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  4.

  One day, a few times later I got up me some, later of the usual one and I went out for walking to the sun.

  Podismo I free for a couple of hours, then I went me to the laboratory.

  The boys were waiting me; Kurt and Vladi were polishing up around some with extreme reluctance. They were smart, but disorder was the their according to name.

  Both were spellbound from me, if you/they had been able you/they would also have submitted me to the tests of pregnancy.

  «Thing we have today?» I asked.

  Kurt, a freckled youngster with red scrubbing brush hair, pointed out me a chair and a minuscule tavolino. The group of search was united to from a couple of weeks and great friend of Vladi had become immediately. The two was resembled of character, and both had been pupils of the doctor Of the during the university. Kurt was more youth of one year-old Vladi, but you/he/she would not be said, seen the sea of wrinkles that the eyes surrounded him. It said that it was for the vice to study at night little sleeping. All we granted him the benefit of the doubt, until not said some demonstration of his/her nighttime habits: it often finished his/her job remaining in the laboratory up to the small hours.

  Tells a glance the issue leaned on the table.

  «It seems a test for the Q.I.» I risked.

  Vladi clapped the hands as a little boy.

  «Good. Today, change of program» it told me encouraging to sit me.

  «I have to suppose that you suspect that that I secretly know from a piece» I joked. «I am me rincretinendo. You want to know than.»

  It was a wisecrack, but up to a certain point. It was the third time that you/they made me the test in the last six weeks. You/they were looking for something but nobody told me nothing.

  I had tried to talk to Berliz and then with Of the but me alone propinavano of the gossips.

  Vladi laughed in forced way and a pen passed me.

  The first time that someone obviously passed one of them I broke her/it. Since then my movements had become sophisticated; I picked her/it up with delicacy from the hands of the young one and I sat with patience. Kurt pointed out me the clock to wall.

  «When the hand reaches the three» it said.

  I docilely attended the half necessary minute, then I started to read.

  I immediately became me account that the test was strange: I would be me expected a difficulty I mediate tall, suitable to put me to hard test; instead it was rather simple to find the solutions. It had to be us something under. I employed two bystanders of the available time to end and I returned papers and pen to the boys.

  They didn't deign the forms of a glance; they begged me to wait there and they went out both.

  Life is a perennial attended.

  I got up me and I went to the window, looking out: to New Sealon was a beautiful day, the sun created wide shades under the platans of the avenue that it wound among the laboratories.

  To think that everything that had been created for me it had a that of satisfactory. Before my body died, there were only there fields. Then I remembered, in that lettuccios of hospital you/he/she was proposed me the improbable operation of espianto. In the last days I was kept in life from the cars, my poor man body didn't work anymore.

  You/he/she had been a gradual trial and pain. Everything was initiated with a fall without apparent motive. I was to shop in a department store there when, without because and percome, earth I had found to: for a long time I had relived the moment of the fall, as if you/he/she had been this the point of transition among a life lived in health and the difficulties of the progressive illness.

  In reality, to fall the first skirmish of the problem was alone, a symptom: but inside of me, in my conscience, in my memory, I lived her/it and I relived as it causes before my following misfortunes. Perhaps it was what had prevented for a long time me from walking well. I had discovered him me same: for my mind to walk was a permanent to fall.

  However pits, my human body had begun to deteriorate himself/herself/themselves, I don't know if throwing me more in the dark desperation or in an irate condition of rebellious horror.

  I was frightened, but also raged. Not only for myself. Daylight fought for withstanding the violence of the thing; it had to protect his/her children and to help me, but a lot of energies didn't stay her to take he/she takes care of him of its person. It was a bad period for everybody.

  After some months only my brain had been intact, the illness had not touched him. And it reacted extraordinarily well to the treatments.

  It was then that university made me the proposal. An idea that in itself it had something unnatural and obscene. Nevertheless, if I/you had accepted, I would have been able to live; in different way, but to live. The physicians would have had their guinea-pig to experiment, I would have had my family also bringing a concrete help to the home menage with the contributions of the university.

  It was that the true thought that induced me. Daylight was marvelous with his/her/their children, but it was alone. Before his/her mother was dead, then her husband had planted her and his/her father now died also.

  With that that it stayed of my voice, I explained her some possibility. You embraced her/it with energy. He/she didn't absolutely want that I died; in whatever form I/you had been, she felt the need of dad. This way I accepted; around me, slowly, that center of search had been born. But then I didn't know about the sufferings that he/she anchors they waited me.

