<div dir="ltr">Complimenti!<div>Mi è piaciuto parecchio :D</div></div><div class="gmail_extra"><br clear="all"><div><div class="gmail_signature" data-smartmail="gmail_signature">------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Ci sedemmo dalla parte del torto visto che tutti gli altri posti erano occupati. Bertolt Brecht<br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br></div></div>
<br><div class="gmail_quote">Il giorno 29 agosto 2017 16:03, Massimo Gallo <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:keranydd@gmail.com" target="_blank">keranydd@gmail.com</a>></span> ha scritto:<br><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex"><div dir="ltr"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-variant-caps:small-caps">Max: </span><span style="font-size:13.3333px">Rieccomi!</span><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-variant-caps:small-caps">Equipaggio: </span><span style="font-size:13.3333px">Fai pure con comodo tanto qui mica stiamo aspettando....</span><span style="font-size:13.3333px"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.3333px"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.3333px">Ok, da oggi torno ufficialmente attivo.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.3333px">Lungo periodo lavorativo che mi ha assorbito un pelo troppo e prima settimana di vacanza già conclusa.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.3333px">Il ritardo è dovuto anche al fatto che essendo una settimana itinerante in Scozia mi ritrovavo a scrivere col cellulare tra uno spostamento e l'altro.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.3333px">Oggi ho messo mano ad un pc e ho corretto gli strafalcioni che il correttore automatico mi aveva cambiato.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.3333px">Se mi sono perso qualcosa lo correggo in seconda stesura.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.3333px">Ho cercato di mettere altra carne al fuoco senza stravolgere gli ottimi lavori di Ilenia e Franco.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.3333px"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.3333px">Ciao</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.3333px"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.3333px">************</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-variant-caps:small-caps"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-variant-caps:small-caps">Nuwe Berria - Spolecnost Company (6° piano -
ufficio 03) - 28/07/2396, Ore 16:34</span><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><br></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Ferris leggeva
in modo compulsivo l'ennesima documentazione tecnica. Per sua comodità si stava
dondolando sulla sedia con i piedi appoggiati sulla scrivania.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Aveva chiesto
ai suoi assistenti di far portare nella sala riunioni i faldoni delle ultime
tre settimane.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr, seduta
dall'altra parte del tavolo, stava aprendo l'ultimo file scaricato dal server
principale della Spolecnost Company.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Stavano
confrontando le pratiche che erano state firmate da Bueller per l'approvazione
del progetto spaziale.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Ferris non
ricordava di averle mai approvate.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr all'inizio
non aveva minimamente considerato le rimostranze del giovane, catalogando il
tutto come l'ennesima prova della sua incapacità.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Poi aveva
notato la propria firma in calce alla pratica 497/23.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Poi alla
pratica 832/29, alla 120/17 e persino nel sottoparagrafo 34 della 567/38.
Nessuno di quei documenti era mai passato sulla sua scrivania.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Non è
possibile!”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L’improvviso
pugno sulla scrivania della donna aveva fatto perdere l’equilibrio a Bueller.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Ora era
coricato a terra coperto da fogli di syntelcarta.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Cosa non
dovrebbe essere possibile?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr cercò
affannosamente delle pratiche tra il disordine di Bueller.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Questa,
questa, questa e anche questa! Qui c’è la mia firma! Come diavolo fa ad esserci
la mia firma su questi documenti?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Bueller si
alzò faticosamente da terra e prese dal tavolo i fogli gettati alla rinfusa da
Xyr.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Come ha
scoperto che non sono passati dalla sua scrivania?"<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La giovane lo
guardò perplessa.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Bueller
sospirò.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Non mi
risponda.... Lei conosce a memoria tutte le proprie pratiche, vero?"<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr continuò a
mantenere il suo sguardo dubbioso nei confronti del collega.. <span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Bueller scosse
leggermente la testa.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Ovvio
che le conosce, magari conosce tutte le pratiche dell'azienda!"<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Lo sguardo
della ragazza si spostò leggermente verso una sfumatura di pena nei confronti
del giovane dirigente d'azienda.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Lei
no?"<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Bueller si
massaggiò lentamente una tempia.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Era certo di
aver già vissuto una situazione simile.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Ha fatto
caso che qui manca il progetto di un invertitore indispensabile per la
connessione di flusso? Mentre qui il materiale di contenimento non viene
nemmeno considerato? In questo documento invece il progetto di riorganizzazione
del personale non cita mai nemmeno una volta una cosa fondamentale...."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr lesse
curiosa il documento poi terminò la frase di Bueller.  <span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"....il
