The wake-up alarm painfully scratches the entire inside of his head. Everything seemed like a living wound, ready to signal the presence of anything in a way that was hard to bear.
            The steps carried him to the sanitary group where he automatically put his biomis to get him out of his general ill condition, and he wore it while he did his own wake-up hygiene. Then he dressed and sat at the table to serve his breakfast.
            He felt a state of discomfort, a kind of premonition... What can be?!? Everything is unclear, no doubt... Goes to the zero pilot tests... It's all clear... Once he enters into the pilot's life, everything will go by itself. If he stands out will advance, if he is not noted he will reach offices or logistics. There are no variable elements that require him to determine the state it has. Then why?!?
            He instinctively opened the informational group and while eating, listening to the news of the moment, watching from time to time lost, neutral, almost without perceiving the images.
            The world-building, having fun, celebrating... Everything was going well, as usual... Activity recommendations, holidays, participation proposals... A lot of offers to live, to do something for your pleasure and tranquility... But his thoughts, his questions, were masters of almost every perception of the moment.
            Yes, he had chosen something else... He had chosen to get out of his normal life, until then, to start living his "stolen" life among orders and missions... But does it matter? He had chosen this way for a long time, and he once had wanted it with all his being. His perceptions at that time didn't seem to be really so erroneous...
            But now, this choice seems to don’t have the miracle since then, since the application for the test was filed... No, not from here is the source of the preconceptions... It cannot be from here...
            Pilot transport life accustomed him with some kind of total independence of what's going on outside of him. Not to be involved in any kind of decision, to do his job and done... To have no care whatsoever and others take care of him, on the cargo-carrying it, of his accommodation, of his meal...
            To be a kind of fear of losing the test? I felt it last night... And if I fail the test, what, I will be assigned to another service, to another occupation, according to the selections that will follow. The next repartition is anyway as military... My silence cannot be disturbed in any way... I don't think I'm wrong...
            As a military exactly that follows... So, more... A kind of continuity of his lack of worries with some surpluses related to the quick retirement, of somewhat higher income, depending on his involvement in risky activities...
            A community that cares for its comfort and always manages to handle it, to be seen as a kind of elite no matter what happens... It was going to be a special being actually nobody...The glory of a uniform, of status and then amplification of this status with a kind of propagandistic type reaction at the level of society... For the system to self-sustain... What else could it be?!?
            With certainty, this isn't the source of his anxiety, complete Dan his previous thoughts, concluding...
            Maybe everything is from the fact that last night I have ravaged a lot of shelves with memories. Why I have all these memories, why do all these correlations? Of all my spiritual preparation, it is certain that I am living a sort of "response" to the thoughts of others...
            He quickly remembers one of the famous "quotes": "One thought, of one person, is enough to trigger the initiations of the "response" reaction in the target of his thoughts, of his emissions. And from here, it can trigger a kind of avalanche of "response" through the situations and persons involved in that situation, to that determinant element of the status upon which the initiating thought was issued"...
            The past, I've determined that I'm no longer interested. I've done a lot of exercises of forgetting, of leaving, of reconciling. When I completed them, I felt that everything was stable, completed... But all the time I came to this conclusion: others think of me... But their thought cannot be in harmony with my status unless it's not the one that I think it is. The answer occurs due to the synchronization of vibration, perceived as a kind of verdict...
            "Can think of me anyone who wants it... I don't care!" he thought aggressively, perceiving the general state of confusion and a kind of increase in irritability. "I want my peace, and to enjoy my meal!", complete defensively his thought... I want to go to the zero pilot tests and to think only when it asks that... When I took care of my life, I screwed up in the brightest way...
            Ema, concludes when he perceives fragments of action correlated with her. Maybe she is?!? Questions that were born directly from interactions with her. I wonder what's being going on with her lately?!? Why is she still asking all of these questions, why is she drawing almost any discussion towards the conditions of living together? Lately, they almost quarreled anytime... Yes, it was fine, in a way, remembering the comfort of "bedtime atonements". But with the passage of time, he had lost the comfort that felled him at the beginning of their relationship...
            Ema had made him for a long time to live only the joy of reunion with her, forgotten in pleasures, forgotten into the comfort born of the way who loved Ema... He was accustomed to someone else taking care of him... He didn’t want long commitments to prove to be useless, to be a burden, to be quite incapable to sustain coherently something... That has been felt lately...
