Aleatory Tales

ou would be surprised with what you can find in people’s plumbing. That’s what his father always said. He came from a long line of plumbers and the tradition remained strong over the generations. In addition to him, his brother was also a famous plumber. Perhaps, just less famous than himself. He was a celebrity from the wonderful world of pipes and often traveled to other cities to provide his requested services. They said he had gold tools, which was overkill. Among his equipment, only a wrench was made of gold, and it had been a gift from a queen who now had her private throne impeccably restored. Every single day he went out happily to visit his clients in his kart, to avoid traffic. He had a full schedule and guaranteed to be able to unclog any plumbing system. For him, there was no such thing as hard work and it was just like he had super powers. He had already found everything you could possibly find in clogged pipes, even one or another turtle that naughty children would throw ...

It had only been a week since she moved out. Lana was happy to finally have an exchange as always dreamt. She was in Dublin and was enjoying every single moment of that magical country that at many points referred to childhood legends, stories that her mother always told. She was sure it would be an incredible semester. She was enjoying college and was taking a Gaelic course, which was another way for her to learn as much as possible about local culture. Surprisingly, she started to like beer. Or at least, Guinness. Everything about that place fascinated her and it looked like Lana was living a fairy tale. Until the first annoyance. Like every day, she woke up late to catch the bus to the college. When she left his room, she noticed that there were some glasses on the kitchen table. Strange … She lived alone and was sure she had organized everything the day before. Well, maybe she was wrong. After a day of study, followed by a walk at Dublin Castle, she arrived at her apartment...

- Welcome, colleague. As you can see, here is a living area, where our patients can have their activities at will. Each of them has its particularities and needs special care. In a few days, I’m sure you’ll notice they have habits. Do you see that one walking? Every hour she passes through the same place, it never fails. If you look closely, you will notice that she is incredibly punctual, as much as some of us adjust our watches according to this movement. Curious, isn’t it? According to our studies, it must be a type of obsessive compulsive disorder combined with this woman’s other psychological problems. Some patients have extremely beneficial habits and make the most of our structures. Two of them are very athletic and can be found most often on the courts or in the green areas. In our discussions, some theories suggest that they have Peter Pan syndrome and think they are still young and need to spend a lot of energy. Obviously, the physical part cannot deceive as much as a ps...

Some people turn into specialists in one topic. Mr. Thomas was one of them, in his case, a master of disguise. At such point that Thomas was not even his real name rather than one that helped him to compose a disguise and had been adopted ever since. When he was a child, he used to love to wear costumes as his daily clothes. It took a lot a work to convince little Mr. Thomas to wear his school uniform. But finally, he was content on wearing his favorite masks to go to school. It is very usual among kids, it is not? So, his parents could never imagine that it would turn into a lifestyle. The yeas have passed and instead of changing his behaviour, Mr. Thomas’s abilities could not stop growing. He could be whoever he wanted and whatever he wanted. His great teenage crises was not a heartbreak, but been unmasked inside a Chinese disguise. He was in a typical Chinese neighbourhood and his accent gave himself away. Since that day, he locked himself in his room to practice mandarin inces...

The alarm clock starts to ring a little earlier than usual. He wakes up in a bad mood and stretches his arm to reach the alarm’s button. He can not reach it. Gives another try and once again, fails. Only succeed at the third attempt. That would not be a good day. At least, he wasn’t late, what was pretty rare. Keeping a calm pace, he gets to the work’s building and finds his lucky spot in the parking. In any other day he’d be pleased for parking there. Today it was different. He enters the building hoping to find no friends in the way to his desk. The mission fails right in the beginning and he meets Mr. Smith, about to get into the lift. He greets him: — Good morning, Astor. Are you all right? You look like when you lose a bet. Have you lost one? Astor answers: — Lost them all… But don’t you worry about it. He drops on his floor and says: — Have a good day at work, Mr. Silva. When the door closes, he speaks to himself: — I’m sure I’ll need it. He walks through the reception...

He was born in Vladivostok, lived in Moscow for some years, most of them while training and now was in Houston. He got used with that calm ranch located at the borders of the city. He didn’t want to call attention for himself. He couldn’t call attention for himself. Whoever passed through the area wouldn’t suspect about the truth. And, let’s face it, almost nobody passed through the area. And if someone did so, it would be some guy lost in the road, asking about the way to Lyndon B. Johnson Space Center. The few people who spoke to that humble foreign farmer because of his accent would be certain to speak with a French. That was just thanks to his training. It would be impossible turn Russian into American accent quickly. However, the add of the french accent was enough to muddle the people from that country. He was the perfect insider in an impeccable disguise. He always said that for being a secret agent it was crucial to be a discreet agent. There were cases of good professio...

- Where am I? Where’s my bicycle? - You’ve been abducted, believe it or not. However, believe it or not will not make any difference in your situation. - Unbelievable! I always heard about that. Just was not aware that you look just like us and even speak our language! - I only materialised myself into a body more comfortable to you to see. Besides it, Earth’s languages are too primal. Five minutes of studying time and I would be able to speak any of them. Anyway… Tell me your name. - I’m John Mark, nice to meet you. - It’s my pleasure, John Mark. I’m YYZ and I’m am sure you have many questions to ask. Bring it on. - What do you want? Are you going to open up my body in order to make experiments? - Of course not. If even you have X-ray and ultrasound scan technology, why would you think we must open up somebody to find out what’s inside? - Well put. Another one: there’s a God? - Oh my God, you humans have this obsession, don’t you? Every time I have to answer the exa...

The construction was huge. Tons of steel so well preserved that no one would guess to be more than 100 years old. It was in the most perfect conditions, even when everybody knew to have suffered a serious accident some winters ago. The crew’s only survivor was the captain. The story about how it happened was never totally uncovered. The news told they were travelling with valuable cargo full of micro chips. And preferred to sail trough shallow water in a way full of obstacles, rather than deep water most often sailed by smaller and quicker pirate ships. It seemed to be the perfect plan, after all, those devious ways were well know by every single soul in the crew. It would not be the tenth nor the hundredth time they were going through the place. Now, you should be wondering: why the hell a tiny pirate ship would not venture into the same shallow waters? After all, if they’re smaller the risk is also smaller. The answer is quite simple: demand. On open sea it would be possible t...