomara a decisão mais acertada.

Ela, o pai e o Décimo-Terceiro clone aguardavam ansiosamente pelo quarto viajante, mas o tempo esgotou-se muito rapidamente e o terminal deu o sinal de transferência. Os três colocaram-se no centro da cápsula e esperaram uma pequena fração de segundo, para que a mesma começasse o processo. 

A mulher sentia-se cansada e triste, mas tinha que seguir o procedimento, em nome da segurança do pai e do clone. Quando chegassem ao futuro, ela trataria de contornar a situação, provavelmente enviando um outro sinal, para que o irmão recebesse e pudesse voltar. Ele saberia o que fazer.

O som de uma rajada de disparos não foi percebido por nenhum dos três, enquanto estavam sendo transferidos de volta para o futuro, por causa do zumbido que a máquina emitiu e da rapidez do processo. O Décimo-Terceiro sentiu um empurrão no pé, mas não percebeu o que acontecia, realmente.

Ouviram uma sirene a tocar, intermitentemente, poucos segundos depois.

A transferência havia sido concluída, efetivamente. Agora, encontravam-se dentro do terminal de transporte do edifício principal, no ano de 4697.

Leona olhou para baixo, aos pés do Décimo-Terceiro e, então, percebeu que o clone tinha as pernas e os pés manchados de sangue.

- O que é isso?

- É sangue. Estás ferido?

- Não… sei…

O clone também sangrava pelo nariz. Ele revirou os olhos e caiu aos pés da mulher, aparentemente desacordado. Ela apressou-se para acudi-lo, quando viu que, atrás dele, jazia o corpo ferido e inconsciente do irmão. Ele também tinha as mãos cobertas de sangue.

Os dois cientistas chegaram, naquele momento, juntamente com o Supremo, que aproximou-se e falou, antes que ela tivesse tempo de explicar-se.

- Eu espero que tenhas uma razão muito boa para isto. Eu te avisei que vocês não deviam intervir com qualquer coisa no passado. A tua missão era justamente impedir que tal acontecesse.

- Eu sei. Mas estávamos sendo perseguidos por homens armados e não podia deixar ninguém para trás. Era a única alternativa.

- A única? A única alternativa era ter evitado esta confusão toda…

- Eu sei, mas temos um problema mais grave, neste momento…

O Supremo olhou por cima dos ombros de Leona e percebeu, logo, ao que ela se referia. Embora fosse um homem extremamente severo, ele não deixava de ser coerente e justo.

***

- Mas nós conseguimos salvar o diário, afinal. Mesmo com tudo que aconteceu… e…

- Sim. É certo. Mas a um preço muito alto.

- Isso já não tem nenhuma relevância. O que importa é que conseguimos garantir o nosso futuro e desta gente...

- Mas mexemos com o passado. Não deveria ter acontecido. Foi um risco muito grande... e, invariavelmente, toda intervenção tem suas consequências.

- Mas tu já não ias ficar muito tempo vivo, lá, de todo jeito… O ataque pode ter sido antecipado pela nossa chegada àquela hora ao laboratório, mas para todos os efeitos, segundo consta, serias morto naquela mesma noite e foi isso que aconteceu. Ninguém, nunca, vai saber a verdade… Que diferença poderia fazer, agora?

- Nunca subestime os efeitos das coisas pequenas ou das que pareçam ter pouca importância… Como sabes que nada ficou intocado, neste futuro? Mesmo que ainda não tenhas percebido… houve uma mudança!

- Houve?

- Houve, sim…

Leona olhou o pai, com preocupação. A morte do irmão fora um sacrifício, em nome do futuro e da ciência, que não fora previsto, nem pode ser impedido ou revertido. O tempo não perdoava… Aquela nova constatação, porém, era preocupante.

O pai apontou para o laboratório. De lá, David, o Décimo-Terceiro clone, olhava para ela e para o velho cientista.

Leona franziu o cenho. Ele parecia tranquilo, mas a anomalia estava cada vez mais evidente. A mulher puxou o pai pelo braço e entraram os dois na sala imaculadamente branca.

O chefe dos cientistas parecia desesperado.

