I got off the bus but I could still listen to his words like a buzz in my ear:“My office is very small, without windows but it’s just mine and it’s next to the President’s one. I feel honoured to be His assistant. He’s a man with the highest responsability, He handles the life of thousand of people, He’s always plunged to His huge armchair, in front a three computer screens, with His head sustained by His hand. They say He never rises from this position, He never uses His voice, He can see people and give His orders by mental-control; He can go through the walls like a ghost.
I’ve been selected for this reason. I can listen to His mental commands and my body reacts properly to His power. I will learn to go through the walls. I’ve been chosen to be His successor.”