Your name identifies you. That's a truth. -
Some crazy mathematical theories say that there is an estimated percentage to locate life in the universe. The theory is the so-called Drake equation, which estimates the amount of intelligent life that can exist outside our planet Earth around the galaxy and the Milky Way. That possibility of radio broadcast that we find someone waiting for us there. That formula was also used to find love. Backus, a British economist, confessed that this percentage is equivalent to 0.0000034%. A fairly precise number. This means that there is a 0.0000034% chance that you can discover the love of your life somewhere on earth. It is true that it has little credibility, and even seems more like a lying game of stupid statistics, in which one risks hope. There is no logic, although at the end of the day, I don't think it's that wrong. I found her, and it may be the work of destiny, or those probabilities of science. If so? I can't explain it! But I can assure you that when it was present, I felt somewhere inside me that I had been looking for it long before I existed.
Surely you want to know why I have that certainty? They're going to have to find out as the story develops.
First of all I must say that I am alive, and that is important. If it weren't for her. Now the marriage Ahh! Marriage! I did not hesitate for a second to take her hand, although her face was full of meanings of those that
They make one look like a crazy person in love, although she accepted me like that, all emaciated from that accident. –
But first I would like to introduce myself, I don't think it's necessary. A presentation is something formal, but whoever dictates these words to you, you will get to know as the story progresses. Be careful! It's not that I don't pay attention to myself, but anyway, not even the name is so important. Or it really is, although not exactly mine. When I came into the world I was bathed in a viscous liquid, and my parents said it is very beautiful. Come on! Please! No newborn is beautiful, it's more like a tomato. I immediately released gas from one of my orifices. We have several. However, I will not go into details. At that time my father, Horacio Francis Ruppert, an amateur astronomer, and historian, archaeologist by profession who loves the stars so much, chose as applicative names: Anonymous Jupiter Ruppert.
You will know that Jupiter is a gaseous planet. I did not mention that the intestinal inability continued with my few manners with which I came into the world, and Anonymous is because no one knows for sure who discovered Jupiter. Then my father had the wonderful idea. What do I say idea!!! Great thought!!!! Demons!!! To put Anonymous! As a middle name. It goes without saying my last name.
But both accompanied me during my childhood-adolescence-adulthood life.
- Is your name Jupiter? – He said, asking with some grace, my first teacher in preschool – Kindergarten – Or whatever you want to call it at the beginning of school. -
-It must be because of his round face. –
- It's the planet! –
- Yes I believe? Oooh! And that smell?
- Oh! Jupiter, was it you? Open the windows. –
- Ugh! TRUE -
- Anonymous? It doesn't seem like anyone would know him. In short, that was my start at school.
In my opinion, I always told myself that perhaps chance led to the name. I was a failed star apparently. -
- Hey! Jupiter!!! Are you from another planet?
- Another planet? Hmm!! No? – He told me thoughtfully.
- Didn't you crash here?
- Because I would do? – I asked – Of course not!
- Hey Jupiter!!! When do you write, anonymous?
- Sometimes!
- And do they know who you are?
When my mother left to look for me, they got confused.
- Jupiter? Anonymous?
- The planet? Who is it?
- He's my son, I'm coming to look for him!!!! – My mother got angry. –
You have to keep in mind that she always hid me in some hidden place. It was my escape galaxy. Sorry. Having a planet name complicates things. It's not that I want to talk about space.
Of course after a while, and locked in my study books, I knew that Jupiter was a planet. I later found out that anonymous was unknown.
No That anonymous was unknown, do not misunderstand, but it means unknown. Well, I may have expressed myself wrong. You understand me.
- As I grew older, my physical build changed. I'm five foot six, I don't even honor the parent planet. Almost dark brown hair with hair that wants to escape, brown eyes with a very small retina. They also call me dead fish eyes. Flattened nose.
