En dat op de eerste zomeravond...


Dat vind ik zo’n fijn moment in het jaar. De eerste dag dat je buiten kan eten. Lekker lang natafelen, terwijl de vogels vrolijk fluiten en de zon haar licht schijnt op de gedekte tafel. Bij de koffie een zomerse taart met slagroom, frambozen en aardbeien. Het heeft duidelijk gesmaakt. Getuige de enkele aardbei die er nog over is.

Mijn tafelgenoten zijn inmiddels naar binnen. Ik pak mijn boek erbij en geniet van de rust. Voor ik het weet begint het donker te worden. Het wordt ook wat frisser voel ik. Ik kijk op. In de heldere hemel valt mijn oog op een fonkelende ster. Het fascineert me.

Ik loop naar binnen om een lange broek en vest aan te trekken en pak mijn telescoop. Ik ben nieuwsgierig. Naar wat daar zo flonkert boven mij. Verder en verder zoom ik in op de ster. Het blijft mooi om ze van dichtbij te kunnen zien. Zeker op zo’n heldere avond als deze. Ik doe het vaker. Ontdek altijd wel iets wat ik niet eerder zag. Deze ster fascineert me echter meer dan anders. Maar waarom? Waarom blijf ik hier zo lang naar kijken?

Dan besef ik me dat het een beweging is die mijn aandacht trekt. Ik kan niet goed zien wat het is. Probeer er mijn telescoop op af te stellen, maar krijgt het niet scherp. Toch kan ik het niet loslaten. Ik kijk afwisselend door de kijker en erlangs. Wat is dat toch? Ik verplaats mijn telescoop en zet hem op de tuintafel. Misschien is dat een beter kijkpunt.

Nogmaals kijk ik door de lens. Nee…Dit heb ik niet gezien…. Ik val bijna van de tafel van verbazing. Is het de zon die me naar mijn hoofd is gestegen? Ik kijk nog eens. En blijf kijken. Een iets, iemand, of hoe noem je dat in de ruimte, beweegt. Een wezen. Klein van stuk met vijf lange, tja wat zijn het, armen zal ik het maar noemen. Het is duidelijk gericht op mij. Druk gebarend. Ik snap er niks van. Wat een rare kwast. Wat wil het van me? Wat wil het me duidelijk maken? Ik kijk even om me heen. Zie op de tafel enkel nog wat bordjes staan met hier en daar een restje slagroom en de overgebleven aardbei. Nogmaals kijk ik door de telescoop. Ik moet lachen. Wat een komisch gezicht eigenlijk. Wat een leuk wezentje. Het blijft druk naar me gebaren.

De lens beslaat. Met mijn handen voel ik in mijn broekzakken of er een zakdoek in zit. In de ene zak zit een postelastiek, in de andere niets. In mijn achterzak mijn bankpas. Een servet dan maar. Ik maak de lens schoon, leg de servet weer neer op tafel en pak de aardbei van het gebaksbordje. Vlak voordat hij in mijn mond verdwijnt springt het wezentje als een dolle op en neer. Wacht. Flitst het door mijn hoofd. Wil het misschien iets van de aarde proeven? Letterlijk?

Het wezentje kalmeert. Ziet dat ik het begrijp. Maar in hemelsnaam. Hoe ga ik een aardbei op een ster krijgen? Waar schiet ik dat mee we…Ja! Dat elastiek! Ik schiet het weg met het postelastiek! Zoals een katapult. Voorzichtig leg ik de aardbei tegen het elastiek aan, trek het met de andere hand naar achter en….plof. Met een flauw boogje valt de aardbei in het gras. Hij haalt niet eens de top van de boom….Dit is kansloos… Nee! Het moet lukken! Ik kijk nog eens door de lens. En ja hoor, het wezentje staat er nog. Het lacht me toch niet uit hè!

Ik laat me niet kennen. Pak het elastiek nog eens, doe de aardbei erin en trek zo hard als ik nog nooit heb gedaan, laat los, en de aardbei schiet nog sneller dan het licht de ruimte in. De ster tegemoet.

