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Track 09 - The Playboy Mansion

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The building was situated in the midst of the wreckage of the industrial era
forgotten. Looked like a prehistoric monster brought down by a natural disaster, but still alive
and dangerous, although mortally wounded. In an era of disintegration and fragmentation
, the very idea of \u200b\u200bthe building was
anachronistic, like the mainframe, yet preserve their own
functionality, despite the apparent air of decay and the visible cracks in concrete gray
that was its outer shell,
pocked by decades of acid rain and the incessant bombardment of ultraviolet rays. During the day seemed deceptively harmless, but at night the activity that was raging inside let slip a clue about himself. In the darkness of the area in ruins, some sporadically lighted lamp not yet struck, the neon lights above the entrances located at various levels of the structure made her look like a spaceship landed in a no man's land, which revealed little or nothing about its occupants.
Just looking through binoculars, you could take a regular picture of a truck coming out, as now, from a store at street level, a ribbon of asphalt cracked and overgrown with weeds. Immediately closed the entrance gate, but not fast enough to make me not notice the uniformed man armed with a submachine gun, apparently an uzi, model-fashioned but still functional and reliable. Rest the binoculars in the carrier, and turning his back to the building I went to the car. My brother
was leaning against the door, dressed as usual faded jeans and a jacket of a fabric just a little 'less worn and faded.
"Hello little sister," a sad smile, as his voice.
"Apparently I will not violate private property guarded by armed men, and who knows what else, to talk with you," my tone a copy of its nearly perfect.
"I asked you, did I Please do not try ..."
"... for my safety, I know. But what am I supposed to do, pretend nothing happened? Pretend you're there, you're not to be messed with those ...? "
Again the smile," You do not understand "
"Oh no, of course I do not understand! I do not understand how you could have put at risk your life and mine, and that I do not know how many other people, to join a group of dangerous fanatics! Rob, it's too late to save the world, damn it! "
He came up to me and stroked my cheek.
"Maybe you're right, but when I'm with them, I can again look in the mirror."
"What are you doing now?" Other
smile. "Secret"
In silence, as he had come, he left the building directly. I did not know that I would see again.

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Track 08 - Miami

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"What the fuck are we doing here?"
The blue walls of the pool are emptied almost unpleasant to watch, and in sharp contrast to the sultry air that you breathe in the building closed for renovation.
"I said, what the hell are we doing here?"
The only interruption of the blue is due to pornographic posters attacked the caretaker, a parade of naked bodies clearly surgically retouched portraits in degrading poses.
"If you're silent for a minute, maybe I can conclude something."
The translucent plastic sheets that replace the windows hung properties, reverberating the sun, low on the horizon yet. Scaffold creates shadowy figures.
"If you knew what you're looking for, maybe I would be silent, and perhaps could even help you."
From the locker room came the sounds caused by a homeless man who managed to sneak into the pool, disturbed by the voices coming from the Olympic pool.
"The last interception seemed to indicate this place."
noises that annoy the homeless move into offices, completely gutted. The harsh light of a flash reveals disassembled ceilings, partitions stacked against a wall carrying the cables coming out from all sides.
"Uh uh, I guess that our contact has used these network terminals, true? Maybe while chatting amiably with a Digimon ... "
A mouse runs close to the wall, emitting a slight squeak, topped by the ringing of a mobile phone.
"It seems that this is the wrong place."
The sound of footsteps back to the Olympic pool, across the hall and disappears, allowing the homeless to slip back into sleep alcohol.
Outside the temperature is barely tolerable, and the sun begins to be dangerous.
"So?"
While traffic is still the peak in the distance you hear the siren of a police patrol road, accompanied by a helicopter rotor, the first chase of the day.
"Our friend ... Max ... is smart. But not enough. The transfer took place on the beach, with a satellite link. "
The noise of the chase is approaching. The few passers-by, wrapped in cloaks phUV, seek shelter to avoid being hit by a stray bullet. A girl takes off her cap and hair system, as if to be taken by the cameras of the helicopter.
"The beach. Christ. There will be nothing. Indeed, there will be too. I do not ever caught. "
A yellow school bus full of children of the medium, it invades the sidewalk missed out on a group of people. Behind, a sports car swerves almost out of control, closely followed closely by two police patrols and helicopter to Channel 6.
"First of all let us take off of this mess."
A black van, possibly with a reinforced body, part SGAS with typical ceramic whistle of engines, fitting in the wake of the chase.
the school bus, still scared by the sudden maneuver, Samy looks from its tracks, without really seeing them, the two investigators to find him.

