<div dir="ltr"><div>ecco il pezzo!</div><div>grazie davvero tanto a Vanessa che lha riguardato e sistemato.</div><div>spero che vi piaccia! buona lettura</div><div><br></div><div>SiBi<br></div><div><br></div><div>
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(SiBi)</span></b></p>

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</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><b><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Base Stellare K-4 “Empireo”</span></b></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><b><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Ponte 27 - Laboratori
Scientifici ad accesso ristretto: materiali pericolosi</span></b></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><b><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">21 novembre 2399 - ore 09.10</span></b></p><span class="gmail-im">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Una camera stagna stava al
centro della stanza. </span></p>

</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Dietro l’alluminio trasparente e
campi di forza protettivi si trovava una delle scatole disperdi polvere
miceliale.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Il Consiglio dei Nove era stato
informato della pericolosità di quella capillare distribuzione quasi casuale di
casse ovunque fra depositi, magazzini ed uffici della Flotta Stellare: una
potenziale rete di microspie non rilevabili attraverso le consuete strumentazioni
di bonifica. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Tramite una serie di escamotage
messi in atto dalla Contrammiraglia Tellarite Frashlar, in quei mesi, le
collocazioni più rischiose erano state rimosse.. un trasferimento d’ufficio
qui, una ristrutturazione là.. le motivazioni erano le più disparate, ma decisamente
realistiche ed a prova di controllo eventuale da parte di qualche accolito di
Jak’Al.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">La rete miceliare artificiale messa
in atto dal criminale era ancora in piedi, ma era stata in tal modo
depotenziata e l’ordine dato ad Empireo era di capirne di più su quella
tecnologia, prima di procedere alla distruzione completa di tutte le casse
rinvenute.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Si trattava di una disposizione
sensata ed opportuna dal lato pratico e che aveva accolto l’approvazione più o
meno espressa da parte di molti, in primis il Comandante Moses, ma che aveva
fatto storcere il naso soprattutto a Wood ed alla sezione scientifica.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Che vantaggio poteva esserci nel
distruggere le decine e decine di scatole che avevano recuperato quando
potevano essercene in giro ancora centinaia di cui nessuno sarebbe mai stato a
conoscenza?</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Ne aveva parlato col Capitano;
come per Moses, anche ad Hazyel quella rete miceliare artificiale non andava
per niente a genio.. sapeva che setacciare l’intera Federazione era un’impresa
impossibile e, comunque, anche aver bonificato una zona, non avrebbe impedito
all’organizzazione di Jak’al di piazzare un’altra serie di casse col medesimo
scopo in un altro momento. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Avevano convenuto che era
necessario disattivare completamente la rete, possibilmente distruggendo in un
unico momento tutte le scatole ideate a quello scopo. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Certo Jak’al avrebbe potuto
proseguire nello studio e nell’evoluzione delle casse, come dimostrato con la
partita ritrovata alla Biosyn, ma non avrebbe più potuto ricreare ex novo una
rete spionistica usando gli stessi principi e presupposti come quella ideata ed,
ormai, scoperta. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Un fattore giocava a loro
favore, qualcosa che Wood aveva capito dopo aver studiato il materiale
secretato scoperto dal Guardiamarina Mouser: la rete miceliale era tutta
collegata, pertanto qualsiasi punto di uscita sarebbe stato anche un punto di
entrata per poterla navigare o mappare.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Con un po’ di fortuna,
presumendo che ad una delle uscite ci fosse lo stesso Jak’al, sarebbero
riusciti a mettergli, una volta per tutte, le mani sopra. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Teoricamente, era un ottimo
piano ed aveva riscontrato l’avvallo anche di Moses con qualche brontolio.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Brontolii che erano diventati
mugugni, per poi salire di grado ed intensità col passare del tempo, l’assenza
di risultati ed il peggiorare dell’umore del Primo Ufficiale.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">In quei mesi, infatti, la
squadra di Wood stava conducendo decine di esperimenti, ma non aveva mai fatto
grossi progressi, se non quello di riuscire ad attivare parzialmente la rete
del micelio.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">L’entusiasmo di Alexander per
quel risultato gli si era consumato in gola per l’estremamente scarso arco
temporale di quel successo. Meno di un secondo. Troppo poco per cercare di
mappare la rete. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Ci avevano riprovato più volte,
ma invano e l’ufficiale scientifico non poteva più far finta di non sentire
quella vocina che gli bisbigliava all’orecchio che stava scadendo il tempo. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Dapprima era solo una sua
proiezione mentale, una sorta di preoccupazione di coscienza, poi era diventata
reale assumendo il timbro vocale del capo ingegnere; purtroppo negli
esperimenti fatti avevano bruciato tutte le scatole che avevano requisito e che
potevano essere usate senza destare sospetti: quella nella camera stagna era
l’ultima scatola che avevano.</span></p><span class="gmail-im">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Pronti a scaricare 50 mA nella
camera” disse Wood controllando sul monitor la reazione “ora!”</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">L’impulso elettrico attivò le
reazioni delle spore che cominciarono a brillare sempre più luminosamente.</span></p>

