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floor. On this, the first thought he had for a leaner organization for his very own organization, the reason coming from this refusal, his first thought would be first to get rid of HR in any recruitment procedures given referrals is now opening the door to a sect composed by any company, and then to get rid of all consultants. We had human resources, if we could speak of it as a resources, more and more people, more and more misfit to a dictated modern world, and we were still finding shortcuts, good or simply evil. He opened the bottle of whisky and drunk half of it in less than one hour. Ah peace of mind, your keys are so easy. Indeed, this peace of mind opened a short moment of craziness. And the whole headache experience lasting a whole tormented morning. It did worth it, as always. Gamma GT were enjoying the party and were crowding the host place in a long, totally insane party. He remembered at this time what one older friend as he did a placement told him: Youre going into the night at 21, and wake up to the day at 30 Indeed, the countdown kept going. 17 Encounter of the 10th type, a telephone selection So meanwhile, between phone and other means of communication, Henri did set up himself through the lense of another frame. Fixed Damned,WTF, Im bored, Im bored. Moby Well, do like me, go to vibrate, they called it tectonic. Fixed No just my handle would move and with it my head. It gives me nausea and I am putting all numbers in havoc. bip bip Moby ah Ive just received a text Fixed What does it say? I dont know these ones Moby Nothing important, he has to bring bread for tonight. Fixed - Dring Dring Dring Moby Hey, go, take it Fixed - Dring, I cant, dring, I am not like you, dring, I dont have any voicemails option. Moby Ok, so I am going to be called soon. Fixe yes, I do think. Moby - balabalabilababam tchikitaboumboum Fixed - ah here it goes Moby Yep, in stereo, and have you seen how cute she is, I display her picture. Fixed Youve got so many things Moby Still youre able to dial in foreign country. Fixed True, thats true, but I cannot remember the numbers reaching me, only a big noisy waffle Ive got. Moby Yes, Ive got you in my contact list, I am full. Fixed No, dont make me speak now! Moby Ok, Ive got two or three games if you want. Fixed Oh you know, no need to think about something else, I am only looking to stay clean. Moby I cant deep into their pockets, it is not of my decisions, Look at me, look at all these marks Fixed Still, you have a wonderful display screen and a camera at your bottom Moby True, I cannot take myself in picture Fixed As for me, I cannot censor any numbers, only mine. Moby Yes, but I feel it now, my memory goes away. Fixed- What happens? Moby You know how we are treated, dont you? Falling from pockets, from high, doing the rebound and so on. Fixed And? Portable My battery went dead, my screen white. Fixed Thats putting in prospective to have all the tralala, music, camera and so on. Moby Thanks for your compassion Fixed And youve got the numbers at the lottery? Henri came home, took his cell put on charge since noon. He switched on, no reaction. Same player shoots again: have to buy a new one, have to recall my contacts to give their details to me 18. Likely or not 5 Act 5 End of Game, Same players shoot again The Game Officer Ok the game ends now, thanks to you for all your participation. Hope we will see you for another round, please reach now the exit down by there. All unanimously Thanks The Game Officer And dont forget, keep the dices rolling. The matter is not to win, the matter is just to keep playing. Above a door, a sign is getting lighted up: EXIT. The stage is separated at this stage at the left where the

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overwhelming. Yep, I had this experience, I used to act when I was at uni. So, how was it? Difficult, you have to frame yourself in the skin of others, express emotions while staying true to some part of yourself. From eye to eve, the day went by, and here started the evening, again. Lady eve inviting herself in the mining of the night. Cutting the crap out of the four corners, it was a charming evening. Justin went to her place. Dinner was an invitation he wouldnt miss. He left the house with no words, as usual, went around there, and introduced himself to a new flat share environment. He had to break his silence, shares something, even the big nothing. Fortunately, interests are exchanged from four of the invitees this evening to create this special sense of dinner, putting the exclamation mark to the day. This kind of glue he missed, this kind of paste he liked. He discovered that even simple was a theme that can be shared. A theme park roller coasting on a diversity of experience and genuine interests in diverse networks that made the ride rich and as much unexpected as it could be. Outside, a fire was giving light more than warming up the delicate evening of this spring. People went around this center piece of light, played with bamboos, and people