de Mihnea Avram<\/p>\n
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Capitolul 1<\/p>\n
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Dou\u0103 vr\u0103bii se certau de zor \u00een v\u00e2rful unui ulm b\u0103tr\u00e2n, pe c\u00e2nd soarele sc\u0103lda tot lumini\u0219ul \u00eentr-o lumin\u0103 at\u00e2t de aurie de parc\u0103 tot peisajul ar fi fost f\u0103cut de un maestru bijutier atotputernic. Iarba r\u0103sp\u00e2ndea un miros s\u0103lbatic, iar Mick medita f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 observe toate acestea. Ultimile s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni fuseser\u0103 cam dure cu el, iar singur\u0103tatea i se ad\u00e2ncea \u0219i mai mult. Parc\u0103 realitatea se deforma \u00een jurul s\u0103u \u0219i nu putea s\u0103 controleze fenomenul oric\u00e2t de mult ar \u00eencerca s\u0103 revin\u0103 \u00eenapoi \u00een via\u021ba real\u0103. Dar n-avea cum \u0219i nu era nimeni acolo, l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, care s\u0103-l ajute, s\u0103-i arate realul \u0219i pe unde s\u0103 mearg\u0103 ca s\u0103 readuc\u0103 totul acolo unde trebuie. Fusese \u00eentotdeauna un introvertit, oricine \u0219tia asta. De aceea cine \u00eel cuno\u0219tea \u0219i l-ar fi urm\u0103rit acum nu ar fi fost mirat c\u0103 Mick picase \u00eentr-o r\u00e2p\u0103 neuit\u00e2ndu-se pe unde mergea. C\u0103z\u0103tura nu fusese brutal\u0103, \u021bin\u00e2nd cont c\u0103 Mick a alunecat c\u00e2\u021biva metri buni p\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103. R\u0103nile minore \u00eei captar\u0103 aten\u021bia pu\u021bin timp, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd a v\u0103zut unde ajunsese. St\u0103tea \u00een fund pe o suprafa\u021b\u0103 metalic\u0103, \u00een ceva ce sem\u0103na cu o camer\u0103. Peste tot at\u00e2rnau cabluri \u0219i pe peretele din fund trona magnific un ecran imens, \u00eencadrat de ni\u0219te difuzoare. Mick se ridic\u0103 \u00een capul oaselor \u0219i \u0219chiop\u0103t\u00e2nd, se \u00eendrept\u0103 m\u00e2nat de curiozitate spre ecran. F\u0103r\u0103 nici un avertisment, ecranul se aprinse \u0219i afi\u0219\u0103 o fa\u021b\u0103 feminin\u0103 care spuse prin difuzoare \u201eSalut, Mick.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Capitolul 2<\/p>\n
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Fa\u021ba lui Mick se chinuia s\u0103 afi\u0219eze corect starea de perplexitate prin care el trecea. Era o combina\u021bie ciudat\u0103 \u00eentre moaca pe care o faci atunci c\u00e2nd \u00eencerci s\u0103 deschizi o sticl\u0103 de bere cu m\u00e2inile goale \u0219i mi\u0219carea spr\u00e2ncenelor c\u00e2nd culegi din po\u0219t\u0103 invita\u021bia la propria nunt\u0103. Figura vag feminizat\u0103 \u00eel \u021bintuia cu un sur\u00e2s discret din partea opus\u0103 a camerei, de parc\u0103 ar fi \u0219tiut vreun secret pe care Mick \u00eel avea ad\u00e2nc \u00eengropat \u00een mintea lui \u00eentortocheat\u0103. \u00cenc\u0103 nu se hot\u0103r\u00e2se care secret era, pentru c\u0103 avea at\u00e2t de multe.<\/p>\n
– E\u0219ti bine, Mick? spuse vocea electronic\u0103.<\/p>\n
– \u0102\u0103\u0103, da, b\u00e2igui Mick. Cine… sau mai degrab\u0103 ce e\u0219ti?<\/p>\n
– P\u0103i, p\u0103m\u00e2nteanule, sunt o entitate artificial\u0103 pozitronic\u0103. Dar presupun c\u0103 \u021bi-ai dat seama deja asta, datorit\u0103 faptului c\u0103 nu mai e nici o fiin\u021b\u0103 biologic\u0103 cu tine \u00een camer\u0103. N-ai de unde s\u0103 \u0219tii ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 pozitronic\u0103, pentru c\u0103 lumea voastr\u0103 n-a descoperit \u00eenc\u0103 aceast\u0103 tehnologie \u0219i se refer\u0103\u00a0 la creierul meu. Nu intru \u00een detalii tehnice, nu ai \u00een\u021belege. Dar spune-mi, de ce e\u0219ti aici?<\/p>\n
– A fost un accident… nu m-am uitat pe unde merg \u0219i… am c\u0103zut \u00een groapa aia mare, zise el \u0219i ar\u0103t\u00e2nd \u00eenspre tavan.<\/p>\n
– Foarte coincident. Exact c\u00e2nd aveam nevoie de ajutor, cineva cade \u00eentr-o groap\u0103 \u0219i apare, la momentul potrivit. Crezi \u00een destin, Mick? \u0219opti suav inteligen\u021ba artificial\u0103, flutur\u00e2ndu-\u0219i genele cibernetice.<\/p>\n
Mick c\u0103zu pe g\u00e2nduri. Nu se g\u00e2ndise vreodat\u0103 la ideea de destin, cel pu\u021bin nu serios. Avea at\u00e2tea \u00eentreb\u0103ri, cum ar fi de unde \u00eei \u0219tia numele, dar sunau ca o pierdere de timp. Robo\u021bii nu prea pierd timpul aiurea. Putea el s\u0103 presupun\u0103 ce g\u00e2nduri \u00ee\u0219i f\u0103ceau ad\u0103post prin termina\u021biile ei nervoase din cine \u0219tie ce metale gen platin\u0103 \u0219i iridiu? Sigur urm\u0103rea ceva, dar nu vroia s\u0103 se arunce \u00een specula\u021bii aiurite bazate pe o g\u00e2ndire biologic\u0103.<\/p>\n
