I am running at superspeed in a vast prairie, tall grass everywhere: Not very unlike my native Padanian plain, only here there are hundreds of rabbits jumping away in front of me.
The only thing rising above the flat horizon is a huge dome. A perfect half sphere, reflecting the surrounding meadow like a mirror. There is a marked path pointing to the Dome, and a wooden sign, carved by hand. It reads: “The Court of Twilight”.
I run toward it, and even if there are no gates over the curved wall, I enter it, like I am phasing trough it.
Inside, there is a round table, with five beings sitting around it. Each one is incredible looking. There is a big, ever changing giant, a black horned demon, an orange energy form, , a metallic guy and a tall man in a white coat, that moving, shines of the color of the raimbow.
The giant speaks, and his voice is loud as a thunder “THIS TIME WE WILL NOT INTERFERE. THE LAST TIME YOU HAVE SEEN WHAT HAPPENED. I WILL NOT PERMIT IT ANYMORE! SIGN THE AGREEMENT!”
A black faced dwarf enters with a ball pen and a piece of paper. The giant write something in a language I don’t understand. But I can read the sign: Hyperboard Entity. Then the others sign as well.
Viper. Rhymer. Time Trust. Then, the last signs only with a X. An analphabet cosmic being?
After the signing, the piece of paper takes fire, and keeps burning at the center of the table.
The Hyperboard Entity takes a remote control, and put a giant screen on. Everybody sits in his chairs, and begin to watch.
There are two guys in lab coat, in front of two computer monitor. The two are talking, then they stops when another man in lab coat, visibly older, crosses the room.
“It is quite the day for Knell!” says one of the two men.
“Why? What’s up for Doktor Klone?” asks the second.
“I don’t know. But he’s smiling, and there is a General waiting for him in his office”
The camera zooms toward the screen of one of the computer. There is a little square piece of paper loosely fitted to the monitor, with handwritten the name “BigBob”.
Over the desktop in the monitor, there is an icon named “Lexicon.exe”. The face depicted in the icon is smiling.
The scene switch to Knell’s office.
The doctor shakes the hand of the medal covered General across the desk.
“General Forrest!”
“Doctor Knell! Or should I say, Doktor Klone?”
“Ah ah. You know my nickname, so. Well, I shouldn’t know it, you know, but actually I’m quite proud of it. Well, let’s go to business. Forrest, the experiment is positive. Cicciotto’s metagene is of Alpha class. We need him. And alive.”
“Knell, MCCA is on Cicciotto’s tail as of now. I’ve sent my best agent to capture him. Agent Turner.”
And then I awake in my bed, in a sea of sweat. The empty syringe has fallen on the floor. What a trip.
But then, a figure comes out from the darkness of the corner of my moon lit room.
[ 09-25-2001: Message edited by: The Eurostar ]