came, more and more and more. A pleasure. Discussions were covering as many subjects as the different group presents there. Bored with one, or better to say, no clue on one, he could move to another one, and he grasped the essence of the discussion in a few minutes. Ok, not a romantic encounter. Well, sharing is part of romance. And building together in these mild diverse groups were a way to snatch up time in front of the adversity. No questions about that, the air was filled with the voice vibes that made the air clear and breathable. Breathing from words, gasping others, a whole network was set in place, when Justin joined the group. As usual, he wasnt alone, and brought several friends within the four spots of his car, and a quantity of cans that will support the evening to continue. Loud music took over the discussions, and bodies started to shake. One music and another, the playlist were dynamically reshuffled every thirty seconds by anyone near to the computer. The playlist went longer and longer, the beats were imprinting their marks within each persons within the room, even if outside in the garden. Time to move, or shall we stay? Time to make no decisions or time to make on. It felt a good part: the good part in these circumstances is that it is redefining the verb follow in the flow, putting a hole within what could happen next. The morning came around as the night did set in, calmly, regularly, with no noise and a silence that made him powerless to even wake up. The alarm went in a total frenzy. After thirty minutes, Justin woke up, went to the bathroom, went to take his breakfast, and reached his car. The world is populated by surprises at every single corner. You can sometimes put a face on it, sometimes the meaning is leaving you powerless. Only making you eager to pursue this quest and continue, continue. 16. An answer? His phone rang, Edward took the text, a mail: Dear Henri, I regret to say that Alcoa will not offer you theProject Leaderrole you were in the top three. In the end, we chose another candidate. Weve received many applications with candidates providing more a best fit to this position. I will call you tomorrow to give you the background and explain our decision. Lady Gaga Call that never came, tomorrow, the week after, two week after. Reading the letter again, he thought about efficiency, about how much the world, even humans, has become mere consumables. What a good day to start, no time to even put the left foot on the

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reading: why didn't anyone rebel in this game? I thought I did instill some drama in the second act. Havent you witnessed Romain disappearing the scene in some disarming move? Yes, but even there, he didnt react Because he didnt have any choices Choices are up to the one making them. Get me right, we are speaking of real humans or actors already knowing they are in a play? It went this way, because it went this way. Can you explain why we didnt stand for other choices during our long lasting history? Ok Fair enough, still I wrote this part, tell me if its fitting the plotline. Yes, I will read it in time, thanks. Henris head was spinning. Wasnt it forward? The power of fear, Romain dead walking to its fate, it was pretty impressive conditions to any future mental thoughts. Kafka symbolized it under the characteristics of one person in the trial. The whole power of the society centered on one man, with no way to defend himself and even more powerless as the pages went to their end. Justin and the other flat mate started speaking of another subject when Henri offered to pour another glass of red wine this time. And he stayed in this silence, a silence describing him, humanizing his thoughts, setting up the scene of his imagination. The fear he always had when writing was to make it personal. He thought each writer had in its writing time, this unique book that cannot be finished, because too much personal, because still ongoing. When Henri felt something going all wrong, he sat, reflecting on it, in silence. When Henri felt something was getting great, he sat enjoying it, in silence. Well yes Henri, but why don t you stand for your actors and make something good happen? It depends of your definition of good. As for me, I just look in front and with respect to all the crap that happened in the past, I know the exit would even be better, perhaps not now, perhaps not tomorrow. You see everything being balanced? A balance is defined by its property to measure the weight of imbalances, doesnt it? The other flat mate was over listening the discussion when her phone rang, and she left the garden to the house. The discussion continued between Justin and Henri till a point of sleepiness reached both eyes of the actors. The moon wasnt warming the night enough, and its dim light led them to come back inside, each on their way to their flat. 14 Characters of this social glue are imprinting the landscape around Henri read what Justin wrote, and was pretty happy about the results. He didn't change anything, and rather went to write a poem, possibly a song, on his latest thought. He likes to be right He loves to be wrong He can hear the gong And fading away the light His box went closed His spirit dead That was another day Under the name of a play Came a ring around He poured another one Glass were filled Their mouth sealed In one smile To the moon Time to lie Relax soon Enough, Enough, Enough Sleep was the lady juicing out the forces from him. And his eyes went closed on his keyboardfhjskh sdfhioh ejreiwjnfjsdfsdj ikdjskfsdi fsfklqwqño qaqq vskfjosa. 