Een beetje duizelig van de krachtinspanning wankel ik op de tuintafel. Stap met mijn voet in de slagroom. Ik grijp me vast aan het statief. Wow….Als ik mijn evenwicht heb hervonden werp ik voorzichtig een blik naar boven. Met mijn mond open van verbazing zie ik dat mijn aardbei geland is op de ster. In de, wat ik zal noemen ‘mond’ van het wezentje. Ik kan het zien juichen van plezier. Het is gewoon gelukt! Ik heb een ruimtewezentje iets laten proeven van de aarde! Hoe fantastisch is dat.

We hebben gewoon contact! Ik hoop dat ik hem, haar of het nog vaker ga zien. Ik wil namelijk ook wel iets van de ster proeven. Wat zouden ze daar eten?

Maar, genoeg voor vandaag. Ik ben moe van alle spanning en emotie. Ik zwaai een keer naar boven. Geen idee of het dat begrijpt. Of het intelligent is. Terwijl ik de tuintafel afruim valt er een aardbei kroontje op mijn hoofd.

Ik lach. Intelligent of niet, mijn ruimtevriendje heeft in ieder geval humor.


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Requiem: Chapter 3
- “It's Yukiko. Come on. Onegai ! Please! Open up and turn off all your wolf traps, so I won't inflate myself by accident.'I waited more or less patiently. As always, Gekko took his time to check everything. But then, who could you trust in these uncertain times? The intercom cracked: 'Sorry, Yu. You know the procedure. For the same money, you're a cloned version and you'll be roasting my sublime and unique brain with a laser gun.’ I sighed for a moment and pushed my thumb into the recess on the security panel in the doorframe. At the same time, I kept my eye on the spy while I clearly said my name: 'Yukiko Mitsukai.'Gekko did not like surprises. The door clicked out of the lock and I slipped in a hurry. The corridor was an airlock where I was given a shower with a fog that after a few minutes was sucked back into the ceiling via a grid. A cautious man made sure that he was as little as possible exposed to radioactive particles as they carried on.. I was now to the strict standards of my friend Gekko, sterile enough to meet him. Even though he knew that I was extremely cautious and did not enter the fallout zones, he did not want to take any risks. Somewhere in his condition I could understand and besides, Gekko was Gekko! “Gekko, this is urgent!Patience was no longer one of my better qualities. This had changed since my parents' death. I knew my father would reprike me if he was still alive.. That wasn't “Akai.”. ‘ Entrez, Mon Chere , 'he welcomed with a laughable French accent and the interconnecting door slipped open almost without sound and closed behind me when I had taken a few steps inside. His preference for phrases in foreign languages and his flawed pronunciation was sometimes hilarious, but it usually brought life to the brewery. ‘ Konnichiwa , Gekko-San.'I greeted the ict-guru as I raised my hand with an outstretched index finger as an informal greeting. Immaculate was a euphemism for the room where Gerekko Dai, Gekko for the friends and Mad Gekko for those who were not, spent most of his time in. Rarely would he leave the safe haven of his own room he designed. Exceptionally maybe in emergencies and even then his superbrain would find something to solve the emergency situation in no time.. An accidental fire alarm wouldn't move an inch outside his sheltered space. From his ultra-modern wheelchair, where he laced through his delineated realm with artistic finesse, he conjured his hands over an elongated horizontal touch screen. He touched a spot on this hardware here and there, controlling the oxygen supply, air conditioning and wall cooling, the full energy supply of his living space and, if necessary, he also hacked into the safety systems of the entire building and all of its devices.. The residents had, without knowing it, an eccentric guardian of the angel under their midst. Of course, through this system his daily order of a pizza ' quattro formaggi'. I think he really couldn't do without. His disability, a malformation of the lower body from birth, a consequence of radiation sickness in his mother, did not prevent him from being extremely mobile. Even if it was within the four walls of his empire. It also explained its immense fear of any visitors. I found myself in one of his easy deck chairs, a combination of futon and tatami with the touch of modern technology that Gekko's own. The furniture moved directly to my preferred position, a piece of information in the electronic memory of the recliner that responded to my stored prints, weight and movement pattern. I sighed! It was something I've been doing more lately. “You know..., “said Gekko as he monster me through his design owl glasses, “the soup is never eaten so hot... or anything like that.. Nankurunaisa , it's all gonna be fine again... you know, by the way, 'he obviously felt bored with the situation. ‘ Goshuushou ! Condolences.