What a Wonderful Day!

"Oh, that must be a cosmic ship!" says Falco, laughing.

"I thought you are a weird guy. Since you have entered our Dixieland band! I think you’re able to wander in the archipelago, to shout to the drunkards: don’t walk on the grass, do not jump over the fence… I felt it, you’ve got a civic feeling, extremely developed! But, attention, cosmic ships, this I don’t believe you’re able to cry out!"

"I told you! Really, look out!"

"But it’s only a faint light!"

"No, dear! It’s secret agent 01 from XILONN lab and he’s just on his way to seek the A8 android!"

"Well, and can he?"

Falco didn’t answer to her. He grabbed the gun and unloaded it towards a tiny cosmic ship.

"Here’s 01, here’s 01! I’m being attacked!"

"I told you to change the bands on time. Hey, you’re fucked up!"

"…"

"A rividerci, caro 01, ciao!"

Falco laughs noisily. It’s like in bad movies with stupid cops. He cannot believe that agent 01 didn’t take safety measures. He vanished out of the blue. Big deal. They will probably send an army after him. And they will annihilate him in the end. How long will this game continue?

No, Agatha, he can’t know. He doesn’t even realize why the prefect and the mayor have rushed to play in a Dixieland band. They are really fond of jazz, aren’t they? The hell they are! The hell?!

Truth is, both the prefect and the mayor are shaking with fear only when they think that the phenomenon might expand! In order to control a movement you put yourself in front of it! If you want to supervise the masses you do what they would do! You’re wearing their traditional clothes. You’re sharing their credos! You knee next to them. And you play Dixieland.

That was the opinion of the specialists of Power. Of any time, any space. Falco was sure then. He was born in another zone. In a test tube. But he finally ran out of that test tube.

He got into the brains of a jazzman, who was going to die, as he had been crashed by a bus.

Falco scanned his memory. He had decided to become detective, to be incognito. He has chosen as his model the detective who was following the damn jazzman, because that one was cheating his wife.

"How would like your coffee? Sweet, bitter?" cried Agatha from the kitchen.

Falco didn’t even hear her, he had called one of his cells to get him informed on the Senator Gregorian’s health. And he asked for another test-witness for the moment of the impact with the duct through which the ocean had overflowed. Falco was completely astonished! The duct had been generated by the brain of a white whale!

"The coffee’s spilling, honey!"

"No problem, the Senator’s health is really good!"

Agatha fetches the cups of coffee. The coffee is steamy. Falco sits on the bed, and meditates. Agatha smiles kindly. Absent-minded, she stumbles over some newspapers and she fells down. In her fall, one of her arm twists and a few plastic sensors spring out of her shoulder. Without any mimic, Falco grabs his gun and he shots her straight. He shuts the window.

"Forgive me, honey, for I shot you right in your heart!"