            And it wasn't Ema, who was pushing him, who was asking him expressly for something. It was too obvious that she was "head over heels in love"... It was obvious that she could able to bear a lot... Unbearable for him... Still, what's going on with Ema?!?
            Ohhh, what am I doing here?!? Continue with the last night's madness?!? I have to do something neutral! And he was focusing to be concentrating just on the news...
            Dumbbell, dizziness, too much movement... That was all he could perceive... Activating viewing of his general status... The biomis had done its job, but it took some time for normalization. The biom report calms him down, but not enough. There was still some confusion for a while.
            He protectively closed the informational group and continued to eat silently, thinking about the perceived agitation in the news, without being able to focus on something specific. He ends the meal... Order the service utilities to put everything in order, to complete the hygiene operations... Then set it all up for a long absence, slow, mechanical, and decided that it was the time to go to the testing center.
            Prior to his departure, he was a little leaned through the apartment, without a target, filled with confusing feelings, and finally, he took "goodbye" and went out into the bustle of life in the light of day... Painless, noisy, giving some sort of a predominant feeling of sorry about him comes out of his cocoon.
            "Hey, Dan, gather up!", thought to think something, to stabilize in some way the dizziness that still felt it strongly. Let's get a taxi! It's too far to get to the Center by walking around... But, maybe this walk would wake me up... No!
            And, already, he woke up entering into the conveyor cabin, ordering the destination...
            He felt quite irritated by the fact that the assault of thoughts continues... Something is wrong... I have determined that isn’t from me... He quickly recalled what he had thought... It wasn’t from him... It was from everything he left behind... It was from everything that came...
            He didn’t even think about the future. He had declared that everything is OK, that he gave up everything, that he only wanted tranquility... Perceiving the overall resetting status in which he lived for some time...
Corasdo had often touched him: "Dan, let's do something! All my resources are at your disposal... Nothing can stand in your way!"... Yes, for it does not count... His "inside" was everything... His sentimental failure, the fact that he didn’t find himself in what he was living brought him here...
            And the future what offered him?!? Silence, stability... Free time to solve what seemed unresolved didn’t have it, true... But it does matter? It was going to be a uniform and done! If it was a person, it mattered?!? He was to be deluded with the illusion of the parties, of the romantic adventures of the military... No responsibilities... He was going to have all the harshness of those who do nothing, of those who become decerebralized weapons of a system who reward the pleasure to be so...
            And if he fails, if he doesn’t agree to this status?!? He will see... It is a fact that he chose to go ahead on this road and until he is convinced how it is, he cannot have any opinion... Maybe there is a new direction of concentration that will make him forget about the "oldies"...
            And why not, the future is uncertain for everyone... Look, I clearly came to the conclusion that all the madness in my mind is not due to me... Your percentage control of events is any way diminished, inversely proportional reported to the number of people directly involved out of your person, in joint actions or not...
            He had reached the Center almost inconsequential, without any real perception of the time or the places he had passed through and, suddenly, he perceived the state of well-being... I think the biomis has done its job... Or what he has put in me to get here... But I feel good only in the soul... The mind is quiet... But the rest, thinking perceiving a state of significant physical discomfort... Yeah, I think biomis substances still have a job to do... I have to control my fears! concludes apaticly.
            He expected to be trapped by emotions, but he was wrong. He was treated like a kind of guest, everyone was careful with him... He felt that this respect for this person came from all sides... Nobody asked for anything... It seemed like they always helped him to make everything go as best as possible... At most, they asked him "if he agrees"... And he conformed... Who had time to read all the nonsense written on the contract papers, on all possible forms of commitments... He didn’t feel any kind of need to be careful with the formalities...
            Moreover, the more he went through the military procedures, he felt more and more comfortable, even though the state of sickness after the night drunk kept him bound to the earth, of the effort not to reveal his weakness. In addition, apathetic fear from the beginning had turned again into a strange state of anticipation. And he was too preoccupied to get rid of any question. He was not allowed to give course to his question marks... He had a job, he had to finish the day... The first day of testing... The most boring, the least important.
            However, methodically, every time, he came to the same conclusion... Something confusing torments him... Something that did not vanish even after consuming medical tests, nor after any further tests.
