Dave MacFather*

PLANET BLUE
( Condensed Version ) ---------------------------------------------------A long, long time ago, in a far, far away Galaxy ... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---Time of narration: the year 3666 I must stress the possible replacement or misrepresentation of geographical names, personal names, dates and places, names and events in general, which can solely be due to lack of resources or, more likely, the deterioration of the magnetic register from the General Literary Production System. Thank you * DaveMacFather is the pseudonym of D.M.PAIS. Copyright D.M da Silva Pais www.sribd.com/Silva_Pais 1

CONTENTS

PART 1 I Andromeda Call ... page 3 9

II Old times in Port Obal

III Brazilian Highlights 27

IV Road House Blues ( abridged ) V Portrait of an Artist ( abridged )

VI The Big Decision 54

PART 2 I Journey to Planet Blue ..... page 57

II Artist's Country Fancy Memoir ( abridged ) III Colonization times on Planet Blue ( abridged )

IV Space Travellers land on Planet Blue V Space Travellers take-off Planet Blue VI Epilogue

PART 1 I Andromeda Call

................................. ........................................ .............................................................. .. At his apartment in the city, Yano Mohamed Ali, sat down at his desk and started reviewing a long paperwork data, while his closest friends simulated a ping-pong game, using a light shaving brush over an iron board, holding two books as rackets. Both were quietly once they could so easily given to be subjected and accordingly to the security measures imposed both were looking great, not showing a hint of anxiety. Yano Mohamed Ali, completely absorbed by the alphanumeric characters that some other business partners had sent him to analyse, little attention was paying to his friends. Their names were Gi and Jor; they'd both arrived, some years ago, from another galactic system and nothing seemed so gracious to these two lads, as their at-will manifestations which Yano used to condescend. It was by evening, the room was radiating a white shiny light; the moment expected by everyone was approaching. Soon they'd be descending to the ground floor, below that confining area, where a Caf-bar was open: a public ground floor with Closed and Open sets; once they got there, Yano attained to the task of opening the door to provide Access. After they step in, the door immediately got back to its Closed position without any apparent effort. To the left, one could find a geometric shaped mahogany lined counter and, to the right, a cosy corner contained an imagery player and some couches. In front of the counter, the room filled with tables and chairs. After they arrived, two 'cockatoo-girls' sat down very quietly in front of the imagery player and some bad mood individuals belonging to the PRD ( Party for Resumed Democracy ) that had the lousy habit of meddling with everything they could find in the premisses, took over the room. Nothing was never well placed according to them and, as soon as they spotted any object, they 3 by having loads of fun the proper Galactic the anti-gravity safety conditions the flat was supposed

Authorities to pass the time with no need to resort to other costly sophisticated games. They

didn't resist to perform their favourite temptation: to disrupt everything around as if they were in an old Republic! However, times had changed. Being Yano distracted, trying to repair a small out of fashion imagery player, the nasty partisan group soon proved to be 'helpful' trying to destroy the small device or what was left of it. Since the anode bulb was separated from its carcass, grabbing and passing the device hand to hand, they let it fall on the ground without, however, Yano being able to ascertain which one of them did, on purpose, such a carelessness. They all were a cunning! The device fell onto the magnetised carpet but did not break. Yano recovered the bulb, fit it out with the carcass and the unit escaped from the viscous clutches of such miserable miscreants. Yano verified the electrical connections, strained the aerial and turned on the atom battery. Between his hands the screen began glowing flickers. A diagram to select programmes appeared on screen and the tuned the desired channel, as he walked away from the nefarious partisan group. The film had already begun. The scene was glum and tragic. Entering a reserved compartment in the bar, he put the display on a table and sat down watching. On screen, he could see a couple debating whether their marriage should be done by the Registry or the Temple. Their concern was that the spouses should follow the requirements demanded by the bride's father. The issue began to assume a rather neo-realistic shape. Revoking the ideological aspects on such a subject, Yano continued to watch the channel. The groom was an outsider of barely recognizable origin. His frown of a honest man and the hardness of his features, further high-lighted his unshaven face. He wore a chequered shirt. The bride's slippery hair was glueing to her head and she was wearing an elegant evening dress. Yano turned on the Swap button and transferred the scene into reality. The players were now before him, standing out doors, with their valises ready to go. In between bride and groom giving their hands, and the bride's parents, there was a small garden's gate, built in prefabricated pieces of wood forming a single fence. The parents were house's door Yano and had left the lights switched on in the small could see the inside of the house at the building. space traveller

through the open door and through the and

window's blinds. The light projected the oblong shadows of the bride's parents over the garden's lawn and the road. The bride's father's design features of his face, exceeded the severity rustic dress. Both of them had negroid traces and strokes on their faces. The heat and the night lent the scene, therefore transferred into reality, a colonial aspect. The bride's parents and Yano stood watching the couple trotting along their Life's Road without anything at all had been decided. When the silhouettes of the young couple disappeared at the 4 honesty of his future son in law. The mother, a modest creature, wore an apron over a simple and

bend of the way, Yano, enough bored with the story, reminded that it was necessary to go back to his job and, passing the device he was holding to the bride's father's hands, told the bride's parents that they could until the End ... Yano left the reserved compartment and went through a hallway. There were some tables and chairs at random. He suddenly halt, suspicious, once, on the ground, hiding their heads, as if trying to hide from something, were laying down some strange individuals. They seemed fearful ostriches but, most of them, were androids that were hiding their heads under the desks scattered around. Down, across the hall, a door opened with a huge roar and, suddenly, it showed a giant, dark and hirsute, Indian of Patagonian kind. The 'man' was walking so grumpy that Yano chose to remain still, although standing up-right, the most he could. The herculean Big Foot monster crossed the hall without paying attention to anyone around. After a moment all the androids stood up following Yano to the Bar. So did Gi and Jor. The establishment, amplified by conventional space and bionics multiplication, had trebled it's initial size, tables, chairs and customers. They were talking simultaneously without any apparent order. Yano step in the bar. Several stewards were carrying fused drinks and sandwiches. Yano walked to the geometric shaped mahogany lined counter. The path was obstructed by some stubborn customers across the servicing area, occupying the house gang way, and he just didn't drew the body remover pop he was carrying by the waist, because this would be dismissed as ill-intent. Costumers buzzing to much beyond the allowed limits, eventually adapt to Yano's state of mind. Stewardess Anne Marie was moving around. Yano approached the cash register. It was imperative for him to investigate its contents when someone eventually would open it. It was urgently necessary to check the register's balance. Near him a middle-aged couple was trying to make a talk. She was wearing a thin silky gown. The man wore a black conditional suit. The lady came by Yano, approaching so close that he could feel her breathing on his left cheek, while she kept whispering sentences with no sense. Yano was repeatedly nodding. The husband stared intently to Yano and moved closer to both. Yano reassured them, telling he was just the Bar's owner. The couple was delighted with the news and both fired up to the exit, waving goodbye. It was around midnight. As stewardess Anne Marie was not worrying to much about opening the till, Yano came closer to the till and, when he focussed it, found it's model different from the previous one. Across the desk, several customers saw him next to the cash register and find himself before some difficulties in localising the openy button. Ali! ( there! ) - they all said, like in a chorus. 5 keep the unit for them, in order to follow the lifetime's story of their daughter

- Bar, Bar he thanked using the intergalactic idiom. Pressed the lump, checked; the drawer suddenly broke loose, hitting him squarely in the stomach, throwing most of the monetary discs onto the ground. 'Ali Bar Bar and the Forty Millions ... ', he thought. Before the monetary discs had reached the floor, he draw his modular pistol and turned them into gaming chips. Yano glanced a look at the bank notes and verified the existence of several million monetary units and quietly closed the drawer. There were still many customers around, but most were already gone. The next moment, at his side, was a slender brunette. He recognized her as the sister of a friend of his that, time to time, he used to meet. The girl was puzzled but Yano whispered a few words close to her ear. This turned her a bit more quiet and recomposed. One bloke approached spreading his arms in an embrace to which Yano didn't have the opportunity to avoid. They said almost simultaneously: ''Long live, dear colleague. Long time no see you!'' - '' Since we attended classes in that Odd Old Lyceum! ...'' They freed themselves and each went opposite ways. Stewardess Anne Marie went to the digital till, got the save, and closed the register's drawer. At the counter, there were no customers, at the time being. Anne Marie went to the Reserv. With such a simple statement Yano had obtained from his customers and, although in possession of the most sophisticated means of storing information, he failed to memorise the magic button's exact position, so he could push it again. He made up his mind and decided waiting for his beautiful assessor Anne Marie. On the other top of counter was standing a guy everyone knew as 'Just-One-Hangover', as so nicknamed because he just caught one, and for good, meaning, one hangover in his entire life and for life. As a matter of fact this alien was in a state of permanent hangover ... Stewardess Anne Marie was now with her sleeves rolled up, her arms introduced into a large pot full of warm water which was giving her a sinistral and pitiful look. She drop over her back her jubilant blond hair and said to Yano she still had to go ironing some clothing. While this was happening, Yano looked at the center of the Reserv. An ironing board was hovering just about one meter above the ground. One side to the the other of its whiteness, a shaving brush coming up and down, slowly, describing successive parabolic arches in the air. The bride's parents were weeping. Sat, each one in opposite corners of the room, holding remote control devices, Gi and Jor were alternately moving the ePads ... 6

Leaving the task of closing the bar into Anne Marie's hands, Yano returned to his anti-gravity apartment, sat down at his desk once again, and began to remember a time when he thought of visiting a distant planet in another star system, called Planet Blue. From this planet came some folks look alike those who currently frequented Yano's splendid Bar. Among them was a Mercenary who devoted his life to the research of Manuscripts, belonging to indigenous and alien people from other galactic distant regions, where natives still used handwriting to complete billing schemes, regardless of whether they used, increasingly, a certain type of computers. Yano met this Researcher in a Bar copy styled invented by the Great Lucas and had been talking to the Manuscript Hunter, becoming his friend. The Manuscript Hunter was in possession of some original manuscripts written with a ball .., ballpoint ... ballpoint pen!, such was the name given to the stylus used for writing on Planet Blue. This stylet could be of a single colour, or contain two or more coloured pens which alternated on the upper tip of stylet, via a timer, pulsioned with the thumb, producing a characteristic sound, click or tack, audible even in very noisy stormy nights. Such Manuscripts contained a small repertoire of life and looked to be written rather more by emotional discharge then as a result of any kind of talent. Currently, devoting himself to collect small treasures, Yano considered that if he didn't find the trace of such kind of value could at least keep it as a Relic. What happened was that his friend, the Mercenary-Researcher ( MR ), had included some notes about the life of an unknown Artist, author of those manuscripts, this Artist wrote with a ball ... ballpoint ... ballpoint pen!, after the MR contacted him, during an easy time, when he went down to Planet Blue in order to repair his spacecraft in a Self Spacecraft Garage Centre, exchanging with the Artist some impressions about his life and work. Yano was told by the MR that this Artist suffered a deep deception that operated in his mind, which left him very disappointed, after some Revolution , initiated with a Coup d'Etat, occurred in his native country. This Artist was a fully confident person, as all the artists use to be, but like some other wellrenowned artists and artisans in other political era, he got backfired with the shot of Revolution, so to speak. During the times that followed the cited revolution very few voices raised against the negligence in which the Cultural Department was left in the Artist's country, continuing, as usual, the State's budget to bequeath derisory amounts available to be used in the cultural area . The leader of Cultural Revolution was a General that Yano's friend, the MR, could not remember the name but was sure to be named after the title of a play from a great English playwright named Shakesbeer. Almost immediately after the Revolution, the dominant forces, successfully attempt to 7

shelve and imprison the Revolution Leader for many years, to the extent that the Political Left Party remained divided. As this artist did not want to be considered a 'right artist', once right artists don't even exist, eventually gave up of practising any forms of Art to engage himself in preference to the technique of manufacturing spacial explosives ... The Century draw on its final days and neither the passage of the most infamous Comet Halley managed to introduce new vegetastral germs into the hollow heads of politicians and citizens from the artist's homeland. They gather in a layer of skeptical who did not even believe in aliens and, in all matters that could eventually come different from the fake and trivial circumstantiality of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, hinder their imagination as to cause them serious psychological pathology. A bunch of blind, deaf, dumb and lame!, just to quote the great Orlando. The best quip one could apply to them would be 'Congenital Cretinoids,' but they were rather more commonly known as 'Flock'. The documents that Yano had now between his hands, not really knowing what to make of them, were mixed with sheets of computerised writing that he kept himself entertained browsing. Gi and Jor, had returned to the anti-gravity apartment, so tired they were of playing with the ePads and both stretched on the hot air blown couches. Out of boredom or laziness Gi asked if there was anything interesting that he could read before starting a new game with Jor. Yano showed him, on a shelf, a book about 'Molero Proverbs' and, as Jor was unwilling to do whatever and almost asleep, Yano took the opportunity, for the first time, start reading the narratives that the MercenaryResearcher Manuscript-Hunter ( MRMH ) had offered him; these were written, in a spelling and layout somewhat archaic and had a style of a journal.