personale...."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">I ragazzi si
guardarono perplessi.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Lei ha
maturato studi classici, mentre io finanziari. Come facciamo a sapere queste
cose?"<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Non ne
ho idea, Xyr. Non ne ho idea."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La ragazza
guardò per un attimo fuori dalla parete a vetri che divideva la sala riunioni
dal corridoio principale.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Decine di
impiegati erano chini alle proprie postazioni, ma per un attimo le era sembrato
la stessero osservando.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Inquietante,
vero?"<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr si voltò
verso Bueller.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"É da
quando ci siamo seduti in questa sala che mi sento osservato. Ogni volta che
alzo lo sguardo però sono tutti chini sulle loro scrivanie. Guardi però fuori
dalla finestra. O meglio, guardi i nostri riflessi sulla finestra."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr si alzò e
si mise a pochi passi dalla parete trasparente. La sua figura snella veniva
riflessa dal vetro insieme a quella di Bueller. Non le sembrava ci fosse nulla
di strano.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Osservò
meglio.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il tavolo di
legno massiccio riempiva parte del riflesso, la porta della sala riunioni
irrompeva con il suo blu nel resto dell'immagine. Niente di strano.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Poi lo vide. O
meglio, li vide.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Decine di
sguardi la stavano osservando. Ogni impiegato stava guardando nella loro
direzione. Erano riflessi sulla finestra.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Si voltò di
colpo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Tutti erano
tornati a lavorare.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Guardò Bueller
e le venne in mente una cosa.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Oltre
alle donne che sembrano cadere ai suoi piedi ogni volta che lo desidera, ha mai
parlato con qualcuno qui dentro?"<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Ferris si fece
pensieroso massaggiandosi il mento.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">In effetti
stava cercando di ricordare l'ultima pausa passata a sorseggiare una bevanda
fresca alla sala break. O una qualsiasi pausa. Si ricordava sempre da solo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Di ogni
incontro amoroso ricordava tutto, il suo ufficio ne avrebbe avute di cose da
raccontare. Al di fuori di quello però.... il nulla.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Si era spesso
vantato con sé stesso di quanto fosse bravo con l'altro sesso. Ogni volta che
puntava una ragazza non passava più di un giorno che la povera preda finisse
tra le sue grinfie.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Tutte eccetto
Xyr. Eppure su di lei aveva fatto più di un pensiero.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">A pensarci
bene era tutto davvero troppo facile.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Questa mattina
si era svegliato con una gran voglia di una bistecca di Brug. La carne morbida
cotta con spezie vindoricane aveva stuzzicato il suo inconscio per ore, finché
non aveva scoperto che a pranzo in mensa oggi c'era proprio Brug alla
vindoricana.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Durante la
prima ora chiuso qui dentro aveva cominciato ad avere sete. Aveva pensato che
un cocktail a base di frutta sarebbe stato perfetto.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Senza neanche
rendersene conto si era ritrovato a versarsi un bicchiere di una bevanda a base
di frutta che aveva trovato in una caraffa sul tavolo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr prese
lentamente un piccolo coltello da dolce dal tavolino dei dessert che aveva
trovato a fondo sala.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La torta di
bacche di kijut era la sua preferita ed era una specialità quasi
introvabile.... Tranne in quella sala riunioni.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Un forte mal
di testa l'assalì e con esso una serie di immagini che aveva scordato.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Si scosse dal
leggero torpore e si osservò la mano.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Questa
mattina mi é successa un'altra cosa strana. L'avevo totalmente rimosso. Solo
ora riesco a ricordarmelo. Mi era caduta una bottiglia in cucina. Ricordo di
essermi chinata a raccogliere i pezzi di vetro e di essermi fatta un profondo
taglio alla mano."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Bueller si
avvicinò alla collega prendendole gentilmente la mano. Non notò nulla di
strano.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr lo osservò
e con un colpo veloce si pianto il coltello fino all'elsa in una spalla.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Bueller
sbiancò, ma Xyr lo fermò.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La ferita
cominciò a sanguinare e a sporcare il vestito proprio dove il coltello aveva
strappato la stoffa.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr continuò a
tenere Bueller lontano.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Qualche
secondo di immobilità che al ragazzo parvero secoli, poi piano piano il
coltello si mosse da solo e cadde fuori dalla spalla.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Dalla ferita
si cominciarono a vedere fuoriuscire piccole forme argentate.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Un minuscolo
sciame ricoprì il taglio e buona parte del vestito sporco e strappato.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">In qualche
secondo Bueller vide la ferita rimarginarsi, il sangue sparire come se pulito
via e persino la stoffa del vestito ricucirsi.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr barcollò
leggermente e Bueller l'afferrò prima che lei cadesse.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Cos'erano
quelle cose?"<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La ragazza