            Everything passed under the perception of apathy of compliance on his side. React as he was asked and... So. The demands of all those involved in the tests were already asking for too much... Why this, for what that, how to do, what would be the solution?!? And many, many other questions, confirmation requests, documents to be signed... Anyway, he had no desire to react somehow... Questions about the correctness of his choice appeared from time to time, only when he felt irritation or boredom in the procedures that harassed him...
            At a certain moment, he perceives a kind of too high speed in the course of events... Why so hasty, he asked himself several times... "Too fast, too fast to bother me to keep anything from all this madness," he thought of many times…
            At the end of the day, he was very tired. He almost doesn’t even notice when his last challenge is being communicated. That’s how routine he was. Or bored...
            - Dan, here we reach the last challenge!
            Thank’s voice had a devastating effect on circulation and breathing... Everything stuns him near the limit of unbearable.
            "What does he look Thank in the coordination center? What does he want from him? As far as I know, he does nothing worthless, especially cheap interpellations... Is this the source of all his presentiment experiences?
He turned to face his gaze, but... He just got out of the surveillance booth, letting him mute, without a solution of continuity. "What?!? How?!?", he thought stupidly, uselessly... He showed a tired smile to those around him, but only he knew how he felt, how panicked he suddenly became.
            Thank was the man of the total calculation. It was a quality that he presented as many times as possible, as a threat or as a conformer, using a kind of justification of his performance, even presented by himself, to anyone he seemed to need to hear, as a joke: “My heart has never beaten with more or less than 72 beats per minute. And that's just my merit."
            So his simple appearance turns the simulator into an unusual test, with a publicly declared character... He was starting to be more and surer about it. He already perceived everything as a reality... However, my feelings were not related to this test... I didn’t feel anything about it... The past, yes, the past... Thank is the past... But also the future, as it seems... Correlation... The past comes again in my future, this is the source... He thought of me, obviously... Here’s the source of my internal destabilization... Deh, besides from drunkenness last night... And, along with him, the other correlations come...
            A technician took him in to explain something about the flight that was going to be simulated, carried out, forcing him to forget about Thank and everything he drew. At one point everything became common, dull. What it’s worth, that is exactly the idea of simulation, the virtual overlap of reality. But from that moment on, all his efforts to perceive what was being transmitted gave no result. He was frightened... He could not really concentrate... His eyes fixed the technician's pupils in a desperate attempt to have a support point that will take him out of his short mental state. Internal destabilization is increasing, that's certain, Dan concludes confusedly.
            And the technician had perceived something. Clear. He is acting constantly trying to bring Dan to reality, but neutral, maybe even... Who knows. At one point, disturbed by the fixity of Dan's eyes, he leaned forward and began to check the equipment while continuing with the descriptions that he owed to do. This wakes Dan up. But not in the sense of perceiving what the man was struggling to convey to him.
            "I must understand that I will only have to deal with an innocent simulation! What a great deal? What a great intervention can have Thank in this matter? It's just a game on the holo-computer, something more official. The well-trained can beat the most terrible program without taking into account the chance that can intervene... And, in fact, more than being defeated again by Thank and going back to my usual life… Of unlucky guy... What can happen? After all, from this moment on, at least I’m a military… But… Yeah, at the reach of Thank..."
            He remembered Francis's words... "This stupid Thank is the most special boy I've ever met before. And it's not just my opinion. We all have to do with a dose of madness, with a subtle, intuitive connection that gives us the best solutions in the most unexpected moments, but... This Thank surpasses us all together. He’s nothing but a bloody maniac who doesn’t even think about what he does. I think this is the key to his perfection. And if the paths of your life make you come into contact with him or, worse, in conflict with him... What else can you do? In addition, his proximity resembles the introduction into a swamp that boils, without the chance to ask someone for help. And the more you squirm, the more you have no chance... The more you're no matter the sooner you're done... Too bad for you, Dan! Instead, I would have kicked his but and, no matter the beating I was going to take, I knew I was able to retaliate in a certain way...”
            Pedro was in a different opinion... "An unhealthy one, that's Thank, However, I would like immensely to have his qualities, to be like him, a monkey who can at any time, anything... To be when the finest physicist, when the toughest pilot, when the most efficient commander, when the most tender Don Juan... I think you’ll never be able to forget him... He blew Ada like you never existed. Brrr, the skin is soaking on me thinking that I might have been in your place..."