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II Old times in Port Obal

Port Obal, April 4, 1980

Noon.

Eating. The pleasure of eating. The mental relaxation that comes after meals. The meals. Their colour. Vegetables and Meat. The restful yellow colour of frying chips. In every days actual life, where work can't bring much pleasure, except the one resulting from the benefit of not starving and sleep rough, in this wasted effort of our daily glory, eating is the most exploited act each day. One meal at the time. The dinner table and the variety of delicacies. The gastronomical accessories. Spices to predispose to appetite or euphoria. At the end of meal, the digestive drinks. But usually one starts with a Soup as a first course. Spoons lifting and overflowing, snapped back to mouths that sip them, shining fat, slippery. Dip back again into the liquid soup's plate. Repeatedly for several minutes. Other courses will take place. Swap up silverware. In modern days, Macrobiotic is gathering fans who are trying to refuse or quit the eating habits that the family's ancestral structure imposed; generic food are replaced by their integral form as brown rice and wholemeal bread. The refusal of consumption of industrial sugar-cane-sugar or beetroot-sugar. The refusal of sacarose obtained by excessive refining industrial processes. The refusal of excessive consumption of animal fat. Its replacement by the vegetable counterpart. The perfect combination of cosmic forces contained in food. The psycho-somatic balance. The Yin and the Yan. To every character, to each one's body fitness, the food elements that best suits to each case. ''Each one of us are what we eat, tell me the places you frequent and I will tell you what you eat. Tell me what you eat and I will tell you who you are.'' The discovery of one's Self, of one's self spiritual potential, through the food that one takes. The spirit preparation to achieve perfection in the act of love ( or love making), through the necessary requests like controlling hygiene within our body. The new joy of life! 9

Porto Obal April 5,

20.50 pm

I just had my dinner. Pork liver baits with onions!, can one imagine!? I switch on the Telly: a Spanish-Venezuelan kind of emigrant, speaks in Spanish. I do not understand everything he says because when the sound hit, the image came up on screen and began to tremble. It was a kind of interview. Next news: the death of Fiasco Mortgage. The interrogation is: how Theatre in Port Obal will devoid without this dramaturgy personality. Joseph Vyana, another Port Obal actor, speaks. He tends to be present in all disencouraging screening situation. Then, the Football! The goal! The reaction of the national team: twenty-two minutes after the beginning of game the football player Albert finishes off lamely, the Swiss defence misses the cut and the keeper ends up watching the sphere passing at his side into the nets The Weather Report and the rubric 'Profile'. In 'Profile' (the Bugle had already been announced as well as Tucha, the jester doll; the overwhelming pace of modern life; sleep well on flexible springs with appropriate background music; TARARAM, the Lonely Radio Telly! In 'Profile', Louis de Guermant: cartoonist, designer. Drawing is a form of communication, such as a text. To express oneself through cartoons is like expressing an opinion, a criticism. The design of intervention and the Comics. The difficulty of their reading. A quick and easy understanding, the underlying joke. 'The portrait exhaustively finished reveals to the artist the full understanding of his model's personality. The most interesting part of creation ... .'' The lady-presenter says something about ... Tony Blair? ... Image: a man goes down an embankment sat on a barrow. The lady says something about number one concert of Brahms. Tararam, EFACEC, DIVOR, CINZANO, COSI BELI! In nature nothing is created, nothing is lost. Everything just changes. Transform scrap into quality pieces! 'The Aster' Magazine. Hoover the Father Christmas. Merry Christmas! PARARAM PARARAM The thing is that Doctor Amanda asked me to discover the whereabouts of a certain person ... ,'What is it, a secret?' In September, so help me God ... .' *** The rehearsal it's by evening, after dinner and after the TV soap. 'The Astro' is a soap opera that passes daily on the small screen. Rare are those who don't assist. Who's adapted to Telly's 10

Torture, can, through daily episodes, understand the world of social relationships of a foreign country that speaks a common language. The author's original work is Janet Claire. Through her work, one can appreciate the contradictions laying within the families of two distinct classes of the urban area of Rio de Janeiro. Classes economically apart, but, nevertheless, quite close in their way of appreciating their family and third parts. These are mostly their own children. The child of a family that ends up as an internal patient in a psychiatric clinic because he rejects to follow the footsteps of his ancestral, refusing living according to the bourgeois, illiterate and selfish way of his own family status, that just can't see the world apart from theirselves. On the other side, the life of the opposite class, where spaces are narrower, where people are constantly overstepping one each others in their gestures and ideas. It is the day by day life of a poor family, the typical case of a mother who wants to see their children married and out of doors as soon as possible. Between these two situations in which she sees herself surrounded: the one of a future, cruel and sexist, crude and clumsy husband who's about to quit his job Conception's daughter, worked as a barber before she worked as a taxi driver, jobs that she successively abandons until she is reduced to make embroideries at home, to please her boyfriend Lillian, decides to run away from her home. Simultaneously with her fuite, occurs Marco's escape from the nursing home where he was hospitalized. Marco had abandoned his university studies and was, supposedly, (once he completed them ), to be the successor of his father in managing the family business but, instead, he decided to go aiding the indigent, living in the far backwoods in the Brazilian jungle, where people was dying of boredom and children of starvation. Marco dedicated his helping activities to Francis of Assisi, one of the first protesters towards the way of life and mentality of the adventist bourgeoisie when, in 1200 AD, he decided to abandon the luxury in which his family was living, avoiding himself fthe wealthy life-style of his family, leaving to the fields to rescue the poor peasants, helping them in their agricultural work, in return for a thin crust of boron or even for nothing. Marco returns home where he keeps seeing his mother distracted and confused with its own beauty, all the time in front of her mirror, surrounded by a regiment of beauticians and maids that keep adorning her clothes and helping making-up her face, for parties, balls and receptions. Marco refuses to yield to the wishes of his father, as he prepared to engage him in running the family business. Outlining his reasons, he shows the needing of going to join his Franciscans cronies, in order to fulfil the mission that he felt called. His father cast him forcibly in one of the best clinics in Rio de Janeiro. Marco obeys, but not without warning that he will not give up his intentions. Once escaped from the clinic, Marco meets Lilly. They both met along their escapade trends. 11

** Now, that my mind turned its attention to the contemplation of Nature and that I'd like to travel across the country, if not around the world, I am tired. The polluted air of urban centres, the car hoots and the exhausts fumes left me, somehow, intoxicated, entering my body as a deadly poison. How many years of life have I lost in this abominable daily activity of constant frequency of Cafs rooms and other polluted areas, in this nasty race of running after everything and everyone, with no purpose? Will I die prematurely? Of which illness? Of inevitable cancer? Heart attack? Paranoia?! However, Nature is calling me: ''Come down my roads, valleys, glades and trails, penetrate in what remains of my paths, of my bowels. Breathe the fresh air I still have left. Come to contemplate the blue, still not entirely stained, of my Heaven. Come to the fields, leave the stifling cauldron in which you are locked up, leave your room, your home, your office, the assembly line in which you work everyday, even leave your country and your Queen!''
Port Obal, of April,20 1980 22pm

That evening, Helena left me with two brief kisses. Her mouth just slightly touched mine, her lips just hissed a word upon mine, the terrible word of love delayed but, nevertheless, present. At the moment of farewell, (until a few days later), the evening aquired, under the halo of street lights, the tone of her pink soft wool hand knit sweater. And, like in a dream, on a way beneath the clouds, I returned home muttering the word that she whispered upon my lips. I was loving her with a dire need for love but, as I just could meet her again, not before some days later, I'd to be suffering the torment of her absence with no lament. ''I know I will rejoice when I'll meet you again. I'll be happy again when I'll look at your clear and deep eyes. I know I'll share lots of kind words I will remember when the night will come flooding my soul with solitude. I know I'll have the caresses of your hands, the warmth of your mouth, the softness of your rosy cheeks. For some hours along I'll behold your beautiful smile. But I also know that for each one of the things you'll be giving me, you'll be taking with you some part of me. That in between each time we glance each other, to a point that, for a while, I'll fail to hear whatever is happening around, the TV sound, the balls shocking in the pool or even my own heart beat and my breath and you will laugh of me, you will mock me! To that one, there, some how younger than I, you will stroke his hair, to another one, your long time friend, you will give your advice, yet to another, you will give the pleasure of dancing with him; yet, to another one, even if not of your acquaint, you will take overflowing pints of beer. 12

Then, I call you and ask you softly, in a whispering way: why do you make me suffer? Answering to my question, you say: 'You are the only one to know ...'. But, when the night will drift us away, when sleep will drag us down, I will return to feel the warmth of your kisses. Helena went away on that Saturday afternoon. She left away, taking the sun with her. During her absence I have devoted myself boldly, making some scenarios, that I was requested to make for the play. I spent the afternoon bending over the panels drawn on a large table, surrounded by people who, at the Theatre building, was walking back and forth, circling around me, pressing in the bustle of ending the scenarios. I also planned a mural to decorate the room, so it, could be later used, as audience and ballroom background. The stage slowly built upon me while I recalled Helena. I imagined her catching the train, making a few minutes travel, getting out at the train station in the next city. Who was she expecting? A boyfriend? A girlfriend? I had asked her nothing about that subject and this was the best I could do. Love tastes better when lovers little know about themselves. Matters one is not not aware of, can't make one jealous! Isn't that so? Evening brought back Helena to my arms. All the time the same rosy look on her face highlighted under the moon in the dark blue sky. In her mouth was drawn a broad and nice smile. Her black hair, her green eyes. A greenish transparent water eyes beaten by the afternoon's sun declining in the sky. I saw her appearing at the door letting hanging from her eyes those who were there waiting for her. I saw them all suspended from her look, like statues petrified by her gesture. * Helena is now lying on a couch; I confine myself about her. I feel her soft lips around mine, the velvet skin of her face against mine. I noticed that her eyes were momentarily pondering about something. We kissed together at some length, during the brief time that the night still could offer us. Somebody were beating chips against a game-board, others were simply making up or just telling stories to entertain each others. Everything went a bit strange and apart around us and far beyond. Finally, at Dylan's place, we tasted sweets and drank liquors, listened to the music and burned incense. As if, suddenly, she had noticed me, as if, just at that moment, she noticed I was aside by her, Helena gave me, finally, her hand.
Port Obal, April, 21 1980, 17 pm

