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"Around the Worlds"
Mircea Dan
Day 2, Part 1 - The Change

           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... He had to solve the problem with the Ema, to see how it reduces the states of tension... Everything is clear... Once he establishes the details with her everything will be self-evident. There were quite a lot of such problems, and they were resolved with or without compromise on his side. 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 chose to participate in this life full of pleasures, comfort, tranquility, and pleasure. And what?!? What he felt out of... He didn't know exactly what he felt... The fun just distracts your attention from questions that have always harassed you... But not for long... Like an anesthetic who, necessarily, loses its effect and the pain returns as more powerful, often more devastating...
            He had quickly come to seek for some kind of break from all these distractions, hiring to a transport race, to be alone and to close his needs that could not be dazzled by dances, alcohol, all sorts of extreme sports... A kind of holiday from the veil of fun that quickly became so tiring... A kind of refocus on the dissatisfaction that harassed him constantly to find a solution, a way of action...
            Moreover, transport pilot 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...
            He once tried to get into military life by signing up for the zero pilot test. The test was a façade and not an effective desire to become a zero pilot... Simply, if he fails the test, he would be assigned to another service, to a different occupation, depending on the selections that followed. The next distribution was anyway as a military... There was a kind of silence that could no longer be disturbed in any way... And now he thinks he's not 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?!?
            Certainly not in the absence of activity is the source of his anxiety, complete Dan his previous thoughts, concluding... So the idea of not going to the zero pilot test seems a good one, really...
            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, to enjoy my meal!", complete defensively his thought... 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. He hadn't held absolutely anything but had a feeling that in that turmoil there was something he needed to know... Request the resumption of the newsgroup and tried to be as careful as possible.
            Stock data, all sorts of killers psychopaths, crooks caught or searched by the police...  "Ohhh, exhausting... Fail to... Wait! There's Corasdo... Hmmm, how's my old friend?!?"
            "Corasdo - ... may be the discovery that changes the entire known face of our economic life and beyond.
            Reporter - ..."
            At the end of the meal, he feels the need to lie comfortably to protect itself as much as possible from the strong headache, even through relaxation. Become attentive to the news...
            "Corasdo - ... without being the case. But, come back, the technology is ready to be approved and in soon will be available to the general public.
            Reporter – So the rumors of a big military contract are not true!
            Corasdo – Why wouldn't it?!? Do you think that such technology would not have the necessary applications in the military field? And if we were to participate in a public auction, who could offer something over us?!?
            Reporter – So you don't disagree with such a contract!
            Corasdo – In addition to the financial aspect of such a contract you cannot challenge the uniqueness of our offer. If you also consider the public utility of such a contract, it is very possible to deduct the necessity of its existence. What more do you want me to comment on, greetings with the right hand? I'm sorry, but my time is very limited, and it keeps leaning towards the camera and leaving!
Reporter – For you from the headquarters of Coras Inc..."
            Wow, couldn't stop showing Dan his surprise. You got a lot my old man, military contracts!?! Wow...
            Then he remembered an older collaborative proposal that Corasdo made to him: "... and still flying, you know! No one will ask you to do something beyond your lifestyle... ".
            And the correlation comes by itself: "Military contract – technology – piloting"... What's the point of cling to "zero pilots" when he can enter the Corasdo's open gate?!? Military stuff already means something special, absolutely new things mean attraction and lack of boredom insured... He ends the meal... Order the service utilities to put everything in order, to complete the hygiene operations...
            Fevered, dizzy from the rush or the alcohol that was still very well present in his gestures, ask for connection to Corasdo.
            -Hi, my dear Dan! he made his warm entrance with a pleasant and soothing smile Corasdo. What can I do for you?
            -My good friend, said Dan with a mine as serious as possible, I find myself in great distress! No, it's not serious! complete hastily noticing Corasdo's face change. Simply today I have to present myself at zero pilot test and...
            -You have nothing to do there, intervene brutally Corasdo, we have discussed all these many times before! You're not tailored out for military life!
            - OK, ok, old man, change the logical course, Dan, I don't want to get there, he continues trying unconsciously to change Corasdo's very serious face through a possible convenient answer. You know what I thought, she said to gain time, uh, what if I agreed to work for you... You know, you've told me this more...