The Thirteenth (Part 3)

It was not too late at night, in the suburbs. The silhouettes of two people, with very dissimilar looks, moved among the shadows, among the narrow streets and the dark alleys. Some people were still walking outside, others were chatting happily in the pubs and restaurants. It was quite a pleasant and fresh autumn night, fresh but not chilly at all. To the stronger man, that temperature was ideal, but his companion was uncomfortable, feeling his pale and fragile body tremble with cold.

- Let's go that way. We are not far by now. I just hope I don’t give the old man too much of a fright.

The other man looked at him, not quite realizing what that really meant and continued to follow the strong man, first behind a large house, which covered a whole block, in the farthest part of the village, then through a children’s playground at a small park and then they finally crossed a large patio that led them into a dense group of large trees.

When they started walking through the woods, they hit some branches of the Swan Milkweed that were hanging on their way and that had a surprising effect on some of the forest's temporary residents. A rustle of movement and color impressed the clone, but irritated the man who led him down those dark paths in the cool autumn night.

- Oh! What are these?

- They're butterflies. Monarchs, more specifically...

- How interesting... They are so...

Words failed him. He could not, with such a short life, say what he felt about beauty, one of the few things that really impressed him.

- ...annoying when they fly around us. We should avoid these swift moves because anything we do can raise suspicion and put us in danger. We have to keep our presence as discreet as possible.

The clone looked at the man, who was annoyed with such beauty and did not understand why he did not enjoy that unusual moment. The man pulled him by the arm, whispering, irritated.

- Let's go! Every minute we waste is too precious and we'll miss them eventually. You'll know more about the Monarchs, if you ever have the time... Now, let’s move on!

They finally arrived at the entrance of a tunnel, hidden in the basement of a building. From there, after passing through a series of other passageways, tangled in a rather intricate network, they finally got into a small old shed, built in the backyard of an ordinary house.

From there, they noticed there were lights on in the house, showing evidence that someone was still up. They were careful to stay hid in the shadows until they were absolutely sure no one could see them. The silence was proof enough that there was no danger. The two of them stepped up to the door. The stronger man knocked on the door with his knuckles. He then stopped for a short while and knocked again twice. That was the code he reminded. At the sound of footsteps coming from the inside, he felt a strange apprehension.

A middle-aged man opened the door, but his expression soon changed from a smile to a mix of worry and fear. What those two strangers were doing there at his door, using the code only known by his son and daughter, was unknown to him, but he felt they were no good news. The strongest man reminded him of someone he knew, but he could not recall who that could be.

- What can I do for you?

The man kept the door half open, trying to control the situation. He sensed that he was at a disadvantage, but he had to try and intimidate the visitors, who still stood somewhat in the shadow of the night.

- Can we come inside? It is important.

- No. You cannot, without telling me who you are and what you want.

 The younger man stepped forward, while the older man grabbed the door firmly, trying to close it, before he lost control, but his strength did not match that of the other one.

- Father?

The man's eyes widened. That was unexpected. He was absolutely sure he had no children that age. The younger man's eyes, however, when they were struck by the light from within the house, were as green as his son's, but he immediately refuted that common characteristic.

- My son is a lot younger than you and I'm pretty sure I've never had another one. I do not know who you are or what you want, but you will not get anything from me.

- I know it sounds unbelievable, but I can explain... Let us in, please. We are all in danger.

The older man’s face changed immediately to a very serious and hard expression. The younger man then tried his last attempt.

- I’m not trying to fool you. Look at this! Do you believe me now?

The man pulled the door open, carefully, so as to let the two visitors in. Until then, he'd hardly noticed the features of the little man, which he now watched, attentively. He was extremely pale, young and almost hairless. His head seemed to be disproportionately larger than those with whom he used to be. Her skin looked very thin. The green eyes also reminded him of someone, but he did not catch it at first. He was now busy examining that strange being whose anomaly he had already seen before in his own son.

- How could this be possible?

- We believe the answer is here at this time. That's why we need your help.

The three of them turned their attention to a spot in the shadows, behind the old man, from which the female voice was coming.

- Leona? What happened to you? You're so different...

- We are all, Father, but…

- You shouldn’t have come.

- And let you trigger a catastrophe? This untimely behavior of yours has already put us in a very big trouble... We have to interfere as little as possible with this time and place. Everything we do here, will surely have consequences in that world.

- What world? Can anyone explain this whole mess to me?

Before her brother began telling improper truths, Leona went forward. She would be more careful with the words and say only what would not change… much… the course of the events, but their father had to know what happened... or was going to happen... as a matter of fact… so he could help them.

