He was born on Mars. Father Francisco Morales de Alcantara, son of
Felipe and Consuelo Gutierrez, was born on Mars in 2205, during the third
period of terraforming, the population density and efficiency of the structures
could now guarantee a certain autonomy from the mother planet, safe development
and some ambitious goals.
Childhood had been gray and sad, a succession of colorless and
empty brackets, including pending a spark revealing its freeze all images.
Through his memory exulted enigmatic sounds and flashes, sensations of sour,
lots of smells aseptic. And caresses stunned. But Francisco remembered
especially beautiful and terrible that day, when he was born thinking.
- Francisco !
His mother always yelling his name , a hundred times a day ,
greenhouse corridors under domes methacrylate through dark corners of the barn
, bed and table in any place and at any time.
- Francisco !
He could hear his voice echoing like a weak skull , the lark , and
when the mother can not call him when Consuelo lay exhausted , sunk in slumber
languid and heavy , as foams silence , with her breasts out of the darkness
like a fountain phosphorus and sulfur .- Francisco !
He heard the voice echoing in frail skull , the lark , and when
the mother can not call him when Consuelo lay exhausted , sunk in slumber
languid and heavy silence as foams , breasts out of the dark like phosphorus
and fountains sulfur.
The far end of the greenhouse was that day , a shell of silence ,
full of barely perceptible noise or only imagined as lurking beasts unknown ,
formless entities gathered in secret meetings and conspiracies of which he felt
excluded. He sat there, crouched and barefoot near trees emissions, including
intricate lines that irrigated seedlings emerging from earth. He looked at his
feet bare , small hand which, in an innocent game stretched to reach a
sunflower stalk . And suddenly ...
I am, he thought . I am.
A wonderful discovery . Measureless and sublime sense of power and
burns deep inside . He was the master , the creator of the world, absolute
freedom , judgment, reasoning indispensable.
Never have to know how long that happiness remained atop exclusive
. Suddenly , it gets dark , the furnace turns into a pile of black coal and
suddenly gripped him despair and anxiety .
In a moment, lost everything: plants , coils and pipes, bright
dome greenhouse and everything beyond it appear confusing , tablets , masts
vane and other greenhouses that were as far as the eye could see , with
protruding arcades and a huge ribs skeleton lying on the red dunes of Mars ,
everything ... The world surrounding him loose in an unexpected way , leaving
him alone and humiliated .
- Francisco !
He left the conservatory , running madly towards his mother.
Consuelo sat in the corner
At school, walk like a sleepwalker. Impersonal voice of the robot
trainer occasionally reached up to him, sometimes sounding cold, often hearing
threshold limit.
Francisco hate that voice of ice, try to ignore it, taking refuge
in a deep pit of daydreams. So I watched horses and clouds, from the midst of
meadows that swayed in the breeze. And plunging into raging oceans full of gray
foam, glassy-winged gulls in flight of shiny plaster.
One day, his father, Felipe, his records showed results, almost
all color between orange and red.
- Not good, my boy, 'said and began to shake his head and more fun
than offended. Not even a card or even blue green, no yellow card. That does
not work at all.
Felipe understood rather than educational considerations. It was a
simple colon, like his wife, Consuelo. She could care greenhouses, to regulate
the flow of water in irrigation networks to distribute fertilizers and to meter
the light and heat. That yes, but returns with all perforations and lines,
constitute for him a real puzzle; understood only that, judging by the color of
the violent and alarming, Francisco went wrong with the school.
- Not good, repeat Felipe.
However, he picked up the boy and took him on his knee.
- Olé , caballero . If you had the necessary capacity means 'd
stay here on Mars , to cultivate rye and potatoes. Me and your mom are pinned
here since we know and forever , but not so bad . After all , there are worlds
worse than this ...
But when he saw the sheets Consuelo wept . He looked for a moment
as if the child were an object, then stroked his hair and walked away in a
hurry , taking a lane in the middle of the greenhouse plants. Francisco tried
in vain to go after her, she blocked the entrance to the greenhouse to lock up,
too high for the child 's height . Refuge among rabbit cages . The bright pink
of a carrot, attracted attention last born , who rushed to the bars separating
, and stood there, contemplating her with a sort of melancholy joy . They were
all - Pancho , Teresita , Marcellino , and Estrella and Manolo , Baloncito and
" El Diablo " , a black bunny by his aggressiveness , holding the
cage in a continuous uproar .
