A New Evening for an Old Training
A New Evening for an Old Training

A New Evening for an Old Training

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A New Evening for an Old Training

A New Challenge to an Ordinary Day

(Romanian)

Train 1

Even though a strange curiosity was against it, you set off for the Sentinel’s shelter.

The music echoed from the valley as if he were right there. Then he noticed that the snow had stopped, and the wind didn’t even blow anymore… As if it too were listening to the music…

Only the music and the silence accompanied him in his effort to reach Sentinel as quickly as possible, to discuss as much as possible until evening, when he must be at home with Hope and the children.

Somewhere he feels something, like a premonition, that the Sentinel will quickly dispatch him, reminding him that he has time to distribute the products of this week’s exchange with the Community to the neighbors.

The fact that he could no longer hear the music stirred him unpleasantly, but his thoughts overrode these perceptions. Perhaps, in the valley, the snow started again.

Yes, I’m sure he’ll ask her to come back in the morning for some hot tea and to talk. Usual…

Yes, I will be able to come tomorrow. At least after the start of the day… Until around noon… Yes, I won’t refuse him… I didn’t even want that…

He was surprised when he reached the end of the “Great Path” … Faster than expected.

He looked to his right and the Sentinel was still there, as if he hadn’t even moved all this time… Greeting him with the same apparent indifference… Due to the concentration with which he was surveying the surroundings…

Train 2

Something is not right! Stoutly thought, noticing that next to the log on which the Sentinel was sitting was the backpack with amplifiers and he was wearing the VR visor, scanning the surroundings with the AI ​​binoculars… According to the gestures, he was coordinating at least one drone.

The sentinel caught him waving at him, the motions of his palm clearly suggesting that he take a seat on a log close to his own.

He complied, placed the heavy backpack next to him, and began to loosen his back, waiting patiently, watching closely to identify what the Sentinel was doing.

Sentinel was handling at least four drones that, with certainty, were not monitoring the “Valley between the Islands” … Following the movements of the VR headset, which he could sense, he used pupillary localization to command the movement of the drones.

Which, with certainty, were moving… Do not use them with stationary placement, for observation. Even after the gestures, Stoutly’s imagination logically completed what was happening.

Four drones, all moving? How cool is the old man! If you factor in the pupil command latency… It’s cool. He had never been able to control more than two…

After a while, he noticed that the Sentinel was observing what was happening only towards the eastern side of the valley. And, shortly after, confirmation of his logic came, two drones arriving from the west, landing nearby, and disconnecting.

Train 3

Stoutly stood up to collect them and pack them into the Sentinel’s backpack but the old man gestured with his open palm, with quick gestures, to remain where he was.

What the? Stoutly wondered… Being seized, almost immediately, by a strange, intuitive fear. Why does it need so much focus? The Sentinel’s gesture of not moving his hand after his “message” indicated absolute concentration.

He cursed me for the fractions of a second that the pupillary commands were delayed. Sure! Mental confirmation came as he noticed that without moving his arm, the old man clenched his fist, the tendons of his forearm bulging, signaling a strong grip.

But soon his hand jumped to the aid of the other to support the AI ​​binoculars, massive, heavy due to the lenses… Or was it an intense gesture to increasing the old man’s concentration?

Gather! Sentinel’s verbal command came… Which, clearly, was an order to him. He reacts instantly, instinctively sensing the urgency.

By the time he was able to clean the two drones and put them in the backpack, the third drone arrived and landed. He got up to pick it up, but the old man ripped off his backpack, took the drone box, and packed it quickly.

Gear up, let’s go!

With extraordinary dexterity, he picked up and threw the drone into the box, rushed to his pack, placed the box, and was already with the pack on his back by the time Stoutly only managed to put his pack on.

When he also packed the VR headset and the binoculars, Stoutly thought in amazement?

Train 4

To me, to the shelter! Another hurried order came. Yes, the Sentinel was already running towards the “Mane of the Bells”, waving from time to time and asking him to follow him, without even looking at him for a second.

Yes, I follow you, old man! He thought to himself as he ran to regain the distance between them. The old man heads for the thicket forest areas. I’m sure he senses or knows we can be followed.

Yes, that’s why he’s in a hurry! I’m sure there were four drones. Did one leave her? Oh no, he must have used it as a decoy, sending it in a random direction so that someone wouldn’t get any indication of where the commands were coming from. Or the drone was already melting following the self-destruct command.

No, I know the old man, he couldn’t miss losing this advantage…

Wow, there is a difficult, almost inaccessible road! He thought, remembering the way he had to go…

And lastly, I am obliged to erase all traces. Sentinel is stalling until I get there…

He heads for his shelter in the east. It needs to be closer to where I noticed he was focusing his last monitoring efforts.

Stay! He wants to make sure he stays in the coverage area of ​​the download transmissions. So, he placed the drone in an area to monitor, record and transmit on command.

Oh, I can’t anymore! I must be able to! There is no time to waste!

Train 5

He thought, sensing that he was losing his breath, that the backpack was tearing his shoulders under the repeated, increasingly painful pressure of running.

The slope and the constant effort of erasing the marks, as he stooped to do so, constantly interrupted his pain, as if in relief.

But his lungs weren’t cooperating.

And his mind did not care for him for a moment, developing scenario after scenario with what had happened, with what could follow the meeting with Sentinel.

Yes, he had guessed correctly that the old man would quickly dispatch him… And in the morning, he would return… Hopefully for a warm tea and a relaxing chat!

By the time he arrived, the old man had already written six instruction notes. The message for himself and his five neighbors.

So, there was going to be a total blackout of communications and access to encryption lines. I’m sure of this! It’s a state of emergency!

Run, Stoudly! Let the neighbors know as soon as you can, and I’ll be waiting for you at this shelter right away! Anyway, you were going to see them and share their products.

Train 6

Is the situation so “thick”?

Run, I said! Sentinel said, grabbing his backpack, turning him around, and pushing him towards the exit of the shelter.

You only hear:

Two of the valleys are prisoners. The musicians committed suicide to avoid capture. Run, we’ll talk tomorrow, if possible!

The fact that it is free to move means that there are no drones in the area yet…

He gave to go to his shelter, but…

Until the evening comes, I have time to visit the neighbors.

Merticaru Dorin Nicolae

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