went into the house and moving into a carpeted hallway. On one wall hung a picture, almost completely occupying, which showed a sea and something like a luminous ball. We climbed the stairs and reached the second floor.
All the windows were open. The floor, white tile, bright, picked up the last rays of the sun. We arrived at an office. The door was open.
-Between, "said my companion unknown and silent, before leaving.
Behind the table, a man with obvious overweight, gray-haired and wearing a short sleeve shirt with red stripes, I watched through his glasses excessive eccentric pasta model that occupied the half of the face. I was expecting, and seemed very calm. His hands on each other.
"Good morning, Mr. Alexander.
"Hello, how do you know my name? What am I doing here?
"You know very well what he does. Has spent years looking for the temple of Apollo and finally found it. No need to disguise, we know each of his movements and there is no room for doubt.
His voice was so slow and absent of any aggressive undertone that I stopped being tense. The window at the side of the room was open and let in air with the smell of pine fresh wind and salt and chlorine in swimming pools.
"I'll be as brief as possible, but there are some things you should know. First, I have to say that I speak on behalf of a company dedicated to save the temple of Apollo. At the moment, I am the director, though I can not say my name. We have many active years, thousands of centuries. Arguably manage the use made of papyrus. Understand that the magnitude of secrecy requires maximum discretion.
got up and started walking to either side of the table, hands clasped behind his back.
"As I said, do not cease for centuries in our surveillance activities, which includes both church detect seekers around the planet and keep its location secret and preserve the papyrus. Yet, until recently we did not watch anything really concrete. Previously, we knew roughly where the temple should be. In the early fifties someone carried out a series of works in the rock that you have seen this afternoon. Collapsed some rocks and, to the surprise of the workers, did the Temple of Apollo in ancient hiding. Immediately we ensure that the secret will not be shared, and we had to plan new strategies for surveillance.
He paused in front of the window, looking outside. Her back was to me, but kept talking.
"The temple remained intact. It seemed straight out of antiquity. And it included the papyrus, also perfectly preserved. All this caused within our organization many controversies. Ideas about very different types. Some were in favor of burning the papyrus. Others spoke of the need for disclosure was all mankind. We conclude that this source of superhuman beauty could not remain only in our hands. Was the only point we started to move away from the traditional roots of our society, which only refer to surveillance. Somehow, we wanted to leave benefit humanity. This is why you are now here. However, their mass reproduction could only lead to chaos and confusion. Suddenly lead to any the world to a new state of consciousness, with no progression and time to time, would create a risk of unexpected consequences for the human species
- What do you mean that I owe my presence here at this turning point?
-A finally opted for a compromise. Humankind would benefit from the discovery, but little by little, over the centuries. It would be possible to access the papyrus, but only those who would do what they were looking for. We know all the sources from which the classics tracks hid. We have developed enough to detect people who are handling this kind of issues and submit monitored until they are convinced they have discovered the secret.
- And then?
He sat back behind his desk.
"Then, this person deserves access to papyrus. But keep in mind that there are a number of restrictions.
opened a desk drawer, which removed a blue sheet with several points. I quickly became clear the rules of society:
1 - Do not disclose the secret.
2 - Do not exceed the time allowed.
3 - No access papyrus without permission.
4 - Respect the decisions of use of society.
"The first point is simple," he said. It is even common sense, because it understands that the less people know the secret, you'll benefit more than they can get. The second point is not too much trouble. You will be assigned a specific time of contact with the papyrus, and under no circumstances exceed it. The third is simple. And the last is indisputable. I mean, we decide to use you will make the papyrus: how long you can browse and times will return.
- Are limited? "On what basis to decide?
-In areas that we reserve. But keep in mind that we calculate everything and that decisions are never arbitrary. Simply put, if you say it will not be able to return, be limited to no return. Maybe with luck, over the years, be allowed access again.
- Used by many people?
"Since the fifties, a total of thirty people, including active, ie they can re-use, and inactive, which currently have no access again. Not everyone has taken advantage of the same, but I assure you the best musicians have passed through the temple.
- What?
-Understand that I can tell.
However, in my head and venture opportunities. Brian Wilson manipulated the papyrus and wrote the songs that become the most important author of pop. Arthur Lee appeared in the trial with a handful of songs formidable and justified it as an outburst of inspiration fostered by the presentiment of his own death. Burt Bacharach used to talk about musical complexity needed in a good composition, but limited themselves to interpret the codes extracted from the papyrus.
This man rose from his seat surprising agility for his size, and accompanied me to the office door.
"You should be tomorrow morning at ten in the same place on the beach where you have seen the guards.
- Baywatch? You mean all the surfers? Are they members of society?
"Yes." And another thing. I hope you know the classic musical notations.
"I am an expert.
He held out his hand.
"Wait, how long will it be?
-Lo you know tomorrow. Do not worry, and consider yourself lucky. Good afternoon.
Upon leaving the hall carpeting paid more attention to the box occupied by the wall. The luminous ball resting on a car with horses tied around it. The sea reflected the sky looked like the dawn, orange, red more vivid and the closer was on the ball. In one corner, lying on the sand, a man draw circular shapes on paper.
CONTINUE
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