Frankfurt. G.A.P. laboratories
Dr Mirror took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t believe it, simply that.
‘Is this possible?’ Dr Mirror asked.
Lorraine surreptitiously slided her hand to Dr Mirror and proclaimed a tacit, accurate and proud ‘yes’. After a pause, she looked at him long and hard and he was annoyed with that daring girl, at least for the second she allowed him.
‘And why do you need me here? You have the pass to the concert, you have the trick. You don’t need me.’
‘Wait and look.’ Lorraine said.
Dr Mirror looked through the microscope and observed the terrible virus once again. Suddenly, the cells began to fall and, finally, they died suddenly.
‘We can create and activate the flu, even we can control it and stop the virus when we want, but we need the infected cells cannot survive without it. At this point we need your help: you will save the infected body. We will create the infection, you will destroy it. If you think about it, you will be saving the Humankind.’
That, of course, was Lorraine’s particular point of view. Dr Mirror thought about the prizes and the fame he had… smoke on an empty room. After he finished at the University, he continued studying: the post-grade and research after research and… smoke. One day, no special no different, he woke up and simply said: ‘I’m alone.’ Medicine promised him highest regards; it had done its duty…but after that, his career made him a lonely person… but not a not rich one.
‘I think this will be good for me, true?’ Lorraine smiled.
‘It will be very good for both parts. We always keep our words.’
A deal was done.
Alex apartment. Two months before Day I
When Alex woke up, that strange sensation was still with him. He forgot something and he could remember something too. What was the deal between the doctor and that blonde girl? The book talked just about money, he would do it just for money, maybe to be in the girl’s company more time.
He waited for a second and tried to feel his hands maybe for last time. Are they really my hands? Who are inside me? Since he read the book, something changed and he could remember the characters of the book maybe better than the people in his life. There was another problem with the note. There was nobody outside and whoever left the note hasn’t enough time to escape from the corridor. The telephone rang:
‘May I talk with doctor Mirror, please?’ the voice asked.
‘It’s me.’ Alex answered.
**Fake Game, serial novel by Martin Cid http://www.martincid.com