025. This morning Jukin walking backwards.
(as proposed by Viola)
all started to get out of bed. One second of inattention, a slight variation of a factor imperceptible, a shadow still hanging over his unconscious or merely a dust by chance had brought this particular day, at this crucial moment, to stand up against his bed. The opposite of usual. Unfortunately, the weight of the rituals had immediately hung up on the rail everyday, even before it turns. Barely recovered, he began to walk towards the bathroom, like every morning. Automation regained the upper hand, but he walked backwards. Offset 180 ° until the next morning, he decided he would spend his day still normal. Before you rush back to the salon, he took the precaution of making a poster. Judiciously placed, it would prevent repeat the same mistake the next morning.
Jukin felt guided by his body, although everything should pass recess in its head. To perform the simplest daily actions, he needed to constantly test the flexibility of his bust. Thus, he felt that his procedure was poorly designed, that all objects were placed precisely where they were the hardest to reach. His own body making him still stand. He found one advantage to walk upside down: When you bump, it hurts less on the buttocks on the nose.
is when he managed to get dressed and finish his breakfast an event put his chip in his ear. Indeed, he had the sudden urge to go out in the hobby shop. This was curious because he needed after his breakfast, he had the habit of packing in a big orange jumpsuit and snuggling by the radiator, face pressed against the window of the residence. He felt great pleasure by the temperature contrast between his head and body. And for the first time, this desire was parasitized by an idea. Because it was not a desire to leave, but an idea out to him as required by a new program. Unable to obey only himself, he went upside down and reluctantly.
The designer did not live happily away, so he quickly came to his shop soiled. Person would buy more artwork. So it gave the dust to their heart. It proliferated everywhere and hardened, forming scabs gray impossible to remove. In the hollow minute of the matter came to join the smallest particles of dust, which congregated in larger grain gray. Crusts and dust could be seen as an extension of the objects themselves, but an extension sickly. Cancer was the famous objects. Jukin wondered why and how this store could still be opened. And what the hell was he doing here?
The designer then arrived. A skinny guy, with a huge beard, but defrocked. It looked like a druid without dress. Almost a bum after all. But her sloppiness was more that of a mad scientist than a homeless. Of course, the door bell had not rung since it was filled with dust. Krak, the name under which we knew the designer, Jukin looked as if he waited, though he can not even know he had entered.
_ It sounds to go, he launched straight out before adding, with the exception of the error of rotation of the torso.
Jukin was taken aback, he could not affirm.
_ Yes.
Krak, air accessory, then whispered:
_ is a mistake that I make often. You know, the kind of bad habits that we take and it is impossible to correct later.
_ I'm sorry, but what are you talking about?
_ You know there are many checks. The first time I made this mistake and as she was underage, my instructor let me go so I could concentrate on the basics. Unfortunately, I recorded this stage and I struggle constantly to correct me, Krak said.
_ But finally what controls are you talking about? _ In your controls
my friend.
_ Well, you'll need immediately stop acting as if all this was normal, Jukin got mad. _All
see this is normal. You're wired. And I am personally responsible, and not one of my assistants.
_You are on the verge of correcting grandpa shouted Jukin dryly. Who are you and what am I doing here?
Krak decided to step back, out of caution. He briefly studied thoughtfully. He seemed to choose what he could say he could not.
_ Sir, I am one of the leading specialists in modeling. As you can see, this discipline does not work hard. Yet it is my passion. Depressed in the hole, they came looking for me. A rich man had heard of my reputation. This is the turning of my life. He opened a new path for me, certainly illegal, but a bright future. I am now specialist in modeling human.
Jukin accused the coup. He wavered between disbelief and madness. The bearded man gave him no time to choose.
_ Richest crazy come and take command here. Sir, you have the honor of having been purchased, to be remote controlled by ...
Crac, did the phalanges Jukin on the chin of Krak. He was not expecting that at all, because it as always had activated the command of passivity.
Yet its wiring was perfect. The only possible explanation was almost ludicrous. This person should have a different brain structure. Either mutant or non-human.
Once this thought passed through his mind in a flash, he rushed to the control box. Slumped behind the counter, Jukin could not see. But he undertook to work around as quickly as the market reversed allow. Krak moved controls, which caused accelerated Jukin. Apparently, this was not what he expected. Nothing matched. Irritated, he ground it violently knobs and buttons. Jukin spin and found her forward. At the same time, Krak him involuntarily enter a model warplane. Despite himself, Jukin plunged into the mad modeler, brandishing a superb model of Spitfire. He grabbed the mad scientist and lifted. Krak unfortunately continued to agitate the controls. Its wiring was probably perfect, but the usual connections of the brain were not the same in the skull Jukin. The latter returned the designer and the strength of a robot he interweaves the aircraft in the ass. Krak dropped the order.
Jukin stopped and discovered a radio beside the mark where the plane had lain in the dust. He was not at all happy to have been well handled, then he snapped it up without really knowing what to do. Krak dared not move, despite his ridiculous stance. You could tell the tail of the military coming out slightly between her legs. Then a blue flame sprang. Jukin had pressed the throttle! The specialist model lives up to its reputation. It was a very good job. The aircraft was flying perfectly, and with him.
Jukin him do a few laps between shelves before beginning acrobatics. He learned very fast handling. The howls of Krak will not detract from his enthusiasm. However he made a small mistake, and the narrowness of the store, she was immediately punished. The modeler crashed without a parachute in model bulldozer. On impact the engine burning dust caught fire. Jukin realized very quickly that things took a wrong turn and went out immediately. Fortunately, because all this gray powder was kindled at the speed of a jet.
Firefighters arrived on the scene relatively quickly, but the principal had burned. In because the fire was extinguished quickly by itself, once the dust and scale models that were merged were consumed.
After investigation, the fire chief finds that there was so much dust it was a miracle that all had not yet skyrocketed. So it was an accident by negligent maintenance.
Jukin could go home, empty head. He still had that uncomfortable feeling that someone was manipulating. That his actions were not due to its own decisions, but the plan and the choice of a very sick man. What could be the goal, there He had no answer. But he hoped that this impression would disappear quickly.
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