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Chapter 29 - Important news

In a few minutes reached the flat, Lin HR, opened the door, shouting: - Warn Key coming soon! - AR
pressed a button on the wall and sent a voice message to Key, requesting him to hurry because Lin had just arrived in the grip of palpitations.
- Lin, while we wait, can you tell me you got? "
- No, wait it gets even
.- Key - Okay, Alright! But you know I can not stand to see you smile in my face and not know what you turn your head! -
- Patience ... - AR
turned without looking Lin, keeping your arms folded and puffing from time to time, until they reached Key .
- Here we go. Now we're all here. So what? - AR said, while placing each in a side of the table. At the center of three glasses and a bottle of Blue
Swordmaster - Toysh. S. Toysh. One of you has ever heard this name? -
Key HR and looked at each other and burst out laughing.
- Absolutely yes, Lin. You, Key? -
- Me too, obviously. AR, today we had proof that our dear Lin does not remember anything about the timing of
school .- - .- I agree
Lin planted on both eyes.
- Want to get it over and tell me who is?! -
- Stanislav Toysh is one of the founders of Upcity, Lin. When the survivors decided to build the last human city. Toysh took care of all technological systems. -
- Come on, the lesson continued as follows: Toysh took care of technological systems Upcity; Criarty deals with the organization of production; Miller, the architect designed the vertical structure of the city and Marson ran the division of powers .-
- In practice You should also know something about you, Lin. -
- All right! All right! As usual you are more intelligent all! Very good! Bearing in mind that I would only have to remember from this information makes my discovery even more advantageous. -
- What a discovery, Lin? -
- At this time the computer was Stanislav Toysh is my full, total possession! -
- You mean ... The Old -
- Yes, the old is none other than the computer with which Toysh designed the technological system of our city! -
Lin eyes shone with excitement.
When his PC had spoken identification code that had not been able to imagine the extraordinary material that had to hide in that memory. Here it is another sign. There he is!
In a way the other, although it was still dark, Lin would be able to exploit this dumb luck.
AR, in silence, eyes closed, both hands resting on the table, had remained motionless.
- Lin, we are very close to the goal. The old man is now even more tangible history .-
- Yes, AR, bonding, we were looking for, direct, without intermediate nodes, with our past. - Key
poured, casually, a glass of swordmaster, decided as she spoke: - AR, and I must find as much information as possible on our Toysh: projects in which he participated, that has brought innovations in the computer system. The more we understand its role, more able to exploit Lin the potential of the Elder, who will continue to study .-
- Good idea, Key. Tomorrow I will go on to the public. -
- Taking advantage of the favorable time of celebration of the week, I'm sure there will be more opportunities to obtain documents viewed. -
- Guys, it's decided then! - Even
AR and Lin poured himself a drink.
And having approached the glasses to toast their first step, drank heartily. Lin
wiped his mouth with his sleeve and, laughing, turned to AR - Ah! You! When will you know your friend? -
- Yes, AR, Lin is right. When? -
- Boys. Listen to me! -
- We are all ears! -
- Forget it! -
AR began to laugh, but Lin got up to go and uncombed hair, in a lull that preceded the others, numerous rounds of alcohol.

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Chapter 28 - Starting Line

In the room there was the usual silence disturbed only by the fan of the Old and from time to time you started.
The heat is a real nuisance for the poor processors once thought Lin, laughing.
had placed before him his two computers.
The past and present, now available to examine its gaze.
all so different.
Who knows when, for the first time, someone had thought about the possibility of a nearly total symbiosis between man and machines? A total immediacy? A progress that, after years and years of cooperation, he might make the computer's most trusted partner of man's natural response to the gestures of his hands, his voice natural response? Instead
had come to this ...
Lin scratched his head and swallowed yet another handful of cereal.
For the past few days, after the promise made to AR, Lin was dedicated to the development of ways and means to infiltrate the network security Upcity.
There must be a way to penetrate it and he would find, at any cost. For the moment
Lin preferred to concentrate on the ways of their actions rather than on content of their investigation, because when AR had assured that he would help him to discover the secret memoirs of the file, Lin was, yes, persuaded by the intuition of his hotly, but strong was the thrust of the maniacal and destructive curiosity, which when the soul against this technological system that had disappointed him too and that too much despised. How
had planned, was made necessary a new visit to the store and assessing the risks they ran, had assured to consider that the supervision of the French and his minions were strangely and significantly reduced despite the ugly face of She-eyelock ...
in the building, indeed, it was rumored imminent beginning of a major project for a system of geo-positioning, built on a revolutionary new idea Fabre.
"other shit to clean up the system security plan," said Lin. So
had intruded once again in the basement of the building HT.
Proud of himself, almost haughty, smoldering within him a strong perception that the purpose of his life had now become clear: to accelerate the downfall of an oppressive technological model, attacking his master, and every object that had recovered under (keyboards , battery chargers, power cables, very old manuals and system analysis and programming) was just a bonus to simplify the progress of his mission.
He had never felt so powerful and in control of his destiny.
smiled to himself, shaking his head.
Maybe he was exaggerating with the self-exaltation.
looked at the ceiling, chewing of continuous cereals.
And smiled again and found a tooth on the left slightly misaligned, which made her smile even more fascinating.
Yes, she was exaggerating.
At that moment, while his gaze to flow from one screen to another, Lin picks up the notification of his computer: "Identify device. 2050.09.30/S.Toysh.
He was astonished to at least half an hour, trying to figure out what was going on, until you consider the hypothesis that the Old be was identified by his laptop through a few e-label, one of those used a hundred years earlier, to simplify and update the data transmission in confined environments, using the frequencies of the wifi networks. But that name ...

