Sitting On People Fetish

026. This morning Jukin is dumb.
(title proposed by Marion)

Strangely, no fence, no fence or barbed wire to keep the curious. Jukin advanced, suspicious. Besides the machines were busy noisily, a central lake was clear, from which a huge horizontal tube was leaving. At its entrance, a young woman with white hair wearing a blue lab coat, seemed to stand guard. Nobody else was in sight, he walked right over it. Tired, he walked slowly.

All night, the roar of the crane, awake. Saccades of the hammer, still awake. The shattering of the bulldozer, still awake. The morning had made his entrance and he had this awful feeling of not having slept all night. As crossing a desert of sleep finally exhausted on the shore of the day. To top it off, his head was caught in a vise of pain.
On construction sites they hired additional staff to systematically guys who came from so far away, they got up out there when we went to bed here. The infernal din was constant since yesterday. "To build anything for that matter? "Jukin had requested. "What what drove them to this hard? He was then left to find out what it was worth it spoil his peaceful existence.
softly down the street in front of his house, he had tried to guess the epicenter of the noise. Going up the same street, his neighbor interrupted while Sirunyk courtesy:
- Hello, how are you? Seeing
Sirunyk lips move, by social reflex, Jukin had intended to reply. However, the sound effects of construction were much deeper than he had imagined. For indeed, he signed. He replied courteously, but in sign language. Jukin understood very quickly linguistic mechanism responsible for its condition. The depths of his mind, words such as 'moonlight' or 'ham butter' were set. Thus the phrase stuck 'deaf mute' was so ingrained in him that his sudden deafness had automatically muted. When he tried to speak, the sounds coming out through his hands. Sirunyk had raised an eyebrow, half surprised, half angry before continuing his journey. A huge sound of stone rubble was immediately given a specific direction to follow for Jukin. The site s'averra near his home.

Just prior to check with the guardian, his condition remembered him. Too late. Her hands came to accompany the grin from his face. He signed "hello" before asking what was happening. But to his astonishment, Suzanne understood and answered him with his hands.
_Enchantée. I too am silent because of my deafness. This constant noise beyond the threshold of pain since yesterday blew my ears. The city is trying an experiment on the population in the tube. You can enter if you wish, "she signed, pointing to the huge mouth of entry.
All metal, a single rivet was the size of a fist. The thickness was that of a cow. The wall as smooth as marble wet was stained blue in a gray mass shimmering pink. Everything seemed to steel, and although the metal is cold, the endless tunnel appeared friendly Jukin, as if called. He returned to the woman who, without being an obvious beauty, had a light in the eye while giving his being a profound charm. At the edge over the beauty he never wither and surely a reflection of inner beauty far more real than a plastic surface as perfect as it is.
Attracted by the tunnel, but lost a moment in the velvet of his eyes, asked Jukin the hand that was at the bottom. At first he did not understand why she replied: "A young brain in perfect working condition. "He said when he spoke of the large tube. Of course, last minute used on this specific mission, she did not know. He turned abruptly and rushed, in his curiosity piqued too sickly. Surprised by her sudden reaction, Suzanne merely to fix its shrinking back as he advanced.

The tunnel seemed empty. A diffused light filled homogeneously, but seemed to have no apparent source. Always smooth, always huge and nothing visible ahead. But the mystery led him to discover what was happening here. Forcing him to make things that extra step, accompanied by this insidious voice "a little, you're almost there. Persevere and you will be rewarded. He walked for many minutes together. And that process almost monotonous him to miss a minor detail. Even with all his attention, the fine cutting door was almost invisible. End a border like a hair was drawn on the metal. No rivet or hinge or latch. Even sliding his finger on it, it felt no roughness. This was perhaps a mark due to equipment such as air blower attached to the rear. However, the possibility exists that a passage was enough to make him mad. He had patience
granite when it came to satisfy her curiosity. Then he sat down and focused on the groove almost invisible. Wheels began to slow their revolutions in the convolutions of his skull. His eyes capture every detail of reflections and grains of the material. Everything was slowly analyzed, compared, giving rise to speculation crazy sometimes.
A stranger from the entrance and asked what he was doing there. The LED sign, man grunted and continued to sink into the tunnel. Time no longer flows to Jukin, but unknown defiled. They went their way without trying to understand. And Jukin found. Through this flood of people curious enough to stop and look at him, the last step cerebral toppled in a good way for him to reveal the solution. After an umpteenth unknown not away, he sat up. His knees creaked and beautifully reasoned in the light air of the tube. He stepped up and precise hands before slowly stroking the wall. Drew on his face expressing a sweet smile that he felt the confirmation cons steel. He drew back his hand and blew it. Then he closed and reopened several times as to relax. He immediately went on very precise movements to the wall, communicating with her. He touched on specific issues, seeing the buttons completely invisible to ordinary mortals. And the door opened.
She sank and slid on its side. He disappeared without thinking, she immediately closed over him. A child passed without noticing the groove.

