CREATION: BUSINESS CURRENT VERSION I ACT (A man sitting on his back with a white beard that reaches his shoulders, calmly draw diagrams on a PC.) - Sir, excuse me for interrupting. We have a problem. - ...- The loading of sulphate Mirilia disappeared in space. Maybe exploded. Perhaps it was stolen. No one knows what happened. What we have in the tank is only enough for 2 days. - is simple. Let us call the basis of star Sirius. From there we will send what we need. - Impossible, Mr. God (tertiary a new voice comes running with a paper in hand). - Just arrived from Sirius communication. All reservations are sold out yesterday. - "What?!?! If it were to last for even 50 light years! How can it be?!. (Angelic face looking down. No one is encouraged to answer. A little sheepishly raises his head.) - It was a miscalculation, Mr. God. The last time we were there we did wrong the calculation of estimates. We're sorry. (God is grabbing his head. Think a few seconds.) - I know! Within 17 days passing through a route close other cargo. We can go there and make the transfer. Wait a minute ... (God takes a phone, and scores a lot of numbers.) - Yes? Mr. Hello. God speaks. Well, well, except some little problems. It turns out that was delayed a few days the supply of sulfate Mirilia ... If only they would be 17 days ... Yes, Mr. I know that the date with the client and is committed ... are just a few days to make a planet with the desired quality ... Sr., but as I create an atmosphere of a habitable planet without Mirilia? ... (God cuts the phone. Overcoming his resignation ...) - We all gathered in the room within 1 h. Objective: Redesign the composition of the atmosphere del planeta. (Un ángel llega corriendo. Parece estar al borde del colapso. Dios, que imagina que ya nada peor puede suceder, lo mira con compasión.) - Si, Ángel de la Integración, ¿qué sucede? - Los animales no quieren beber el agua que creamos el 2º día, mi Dios. Dicen que está salada, y que perjudica su sistema digestivo. Pero tampoco podemos sacar la sal de las aguas, ya que es un elemento indispensable del diseño. - No tenemos tiempo que perder. Dejen lugares abiertos con agua salada y lugares más chicos con agua dulce. Que los animales se arreglen. (Dios suspira, hace cálculos en un papel. Levanta la cabeza y ve que el ángel aún continúa allí.)- ¿No está de acuerdo con mi decision perhaps? - Yes, Mr. Is there another problem. The rinotauros eat all plants, and no one dares to eat them. So soon run out of plants on the planet. - (God, out of print) And who would eat the rinotautoros and had an attack of cowardice? - I do not know God. I can not find the item in the latest version of the documentation. - And where is Darwin, the designer angel food chain? I talk to him. - Impossible my Sr., Darwin came out yesterday because it assigned to another project. This traveling at the speed of light, and no longer has enough power to stop and return. (God is trying to contain his fit of anger, finally ...) - We Exterminate the rinotauros! (The angels will look astonished) The functional angel warns him: - Mr. Los rinotauros was a fundamental requirement of the user .- We can not start the planet without them. (God smiles. I see. Bring your mouth to your ear and whispers of the angel.) - Do not worry. Nobody is going to notice. (God returns to his calculations. Try different gases to the new atmosphere. The telephone interrupts him.) - My God, I have bad news. They broke the machine manufacturer mules. They all go with humps .- Interrupt production until it is fixed. You know you can make that decision without consulting me. - Impossible, Sr., is an automatic process. And the mules damage created by refusing to consider the same species .- Then give them a ride right away. That's it! In the deserts. There, away And do not call mules, put it ... Camels. Please update the documentation. We just created a new species! (God and the angel is what follows) - Wait, wait. The elephants came out with straight nose and mouth, nose, neck, giraffes have longer than the body, zebras ...! God! ACT II (Reunión. Seated at a table are the leaders in each area. In the center of God.) - Well, what do you think? (You can hear screams and fights.) - Silence. Angel of chemistry, what chances that a planet with oxygen to be habitable? - It's never been done. - Angel, I know I never did. How likely is that to be successful? - ... I think 40%. If we add also a 50% methane. (God looks at them and decide!) - Well! The planet will air oxygen and methane in Mirilia sulfate. There is no other option. (God breathed relieved by the decision. You are about to get up when you come crying to the Angel of Integration.) - I quit, Sr., I quit! The water is evaporated. - "What?!?! - Yes, the sun's intensity is stronger than we think. The sun's heat causes the water disappears. - No, invent something. Can we make that water returns to the planet? (Silence general. A nervous laugh cut through the air. Again, you see the little angel says:) - My God, I can do. - Adelante! And if you do, we will call as your girlfriend: Fair. (God turns the phone, and study the progress of human beings. Compare with the sheet where the times were provided.) - At this rate we will not get to create them on time. - What if we left for the second stage? - Impossible. The contract is not leaving without humans. - And what will they do with the rest if we do not? - It is destroying the planet. Or out with them, or does not get anything. (God works in development. Spends several hours arming and disarming. Several models are broken. And they are running low on materials). Finally create a man. - Mr., and we have no skin for women. (God closes his eyes.) - Ok, take him out a piece of him. Hopefully that will survive and that their reproductive systems function properly. We could only make one copy of each. There is no backup of them. ACT III (He sees Adam and Eve walking hand in hand. There are animals and flowers. A nearby river. God sees the scene with his angels. You look happy and exhausted.) - Guys, we end. Even on a day less than the scheduled time. Only in 6 days. Today all the rest. (You can hear shouts of joy. Some run, others embrace ... Some cry. God is pulled to sleep.) After several hours rises. Sets his suitcase. Try updating your resume, on the PC, but it refuses to respond. Among the papers shown a document: "Essential Model of the Earth." God looks at it, and look at the planet. Look at the model, and look at the planet ... God laughs. Growing stronger. You can not stop laughing. Between the laughter stops the document lying on the ground, leaving the stage and exclaims: - My God! Luckily I did not accept the maintenance contract.
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