            The loudspeakers of the huge simulation hall sizzle barely perceptible and after a kind of squeak, a voice command boarding. Something inside orders him to go to the platform, forgetting the technician who was checking his equipment.
            - Hey, I'm not done!
            The technician's voice didn’t surprise him. Anyway, he felt embarrassed, as if he had stolen, mocking, or something similar. He grabbed his helmet, put his hands on his shoulders, and looked closely at him carefully to check something. The technician's concentrated face amused him and he was unable to refrain and display a grotesque groan. The strange condition, responsive state of the technician's face shook him and he burst out spontaneously in a nervous, clogged laugh, forgetting the wicked one that generated his reaction.
            - What did you find laughing right now when you should feel sorry for yourself?!? You really think it's a simple game", said the technician, turning his back, leaving without saying goodbye. Just say something, oblivious: "You all do, but then I see you afterward where you're pulling your shirt off with all your stinking elitism and..." ...And the technician was too far away to understand what he was saying...
            "Should he have to say goodbye? Why was he so upset, I just wasn't a wicked one?" The most unfeeling, awkward..." ...And he felt a sense of shame towards himself.
            - Good luck! he sent a guy who passed in speed beside him.
            He found himself left in the middle of the simulation room in front of the simulation ship... A common ship that didn't announce anything special during the simulation... A civilian ship concluded his thoughts... The boarding platform seemed to be waiting... "But I cannot climb like that, simply," he thought stupidly... He looked around, but he was really abandoned... All sorts of people moving around him, but as if keeping a certain distance, as if the forbidden perimeter is around him...
            He thumbed when he heard the flashing signal of the opening of the roof...
            How stupid, thought Dan automatically. All this could be simulated... How much waste of resources?!? continue thinking savoring the uncovering movement, perceiving the immensity of the building... Game simulators offer any kind of support in this regard... What kind of simulation is it? Is must be a kind of exercise as the army does? Interesting...
            He feels looked at and he focused his gaze in that direction. A very presentable guy, very tall, imposing and without a military uniform, moved forward, smiling at him...
            "Colonel... Yes... This will clarify what I have to do next," he thought ironically, rather stunned, looking at him as he approached.
            - There are any problems around here?!? ask despicable the colonel without intending to present himself or greet in any way.
            - Aside from the fact that I have no idea what I’m going to do, I see only a big bandy, with hands behind his back, standing in front of me... I'm probably going to hurt my neck so much looked up, answered and complete as well despised Dan.
            - "With such attitude, I don’t see you very well, my dear," replied the colonel, sweetening his voice, but obviously trying to be utterly contemptuous as before. But, either, let’s give you a chance, continue noting Dan's defensive entry. Have you read carefully what you signed?!? Do you know who you belong to now, who you have to listen to unconditionally?!? he asked ironically.
            - Well, I expect to learn... I don’t really know how things are going on here... Wouldn’t it be a shame to suffer from the first moment?!? continues neutral Dan... Maybe you lose a real talent that...
            - "There are no talents in the army," he brutally stops the colonel. There are only orders and performers. You do not enter into the order category and I don’t think you'll ever come in... But let's talk about it normally! Forget the uniform or previous positions! continue the colonel, releasing Dan, who not knows what to expect. Listen carefully! I will not repeat and my message can stop at any time without being completed. Turn off your biom!
            - Please! confirms Dan, unaware of how to position himself. Yeah, right now, he goes on stopping the biom and then wondering why he did it.
            As soon as he sees the gesture of stopping the biom, the colonel continues with a particularly fast diction, totally contradictory to before gargle full of arrogance...
            - I'm coming from Corasdo and all you hear is his words. Your presence in this test is a big mistake. Corasdo did everything in his power to stop your step in that direction. He’ll contact you as soon as he can, as soon as he’s free of observation. And I'm in immense danger of contacting you. And that's it! I don’t think we have any more time because the technician from the right is approaching, who certainly possesses a biom device and which is sent with the same security... You, an unwashed rookie, get to the ship! Do you think we will miss the launch window that you’re in the mood of doing the civilian?
