Electoral 2072 resumed. Three rounded white chairs padded with red velvet floated against the white digital background. Laurent and Mall-Ik were wiping tears watching the President's union on a vanishing screen.
"What a beautiful moment," said the boy. "They are two men, is that normal?"
"Yes sweet one,” said the woman. “Love has a strange way of not caring about the envelop you live in. The Multiverse wants emotions, creates them using gender and reproduction when needed. Once a population reaches sufficient numbers, it needs new tools. Laurent loves you very much, he will do so even when you are in your true rock body." The answer satisfied the boy. Marilyn continued, "Emilio wanted an answer. I think he got part of it." Marilyn began. "I still gave Emilio two more questions. As you saw, I am done holding punches. You daughter is watching and I am starting to see things her strange way. Disclosure is liberating," the boy waived his hand at her and sent a kiss her way, "so please ask the right questions."
Laurent and the boy were both wearing the authentic space outfits worn by Ronaldo Corvas as he entered the Door back in August. They were ready for the game. The adult added, "I am not sure more should be added on top of this nice situation."
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"I agree, one question was enough. This wasn't the only reason he signed up to play the year 2067 and 2072 competitions, but it enlightens us, no? I am not sure we will get our Emilio back with his same gift. In the history of man, the rare individuals who had this gift often lose once they fall in love. Can you imagine seeing each moment of your life hundreds of situations where the one you love dies?"
“Mall-ik, you get the first question. Ask her anything you want.”
“Do you love Sophie?”
The question stunned everyone. “Yes,” she answered humbly. “I actually feel ashamed I do not deserve her. I expected an Attractor for my indiscretions, but anyone except her for me would have been easier.”
“Why?” asked Laurent.
“Is that your second question?”
“I guess it is.”
“How to answer. We are both protagonists of this strange story, I see the future and one of us won’t exist in three weeks. It’s just unclear who it will be. If I was a betting woman, I would put my chances on me. I have seen my future beyond the Sixth Attraction. I win and she looses.”