The Writer. Danilo Clementoni

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      "Well, you're the expert," commented the thin guy. "For sure, they make us waste a lot of time, but we wouldn’t even be able to go to the loo without these gadgets now."

      "Let’s just leave it at that shall we, it’s better. Look instead at what I’ve discovered during my sleepless nights."

      The overweight man pulled a series of images up on the screen that he must have taken from some archive that wasn’t exactly public. He scrolled through a few then he said "Here we are. I think what you're seeing are a series of combinations of cuneiform characters, that are able to activate additional functions on this little device."

      "And where did you get those?" asked the thin guy in amazement.

      "If I were to tell you, then I’d have to kill you," answered the big guy with a very serious air.

      For a moment, the tall thin guy remained as if paralysed, then he realised that his crony had obviously made a wisecrack and, after clouting him, exclaimed "What an idiot. Come on, let me see this ineffable discovery."

      "Wait, first let me see what the nerd gave us," and he plugged the USB stick they’d extorted from the boy into the PC. He rapidly scanned through a series of files, occasionally opening one at random, until his attention fell on an image he’d already seen. "Look at this," he exclaimed.

      â€œWhat is it?”

      "It’s a character sequence I know."

      "I don’t understand."

      "You really are a dotard. This is the combination that activated the self-destruct command of the spacecraft and I’m sure I’ve already seen it in my personal research."

      To avoid being reproached again, the skinny guy just mumbled something.

      "Here it is," said the big guy again, showing the same series of images they had been looking at before, but highlighting one of them with the mouse. “It’s this one."

      "Yes, so what?"

      "So, if this sequence has already worked, then the others indicated here are probably also active."

      "Your reasoning makes sense."

      â€œHow about trying one?”

      "But won’t it be dangerous? I think we’ve already done enough damage."

      "You're just a coward," said the big guy. "In the worst-case scenario, we’ll simply blow up another one of their damn spacecrafts."

      "And what if we were to blow ourselves up instead? We don’t know anything about that thing."

      "Come on let’s try it," exclaimed the fat guy, with the expression of a little boy about to set off a firecracker under his grandfather’s deck chair while he’s happily sleeping.

      "You do it. I’m going to hide behind there."

      "You are brave, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll do it, you little sissy."

      Then, after waiting for his crony to go and hide in the adjacent bedroom, the big guy took a deep breath and using his thick index finger, traced the first sequence shown on the monitor onto the object’s surface. Immediately afterwards, he tossed the device onto the sofa and threw himself to the ground with his hands above his head. He waited several seconds without moving, but nothing happened. He stayed there a little longer lying on the floor and only after having definitively established that there didn’t appear to be any imminent danger, he lifted his head slightly. The remote control was still lying on the seat of the sofa and didn’t seem to be working.

      "So? What’s happened?" asked his crony, peeping cautiously around the semi-closed door.

      "Absolutely nothing."

      "Perhaps you made a mistake typing the sequence?"

      "I don’t think so. I think I did everything correctly," said the big guy as, very carefully, he stood up and approached the alien object again.

      "Go on, try again. I’ll stay here."

      â€œThanks for the help. What would I do without you?”

      This time, the fat guy decided he wouldn’t throw himself to the floor again and composed the sequence simply sitting on the chair. He repeated the operation several times, but there didn’t seem to be any reaction at all from the object.

      "Absolutely nothing," added the big guy.

      "Perhaps we’re destroying all their spacecraft," commented the tall thin guy as he peeped round the door again.

      â€œDon’t talk rubbish. The nerd said this thing only has a range of a few hundred thousand kilometres. Who knows where Nibiru has got to by now. Instead, I simply think this sequence isn’t operational."

      "So, let’s try another, no?"

      "Let’s try another? I’d say it’s only me doing all the ‘trying’."

      "Oh, don’t nit-pick. After all, who’s the more technologically-minded between the two of us?"

      "Okay, okay. I’ll try the second one now."

      The big guy spent the next ten minutes composing almost all the combinations that had been displayed on the computer screen, one after the other, but nothing strange happened.

      Meanwhile, as the situation seemed anything but dangerous, even his crony had joined him, and they were making conjectures and assumptions of all sorts together.

      "Perhaps the images are the wrong way around," said the thin one at a certain point.

      "No. The cuneiform characters on the remote control are in the same order as those on the screen."

      "Then your amazing ‘sources’ must have dried up."

      "That’s not possible. It has to work. I’m sure of that."

      "There’s only two left to try. If they don’t work either, we’ll throw this thing in the bin and go and have a nice cool drink."

      The big guy snorted and, without adding anything, composed the penultimate sequence, without much conviction. As soon as he’d touched the last symbol, he sensed a very slight shudder and an instant later, a sort of unnatural glow was released from the front of the device. There was a slight cracking noise and, a new, perfectly circular window, of about half a metre in diameter, opened up in the blank wall in front of them.

      "What the hell..." exclaimed the thin guy with his eyes wide-open.

      "For crying out loud..." added his friend equally amazed.

      With their legs still trembling with fright, they stood up and cautiously approached the hole in the wall. It was the taller one who, having stuck his head inside the opening, exclaimed "That’s incredible! The wall’s gone, and we’ve even made СКАЧАТЬ