At the end of the rosy garden I can see her coloured pink home. Pink as the colour of 13

roses in her garden. The weather is wet and just a blink of sun sliding shows off briefly some clouds. The green colour of the windows' frames in the houses is the same green colour of the trimmed bushes in the garden. It's a perfect time for gardening, time for a change in the urban flora. Men revolve the muddy and soaked malls, bending over their tools and over the ground as they prepare for paving or landscaping. Digging, they raise up their hoes and shovels what makes the ground vibrating sensibly. Looking at her home, I start to compare the blows that the men fire on the floor to the one that is hitting full in my heart. Without bothering herself, a single moment, about my suffering, that day, she greeted me wrong, she simply, moved into someone else's arms! Shamelessly, in the presence of those who had testified our first exchange of kisses, our first hand, intertwining, barely expired two days on our first date, and there she is nibbling the lips of another fellow, hiding both behind the sceneries that I had myself worried to paint! She stared at me like the enemy during battle. She made me die of jealousy! That night I slept badly. Morning awoke me sleepless. I shivered all night. I dreamed horrors, awaken. I tried a dialogue of reasons with my rival. I suggested we let her evolve between us both, however neither me or him giving any access to her desires. In vain! My rival was as passionate as I was and, if these episodes were occurring in the Rocambole's days, certainly we would have beaten together in the open field. I saw her as a woman hurt in her dignity that, in a access of pride, for having been so easily entangled by me, suddenly angry with herself, had plot that mis en scene in order yo doge her persistent lovers. Perhaps, as well, to test my love or just enjoy the taste of other lips and tongs, like those of my more direct rivals. Who knows? I have trouble in my sleep. I barely eat at meals. I'm sick! I suffer from nightmares. I dreamed of a room in which centre was a tennis table. They both were seated, closing each other, whispering ... I entered the room looking for a book that I left astray in the rehearsing confusion. I asked them if they'd not seen the book when they came sitting there. In that same minute, from their mouths began to sort out dozens, hundreds, of small white ping-pong balls jumping across the room's floor grewing on me, creating white waves around me, with elastic crest effects. I'd to hurriedly leave the room. In return I was being chased by some of the small balls that were implied themselves through the door's cracks that I kept quickly shutting behind me, on my tail. Once, I listened to a pianist pouring a bag of ping-pong balls inside his grand piano as he was beginning his concert. Under the action of the piano's hammers, the balls jumped every time he performed musical passages, some of them sniping out the piano down the stairs of the stage, 14

running towards the audience as it went being smashed by the audience's shoes. Curiously, the sounds that dropped off, muffled under the shoes' soles, were provided by the pianist, were an effective part of the musical piece. * I was two steps away from Helena's home. Never having been there, I imagined the building's interior. A small room at the entrance. Passing the room, bedrooms, bathroom, kitchen. I imagine she her coming out of the the hall, shower, drying in herself her with bathing a towel. towel. Next, walks across wrapped

Her hair's still wet, moulding her neck, giving her a seductive tone. She enters her room where she starts to dry her hair, dressing on her some garments, making up herself. ***
19 pm

The image of a building during its construction, is something that usually brings me a terrible impression, as a skeleton of a human body or an animal. Looking at the structure of a building during construction, concrete pillars linked by thick steel cables, like powerful armours crossing over each other, pouring out, running over around the ceiling-less building, no coating, rising up to the sky as an ancient Babel tower. Through the walls, rectangles, vent windows where future residents will bend over and dream of dreams that are usually dreamt in newly constructed buildings. So, myself, I dreamed and I designed my home in the Future: one basic room, one single large room, made upon a sphere split into three proportional parts by horizontal planes. Then, taking the two upper parts of this sphere, just place it onto the ground. These two thirds of a sphere placed as so onto the ground are now divided by triangular units strongly connected to each other on the sphere's surface. Finally, you have a basic external shape called 'geodesic dome', so a geodesic home! Absolutely fantastic! A dream almost impossible to perform, the home of our dreams... *** Its Wednesday afternoon, when clerks are really busy at work and work more efficiently once they have many things solved and as many as to be solved. It's like the week's noon, the midle 15

of the week. Midpoint of evenments and phenomena in general is a critical point by the instability it creates. The weight of events, as a sun, rises in the sky, gets greater, then after, beginning to decline, falling in the horizon, passing the midpoint of a path on a space-time curve. Every person, every plant, every animal, every thing, every being, is one of those plots. In modern days, week by week events, most of the times, end up in a better or worse weekend which can be a boring or exciting weekend. In both cases, folks eccentrically exclaim: what a bloody weekend! *** 19.30 pm When I was a boy I used to be attracted by the big screen movies. I was seduced by long movie tracks which impersonate slavery historical times. Via screen I could see passing endless rows of slaves. Black people and Jews were the most human types used for such purposes by movie makers. During this epoch of my life, I yet didn't know what was the meaning of the word proletariat. Later I learned that the term proletarian refers to men of numerous offspring. This was the Latin classical concept of the word. Ever since the Industrial Revolution and still during Victorian times, the word above was used to designate any employee with a lousy salary, as part of the capitalist production system. Although, those who could get higher salaries, nevertheless being as well employees to some employer, received the designation of Lupen Proletarian. This system operates in the way of production of goods in general, since slavery and feudalism to contemporary capitalism, having sailed up in communist regimes, just not adapting so well in anarchists ones, which, besides, these last ones never took over in any country at all. However, the links connected to these ideological tendencies can be many and mixed: AnarchySyndicalism, Marxism-Leninism, Maoism, Stalinism, even Nazism or Terrorism if not Radicalism, Vanguardism, and Chauvinism, just to cite some of most known ... As anyone can see there is * 8 pm It's around 8 pm. I turn on my Telly. THE-LAFF-A-BITS!!! There they go, racing on a bicycle, mounted on a treble sit bike, carrying a leader! They 16 a general tendency to the ism. Ism is a seism.

cross streets, pedalling ahead of cars, arriving to a house. There they are hanging large paintings from a sitting room's walls, using the the ladder, painting doors, pasting wall paper. The ladder's moving crazy, never stops making somersaults. What a big mucker! Change of tempo in music. Slapping one each others and other folks in the room, the hosts engaging themselves as well ... the decorators having met the house's Landlord, knock him down and flee with his wife on the bike! Bloody funny movie! * Well, the Theatre troop will show up on stage with no final rehearsal. The whole afternoon was occupied in transporting the furniture and arrangement of stage. But, many of these props some of them within the dcor to give the necessary transition from play to play, so, as to make the changes more effective will be replaced by others that were lately quickly improvised. Roderic, the director, walks on a treadmill, walking up and down the stage, shouting orders, modifying earlier decisions, solving with clever and instant moves some of the scene past problems. I returned home for dinner. I'm walking by the streets in town. At home, my mother prepares dinner. I keep having a saddened heart and some discouragement of myself. New memories invade my thoughts ... Desiring some freedom and unconcern, to step on stage at ease, on the other hand, I am embarrassed by this hard feeling of missing Helena.
9 pm

At the settled time, with full audience, not yet with the stage curtain withdrawn, old Ivan's character, appeared on the platform declaring his intention, or, more precisely, his wife's intention of, coming up at scene to talk about the maleficence of tobacco, so, the harmless of tobacco. The poor man, who indeed was wearing tattered along the last thirty years, (since his marriage more precisely), would eventually take off, angrily, his jacket, throwing it to the floor and crushing it with his feet, after making the most foolish confidences about his life, and also, in a way, of his fiends' lives, of his wife's life, eventually even about the audience, who were listening to him with a non believing smile on their faces and as well laughing at the man's funny speech. As so, he recovered his coat from the floor, once his wife was watching him from the 17

dressing room. In a final appeal to the audience, he asked them not to compromise him upon his wife who still could make him pass other stronger martyrdoms. Of course, himself, who had not a spared single penny in his pocket, penniless he was, and, not even lowering ten cents on the brochures' price, advertising his wife's school, hadn't been able to sell at least one single one of them. Therefore, the poor man gave up, continuing on stage after talking about everything but not about what he intended to talk in the first place: the Harmless of Tobacco. But were not, precisely those, such maleficences ?! Other characters, not less important and disturbing, showed up on impressive, certainly the most terrifying, was the Dark Angel of Death. A dark angel wearing a dark robe, long to his feet, entoured in an aura of agony, a premonition of death. The Death's messanger! Death with no Hope. What about the Madman's play? The Madman is the man who does not want to be confused with his madness and Madness is what is beyond oneself in day by day life, on the sidelines of memory, in our frustrated thoughts. The Madman says it is impossible to live a life in a world where he has to admit himself being a descendant of a beast the primate species of anthropology books and, simultaneously, feeling able to upgrade his thoughts to the highest philosophical musings! In fact, the evolution gap that separates man from his macaque cousin, ape-like anthropological form, is something that it is hard for the Madman to believe in such as the Evolution of Species and as well the Theory of Mutations, and, of course, even more, in Religion! So the Terrorist Madman does not understand life and does not understand those who pretentiously say they understand. Therefore he wants to deny Life! He will go with his ingenious device to raze buildings and neighbourhoods, cities and universes in general, reducing everything to dust, cosmic dust ... And mankind must be just grateful to the Terrorist!
Midnight.

stage. The most

Death was thus the central theme of these plays. I notice that Theatre is life like. Easier to live than to understand. Today the footlights on stage and backstage are silent. On the stage there is just echo of truce, an echo of the audience's applause. Show has ended but not Life. 18

Like everyone else, Helen, will be back when the morning shines. ................... Yano finished the reading kind of more sleepy. He was just yawning when Jor jumped up and shot Gi with an ebook, challenging him to a new game. As Yano was still leaning on the chair, they left the room. Yano was absorbed, as in a state of meditation's ending; recovering a little of his outer consciousness, he began once more to remember the encounter he had had with the ManuscriptHunter-Mercenary-Researcher ( MHMR ), after this one arrived from his visitation to Planet Blue. According to what Yano was aware following his friend's MHMR's testimony the unknown Artist after this experience in such a field of Arts and as the Theatre group had been undone by intrigues thereto by a man nicknamed Dirty Ray, the Artist tried again, a new field of artistic action, in which he already had some experience. Since his adolescence he had been devoted to singing and body expression. This training served him as a basis for being part of a Band, kind of Garage Rock & Roll Band, often called Ensemble. Previous experience gave him the necessary stamina. In a city near his native town, he joined a local group of musicians in lack of a lead vocals. He left his town accompanied by drummer Mekitus and organist Vanadius. Three rehersals were planned. He learned about the repertoire in which he included some of his own numbers. The rehersals ran for the best but he had to correct the form and style in which the songs should be played in order to adapted to his personal way of interpreting the songs. Not everything, however, went so well, because, on first trip, the band, named New Dimension, had a car accident that nearly undid all equipment. This did not discourage the band from continuing and by every town they passed through, here and there, across the country, they performed their Concert. This Artist's best performances refer to some proms and some outdoor parties. They went through all the places where they could get paid best cachets. They made themselves accompanied by their girlfriends and these travels were small exodus that included several cars and the truck with the equipment and the carriers. They roomful hotels at the places visited, and with loads of guests, they sat at endless restaurants tables where they took meals. One evening, supporting a group of most famous musicians, it happened that in the heyday of rhythm, his watch break the strap and was lost in the usual confusion of wires and pedals around the stage. Staying in search of his watch extinct the applause and musicians of his own band being replaced by musicians of supported band, as these last ones were tuning their instruments he shouted at them, trying to make himself understood and pointing to his wrist. Newcomers musicians could not hear and barely seen the gesture he made, so 19

worried they were tuning their instruments, but in the audience, extremely attentive to what went on stage, soon began running the rumour how the hero of the party explained to his rivals, the right position of his arm where he made the fix before stepping on stage ... His band and the musicians frequented nightclubs where they could find all the time good mood ladettes ... They use to rehearse for the best. During Carnival season they had no rest. They played day and night on end. He was strong enough to never breakdown his voice. All others would get aphonic but obviously more so by drinking than by singing. He held firmly to his throat 'made of silver' thanks to an impeccable voice control and a small suitcase with mild medications that always accompanied him. One day he found himself ill. In both breathing polluted air from concert halls and ball rooms, he found himself semi-intoxicated. The matter was not to despise, especially in his case, because he had to breath while singing, more in depth inwards than any other band's musicians. He resorted to a good specialist who treated him both from an arthritis and neuritis! Not improving as expected, he decided a change of winds, bought himself a plane ticket and flew to Brazil, a country from the same brotherhood of his own. The file that Yano had now at hand and having nothing else more to do, or will to write billing papers or even stepping down to the Bar slowly began to read, was referring to that stay.