S. Toysh.
He had already heard, I was pretty sure ... but he could not remember.
The past began to buzz loudly and Lin, excited, came in a hurry to house in search of Key HR or to ask if they had never heard of a certain S. Toysh.

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Chapter 27 - Night Shift

He spent a few hours since he was locked in his office ("I wish I could change color
furnishings, create a new image of comforting me, recover, retrieve ...")
Only a few hours.
yet felt strong the impression of a wait that had lasted for months. The expectation that someone, unknown and far away from him, finally reveal the next move, once and for all who decide their own fate, free forever from the paralysis of life, which had fallen, for years now.
But so long was that time of waiting for him to lose hope that someone other than himself could find an alternative route. Another. Again. Meanwhile
had come in, "her", Miss Hawk.
Here in front of his desk to ask again if they were finally got those ten minutes on their hands.
"Not yet, Miss Hawk. ... I'm not still waiting for Mr. Beatle to discuss an important issue."
"Okay, Fabre. I am sure will remember to call me as soon as free."
"Obviously, Miss Hawk. The sound strange, but I also have some interest in organizing to better our business together. ... And if it ever needs me again, use the intercom, thanks."
Every act of this woman had the power to dismiss and Fabre, with difficulty, refrained from expressing the obvious discomfort of his presence.
She bent her head slightly, unlined and had an artificial smile gone.
"My new secretary ... Bah ..."
they both knew what would be his role
... Just a question tormented him (and he wondered if he could pinch your temples even more trapped inside your head that doubt ): it was really the matter of She-eyelock the reason for this lack of confidence of the Government, suddenly became clear, so explicit as to place them between your feet a spy?
But it was not for that, or else, the unexpected presence of the Miss Hawk forced, after all these years, to review its strategy for survival Upcity.
nothing was served to target the most influential management positions in the palace HT preservation of that one track of himself that he had kept his name.
And nothing was served to leave his past in a dark corner.
She had left him to rot enough to hear only the smell.
"My name Fabre! Julien! "Wanted to scream Upcity and intercom on that stupid nosy. "I was Julien Fabre! I am Julien Fabre "
He wanted to take it all in one way or another.
He wanted to get away from that office and tell everything to that one person.
stories of those who first had to be French. What else there was out of that fucking dome. Tell her of Sophie. Tell her that he was capable of loving ...
account of that day.
Sophie, with her head resting on his bare chest, had whispered: "Forget the time, Julien, is the solution!"
And he had not understood. He did not understand anything, he mistakenly was limited to love it.
"Our love is timeless. Our love will live beyond this gray time, is not it? "
talk about his failure. Of that love died. Finished. Carried away by his vile hands.
tell this too and everything, everything he knew.
tell her secret of all the garbage that filled his head.
say, "Look, I'm tired of the silence, I'm tired of being alone! Play the things I was ... "
Fabre sprang up.
"No!"
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
could not miss her.
could not load one know that would kill her.
had to find a comfortable compromise, a clever alternative. Another. Again.
Only in this way ("Fabre, hush!") Mira could preserve the only living soul. Him did not care. Not anymore.
hid her eyes wet with heavy eyelids
"Miss Hawk, the meeting is postponed until tomorrow," the intercom announced, without leaving them time to reply.
So impatient, Fabre Beatle waiting for a meeting of paramount importance.