Adolescence was an ephemeral step. Like a meteorite at the entrance to the stratosphere, and then my first year of university studying history. I was good with numbers, and laws, cartography, and finances, but I wanted something quieter. I also accepted a job in the logistics and tourism part of a well-known museum owned by a tycoon, taking advantage of my early career. -
So it was an unknown planet. And this accompanied me for a long time until she appeared.
In high school you could say that she was a fairly committed student. It is already known. Average grade six to seven. Bad only in my language karma. Let's say I couldn't pronounce my name properly in English, Portuguese, or French. Something venerable in sports and not very social. To tell the truth, the word would be asocial. Or quite flat for the public. I don't know who said that living in society means communicating. Man is made for it. Well, I had to relate. However, I am a professional in anti-society.
Last year I decided to study as much as possible, and I managed to enter university. I was already a year old and in my second year. It was that day when I left the history department that everything happened. He had gone to leave some important papers for subjects. The registration with a form which bore my signature and clarification.
- Sir, don't put Anonymous! And don't be a joker. I need your first and last name
- That's my first and last name – I replied angrily. -
- Anonymous Jupiter...?
I don't think I said anything else after that. In short, and without delaying the matter. I left at 9:00 p.m. on June 27 of this year. At the time when a large full moon cast its light into the night. I had my receipt of documentation approved. I think I was the first. The sound of shoes could be heard while walking on the side of the sidewalk that triangulates with the plaza that approaches the avenue.
A silhouette carefully put on its shoe. Then he opened a bottle of water and took a sip.
Her long, dark reddish hair and her blood-pulp red eyes intermingled with the bright sphere of a distant star. For a moment she saw me, and her hair spread as if it wanted to fly.
I stood still looking at her beauty in the distance. I was mesmerized. My hands then dropped the bag she was carrying and several papers scattered. I crouched on the floor to pick them up without taking my eyes off him. P3onto started walking and I took everything quickly to follow her.
- No, I must go get her - I told myself and put away all the papers and documentation in a disorderly manner. It did not matter.
As she continued she was on the opposite side of the street as cars came and went. And watching the step I prepared to cross. He was smiling.
- Hey! Sorry…..! – I wasn't listening. Hey!!! Sorry! –
She turned around. She saw me, her reddish hair began to expand as if the wind manipulated it again, as if each curl had a life of its own, messing up in the night. Her roots showed the dark hue in lines. Was
like a fearless jungle amazon hunting. And her beautiful hair shone with her reddish eyes.
- Thank God! – I smiled when I saw her. – Sorry for telling you this. But I must say that you are beautiful – At that moment the skin of my face changed to a submissive red. It was pure embarrassment, and I couldn't believe what she was saying. The lady didn't understand well. There my mind, no, rather my heart asked him for a date. – Listen, I know it's unusual, but would you like to go on a date with me? – I started getting closer to her. I said it without thinking. It was an excessive and unusual reflex action for me.
- Because? Why would you want to go out with me?
- The thing is? – I didn't know how to explain what I felt – You know! – Out of nerves I scratched my head with my right hand.
- I see! You do not know!
- It doesn't matter! – I told him determined.
- Good – Sigh. Then she generates an interesting giggle, and she meditates with her finger on her lips as if plotting something, Supposing she would say – What do you think! I accept your proposal! However, in return I want something special. First we must get married!!
- Hey! – I said astonished – Eh!!!.....- I tilted my head – Ehh!!
- Sure, is that what you feel? Love?
- Well. – I took a deep breath and confessed – Yes! I feel love! – My chest began to palpitate strongly. A strange flash ran through my insides. It was electricity when her eyes locked on me. -
- Sure?
- Yes, sure. – I looked at her with all the determination of my life. -
- The first impression when defining a person is a usual stereotype that we create in our mind. The physique and
Gestures play an important role in creation. And then the use of facial, corporeal, intellectual language. Whatever. And from the heart. -
- Wow! – He knows too much. I would be a psychologist - I considered myself. -
- I heard you!!
- Ayy! I didn't know I was talking to myself out loud.