</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Reazione stabile.. forse riusciamo
ad entrare nella rete” annunciò Fox</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Sono pronto ad attivare i
dispositivi di navigazione bioneurale.. ok! Siamo dentro!!” esclamò
elettrizzato Alexander all’indirizzo del compagno</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Lucius non sollevò lo sguardo
dalla consolle e questo riportò a zero l’entusiasmo dell’ufficiale scientifico </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Dannazione non funziona! Sembra
impossibile trovare i percorsi sulla rete del micelio artificiale”</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Rilevo oscillazione di energia.
La soglia si sta chiudendo” riferì Olga Pavlov, la vice di Wood</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Dare altro impulso alla rete 50
mA. Subito!”</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Una seconda scarica attraversò
la rete, ma l’aumento di energia, oltre a rendere più luminose le spore,
cominciò a bruciarle. Wood realizzò, in un istante, che la loro ultima
occasione di penetrare il segreto delle spore stava svanendo e decise di
tentare il tutto per tutto.</span></p><span class="gmail-im">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Comandante, si sta bruciando!”
urlò Fox guardandolo in attesa di una sua decisione immediata</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Aumentare a 500 mA. Registrate
ogni singolo dato! Scaricare!”</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">La potente scarica attraversò la
scatola bruciando le spore e sparì nella rete miceliare. </span></p>

</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Dieci secondi dopo, la scatola,
che ormai si era fatta nera di bruciature, si dissolse in una nube di cenere.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif"> </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><b><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Base Stellare K-4 “Empireo”</span></b></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><b><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Ponte 10 - Centro di Controllo
Operazioni di Volo</span></b></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><b><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">23 novembre 2399 - ore 18.01</span></b></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Wood, Mendel e Prince stavano
lavorando alle diverse console, ma Alexander si sentiva un tantino a disagio. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Si considerava, senza dubbio, un
ufficiale brillante, molto al di sopra della media e la scienza era la sua
principale branca di interesse. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Diamine ci aveva dedicato tutta
la vita, ma fortunatamente aveva anche altri interessi e preoccupazioni: in
quel momento, infatti, tra le altre cose, stava pensando alla ciambella che
aveva nascosto nel cassetto del suo ufficio giusto in tempo per non essere
beccato da Elaina. L’aveva dovuta abbandonare e, oltre al timore di non vederla
più al rientro, gli era anche rimasta l’acquolina in bocca.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Inoltre, quando passava troppo
tempo da solo in compagnia di Sarah ed Atena, il suo amor proprio subiva dei
tentennamenti: entrambe potevano parlare per ore di questioni
tecniche-scientifiche senza sentirne la fatica, interagendo anche in binario
con Cippy. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Mentalmente non poteva evitare
un parallelismo fra lui ed Elga Pavlov, la sua vice: anche i loro dialoghi
scientifici erano interminabili, ma intervallati da continue punzecchiature. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Era il loro modo per affrontare
i problemi, senza farsi fagocitare dagli stessi. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Chiunque si trovasse a
parteciparvi, avrebbe anche potuto non capire nulla della questione scientifica
fine a sé stessa, così come delle loro elucubrazioni a riguardo, ma si sarebbe
goduto l’atmosfera di svago creativo che circondava tutti i loro ragionamenti
complessi.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Al contrario, sia Atena sia
Sarah erano in grado di estraniarsi completamente dal contesto inoltrandosi in
complicate riflessioni tecnologiche, di ingegno supportato da attenti studi
pregressi, da metodologie applicate ai processi scientifici e via dicendo. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">In quei mesi, infatti, Alexander
aveva scoperto che, dietro l’aspetto schivo, burbero e marziale, la Prince
poteva essere molto chiacchierona se gli argomenti erano di natura strettamente
tecnica e concernenti tutto ciò che in maniera diretta, indiretta o tangente
potesse riguardare la navigazione, in ogni sua possibile sfaccettatura. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Ben altra storia appena si
provava a cambiare argomento: l’aveva sentita parlare di cose esterne al lavoro
solo in presenza di Victoria e, anche in quei casi, non più di due frasi.</span></p><span class="gmail-im">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Tenente può correggere i
parametri gravitazionali di mezzo grado? Andoria non è ancora bene allineata al
modello” disse la Mendel controllando i dati sul suo monitor</span></p>