            -Then I'll wait for you! We can't talk about all this now. Come and determine what to do, okay? In fact, we see what else can be done...
            -Yes, old man. Today? asked Dan fearsome, perceiving the logical imbalance between we determine and see what to do...
            -Yesterday would have been best, said Corasdo smiling, winking at her, and then the transmission ended, making it even more disoriented. Certainly isn’t definitively Corasdo's style...
            He remained mute about the turn took by events.  "No more Dan, zero pilots... Then no more "open arms" of Corasdo... He clearly felt that something was wrong... But eventually what can follow as dull as the transport flights?!? "
            It revolted around the room looking to cling to something but... Without a target, gripped by confusing feelings... He wasted time with all kinds of nonsense. In a late setting it all for the conditional absence, slowly, mechanically, because the medication had not yet made its effect and come out into the lump of life, in daylight... Painfully, noisy, giving a kind of predominant feeling of sorry about he comes out of his cocoon... Moving on to Coras Inc.
            "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 Coras Inc. 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 doesn’t agree to this status?!? How it seems that everything is happening now... 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 arrived at the Coras Inc. headquarters almost unnoticed, 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 was expected to be better off, 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...
            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 to do, had to complete the meeting with Corasdo... Let's see what this day will offer...
            Something confusing torments him... Something that doesn't even disappear either after entering the headquarters nor after talking to the secretary, even after arriving in the antechamber of Corasdo's office.
            Here he sat on an armchair and began to wait to be called in.
            - Dane, here we are again!
            Thank’s voice had a devastating effect on circulation and breathing... Everything stuns him near the limit of unbearable.
            "What was Thank here looking for?!? 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 entered in Corasdo's office, 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 his meeting with Corasdo into something unusual, 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...
            One of the waiting's "colleagues" asked him something, incomprehensible in the rumble in his head. But, 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.
            And, being disturbed by the fixity of Dan's gaze, he bends and lifted one of the information terminals made available to those who do the anteroom, looking for work, delimiting themselves. This wakes Dan up. Internal destabilization is increasing, that's certain, Dan concludes confusedly.
            "I must understand that I will only have to meet with Corasdo! What a great deal? What a great intervention can have Thank in this matter? It's just a meeting with your old friend, something more formal... And, in fact, more than going back to my usual life… Of unlucky guy... What can happen?
            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 secretary, appearing out of the blue, announces him that he can enter in Corasdo's office.
            -Good luck! said to him the individual who had tried to talk to him.
            He enters with hesitant steps looking carefully at everything that's going on around him. His gaze seized Thank somewhere in one of the far corners of the office. He was talking lit at a communications terminal. From time to time he clenches spasmodically his fists and threatened the with finger those who probably were wrong in their reasoning.
            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...
            Corasdo invites him to take a seat and then he quietly touching together the palms like an asking for forgiveness and use his index and big finger to signal that he will miss a little, and then he comes out, smiling, from the office.
            Dan, astonished, had nothing else to do but pursue Thank's nervous gesture.
            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 clench the hands to the armchair until they become blood drained.
            "Brrr, I'm completely lost in the imbalance of so many changes of feelings”, said to himself Dan looking to Ada as he approached Thank who, apparently, had not even noticed her entrance to the office. ”Control yourself!" thinks strange Dan and breathe deeply, reassuring.
            Ada kisses, like a greeting, Thank’s neck which was strangely withdrawn and begins to whisper, without Dan being able to distinguish anything from their conversation. He could only feel anger creeps passing through his stomach, dissipating the little energy he had. That's how he always felt when Ada was tender with someone else... Even if it had been a long, long time since she was no longer his... Or, well, since he was no longer hers...
            "Dumb, he apostrophe Dan in thought, she’s no longer yours... When are you going to adapt to this and not have any retarded teen reactions?!?"
            -Gentlemens, it hears the voice of Corasdo who returned to the office and madam! he continues with a small inclination of the body leading the right hand to the heart, in the kind of a sign of appreciation. Let's get to work! The time has come to finalize the contractual elements on we've been focusing for so long.
            And he's headed to his office while Thank and Ada sit down on the free armchairs around him.