sorrise.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Non ho
idea, ma mi viene in mente un nome..."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Bueller
sostenne il suo sguardo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"...naniti."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr accennò ad
un sì con la testa.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Nessuno dei
due aveva la più pallida idea di cosa volesse dire quel nome, ma poter
condividere quella scoperta li stava tranquillizzando.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span> </span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Nuwe Berria -
Sterrevag Observatory (4° piano - ala est) - 28/07/2396, Ore: 17:56</span><span style="font-size:10pt;color:red;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><br></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Nel suo
ufficio Tucci cercava ormai da ore di ridefinire la massa del sole di Nuwe
Berria.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Era uno studio
semplice, ma dai suoi diari risultava lui avesse condotto quello studio ormai
dodici volte e con dodici risultati diversi.<br>
Era sicuro il calcolo numero tredici fosse quello buono.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L'immagine di
una busta con un messaggio comparve sul suo display.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Tucci la
ignorò. <span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Se la
deflessione della luce emessa dalla galassia sorgente per effetto della massa del
Sole posta tra la sorgente stessa e Nuwe Berria..."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Un'altra
piccola busta apparve sul display.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Tucci la
ignorò nuovamente.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Un'alternativa
potrebbe essere quella di misurare il moto di Nuwe Berria e di un altro pianeta
attorno al Sole sfruttando l'equilibrio tra la forza di gravitazione e la forza
centrifuga. Uguagliando le due forze la massa verrebbe calcolata di
conseguenza..."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Tre colpi alla
porta dell'ufficio.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Tucci li
ignorò.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Nell'equazione
la forza è direttamente proporzionale alla massa..."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Doohan aprì
titubante la porta, si avvicinò a Tucci e gli mise una mano sulla spalla.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Edison si
destò dal suo torpore e guardò curioso la presenza umana nel suo ufficio.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Ho
ricevuto un messaggio. Diceva solo di venire a dirti di persona che hai diverse
comunicazioni."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Comunicazioni?
Io? Ah è vero..."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Tucci aprì uno
dei messaggi. Erano copie di relazioni tecniche. Il mittente era Xyr, la donna
che era passata a parlare con lui oggi. Il secondo messaggio era invece di
Ferris Bueller che gli chiedeva di incontrarli stasera al Dunnerfort, un locale
vicino al centro città.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Doohan domandò
curioso circa il contenuto dei messaggi ma Tucci era già perso nello studio
delle relazioni appena inviategli.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Signor
Tucci? Mi sente?"<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Edison si alzò
distratto dalla sua sedia avviandosi verso l'uscita.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Il
Capitano e il Comandante ci aspettano fra un paio d'ore. Questi dati non hanno
senso..."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Doohan lo
guardò perplesso allontanarsi.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Chi?"<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span> </span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Nuwe Berria - Esi Bhe Della Hospital -
28/07/2396, Ore: 18:32</span><span style="color:red"><span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><br></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Chiuso
l'armadietto dei medicinali e verificato che le cartelle dei pazienti fossero
in ordine per domani, Melanne sorridente appese il suo camice, si mise la
giacca e si incamminò verso l'uscita dell'ospedale.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Un paio di
saluti l'accompagnarono nel percorso.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L'aria fresca
della città la colse piacevolmente di sorpresa. Si strinse meglio il colletto e
inspirò a pieni polmoni.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Solo facendo
un passo in strada si rese conto del viavai di quella città.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Melanne si
voltò verso la sua meta e fu quasi investita da un ragazzo in hoverboard.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il giovane dai
capelli neri e dallo sguardo profondo le fece un elegante cenno di scusa e ripartì. <span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Era tutto il
pomeriggio che vedeva giovani di quell'aspetto e non se ne capacitava.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Aveva un volto
in mente e sembrava lo rivedesse in ogni luogo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Pensierosa
riprese la sua passeggiata.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Infermiera...."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">A Melanne
sembrò di sentire una voce ma sicuramente si era sbagliata.  Aveva bisogno di un po' di riposo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Infermiera
sono qui."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La giovane si
voltò di colpo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La voce
proveniva dal vicolo che costeggiava l'ospedale.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Rodriguez
stava facendo dei gesti per richiamare la sua attenzione.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Melanne,
seppur titubante, si inoltrò nel vicolo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il viso di
Rodriguez sembrò quasi malato.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Paulo,
che ci fai qui? Hai la faccia strana."</span><br>
"<span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Dottoressa...