            And saying that, he turned his back and walked away. Dan remaining stupid, petrified as a result of what he had lived, and something told him to run and go to the embarkation platform. He saluted quickly, left-handed, how militant he was able to, and started off. Everything happened too fast to have another reaction... It was only about 30 meters to the platform, but it seemed miles away. He’ll be there!
            Corasdo?!? What could be so strange, so wrong to bring this cheap movie scene?!? But his mind couldn’t give any answer, as if all his entire activity was focused on walking.
            He climbs up with hesitant steps on the embarkation platform, looking at everything that’s happening around him. Thank was returned to the surveillance booth and howled at regular intervals in an emitter. Before he was ironic and arrogant, it is now a clear change... Or he seems to him in the prism of those previously experienced... Thank was now a kind of mad monkey, as he had never imagined about him... From time to time he spasmodically clapped his fists and yelled in the direction of those who were probably wrong with something. And, the ones downstairs, made up a real anthill... Like not even a real launch didn’t run like this, concluded Dan.
            "I don’t know why I'm surprised by what I saw... I should only be surprised only at what I have been experiencing... I just have to think that the great coordinator of these activities is Thank and I have found the answer to all the questions, seeks Dan a solution to the questions that arose. And even if something special happens, what can be so important in preparing a simulation!?!" he told himself to calm himself. Isn’t it all a favor of Thank to induce me a certain state to attract childish mistakes, perhaps the blockage attracted by necessary protection to these illogical aggressions?
            He remembered his grandmother: "If you have unconditionally subjected your thoughts, you are the undisputed master of the senses"... Or was it the opposite? Anyway, I have repeatedly convinced myself of the truth of her words. I have to control myself better because something tells me that the situation is on the edge of a knife. "Must," is not the correct term, it's not the correct expression... I control, I control them, that's what must sound... I think Thank, want to give up psychically and quit, edict Dan! And that's what I need to prevent real or imaginary, what matters...
            He stood in front of the cabin and entered in the cockpit. Here he finds the so familiar inside of the standard piloting cockpit and feels like he's a little quieter. His observations outside the ship were true... A common, serial shipping ship... Even if it was a type of pilotage post that was somewhat older, but with obvious improvements, he concluded by reanalyzing the board...
            He’s heading to the board and mechanically operated, almost unconsciously, the take-offs preorder. It’s better to do this now, in order to have time to give a ride through the ship, to see what facilities I have at my disposal. If everything is ready not to miss the launch window you have all the time in the world at your disposal... He knew this from his long pilot experience...
            Then perform all standard checking operations and, shortly, complete the inspection of the ship. Nothing new, nothing worthwhile in addition to standard features...
            It was one of the smaller models of craft, crammed to the limit of the bearable, but equipped with an extra storage volume, like a small transport.
            There is definitely a transport mission. Again transports, think clearly disappointed?!? I hope that my deductions will not be true, even with the insignificant tonnage of the thing that will have to be carried, thinking reaching the cockpit’s armchair, slamming dissatisfied in it.
            - You will enter on route 2633 following the instructions you will receive at the appropriate time!
            "What an idiot, thinks Dan, he spoke so he wouldn’t shut up. At these, the specials, the routes are not automatically monitored!?!" "What navigation software do I have available!?!"
            Check out, check... Nothing new, nothing that stands out... At first sight, everything seemed so common...
            - You got something to clear up, old man?
            - No, Thank! came dry the answer. He had anticipated this interpellation and was prepared...
            Thank, it's a step-by-step check upon me, it's clear... Cannot the man digging into what he has at his disposal that... Otherwise, what's the point of his interpellation?
            He feels the need to do something, at least to be left alone, and his eyes fell on the viewing panel. It indicated an ongoing fuel supply and the computer displayed the route's target, confirming completion of the calculations and positioning on the standby status to correct any eventual parameter changes that did not fit in the scheduled stages. The route intersects the orbit of a single planet, with a take-off window placed approximately 23 minutes from the current time.
            So, that's all for the start of the simulation... But why is the fuel supply just before the launch?!? he wakes up thinking... Any manual underlines that this is not indicated even in case of force majeure. What logical reaction does he want to induce me Thank? After all, textbooks say that it is not indicated but it does not even point out that it is forbidden... It's only Thank's action that relies on illogical invasions to disconnect from logic... I know him too well to go through this with me…
            Next, the route then left the galaxy's limits, and the computer didn't have any additional data. Or it is blocked by the secrecy of the military... Quite clearly...