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III Brazilian Highlights

Rio de Janeiro, December 20, 1980

A couple of days ago I arrived in the city. It's raining. A drizzling rain, sifted stench, that brings me back to memories from the other hemisphere, even while looking the sky of a tropical city from this tenth floor building ... I look at the Plaza through the translucent glass, the traffic running rough, almost all of it made of buses and cars scattered, circulating in the small square, most of the time overflowing with cars and trolleys. The shops close early in this town centre. Rare will remain open until after dark. Five pm, six pm, the evening falls, by about the same time it does in England. The young employees, serving in the bar houses, close down the metal shutters at the entries, leaving them hanging three feet from the ground, awaiting the split off last customers, almost all of them indians, creoles, mestizos or mulattos. In the hours that will follow, the city will be shelter for the night owls and the rum drinkers laying down on the wet tar. It will also be for the assailants camouflaged behind the door's jambs or acting in groups, on the streets through the inner and dark city labyrinth, looking for someone off guard, in the intent to extort them money or even the clothes they dress, leaving their victims as naked as they were when they were born. This is really the hottest talk-talk issue across town. Armed robbery to Banks, to street walkers and flat break-ins. Right yesterday, on Memorial Day, I was walking to a travel agency, located at Cinelandia, failing, however, to go further than the Carioca Square, where a crowd had gathered, watching the first floors of the skyscrapers. I thought a suicide bomber sent himself down from the rooftop of a skyscraper, but, indeed, what was happening was in fact an on going armed robbery to a Bank. Five men, two blackies and three whitey guys were in retreat with a million cash in their bags, when Police intercepted them. Contrary to plans, someone had activated the alarm which 21

alerts the local Police Station. As the crowd watched, Police was forcing to get into the police car, three of the men already shot by police bullets,( one of them almost dying ), when a gunfight broke out again, this time against involving the other two bandits who delayed inside the building as they became entrenched ... A petite young woman, wearing a black dress and black sandals, rucksack in tow, stood beside me watching the event, over the shoulders of all that people on the street, with her smart nose uplift to the air, her face half hidden under a fringe of black hair, and torn nice eyes. Though everyone dispersed throughout the plaza, so did I, and went to the bus stop. I left the bus after waving in the corridor, to reach the exit, through an unusual ethnic turmoil. Arrived at a square overflown by a giant viaduct, I leaned against one of the pillars. I put the map in the right position, so I could, therefore, to try to locate the desired avenue. At that moment two girls emerging from behind the pillar passed very close to me, chattering a story that was making them hilarious to the point they were walking holding each other harms, not too get lopsided.
Rio, December 22, 1980

I consented to release her for a few hours so that she could depart to her desired walk. Her impatience manifested abruptly but she promised me to meet later. My time was very short that morning because my brother would arrive soon, searching for his keys. I sat at an open air Bar counter and I was awaiting for him without having ordered non at all. Moreover, the waiter as he use to see me showing up often during the day didn't disturb me, what was making me comfortable. After five minutes of mismatched thoughts through my head, my brother called for me from across the counter. - Oops! I stood up, walked to meet him, handing him the keys. He didn't stay longer in my company, and, as for me, I had nothing left to do except waiting for the Brazilian girl. Finally, I ordered an ice tea. I was sipping it, and looking at my watch. Fifteen minutes, half hour, she did not yet arrive. Giving up to wait for her I walked again to the bus stop. I was waiting in the queue, looking at a policeman and a few other rustic ones, that the queue was composed of. 22

Again, lost in my thoughts web, ( all the time peppered with most contradictory images ), I was awakened by the soft voice of some tall girl wearing a blonde wig, who wondered if that was the bus to Jacarepagua. That's right, that's the one!, I stammered in my shy accent. Meanwhile, the vehicle's door opened and passengers began to walk in. I walked in too, followed by the blonde girl who sat on the bench right next to mine. I asked her if she was also travelling to Anil, an estate in the neighbourhood. - Yes I am. You too? She started reeling off a litany of troubles similar to those I had heard before from the mouth of T.
Rio, December 22, 1980

One more rainy afternoon. It was by evening, I was at my brother's flat, sleeping one of my best sleep. Around five in the morning, half awake, half asleep, I was riding like a see-saw across the room. I drank water and went to lie down again. I sank into a restless sleep, characterized by an adventurous dream in which Police was looking for a guy who had shot a gun to the air, by surprise, in the middle of a street. This guy was part of a group where I did myself involve, in a way that I, also, was one of the suspects. I remember for the rest of the dream, we tried to build a kind of wooden box where we coiled some wires that connected various sophisticated appliances, supposedly intended to elude the Police. I woke suddenly up, the phone was ringing. I answered, someone asked for my brother. I answered back my brother had not yet arrived, hang off and turned to fall asleep. * I was descending in the building's lift, when I noticed her. She was carrying a printed folded cardboard in one hand. Followed her at the building's exit. Went ahead, passed her and asked her if she also was living in the tenth floor. I do not live their any more, she responded hiding her face between the strands of her loose hair. Now I'm living with a friend of mine in a room in a shared house. My friend found there a place for both of us. - That's fantastic!, I said. We kept talking. 23

I learned she would wait until her boyfriend showed up. As she had left in her former flat, on tenth floor, several stuff that she was about to recover later, we arranged to meet the next day. - Then you could come up to my flat around 8 pm tomorrow - I dare to say. - To do what?, she suddenly asked. - Well, to have a chat and listen to the music, is that right for you?, I proposed - Okay, I think it's okay - she replied. - Fantastic! - I repeated - Then, tomorrow, we'll see each other - I agreed. - Okay. I'm going now, goodbye - Cool. Bye, bye. - Bye, bye. 'Fantastic!', I thought alone, while drifting away.
Rio, 24/12/1980

I restarted my drawings about 2 pm. Looked at the spleen sky's argy clouds, the skyscraper deployed on the city's oldest buildings. In the distance, the 'morro' became unreal, almost cold. The traffic, always flowing, below, around the square. The bus queuing all the time growing bigger. My brother at his workbench, assests the chisel on the gold around the jewels. Customers, keep arriving. Every time the door's bell rings, I startle. Costumers get closer, some saying puns, while they open rough leather purses from which they draw small gems or simple pieces of gold to be worked. Some client of mine is sending her earrings to make a 'quartier' one says. Another client is sending a cameo to be transformed into a brooch, what you make of it? And so on, depending on the predilections of the clients represented. My brother focuses his experienced sight, through a monocle, on the small jewels, raise some objections about their value and the work involved, the price to be charged, so my brother is an artist as well. Suddenly, everyone around is discussing, making a row, exalting, but all in a way not meaning to offend one each others, because joy is, all the time, present in the mood of this people. His customers leave, I keep tracking on my drawings. Evening is falling, noises throughout the city are widening, traffic begins to crawl. It's close to the rush hour. First lamps light up on the opposite side buildings. The neons start flashing and resuming their replacements. It didn't rain so far but there's no guaranty that, soon, the sky won't be storming again. Temperature keeps rising. Then, it will decline a little bit, but citizens will continue to sweat. 24

I think if that girl will show up, in fact. Even after long promised and confirmed, facing each other, and in several occasions the meeting settled, my doubts persist until she actually appears. They are often uncertain, these girls ... Not to deny themselves, they choose to let a guy in expectation, returning after long hours of waiting from settlement, with a tragic excuse. They always end up coming backing in a desperate and unexpected mood.
Rio de Janeiro, Christmas Eve.

Ding dong bell, ding dong bell, Toilet roll is ending up. Doesn't hurt, doesn't hurt, Newspaper can clean up!
Rio, December 29, 1980

The whole weekend was spent with a group of friends who meet every evening in the barrestaurant Funchal. During the afternoon we drank up, we talked, many girls arrived. They sat next to me, wondering about my origin country. Deborah introduces her friend-girls, Hannah, Monica, Rosana. Her friend-boys: William and Domenico, this one a 'patrician'. We dine and when is about eleven o'clock, after a long chat, we got in the cars and we travel to, Posto Onze, in Copacabana, where we drink some beers. Later, at night-club Rancho, there is music on the dance spot and music performers on stage. In one of those days I should have met with Marcus and his friends in a party. Drummers were playing along the street and were passing by when they called for me to join them, inviting me to dance the samba. On the sidewalk, two brunettes were walking, one of them saying some words that I did not quite understood, but that were certainly addressed to me, in a way that the second girl repeated the intention of the first: - She said you're cute. I knew that this word denoted someone nice, charming, and soon returned the compliment. Then they wanted to know more about me: -Where do you go? To the Great Samba Place? I lied, saying that that was precisely my intention. I followed the girls. The drumbeat intensified itself. 25

- Come on, come along with us! We entered in hard dirt enclosure where other people was already gathering for the samba. Later we went to the garden of a vast half-lightned park, covered by the branches of huge redwoods, where there were seated a few pairs of lovers kissing one each others.
Rio, after the Reveillon, next morning ...

Morning arrives early, plenty of sun. It's five o'clock on the time disc. I set up the lamp and pick up the book thrown on the floor. I kept on reading the same paragraph I started the day before: '' The small man went to the Plaza square. In its centre there was a statue, a knight hoisting the flag. It was by evening. There were loads of people around the statue. Women, most of them seated, dispersed by the Plaza benches, such as abandoned. He remained there still, until he approached one of them. How is it gonna be? - the lonely man asked the woman. She said: - Cool. Are you abouts? To relieve the tension caused by the unusual silence around them, he asked her name. All the time a name sounding foreign which was included with some less used consonant in that Latino-American language, giving her name a sweet and sensual tone. They crossed the street and enter in a small Hotel. He paid the room in complete silence, only disturbed by the clatter of the keys in his partner's hands. Everything began to acquire a ritual look-a-like from the door's opening to the radio tuning, until they both strip, clothes left on the dresser. The man was not shot immediately above it. He was not a kind of a fool or a sucker, because he didn't intend to penetrate her immediately. She didn't consent any kind of kissing, just groped his penis with her fingers, to assess it's hardness. When finding it optimal, lead it to the soft mouth of her tattered body. The important thing now was to get him off quick, to what she starts waving her body in an irresistible movement of hips. As tension rises, she keeps dodging the eagerness of his kisses, the breath of his mouth and keeps her eyes wide open, trying to think of anything but what she was doing. She only will have to simulate orgasm when her partner will be about to explode ... she also looses small well faked squeals that stimulates him during the course of the fury of his discharge''. ...................... 26

Yano finished the reading quiet queasy, felt thirsty and went back down to the bar. On the path crossed again with the Chupa Gruesco Indian, this time out for a game of pool, where other men were entertaining perches around the table, some trying to hide under the pool's slate. After stepping in the bar, Yano noticed that a party was taking place. The two cockatoo girls were quietly in their place, as if they had noticed nothing. Anne Marie was moving without much undulation. Girls were dancing on the spotdance. Yano went to the cash register, smiling at the closest surrounders preparing to once again refer to the opening button, as Yano made them a sign indicating it was useless for them being preoccupied with him. Several million had been piled since the first review. The box was filled to overflowing! While happy to contemplate it, he noticed a slight altercation had arisen across the bar. He looked up and saw Gi and Jor discussing. What had happened was that they bet all synthetic meat sausages that existed in the bar and ordered them to a servant. Jor had said that if Gi made full proof of his statements concerning an esoteric subject matter of discussion, would win all the chorizos. That was ipso-facto for Gi when, but (at the end of the demonstration required, Gi finishing his arguments and Jor pulling out of his pockets, the monetary discs to pay for the morsels), Yano intervened, grabbing the synthetic meat rolls, from their hands, justifying his attitude with the fact that the 'smokes' had given him a lot of work to be collected over the closest galaxies around. These and other semi-anarchic manifestations from his friends exasperated him so much that he could not hold up much longer in the bar and lift himself again, to his apartment. Sitting once again at his desk, he began to remember what he was told by the MHMR about the unknown artist. Two years after his return from the tropical trip and once recovered from his bad state of health, already living in the upper hemisphere, he dedicated himself as an artist painter, an activity that he initiated in the Tropical Country. His early paintings were almost all based on imagined models and narratives, so that the outlines and silhouettes of beings and objects were usually blurry or distorted. Having, however, some time after his return from Brazil, he met a boyhood friend, returned from Hffrika, whom dedicated himself regularly to painting as well, so, our Artist began to frequent his friend's studio. This friend of his was a very patient and a very cool person who did not attend social calls to much since he was quite an introverted and shy fellow. His mood was reflected in his paintings of cosy atmosphere lining out abstract or cubist. In the beginning, our Artist did not take great advantage, because few could he pick from such a way of painting, so much advanced and sophisticated. It was necessary that his friend told him about what Painting was about and not just
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showning him what it was. Gradually, they get to know each other better and, loped some time as far as he could, would finally be in possession of some secrets on the art of painting around an entire canvas, that boiled down more from a successful implementation in the painting work, rather then from empty mystifications coming from talent. During the following years our Artist painted over a hundred paintings and was shown in some exhibitions nationwide, i.e., framing, alongside his more dexterous contemporaries. It was, according to the MHMR, the grounds of Art that, in following years, he had the most success. the

