Internet blog. About 3.00 p.m. Eastern Time
My last post was a relative success. Not many visits, I know, but thanks to it I have received an e-mail from one fired man of G.A.P. I have promised him to keep is name hidden and to publish only some kind of information. He has promised me it’s the first of a e-mail series explaining me the project he was working for. He talks about the Flu Project like a remote virus, a complete system they can activate remotely wherever they want. The virus keeps latent in the body before they took the key. When ‘the doctor’ was hired, the problem was the short life of the virus. In this first mail, he talks me tens of times about this man called the ‘the doctor’. He took the control of the project and he received all founds he wanted. It was a millionaire project that would make the laboratories even more millionaires.
Later, about 4.50. p.m.
I found him. His name is John Mirror, a famous German doctor, winner of many prizes. In the official G.A.P. laboratories notes, he used to appear as J.M. or, sometimes, just like ‘the doctor’. I was unable to find anything more about ‘the doctor’ after Flu Project…
Wait, please, I’ve received the second email. We will keep in contact. I promise to inform you very soon.
Day VII. Somewhere in Manhattan
‘Where’s Jack?’ I suddenly ask. ‘I remember it. It’s a Labrador.. the dog… he was here the first day.’
‘Jack is playing outside, mister doctor. Would you like to meet him? I can bet he is waiting for us.’ Lorraine’s answer sounds strange. How can be a dog playing inside the traffic of a great city? He might be in a park, maybe playing with one of ‘the vampires’. Suddenly, I receive a flash image, a clear flash picture with Jack as a puppy, playing with Lorraine. Where is he?
‘Paris, John. We all were in
Paris.’ About 15 years before
We were all in… about 13 friends including me and François and, of course, Lorraine, the girl’s birthday… lots of drinks and many cigarettes, even one of Philip’s friends had a smoking pipe. We all liked its smell. We were as always, at the coffee-bar-pub with no name, where Joyce never was there. It’s time to open the gifts, it’s time to Lorraine: pencils and perfumes and a nice monkey puppet and even a plate pendant from her boyfriend François. I reserved the last turn. I went to the adjoining room to take my present. I tried to carry it in a box but I was unable to do it. Finally, I decided to give it.
‘A dog!’ She shouted. ‘It’s amazing, Alex. I was always like to have a dog! Look at his eyes. He is so, so beautiful…’ With the emotion, she was talking with tears in her eyes. The blonde Labrador began to kiss her with his tongue, looking nervous around her. ‘Alex, he is the best gift I’ve ever received.’
And then she kissed me.
**Fake Game. Serial novel by Martin Cid http://www.martincid.com