Avrei bisogno di una piccola mano. Le mie sono occupate al momento... a tenere
tutto dentro la mia pancia... e questo inestetico taglio da lama non
aiuta..."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Paulo crollò in terra esausto.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Melanne si rese immediatamente conto
della gravità della ferita. Un taglio a prima vista molto profondo incideva la
parete addominale di Rodriguez. L'eccesso di sangue che fuoriusciva non
permetteva a Melanne di valutare la reale gravità.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Paulo, resta con me, forza resta
con me. Hai fatto un ottimo lavoro. Continua a comprimere con le mani come hai
fatto finora. Parlami! Parlami! Cosa è successo?"<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Nel frattempo china a terra cominciò a
contattare l'Emergency team come era stata addestrata a fare.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Dottoressa.... Posso solo dirle
che certi miei amici non erano contenti come lei del mio lavoro. Non c'è più...
coff coff rispetto."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Sotto le mani di Rodriguez cominciarono
a fuoriuscire piccole macchie argentate.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span> </span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Nuwe Berria -
Alloggio Pilota Collaudatore Catalunya Jones - 28/07/2396, Ore 23:34</span><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"> <span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><br></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Luna russava sonoramente coricata a
pancia in giù sul suo letto.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Per terra erano accartocciate lattine di
qualche bevanda alcolica mentre sullo schermo al plasma le corse degli
eliveicoli stavano per finire.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Aveva l'abitudine di scommettere su
queste corse, ma il risultato era stato sempre lo stesso, quello di diminuire
il suo conto in banca.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Una figura snella stava raccogliendo
silenziosa parti di abito dal pavimento.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La zip si chiuse sul fianco dei
pantaloni di pelle e la maglietta scese dal collo a coprire il corpo affusolato
fino sui fianchi.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Le mani salirono a sistemarsi i lunghi
capelli rossi. Ne uscì una veloce treccia avvolta poi in uno chignon fermato da
un pettine.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Caytlin prese i suoi stivali in mano e
con tranquillità staccò dall'interno della tasca della giacca di Luna il suo
badge personale.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La Risiana poggiò il badge su un
dispositivo portatile che aveva preso dalla propria borsa. Una luce fioca le
illuminò il viso scansionandoglielo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Contemporaneamente lo strumento illuminò
il badge e l'immagine olografica di Catalunya Jones venne sostituita da quella
sorridente di una ragazza dai capelli rossi e dai lineamenti belli e delicati.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Caytlin mise via lo strumento, si mise
il badge al collo nascondendolo sotto la maglietta e si avvicinò alla donna
addormentata sul letto.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La guardò per qualche istante poi prese
dalla borsa un ipospray.  Si inginocchiò
vicino al letto stando molto attenta a non svegliarla. Sospirò una sola volta
poi poggiò lo spray sulla spalla di Luna e premette il pulsante di rilascio.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span> </span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Nuwe Berria -
Zona detentiva (ubicazione ignota) - 29/07/2396 - Ore 02:45<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><br>
</span><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il dolore risvegliò Rest dal suo
torpore. Una forte luce diretta sul suo viso gli impediva di vedere cosa stesse
succedendo attorno a lui.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Strette cinghie gli serravano i polsi
mentre intorno al suo capo era fissato qualcosa di acuminato che gli stava
trasmettendo forti scosse lungo tutta la colonna vertebrale.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Aveva fatto ricorso a diverse tecniche
di meditazione per rafforzare la sua resistenza.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Doveva essere pronto per qualsiasi
trattamento avesse subito.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Non poteva cedere e non lo avrebbe mai
fatto.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Un'ultima scossa, più forte delle
precedenti, lo costrinse a inarcare la schiena fino quasi sentire le ossa
scricchiolare. Per un attimo perse quasi i sensi.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Fu in quell'istante che un ronzio e una
luce intermittente cominciarono a martellargli i sensi.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La sua vita su Nuwe Berria gli scorse
metaforicamente avanti agli occhi.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Sua moglie, i suoi amici, la sua
carriera all'Università. Non voleva perderli, non li avrebbe mai persi.... non
avrebbe mai ceduto alla riprogrammazione.... non avrebbe mai....<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">*No! No! Questa non é la mia vita!
