[asleep] Delirium # 1: [not] do what [not] right
I'm an engineer naval success. Smoking a cigar and drinking cognac at a table, surrounded by some of my colleagues. We are longtime friends, brothers in college, between us there is a piece of the cultural elite of the West: designer, designers, engineers, high level, people with whom I shared the key moments of my educational growth and with whom I have seen some significant steps to adult life. A casual meal but more decent that has just ended. They start rumors.
We are home of one of us who, with the help of myself and two others in the role of assistant chefs, masterfully prepared dinner. She loves to cook and have good taste, like all of us, and
, indeed, what the fuck we ? I am not among them, I was wrong. I'm seeing and hearing, I am here. I am a mere spectator. Indeed
suddenly do not understand a damn naval engineering, absolutely nothing, yet I felt I was grabbing everything until recently. Too bad, really. I've always loved airplanes, and even the idea of being a man refined ingenuity, Tony Stark with the air of one who is near the top but after reaching the very top do not give a fuck much. These guys are like that, figs and unscrupulous, and I see (I see) that they despise the summit is not modesty, but the precise knowledge that the step just below have more freedom to control the whole shebang, because that is where they belong.
But I'm not one of them. Patience. Come on ..
heard them talk quietly, but alas, unfortunately, the illusion is now gone and I can not understand anything they say, and the contents of their sentences automatically becomes a series of phonemes glued one behind the other without a sense to hold it all. There are black lines that come out of their mouths and tend to turn quickly to gray, and instead of going horizontally, collapse as a graph log x pointing to infinity in their shoes. But disappears before reaching chest height. Everything loses meaning and consistency, begins to fade. This discourages me, but fortunately did not last long.
is starting to talk real business: critical of idiots, clowns, balloons and calabraghe. Opinions are shared, although not all work for the same company (Very Important large corporations), and indeed I understand that 3 GMMI working for the "X", another two for the "Y" and one for " Z ". All have agreed to an implied agreement, despite their long friendship and affection that binds them at the end: do not talk about serious business. It alludes to problems in the workplace generally, discussing academy, never enters into the matter. As for the family, except in special cases, we held vague. This is the only border that should never be crossed in the life of a professional. Become a friend just better, assuming that greater exposure of their private side really amounts to a higher quality of human interactions, it would mean quitting the role of the serious professional. Everyone at the table, and round-table similar to that around the world, had sacrificed many years and dedicated his life to a passion, even an ideal, and receiving geared to achieving a particular goal. Nobody would have required, just a friend, such a sacrifice in the name of crowds a romantic and stereotypical view of the affection and mutual esteem.
While this realization, a curious thing happens.
what turned out to be an employee of the "Z" mentions in passing a great job opportunity that arose recently to present an opportunity that has the air of being the real breakthrough. He reveals that he has been put in charge of the design team that, because of a contract recently won by his GMMI, however, well known to all present and beyond, would have to build a new stealth fighter for the American government . At this point I see something flashing in the eyes of those present, a sort of horror hidden, as if the path had a chill their spines in unison. It lasts only a moment, but it has the pungent smell of a dark omen of defeat invincible.
And then I read again in their minds. You act in a palace intrigue within the Z. The management board is riven by irreconcilable fractures and power relations have changed. It has sought to dethrone a big shot, and after months of secret agreements and external support (even by X and Y), to mark the victory of the important contract of which we spoke, came the opportunity to launch the 'final attack. The project will be sabotaged, big losses for the company, career cut short by the big guy and huge personal benefits for the conspirators. Like the ancient oriental monarchs, the loser will bring with it in the ground all those who depended on a direct line from him. In particular, who oversaw the project.
None of these is aware of how many of them know. But the voices, although unofficial, circulating for some time at certain levels and, for this reason, each of them understands what that means.
Sitting at the table with them is a senator in the process of being ninja. A dead man talking.
But everything goes normally. Each individual does the right thing and joined the choir (who kicked off?) Of congratulations and best wishes for your career the lucky. It makes a toast.
Nothing has happened. Who can say otherwise?
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