'Till I Found You

O Mundo Colapsa 5

çdljkdçl

çldkçld

2200, Inverno, 11.15 GMT

dºçlfºdçs

Lembrou-se que colocara aquele registo naquela categoria por nenhuma razão específica. Algo lhe chamara a atenção, mas não percebera ainda exactamente porquê.

Abriu a caixa de texto.

Leu:

çdlfºdf

Excerto do Diário do Sujeito 9843852

dçlfºçd

17/01/2030

dºflºçdl

Guardian-Angel,

It seems that things never happen exactly the way we want them to. Went to fetch my stuff at the studio and P. was there. I didn't want to tell him anything but, you know me, I always have to tell somebody. So I told him the whole story. He said I was crazy, of course. Big news. I guess the thing is he never knew me as much as he likes to think he does. I didn't tell him about you. I couldn't. God! he thinks that just because he used to fuck me he has the right to stay there, inside me and keep being a part of my life. I don't want that, C. I don't think I want that ever again. I still miss you so much. Sometimes I think you're there, right in front of me, when I'm walking down a street. I don't see you, but inside me it's you. I don't know what to do but to think of you. It hurts so god damn much but I can't drive you away.

Anyway, P. asked me to take the camera with me. It's strange but, although I didn't tell him, he seemed to understand that maybe I was never going to use that camera again. He does know a little bit of me, after all. I don't know if I was going to take it, if he hadn't mentioned it. But I accepted the deal. I don't get fired and I don't get compromised. I'm leaving in a week. I called you, you know? I guess I gathered up the courage to do it, because I'm leaving anyway. Maybe in the hope of catching you up before you did it. But hoping, a part of me, at least, that you had already done it. I called you twice. The first time your recorded voice answered. I told myself it was enough. Enough to hear your professional, cold voice. But it wasn't, of course. And of course I had to make sure you were still here. The second time, you answered. I think it was even worse than hearing the recorded voice. So I hung up, without even waiting to see if you would eventually say my name. I didn't want to know, in case you didn't. I wasn't going to talk, even if you had.

Tuesday

ºdçlfºç

Ficou a pensar naquilo durante uns momentos.

dfdklk

O sistema avisou-o de novo.

45 minutes left to:

- check 200 entries

- file 100 registers

- analise 100 registers

- create 2 reports of recent activities

- update VR

NOTE: check out the Dheli in Cascais

fkdçlf

Não havia tempo. Tinha que se pôr a mexer. Precisava de apresentar os relatórios na CM ou a sua cabeça ia rolar, salvo seja. Depois da CM trataria daquilo. Arquivou o diário inteiro no Arquivo Pessoal e ligou o Automatic a todo o vapor. Quando acabou sobrava-lhe apenas o raio da Dheli em Cascais. Teria que adiar novamente. Quando lá passasse já aquela porra teria desaparecido do mapa, provavelmente.

çlskçkls

A CM (Cyber Meeting) acontecia de 168 em 168 horas, fosse em que circunstâncias fosse. Era a reunião semanal da Resistência Cibernética. Mas, embora estivessem contabilizados oficialmente 5.000 ARLIs espalhados pelo sistema e se suspeitasse que houvessem outros tantos ainda não registados - para não falar nos cerca de 300 agentes duplos e ARLIs flipados - apenas 10 reuniam na CM. Estes 10 eram o Governo Sombra do Planeta nesta altura. A elite dos ARLIs, composta pelos veteranos que existiam desde o início do Programa de Vida Artificial.