- Hmm! Well ultimately what you feel is attraction and desire.
-Noo!!!
- Do not lie!
- I'm not lying!! - And I lowered my head - I know, it's love. –Don't ask me for an explanation. I would do it again millions of times and millions of light years from anywhere.
- Marry me and we'll go out! – By saying it. I took a deep breath, and declared myself. -
- I really want to marry you!! – My heart accelerated. It's you!
- You don't know me!!
- It doesn't matter. Your eyes say it all. I would risk everything, even my life. She didn't know what to say - her red eyes blurred as if she had glasses - Let's get married!!
She raised a sigh, and a slight grimace of a smile, while behind her person, the moon shone and another planet beyond.
We were in the middle of the avenue. In the middle of an open two-way street. The coming and going of cars had calmed down. Some of the lights in the spotlights were not on, due to some failure in the operation of the current electricity that provides them, so it was necessary to cross with caution. -
Although she looked at me with fright and turned her vision to the truck that was coming in front of her. Her lights were very powerful as well as her horn distracted from her, and she was coming at an uncontrolled speed. That was the last thing that registered in my mind when I lunged at her to get her out of danger. I don't know how I did it or why, but she would do it a thousand times.
When I opened my eyes in the middle of summer, the cicadas sounded in their maximum splendor. I was lying on the road and two men were yelling at me incessantly. -
- Are you OK? Reply!
- Emergencies! – One of them calls on the phone.
- Right now!
- Miss, are you okay?
- Yes, don't worry about me. He saved me. -
"It's good that you don't have any scratches or injuries," one of the truck drivers said with relief.
- We could have killed them, crossing in that reckless way! – Said her other colleague, who had just finished talking to emergencies, and suddenly became angry from shock.
-Ray Shut up!
- You were traveling at a speed of 120 km, on an avenue of 80 km, average, calculating that there is a wind of almost 50 km in your favor, and average visibility in the middle of the night, not counting the ten light sources from the street behind the avenue that she cuts, until surpassing – Points angrily in the direction of the next hand –
- But...but.
Then the woman points to the broken light pole.
- If you search there, there is a camera that filmed the entire event, Mr. Ray, and that you were driving.
- How did he know? Ella – She was amazed by the information she was able to deduce – I'm very sorry.
She stood her ground, and then turned to look at me.
I could barely see or hear well. The blood was blinding the poor visibility. I only heard those sounds.
- Don't worry. You will be fine. – That woman's voice – It was just the impact. Try to rest, the ambulance is on the way. – A hand touched her face. We will get married. Now rest.
"You're agr..ag..agrdabl..e..." I confessed with some strength that I had left, not wanting to give in to her voice and her touch disappearing.
In reality, it seems like a fateful fact of those love stories that have a tragic beginning and end. The man saves the lady, although it was different here. I didn't end up dead. And she ran her hand over my bloody forehead. Everything calmed down. Everything was peace. As if it were an angelic spectrum. -
After being transferred to the hospital I went from intensive care to a palliative care and theological miracles room. You understand me. That said, he had escaped death since that rescue attempt. I didn't understand the facts. My family was among the lines of the emergency room between calls and silences that were broken by tears. When I woke up I had their faces with joy, but I wanted to see one in particular that wasn't there.
- Be careful son!! – My mother told me when she saw that she was trying a kind of back movement. Sciatica doesn't help. She had some broken bones; fractures of the right leg, left shoulder. The scar on her chin, and a throbbing headache that would accompany me for a day and a half. I think thanks to my sideburns no other injuries were visible.
The doctor arrived with a discreet report. It was a miracle. It was the first thing she expressed when she saw me. I never knew well, I even believed that miracles were part of theology, and not the science of medicine. Of the other facts, it is only possible
mention a long rehabilitation and hospital food that tasted like nothing. And she wasn't there. She had vanished.