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Track 07 - Gone

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The usual appointment time had finally arrived. If Samy had been more mature, he probably would have started to feel a growing unease about to what was becoming a relationship of dependency. But Samy was just 13 years, and the only thought that came into his head was that he was looking forward to the time fixed for the link.
Like the other times he slipped through the tiny hole in the fence, he walked on the strip of concrete on which once just boys older than him had been running, skating, had a bike, and had arrived on the beach, in view of sea. In front of him the sun was setting, turning the horizon of red and orange, and Samy remembered the lesson that morning, when the teacher had explained that because the characteristic of air pollution blue color of the sky had begun to fade to the current off-white, and that the phenomenon was particularly visible at dawn and dusk when the sun had to cross a layer of more dust.
waves crashing on the shore, and despite all the breeze still retained a trace of salty smell and coolness. Samy breathed deeply, sat on the sand, with the notebook open on his legs crossed, expectation tempered by the feeling of peace that informed him the sound of the surf. With quiet gestures, automatic, put the glove-and the viewer. Gently began to formarglisi on the retina of simple images, slightly blurred, to accustom your brain the new synthetic visual reality, while the receptor-glove took possession of her hand. With his free hand turned on the satellite transmitter and launched from the keyboard connection.
The room was still empty, Max was late or, more likely, he was ahead. Strange virtual environment that Max had chosen the day before Samy had checked and discovered that it was the control room of the NASA space missions, in the second half of the twentieth century. It's better havens biogenetic false color that were fashionable at that time ...
"Hello Samy."
The avatar that Max had chosen was a boy of about 18 years old, very thin, with facial sharp glasses - another archaism - and eyes, brown hair like the sweet and melancholy. Can not say if the avatar to reflect the real appearance of Max, and how much. For example, his features Samy had aged a few years, he had crossed with those of some famous actors, and finally he had stylized according to the canons of manga comics.
"Hello Max, like ..." Samy is stopped, the avatar of Max was disintegrating, and a grimace of pain across his face.
"Samy, do not have much time. Look on your hard ... "
Max disappeared and the room exploded, the pixels that formed its frame replaced by written threat of danger flashing on a background of white noise. Samy tore the viewer from the eyes and virtually eradicated the satellite dish from the notebook, he panics. Hurriedly ran away for the moment forget the last words of Max, blinded by tears.

Pet Vaccination Mobile

Track 06 - Last Night On Earth

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The road was clogged with rush-hour traffic, the sidewalks overflowing
of business people just left office, those looking for a taxi
, who headed for their vehicle or to the nearest station
underground. Even if the sun had not yet gone
golden rays that penetrated through the skyscrapers, made visible by dust in
suspension were filtered from the lower atmosphere
enough to be harmless. The pungent smell of ozone, nitrogen oxides, unburned hydrocarbons and
hot asphalt could also pass filters
nasal many wore.
The crowd that flooded the sidewalks was a perfect example of
motion of a viscous fluid, with its variations in density and speed, with its
vortices. Among others, one was caused by Shelly. While embroiled in a classic cut suit
, almost severe, its beauty
did not lose its power of attraction, attracted the attention of bystanders.
She had just left the office, a long day in which no
had done nothing, his thoughts a thousand miles away from
paperwork, as well as at that time was completely unaware of what
around her. Always
thoughtfully inserted himself into a current that was swallowed by
scales of a subway station. The smell of traffic
was replaced by that of the lubricating oil, the floor was shaking
at regular intervals to the vibration of trains passing
lines above or below, the walls covered with ultra-flat screen-size natural
trying to break the protective barrier of indifference
of people waiting on the platform.
arrival Shelly returned to train his focus its attention on
outside world and saw that an unknown girl was staring at her intensely
.
Shelly held her breath, until he realized that the girl was not
nothing but his face reflected on the window of the train.
was not the first time that happened that day.
was not recognized in the mirror just out of the shower in the morning.
was not recognized in the photo that her friend had sent to the e-mail
. He had not recognized the image captured by a camera
and shown on a screen in the mall where he had dined
.
He got on the train, the crowd pressed from all sides, even if he had not held the handrail
would not have risked falling. The phone began to vibrate in her bag
. With some contortion managed to pull it out and respond
, ear rang the voice of the secretary of
aesthetic surgeon who had applied, which reminded her of the survey
fixed for the next day. Shelly thanked him and hung up,
back staring at the darkness beyond the window of the gallery, its
stop long past.