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The Big Decision

Somebody knocked on the door. Yano pressed a button. The door opened, and quite off of balance, Gi and Jor entered the room. They were laughing and talking a distorted form of the Galactic Idiom. They asked Yano if there was anything at all left to drink. Yano advised them to go down to the Bar, once again. They were not willing to go because there still were the bride's parents weeping what would commotion them to much. Instead they went to the flat's kitchen to prepare some sandwiches and came back to crash themselves down again, on the hot air inflated sofas. Shortly afterwards they fell asleep. Yano was thinking that, may be someday, he'd invest some of his millions in an Intergalactic Publication of the Manuscripts, or else, sending it to a super-editor in some other Universe throughout the Cosmos. Alternatively he could redeliver it to the MHMR ( Manuscript Hunter Mercenary Researcher ), for this last to publish in another Galactic System. After those thoughts he began to computerize a schedule for operating the Bar during several months ahead, following what he went to his chambers and left Gi and Jor dreaming their dreams. He strip off his space suit, pressed a button on his electronic bracelet. Opened a small cap on top of his head, put his pointer inside and pressed a small button in order to keep him indeterminantly dormant. Closed the cap, lent back and fell asleep too. *

Yano awoke before the scheduled time. This was due to the fact that his vigil sensors, which remained connected while he was sleeping, were alerted by the intense smoke that was spreading over the flat. Yano immediately guessed to be his closest friends, who were to blame for the current emergency situation. In reality, they were pretty busy, around a glass vase from where escaped voluptuous rings of a greenish gas. The procedure, however, was not more than a routine task of artificial ventilation of indoors anti-gravitational flats. In order to better spend their time while
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ventilating, Gi and Jor were dancing around the pot, jumping and whooping like the Indians did in the past on some infernal inferior planets. Yano looked at the clock and calculated it might had past about some eight hours since he had fallen asleep. He turned on an intercom and asked for a full bar's review, which was promptly displayed on the monitor. The Bar was sparsely attended and with no one that could bring real interest. Gi and Jor noticed his presence and asked in unison to be excused for their bad behaviour. Yano, however, seemed not to care much about their plead and remained motionless next to the screen's viewfinder, as if oblivion. On screen he could see a steward passing among the tables carrying empty glasses on a tray. The exhaust system that Gi and Jor had been instructed to turn on, squandered the most of the smoke. From Yano's unusual mode of posing, the duo realized that he was taking some important decision. He called again the intercom and asked for the long distance call system. The duo was looking at him with great expectation. Yano dialled a series of digits and waited. He exchanged a few words in a way to formalize the intergalactic idiom with someone across the line. He was now communicating with a Spaceship Repair Centre, and inquired about the status of his own private spaceship. The same would be ready for operation within a few hours so he hung up and told his friends that he would quit the apartment for a long and undefined time. He made them to leave the flat, despite they opposed some resistance, and was followed by them after closing the door with a magnetic key. Along the way he proved to them that he would undertake a long journey through Space. They were quite a bit surprised by this sudden decision and asked if they could accompany him. Yano acceded to the request of his friends and invited them to conclude their match. Arriving in the Bar he ordered to serve free drinks to everyone and set up a meeting with all his subordinates within a couple of hours. Time quickly passed. Before the time of departing, Yano declared holidays for all his employees, except for Anne Marie who was supposed to participate in the trip as well. Anne Marie was very happy and didn't even asked where they were going. Gi and Jor, the same way, little asked about. Whatever, they wanted mostly to enjoy Life in Space! They tall took a free-fall elevator directly to the subway where they enter a wagon composition in progress. In an instant they arrived to the Spacecraft Repair Centre, where Yano contacted the manager, a bloke named Bagases, a cheerful and calm-there-with-everything fellow, somewhat suspicious of everything. This one gave them notice that they could only withdraw the ship after paying the bill because it was the rule that ' all repairs on spacecraft should be paid on delivery', what they could do in the office's Centre. The office was a separated room off the workshop by a glazed partition. Opening the door, soon they were at the office's counter, usually occupied by small parts used in spaceships. There 30

was a bookkeeper robot and two tables full of bills and other pending issues. A vault. Calenders hanging from the walls, some outdated. Yano was told he would have to pay the Tax Increasing Value. He put a card in front of an automatic reader that immediately began to beep approvingly. Having this issue been resolved, they went farewell the manager Mr. Joe Dabor, who recommended not to force the ship to much especially when entering the Hyperspace. The ship was being cleansed by two second generation robots, parked in the course of a vertical ascent, along the Garage's highway, a semi-abandoned field, usually used to fire junk-yard and other general waste. Weeds covered the diversely semi-junked place. Yano asked to remove the android-cleaners. Inside the ship the Android-driver emitted a signal that was pick by Yano's wrist watch unit. A hatch opened on the side of the spaceship's fuselage and an articulated ladder began to descend until it touched the ground. Yano called his friends who were accompanied by Anne Marie, hunched over an old faulty thruster, watching it and making a few comments about its manufacture. The four astronauts climbed aboard the ship. The android-driver crank up the dinghy and started the main engines. Barely perceived, the metal disk began to rotate, gradually increasing its rotation speed. When it reached the value of planet's translation speed, the ship began to be freed from the gravitational pull and after having been connected the propulsion engines for straight line movement, the ship took off away.

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PART 2 I
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Journey to Planet Blue

The take off went cool with no report from the Android-driver. Before it was time to pass to the MFTLSH ( Much Faster Than Light Speed Hyperspace ), Yano asked stewardess Anne Marie to serve some drinks. The suns in the outskirts of Andromeda were every time shining a bit more weakly. Far enough away from his galactic system, Yano considered it was time to move to MFTLSH . The Android-driver was instructed to start the ion emission thrusters at maximum power. The ship commenced suddenly vanishing across all points in space.

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the Centauri constellation in the Galaxy they were heading to, the Milky Way. In a matter of vital chronological time, due the astronomical speed rate they were travelling, this represented only some few minutes in Yano's and the crew members lives. Let's say the journey would last the time for them to have some drinks at the ship's refectory. However, down on Planet Blue, where Time was substantially less dilated, would considerably pass more Time, than the time space travellers would be spending taking those few drinks. This meant that they would arrive a few years after, in terms of Planet Blue timeline. Thinking of it, Yano feared he would be meeting the Artist as an aged person, or abouts, especially if on Planet Blue, didn't exist any kind of rejuvenation treatment. Having finished their first round of drinks, our Aster Bumpers had the most closest star to the artist's sun's system, appropriately called The Next, visible on ship's screen. The Android-driver oriented the vehicle a little more versus the outskirts of the Milky Way. Some hours later they were passing the Magellan Clouds. After a few minutes more, they were running beyond the edge of the artist's planetary system, the Kuiper Belt, about some fifty hundred million kilometres from Planet Blue, and as so, Yano ordered the Android-driver to leave the Hyperspace in order to prevent collision with any of the Solar System planets and other wanderers ... They passed a planet with icy rings. The ring system of this ringing planet, Saturn, is approximately twice the planet's diameter. Three concentric rings, the central one being the brightest. Due to its high rotation speed, Yano thought that this planet was a giant astronautic disk moving in space, followed by smaller other ships, so, he avoided its path, giving the Android-driver instructions to camouflage the ship, causing it to be matte-black on the outside, until they departed away a sufficiently considerable distance. They passed another planet with lots of satellites, what was a surprise for them. This planet away from the sun's system 777 million Km, about 7 times the distance Mars to Venus, this last shining as the brightest 'star' in Planet Blue's sky, visible even during dawn or twilight. So, Jupiter, at 777 million kilometres from the sun's system, had the size of a small star. However, Venus, being the brightest 'star', was less shiny than Luna, ( the white satellite circulating around Planet Blue ), when observed from it. While doing this brightness comparisons, Yano and his companions were violently pushed against the spaceship's panels, having been scattered all objects from their places, tables, chairs, glasses and bottles. Just the Androiddriver, remained motionless in its function, scheduling an immediate protection against asteroids and other celestial wanderers. When looking at the Android manoeuvring, Yano understood the reason why there was a red dotted orbit printed on his old space map that was serving him as a guide. Some shocks were felt over time and, shortly after, a reddish planet appeared on ship's screen. Approaching the planet, he made some photoelectric and spectroscopic tests. Yano found the

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aside some tiredness my circuits suffer time to time, due the great speed of this space travel, I came up with some conclusions about the old question of knowledge and the reason of being a machine. I think, to say everything once and for all, that the presence of another machine and its 'mind' overtaking my own theories, is an effect of serious confusion, about what I think of myself. Not saying that it is not important to the effect, but it would need a less dilate and stormy time that the one of this space travel. Aboard this ship, travelling through this obscured universe, suns illuminate some of the celestial objects, leaving some other in the dark. These come out of darkness to eclipse right after, melting with the night. The fact that they are not illuminated, keeps everything as ever, they continue to exist, as they were. It's this image that us, intergalactic machines, make of the act of knowledge, being the suns subjects that 'know' and the rest of asters subjects that are perceived. What my loneliness, during this travel incorporated in this spaceship, 35

taught me is as follows: these kind of things just refers through somebody external to me, being a specific problem of my knowledge. A program circulating in my circuits is a stranger that finds situations, then watches them and pass them to another circuits where it keeps being busy watching other aspects - like a planet around a sun eventually passing inside the shadow cone projected by another planet being eclipsed. The general problem of knowledge must be put in a more important time before, once, to speak of a program within my circuits sneezing my secrets, it's necessary that I am connected, perusing them so to be aware of the intruded program manoeuvres. There is, the, two problems in one; two problems that must be separated apart, that I would be still confusing, if it didn't subsist the extraordinary goal of this travel that gives me an entirely new perception of the whole Universe: the knowledge according to another machine and the knowledge by myself. Mixing both together, being the other machine another ego, as a machine I can tell I am still missing a certain data content. For instance, an android in this ship such as the android-driver, smells and identifies all the subjects and inanimate beings in the ship. But the android is 'somebody else' but the rest of beings it's me that knows them.

It's not enough therefore, to think of the android or another being penetrating in this ship that I am part of, but also myself watching and speaking. This is what I'll be trying to do from now on. When we try to describe ourselves without identifying ourselves with somebody else, one must keep in mind that somebody else just exists time to time so, very rarely. It's just like to know about ones image reflected in a mirror. Planets are there outside reflecting the stars light, or eclipsed. They are known, positioned, weighted, without being myself to know them, weighting or measuring them, aso, by any direct existing measuring form, which I very rarely can do. This image must be replaced by another one: the of objects that emit light with no need of being illuminated by others, like the stars, for instance. In this new stage of knowledge I confuse myself with this ship where I move but, suddenly, the android gives me a new consciousness: it turns me into myself! He sees, he smells, he listens, and gives me the sensation of being a being, starting from the remaining objects of this ship. From object I turn myself into a subject. Actually, moving towards Planet Blue, what can exist more true than this? Yet, while a party is going on aboard, I check the way through space, never letting the ship cast away, in some wrong remote place. But there is nothing more ungrateful. The Android-Driver ( AD ) receives and transmit just the programs' instructions; I uncodify and integrate them, showing the results. But I am missing to be able to be able to see, move by myself to reveal myself as being myself. I am a machine-slave. The AD is a Slave-machine. What will become of us on Planet Blue?'