            -I have to start with little clarification for Dan, said Corasdo to the others, opening his arms in a sign of impossibility of doing anything else. Dan, the reportage that you probably saw, either this morning is broadcast from two in two hours for more than three months... And that's with the courtesy of the Defense Ministry represented here by them. I don't want to go into the details, he continues noticing Dan's visible surprise, facing his right palm at him in the sign of stopping the comments, but he was destined for you.
            Dan had actually locked himself, and he staring, one at a time, to all those present and resume the cycle expecting for something, a clarification.
            -Correlated with the message received that you are requested to give the zero pilot test, to the recommendations and assurances of Mr. Thank, it was impossible not to get here or to me. The choice you made is independent of us...
            “Either here or at me," it's obviously some kind of signal from Corasdo, became conscious Dan. What does he want to convey to me?!? What considerations will have Thank following this message?!?, he thinks, but continue with:
            -Okay, but how did it get here? interrupted Dan trying to make a mental landing between them.
            Thank raises the right hand in a sign of prohibition and intervene to Corasdo with states:
            -One of the unsigned, unofficial conditions of the contract signed by the army with Coras Inc. stipulates that we owe to Mr. Corasdo with your integration into the activities that are born of its consequences, let’s say, and this as far at the high possible hierarchical, function of your choice.
            Now Thank raise the palm to Dan who was just pulling air to intervene and continue:
            -So depending on your choice you will find out more about this amendment! he said pressed and official.
            Dan noticed that Ada clutching the armrests so tightly that she had emptied blood in her fists, strainings, trying to be as careful as possible to Thank, to what he was saying, to what he was doing, to what he was emitting through his entire presence. This made him give in, to let himself to be carried by the discussion without fighting back... And he lay soft in the armchair...
            -Our first offer is to become a military pilot officer, continue Thank by raising his chin to Dan, raising his eyebrows as a sign that he expects an answer before moving on to the next offer...
            -But... It's not the same as becoming a zero pilot?!? asked Dan frankly wondering.
            - Proper reasoning, confirms Thank ...
            Dan could notice a vague inclination of Thank's body to him, revealing his interest in the answer that will follow...
            -So, suddenly, continues Dan playfully, without passing a test or something like that?!?
            -If you want to waste one or two years of your life, who can resist, replied Thank coldly, regardless...
            -However, I don’t understand why my decision is so necessary in this case?!? continue Dan in the same playing note. It’s a military contract, as long as a military commission is present in which I become, a kind of observer in the performance of the contract or what?!? he calls for clarification.
            -Under no circumstances can it be something like this, intervene obviously disturbed Thank, stopping Corasdo’s attempt to answer. You're just an ancillary requirement related to the comfort of the principal in the contract. Specifically, Sir Corasdo. Your tangency in contractual conduct is null...
            -But, perhaps this is the idea that underpins my request, intervene Corasdo, surprising Thank.
            -It's a childish idea, returns Thank almost instantly. As long as the contractual involvement is limited to the comfort of the principal, it is obvious that there are no other alternatives. Then, as long as Mircea Dan will be involved in military life, his right of decision and involvement is strictly restricted to positioning in military structures. I do not see where the slightest freedom of involvement could be inferred in such actions. In addition, even if a request for modification of contractual terms will be used by your part, sir Corasdo, this may only attract the reconsideration of Mircea Dan's status on civil activities, directly related to the attribution you can give to this persons. Military structures have their own hierarchy and cannot be asked to comply by an external agent, complete stupidly Thank, obviously disturbed by the fact that such a hypothesis was issued...
            -I do not understand how it came here, to my involvement without being asked whether I agree or the like?!? Intervening Dan in the same play tint.
            -It is a secondary, accessory contractual imposition, ancillary, first of all, it is about military secrecy, secondly, spits words with incredible speed Thank. You don't count. You are something like the presence of flat or carbonated water on the table of negotiations... It is merely a simple request of the main contractor, how many times to repeat this detail?!?
            -For you, intervene obviously angry Corasdo. Those like me know what's coming and I've been looking to take care of those around me. Let us not forget that this military commission consists of husband and wife! I cannot be blamed for deduced from this that military regulations can be violated particularly easily! Regardless of the justifications related to competence, contests won honestly or the like, quickly specify noticing Ada's tendency to intervene... I can't be blamed for doing what's normal or abnormal to do! finish Corasdo looking at Dan.