The scientist listened quietly but not without showing how impressed he was. He would never imagine how important his research would become in the future. In his modesty and simplicity, behind all intelligence and brightness, he did not foresee that his work would bring so much benefit to mankind... or at least to a portion of it...

***

- Father, the chief scientist, who is a very experienced and competent man, could not find out what caused that anomaly in the clone. The concern is that it is serious and that will put a good part of those who are born at risk, as if it were an epidemic, difficult to control. Some element in the vaccine might have stopped working, or there was some mutation of a sort.

- I brought a sample of the new vaccine, which is under test, to be analyzed by you. How did you reverse the effect when it happened to me? There is no record about this in the known data.

- I know. I never left any of it written in the official records. I only made a few notes in my diary, which I kept out of sight for everyone. But I know what to do... I dealt with it not so long ago. But we're must first go to the University's laboratory, do some more tests. We have already eliminated the... err... I do not know if it will result in a clone, whose DNA may have already undergone many mutations, nor do I know what kind of reactions can still happen, but it’s worth a try.

Before they left, however, the man looked at the three visitors and, frowning, asked, with childlike ingenuity.

- What are clones for, anyway?

The three of them looked at the old scientist, as if he had said an obscenity. Leona laughed tenderly and said to him,

- I’ll try to explain on the way...

***

- What is it? It's so nice...

- It’s music. Let's go.

- Where is it coming from?

- Come on! Quickly! We do not have time for this.

The father, much more patient than his son, tried to explain, in a more or less coherent way:

- Music is the language though which the souls of men talk to those of the gods. It is capable to touch the most intangible living being. There are many different types and styles. This one that you hear is by a famous artist, who no longer walks on this Earth.

- No? Where does he walk on, now?

- He’s dead. His name was David Bowie. The music comes from the club bar ahead, but we should avoid going there. We cannot raise any suspicion and it’s too late in the evening already...

- By the way, we have to find a name for you. If someone stops us, for some reason, it will be the most convenient... and appropriate way. We should not take unnecessary risks.

- I am the Thirteenth.

- Yes. But that's not a decent name for this place. We have to choose another one; more common and suitable...

- Could it be David Bowie?

Leona chuckled loudly.

- It can be David. Forget the Bowie. It will raise more suspicion if it is used here.

***

The university campus was practically deserted when they arrived. There was a white van at the entrance, parked near the research area, where the lab was located. The letters N. M. E., painted in red, on the sides, did not raise suspicions, when the four characters descended the flight of stairs, which took them to their destination. As soon as the scientist took the key out of his pocket and turned the lock in the narrow metal door, a hiss was heard and a deep mark was engraved above his head, in the light gray hard metal. They threw themselves in, closing the door behind them so to gain some time and rushed to the Main Lab.

- Who are these? We are being attacked by fire guns. We have to get away and try to get back to the terminal. Let's all go. Run!

As they entered the lab, they dragged a large cabinet and blocked the door.

- We must use the emergency exit that is located at the opposite end of the laboratory. I'll show you the way. Now, hurry and keep on walking to the end of the hall and go through the door where it’s written "To the roof" and, instead of going up, go behind the stairs. There is another door there, at the bottom of the broom and cleaning cabinet, painted the same color as the walls, to make it difficult to find. I’ll have to go back and get my notes.

At that moment, they heard a loud blast. The front door had been broken into with explosives. The sounds of footsteps running down the hall, very close to them, made them panic and imagine a hurried escape plan.

- There is no time to go back. We have to get out of here as soon as possible. They are already coming after us...

- But it's extremely important... it's right in the desk drawer...

The younger man knew his father was right. It was extremely important to seek the information, to fulfill the purpose of that time travel or else it would have been useless. Without thinking much, he decided:

- I’ll go back. I'm faster and stronger. I can defend myself better, and besides, when we get back to the terminal, we will not be able all four to travel at the same time. The programming will be done for three, only...

- We can reprogram it.

- If we have time... Let’s hurry. I’ll come back. Don’t wait for me. Don’t worry, I'll find a way. If the portal is not open anymore, I’ll wait for a signal.

- We'll send one, as soon as we get there, programming the terminal for a passenger, only, so it closes as soon as you get in and we bring no more danger along with us to the future.

- OK. Now, let's move on. Time is short.