15. Crazy, jealous and paranoiac, He woke up quite refreshed from a night where thoughts were finally laying along him in bed. Torments come from within. He went straight to prepare a cup of coffee and sat in the living room, joining the crowd of the moment, when Justin started to disrupt this morning monotony: Have you ever thought to put this play on scene? I would need to be directing, I would need actors Rely on friends I am sliding from the social glue holding a life together Come on, dont be pessimistic, what are you scared of? Whenever I watched a movie, I grasped the essence with emotions, so putting this play to the scene, gosh its gonna be

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to the world we are passing by, thats why I wake up. Then at every dawn, I am achieving to sleep on my 2 ears with a nice smile. Hubert How did you choose us? The Game Officer thats part of my motivation in this game, I am not selecting the contestant, I am just meeting them. Meeting different people every time is very motivating, I like it a lot, learning by differences and diversity. Ok I sound boring now. Ok youve got it. I found it very fun to see the reaction of people in front of the unexpected. You wouldnt believe how that is interesting. Any other question? Hubert No Ive got to say, I just would like to see what is happening at the end and what we are winning. If its a real game, there is something at stake The Game Officer ok, keep spoiling your time trying to find a result, I just would give you an advice, just enjoy the game. Ok, whose turn is it now? Alexia I believe its mine, Ive got the dices in hand. The Game Officer Ok so throw them away! Shes doing a 5. The Game Officer Ok, falling on a nice square for a lady. Queen Square: Its time to play a little bit of chess, queen, start it up The Game Officer Ok Marta, your turn now. Ok 7, lets see where we are going to. Ok Art Square, thats an interesting one. Marta we will see, never did any arts, and don t have a clue when watching one piece, so.... The Game Officer Its where its becoming interesting. Here we are: Youve got to draw your sensation of the feeling of joy on this blank paper. Marta If I am saying I dont know joy, can I leave that piece blank? The Game Officer Yes, you can. I am normally not allowed to give advices, but hey, come on, why taking the easy way. Sure a charming person like you got some colors and shapes to express. What kind of art would you perform? Marta- any kind of arts? The Game Officer Yep, any kind. Marta Ok so Black and white photography. Its giving intensity. I want all the contestants down the center of the board game, inflatable dices down there, there, and there, and a comfy sofa down here. The Game Officer Ok, here we go. Marta and some bubbles down here to symbolize lightness, and a bar down there to set up a nightclub standard, and two big speakers at each side of the scene. The Game Officer Ok, its getting a little bit too much. Be creative, but still realistic! A black and white photography can easily grab the essence on a picture, it would be a shame to overload it with unnecessary objects, dont you think? Marta - Ok, given youre now restraining my creativity, I will do with what you give me. Please take the picture, yep from here. The Game Officer where here? Wouldnt it be better? Marta no, there, youre not bossing around now. Listen to me, left. Yes, here. The objects required are being set up on the scene, Marta is placing the contestants, asking Hubert to look up and express a dubious smile, Emilie and Jean-Pascal to look at each other lovingly, and Marta lying peacefully on the ground looking up at the sky. Click, The picture is shown on the end wall of the scene. The Game Officer Ok very nice, youre doing very well. 13 I like to be right, I love to be wrong Along a gentle breeze, the night introduced itself settling a warming light onto the evening. The two flatmates were outside sipping a glass of white wine, when Henri joined. It was five minutes Henri was sitting there, with no words, only silence, a deep overwhelming silence. Blossoming with the spirits distilled inside each glass, Justin went straight to the spirit of Henris play. Hey Henri, had a look to your writings and gave myself a shot at writing one act. Ah well, I will read it in time, did you find it inspiring? Well yes, I had just one question keeping banging around the walls of my head during the whole