One of the drivers came to visit me. That guy Ralf, Ray's friend, or whatever his name is. The woman, after giving some technical explanations, stayed by my side talking to me, although she couldn't hear her. Then when the ambulance arrived. Among the paperwork and explanations she disappeared as if she did not exist. Upon hearing it I had a relapse, which led to the call from the infirmary.
Just as the driver will warn you. She had vanished, and I couldn't even ask her name. It was a macabre joke from some disastrous dream in which I had to wake up. Was it supposed to happen this way? I don't blame luck or destiny, I should blame myself for negligence on my part.
Since when did I become a careless project that doesn't understand keeping priorities? She diminished her appearance in my head and I was terrified of forgetting her.
Noo!! Jupiter!!! Remember. Remember it well. Look for it! You are the all-seeing protector of the system.
I spent a few months in the hospital. The chances of a speedy recovery come from two factors: the physical and emotional effects.
Physically the bones were healing. To tell the truth, an athlete's anatomy helped in every way. And the emotional. I couldn't stop thinking about her. There I had no choice but to tour the facilities as I initially did over and over again. Like the streets once I was given the medical discharge. From my home, from work, from university. In those moments I made an effort to devote myself to studying. I read countless books. Some important works of the immortal bard, for my words, some ideological Marxist, of Stuart, of Smith, for my politics, some naturalistic of Conte and Spencer, for my species, some Hegelian and Kantian, for my logic,
some Kafkaesque, Orwellian, Assimovan for my imagination, and many others from Messier, Einstein, Turing, and Ramanujan, and computer science and intelligence.
I clarify a humble note. I can read as much as that, and more. I couldn't work, so I dedicated my time to study and cognitive development.
When I left the hospital, I breathed in the city air. It was my last part of discharge. I shouldn't have gone any further. There were many people who came and went. I went for her, but I couldn't find her. I didn't understand well, but every time I imagined it, my heart beat at a number of times that couldn't be calculated a hundred times, but it wasn't tachycardia. I never had heart problems. And they came from her. The diagnosis usually says arrhythmia. Irregular heartbeat, although I am really sure that my heart was speaking. And that he looked for something and was sent to serve. That's what my blood-serving muscle determines. Like a chronic brain memory. It is spoken of as body memory. Organ resources.
The closest thing to the symptom of arrhythmia that, according to local and international methods, can lead to cardiac arrest. I took my time in this. About ten seconds to stabilize it with breathing. Inhale and exhale.
I was home for a certain amount of time until the university papers were accepted. And I was incorporated as a student. Upon receiving news by email I began looking for an apartment near the building. For reasons of distance above all, and apart from that, my parents were also planning to sell the house and retire to a nearby town. My brothers each live their current lives and only my sister lives with my parents.
- If you are going to move, you should go look for another job. – My father said
- It will not be a problem. I plan to do it – That's what I said, when I then got the full shift at the museum, and a promotion. -
- I will try to help you in any way I can Oh by the way! Take this.
- What is it?
- It's from my collection.
- A common stone. -
- Do not be silly. It is not a common stone. It's a meteorite fragment
- Wow!
- Don't pretend to be surprised.
- Hey, I didn't say that.
- Once this fragment was perhaps a star, which traveled very far looking for a destination or someone.
- You are very poetic when you want to. -
- Maybe, but nothing is a coincidence.
- So much mystery scares me.
- Just take the damn stone and take care of it. It will give you luck
- You could have said it at the beginning.
My father, as I said, is an amateur astronomer, historian, archaeologist and stranger by nature. Yeah. One of the few left. Since he was close to retirement, he wanted to move with my mother to the mountains, near the mountain range. My mother wouldn't have a problem. She is fond of botany. Needless to say, she gave me a cactus as a present.
- Don't give him so much water. Plant it a month in another pot. Put it in the sun at three in the afternoon. Etc.
I thought it would be easier to take care of a child than that plant. Although he didn't want to disappoint my mother for such a detail. -
I got an apartment in the city center. There near the university and where I found her. Also a job in a customer service office for errands. He went all over the area delivering mail. It's a part-time job but it served my goal, locating that woman who made my heart almost burst. Then the local museum needed volunteers and I volunteered. It was a discreet payment.