Questo non sono io! Non esiste nessuna moglie, nessuna Università. Io sono
Rest, figlio di Retok, la mia vita é sulla USS Hope! Io sono Rest! Io sono
Rest! Io sono R..."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span> </span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">USS Hope -
Plancia - 29/07/2396 - Ore 09:54</span><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span> </span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Strauss entrò sornione in plancia.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Bueller era seduto composto alla sua
postazione.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Nicholaus lo guardò intensamente.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr era in piedi vicino a Rodriguez e
insieme stavano amabilmente chiacchierando consultando delle carte stellari.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Guardò intensamente anche loro.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Basta dal canto suo osservò il gestore
del bar come in attesa di qualche domanda.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Domanda che non arrivò. Strauss si voltò
e rientrò nel turbolift.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span> </span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Nuwe Berria -
Zona detentiva (ubicazione ignota) - 29/07/2396 - Ore 11:03</span><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span> </span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Rest sentì pian piano il fastidioso
strisciare dei suoi stivali sul pavimento.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il fastidio man mano si trasferì ai suoi
piedi, alle caviglie e un po' alle ginocchia che sbattevano saltuariamente
sulla dura superficie.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Le spalle gli dolevano nella zona dove
due forti prese stavano stringendo per tenerlo sollevato.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Senza aprire gli occhi espanse i suoi
sensi. L'ambiente cominciò a materializzarsi intorno.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Odore pungente come di disinfettante...
lo stesso della zona intorno la sua cella.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Mormorio lontano... era solo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Forzò il ginocchio in terra dove la
superficie era liscia e leggermente scivolosa... vantaggio tattico.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Presa spalla destra. Fredda, rigida e
metallica... arto robotico, difficile ceda.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Presa spalla sinistra. Calda, non
stabile... arto organico, facile sopraffazione.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Calcolò velocemente alcune percentuali.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><i><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">*Soluzione 1: 34,7%  di riuscita.
Troppo rischioso e potenzialmente doloroso.*<span></span></span></i></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><i><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">*Soluzione 2: 67,9% di successo e due variabili sconosciute. Poco
controllo.</span></i><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">*<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La mente del vulcaniano accelleró i conti
e le ipotesi.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">*<i>Soluzione
34: 98% di successo. Danni fisici accettabili.*<span></span></i></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Rest piegò le ginocchia al petto in modo
improvviso poi piantò rapidamente i piedi in terra per darsi lo slancio per una
capriola.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L'inerzia dello slancio e la torsione lo
liberarono dalla presa che lo teneva sul lato di sinistra. Il destro come
previsto resistette e la spalla si lussò come calcolato. Rest cadde comunque in
piedi.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il danno collaterale non gli impedì di
pensare lucidamente e con un ulteriore sforzo si liberò anche dell'altra presa.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Rest osservò finalmente i suoi
avversari.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Di fronte aveva due versioni della
stessa persona, una completamente umana ma dall'aspetto malato e una le cui
braccia erano ricoperte di uno strato metallico.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Rest afferrò tra il collo e la spalla
l'umano che crollò a terra sotto la stretta vulcaniana.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Con la gamba destra colpi violentemente
l'altra figura al viso.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il secondo corpo cadde esanime.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Rest si guardò velocemente intorno e
corse nel corridoio.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Non poté chiamare il suo compagno per paura
di far scattare un allarme.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Guardò in diverse celle.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Alcune vuote altre con corpi
raggomitolati in terra.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Finalmente trovò quello che cercava.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il badge rubato di corsa aprì senza
sforzo la porta della cella.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Basta! Ci sono riuscito. Dobbiamo andarcene
di qui. Si appoggi a me."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Lon Basta si divincolo dalla presa.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il suo sguardo era vigile.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Fissò Rest per un attimo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">"Chi sei?"<span></span></span></p></div>
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