Removal Of Bone Cysts

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.