Thus, even at school, Francisco thought almost all rabbits. He see
it the "El Diablo" everywhere, even on the robot head instructor,
ready to nibble and antennas; draw rabbits always and everywhere, like a fever
pushed haunting. Compositions were full to the brim of rabbits, as well as
drawing chip and all sizes, rabbits darted through questionnaires among
invading tabs to the corners and edges of their most narrow.
Swallowed robot formations and after a few minutes they returned,
storing them in a large container, located in the thorax. The boys gave the
run, like some banners celebrating, and it was like a game of cleverness and
complicity, a nudge, a peek, or even a sly smile. No one was afraid of the
robot.
But Francisco was afraid. When he went to take the sheets and
found them full of red crosses, in which rabbits draw almost could not be
recognized, Francisco felt a chill at the hair root and empty stomach. Then he
thought of his mother and Felipe, but especially to his mother, because he was
afraid of losing affection, tenderness that little garden which was much
needed.
Then, one afternoon livid with the light bouncing shrink from one
window to another, arriving Father Gonzales, dressed in black with a red ribbon
for hanging crucifix in his heart.
Consuelo went to him and knelt. Immediately cried Felipe, who was
busy with the greenhouse heating pipes. Meanwhile, through a broad and can
pretty emphatic gesture, Father Gonzales invites to rise.
The house where they lived Felipe Consuelo was small , like all
houses on Mars. A standard home with just under seventy -five regular cubic
meters . But inside , the walls were colored mats , widgets and dressers , ears
, cobs , ornamental and Felipe , with overalls and shirt remained just looked
like a peasant in ancient times . Something moved in the heart of Father
Gonzales . Instinctively , waive the standard language from Mars and speaking
in Spanish.
- I came to El Niño , said .
And pointed to the nook where Francisco had taken refuge in the
meantime.
Father bag out of a stack of sheets bulky green and blue .
- This son of yours is a mountain of native wisdom , he added . A
box with diamonds.
Diamonds ! Felipe did not even know what those were . Gasped and
his eyes fixed on Father Gonzales , waiting for an explanation .
- El niño es un genio , firm voice says Ecclesiastes .
Felipe's face appeared a grimace. Consuelo and let her arms fall
to her sides. There was a long silence. Then she whispered to himself:
- Lo dice in pi ...
- I'm not kidding at all, provide parent Gonzales. En Verdad, El
Niño es un genio.
- El niño es loco, Felipe burst into laughter naughty. El niño
draw rabbits, pigeons and seagulls, pero no habla, silent for days, and the
school does nothing brings home only red cards ...
Father Gonzales sighed deeply and blue sheets and arrange on the
table, as if it were a game books alone. Then coughed, sneezed, scratched his
head.
- We have another criterion by which we consider children's
intelligence and their vocation fully God's work. We have more experience and
know how to read where a silly robot can not realize anything. Do you
understand?
Felipe Consuelo listened fearfully.
- Records that matter are these clear his father once Gonzales,
nervous finger tapping papers laid on the table. I have gathered during the
hours of catehesis, we can not fail.
But on Felipe Consuelo shook his head. Then Father Gonzales lost
his patience.
- You might want to question our judgment priests of the Holy
Roman Church?
At that point, without it being called someone Francisco left his
refuge and come in the middle of the room was pale, his lips trembled, but his
eyes were throwing flashes of humble pride.
He knelt and kissed slowly end red waist that hung Father
Gonzales, in part.
The priest mess hair with a gesture of goodwill.
- Eye of God will follow you everywhere, he said.
Then, with absolute certainty that his words will overcome any
obstacle continues:
- You have to learn at our school. I'll talk to the priests, not
robots, and a man to know the roots and wings, dirt and nobility, fall and
salvation. You'll learn extinct language that expresses Jesus ...
Then you descend into hell on Earth, where he originated all
mysteries, and there you will
Francisco wide open eyes. In his eyes a gleam of cunning twist of
Lucifer. Or it was just a sign of the most innocent gentleness?
Father Gonzales had the one moment of hesitation. Then his voice
sounded strong, under the low ceiling of the box.
- Over a hundred planets await word. You have to go there the
torch, while countless other worlds will come out of the womb huge galaxies,
and the glory of God will be glorified in the universe, that and because of
your labors ...
The priest grabbed his chin with two fingers, gently inviting him
to raise his head.
- Francisco, get elected! Heaven your life to the Lord our God. Do
you agree?
Child rotate around a cold. Mats, ears hanging on the walls lost
their color. His mother looked at him with eyes fooled. Felipe was a shadow
against the wall.
Then he sinks his head between his knees Father Gonzales, sobbing:
- I am the lamb of God.
Father Gonzales froze.
(to be continued)
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