- At the top ladder the head and the leader is Sempaï whose identity is unknown.- The Wonderland squad is Alys’ knights meant to protect her. It is composed of Sempaï (Mad Hatter), Nokira (White Rabbit) and Moto Rorola (Queen of Heart). They are the only ones that know Alys has survived.- The survivors of the Intellect class who are protected by the movement.- Every citizen can join the movement only if he or she is trustworthy.
Il vous faut:- 1 ballot de vêtements en coton bio- 1 g d’opium- 10 cl de blanc de céruse- 1 fiole de cendre de charbon compressée- 50 échardes de bûcher de seconde main- 10 ans de guerre n’ayant pas eu lieu- 1 résistance de transistor de collection- 2 ml de vaccin contre la rage- 1 fragment de magma en fusion ou de météorite- 1 feuille de papyrusRemarque:Bien sûr la liste n’est pas exhaustive en function de l’époque de destination voulue.
Réservez les vêtements en coton pour la suite car vous en aurez besoin pour traverser le continuum espace temps dans de bonnes conditions. Veillez à n’emporter que des vêtements 100% coton bio.
A l’aide de vos connaissances personnelles en histoire et éventuellement d’une encyclopédie si vous avez le moindre doute, rassemblez des ingredients faisant précisement reference à l’époque de destination choisie. Attention les anachronisms pourraient faire des ravages en déboussolant l’horloge du temps.
Dans un mortier pilez l’opium, le blanc de céruse et les cendres de charbon compressées puis ajoutez y une à une les échardes de bûcher. Pour adoucir le goût rajoutez éventuellement à la preparation du sucre de canne.
Versez goutte à goutte les dix années de guerre n’ayant pas eu lieu et le vaccin contre la rage dans un saladier à part dans lequel il sera ensuite judicieux d’incorporer la preparation précédente pimentée de la résistance d’un transistor de collection.
Nappez le tout d’un fragment de magma en fusion (ou de météorite) fondu et composez des faux rouleaux de printemps en découpant des bandes larges de papyrus que vous enroulerez autour.
Faites refroidir vos hors-d’oeuvre au réfrigérateur pendant 24h et dégustez les auprès de vos amis les plus proches au cas où cette rencontre serait la dernière. L’effet assommant de l’opium vous endormira au bout de quelques heures et au réveil vous aurez la surprise d’être arrive(e) à destination sans encombre… ou pas!
Bonne nuit et bon voyage! Et n’oubliez pas d’emporter et de garder précieusement sur vous un échantillon d’eau de mer radioactive pour mener à bien votre retour vers le futur! A la revoyure mousaillon!
The time traveller’s recipe:You will need;- a bundle of clothes in organic cotton- 1 g of opium- 10 cl of white lead- 1 vial of compressed coal ashes- 50 splinters of a second hand stake- 10 years of wars which have not occurred- resistance of a collector transistor- 2 ml of vaccine against rabies- a piece of molten magma or meteorit- a sheet of papyrusNote: Of course the list is not exhaustive depending of the chosen period of destination.- Book the organic cotton clothing as you will need it later to cross the space-time continuum in good conditions. Make sure to use only 100% organic clothing.- Using your knowledge about history and an encyclopedia in case of you have doubts gather ingredients that precisely refer to your era of destination. Warning, anachronisms could wreak havoc by disorienting the universal clock of time.- In a mortar pile together the opium, the compressed coal ashes and the white lead. Then add one by one the splinters. To sweeten the taste, pour a slight coffee spoon of sugar cane.- In a separate bowl, melt the 10 years of wars whcih have not occurred with the vaccine against rabies. Then you should incorporate the collector transistor’s resistance to spice the previous preparation.- Melt together the two preparations in a shaker. Break the magma (or meteorit) in pieces. Cut wide stripes of papyrus to compose false springs rolls. You should pour the mixed preparation on the papyrus first then put the magma (or the meteorit) on top of it and wrap carefully the papyrus around.- Cool your appetizers in the refrigerator for 24 hours. Taste it with your closest friends in the event this meeting would be the last. Because of the opium’s effect you’ll fall asleep a few hours after. You will wake up if the time travel has succeeded safely… or not!- Good night and good luck! By the way do not forget to take with you a vial of radioactive sea water to come back to the future. See you later sailor!