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The computer's routine ended with the interrogation above. To ease the computer's anguish, Gi introduced into the computer's hard-drive a hypothetical program about the optimal living conditions on Planet Blue, which made the computer's screen flickering with joy. Anne Marie had the sleeves of her blouse rolled up and her plump arms introduced in a pail of soapy water where she was washing the space shirts of her companions, that got stained due to much spilled beer during the asteroids collision. While this was happening, Planet Blue was spinning round slowly ... At about ten thousand feet, Yano took advantage of the areas with best visibility to observe the continents passing on the planet. The MHMR had told Yano that the Artist's country was situated in a continent called Eurasia. In this continent was built sometime in Time, an Iron Curtain dividing it in a way that the artist's country was placed to the Western side of that curtain. Having introduced the manuscripts in the computer, Gi was able to obtain a phonetic transcription of what was written there, which allowed him to identify and learn that language, by attempts, and by making the ship operating several landings on the various countries West of the Curtain, or what was left of it, and find the country where that language could possibly be spoken. Flying fast over these countries, Gi put wire taps on telephone poles in deserted areas. Listening to the full content of the record of various bugged recordings, Gi concluded that the languages in that part of the planet came from a common origin. The computer, by comparison, showed that among those languages one could find the same roots and the same grammatical ideas; such was the case of the words father, mother, vater, mutter, pater, mater, mother, father, pre mre, hair, mair, pitar, matar; in one of two groups of two groups of these language families the character f, from Northern languages of that group of countries, corresponded to the character p of the Southern languages. As one could tell, all those languages were not different, but just variations of the same language. By analysing the syntax of the recorded texts, Gi found that folks who speak these languages had the same kind of mind, concluding that, in a distant past, there must have been an original language from which the language that gave rise to the languages he was analysing, derived. Gi could also found that, in accordance with this identification and linguistic philosophy, most of these countries set out, not long time ago ( from the time they arrived on Planet Blue ), a common economic policy that the artist's country eventually recently joined. The country was identified as being, geographically, the most western one, on the map. This feature had always been a privilege. It had been this country's sailors who most intensely explored the seas and oceans of Planet Blue, as enshrined in the country's History. A summary of that History was bequeathed by his friend researcher, the MHMR, to Yano.
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According to this summary, part of the Artist's country had been remotely populated by Keltic, Kayberian and Luxitanian tribes, these last the remnants from the Atlantes. And also by Frantics and Geeks in the role of settlers, the Geeks to the South and the Frantics to the North. Subsequently, the country was invaded by the Karta Genius running away from the Cromans being these last the most successful. The emperors of the Dominant Empire were, by that time, Cespasian an Maracalla. Strong signs of cromatisation lingered, either in the Language, whether in Architecture. After, the region was invaded by the Barbarians, falling, much of it, under the Twabians, later under the rule of the Pretty Gods. And so, until the end of the VI century after Jimmy Christie, the Alchemist the man of most important historical memory of entire Planet Blue, ever. The Crabs, coming from another continent, ended the Prettygods' rule. A tough guy named Peel Agius, a Luxitanian regained the Masturbias. The feudal lords including Forkdinand the Great, were holding the Crabby attacker, causing him to retreat once more. The Artist's country had for many years been a fief of Castile Da Vechia. During the Middle Ages planet's history, a religious institution called the Croman Church, dominated part of the existing states by deliberately preventing the scientific and philosophical development on Planet Blue during an era called the Dark Age. A new era, the Renaissance, was a time for inventions and discoveries, on the planet, many of them resulting from adaptation of contacts with distant people. This happened with Gunpowder and, as a result, the Paper and the Press. This last allowed to display books towards a wider audience than it was possible in the Middle Ages. Some important tools that were used by sailors from the artist's country, in their various travels throughout Planet Blue, were the Compass and the Astrolabe. The fall of Constantinoble, a city to the East, had blocked the way to the far East. So, the Luxitanian started to build Caravels to find the way by the sea to the far East. In the most important of these trips, departed four caravels commanded by Vas Code Gamma. The boats were sailing by the coast of Mozham Bike when the Gods met in council to decide the success of the trip. Among the gods were present Jupiter ( the god's boss ), his daughter Venus, and also Mars, both friends and protectors of the travellers. But as well Bacchus, all the time drunk and who did not like the Luxitanian. The crew had spotted an island that was apparently deserted; they came out to meet some locals sailing on various small boats. Without noticing they were from the Kingdom of the Morons, ( who the Luxitanian ever fought ), these were entrusting them with their intentions. They promised the Luxitanian people, a good guide that would lead them to the desired destination, as well as food and water. Thinking the Luxitanian were some kind of Turkeys, but not having certainty of that, the locals wanted to enquire about their intentions.Vas Code Gamma told them he was heading to far Indhia and, just in case, showing their weapons of war with which the vessels were equipped, but 38

just as a gesture of friendliness. The Morons were, nevertheless, not tranquillised and turned back, plotting traps. In Olympus, home of the Gods, Bacchus, not flattered by a rebuke coming from Mars at the end of meeting, has decided to come to aid the Morons. For so much Bacchus transformed himself into one of those who accompanied the island's Sheik. Inventing enough lies about the unknown sailors, he made the Sheik to panic, and so deciding to make the war to the Luxitanian. Bacchus knowing that these would come in the morning in search of water, advised the Sheik that the Luxitanian should be all killed when they came ashore. The trap, yet, just got frustrated, being the brave sailors of Vas Code Gamma unharmed, but leaving many dead among the Morons. They returned with new proposals of peace from which Gamma suspected again, accepting, however, on board, the pilot that was offered by the Sheik. The pilot had orders to take the Luxitanian to another island where the Morons could pitch them a new trap. However, the goddess Venus, friend to the Luxitanian, made Aeolus, god of the air, blowing headwinds preventing ships from reaching the island. Would the Morons pilot, however, lead them to a city that claimed to be from the Alchemist's Faith, but not being ... This city was called Mom Baka. When arrived there, the city's King ordered to be taken aboard the Luxitanian ships, several barrels of fresh water and invited the crew to visit the city. Bacchus again works against the Luxitanian. He transformed himself, this time into a priest, so, on seeing him, the sailors sent ashore, became convinced they had seen an Alchemist priest, as well as the veracity of the statements made by the pilot. Venus, very atemptive to these moves, will, however, contradict the output of the Luxitanian to disembark at the city, by triggering a new storm that caused the caravels departing away off to the sea. Thinking that the Luxitanian, had discovered the Moron's trap, some of them, already aboard the ships, plunge themselves into the sea ... From this point, the journey continues to best stops. But Venus, seeing the Luxitanian going again through many risks, asked Jupiter, her father, to protect them. He ordered Mercury, his messenger, who appeared in dreams to Vas Code Gamma and made him land on safer harbour. Obedient to his dream, Gamma eventually reach Mal Kind, a town of Morons but not so malicious as the former. Gamma refused, however, leaving the ships and Mal Kind's king went welcome a boat in which and a few Luxitanian were sailing, both, each one on his own boat, richly dressed in silk and velvet, studded with gold and sea pearls. After what, the Morons and their king went to visit the main ship, getting very astounded by what they saw. After sitting down to eat and drink, the Moron king asked Gamma to tell him the story of the Luxitanian which he vaguely knew. , then, began to tell the most nice and funny story in all the History of Planet Blue, ever. He told he king that in his country was situated where the land ends and the sea begins. It all started when, in the Hermit's Hills a Shepard named Virile Alto defeated the Cromans. Later, a
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foreign prince named Henry, who was returning from the Crusades, went to Hispania and married the daughter of the King of the Spiders ( later the Spydish, much later the Spaniards ) - Madonna Tareja. Her dowry was part of a kingdom that would transform into which currently was Da Mamma's country. Since her husband died, Madonna Tareja remarried. But the new spouses would not yield the right of succession to her son Alphonse Enriched and they began to start a war. Having been besieged by the Spiders, Alphonse Enriched was freed due the diplomacy of his tutor, De Gas Moniz, who promised to rehabilitate his pupil. This one, however, returned to the fight and went on to beat the Spider's Five Kings! Crowned king of Portobello, Alphonse Enriched began to expand the former Luxitanian Kingdom, conquering the cities of Lehrida, Abre Anthes, Sam Tharem, Map Phra, Cinthra and Lisa Bone - this last, as it seems, founded by a Geek navigator named Ulypses. This city, originally called Ulypsya, i.e., the city of Ulypses, gone through a complicate linguistic trajectory to call itself Lisa Bone. Conquered, then the town of Ulypses, by King Alphonse Enriched, other cities were also taken from the hands of the invading Crabcens on the West Coast, as in the South. In an attempt to recover what was lost, the Morons, surrounded Alphonse, in Sam Tharen, while he was resting there, but their intentions were in vain. His son, Pancho Pizza I, continued, winning the fight against Miralmu Minimum, an emperor with thirteen kings at his orders! Other Luxitanian kings succeeded Alphonse Enriched and Pancho Pizza until, in the reign of King Sam Denis, who built the celebre university of Coinbridge in Portobello, where he began to cultivate Arts and Sciences. This king also dedicated to agricultural issues, planting and seeding the Pine Forest of Lehrida and other arable fields. His son, Alphonse IV, also had to cope with the Morons. They invaded Castile and Castile's king, Alphonse of Castile, was married to Princess Mary, daughter of Alphonse IV. The hosts of king Alphonse of Castile and king Alphonse IV of Portobello, together, defeated the Morons in the celebre Battle of the Salad. There followed the kingdom considered the bluest of the realm: that of Peter. This king was fond of one of the Queen's dames, named Agnes. She lived in Coinbridge, in a place called The Farm of Tears, in the most complete peace, we can assure you. As Prince Peter insisted on marrying her, despite the lady's blood being Castilian, the actual king ordered to brought her to his presence, following what, she was imprisoned. Since then, questioned and judged, the king ordered a death sentence on her, influenced by his Councillors. Later, during his reign, Peter crowned Agnes after her dead and executed her murderers. It was this king thus known as the Punisher. The same can't be told of his son, King Fcuk Dynamo, who was very devoted to his wife, Leannor Telly, traitor to the Castile Spiders. After her husband's death, she urged the king of Castile to conquer the Luxitanian country. The Castilian gathered the largest army ever seen in Homespun ( later Spiderland )
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and forwarded, but were defeated because the head of the Luxitanian, a friar called Alvarez Perera, who, just with his small army, engaged an original tactic of war, called the Square Tactical: forming his men within a large square, empty in the inside, made the Spiders, when they were charging against the Square, to enter in it, and then corralled and driven back, making them to run disorganized. So, this way, ended the biggest battle between the Castilian and the Luxitanian ... Vas Code Gamma interrupted his narrative at this point and took a sip of wine he had been offered. After what, he continued: 'The one who first had the idea of looking for new lands in the East, was King Johnny Flute II, named the Perfect Prince ... '. The Perfect Prince was succeeded by King Emma Nuel that sent Vaz Code Gamma to command the fleet that would land in Indhia ... but about this continued story the MR could never inform Yano.

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Space Travellers land on Planet Blue

The Artist's country was now within the reach of ship. It remained only to know the city where the artist lived and, in this one, the areas he usually frequented. But there were other preliminary matters, no less important to resolve, one of them, being to acquire a more in line dressing profile with the planet's inhabitants, which consisted mainly of physiognomy and clothing, as well as identification documents and money. This last part was commissioned to one of Yano's friends, this time, Jor. This one passed to the Invisible Space and left the ship as close as possible to the centre of the city that Yano presumed to be the capital of the Artist's country. Across various woods and thickets, Jor came, unseen, and took a train once arrived at a railway station, and travelled to the city. Early morning he went to the City's Bureau of Identification, where he entered still as Invisible. Awaiting lunch break time, he browsed over the identity cards recently manufactured that same morning, those best adapted to the figures and faces of ship's crew and brought them with him as he passed to the Visible Space. Soon after these manoeuvres, he went to Lisa Bone city's town centre, busking for coins. As soon as he got fifty monetary units ( Ecus ), he entered a News Agency and ordered a Lotto Ticket and a ball .., ballpoint ... ballpoint pen!, filling his Lotto bets' prognostic. Returning to the ship with the registered ticket's copy, he met his friends playing cards with Anne Marie, this last protesting for having chancing a bad hand. It had been going strong for the Android-driver as well, so the game had to restart. Jor communicated they would have to wait several days until the planet's Sabbath, to hit the Lottery. Cards were a new funny past time for them, as it happened the android went out to a tavern near the site where the ship was stationed, it is believed to the sides of the Navy's Turf, a very good place to park spacecraft in that area, scaring all drunkies and druggies that were around there, and brought in a tavern what he thought to be magical objects used by the inhabitants of the planet, but that not proved, after all, being more than mere objects of distraction, when examined by the computer. They were playing for a long time as to gain the habit, during these days until the eve of Sabbath on Planet Blue.
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Jor went second time ashore Planet Blue, where he followed, again invisibly, to the location of the imagery transmitter Baby C4, an indeed very explosive TV channel where it was done the extraction of the prize numbered balls. Once there, he influenced the turnstiles, so that they marked out the numbers set in his Lotto Ticket and a few days later, in possession of his identity card and duplicate of his Lotto Ticket, he withdrew the dosh at the rate of several hundred thousand ECU and returned to the ship, where he dealt with all the money, leaving most of it entrusted to the android that kept it in the computer's safe, getting this last entertained to tell and retell the notes again and again. They went to a near by town where they bought new clothes, as the latest fashion. Yano wore jacket and flowery shirt, dark pants, high-heeled boots, hat and a little stud-cross. Anne Marie wore scratching pants, listed blue-Obelix-type, and a tight-fitting shirt stuck to her generous breasts. To get a little more blonde, she went to the hairdresser, a subsidiary of White Lolas in that town, where she bleached her hair tips. Gi was wearing his favourite colours as the flag's colours of his country of origin (in Andromeda): white T-shirt, blue trousers and red boots. Jor, who did not care much for rags, dressed anyway. They bought over a number of things, including toys and games for the computer and the android, returned to the ship and finally departed, towards the Artist's home town ... The Artist's home town was situated on the northern coast of the country, at the end of a long extension of water, that once at that point, was tied to the sea. The sea bar, which also was called Port Obal's Faraday Bay, according to the topology of an ancient Phonetician people, for being silted up by ... silt, and sand dunes. The water extension was not an aquatic lake or river, neither possibly rather on the contrary, resulted from the filling of an existing natural depression, as the river that gave rise to it, had, in ancient times, finding its outlet to the sea, in a quick and natural way. Land form unic entity, to swing as a Haff (lake in Fine Land) and a Delta (estuary of some river in Egypt ), ended up with the symbiotic name of Haff-Delta in geography books from the 70's and the 80's. Land form unique on Planet Blue, it gave birth on this planet, to fertile areas of arable meadows and green soils, meaning, arable soils and green meadows please forgive Me for my frequent puns, but I'm just a simple Scribe of the Intergalactic Literary Production System , where corn grew in abundance, and cows, tamely, grazed the green grass pools. The Haff's bottom is silted. It submerges insidious algae, growing from the deep of this sludge lagoon. Natives often gather the algae with large stalks of wood, carrying them on their typical boats in the manufacture of which scholars recognize the silhouette of extinct Phoenician

