Mars et Avril Page #3

but my mother gave birth in March.

She says that's why

I have a breathing problem.

A Martian.

I look forward to hearing

what it will sound like.

I'm just looking forward

to having Jacob Obus

run his fingers down my body.

You mean down the instrument

inspired by your body.

He's an intriguing man.

He's a man whose career is based on

the art of intriguing.

I've been treating you

for years.

Your soul and body should not

keep secrets from me.

Well, last night,

I had a strange experience.

Hard to explain.

- I'm attracted to him.

- Of course.

Jacob Obus is a living myth!

- Are you jealous?

- No.

Jealousy is when you envy someone.

I envy no one.

You look beautiful in the shadows.

Incredible! You had a dream!

Did you happen

to meet someone recently?

Yes, a young woman.

But what does that

have to do with it?

Listen to your dreams,

you just might find an answer.

Dreams are the gateway

to all that is possible.

Is that you, Jacob?

Lucky you! No one else has seen

the plan for the "marsophone."

This may be

my best work to date.

Indeed.

What are you doing here?

Don't you have

a conference to attend?

Some people do research on more

interesting things than instruments.

- What is your latest whim?

- Planet Mars!

Just what I needed. My father

wants to become a Marsonaute.

Not at all! Absolutely not!

I prefer to inform

rather than misinform.

Why don't you come

and work with me on my new project?

I can't leave Jacob.

I have to protect him.

What would he do without me?

And what would I do without him?

You must think of what comes next.

And I need an assistant.

I know nothing about

experimental cosmology

and even less

about virtual reality.

You could go back to university

to improve your knowledge.

It's not too late.

You're still a baby!

I know this drawing very well.

I received the same signal.

Signal? I never

received any signal!

Poor man, you're talking

like an alien again!

Show a little humility, Arthur!

Ideas don't belong to you.

They belong to the universe.

Your role is simply

to translate them.

How many times must I tell you?

There, I'm done.

You can now "translate"

my drawing into an instrument.

I don't need your drawing.

I've almost finished

this instrument.

What do you mean?

I told you, I received this signal

long before you did.

What do you want me

to talk about?

The theme of my research is vacuum.

But I must warn you, the negative

only captures the truth.

Right. Well...

My name is Jacob Obus.

I'm a musician.

I'm 75 years old.

And I...

I've never made love.

Therefore, I'm an impostor.

My only real accomplishment

will have been my contribution

to the research on vacuum

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