Leona felt a sting in her chest. Things had gotten out of hand. The whole operation had been too risky, and now they were struggling to stay alive. She had the lead and show the way, but they had to be fast and unsuspecting, until they reached the terminal.

Then they heard a series of gun shots. What an efficient and dangerous way to rush things...

O Décimo-Terceiro (Parte 3)

Era tarde da noite, no subúrbio da cidade. As silhuetas de duas pessoas, com aparências muito dissimilares, moviam-se em meio às sombras, por entre as ruelas e os becos. Algumas pessoas ainda caminhavam na rua, outras conversavam alegremente, dentro dos bares e restaurantes. Estava uma perfeita noite de Outono, sem ser fria e até bastante agradável. Ao homem mais forte, aquela temperatura era ideal, porém o seu companheiro estava desconfortável, sentindo seu corpo pálido e frágil tremer de frio.

- Vamos por ali. Não devemos estar longe, agora. Só espero não dar um susto demasiadamente grande ao velho.

O outro olhou para ele, sem perceber muito bem o que aquilo, realmente, significava e continuou seguindo ao seu lado, por trás de uma grande casa, que cobria um quarteirão inteiro, na parte mais afastada da vila. Atrás dela, havia um parque com brinquedos e, depois, um grande pátio.

Quando atravessavam uma área bastante arborizada, o movimento que fizeram para afastar os galhos das árvores provocou um efeito surpreendente em alguns dos moradores temporários do bosque. Um farfalhar colorido impressionou o clone, mas irritou o homem que o conduzia, por aqueles caminhos obscuros, na noite fresca de Outono.

- Oh! O que é isso?

- São borboletas. Monarcas, mais especificamente…

- Que interessante… São tão…

Faltaram-lhe palavras. Não conseguia, com seu pouco tempo de vida, dizer o que sentia, em relação à beleza, uma das poucas coisas que o impressionaram.

- … irritantes, quando voam assim à nossa volta. Não devemos fazer muitos movimentos, pois qualquer coisa pode levantar suspeitas e nos colocar em perigo. Temos que manter nossa presença a mais discreta possível.

O clone olhou o homem, que se irritava com tamanha beleza e não compreendeu a razão dele não apreciar aquele momento incomum. O rapaz puxou-o pelo braço, sussurrando, irritado.

- Vamos! Cada minuto que perdermos é precioso demais e vai-nos fazer falta. Ainda vais saber mais sobre as Monarcas, se tiveres tempo… Agora vamos!

Chegarem, finalmente, à entrada de um túnel, escondida na parte de baixo de um edifício. Dali, após passarem por outra série de túneis, emaranhados numa rede bastante intrincada, chegaram, finalmente, a um pequeno e velho galpão, construído nas traseiras de uma casa comum.

Uma luz acesa mostrava que havia alguém dentro da casa. Os dois tiveram o cuidado de manter-se nas sombras, até que tivessem certeza que ninguém os via. O silêncio deu-lhes a certeza que não havia perigo. Os dois avançaram e foram até a porta. O homem mais forte deu uma batida na porta, com os nós dos dedos. Depois, uma parada e, a seguir, duas outras batidas, seguidas de um curto espaço. Era o código que havia sido combinado. Ao ouvir o som de passos, no lado de dentro, ele sentiu uma apreensão esquisita.

Um homem de meia-idade abriu a porta, mas sua expressão logo mudou, para um misto de preocupação e medo. O que aqueles dois estranhos faziam ali à sua porta, usando o código combinado, era uma incógnita. O homem mais forte lembrava-lhe alguém conhecido, mas ele não conseguia saber quem.

- Em que posso ajudá-los?

O homem mantinha a porta meio aberta, tentando controlar a situação. Percebia que estava em desvantagem, mas tinha que tentar intimidar os visitantes, que mantinham-se, um pouco, à sombra da noite.

- Podemos entrar? É importante.

- Não. Não podem, sem dizer-me quem são e o que querem.

 O rapaz avançou um passo e o homem agarrou a porta, tentado fechá-la, antes que perdesse o controlo, mas sua força nem se comparava à daquele jovem.

- Pai?

O homem arregalou os olhos. Não contava com aquela. Ele não tinha nenhum filho daquela idade, com certeza absoluta. Os olhos do rapaz, porém, quando foram atingidos pela luz de dentro da casa, mostraram-se tão verdes quanto os do filho, mas ele refutou aquela característica comum, de imediato.

