C'EST LA GUERRE (47)

I was saying to the lieutenant:

— Do not believe lieutenant  that our mentally retarded specimen, hates women. It is simply that he is in the beginning and he is alone. Now he has nothing and despite his obvious confusion, he realizes that we have a lot of things. And above all it is our prisoner. Or is that really very hard, he is a true Neanderthal which consumed twice daily calories more than the Cro-Magnon. It is something akin to an immigrant who wants to make a great fortune for him and his family from zero.

But his plan is to do it all without studying, nor training and, above all, without to work. It's like he were starting his clan, his religious parish  of which he will be the leader and who knows everything about everything. His reason is force as a fierce will, against everything and everyone. When he will have his believers and his faithful clan, a woman like you would like him very much. Moreover boys, children, any "material" which as a hunter he would had chosen. Also any material medium, intellectual or any other type that he would craves to possess. Simply implying that it is better to donate things to the "parish", to the clan of which he and he alone, is the absolute ruler. Perhaps he should get married with a rich widow; this poor idiot, generator of problems, and overall I could be dead, of course, in some rare accident under his power . He is not more than a space-time confusion, instead as hunter, has all things very clear.

—  I'm thinking a lot of questions about him, sir. We know nothing about and yet here we have him. — Replied the lieutenant.



— Indeed, Lieutenant. I had thought of an inverted Terminator , as he does not proceed from the future (hopefully) but from the past. And with nothing in particular to do at the present ... with no specific mission as the real Terminator (which is not real, but from a movie.) — I answered. — Indeed, he put to try to convince us that he is the boss.


— We have a real and a very official problem, sir. — she answered — In my opinion, sir, stays ruled out that he were a member of any tribe that has survived miraculously alone and ignored around the world and by the world around.

— I agree and I think its a safe observation, Lieutenant; one more time — I replied her — Although this country is very adequate to the strange things,

Then the vanity case of the lieutenant gave a signal and she attended the call.. She spent some time listening and then she transmitted to me the message. She said me:

— Message from our superiority, sir. They are watching everything live, via satellite, sir. They order that we continue recording and transmitting. Moreover  we can submit the specimen to some small provocations, to know his reactions and his behavior experimentally. Above all, sir, we must keep it alive, in good condition and with maximum security. Almost certainly it is a theological embodiment, they say, sir.


At these words, for me was the least to be out of the office during work hours, as I was almost naked, almost by reflex action, I put my hand on my ass and the other hand on my pubis. A primal urge to protect my "armed" nakedness, since I was wearing the gun belt. Let's say that I was in a very weak situation of "employment".

But nevertheless, I set out to continue naturally the normality.

— For now lieutenant, we will not talk about the official things since they are hearing and seeing all what we say — I told her.— If you think of a small experimental challenge, let's put it into practice, Lieutenant. We´ll see what makes this gift of God we have a prisoner.

— OK, sir. — She said —Finally, sir, the superiority says they will be in contact with us as they are taking decisions about. Ended message, sir.