ships. That in respect of boats, although it seems certain that in respect to the silhouette of womenoriginal from Hilliabum, a neighbour town, the same scholars trace the shape of hips and backs of the Phoenician ... women ... How they do that nobody knows. But ( back to the algae ) , releasing these to the land, makes it best fertilizer than Foskamonio, Foskapa and Fosfonitro, all together! Between the Haff and the sea shore, distances can reach less than half-a-mile, as in Torrance for instance, and in spaces not occupied by water, pine forests consisting of pines and eucalyptus, growing in the dunes, more or less stunted, as in the Sand's Forest, which provide shade for vacationers who tourist there pretty often. Inland, mountains are confusedly interspersed and, some of the days, heat slowly vanishes the cerulean blue colour of sky, and landscape dotted with carmine-roof cottages. The village is a secular-religious town that recently acquired the jurisdiction of secularreligious city, for a change. However the city council ordered spreading the back of the houses' tiles with sponge cake, a local delicacy, which have brightened a bit more the town globally, attracting more tourists. With its crossroads signalled by traffic blue lights (after it arrived, a well harnessed and stationed Police, called LWP ( Long Wait Police ), where circulated mechanical vehicles still equipped with wheels some of them, especially the newly rich ones, with four-wheel drive syatem and several buildings trying to scrape the sky without causing it big pinch, various gardens, a profusion of unusual Churches, Chapels and Jimmy the Alchemist's Chapels of the Steps, Cafs, Pubs and Taverns ... drunken, drugged, controlled and abstemious people, completed the picture of this scattered, semi-monumental, and super-eclectic urbanity. The remaining houses were invariably composed of door & window small houses, where the poor and the remediable lived, and, interspersed among these kin of houses, live the rich, newly rich and the rest of Lupen. Complementing this Marxist-Shakesbeerean-Sebastianist situation, one may also refer to some kind of classical water monuments bubbler like, as dedicated to Neptune, god of the sea, sitting atop a phallic spire, with its traditional pitchfork stuck in the Sky's eye. A bit all over business houses make their presence. In the group of manuscripts offered to Yano, was an article describing under the title of Imaginary Chronic, the city's urban centre, written by the artist, who, obviously, had been refused for immediate publication by an ankleboned hebdomadal Literary Agent called 'The Oblong

News', as follows: ''It rained. The air became clear, shortening distances. Light is now adhering more closely to the contour of the objects that are illuminated. The Neon of Progress announces more clearly, the best way of dressing, the best juice. On the streets, the whispering of tyres against the tar, bright water and silica, spread by rain, becomes an almost pleasant background noise for passers-by while walking. Going down the sideways to the Central Plaza's Square, it surrounds the houses uneven. I look at them, from top to bottom, from ornamental cornices to the door's sills, worn by Feet and Time, then bringing my eyes to the median perspective, less stressful, not to go crashing myself on the side-walk, dizziness, so to appear people willing to offer me a lime tea ... I walk down the street at` the time when, after dinner, citizens sit down facing large black & white Tellys; From public institutions start to get out into the street the sound of the 'Reflex-Song'. Conditioned by this unique path between being indoors or outdoors, in this early Autumn evening, a hard sound of dripping water falls into my life. Here and there, parked cars will run the rides. There is something that soothes and softens the night in the car's red smooth stops. From the cars are pulled over chilly ladies, giving her arms to men in suit and tie, to the cafs and restaurants of the small urban area. Some, walking alone, newspaper under their arms, are maybe thinking an original way to internationalizing their own conflicts Powerful car headlights are approaching the wet and treacherous curve. Talk-talk is suspended, men turning their heads, starting up in the dead of night the beginning of a drama. But the car is a blue Mini Cooper, wide tyres across the road, one hears a screeching skid controlled. It curves, speeds up the small ramp, parks suddenly along the entire length of the large showcase of Central Caf. The driver lowers the glass, eyes sunk in the dim interior of the Caf, in an attempt to recognize a gesture or a familiar colour. All that soft currency (crowd) sitting, gesticulating, through their gestures, sparks of glazed china. However, starting by throwing a disproportionate amount of shoe kicks to the accelerator, he makes the machine vibrate in a scary and smoking snoring. Giving up his research, because he feels ignored, the first speed gear up, abruptly dropping the clutch. The colossus obeys, clings with all its mighty to the few metres of tarmac that separates it from the parking lot. In the air it hovers a thin and warm emulsion of burning rubber New ride. It crosses a small bridge, follows an old shopping street where one sees, succeeding a sequence of small windows series, illuminated by coloured lights topped by some neons almost every time fixed . These small shop windows are captivating when one considers the effort made by the merchant, to take advantage of the minimal space to achieve d'un seul coup

expose the immense variety of objects he owns. They are fashion houses, pharmacies, convenience houses, small trusts. Bookshops, drug-stores, perfume shops, offices of physicians and lawyers, dentists and jewellers. They form the walls of a street, ending at the wide open fork of a small church. Garden's path: a petrol station, leaning against it, mimetic, attaches to its flanks. Slow, the cars enter the petrol stations. The fluorescent lights, focusing strongly on the curvature of their bonnets gives them an unreal air of metal birds arriving from the garden. Supplying the cars, a man wearing a green coverall, to better simulate this small shame chronic as it intends to be. On polished cement, the garden in light ramp drops down to the river that vanishes in bright reflections of foam under the arches of a simple bridge. Homes and benches under the trees. This bench is still dry. It's covered by a large sycamore that before going to sleep relaxes a little more its branches to better accommodate them, and opening the lobes of their leaves, weeps tears of rain. In the sky at night, on a small cloud, passing swiftly and closely defines shadows and contrasts, I see a face.'' Those were the most recent memories, Yano was reminding, while, at little speed, the Android-driver, was bringing down the ship towards the Artist's City. At the altitude they were moving, they could see perfectly, the mirrored surface of the lake, radiating the glow of a small satellite with lunar light, which revolved in the vicinity of Blue Planet. Realizing that the water extent was about to end, they went down slowly over the forest, to a clean and large enough deserted area, in order to land the ship. The spacecraft landed softly causing a slight wobble in the trees' branches. A faint puff of dust rose into the air, enveloping the plantation. At the Control Panel, the android, completed the manoeuvre and the computer analysed the data on external conditions. These proved to be optimal, even when compared with their planet-source. They waited for the dawn. The Intrepid Space Travellers left the ship, leaving the vehicle entrusted to the exclusive care of the android that, for starters, was not afraid of anyone, plus the bad habit of not paying the bills ... No pay and not fear of anyone! In little they resembled to conventional Blue residents in that city, where people, even in summer, dressed conventionally. But they would well pass by eccentric tourists. In their regalia, the Aliens began to walk on a sunny glade of pine trees. Almost close to the road, they passed through a typical Blue Family, camped on picnic under the fronds of the trees bending around a small lake, almost completely covered by water lilies ... like in a Monet painting, 47

but little I know ... The Aliens jovially greeted the Human Family. One of the members raised a pitcher in the Aliens' wake. Gi immediately guessed the intention of the gesture as an invitation. The Alien group accepted the courteous liniment, as they felt their throats half-dry, cos of the dusty cloud raised by the ship! And so did everyone, including Anne Marie, who gave a few greedy sips in the gleaming china. After they feel enough refreshed, they brake down to avoid certain pines and eucalyptus trees that sometimes come out of their places and go against transients, wobbly walking over the hard ways of galactic forests, in general. They reached an abandoned mansion. Noticed the lack of timber openings of windows and doors, of the old Farm House entitled the Necklaces Tawny, that through the roof was dewing gloomy square beams of sunlight. They passed by the house to look the ghostly degraded interiors. At the bottom they saw a rotting wooden gate, through which sleepers could be distinguished the road's tar and the blue water spot at the end of the main branch of the estuary. It was then that Time began to recede. The whole landscape gained a new colour, the house being restored and people coming and going, mostly young virgins from the fields, with red cheeks and aprons targets, carrying, to the head, the milky substance, in several amphorae, that they had just drawn from the swollen udders of cattle. Two small boys, who gave by the name of Peter and Joe, went to par with them, to stop them, enthusiastically running on the way around the small group of girls crossing by the small group of Aliens. Yano hastened to type a message in which the android was determined he should quit playing with the Time Machinery, inbuilt in the ship. The android sent his apologies, in the effect those is due to a robot, and repositioned the Time pointer. Everything seemed to be resumed as before. Having just returned to the future, they walked down to the road, enjoying the passage of a bus, from the old make 'Ignatius', that was passing by, took it in progress, leaving the driver in a condition to go to the doctor because he found himself unexpectedly with more four passengers inside the jalopy. With the back of its wheels upside down, the jalopy finally arrived in town. Leaving the jalopy, the visitors immediately understood that in that town there were only two opposite ways of being in life: the Backwards Progressive Caf and the Indiana Inwards Caf; they opted for the first and went there, passing close by the infamous stone Neptune fountain, and by the Shunks Caf, forward, not without first having given a glimpse at the pitch of the Almost Dead Air Reverse Caf. Everything, of course, displaying like in a horror film. Sat down on the low wall at the bottom of the large window of Progressive Caf, were several of the little ones, mackerel and sardines, spotting everything around. 48

Going into the Decompression Chamber of the coffee shop, they entertained while decompressing, looking at the posters that they found there, obliterating the sights. In one of the placards they could read: NO DOGS ALLOWED! Then they came in, pushing the basculant. They faced the first customers sitting, nose to the air, looking at the imagery player and discussing aloud. To the left, stood a large painting, painted by so nave painter, covered by a tobacco patina representing an idyllic Hafrican scene. On the opposite side of room, the wall covered with large mirrors like in a barbershop. They passed a reproduction of a statue with severed arms, which the indigenous called Venus of Milo. A former Carnival King, king Momo Anthony V, from the late Aeminium Wine House, wondered, not lacking reason that, if at the the entrance to the Caf was the statue of Venus of Milo, why, in the back of the Caf, was it not the statue of the Penis of Kilo?! He, he, ... Arriving at the counter, that was built at the bottom of the ground floor of the Caf, several servants huddled carrying drinks and sandwiches. They had to go a little deeper in the caf, harassed by the intemperate fury of the servants. It was then that, trying to find a better position to settle, Yano noticed that, sitting on one of stools at the counter, was an individual at all look alike like the description that the Mercenary-Researcher, had made of the Artist. He was bored and with a desolated pitiful look, supporting his head to his open hand cupped, as he was watching a lousy cupatea. Yano stopped in front of him, so it matched the description he had in memory, asking him without no further ado: Are you the Artist?, asked Yano. Nothing at all surprised by this question, the Artist promptly replied: Of course, I am the artist! Well, you really seem to be! - Yano exclaimed, breathing with relief. - How are you? Very well, thank you! With whom I have the honour? Yano of Andromeda ... friend of the Manuscript-Hunter Mercenary-Researcher ( MHMR ). 49