“Then he turned his vehicle one hundred and eighty degrees with a movement of his right hand over a sensor and went back into the data on his touchscreen and the various displays that flopped on and off. With his fur-colored hawaiian shirt and his glasses shouting 'NERD' in capital letters, he was a 'special'. I had a kind of hate love affair with this man. Gekko could sometimes make me drive up the walls with his meaningless or overly specific information. On the other hand, I had never been able to claim that it had broken up my acid to listen to his advice. At other times he could make me laugh with a single word but unfortunately the opposite was also true. He was a puzzle I was still making. But who would have to wait for other issues to be resolved. I had taken some leave, I had a lot of overtime I would never have taken.. Hopefully, I now had plenty of time to do what I had come to Gekko. “I want to ask you something...?'I started hesitantly. “That smells suspicious. Something that tends to illegality, 'was the brainful remark of the busy bee, who, like a wizard, made a slight turn on and off. “All right, Yu, I owe you a hundred years, so let it come, how can I make you happier today? A virtual trip to Yosemite National Park or a free weekend wellness spa at a trendy five-star hotel or just please you with my always appreciated pleasant presence! All experiences of which your toes will curl with pleasure, Gekko can deliver it all to you,... of course for a gentle and fair price.’ “I want you to hack into the Security Service site!’ The hands of Wizard Gekko kept floating in the air for a few seconds after my question. Slowly he lowered them and turned around. On his face had appeared a serious look. 'You know that there are quite bad punishments on it. One of those punishments you can sometimes end up in prison for. A place where you usually forget to die by everyone and may I remind you that they don't have my favorite pizza there... ', he looked at me without expressiveness over his glasses and there was a nasty silence between us. 'No problem, 'it suddenly sounded out of his mouth, where a sneaky grin appeared on. He shoved his glasses a little higher over his nose and turned back to his equipment, “what can I help you with today, forfeit a fine or give someone who wants to make you a long nose in retribution.?’ When I did not answer directly and he looked at me again questioning, I could not wipe the tears in time. No, I didn't want to, show weakness was for sissies. I cursed in the mouth but loud enough to get a raised eyebrow from Gekko, a black horizontal question mark without the tip, just seen above his flashy green design glasses. “When I asked the security officer if they had a trace of my parents' murderer or murderers, I got a lot of evasive answers.. We are following several tracks and unfortunately we can not give you anything concrete. Blah, blah.. You know, a lot of bleats but little wool, and yet I felt like they knew more than they told, something important maybe. That's why I was thinking about you, Gekko, if anyone can uncover their secrets, it's you..’ Gekko's broad grimace on the lips testified that he was clearly flattered, which, of course, was a calculated intent of my compliment. He held his head slightly tilted while he humming an unrecognizable tune.All right, let's find a back door.“At my questioning look, he explained. 'Every program has one or another ' backdoor' , a kind of loophole that the designer or programmer can use to access the program through a somewhat less orthodox way... by which I mean without using the user's usual password to open the program.’ His hands were busy in the weather. He opened screens, closed others, juggled with his hardware and dozens of programs and after fifteen minutes he looked at me with a satisfied look at his face: 'Bingo. Mom, I'm home!This sounded like a less successful imitation of some forgotten American movie star from last century. Even though there had been no smile on my face for a few weeks now, I had to smile for a moment. Gecko, crazier couldn't be, but he was The Man'. The person who could accomplish things that another did not yet understand the first letter of. ‘ Sugoi , cool”. I saw the Homeland Security logo on one of his screens with one line underneath: Request Dossier :…’. We looked at each other, I swallowed some saliva away from the tension, and Gekko tested the following letter combination on his touchscreen: “Mitsukai”. No Result! Arturo and Sachiko were also not the correct password. “Wrong file name, you have two more turns before your session is automatically closed”, the last disappointing answer was. I leaned disappointed backwards and tried to order my thoughts. How would the Security Service have cataloged this file? Hundreds of alarm bells and thousands of bells would probably go off at the Security Service when entering a fifth wrong input. Then Gekko's efforts were completely useless, perhaps even dangerous for his person if they tracked the hacker. They weren't that retarded at the Security Service now. However, the answer was on my lips, but Gekko was just as rapper than my answer and the word was already there before I had even spoken it: ' Akai ’. ‘ Strike !'cried Gekko triumphantly. It sounded more like Strik' but the result was. A laundry list of data scrolled across the screen and to the left of me a device came into operation, a light buzz accompanied a number of leaves that came out of a slider at the bottom of the printer, I hoped, with answers to my countless questions about the death of my parents. My computer friend made me take the documents. He may have been an outsider sometimes, which he himself always prayed with pride and self-mockery, but he left me my privacy as far as he could restrain his curiosity for a while. 