            For several moments there was silence, confirming the general surprise to those specified by Corasdo. Then, Thank continues:
            -Even so, we need the Mircea Dan’s answer. Even so, it is obvious that if he chooses the career of zero pilot or any other career that keeps the military life he will comply with the military regulations and can not intervene positional than as the starting point of insertion, and that’s it. Even so, there are hardly any possibilities for further intervention, except those possible at the start of the career, immediately after the start of the contract. So?!? conclude almost robotically Thank, requesting an answer from Dan.
            -Ok, my answer so necessary is... And his gaze fell upon the Corasdo’s face that seemed not at all pleased with the way the conversation progresses. This perception made him straighten in the armchair, obviously uncomfortable with the inability to sense what Corasdo felt and continues... I don't have the slightest intention of getting zero pilots! said, sheepishly, amazed by himself. Otherwise, now, I was at the testing center... And the face of Corasdo lighted up encouraging him to continue... It is obvious that I want something more than that, so... And he waiting for an answer, a reaction from Thank.
            -Obviously, this is the second variant, said Thank ironically...
            And there was a brief silence on the occasion of which Dan succeeded in noticing that Ada’s strain had not disappeared and Corasdo had become careful and nervously again...
            -Taking into account the strict military hierarchies, we need, first of all, the acceptance of entry into military life and, subsequently, of the precise specification of the structure in which you want to be included, said Thank by raising the palm to stop any kind of intervention. The advantage that is offered to you, in addition to the previous one, underline harshly Thank, is the possibility of preferential advancement or move to another weapon without following the military rules in force. I mean something also preferentially... And that's only valid for the first six months after the documents are signed.
            -I mean I don’t like... Change weapon? intervene Dan by underlining each word.
            -Proper reasoning, replied slowly, Thank as if he was still struggling to interpret the question correctly.
            -For the first choice, I have some time available to think about it?!? ask Dan on a slimy tone.
            -No! Your answer must be given right now! underline quite disturbed Thank. For the second choice, if applicable, you have a maximum of 6 months...
            It was impossible not to notice Ada’s strain who looked really frightened of all those present, as a clear reaction to Thank’s irritation. It seemed as if Corasdo had given in to the pressure of the moment, leaving himself soft in the armchair, looking somewhere sideways, towards the floor...
            -Why so hasty, I don’t understand?!? said Dan defensively.
            -It is not about a rush related to you, replied acid Thank, it is a deadline for contractual negotiation that is subject to the principal's requests with the optional insertion of some conditions related to you.
            -Then what was said it was said! complete ironically Dan rising from his armchair, heading towards Corasdo. I’m done here! said Dan stretching his right hand to Corasdo, requesting his handshake.
            -No need to be hasty! said Corasdo in a very serious tone, sensing Dan's desire to leave. I have long negotiated for this advantage in your favor, complete by catching him by the shoulders, pointing Dan to the armchair from which he had risen.
            For a moment, Dan, surprised, is not moving, not knowing what to do. He senses with the tail of the eye that Corasdo collapsed in the armchair, suggesting that it is not the case to oppose... At least in common sense, thought Dan complementary... And he sits down hesitantly in the armchair.
            -It is really necessary to continue this pointless situation?!? notes neutral Thank.
            -As you said, I’m the principal, said Corasdo. I want these additional elements to be recorded in this legislative regime. Considering the fact that, perhaps from tomorrow, the new legislative wave could intervene, I'm not going to miss this moment.
            -What is this all about?!? intervene foolishness, Dan.
            -It's not your problem! stop aggressively, Thank Dan's intervention.
            - You mean my future doesn't matter?!?
            -Obviously not, spit out the answer Thank. The contract...
            -It’s up to me, intervene Corasdo angrily...
            -Okay, okay, calm down! intervened Dan standing up, attracting all eyes toward him, I agree with this solution of military life. Ready, I've decided!
            In the silence of the litter after his response, he could not perceive Corasdo's disappointment, giving up like a resignation of Ada and, most strangely, the satisfied grin of Thank.
            -But before that, reply Dan trying to rectify some of the obvious disappointment of Corasdo, I'd like to know more about the preferential advancement! I don’t understand what is this about...