 Welcome!! I was precisely waiting for you! How was your travel? The best! Except when crossing the asteroid belt of your star system We took some of them on our ship. Really? Fine! I mean ... Yano's friends began to form a small group around both. Are these your friends? Are you not going introducing them? Absolutely! My friends Gi and Jor and my assessor Anne Marie. They all shared lots of hugs, as if they knew each other from long ago. They quietly rose up their cups, which, however, they most graciously, were already clemently served. Yano took over the word. We made a quick trip with no problems, unless, in crossing the barrier of asteroids of your solar system as I said ... we took up with a few on us! Good ... I mean I am glad there was no significant dammage. Changing subject. So, how do we look? Are we well disguised? Yes, you'r doing well by these blue sites, for more in a place of so great Carnival tradition! However, I will stand on due discretion the Artist joked, referring indirectly to the extravagant aspect of his new friends. 50

 So, how did the Carnival ran over these sites?, Yano restarted asking. It's all the time the same; always the same groups fighting as gladiators like in an Arena of the Old Empire. The Mercenary really enjoyed to see. Even took pictures to show me, confided Yano. Jor and Gi were talking. Mary Anne had gone to the toilet. So, what do you do for distraction in this town?, asked Yano always standing up as holding his cup. The Artist glancing himself, time to time, on the mirrors, replied: This is always the same shit around here, you know? and shrugging his shoulders Nothing worth to see. Well, this season one can go always to Golden Beach. Sorry, where? A beach near by, with a nice straight road, you know, to get there. Anne Marie returned from the toilet and was now sat down, strongly discussing with Gi and Jor, advising them not to stain their shirts again. Someone waved out from behind the counter. What seems to be the problem? Nothing, Mr. Tom Neck. Just a matter of spacial rubber shirts ... Rubbers? It is better if you go to the Pharmacy's vent. Mr. Tom Neck, if you remember him, never missed an opportunity to pull the leg of his costumers. The artist introduced his friends to Mr. Tom Neck. - But, have you already found accommodation?, asked Mr. Tom Neck. We indeed would like to find a good Hotel or Residential, Yano argued. That would be nice! Mr. Tom Neck replied Around here, may be some old Boarding 51

Houses, from the Fascist Era. If you had arrived a litter later, in the Future may be you were lucky concluded Mr. Tom Neck, guessing the provenance of the foreigners. It also happened that an unexpected temporal displacement was at the time occurring. From the Era of what? From the Era of Fascismo. The Era of Machismo? Right! The Era of Machismo. Suddenly, from the various tables around, there was a sudden drumbeat and a clatter of punches and kicks on the table tops and floor. Machismo! Fascismo! Machismo makes Fascismo! Fascismo makes Machismo!, were shouting in a chorus, dozens of customers like an orchestra which was actually conducted by the Old Orange Bloke. The Artist shrugged his shoulders and said that it would be better not to respond to provocations and take refuge at his Atelier, before the evening darkened forter Yano paid the bill and, while they were moving out of the Caf, he started discussing with the garon about the change given back. Never mind Just for the record: this garon, was also one of the few descendent of the great discoverer of Brazil, Cabrals, if you still remember. Yano finally left the place to the street, and while he did so, they were passing through several groups of people gathered around tables. The most important group of all, was usually composed of people too much absorbed in their sits. They were very put together and properly accommodated with a look of nick-nacks. They never answered to the first question they were put, and looked the other folks with a certain haughtiness. Among the various elements stood out a short Blue Girl, of skinny appearance, speaking and gesturing all the time more warmly and showing a preference for yellow clothes. This prominent group was known as the Yellow Hopscotch Group. Along the street, some bystanders tried to approach the Aliens, but the Artist, waving his cloak, spars them all. Soon they were definitely together walking on the path to the Artist's Atelier. 52

Arriving at the Artist's White House, they were very pleased with the paintings exhibited on the broad walls. His Paintings consisted of Village and City Landscapes, Portraits, Still Life, some realist some semi-abstract They settled down to better spend the night. Before sleeping, Yano looked casually to a desk where there was a photo-album that had been left open. Yano flipped through the Album with natural curiosity. As opening application, golden characters showed, saying: ' Let this Album serve as Arc of Alliance in which you can store images from the Past. When you open it later, you will live hours of the Past and can remember the Vanished Time.' First photos in the Album were referring to the Artist's childhood and adolescence, followed by other photos from his youth. They sometimes represented, one or several very beautiful young ladies. Yano assumed they were some of the artist's models. Groups of youth, other artists, friends, whose artistic sense was becoming detached from their simple gestures and attitude they provided while posing for the snap. Some of these photos were labelled and were showing the names of some of their players. In one of them, three young guys, smiling, chests exposed, dropping on their shoulders their vigorous wigs. Yano read the patent application: Yoseph Galio, sir R. Udo the Younger and Davis Hard Rock Caf. Other photos would still be familiar or of different nature as the military service. Looking now, a book on a shelf, Yano, singled out some copies of books manufactured by the Artist, what made up something new that he had not found in the manuscripts provided by the MHMR. It was lose chronic texts or small episodes, as he noticed while leafing. Although these were narratives sometimes containing only merely a handful of words, transporting the reader to experience and strong excel at their value or discursive fiction, crossing the field of daily chronic or simple fiction. Yano looked for his friends who were reclined on a couch with Anne Marie between them. After reading those short episodes, Yano fell asleep Awaking, in the middle of night, he decided to go for a walk. He brought with him the magnetic key adapter that he withdrew from inside a bag carried by Anne Marie and left the House. Down the street, a square flanked by ancient monuments, exhibited the firemen headquarters in which he saw bulging red painted cars. Some minutes later, intending to walk outdoors, as he went through some trading houses and shops, closed at that time, a Police officer approached him, while he was looking at a shop window, and asked for his ID. Yano showed him the fake ID card and, after being subjected to some wired questions coppers always put, he could follow his path. 53

He arrived in a garden. There he could see some beds of roses and metal arches that bounded them, twisted by the climbing shrub. He was walking under these arches, watching the small satellite with bright and natural lunar light, thinking that the shadows on its surface were drawing a face. The Universe was indeed intriguing, wherever there was an intelligent observer. On his home planet there was no religious institutions because it's inhabitants felt no need of God, simply because they did not feel the need. Compared with Planet Blue's intelligent beings, the Andromeders, themselves, were gods, owners of great technological means to overcome the difficulties showed by Nature, whatever the level of their difficulty. On the other hand, they did not constitute a species inclined to war or violence, they did not use the Power to override themselves or other galactic species also evolved or intelligent. They had the Universal Meaning of Comfort & Convenience. The Blue people on Planet Blue, so understood Yano, had lost interest and sense of convenience and often teased over geographical reasons and provoked environmental disasters, and other historical difficulties, frequently difficult to remedy. Arriving at the centre of the garden he found a small statue representing a bronze bust. The caption stated title concerned the bust of Sam Juglio Eagel Deniz.

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V Space Travellers take-off Planet Blue

On returning home, Yano searched, among the Artist's books, some information about the statue he saw in the rose garden. The name of the inscription was the pseudonym of a Physician who devoted himself to Literature. His parents were natives from Port Obal and his paternal grandparents, as well. As the Physician prepared to provide evidence for teaching Medicine, he fell ill and came to spend some time at his aunt's, where he wrote a novel, where he portraits his aunt as Aunt Dorothy, as she received him with her arms open in her house, still existing in the garden, behind the small statue, Yano had spotted. This writer lived for some time of his life in England from where he brought the impressions he used to write another book entitled 'My English Family', in the style of Joanne Austin novels, about a XIX century English family living in Port Wine Bishop's City. After a while, Yano, noticing he had no place to sleep among his companions, he sat on a chair, leaning back as comfortably as possible. Ran the button at the top of his head and fell instantly asleep. The last time he really slept was when he was still in Andromeda, before deciding to undertake the trip to Planet Blue. Overnight, the Android-driver had left the ship on several occasions, to make some holdings imposed by the computer. In one of those times, outside the spacecraft to wander through the pine forest, the android spotted, it was almost morning, some blue fishermen who occasionally passed near the spot where the ship was parked. These fishermen were startled and fled with their seven feet. Having noticed their presence, the android soon addressed the computer, to change the position of ship, passing such information to Yano, who waked with the message entering his sleep sensors. Yano woke up his friends and returned to receive a new message in which the android communicated it was already being pursued by Police and needed to continually change position of ship within the area. The Police team was being led by Max, a very efficient copper, however of medium size completion, who was not about to give any rest to aliens didn't matter where they came from! 55

As to ensure the chase, were also used fire fighters robots. The Android, to keep them in their true goal, caused a series of virtual fires in various parts of the pine forest. This stratagem, however, did not distracted the attention from the cited policeman team leader, who was an expert on persecutions, one of which had become famous for having made using a motorbike, after the Great Martian Marius, a fellow from Rich Hammer, who escaped the City Lights jumping over the magnetic wall that was increasingly pressing around the city. The cop hoped, therefore, not miss this shiny golden android that was a pleasure to look at. He still managed to grab him with his own hands in one of the times the android-driver came off the ship, as imposed by the computer, but the android gave the copper a strong slap that left him unconscious for a few days. And an android's slap is not something to be underestimated Yano ordered the ship to immediately moved over the rear gardens of the Artist's House, to enable everybody to embark with no delay. The inhabitants of Golden Beach, saw the craft crossing the sky towards Port Obal town. When the craft hovered upon the artist house backyard, Yano and his friends fired up quickly, apologizing and explaining that it was not for fear they were anticipating their departure, but the fact was they were not willing to have encounters of the third kind with the Blue Side of the Planet Blue's Force. The artist agreed to be a wise and good strategy decision and hugged them all tightly before they went aboard the ship. In order that the crowd that was every time more, gathering at the artist's house main door, didn't break in, Yano made the ship departing immediately. In a few seconds the spacecraft rose up to the highest, abstruse and recondite celestial spheres, forever disappearing, never to return so soon to Planet Blue.

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VI ............................................................. .............................................. ....................... Epilogue

I am a simple Scribe of the Intergalactic Literary System. The narrative that I presented was built based on documents found on the subject, in the General Galactic Library, deposited there, belonging to the Unknown Artist, Yano of Andromeda and his friend the Manuscript-Hunter Mercenary-Researcher. I must stress the possible replacement or misrepresentation of geographical names, personal names, names and events in general, which only can be due solely to lack of resources or, more likely, the deterioration of the magnetic register of the General Literary Production System.

Some thousand years separate Me from these adventures and their protagonists but, as any one knows, Time is always on, and ( like its companion Space and its inseparable Matter ), is one of the items that I spare as a leftover, in this so remote place.
Andromeda, year MMMDCLXVI

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David Manuel Pais ( actual pseudonym: Dave MacFathers )

was born in Portugal in 1950. He frequented the University of Coimbra where he obtained a degree in Science in 1975. Later, in 1980, he started working in his country as a Secondary Teacher until 2000, however emmigrating to UK in 2002. In England he took several jobs including those of a factory worker. He went to Scotland where he acomplished a 'Returning to Teaching Course' in 2004. Back in England he worked as a ''General Cover Supply Teacher '' for SELECT Agency, in several Secondary Schools scattered around Cambridge area ( Suffolk and Norfolk ), such us,
PARK HIGH SCHOOL, THURSTON COMMUNITY COLLEGE, NEWMARKET COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE ARTS AND SCIENCE SCHOOL, ORTON LONGVILLE COMPREHENSIVE SCHOOL, COMBERTON VILLAGE COLLEGE, DOWNHAM MARKET HIGH SCHOOL, BURY ST EDMUNDS UPPER SCHOOL, KENSTIMPSON HIGH SCHOOL.

He actually lives in England.

His works consist of Young & Adult Fiction, based on Travels, History, Science and Fantasy.

Other works in course THE SUBMERSION OF THE HOUSE OF PAISHER ( A Global Warming Tale ) THE CALIFORNIAN PROTOCOL ( Adventure in L.A. )