'And...?'asked Gekko after one minute. As far as the limit of his patience. I saw that he had printed the data on interactive slides that worked the same way as his touchscreen. You saw at the top a file title with serial number and date of creation and below there were a number of pressure points in the bold and also a brief description of the facts. I read out loud. Password: AKAI File 190756 NVNW/SA Subject: Arturo Mitsukai - Sachiko Matai Date: 28-12-2111 Security Service Responsible: Superintendent Norino Vastai Deputy Inspector Shi Udesama Deputy Inspector Goro Fukamizu Responsible pathologist anatomist: Kim Huang, Morgue Sanctuary Short summary description logged on 28-12-2111: On Monday 28 December 2111 were the remains of Arturo Mitsukai and Sachiko Matai , his wife, after an anonymous phone call, found in the garden at the address of their domicile: 10 Chome Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo . According to the autopsy, the victims were inflicted several wounds with a sharp object which led to their final death. The murder weapon can be either a sharp knife, a kind of machete or sword. Research into the nature of the weapon is currently being investigated by our services. Given that no traces of blood were found at their home, it is assumed that the murders took place at a different location and that after their death the bodies were moved back to their home by the murderer (s). According to the report of the pathologist anatomist, death must have occurred on December 27, 2111 between 19h00 and 20h00 , dit steunende op de graad van rigor mortis op het moment van de identificatie op 28 December 2111 om 09h25. After the usual chemical analyzes, it was found that there were traces of narcotic substances in their bloodstream ( see blood analysis ). From this determination and analysis of the same substance found in the fogging mechanism of the victims' greenhouse, we can conclude that they were first sedated and then moved to the crime scene where the killer killed them and then brought them back. to their domicile.. My heart was pounding in my throat, I'd already felt better. I skipped the references to photos of the crime scene and pressed the field of ' modus operandi ’. The facts are classified under the heading of the ' Akai murders 'that have occurred in the region for several months. The modus operandi of the offender is similar in all cases. The victims are first sedated somehow, then injured to the bleeds, and then eventually decapitated with the murder weapon, which... I fled gawfully to Gekko's bathroom, where my protesting stomach could deposit its contents in the toilet bowl just in time. ‘ Anata from daijoubu desu ? How's it going, all right? Yu, everything okay?'asked a concerned Gekko on the other side of the bathroom door. 'Let me just... a few minutes to freshen up, 'replied the drawn face I saw looking at me in the mirror. I saw dark shadows, small walks of fatigue and sadness, and eyes with red veins that looked at me accusingly. A tired voice whispered in my head. Where were you when your parents needed you. You could have made a difference . I turned away from the mirror and flushed on. I had told myself a thousand times that I was not to blame for it, but in my head haunted and tormented me the thought that I had abandoned them somewhere. It was my imagination, and I knew it wasn't true, but sometimes I thought that people looked at me accusing, that they were talking about behind my back. “Look at that, Yukiko Mitsukai, she wasn't there to save her parents.“It hurt, God, what did it hurt?! Gekko looked at me disturbing when I came back in. I straightened with all the force I could bring in at that moment my chin. It was an unruly gesture and that carried away his satisfaction. I took the file back where I left it in vain and my eyes flew over the rest of the file. Two names I noticed. There were a number of casualties among gang members of the ' Skeelers ’. Coincidentally, I knew one of those street thugs.. The other name did ring a bell but I couldn't point it at home.. 'Stephen March, what does that tell me, 'I wondered. “You have to press his name, Yu, if any information is attached to it, it will probably be linked to his name.I was startled for a moment. Had I spoken my thoughts out loud? I urgently had to catch up with sleep or accidents would happen. Impatiently I tapped on the name Stephen March printed in text on the interactive slide in bold. copyright Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere Requiem: Chapter 2 or 4 - Requiem: Chapter 2 - Requiem: Chapter 4 -
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