in the thickness of the tunnel, a slide traveling close, cluttered with cables and pipes in its interior. A small speaker sizzled a number: "129". Jukin eyes became accustomed to the relative darkness. It was like being in a submarine. "130." Before him, the son got lost in the dark. Behind him, a slight blue glow appeared to blink away. So he turned way. "131." Carefully he avoided becoming entangled in cables that lay a little ground to his right.
He progressed quickly enough to reach the blinking and set to 4 feet. It was a control room where two men in uniform guarding the city screens figures, gauges and video monitors. Jukin crept as close without being spotted and heard:
"134"
_no overheating in the reactor at infinity, assured the tall thin man in his helmet.
_Bon, very good, the validation with insurance small, old and fat rising. Closely monitoring the level of pressure in the compressor particles. It is time for me to join the meeting for final instructions.
The youngest nodded and opened his mouth to speak and nothing comes out.
"135". His head looked
severely before releasing:
_Oui?
"136". The lean
struggled internally. He wanted knowledge, but wondered if he could afford to do so. "137". The impersonal voice of the speaker and granular startled him. The question left alone: they become
_Que?
The face of the large wrinkled head to form a sardonic smile. He had a bet with himself how long the young rookie to resist temptation. He had won more than he expected soon. So much so that this skinny fellow deserved, according to him, his place in the tunnel with the others. However, he could not himself resist the temptation to show he was among those who know.
_Tant that the generator will be fed, they exist. When you cut it, most will collapse, inert. The rest will end its existence in a completely vegetative. Nevertheless there is always the possibility that a being survives, which is an exception and a maximum. The lean
had frozen blood. He knew that without this controller assignment, his morbid curiosity would have led him straight toward the infinite tunnel. He returned to his screen, the blank look, after its leader did not leave the little room still flashing blue.

Jukin was still diving for fear of being spotted. Leaving the tunnel to infinity, it was entered against his full force in the category 'fugitive'. After 'deaf' and immediately 'silent', he felt that it was the bump too much for a single day. However, the fugitive deaf mute, was a detective story as interesting thought there. Or better, 'The signer fugitive'. He then stopped his digressions wrong came when he discovered the frightened eyes of the young controller asked him. The latter saw that he was present in the feared situation where he should intervene. He was just there for that, which paralyzed him.
Jukin suspected that the little cabin was the only passage to the exit. Then he jumped up, shoved unceremoniously meager still motionless and rushed. He could do it. His legs twirling above the cables that were lying on the ground. It took longer than expected to get away before the alarm is given. A red light blinked in the walkway. The young imagination controller use the cables to stop, his only hope of catching his mistake. He squinted to locate the right and fired a snap. Jukin almost be surprised but took his foot at the last moment, which slid along the rope without being arrested. Fortunately, the output was already visible.
He pulled on his arms to maintain his speed and turned around. The leader rushed behind him. The skinny on one knee, still holding the rope in hand, eyes full of tears. Ahead, he saw Suzanne looking towards the tunnel entrance, hypnotized. She stepped inside. Jukin could not scream, he was content to sign "no! Of the hand. Of course, she did not hear him. The noise of the race leader to galvanize his heels. He accelerated and caught his hand in Suzanne's passage. He tore his sinking without turning around and came in the central basin. From either side of the guard startled at the sight. To the right type red with yellow eyes and left a very black man. Nobody should go through the basin in this direction. This moment of hesitation gave a little advance Jukin oncoming entry to open followed by Suzanne.
Then a groove earth sank along the ground. The top of a grid pops up and began to climb. The two fugitives écarquillèrent eyes and slowed for a moment before returning with a vengeance. Side guards approached and the little head coming from behind. Fortunately, the city was saved on installing the security gate, because the less powerful the engine was slowly rising. But when she was just up to hip. Another hundred meters. Everyone converged on this point in time where their fates were to meet one last time. At twenty meters from the arrival gate at the shoulder, Suzanne changed race. Jukin turned his head to look. This time she grabbed her hand to lead his Fosbury jump. Despite the gowns and the mass hanging, she crossed the bar. Jukin was raised just enough to finish applied on top of the grid continued to rise, a shoe less. The guards and the head collided violently and collapsed against the gate. It was now too high for them and impossible to climb. Jukin dropped across the head while screaming that lowers the damn gate. Whether or not deaf mute, Jukin would have made the same gesture at this moment before turning and running off with Suzanne.

In his jump, the Red Guard had only managed to grab the shoe, and then unbalanced by the collision with the small head, he reached the other guard on the temple of the tip of the elbow. The guard was then struck a black bar the grid with his cheekbone. He died of a ruptured aneurysm, two and a half years later. The guard at the yellow light never recovered from its failure. He left everything to exotic countries he walked head down, still clutching the tattered shoe over time.
The tall thin man came out of the wings, motionless at the entrance of the tube, he watched them. The little fat head it was out with a simple blue to the eye. However, he stepped up his frail colleague and plunged his eyes completely in him. What he discovered in the eyes of his boss gave him his tears still stuck. It's a blurred vision he saw his head disappearing into the tunnel.

When the two fugitives took the view be far enough, they stopped in a doorway. Suzanne thanked him for having saved her from the trap of curiosity before running off to hide in another city for a while. Jukin ran home for the time needed to lock myself. When the site had finished its work, the city has held its clean enough, they would stop the proceedings and halt the generator to infinite.