            -It is also all about the six months of the contractual arrangement with reference to the fact that you have the possibility to migrate to different services, depending on your choices, services that have functions that require a certain degree, lower than the one you start within the military career... The rank of colonel, effectively explains Thank...
            -Well, that's not degradation?!? stupidly intervenes Dan.
            -Regardless of the movement in the hierarchy, the army looks for the most suitable place for a person, the perfect classification of his qualities as a whole... So the term "advancement" refers strictly to the positioning in the most appropriate place... As far as possible... Appearances often deceive, especially in your case, underline Thank acid.
            An explanation that, apparently, strikes them in the Corasdo’s and Ada’s head, they obviously ceased to participate in the discussion through different gestures... They effectively had folded into their armchairs, Corasdo closed his eyes after pointing his face towards the ceiling, while Ada lowered its gaze to the floor...
            Mute, Dan looked from one person to another and startled surprised when Thank jumped standing like a resort, inviting Ada with a reverence to rise, giving a military salute and said:
            -Mr. Corasdo, with respect, our agreement will be respected, I assure you! said Thank leaning in his direction. Mr. Dan, when you consider it appropriate, we're waiting for you at a military center to start the deal! Remember, from that moment on, you are a military man and you will obey the regulations and the hierarchy properly! I, or the one who hierarchically will deal with the compliance of this agreement, will be informed of any request of you to comply! With respect! said leaning in the same official reverence.
            Then stretched out the hand to Ada and walked out of the office as if it were just passing through there...
            -Dan, Dan, said Corasdo quietly embarrassed, you have not taken into account anything I have told you so far, continue with a disappointed tone. How many times have I told you so far that you're not tailored out for military life... For a moment I really thought you retained something from what I taught you whenever I had the opportunity. When you refused access to zero pilots, continues Corasdo on the same tone, noticing Dan's stupor...
            -But, …
            - Enough with but… Not here… The army and security services are monitoring almost any place, especially my offices, brutally stop him Corasdo... In such contractual meetings, you did not think that the biom systems of consigning and confirmation are mandatory?!? Perhaps the chance will allow us to clarify things somewhere, sometime... Now, my dear friend, please forgive me, but our meeting is over... Don't forget! Whatever seems to be coming out of our agreement, please tell me to take the actions that can be taken... With these in the army, you can never be sure... They're too paranoid... Please, said indicating with a wide gesture to the office door!
            Dan walked out of the office and... His thoughts instantly flooded him... Why was Corasdo so disappointed, why was Ada surprised, why was Thank so satisfied... Questions, questions, questions... Everything in a kind of torrent that amplifies, which block any conclusion... What could it be?!? Corasdo has never been so brutal with him, never so little communicative...
            There was also the fact that the next day was to become military, with all that means... Yes, only here he felt it that was something special... He didn’t feel that there would be any problems in choosing... Like he felt that everything was predetermined... After all, he knew Thank... For him, there were never surprises... Just for those around him, as is his case... Sure, Thank knew exactly everything that was to come...
            When he arrived home, he had not yet recovered... He didn’t understand even now everything that had happened... Nor was he feeling too satisfied with his decision... The rest of the day was spent with all sorts of boshs... And in the evening... He was nasty even when he went to bed... And sleep hardly sticking to him...


            Hint: 1. The "restart" of the hint counters can be noticed. I'm not going to get to who knows what numbers, so every new day of the game will attract the "restart" (whoever went through the game-days variants would have noticed that V01-V05 group have a number of hints, V06-V10 group have another number of hints). In addition, from this second day of the game, there begin to appear clear differentiations between "V"s, so keeping the "continuity" of the counters of the hints would have messed us up a lot...

Dorin M - May 4, 2018

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                 Dear readers in English,
            Using existing methods of translation (for the Romanian language) have still large gaps, so I proceeded to an effort to achieve, if possible, its translation (and its adaptation) for you. I apologize for the many mistakes but I am sure that my effort gives better results than existing translation engines.
            In addition, your effort to correct this text with your translations are welcome but I cannot reward your efforts, just only with mere mention of your aid, in bottom of text, where it was given and, why not, in the future, you may have a possible material reward, if my adventure will be financially successful.
            Thanks for your understanding (and help, if possible),
            Dorin M

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