C'EST LA GUERRE (46)

— I wonder, Lieutenant, what should be a power center ... — she laughed again which did that our Neanderthal  was much more furious against her. I added:

— Because..  my splendid Lieutenant, if we had stayed in the office, working honestly, we would not have this strange problem now.

— Hmmm, sir ... — She replied with a caressing attitude. A discharge of biochemical energy went down directly to my cock

— Excuse me, Lieutenant. — I said — I know. The office had not been able to suggest some very nice things that have occurred here, by the sea between you and me. I spoke only in professional terms... also with irony and so I can begin to see, this case is so complicated and sensational in every way, that it will be hard to believe for all at first. At least. We are facing something extraordinary, unpublished.


— I can imagine it, sir — she said —  A difficult work has coming for us such to focus and prepare a report especially complicated for the superiority.

—  I meant to this precisely, Lieutenant — I answered — These "apparitions", these unexpected events, almost could justified the existence of power as such, at past times.

—  As a "perfect storm" like some Catalan politicians called our movement for Real Democracy. — she said - Anyway sir, to have the specimen on our power is to have an irrefutable proof.

— This is exactly what I meant lieutenant. Okay, you are perfect.— I told her.


Then our "host - prisoner" which was furious, almost absolutely fuming by my indifferent attitude towards him and my lively chat with the lieutenant, began making derogatory and separation gestures to me, but everything referred to the lieutenant.

— Very foreseeable — she said, while increased Neanderthal anger.

— You are right, lieutenant, and I am totally disagree with him although we must understand that It is impossible for him to be a feminist. Clearly he seeks to seduce me with their magic conceptions. Something like that if the mammoth walks all over you, when you get home, you can humiliate your wife and children. You have my permission — I said her.


— He has few verbal skills, at all actually. On the other hand he is very talented to represent his biological power without any sense of the ridiculous. Only dramatic force. Survival is much less than to live. Even to survive in society it is little social, is the law of the jungle.

— All right, Lieutenant. Another pertinent observation — I answered.— We should have taken note of what you have said, Lieutenant. It´s very wise and appropiate for an official report. Anyway, I keep it in memory,

The lieutenant continued by carefully observing the specimen and saying:

— It is also clear, sir, that we still being Cromagnon, somehow, we realize and understand what his gesticulation gives us to understand.

— Great sharpness on the part of you again, Lieutenant. In fact, the hunter is only objective for hunting. Then he wants to hunt us down but he is not able to see he is lying, nor that he wants to deceive us as to any prey. It's like to be in an idle cocktail, and he appears hunting.


— We know something about, sir. He almost killed us with a fright. Really not evolved, sir. Unsociable. Unscientific. No capacity for analysis.— She said.

— All right, Lieutenant. To live is every time more fun until the hunter appears. The Evolution — I continued — is almost on hold because of the "hunter". By the power, if we want to be accurate. The Power for millennia, makes us feeble-minded as such. Only a few come to understand. Only to understand, is useless.