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MIND GAME
Good morning, Miss. Morning, Sir. Would you have the time?
La kioma horo estas?
Estas la 9-a kaj 42.
This is 9:42.
Thank you.
– Ne dankinde. – Have a good day.
“On a Saturday morning. The weather is really bright.
Frederic, in his forties, is walking on the street.
He has decided to free his mind, enjoying the morning freshness.”
“In order to withdraw the amount of money needed for his morning shopping,
he comes closer to an automatic teller machine.”
“Frederic inputs his identification number on the keypad,
INCORRECT NUMBER – What the… It doesn’t work?
Well, I’m now going back to my Harley to do the shopping.
I grab my keys…
Where did I put them?
I’ve lost the keys of my Harley?
“There passes a bus. Frederic is tempted, for now he has little time ahead.”
“Missed!”
Dammit! Got no luck, today!
Do not worry: neither do I success in accomplishing anything this morning.
This is madness we both have so less luck today.
It seems the Universe is against us. – I would like to believe you.
Tell me, would you mind playing “Rock-paper-scissors?”
Let us beat chance: if you win, I will give you my number.
This way, you could call me, in case any strange event shall happen to you.
He’s the strange one! Well, he doesn’t look nasty, at least.
Let’s play with him, we’ll see.
I go by the name Oliver. My number is 06 31 13…
“Missed again!”
Well! Pay attention to what you are typing!
Do not worry: I perfectly remember your number.
Well, let’s check if my keys aren’t in my jacket pockets…
“Well thought!”
Well, okay. But I usually put ’em in my trousers.
“Frederic, after finding his keys, rides to the supermarket.
Following which he rides back home, his goods in his backpack.”
Once more? This is not happening!
Good morning, Sir. Neither do you success in opening this door?
I encountered the same issue this morning. You can try 23 805.
You were right.
Should you know, all of my digit codes seem erroneous this morning.
And I almost had to walk back from downtown by foot,
not finding my motorbike keys anymore.
Shall we?
– Which floor? – Hem… 7th!
Odd noise.
Always to be heard before strange events.
So do I hear a strange, recurring noise since I woke up.
And after that, every decision I make seems random.
Well, there you are:
I wanted to share with both of you… I drove by some building in my car,
and I wondered… I had a revelation, a vision… And I pictured us… the three of us,
at a table. And… There was another man.
– Well. – Then, I had the feeling that
if the three of us went there, we might be able to understand
why everything seems so odd this morning.
“What a plan!”
– Are you in? – “No wonder!”
This voice?!
“The three adventurers walk down the building, standing outside,
– as the night fell.” – What now… already?
What is going on?
– And now, what do we do? – Hurry up, in my car.
I’ll follow you on my motorbike!
There we are!
Fred, try to open the door. Zetoune, you’ll help him.
I’ll get off and meet you back.
– “The door is locked.” – Still this voice?
Celine is surely right, something is woven inside these walls.
Wait up Fred, I’ll help you. Let me go.
Well, let’s test my strength.
It worked! I step backwards and run to break it down!
“The three adventurers enter and move forward into an anteroom.
Following the voice, they go through a door and penetrate a vast room.
In the middle stands a table, behind which is standing a man,
whom they glimpse before stopping. Mix of surprise and lack of understanding.”
Who are you?
Obviousness at its finest: the Master.
– Master of what? – The Gamemaster, obviously!
Obviously(!)
You see, you currently are commited to a quest
which aim is to destroy me.
And if you reach this goal… you win the game.
The game?
Are you not under the impression that your entire day has only been a succession
of random events, only connected by a man behind the curtain?
– This isn’t happening… This is nuts… – Yes Oliver, it is happening:
you are playing it.
Alright, we are playing…
Well, in this case…
Hey, don’t be so quick, mate!
Oliver! What the…
Well, yes. This is my quest: bringing you here, both of you.
Imagine how delighted I was when you burst out of the elevator,
willing to lead us here: all my work had already been done!
You traitor!
Drop your gun!
Don’t move!
Or I’ll kill her.
– One down! – Good Oliver, good!
I disagree: you never mentioned a traitor!
This is the game, sweetheart.
The game? You call this a game?!
He’s dead, stop the ***! If this is really a game,
Well yes, this is really a game! Let us see if you will be luckier next time…
“On a Saturday morning. The weather is really bright.
Frederic, in his forties, is walking on the street.
He comes closer to an automatic teller machine.”
Well, no! Not this time!
We know what to do next. Do not worry,
we have control again, this morning. The luck is ours.
See you later.
“Frederic rides to the supermarket.
Following which he rides back home, his goods in his backpack.”
Oliver ? Let us meet outside.
I drove by some building in my car,
and I had a revelation, a vision… And I pictured us… the three of us,
at a table. And… There even was another man.
– Well. – Then, I had the feeling that
if the three of us went there, we might be able to understand
why everything seems so odd this morning.
Are you in?
I step backwards and run to break it down!
“The three adventurers enter and move forward into an anteroom.
They go through a door and penetrate a vast room.
In the middle stands a table, behind which are sitting four persons:
them and the Master.”
What is going on?
Well, you just came back in, and see us playing.
Oh, we’ve got the right to do such things?
– Not bad. – Wait, we can do even better: watch.
Oliver is a traitor.
Everything will be fine, this time.
We are now playing the key part: you have to kill the Gamemaster.
– Fred, what do you do? – Lili, you grab the katana.
– I’ll grab the gun. – What about me? I’m just watching?
Come closer to the Master.
What a bad position I got!
Well, you killed the traitor among you.
– Damn, I’m dead. – Well played, Fred. Remains the Master.
Well, who won?