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Although the trip to the Tharsis Polytechnic Institute
campus could be made in just fifteen minutes by taking local
air transport, Denor Serven, an associate neurologist at Tharsis
Central Hospital, insisted on taking his glider to bring his
granddaughter. He headed for the main road that skirted the
rice paddies to reach Kepler Road just where it left the cliffs of
Mellas Chataan behind.
It was so painful.
One day I arrived at the lab. Baya had released all the
mice. Hundreds of them. I asked her what was going on.
—Where is she?
—No! –It's too late. I was gone, I don't know for how
long. When I woke up I saw the message asking for help. I ran
to look for her at kilometer 25, but she was already dead. She's
in the side room.
3
Denor Serven arrived home late at night. A vague regret
oppressed him. He had the contradictory feeling that something
or nothing remained to be done. He closed his eyes to suspend
for a moment the uncomfortable double vision that was
growing month by month. He slept a dense dream full of
voices. A woman was speaking to him from a faraway place,
and he felt a desperate longing to find her, to give her a
necklace of gray feathers.
No message.