            - Pay attention to countdown! Take all the necessary measures to take off!
            Hearing those said by Thank, he was instantly annoyed and replied:
            - Why do you think I forgot how to take off? We finished the Flight Academy together, have you forgotten ?! Or do you push me in a simulation that didn't take your mind to control my every move until the alternatives are exhausted?
            Do not get any answer...
            "I don't understand Thank really keeps to crush my nerves?" He thinks I will not resist for another 20 minutes!?!"
            And then he began to think of Thank, to remember about him. He was the ideal subordinate but also the toughest ruler. Maneuvered with ability due to his psychic weakness linked to the desire to reach the best, the highest, could be integrated into any desired role. He didn't comment, didn't fail and didn't rebel any matter of what he was made to do. The interest of the above was what counts in order to get along with them and make them consider that he is the best continuation... For Thank, these things were the law. And, doing any job perfectly, unconditionally, was immediately accepted, involved, promoted...
            Few were the ones who had the courage to confront or provoke him because he become a ruthless monster when he sensed opposition, whether justified or not. And what was his most dangerous answer?!? Silence... You would find out that you only upset him after you were destroyed, crushed, trampled, no matter of honesty, honor, or the like...
            And he, Dan, was among those whose destiny was bearing the mark of Thank. He was the only man who had the courage to face him in a relationship with a woman. And... He lost, as anyone lost in front of Thank.
He didn't blame him for it... At what he lost in his life, the loss of love, be it alone and the greatest didn't mean too much. The only thing that made him feel sorry was that he felt everything from the beginning and got involved to the end in everything that followed... Knowing that he would lose but believing in her, who had no business with Thank. Did Thank "did" both of them!?!
            And, so, he lost Ada without being able to blame her. She knew very well that she was uncomfortably excited when she was courted. And, above all, for the strong ones... And nice... Who could resist Thank?!? That's the truth, thought Dan, feeling the unpleasant thrills of jealousy... And where else do you put that, Thank was nothing but her first love... She certainly didn't really love me... I cannot be her first love...
            - Hello! is hear faded the voice of Ada.
            - Hi, Ada! he replied in astonishment, amazed.
            - I'll keep clench my fists... You have to get through everything that's coming!
            Somewhere, in the background, there was a weird, strange, distorted laugh, but easily recognizable as Thank...
            - I always believed in your power! continues Ada.
            - "I will not be disappointed." comes Dan's nervous response which, after a moment of perplexity, suffocated by anger, disengages the communication by pulling off the connecting cables, then clenching the hands to the armchair until they become blood drained.
            "Minor damage... The audio module cables are interrupted voluntarily by the main operator... I'm waiting for instructions!" sounded the synthetic board's voice of the onboard computer.
            - Notify me immediately after take-off to re-establish the links, myself or the board assistants!
            He gave the order and tried to banish any thoughts, any experiences that would increase the magnitude of his anger. "I must be calm at the time of the take-off. And so I think I lost score because of the insubordination. Again won Thank... Minor for the moment... And again through Ada..."
            He suddenly felt that he had no time... It was time for the launching... He started doing all sorts of checks from the board computer console until he felt the vibration of the fuelling module detachment. At the same time, the communications console displays the message: "Resume communication!"... Then: "Hell be with you!"
            What a kind of childhood on the side of Thank, he thought while he rehearsed the audio communication. After all, what can be more childish than going straight ahead without direct take-off instructions? Or I do not understand the minds of these very secret military specialists... I think that systematic brainwashing brings them to the stage of children functionality, possibly to a lower IQ, thinking mischievous...
            - Thanks for restoring the connection, hears the neutral voice of a technician, it's started the last minute before the launch... I have the duty to present your last instructions! The flight is completely automatic... Initially, you will connect with the pre-enrollment module and will follow a flight to an insertion point on Jupiter's orbit. There will be a refueling and a connection with the enrollment module that will get you past the Oort axis. From that point, you will receive new instructions... Success!
            - Thanks! Let it be! transmitted Dan.
            In short time launch is initiated...
            - 3, 2, 1, start!
            The buzzing of the engines is becoming increasingly strident, along with the explosion of a sensation of weight...