– Nu prea cred \u00een destin, rosti Mick cu o mic\u0103 reticen\u021b\u0103, observat\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 de ochii artificiali. Adic\u0103, eu zic c\u0103 il facem noi, nimic nu e predeterminat.<\/p>\n
– Ah, am uitat c\u0103 voi p\u0103m\u00e2ntenii ave\u021bi dezvoltat sim\u021bul \u0103sta al liberului arbitru. \u00cemi pare r\u0103u s\u0103-\u021bi zic, dar Universul are un drum predestinat, \u00eenc\u0103 de la Big Bang. Nu e controlat de nimeni, dac\u0103 te g\u00e2nde\u0219ti la vreunul din zeii vo\u0219tri. Pur \u0219i simplu exist\u0103 ca urmare a legilor fizicii. Dar \u00eendeajuns cu asta, nu vreau s\u0103 te indispun. Este clar c\u0103 providen\u021ba cosmic\u0103 te-a adus aici cu un scop. Po\u021bi extrapola motivul, Mick?<\/p>\n
– \u0102\u0103\u0103\u0103, nu, nu \u0219tiu. Nu cred. Am ajuns aici pentru c\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam la singur\u0103tate \u0219i…<\/p>\n
– \u0218i tu care ziceai ca nu \u0219tii motivul. Te-ai g\u00e2ndit cumva c\u0103 e\u0219ti aici pentru ca eu s\u0103-\u021bi pun cap\u0103t singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii? Vezi, Mick, exist\u0103 destin p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103. Eram sigur\u0103 c\u0103 o s\u0103 vii, pentru c\u0103 \u0219i eu sunt singur\u0103. Zac aici de c\u00e2teva mii de ani, de c\u00e2nd nava mi s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it aici \u0219i am fost \u00eengropat\u0103 \u00een r\u00e2pa asta. Speram c\u0103 ziua asta va veni. \u0218i iat\u0103, nu m-am \u00een\u0219elat. Desigur, sunt foarte rare situa\u021biile \u00een care o inteligen\u021b\u0103 artificial\u0103 se \u00een\u0219al\u0103. Dar \u00eenainte de toate astea, las\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 am grij\u0103 de tine, pari r\u0103nit.<\/p>\n
– Astea? spuse Mick uit\u00e2ndu-se la r\u0103nile de pe m\u00e2ini. Astea sunt u\u0219oare, nu necesit\u0103 vreo aten\u021bie special\u0103.<\/p>\n
– Insist, amice, z\u00e2mbi iar fa\u021ba.<\/p>\n
O u\u0219a glis\u0103 ostentativ \u00een peretele din st\u00e2nga. Mick presupuse c\u0103 trebuia s\u0103 intre prin ea, ceea ce \u0219i f\u0103cuse. A doua camer\u0103 p\u0103rea un fel de laborator, cu un scaun ca de dentist tron\u00e2nd \u00een centrul ei. O bil\u0103 ciudat\u0103 at\u00e2rna de tavan \u0219i p\u0103rea f\u0103cut\u0103 din crom. Un alt ecran era prezent \u0219i aici, \u0219i vocea \u00eel pofti s\u0103 se a\u0219eze pentru c\u00e2teva momente pe scaun, p\u00e2n\u0103 va avea grij\u0103 de t\u0103ieturile sale. Mick nu sesiz\u0103 nici un pericol iminet, a\u0219a c\u0103 se conform\u0103. Nu \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103du seama din ce era f\u0103cut materialul ce acoperea piesa aceea ciudat\u0103 de mobilier, dar era ceva at\u00e2t de confortabil \u00eenc\u00e2t aproape adormi pe loc. Din sfer\u0103 ie\u0219i un membru metalic care-\u0219i \u00eendrept\u0103 termina\u021bia c\u0103tre bra\u021bul lui Mick. O pi\u0219c\u0103tur\u0103 \u0219i aceasta c\u0103zu \u00eentr-un somn f\u0103r\u0103 de vise.<\/p>\n
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Capitolul 3<\/p>\n
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Rece. Ceva era foarte rece. \u0218i era foarte frig, mai ales pentru perioada asta a anului. Memoria lui Mick \u00eei juca feste. Deschise ochii largi \u0219i se uit\u0103 \u00een jur. Realiz\u0103 cu stupefac\u021bie c\u0103 se afla \u00eentr-o cad\u0103 cu ghea\u021b\u0103. D\u0103du s\u0103 se ridice din ea, dar o durere \u00een\u021bep\u0103toare \u00eei cutremur\u0103 corpul din r\u0103d\u0103cini. O t\u0103ietur\u0103 z\u0103cea pe spatele s\u0103u, acolo unde se afl\u0103 rinichiul s\u0103u drept. Sau unde se afla.<\/p>\n
Mica nav\u0103 spa\u021bial\u0103 \u00een form\u0103 de con se deplasa iute \u00een spa\u021biul extrasolar, ad\u0103postind un creier pozitronic, iar \u00eentr-un mic recipient se afla un rinichi uman care filtra combustibilul. Con\u0219tiin\u021ba din creierul cu pricina era u\u0219urat\u0103. \u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it sc\u0103pase de pe planeta locuit\u0103 de maimu\u021bele alea ignorante.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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