I soar above the canopy, rotating slowly to gain altitude. I feel the pressure of hot hair going upward over the inferior face of my wings. I move my finger to change the position of the relate feathers, to control the degree of rotation impressed over my body.
For Drax and Danny it’s totally different. Their bat-like wings are membranous tissues stretched between the bones. Flying for them is an act of power. The push over the air that their wings, powered by their muscles, give, brings their body forward and upward.
It’s for that that my flight bring me back and forth them. So, I can follow their conversation sparsely, and each time they are talking of different things.
Chance (on the back of Drax, behind Kristogar, Mick and Crasher): “…you called my powers?”
Kristogar: “I called them –holistic- habilities. I don’t need to explain it to a scientist like you, right?”
Chance: “Sure. It’s quite interesting your point of view. Bode perfectly with what you said to me on the hovercraft…”
Danny (flying on his own near and slightly above Drax): “Care to interpret for the non-scientist, Velo?”
Kristogar: “Just that I don’t think in luck, or fate. The fact that he SEEMS to be superluck is due to the fact that his metagene enhance his holistic perception… that is, different from the most part of humans, his senses works not identifying each things they perceive… instead he sense the gestalt… that is, he has the total perception of the global environment he is in… and that put him ALWAYS in the best situation he can be…”
Danny: “… uhmm… I don’t….” and then my flightpath brings me too far.
When I am back near them, the conversation seems to have gone further…
Danny: “So, you don’t believe he is from another dimension?”
Kristogar: “I don’t believe to the crap about parallel universes. Dimension are a thing… Mxy is from a dimension superior to our own… but parallel realities are fairy tales. I believe he is a clone… cloned from the original Schanz, and with false memories planted in. Technology is not so advanced to transfer perfectly the memories from one human to another one… hence what he perceive as being from a utopian world…”
Danny: “You believe this, Chance?”
Chance: “In fact, I am thinking about it more and more. But you know what does it means for you?”
Danny: “?”
Krisotogar, smiling: “That the same could apply to you. You believe to be from the future, but what proves it? You could simply BELIEVE to be from the future, just because you have false memories implanted. By who? I don’t know. But we have met many with the ability to do. The EPS, for example…”
Danny: “No, no. You forget something. I have this chip in my hand, the identity…”
Kristogar: “…chip. Yes, I know, you keep scratching it all the times. But did you ever had it examined by someone, like Quantos, for example? I am inclined to think you will find a very elaborated piece of scrap metal, there.”
Danny: “But how can you say that? We have been all in the future, one year ago!”
Kristogar: “Are you sure? What are the proofs? We have been in a place with very white walls, and a technology not very different from what is now available to the EPS, or that was in the Tri Vex building. A complex deception, I admit, and very inexplicable, also, but has everything happened to us been always totally knowledgeable? What was the meaning of the meteor over Mandelovia? Why Sonja was killed? And what about the underground people of Mandelovia, with that demon that resembled Neacken? Mysteries after mysteries, Danny. IS there a path? A common denominator?
And when the dialogue becomes interesting, I am taken far by the winds…
…and when I am back, the subject has changed another time.
Danny: “So, Chance, where I should have Mxy teleporting us? Have you… found… the coordinates?”
Chance: “There is still something that doesn’t fit the scheme… the map… the half I know… doesn’t bode with the satellite image. I see many details corresponding… one by one… but the whole is totally different. I can’t say where we should teleport to.”
Now the wind, stronger, push me toward the big dragon. To avoid the collision, I dive down, turning upside down and sliding just inches below the furry with belly of the transdimensional being.
When I appear on the other side, Chance is looking at me, a big smile on his face. I am looking up to him, and when our sights crosses, I see he knows.
“It’s a mirror image! It’s a map of the underground! It has to be read from the ground upward! It fit perfectly! Mick, look at this point on the satellite image, and tell Mxy to go there!”
“Wait!” says Danny. “Tell Mxy to bring us all there!.
