2 de Marzo 2004
...replicante :O
Intercom: Next subject, Kowalski, Leon, engineer, waste-disposal, file- section,
new employees, six days.
Holden: [hears knock on door] Come in. (pause) Sit down.
Leon: Care if I talk? I'm kind of nervous when I take tests.
Holden: Uh, just please don't move.
Leon: Oh, sorry. I already had an IQ test this year, I don't think I've ever had
one of these-
Holden: Reaction time is a factor in this, so please pay attention. Now, answer
as quickly as you can.
Leon: Sure.
Holden: One-one-eight-seven at Unterwasser.
Leon: That's the hotel.
Holden: What?
Leon: Where I live.
Holden: Nice place?
Leon: Yeah, sure I guess--that part of the test?
Holden: No, just warming you up, that's all.
Leon: Oh. It's not fancy or anything.
Holden: You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of the sudden-
Leon: Is this the test now?
Holden: Yes. You're in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden
you look down-
Leon: What one?
Holden: What?
Leon: What desert?
Holden: It doesn't make any difference what desert, it's completely
hypothetical.
Leon: But how come I'd be there?
Holden: Maybe you're fed up, maybe you want to be by yourself, who knows? You
look down and you see a tortoise, Leon, it's crawling toward you-
Leon: Tortoise, what's that?
Holden: Know what a turtle is?
Leon: Of course.
Holden: Same thing.
Leon: I've never seen a turtle. (pause) But I understand what you mean.
Holden: You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back Leon.
Leon: Do you make up these questions, Mr. Holden, or do they write them down for
you?
Holden: The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun beating
its legs trying to turn itself over but it can't, not without your help, but
you're not helping.
Leon: What do you mean I'm not helping?
Holden: I mean, you're not helping. Why is that Leon? (pause) They're just
questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a
test, designed to provoke an emotional response. (pause) Shall we continue?
Describe in single words, only the good things that come in to your mind about:
your mother.
Leon: My mother?
Holden: Yeah.
Leon: Let me tell you about my mother. (shot fired)
Puede que el post este resulte largo, pero no me encuentro con ganas de contar lo que me pasó, aunque fué algo parecido... no llevaba un arma que si no probablemente esta tarde hubiera un psicólogo menos...:)