CORONAS

34. VERACITY

 

The knob of the door I reached and turned until the sound of a special door that was opened. I pushed the door and I walked in. This room is exactly like the monitor room I've seen in movies. Large, large, and thinly arranged monitor screens lined up to fill the room given a transparent bulkhead for each row of monitors. In the first bulkhead there are as many as twenty monitor screens arranged in an arrangement of five columns and four rows. And in the next bulkhead until I can't count how many blocks there are also the same number of monitors. The tables with computer screens and chairs in front of him also can not count the number in a short time. But one thing I found there. The figure of the woman I knew stood watching one of the rows of monitor screens. Yuva immediately turned to look at me when I was already inside this room.

His face looks gloomy. Perhaps. Or maybe it's a face that looks disappointed, or it might be angry, or it might be hateful. I can't interpret the look on his face recorded into my eyeball. Yuva just shut up. So is I who still cannot speak. If I think about it one more time, with this number of monitors there would be no way Yuva could monitor the entire city alone. There must be a system that has been reprogrammed to be able to reach all corners of the city automatically.

That's how I'm. Which is easily lulled with daydreams or thoughts that I should not think so now because I am now in front of Yuva. My feet began to step closer, then Yuva quickly pulled out a firearm that was directly aimed at her own head. My mouth gaped with my neck choked, and spontaneously my footsteps came back to a standstill.

“Don't go any closer,” he said.

My body is losing its power. Until the last moment, I was not smart and could not do anything. If Yuva is determined to shoot himself in the head, the virus that has been prepared in various parts of the city will be spread automatically following the cardiograph sensor. Yuva seemed to no longer care about herself.

“Go, Eldan. Don't bother any further.”

I just screamed. “I'm coming for you! To save you! To fix all these mistakes! To think of a better way! To finish what we've done! And ...”

Yuva's indifference made me unable to continue my words anymore. The light in his eyeballs had dimmed from the beginning I entered this room and looked at him. And now it's getting dark. I want to grab her with my hand immediately. Covered it, in the hope that all of its agility and fear would disappear. But I can't do it because I'm stuck with the proximity of the gun mouth on his head.

“Yuva,” I say his name slowly. “You remember the last time we met Grandma Reni? Wasn't he happy in his last moments? You remember that, right?”

Yuva just shut up. Not returning my words. Like I was talking to a statue. It was as if I was talking alone without anyone. Every time I look at the gun to his head, I feel like I can't breathe. To continue with words alone feels heavy.

“Grandmother Reni has no regrets as a caldier user,” I started to continue my sentence. “He is happy to help many people. He is happy, Yuva,” I said in a soft tone.

“Grandmother Reni may find it already beneficial for her fellow man. He can continue to do good. I think ...” I took a pause for a while. The look in my eyes shot back towards Yuva's eyeballs and looked at her deeply. His eyes no longer looked at me with such a desperate look. His eyeballs he threw down to the side. His gaze is so sweet. “I think that's why there's something hidden in the caldier system. In order for us to enjoy its wonderful benefits for others in the remains of our lives.”

“True what Eldan,” said. “Yuvalika Julias, listen to me.”

As if disregarding Yuva's threatening position and my existence, without a doubt the middle-aged man stepped closer to a chair and pulled her. He sat. His body rests on the back of the chair. His legs he crossed and his hands crossed his fingers over his slightly protruding belly. Then he began to explain.

“This is a system,” he said again.

As he opened the conversation, he began to explain. The system he was referring to was the caldier itself. The system is deliberately made to make it easier for people with dangerous diseases to continue to be able to live and move normally like healthy people. Both methods of use are not intended to enslave people with this disease. This is a system that has been carefully designed and discussed by health and humanitarian councils. The aim is to provide a more useful life for people with the disease itself.

For the manufacture of this system has also conducted a survey stage on some people who have suffered from dangerous diseases before. They realize that even a caldier cannot completely save their lives. Therefore, the Life Point collection system by helping or helping others will provide a more meaningful life for the sufferer. Caldier users will find it more useful while they are alive than having to lie in the hospital without being able to do anything. And this is all the truth of the caldier system itself. And it is human nature. As sophisticated as any system is made, there will definitely be defects in it.

The heavy yet gentle voice ended up giving an explanation. This is the true truth of the caldier system that has been tightly closed. The conjecture I concluded myself earlier – that I had told Yuva was not wrong. I – with my simple mindset – considers this is the real thing without suspecting lies. But not so for Yuva. He still pointed the gun's mouth at his head. His face again carved hatred on the old man sitting down.

The two hands that crossed his fingers then opened the top two buttons of his shirt. Then a very familiar object – a little old is indeed – but obviously it is the same thing as me and Yuva wear on the neck.

“Do you see the numbers listed on this necklace?” tanyanya calm. The figure listed on Mr. Fredi's necklace is 57. “My age is also soon. And just like you, I can't do much more. Instead of buying Life Point with the money I have, I prefer to use that money for the sake of my children and grandchildren later,”.

Like the hands of a warm mother, it seems that Mr. Fredi's last words managed to hug Yuva's heart. The gun's mouth is no longer attached to the cranium. His gaze was no longer fierce. I bowed I lost my direction.

Fredi got up from his seat. A few words he spewed back, then pulled four men in formal uniforms into the room. Two approached me, and the other two approached Yuva. Without any violence. Handcuffed.