- Good morning, students. - Her powerful voice echoed in the room. Immediately silenced the voices and eyes were on the podium, where he was, standing consultation papers.
His presence commanded respect, not only for its height but because they sensed a strength of character and spirit rare. Despite being around 70 years, appeared in 50, and it showed agility in your muscles.
- So this year we have registered about 60 in this race - said, without looking up the papers.
His eyes swept the leaves containing the names of students and a short description of each, both academically and personally.
- Mmm ... Excellent, excellent - muttered.
looked up and paced the room.
- Now ... I guess I know what have gotten ... No? - He leaned over and stared at a guy who seemed very nervous.
The boy froze, paralyzed by the feeling of having all eyes on it, and as if this were not enough, with the teacher within inches of him.
The latter succeeded each other, and the silence and tension grew.
Suddenly a voice came from the bottom, breaking the spell: - If Sir, we are here to learn how the mind works. That's why our race is the "mentality" - All eyes were directed towards the daring who had dared to break the tense atmosphere created by the teacher between him and the student.
He straightened slightly, evaluating the girl. Apparently he liked what he saw because he smiled.
- Excellent, a worthy riva l - said simply.
pointed his finger at the girl, and said aloud: - That, gentlemen, is what I expect of you. I'm not here any authority, nor do I have "power" over you. I'm just a tool they can use to get the tools ... Tools to understand the human mind. -
I guess he thought we needed more clarification, because he went on:
- This "respect" shown belong to other times, other times where it was assumed that teaching was "dump" knowledge about the students ... Luckily that's over, but hey, sometimes the custom remains a bit ... - his eyes grew thoughtful, as if remembering ...
- So many absurd things were at that time ... bue, you know ... their parents have spoken of capitalism, wars, hunger ... and other horrors unimaginable today. right? -
all remember those stories that our parents told us not only our grandparents ... But nobody dared to correct.
- Even in our field, the investigation of the mind, had beliefs very silly ... for example it was believed that knowledge was stored in our brain as if it were a computer ... were kept only data. Flourished at that time (late twentieth century) and fantasy novels about the storage of information in the brain transplant memories, instant learning and other things that we very true ... -
I wondered how would have thought that, if it is very obvious that our perceptions are one with the perceived, that when we learn something, learn along with how we feel inside (emotionally, inner senses, general feeling of the body, etc) and what that came from abroad (aroma, temperature, pressure, etc.). But hey, they were still in prehistory: Imagine that believe in violence!
- And just - the teacher's voice pulled me out of my musings - the first glimpses of the mind was not a computer that stores knowledge as bits, I got to experience it up close to me ... -
His eyes moved as something rummaging in their memories ...
- remember it was a secret project, the government ... were testing a new device which would could draw people's memories (without intervention of his will) and who thought to use it to get secrets from prisoners, spies in general -
Everyone in the room remembered with a shudder the stories of that time he had spies, conspiracies ... people are the tortured ...
- Well, it would be the first test. Came a volunteer, one of our secret agents ... when I looked I saw, seemed "James Bond" - saw our side of stupor - well ... James Bond was a story of our time, a spy who lived incredible adventures ... and when I say amazing amazing, jajajaa .. . -
We followed all without knowing what he meant ...
- have already, forget it, I know now when I tell you ... I asked, surprised by his athleticism and self-confidence, if he had lived many adventures in his life. "Yes, sir. More than you might think," I replied, with some trepidation in his voice. - The teacher made a short pause ... - certainly was a brave volunteer submitted to an experiment which did not know the effects that might be after the extraction of memory. -
thought for a bit, then added: - And certainly, I was brave too, because he would "tune in" his memory ... - seemed to rethink it - More than brave, unconscious, I would say, hahaha! At that time we knew what we had in hand ... the human mind, What a wonderful thing! ...
Some began to look at their band and time, looking forward to the time to leave. The teacher noticed this, and launched the main bite, trapping us all in the plot.
- Well, the spy sat in his chair, I sat in mine, we set the electrodes on the head, and hope ... technicians busy working near us, and we could see their frantic movements. As there was no way to tune this time what they wanted to remove except by placing it for certain indicators, looking at random some experience with high levels of adrenaline. "Got it!" said one ... "Passing!" said another ... and my world disappeared. -
Her eyes scanned the room, enjoying the attention directed towards it. We all wanted to know he saw.
- The sensations were confused at first, I expected only to see the image, the scene of memory, but no, I was assaulted by all components of the memory of that person, which puzzled me ... I felt a feeling of tightness in the chest (fear), rapid breathing, things were moving too fast ... and I could see the situation more than I could "feel". And what adventures he had run this officer! -
He wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, but the gesture went unnoticed by us.
- was in a red convertible in the back seat, speeding on a curved path ... to my left was a cliff ... before me was a helicopter, single floor, apparently at the same speed of my car, and could not see if anyone was up ... behind me came a plane without a pilot, also at the same speed in my car ... I could not do anything because I was just "watching" the memory ... I saw with eyes that saw him the spy ... returning to the aircraft, the pilot may have jumped or dead, I knew in that moment ... the spy as I jumped to the front of the car, I guess trying to take control of it, but found it was useless, apparently the address is cut off because they responded to desperate turn gave the wheel ... and suddenly looks to his right, and sees a horse comes to him, but is too far away from the car and could not jump into it ... the situation was desperate, I was very scared and ran off to mourn. -
I could not imagine the teacher crying ... but understood that it really mattered was a reminder of spy.
I think everybody, including me, we ate at knowing how to escape the situation could the poor man ... It seemed impossible, given the cirscunstancias! One
back shyly raised her hand and asked: - And what else did? I mean how could escape from this situation, the spy? -
Professor stared at him, and with a mischievous smile on his face, replied:
- The father heard her crying, and pulled him out of the carousel. -
He ignored our faces. He kept his papers and left the room, but not before saying: - Thank you. You may go, students! - Diego Rodriguez
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