- Meu filho é mais jovem e eu tenho certeza absoluta que nunca tive outro. Não sei quem tu és e nem o que tu queres, mas não vais conseguir nada comigo.

- Eu sei que parece inacreditável, mas se eu puder explicar… Deixa-nos entrar, por favor. Todos nós corremos perigo.

O homem ficou muito sério. O rapaz tentou uma última cartada.

- Olha isso! Acreditas em mim, agora?

O homem puxou a porta, abrindo-a com cuidado, de modo a deixar os dois visitantes entrarem. Até então, mal havia notado as características do homenzinho, que ele agora observava, com cuidado. Ele era extremamente pálido, jovem, muito longilíneo e parecia ter a cabeça desproporcionalmente maior do que aqueles com quem ele costumava estar. Sua pele parecia muito fina. Os olhos verdes faziam-no lembrar de alguém, mas ele não percebeu bem, no início. Estava, agora, mais ocupado em poder examinar a anomalia que o outro mostrou naquele ser estranho e que ele já havia visto antes, em seu próprio filho.

- Como isso pode ser possível?

- Eu acredito que a resposta esteja aqui, neste tempo. Por isso precisamos de sua ajuda.

Os três voltaram-se para um ponto na sombra, atrás do velho homem, de onde veio a voz feminina.

- Leona? O que aconteceu contigo? Estás tão diferente…

- Todos nós estamos, pai, mas…

- Tu não devias ter vindo.

- E deixar-te causar uma catástrofe? Este teu comportamento intempestivo já nos colocou em problemas… Nós temos que interferir o mínimo possível com este tempo e lugar. Tudo o que nós fizermos aqui, vai interferir naquele mundo, com toda certeza.

- Que mundo? Alguém pode explicar-me esta confusão toda?

Antes que o irmão começasse com verdades impróprias, Leona adiantou-se. Ela teve mais cuidado em usar as palavras e dizer apenas o que não fosse mudar, muito, o curso dos acontecimentos, mas o pai tinha que saber o que aconteceu… ou ia acontecer…

O cientista ouviu, calado, mas não sem deixar de impressionar-se.  Nunca iria imaginar quão importantes suas pesquisas se tornariam no futuro. Na sua modéstia e simplicidade, por trás de toda a genialidade, ele não anteviu que seu trabalho traria tanto benefício à humanidade… ou pelo menos à uma parcela dela…

***

- Pai, o chefe dos cientistas, que é um homem muito experiente e competente, não conseguiu descobrir o que causou aquela anomalia no clone. A preocupação é que ela seja grave e que coloque em risco uma boa parte dos que vierem a nascer, como se fosse uma epidemia, difícil de controlar. Algum elemento na vacina deixou de fazer efeito, ou houve uma mutação qualquer.

- Eu trouxe uma amostra da nova vacina, que está em teste, para analisar. Quando aconteceu comigo, como foi que o pai reverteu o efeito? Não foi encontrada nenhuma anotação sobre isso nos dados de registos existentes no futuro.

- Eu sei. Eu nunca deixei nada disso escrito nos registos oficiais. Fiz apenas umas poucas anotações no meu diário, que mantenho longe das vistas de todos. Mas eu sei o que fazer… Não faz tanto tempo assim que eu lidei com isso. Mas vamos ter que ir ao laboratório da Universidade, fazer uns testes. Nós já havíamos eliminado a… err… Não sei se vai resultar com um clone, cujo ADN já deve ter sofrido muitas mutações, nem sei que tipos de reações podem ocorrer, mas temos que tentar.

Antes de saírem, porém, o homem olhou os três visitantes e, franzindo o cenho, perguntou, com ingenuidade de criança.

- Para que são criados os clones, afinal?

Os três olharam para o velho cientista, como se ele tivesse dito um impropério. Leona riu, com ternura e disse-lhe:

- Eu tento explicar a caminho…

***

- O que é isso? É tão agradável…

- É música. Vamos.

- De onde vem?

- Ora, vamos! Depressa! Não temos tempo para isso.

O pai, bem mais paciente que o filho, tentou explicar de uma maneira mais ou menos coerente:

- A música é a linguagem com a qual as almas dos homens conversam com as dos deuses. Ela é capaz de tocar o mais intangível ser. Existem muitas formas e muitos estilos diferentes. Essa, que tu ouves, é de um artista famoso, que já não caminha nesta terra.