Al Cartel had to accompany them on the way to Moto Rorola's house. He left after he managed their ID checkings. As the doorbell rang they heard footsteps behind the door and Moto Rorola appeared in the threshold wrapped in a large and bold bathrobe:- What are you looking for?- We need a skilled healer.- I'm back from work and I'm exhausted. If it's an emergency you should better call the hospital...She was about to close up her door to them when Nokira blocked it with a foot:- We don't have time. If we do nothing to care him Sempaï will die in less than an hour!- Sempaï?Moto Rorola opened a bit wider her door to see Sempaï unconscious, supported by Sam Suung who wrapped her arms around him in a protective gesture. His pulse was too light:- What happened? Moto Rorola asked when they helped her to bring Sempaï upstairs in the guest room. Don't worry no one will hear our conversation.- He has been arrested by the police, meaning Al Cartel and his sins, because of something called the "Shovel of Death".- I see. It's so horrible...She softly laid him on the bed and opened his shirt to clean the blood bleeding slightly through his injuries:- I've known him for years. I used to be a Lonesome activist when the Traumatism occurred but to make ends meet in this new world you should join the Official District. So I passed the Exam to become a healer after the Evacuation ended. I couldn't have expected him to be so dedicated to you that he would sacrifice his own life.- But why? Why had he chosen to protect me whatever it would take?Surprised, Moto Rorola looked at her and took a deep breath:- I guess he hasn't told you yet because you're still young but you're Alys, Ashley Wonderland's daughter.- What... what are you saying? Sam Suung stammered, turning slowly pale.- You don't remember anything about it, do you? I'm the one who saved you during the Evacuation...- That's not what I'm asking, it's a sad and rude reality but I've lost my memories, Does it mean Maa Kintoche is my brother?- Of course it does but you shouldn't tell him until he realizes how much this world needs to change, in other words until he stops seeking for a position in the governement. From the very beginning the Official class is playing with him and treating him like a mere puppet. They always promise to bring you back as soon as he accepts to obey their orders, whatever these are.Downstairs, the doorbell was loudly ringing:- Stay here aside Sempaï.She didn't close entirely the door for them to hear everything that was going to be said, then came downstairs to open the door:- Why are you here? There's nobody living here except me.- I received the order to take Sam Suung to the President. He wants to talk a bit with her about the "Shovel of Death";- If so what are you going to do Maa Kintoche? You will only hand Sam Suung over to the Official class who may use her to put out of harm's way the Lonesome movement.- I can't disobey the orders.- You stupid thoughtless kid! What will you do if they arrest her and send her in jail like they did to Sempaï?- The President just wants to talk with her!- Are you thinking they will chat like old friends drinking a cup of tea? Not at all! You want to become an Official but you're not mature enough yet...- Where are they?- It really saddens me, you don't know what you're doing it's so pathetic!Avoiding her angry eyes, Maa Kintoche looked hastily around and saw the guest room"s door opened upstairs:- If you're in there Sam Suung don't be afraid and come with me." No, I won't forgive you!" Sam Suung thought.- If you don't come Sempaï's sacrifice will become useless because the Traumatism is all about the "Shovel of Death".- Is that so?Sam Suung appeared at the top of the stairs, her feelings melted between astonishment and anger:- Let's go, definitely!
