Flu Project: serial novel by Martin Cid
Budapest. About 3 months before
The bar was plenty of people and she was late. When he asked for her, he received a mysterious answer:
‘You will recognize her. There’s just one like her. Just look at her lips.’
Everybody was smoking in Budapest. Buddha was the ancient zone, maybe the most beautiful, maybe the best… but she preferred the new one, Pest, the commercial zone for tourists… but when you are in the city you just see and old city plenty of History and sense, a real piece of culture.
‘I hope you were late,’ she interrupted. When he looked at her, he was prettified: she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. With European habits, she kissed him and she sat down. Without asking for permission, she lighted one long cigarette. ‘I really like this place. Have you ever been in Budapest? You can buy a liver in the morning and you can lose yours at night. Funny, isn’t it?’ Have you ever been with a girl who attracted all sights? He was something between annoyed and flattered. She asked for a wine.
‘When we talked by phone, you mentioned something about one project. I can be interested.’
‘Flu Project,’ she answered while she elegantly drank the wine. ‘With the Flu Project, control over people will reach levels you have never imagined. What do you think about destiny? People lose all their lives thinking about future, about who they are… What do you think if we can offer them the happiness?’
He took the coffee. What the hell she was talking about? He had found crazy women everywhere, but crazy women didn’t use to be so cute. She took some papers from her briefcase and she offered him.
‘This can convince you… or you can continue thinking I am crazy.’ After that, she winked at him and she stood up. ‘I will call you.’
Lorraine left the bar through the attentive sights.
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