- Não? Onde ele caminha, agora?

- Está morto. Chamava-se David Bowie. Vem do bar do clube ali na frente, mas devemos evitar passar por lá. Não podemos levantar suspeitas…

- Temos que arranjar um nome para ti. Se alguém nos abordar, será a maneira mais conveniente… e apropriada. Não devemos correr riscos desnecessários.

- Eu sou o Décimo-Terceiro.

- Mas isso não é um nome decente, para este lugar. Temos que arranjar outro; mais comum e adequado…

- Pode ser David Bowie?

Leona riu alto.

- Pode ser David. Esquece o Bowie. Vai levantar mais suspeitas, se for usado aqui.

***

O campus da universidade estava praticamente deserto, quando eles chegaram. Havia, na entrada, uma carrinha branca, parada, próximo à área de pesquisa, onde o laboratório ficava localizado. As letras N. M. E., pintadas em vermelho, nas laterais, não levantaram suspeitas, quando os quatro personagens desceram o lance de escadas, que os levava ao seu destino. Assim que o cientista tirou a chave do bolso e girou na fechadura da estreita porta metálica, ouviu-se um silvo e uma marca profunda ficou gravada acima de sua cabeça, no duro metal, pintado de cinza claro. Eles se jogaram para dentro, fechando a porta, em seguida, para ganhar tempo, e foram, correndo, para o Laboratório Principal.

- Quem são esses? Estamos a ser atacados por armas de fogo. Temos que fugir e tentar chegar de volta ao terminal. Vamos todos. Corram!

Ao entrar no laboratório, apressaram-se a arrastar um grande armário e bloquear a porta.

- Temos que usar a saída de emergência, que fica no fundo do laboratório. Vou mostrar-lhes o caminho. Vocês apressem-se, depois que passarem e vão em frente, até o fim do corredor. Entrem pela porta onde está escrito “Para o telhado” e, ao invés de subir, passem por baixo das escadas. Há uma outra porta lá, no fundo do depósito de vassouras e materiais de limpeza, pintada da mesma cor das paredes, para dificultar ser encontrada. Eu tenho que pegar minhas anotações.

Naquele momento ouviram um grande estrondo. A porta da frente havia sido arrombada com explosivos. Os sons de passos, a correrem pelo corredor, muito próximo deles, fê-los entrar em pânico e imaginarem um apressado plano de fuga.

- Não há tempo para voltar. Temos que sair daqui, o quanto antes. Eles já estão vindo atrás de nós…

- Mas é extremamente importante… está mesmo na gaveta da escrivaninha…

O rapaz sabia que o pai tinha razão. Era extremamente importante buscar as informações, para cumprir o objetivo da viagem no tempo, que acabaram por fazer. Sem pensar muito, ele dispôs:

- Eu volto. Sou mais rápido e mais forte. Posso defender-me melhor e, além do mais, quando chegarmos ao terminal, não podemos voltar os quatro, ao mesmo tempo. A programação estará feita para três, somente…

- Nós podemos mudar a programação.

- Se tivermos tempo… Melhor nos apressarmos. Eu saio e, depois, volto pela frente. Não esperem por mim. Deixem, que eu dou um jeito. Se o portal não estiver aberto, eu espero por um sinal.

- Nós mandamos um, assim que chegarmos, programando o terminal para um passageiro, somente… Assim, ele fecha quando tu passares e não trazemos mais perigo junto connosco.

- OK. Agora, vamo-nos separar.

Leona sentiu um aperto no peito. As coisas haviam saído fora do controlo. Toda a operação ficara arriscada demais e, agora, lutavam por manter-se vivos. Eles tinham a dianteira e sabiam o caminho, mas tinham que ser rápidos e insuspeitos, até atingir o terminal.

Ouviram uma série de tiros. Que forma mais eficiente e perigosa de apressar as coisas e os passos…

The Thirteenth (Part 2)

Leona walked down to the end of the long corridor and carefully opened the door. The man who was there was busy with the archiving of the latest DNA analysis processes. It had been a long time since anyone, apart from him and the lab chief, had come in that part of the building. The man raised his head and met the familiar smiling face of the exquisite looking woman, his sister. He spoke in the official language of that world, to the Anno Domini of 4697.