Al Cartel snirked:- You will have time to mind about such pointless questions in your cell because I come here to arrest you.- Wait! You can't... Maa Kintoche exclaimed.- Shut up! You're lucky not to endure the same punishment to have pointed a gun at an Official. It is what it is, when it comes to deal with law I can't intervene nor feel sympathy.- But...- It's a matter of consciousness. If you feel guiltiness for that it's your problem, let's go then!- Alright...The policemen seized and handcuffed Sempaï tightly.Al Cartel and Maa Kintoche left quickly.Shocked Sam Suung didn't pronounce a word: was all that mess because of her? Why does everyone love her so much that they were prepared to sacrifice their own lives if needed to protect her?A few minutes passed before the door slid again showing Nokira who ran to her as soon as he stepped in the building:- What's wrong? Are you sick or something bad has just happened? he worriedly inquired. By the way where is Sempaï? We had to...- Calm down, I will try to explain everything as best as I could.- Where is Sempaï?- We have to leave tonight, he has just been arrested.- No way! Why? By who?- By Al Cartel and his sins but I don't get to know exactly why.- This is very troublesome we are not terrorists so we didn't have issues with the government before. What if they use torture to force him to talk?- No... Please stop saying such scary things.- Once more, what do you know about the "Shovel of Death"?- I... I don't know what you are talking about!Barely dressed, Sempaï was chained against a wall. Al Cartel surveyed the interrogatory from a corner of the room. The policeman slapped again Sempaï on both cheeks and flicked his forehead:- Look at me and say it again.Eyes closed by the pain Sempaï remained silent. The man got suddenly angry and seized him rudely by his hair:- I did tell you: say it again!Society was not quite a huge city. Its streets were organized around a small urban district reserved to the Official class. Obviously the sole precinct of the city was located here in its city heart. There were many guards and security barriers around there. Being formally a citizen with a valid ID card was not enough to be allowed to access freely the precinct, you had to be accompanied by an Official to pass through the security barriers and the ID checkings.- What should we do? Sam Suung asked while she and Nokira were running fast across the city to the Official District.- Maa Kintoche... Damn this guy is so stupid! Why on earth did he have to let the police to capture Sempaï, only because of mock opportunities?!- It shouldn't be that simple. There must have been other reasons. I wouldn't be surprised if he was forced to tell "them" the truth about us.- Anyway, we shall rescue Sempaï but how? In fact this is the real question.Nervous Sam Suung reflected about it while checking distractedly her pockets. Her fingers found the strange object Maa Kintoche had given to her hours ago. She held it out and looked at it with a quizzical eye. It was simply shaped like a ball with a small shining button on it. She carefully pushed it to open the object and closed it immediately after. Apparently it was supposed to activate a bomb or some nuclear stuff.- Glad to see you here! Al Cartel exclaimed behind them. Oh my... You should have given me back the "Shovel of Death" earlier it would not have caused so much disturbance. Come on, follow me to the precinct.Sam Suung and Nokira didn't have any other choice thus they obeyed. He guided them through the district.- Over here, he said when they came in the precinct.The cell was very dark, barely reached by the light. But soon, as he was looking closely Nokira foresaw Sempaï laid on the floor:- What... what the hell did you do to him?- Don't worry he's still alive but I would be lenient only if you give me back the "Shovel of Death" immediately.- Well... take it. Now release him please I'm begging you, Sam Suung whispered, her eyes sparkling of upcoming tears.In exchange Al Cartel handed the cell's key over to her.Scarcely had she entered Sam Suung ran to the bedside of Sempaï who was severely wounded. Scandalized her heart sank with sympathy as her fingers brushed against his injured limbs. She simply laid an arm on his shoulder to help him standing up. Barely dressed with a large grey shirt and old ripped jeans he felt light against her, his eyes closed.- He definitely needs to be healed by a skilled healer, Nokira observed. Do you know of a good one around here? he asked Al Cartel.The businessman looked at Sempaï, then at Sam Suung:- You should go to visit Moto Rorola.
After Sempaï left, Sam Suung gathered all her small travel bag could contain. She was standing in front of the sliding door when she hesitated: what if she'd like to stay with enough bravery to face the police?