  I leaned the look on the students that walked with the books in hand; many of they knew me to them, even if nobody gave me confidence. I frightened a certain way.

  I had a circular vision of my world; it attacked me to the sudden one: I was looking out, shoulders in the door, but while I was peering at the passer-bys, I also saw all the pictures of the four walls and the handle of the door that it rotated. I fought the sense of dizziness. I rippled.

  «Angel» it said the new entered.

  I turned me verse of him.

  «Doctor Berliz» I said.

  I saw that it held the test that I had just done. The physician you have to acknowledge my unstable equilibrium and it rippled the forehead.

  «You feel well yourself?» he/she asked me instinctively making the gesture to support me. You withdrew to the last instant, aware that if I were fallen I would have dragged him with me.

  «Yes, now yes.»

  I had immediately recovered.

  «How the other time?»

  «Already. What happens me, doctor?»

  Berliz told little importance the thing; it waved the hand with carelessness.

  «You are suiting yourself for the potentialities of your sensors. That's all. It takes some time to pass from a binocular vision to a circular.»

  Then it smiled at me pleased.

  «Many colleagues didn't think that you would have succeeded there» it confided.

  «Be'» I commented. «An explanation. Not badly.»

  Berliz fixed me for a moment.

  «We never tell you very, I know him/it. I assure you that it is better this way. I would like that I got used yourself to what you are without analyzing too much you. Don't be a heap of components that you/they work in a certain way, you are a person.»

  I thought it on; it perhaps was not wrong, but by now you/he/she was unbuttoned and I thought about taking advantage of it.

  «A person that you submit to test without explanations» I commented.

  Berliz slightly puffed, then smiled.

  «You allude to the test on the quotient of intelligence of today.»

  «To that and the ACP. I have made him four times in the last eight months.»

  ACP was for Deep Cerebral Analysis. The car had been realized by few and set on me. It was portable, but uncomfortable and heavy. Being that that I was I could wear her/it without problems.

  Nobody had ever told me thing it exactly served. I imagined pits a kind of Cat scan of reduced dimensions.

 
; Berliz nodded and sat, lost in thought.

  «The fact is that. bushels changing» it started.

  It seemed tense, perhaps aware that was marching on a mined ground. It went from there of my identity.

  «It was in the account, naturally. Your brain now has different stimuli. You/he/she is lifted by the assignment to manage respiraton, blood circulation, diffused tactile perceptions and all the complex mechanisms of which we don't realize there to conscious level and that they compose the man. At the same time, we are equipping you with new resources. Your sensors are best of mine. My brain has stimuli primitives that it has to elaborate completely to extract something of it; you have more complex stimuli, because your organs of sense elaborate alone a big massive structure of information and they propose to your brain a more sophisticated input. For now bushels exploiting a small part of that input. But the layouts tell that the things evolve him. You are grabbing more. Your brain he is. reconverting. Some of the areas that now, with your new body, they would not serve you more, you/they are changing their function. They adapts. They activates when as a rule they would not owe. They elaborate new data. The old electroencephalogram is inapplicable to you, by now.»

  It intended that, if I/you had made that tests, the car would not have more me recognized as human. It didn't tell him/it, but it was enough evident.

  «And the test of the Q.I.?» I asked.

  Smiled Berliz.

  «One curiosity of mine. I regret if the thing has disturbed you. But I was right. Your intelligence is also changing. The acp shows a great cerebral activity. New active zones, with new you bring to the whole. Your Q.I. you/he/she is slowly increasing.»

  I had felt so fool and incompetent, lately, that looked better it to see if it joked.

  Berliz got up, slightly disappointed. I think it was waited that more interest I manifested for his/her words.

  The hand handed me without not even fearing that I grinded her/it to him: it had a lot of more trust in me of how much I had of it me same. I tightened her/it to him with strength, but not too much; the hand I am never is not liked moscia, even from human being. We greeted there, Kurt and Vladi reentered chatting of the more and of the less. They wanted to continue with the program.

  «Hands» Kurt began. «Taken of precision. We see how if it gets by.»

  «Wings of fly?» I asked.

  The two looked him without understanding. I moved the left arm in rapid way and I crushed indeed the index on the thumb with a satisfactory snap. I showed the two fingers with the fingertips to contrast, as if I had really torn a wing from a fly of passage.

  Vladi fixed my hand; it tried to see the wing.

  That two took seriously always me.

  Wanted us a whole minute that they understood the joke and they continued with the anticipated tests.