- Well, well. What are you doing here, in this place so little treaded on by the people of the warmer areas? It must be a very serious thing, to have taken you out of the comfort of your life and come on such an unusual journey.

- Don’t be ironic. Things are not as they used to be. We've had a lot of changes since you were gotten out of there. You should be grateful to have your life saved.

- I've never asked for anything. It was better if I was left to die...

Leona pretended not to hear that last comment and ignored her brother's irony.

- I need your help. This is really serious.

- I understand it must be. But I do not know if I'm willing to get involved in your problems. Don’t count on me or my help...

- In the name of our father...

- Don’t talk about our father. He died because of you. What I´ve been through was also because of you. And being here, in this meaningless life, is also your fault, so don’t involve our father's name in this and do not you ever ask for anything in his name. You have no right to do so.

- We've talked about this already. I know the impression I left was that I went away, when I was most helpful to our father, but that was not what really happened...

- I don’t want to know. You can go back to the place you came from, as there is nothing remaining in me that could be considered as empathy or solidarity... neither with you nor with anyone else. Go away from here.

- I cannot leave without telling you what's going on.

- Damn, woman! Haven’t I told you I don’t want to hear it. Go away. I went through hard times to save you and what did I get out of it? Exile and contempt! Do you think I have any reason to help you?

- Save me, killing the man I loved? Is that your idea of ​​salvation?

- It was the only way to save you from that spell, for a man so very different from us: a freak! I don’t regret what I did and would do it again if necessary...

The woman turned pale and dryly swallowed her disappointment and anguish. She turned around to leave the room, but stopped at the door and said, low, almost as if to justify herself.

- He has the same reaction you did when our father started testing the first vaccines on us... I thought you could be sympathetic to it, so we could solve the case, but I was mistaken... for a change...

She left without looking back. The man stared at the emptiness, thinking of a time that existed in his past and in another era, in another place and in another circumstance.

He got up slowly and went through the corridor in the direction of the main lab. His sister was no longer in sight.

***

- You should have known better. What were you expecting him to do?

- I hoped he could at least hear me or help us sort this out…

- It's not his function to help or solve any problem. He's fine where he is. He has learned other things besides his work. We must deal with it, without his or anyone else's help...

- I know that, now. It was a stupid mistake...

- Maybe not. It was just naivety or, perhaps, the deceiving hope to solve things in an unreasonable way. This romanticism no longer fits in this age and in this place... We have more urgent things to solve.

The woman lowered her head. She recognized that she was being impractical. She also admitted that she was behaving like a romantic and inadequate scientist. She thought about how she ended up in that place and the most important person in her life, as well as her father and brother. She was about to collapse in tears, but she had to be strong for her own sake.

The little man pretended not to notice that Leona was struggling to fight her own ghosts. She was now a very different woman from the one who had come to that place a long time ago.

She took a deep breath and decided to leave the matter with who could deal with. It was time to go back to her place. She entered the transport terminal and waited for the portal to open. She still took one last look at the chief scientist, who was seriously looking where he was dematerializing.

She did not realize that the door to the laboratory was open at that very moment, and that a man, very different from the one she had been talking to, was coming into the room.

***

Leona arrived at the Stellar Station a few seconds after leaving the Glacial. She was serious and tired. The conversation had been nothing like what she had thought and planned to be and she felt cheated by her own naivety.

After a few minutes, she would contact the two scientists to report on what she had accomplished as a result of her journey.

The two arrived in a few minutes. They were anxious to know what was new about the conversation with the chief scientist, but they did not expect that they would have to wait until the report was sent from the Glacial Station. They had to control their apprehension, until they knew more. 

Leona did not tell them everything she did or how badly the conversation with her brother ran. She decided that she had to keep that matter in the family, only. 

She knew, too, that the Supreme would want to talk to her... If she did not solve that matter soon, she would not be in peace... or sleep... 

At that right moment, however, she would not be able to talk to him, anyway. 

It was already late and she decided to wait until the next day. She would have to think about what she was going to say. In that case, maybe it was better to tell him the truth, anyway... just the part that mattered, obviously. She had already exposed herself too much and did not want to hear any reprimand about her attitude or her foolishness. 