            "Perfect simulation! think staring. If I didn't know it was a simulation, I could swear that it was a real flight. But the game console was already used me with gravity simulators."
            Still, I don't think everything can be so perfect... The rush with which they were preparing simulation is impossible not to have left an error behind. Every game made and released in haste is full of bugs that are later remedied by user feedback... And here it's clear that it's a kind of game made in haste...
            A strange, consuming curiosity, made him feverishly investigate any parameter he has in his head to find a weak point. Again beta-tester, think amused.
            According to the clues, he is on the pre-enrollment trajectory. The overweight was a little high but, in a very short time, he manages to set up the final trajectory. He was the adept of safe operations and manual control, even extra, never spoil. He was still afraid that hurried fuel supplies could cause problems, and he was thinking of using exterior cameras to see if there were any irregularities.
            He activates the exterior cameras and... For a moment, images of the simulation camera appeared, but in a very short time, probably after an intervention, these images disappeared, leaving the well-known images of Earth at the pre-enrollment trajectory.
            "If I feel good to think I have the impression that I got Thank in off-side, he thought with some pride. He did not expect me the boy to react so promptly regarding the take-off surveillance. "And you can be sure, old Thank, that I'll catch you on the wrong foot! Or not? This type of error will no longer appear..."
            As usual, he began to savor the wonderfulness of the Earth along the two ellipses necessary to needed acceleration for the crossing over the second cosmic speed. It was a kind of ritual of his, every time, at every race... A kind of "goodbye" ritual. He knows that everything is coming to an end when he sees the autonomy module in its synchronization race to timing the speed, in a relatively parallel course with his ship, on a course of intercepting and takeover.
            His module reached the pre-enrollment point where Dan had nothing else to do but to be a witness of the automated show of connecting to the autonomy module. He just enjoyed the fact that he expected it to be an old generation as the startup module... But he was wrong. It's coupled to a state-of-the-art, possibly high-speed module, judging by its size.
            Check it out and... Yeah, it was a 1,000 km/ s module. Mars's orbit was at 82 million km from Terra, lying between 55 and 90 million kilometers, though satisfied with the promptness of his memories. The listing of the three acceleration stages, approximately 150 km/ s for the first million km, then 500 km/ s for the next 20 million and the 1,000 km/ s plateau for the next 40 million km, followed by the two deceleration stages, 20 million kilometers at 500 km/ s, one million kilometers at 150 km/ s up to the martian synchronization speed of about 25 km/ s, specified it as a forecast that will arrive in the day after tomorrow, just over 10 o'clock in the morning... If he can still say that... 37, 38 hours, standard time, think ironically...
            And everything happened quickly and efficiently in the struggle to catch the optimal start time on the required trajectory. Surprisingly, it was a very short timing of synchronization, docking, and start-up... Even at this stage, he noticed how fast the autonomy module was active, reaching work speed faster than it would ever have imagined. Overweight increase significantly...
            As if it had diminished even for a second, thought Dan aware of its constancy...
            Without wanting he think in gusts:
            "Simulation... There can be no real such speed of activation..." At least from what he knew. And there was not about some access to technology... He was up to date with the latest achievements in that domain... The coupling cycle at the autonomy module was particularly fast under conditions of continuous acceleration, the synchronization was very... Perfect... Yes, he didn't notice any kind of vibration of synchronization, of docking... No vibration... Yes, it's clearly great equipment...
            But, until he ends his sarcastic observation, he feels the activation of the antigravity compensators, the detention's pulsations of the temporal capacitors and...
            He is on the road, to that designated planet to be the place of his mission...
            I'm curious about what I have to recover... When I receive additional instructions... And what's going to be... Bored will be sure... I don't have at my disposal a gaming module as acceptable as possible... And I have far exceeded the stage of playing Tetris... Let's see what's next... Maybe a lot of studies...
            Yeah, the overweight disappears, he finds in a late... I can get out of the cockpit seat... He's getting out of the cockpit and stretching for a long time... I was really stiff, thinking starting to getting rid of the flight suit, remaining in the interior suit... Free of all twists and turns finds a terrible fatigue...
            Heavy and hard day I had... And after a so tiring day, what could be better than a restful sleep? he said, like a day conclusion, and went to sleep, and asleep almost immediately after "hustle" in the sleeping bag... Without thoughts, without questions...

Dorin M - February 28, 2018