As soon as they were in the confessionnal, the deafening noise, the blinding light, the feeling of falling and climbing at ultra high speed. And a sudden halt.
They went out. It was really strange… And quite disturbing….
But they had no time to analyse what they were seing. A nervous guy rushed on them and pushed them back in the confesionnal. He spoke nervoulsy:
– Sorry. I made another blunder. Don’t know what’s happening. First, I made a minus instead of a plus and now, I pushed the button twice. Really sorry. I swear. It won’t happen again.
On entering the confessionnal, Pierre concentrated as much as he could, more than ever.
Agian, the deafening noise, the blinding light, the feeling of falling and climbing at ultra high speed. And a sudden halt.
Yippee, they were on the terrace of his home in Paris. He rushed in his bedroom followed slowly by the very very old lady. She looked around obviously puzzled. He began to explain. Each explanation triggered a new question.
Pierre explained patiently that he lived in a loft, part of an ex printing factory, slept in a bed perched on legs, a mezzanine, played with his friends without them being there using a computer or a console, had a phone with no cord working everywhere including in other countries…
It could have lasted hours but the nervous man burst in the room shouting like mad:
– You must get back, you must.
The very very old lady retorted immediately:
– Oh no, it is so fascinating. You know when I was young, lots of new things happened, telephone, trains, planes, cars, radio, television and then nothing more for years… Just that aquanatu walking on the moon, but nothing new for us. No difference in our day to day life. And there, all those things… I want a laptop, a cell phone and a webcam. I want to do hangouts with friends on google+. I want to have fun. I want…
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