She has been living here for long, besides all she had loved, built and remembered belonged to the new life she was going through underseas and lingered behind the house's walls. Then she thought it was pretty naive given that Maa Kintoche knew her secret and would have told his future comrades about it, voluntary or not.
Unless he was lucky, he must have been arrested by a police patrol and forced to tell them the truth. However she refused to think about it when she realized it would be her fault if he ended up threatened or sent in jail which was a terryfying hypothesis.
Somehow she felt sympathy for him: before they first met he always seemed to her strong and self confidant, a bit too selfish and silly. The truth was after all he revealed himself to be a fragile and melancholic young man.
She was quite a good judge of character assuming that he must have been broken by the lost of someone he loved and cared in the past.
She went out her pleasant and safe home and never stepped back again.
- Welcome back! Everyone was waiting for you, what were you doing? I told you to come as fast as possible... Sempaï reproached her when she got in the headquarter.
- Sorry... she simply replied, avoiding Sempaï's suspicious eyes.
- You have really no sense in your mind! What if you were arrested?
- You're always acting as if I was still a child. preventing me from doing anything harm like revolting myself against politicians. But this foolish dictatorial Big Brother looking system shall be shut down or must change in any way possible. Anybody has no longer the right to think and talk according to his/her free will. We are led by paranoic people who vote nonsense security laws.
- I know... I know it's scandalous but I want you to be more careful in the future because you're not ready to handle the truth yet.
- What are you talking about? I'm almost twenty years old thus I deserve to know more because it might deal with my childhood.
- I did tell you you're not ready yet to learn about and handle the truth, that's all!
- I want to know why I feel so concerned about Maa Kintoche and moreover why you are getting suddenly angry although you have no reason to! I was only trying to get to understand your stance.
- This world can't be changed only by you. I'm sure you will try hard but in a fight like this you may lose in the end if you stay as you are, reckless and lonely. The path you have chosen to follow is a very difficult one because it is going to be an endless fight for freedom and humanism that you won't win if you decide to act on your own. What is your definition of the word "wonderland"?
- I should say it sounds to me pretty utopic, like an ideal world where everything goes on peacefully in harmony. A world where everyone can live all together without wars and dictators.
- As I thought, you're the right person to carry out this dream. It's good of Moto Rorola to have saved you during the Evacuation...
- Who is Moto Rorola?
Sempaï was about to answer when the door crashed down, pushed away violently by policemen.
A l Cartel entered, followed by Maa Kintoche.
- Thanks for your help Kintoche, I'll carry out everything well, you should go and take some rest.
Obedient, Maa Kintoche nodded with a discreet grin on his face:
- Yes sir!
As he was walking away he held out a gun that was hidden before in his jacket. Sam Suung looked worriedly around: according to circumstances if a fight was engaged here it would not only destroy the headquarter but kill a lot of people, the movement's members and their families.
- Please don't shoot!
All the looks turned to her:
- You stupid... Sempaï uttered.
- Interesting... Al Cartel commented.
- I have to take my revenge against a system who has stolen from me my dear sister Alys! Maa Kintoche exclaimed. No matter the method I will reverse one day this world to what it was before the Traumatism.
- I disagree you can only learn something from the failures of the past to build up a future even more better, Sam Suung replied.
- Doesn't it sound childish? I understand your point of view but how can you change anything if you refuse war or nonetheless violence?
- I think it's wiser to find other ways to manage the changing.
- You have exactly the same speech as my mother Ashley. It's strange to hear the same words from someone who strongly ressemble her by the way...
Sempaï wanted to say something but Maa Kintoche added:
- ...Now my question is: who the hell are you?
She realized she wasn't able to give him an answer: the more she tried to remember, the more her memories flew out insubstantial.
She was spared from answering by Sempaï:
- Who knows, all of us have lost our identities during the Evacuation. In fact does it matter when the two of you share the same dream? The most important from now on is to act together for the changing to happen, isn't it?