"Closer. The things you see here are part of your legacy."

At the bottom of the table, behind the candles, there were two items up to that point I had not noticed. The first was about the size of a saucer and had irregular edges, like a fragment of something. A lattice thin and fragile.

Seemed to be of bronze. Looking more closely, I noticed that the grid was in reality a tangle of oriental characters. A work of astonishing workmanship.

"It is part of a shield," I said, those looking arabsechi. "Constituted a diminution by a maze of words."

"Just so," said Fidorous. Put a hand into the pocket of palandrana and brought a crumpled piece of paper. "Would you like to read aloud, please?"

Eza poetry.

On top of a cliff,
among the pines and oaks;
spring and reached
dressed in mist

"Thank you. What is it? Now, you should take the package to the edges with the tip of the fingers, arms stretched far, far away from the torso."

I obeyed without understanding anything.

Was much less of the first drug, a ruler seemed a little thick and slightly curved, the length of a quaratina cm, closed at ends with a simple bronze sphere. But when Fidorous him I knew immediately what it was: it was the hilt of a Japanese sword. Without a sword blade. Shotai-Mu. The doctor weighs in our hands the sword without a sword, try to shake it in the air and suddenly a vibro fendente down, indinzzando where the line should have been the blade on the sheet of paper that hold in front of me. Instinctively closed his eyes, but when the reopen nothing had happened. The sheet of paper was still intatio between my hands.

Fidorous laid with great care the hilt in his place on the table, pai you turned back towards me. "Read poetry, please."

Obeyed

Or at least we tried.

The frequency to every stumble. He could no longer find the flow of the text, a voice they will in mind.

"What chos'ha done?"

Fidorous I did mention to approach the andele. "From 'a' look more closely to the words."

but at a
pini and
have and
uma ves

"There is a tear in the text, in the words printed. The sheet and intact."

"The meaning was unveiled." Fidorous said. "That's why he could not read well."

"And that means ..."

"Yes, that means ... we have the technology. Even if a piece of paper where and written a poem and a Ludovician sharks are very different things. I am sure you could not even scratch his skin with that sword. And then the poems can not fight back, right?"

In relation to our copies, when does this happen?

Would you mind posting the transcribed text?

"Avvicinati. Le cose che vedi qui fanno parte del tuo retaggio."

In fondo al tavolo, dietro le candele, c'erano due manufatti che fino a quel momento non avevo notato. Il primo era all'incirca delle dimensioni di un piattino e aveva i bordi irregolari, come un frammento di qualcosa. Un reticolo sottile e fragile. Pareva essere di bronzo. Osservando piu da vicino, notai che il reticolo era in realta un intrico di caratteri orientali. Un'opera di strabiliante fattura.

"Fa parte di uno scudo," dissi, scrutando quegli arabeschi. "Uno scudo costituito da un labirinto di parole."

"Proprio cosi," disse Fidorous. Infilo una mano nella tasca della palandrana e ne trasse un pezzo di carta spiegazzato. "Ti andrebbe di leggerlo ad alta voce, per favore?"

Eza una poesla.

In cima a una scogliera,
tra i pini e le querce;
primavera e giunta
di bruma vestita

"Grazie. Bella, vero? Adesso, dovresti tenere il foglietto per i bordi con la punta delle dita, le braccia ben tese, lontano dal busto."

Por senza capirci nulla, ubbidii.

Fidorous raccolse dal tavolo il secondo manufatto.

Era molto meno stupefacente del primo, parevo un righello un po' spesso e lievemente ricurvo, della lunghezza di una quaratina di centimetri, chiuso alle estremita da uno semplice sfera bronzea. Ma quando Fidorous lo afferro, capii subito di cosa si trattava: era l'elsa di una spada giapponese. Una spada senza la lama. Shotai-Mu. Il dottore soppeso tra le mani la spada senza spada, provo ad-agitarla in aria e d'un tratto vibro un fendente verso il basso, indirizzando la linea dove avrebbe dovuto trovarsi la lama sul foglio di carta che reggevo davanti a me. Chiusi istintivamente gli occhi, ma quando li riaprii nulla era accaduto. Il foglio di carta era ancoza intatio tra le mie mani.

Fidorous depose con gran cura l'elsa al suo posto, sul tavolo, poi si volse di nuovo verso di me. "Rileggi la poesia, per favore."

Ubbidii.

O almeno ci provai.

La cadenza incespicava a ogni verso. Non riuscivo piu a ritrovare il flusso del testo, ne a voce ne a mente.

"Che cos'ha fatto?"

Fidorous mi fece cenno di avvicinarmi ale candele. "Da' un'occhiata piu da vicino alle parole."

ma a un
pini e le
avera e
uma ves

"C'e uno squarcio nel testo, nelle parole tampate. Il foglio e intatto."

"Il significato e stato squarciato," disse Fidorous. "Ecco perche non riuscivi a leggere bene."

"E questo significa..."

"Si, significa... che disponiamo della tecnologia. Anche se un pezzo di carta dove e scritta una poesia e uno squalo Ludoviciano sono cose ben diverse. Sono certo che non potresti neppure scalfire la sua pelle con quella spada. E poi le poesie non possono contrattaccare, giusto?"

And as promised: Negative 11 (?)

This happens right between the page that begins section three (the quote by haruki murakami) and the start of chapter 18 (Yippy Yippy Ya Ya Yey Yey Yey). The back of the black page has that white line down the middle.

N - 11

Cal.
...
Calio
yes?
are you awake?
Now Yes
sory
... ...
Cal i feel strange
What do you mean strange ?
I feel like i forgot something important,like left something somewhere by mistake.
Everyone feel like that sometimes. But this did not really happen , beside if you have forgotten somefhing it sign you dont really need it. so dont worry .
... ...
You still worried.
Yes , its like theres ... There is a part of me, right under my ribs which is supposed to be there but its gone.
I have a strange kind of feeling that I should know what is not there, but I can not put my finger on it..
... ... ...
I sound crazy.
Yes, but I think I know what you mean.
And I have a bad feeling. like something bad to happen
Let me ... Nothing bad is happening to you or me, and you are not missing any part of you. Everything all right. Everything all right and you will feel better in the morning..
Thanks.
Shh ... close your eyes and Think about breakfast.
I feel better.
This is what I thought.