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Sati Revolution. If it were true?

III

“..e così gli ho detto sarà per un altra volta”.
4 persone davanti alla macchina del caffè ridono. “Che ore sono? Già le 10? Cazzo devo finire quel lavoro per Smith altrimenti mi spacca le palle sinché non l’ho fatto.”
Ridono di nuovo.
“Sì ridete ridete perché voi non avete un cazzo da fare eh?!” Ridono di nuovo poi uno fa “Sì, magari, devo finire anch’io una roba per le 11, meno male che è venerdì” “Eh già è venerdì” dice un altro. Tutti si girano verso l’unico che non ha ancora parlato e uno di questi gli fa “e tu, non hai niente da fare?”. Il tipo al centro dell’attenzione sorride. Ha uno sguardo attento, ma allo stesso tempo sereno e per certi versi allegro, se così si può dire. “Sì certo. Anch’io I have something to do. "
"Bravo, well now you tell lies, if you have something to do because you do not see how you should be anxious?". "Yes, because you did not hurry to finish it?". The guys stare at him looking for a sign of repentance, but nothing, the kind replies calmly, "Why so much done this there will be another thing to accomplish." "Take it easy eh? You expect your boss does not break like mine .. "The guy replies," No, I take it easy, we bring the right time that I have to make? "And with a serene smile.
"No, you are with a couple of months that you can not scratch it, eh? "
" You're right, "others say
The guy keeps watch with an expression serene.
"You lose the opportunity to make a career but do not seem very upset, eh?"
The guy keeps watch with an expression serene.
"I had only to give the practice a week ago and perhaps today you would be in place Peter .."
The type continues to look so curious.
"That Peter there, so young and already so in his career .."
The flock needs a victim sometimes.
"Yes it is true that time and now you've lost touch obey you Peter .. Peter nice? "
The guy keeps watch so curious.
Flocks often loses a sense of proportion.
"Already that Peter who is with your ex-wife, eh?"
The type continues to observe them in a curious, but a thin upper lip begins to quiver on the show, first floor then grows up to become a word. His word is "Om Mani Meh Well Hung, Om Mani Meh Well Hung, Om Mani Meh Well Hung, Om Mani Meh Well Hung, Om Mani Meh Well Hung, Om Mani Meh Well Hung, Om Mani Well Hung Meh .."
The flock retreats, scared. The word becomes a chant. The chant becomes liturgy.
One is "Call security, there is another one of those, Make haste. "
all running away. The type remains in front of the coffee machine.
sings "Om Mani Meh Well Hung" and his expression is serene.
When the secure download of the Taser on him all the wattage just stops singing.
They are like that, or so they say in the world.