So the days passed. The apartment in which it was installed was like an Apart Hotel. Small, without luxuries and an appreciable income. A living room with kitchen and bathroom, and a bedroom. I hung an oil painting of my favorite animated series character with the ship behind him. And I kept the small stone as an amulet, putting a chain on it, at the end of it. A necklace. -
I have a neighbor my age who studies at the same university as me, and a neighbor on the floor above me. A somewhat crazy oil artist, however he is a good person. We have talked about my neighbor several times. It happens that she likes to be a cosplay YouTuber, and she is constantly taking photos and filming moments of all kinds to make her a celebrity on social networks. There were other people, a writer, I think a couple, and a lady who, without being a nosy guy, I don't remember her or her face.
A year and three months have passed, and we returned to summer like that time, and I am finally settled. After work, I headed to university. Night matter of the history of the first hominids. It is so interesting that I can't help but think that making fire with some stones came from a developing mind; a classmate told me that he couldn't do the same today. We are fragile I told myself, well I definitely couldn't either. As I said goodbye to the class exit, I returned to that avenue. I've done it for a while
- God, I'm tired! I would like to be home now. I don't know why, I
Head hurts again. – Then I sensed the flash of a silhouette that was facing me; was present – Is it her? For the love of God! It must be her. I ran, this time realizing that there were no cars in the middle of the coming and going. When you arrived you could see the shadow – Hey! - I said with a shout – Hello!! - She didn't seem to respond - breathing made me tired, accelerating the emotion that it could be her. That he had finally found her. It was like repeating the event. As I crossed almost at the finish line, a light blinded my vision, and I raised my hand to my face because of the incandescence. The shadow was diminishing, and the car stopped.
–
- Hey! You are stupid? I almost ran over you. –
- Hey! Sorry -
It was an older man who was leaning out the window without letting go of the steering wheel. I went to the sidewalk and the car moved quickly, without respecting the sign that said it could only go at a certain speed. But the silhouette continued, and I stretched out my arm and then my hand.
- Yes I'm achieving it. I'm reaching out to her. – My face was drawn with happiness, which then disappeared when what I was able to take with my hand was a large bush. – Nooo!!! It just can't be!!! – I resigned myself, telling myself everything and cursing the outside. – I thought she would find you!
– I supposed reluctantly.
I decided to return, without saying words, and in pure silence. When I turned the corner, I went to the other street, and then I walked the two respective blocks until I reached the external stairs that lead to the floor of my apartment, which as I went up the steps creaked due to the sound of the metal and its wear. I put the key in, and the door opens without having to close it out of discouragement, although I later returned to do so, when I threw my bag,
of supplies, and notebooks on the floor. I went back to lock the door, and a dry wind pinked my face. As I gave the final blow, I turned around to go to the refrigerator. From the door to the present, it would be six meters, which gave a step interval of four seconds. What added to the closing of the door is three more seconds. So within seven seconds of closing the entrance, the doorbell rang.
-Who will it be at this time? – I told myself and went to turn the key in the lock, very slowly and with a bit of contempt I opened the door –
Who is it? – Nobody answered – An aroma of perfume was rolling in the air. It was as if everything in the city lit up at night and there it was. –
- It's been a while! – Someone unexpected smiles. The first thing I saw was the red tint of each strand full of life that moved like snakes of the jellyfish itself, and the breeze that did not exist propelled it from one place to another. The light of an incipient darkness gave it shine. -
My legs froze. As if it were an immediate surprise, one that you don't usually expect. My heart was pounding, and my stone pendant on my necklace moved on its own.
- And good? Are you going to invite me in?
- Estemm!.. Of course..!!! ….. Hey!!! Heh! Heh! Come in, please! – A slight giggle could have been the only gesture I had on my face that turned abysmal pale. -
- Thank you! - Smile - Jupiter Permission!