Название: The Writer
Автор: Danilo Clementoni
Издательство: Tektime S.r.l.s.
Жанр: Научная фантастика
isbn: 9788873047742
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"Calm down my friend. Whatâs done is done now. We canât do anything anymore. Instead, what we should do, is track down those two lowlifes and get back what they stole from us before they also discover its other functions."
"Why, what else does it do?" asked Elisa intrigued.
"Never mind for the time being. Itâs best you donât know."
"Blimey, so many secrets," replied the doctor a little upset.
"Certainly, if theyâve managed to find out how to activate the self-destruct, they might also discover the rest," said Azakis worried.
"But shouldnât you be thinking about a way to get back home first?" asked the Colonel. "This doesnât seem such an urgent matter to me."
"You're right Jack, but that thing, in the wrong hands, could be very dangerous."
"And those are definitely the wrong hands," added Elisa.
"There may just be a way," said Petri almost in a whisper.
"Well? Talk? Do I have to get down on my knees and beg you?" exclaimed Azakis annoyed.
"That device is equipped with a special power supply system. If we were still on the Theos I could make a device that would be able to identify the trail of emissions it leaves behind."
"And youâve only just remembered that?" Azakis was decidedly angry. "Couldn't you have done it as soon as we found out it had disappeared?"
"Iâm sorry but this search system only works if the object is in motion and weâd taken it for granted that youâd dropped it somewhere."
"Now calm down boys," said the Colonel, reinforcing his words with sweeping hand gestures. "Anyway, from what Iâve understood, you canât do anything without the Theos, right?"
"Well, perhaps I could organise something, all the same," said Petri scratching his head.
"Forgive the outburst, my friend," said the Captain contritely. "I know itâs not your fault. This really is a bad time for both of us." Then, laying a hand on his shoulder, he added, "See what you can do. I think itâs very important to retrieve that object as soon as possible."
"Don't worry Zak. Itâs not a problem. Iâll try to think of something, making do with the few things we have left."
"Only you can do that. Weâre in your hands."
"Iâm off,â and, without saying any more, the Expert left the laboratory tent leaving behind only a few small clouds of dust.
"Will he manage to do it?" asked Jack hesitantly.
âOf course. I donât have any doubts whatsoever. Petri has incredible skills. More than once Iâve seen him make things that not even a team of the best Craftsmen would have been able to do. Heâs an exceptional person. Iâm sorry I was a little too rude to him. Iâm incredibly fond of him and Iâd willingly give my life for him at any moment."
"Donât worry Zak," said Elisa in a very sweet little voice. "Heâs well aware of that. Itâs a difficult time, but weâll get through it without problems. I donât have any doubts whatsoever."
âThank you, Elisa. I really hope so with all my heart."
Pasadena, California â The hideout
As soon as he opened the door, the decidedly overweight man was hit by a pleasant blast of fresh air. The roomâs air conditioner, left running since the previous evening, had done an excellent job.
"Thatâs wonderful," he exclaimed. "I couldnât stand that suffocating heat any longer."
"Perhaps if you decided to go on a serious diet and got rid of all that fat youâre carrying around; the heat wouldnât bother you so much."
âWhy are you always so negative about my reserves?"
"Call them reserves. You could safely spend an entire month without eating," exclaimed the thin guy, breaking into a peal of laughter immediately afterwards.
"Iâll pretend not to have heard that."
The décor in the small apartment that the two were using as a base was decidedly spartan. In the main room there was only a simple, light-coloured wooden table with four chairs of the same colour and a heavy dark grey sofa with worn seats and armrests. In the corner near the French window that looked out onto a dismal inner courtyard, a brown plastic pot contained the remains of a small Washingtonia filifera that despite its great resistance to dry climates, had died several weeks earlier due to lack of water. The tiny bathroom also showed evident signs of neglect. Several tiles had fallen off and large dark spots on the discoloured ceiling were evidence of unrepaired water infiltration. Two shabby bedrooms, each with a single bed and a cheap bedside table, together with a kitchenette with a cabinet that was at least twenty years old, completed the furnishings of that anything but pleasant apartment.
"Well one thingâs sure, in terms of taste in the choice of our hideouts, you really are great, huh?" commented the tall skinny guy.
"Why? Whatâs wrong with this place?"
"Itâs a dump. Thatâs whatâs wrong. Here we are always talking about making loads of money but, in the end, we always end up in these damned dumps."
"Oh, you're always complaining," replied the big one. "Letâs try and clinch this deal then youâll see, weâll be able to settle down once and for all."
"If you say so.... Iâm not all that convinced really."
"Come on, pass me the laptop and Iâll show you something."
The thin guy pulled a black bag with a shoulder strap out from behind the sofa and took out a dark grey notebook. He looked at it for a moment then passed it to his crony who placed it on the table and turned it on. They both sat still for a while, looking at the screen as the system completed its start-up procedure until, at a certain point, the thin guy blurted out, "I canât stand these things any longer. I spend hours watching progress bars, hourglasses spinning, miscellaneous updates... Why canât they just make a computer that works like a television? Press the button and it turns on."
"Yeah, that really would be nice. Instead, what I hate most, is when youâve finished using it and want to turn it off to go home, it presents you with a nice little message that says "Do not turn computer off. Installing update 1 of 325..." and you have to wait half an hour while it does what it wants. I mean couldnât it just do its stupid updates earlier? Must it really wait for me to be ready to leave?"
"Huh, thatâs âITâ for you. The programmers who design these systems probably enjoy seeing us poor mortals as we become more and more irritated when faced with their âcreationsâ."
"Are you saying they do it on purpose?"
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