Although the Supreme was not much given to lecturing because of his respect for her, just one of his glances at her would be enough to know that she had not been able to reach her brother’s heart, She would have to keep her cool in front of him, or else she would lose the opportunity for the other things as well. If he asked a lot of questions, she did not know if she was going to be able to keep the whole conversation she had at the Station as a secret. 

The woman with intense green eyes went to her room to try and rest. There was still a doubt in her mind that would not leave her mind at ease. 

How, after all that time, did such effect appear in a random clone that was created in the normal line? Where did that mutation come from, after so many generations have been produced? 

***

- I know it's not normal. Can it be reversed? Historically we know that it is possible.

- We know that it was possible in normal human beings. We do not know if we can do the same in clones.

- We are scientists. We must try our best. 

- We're already trying, Leona. I have already studied and developed a prototype and I have already tested it too. 

- And how did he respond? 

- I have not seen any reaction yet, but it's early still. We both know the cure was not immediate in the pure human organism... 

- My brother... 

- Yes. He is helping me with that. We've been working together since that day that you came in to the Glacial Station. The prototype of the new vaccine was crafted from his blood and DNA... At least we know it worked with him in the past. If we are lucky, his blood already has natural antibodies, designed to correct the effect of a future occurrence. But the bad news is that we've already had another reported occurrence from the laboratory: another clone with the same reaction... We must rush the solution, or else... 

Leona stood there, looking very serious at the lab chief. The last comment had not been not retained in her perception. She was more concerned about the information about her brother. She had no idea that, after all, her conversation with him had somehow worked. She, who had left the Station with the feeling of powerlessness, was now feeling unfair. 

She needed to speak to her brother and tell him that she was grateful. She felt she should have been more patient, more confident, and perhaps more fair-minded. There was still something good, maybe a remnant of their father's inheritance, in him, after all. 

She left the lab and went into the room down the hall. She was happy. She had not felt like that for a long time. She opened the door with energy and entered the room with a broad grin spsrkling on her face. 

The emptiness of the room took her by surprise. Where could he be? The chief said he would be in the room, working with the research files and the clone blood tests. But he was not. 

She hurried back to the main lab to speak to the chief, but in the middle of the corridor she found the man, who had a desperate look on his face. He seemed to be bewildered and extremely worried. 

- The Thirteenth clone and the new vaccines are gone... 

- As is my brother, too... 

They looked at each other. They did not need much to figure out what had happened. 

- What shall we do now? 

- We need to check the settings of the transport terminal. They must have gone there, since other routes would be easily detectable.... 

The two entered the teleportation room and immediately realized that the terminal memory data had been erased, probably on purpose. The programming was not available. 

To have access to the data, they would have to make a formal request to the Central, but that would entail a series of questions, generating special security procedures. Leona looked at the head of the laboratory and decided.

- We must know where they've gone to. No matter what that might entail. 

The man, though very worried, acceded. It was the best thing to do.

- I'm going to speak to the Supreme. He should know the truth.

- This will put us all in a big problem. You know that. 

- Yes. I do know it. But we ought to do what is right. In fact, it was a mistake not to have done it from the beginning. I will deal with the consequences if it is necessary... 

*** 

The Supreme has given orders to check the database immediately after being told by Leona about what had happened. He was annoyed and disappointed by the attitude she and the scientists took, but now he had to be practical and act quickly. 

When the report was delivered to him, he looked up, with obvious concern emblazoned on his serious face which had been almost always devoid of emotions. His face was less pale than usual. 

- They went back to the past. This is very serious! 

- But everyone knows this is not allowed! The consequences can be terrible and irreversible... 

- And since when does your brother care about what is right or wrong? Look at this date. Does it say anything? 

Leona looked at the man with a worried expression and did not know what to say. The Supreme was right. This was serious enough, and it was bound to have dangerous consequences. One way or another, she felt responsible for what had happened. She had to sort the situation out urgently.

- I must go after them and try to prevent a catastrophe from happening because of this inconsequential attitude. 

- I cannot allow it! No way. 

- I feel responsible for what happened. I must try, at least. It's our only chance. If we send another person, he will defend himself and become unpredictable and dangerous. I can at least try to control the situation before he makes another big mistake. 

- He's always been unpredictable, but maybe you're right. Let's schedule your trip in the most appropriate way, but you will not have much time to remedy this situation. Any minute you're in the past will be extremely dangerous for the future. 

- I know. And I'm prepared for that. We better get to the transport terminal now.