</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Eseguo. Allineamento ai
parametri del modello di conversione ultimato” rispose la Prince.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“E’ stato un lavoraccio
convertire tutti i punti di resistenza con stessa frequenza della scatola
rilevati nella scossa in un modello della nostra galassia, ma, se tutto va come
deve andare, dovremmo rilevare sui vari pianeti la presenza di queste maledette
scatole. Mi è dispiaciuto però bruciare la rete miceliare” tentò nuovamente
Alexander di attivare una conversazione più loquace</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Comandante sono spore
artificiali, per quanto danno può aver fatto con quella folgorazione non credo
che abbia inferto danni permanenti all’eventuale forma di vita alla base di
tutto ciò.. quello che possiamo identificare come il cosiddetto tardigrado di
Jak’Al sarà già in fase di guarigione, no?” rispose Sarah con un mezzo sorriso
riconoscendo lo sforzo dell’ufficiale scientifico</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Il vero lavoraccio è stato
triangolare la posizione nello spazio partendo da un solo punto conosciuto”
intervenne Atena con tono invariato, come se non si fosse per niente accorta
del tentativo complice dei due colleghi </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Beh direi che possiamo vedere
se abbiamo avuto successo. Attiviamo il modello” ordinò Wood alzando gli occhi
al cielo rassegnato</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif"> </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><b><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Base Stellare K-4 “Empireo”</span></b></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><b><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Ponte 4 - Sala Riunioni
Principale</span></b></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><b><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">23 novembre 2399 - ore 19.00</span></b></p><span class="gmail-im">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Tutti gli ufficiali superiori
stavano guardando il monitor alle spalle di Wood. </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">La mappa della galassia era
costellata di puntini rossi, alcuni molto vicini riuniti in cluster.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Quanto siete sicuri di questi
dati?”</span></p>

</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Beh.. c’è un discreto margine
di errore Capitano, ma è il massimo che abbiamo potuto fare e, sfortunatamente,
non disponiamo di altri dati”</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Mmmpf.. abbiamo lavorato con
molto meno di così, direi che è una buona base di partenza per mettere un po’
di sale sulla coda di Jak’Al”</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Comandante stiamo parlando di
oltre duecento sistemi stellari e almeno quindici con la presenza di più
scatole controllarli tutti sarà un incubo” intervenne la Tarev strabuzzando gli
occhi stupita</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Senza considerare che alcuni
potrebbero essere trappole. Non credo che uno furbo come Jak’Al non abbia
considerato la possibilità che la rete miceliare potesse essere usata per
rintracciarlo” aggiunse Terr pensieroso</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Mmmpf.. quei quindici
agglomerati potrebbero essere magazzini o punti nodali dei suoi sistemi di
distribuzione. Credo che il rischio valga la candela” ribadì Moses col busto in
avanti e i gomiti sul tavolo, una posa che dava l’impressione di uno scatto
imminente, scrutando con fare indagatore i due colleghi perplessi e strappando
un sorrisetto a Victoria.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">Prima che quest’ultima potesse
intervenire, lo fece il Capitano</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;text-align:justify;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;line-height:115%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Garamond,serif">“Concordo col Comandante Moses,
un’occhiata a questi cluster dobbiamo darla, anche solo per controllare che i
dati che abbiamo ricostruito siano corretti. Tenente Prince, prepari una rotta.
Tutti gli altri pronti sulla Raziel entro le 21.00. Andiamo a vedere se, per
una volta, siamo riusciti a prendere Jak’Al alla sprovvista”</span></p>

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