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arms, just lift them as you feel. The music is starting on, a big bright yellow sun is taking place down the scene, not light, warm yellow colors. Jean-Pascal is struggling at the beginning and finally find his way forward leaving Marta to drive the dance. Emilie thats quite nice, I like the rhythm, Hubert would you mind joining me? Hubert euh.... Emilie come on, I don t want to spoil the musical background trying to convince you. I am a beginner like you, come here! Hubert goes to Emilie and starts joining Marta and Jean-Pascal. On the side, The Game Officer and on another square, Alexia, are looking to them. The Game Officer comes to Alexia, and they both start picking up the rhythm. After 3 minutes of struggling dance by each of the guy, the music is coming to an end. Hubert, The Game officer and Jean-Pascal are getting quite proud of themselves. And a smile is nicely readable on each of the contestants faces. 11 And the light goes on Justin put back the paper next to him, went to the kitchen to prepare something, something eatable. He cooked, and came back to the living room. Henri appeared less confused, if confusion can leave traces on an appearance. The TV was switched off, and music was now filling the very living room. In this melody, Justin added his voice to the drums. A casual discussion came on what he read, on what Henri wrote. Its only a draft yet, was the only answer he could get Facing the deep silence of a Monday night, Justin ate quickly his meal and went down-town for a movie. Which one? Well, at the time these lines are written, Henri, Justin, the flat mate, or the author cannot recap which one. Didnt we have a deal that you would stay away from this script and just put inspirations on papers? We dont need your thoughts, leave us alone for freaks sake! Ok, come back, but please no more intrusion, we are using past tenses here. Meanwhile, Justin put his shoes and went for a midnight run. As soon as he did hit the road, his mobile went berserk. He answered it. Easy peasy. Hiya, Hello, whats up? I am going for a run, can I call you back later, lets say in one hour? No, I am going to dinner in town, better to catch up tomorrow. Ok, see ya He put back his walkman on, and went walking on this hard road, before starting a long run outside. Oh gosh, thats feeling good He felt like he let everything behind, went wildly into the nature and bam. No worries, escaping reality at the rhythm of a footing. He accelerated, didnt listen to his heart rate, to the pain in his legs, in his lungs, to the distance to be covered, just running. Out of breath, he reduced the speed, and came by walking. He stopped by the 7/11 and brought some delicacies home, well delicacies, sweets. Back home, filled up with the energy from the run, he took his laptop and continued Henris notes. 12 Likely or not 4 Act 4, Shuffle it all. Its all getting organized Hubert - Where are we now and what are we doing? The Game Officer Ok Hubert, its your turn to play, it might answer your question.Interview Square What do you think of this game? Jean-Pascal - Nothing we are going nowhere The Game Officer JP, wasnt your time to answer! Oh please behave! Hubert- Yep so we are going nowhere. We are on interview square, so it means weve got an interviewer and an interviewee... where are they??? The Game Officer very good question, So I am the one that will be interviewed, and obviously you are leading the questions. Hubert Ok sounds interesting. Ok first question, tell us, how did you end up doing that? The Game Officer I didnt end up doing that, believe or not, I choose to do that. I was working in a theme park before, and I am still looking to give smile and entertainment to people. Its kind of giving a nice frame

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ones. Justin went to the TV and turned it on. What can I put that wont bother anyone in the room? He thought. Straight Sky Sports blurred its amount of info to the screen. Football, cricket, rugby, it gave one hour of peace of mind. He still had the papers from Henri next to him. He chose to dare a look. 10 Likely or not 3 Act III Angriness start to blur, the dices are starting to get red, Impatience is taking all over the place. Deep in the blossom of the gentle night Is when I search for the light Pick up my pen and start to write I struggle, fight dark forces in the clear moon light Without fear, Insomnia, I cant get no sleep. I used to worry, thought I was going mad in a hurry Getting stress, making excess mess in darkness Jean-Pascal throws the dices. The Game Officer - Ubiquity Square you're facing your evil twin. What are you discussing about? Jean-Pascal - I dont know, who is the evil, my twin? Ok. The Game Officer - Let s see, have a discussion with him. Another Jean-Pascal is coming onto the scene. They are starting to chit chat, then nervously they both stand up, the discussion is going on and on and on. After 5 minutes, the Game officer decides to interrupt the discussion and calls it off. The Game Officer- OK, looks like you both like to speak, and you both agree to disagree. Lets cut it now, it spoils the fun. Did you reach any interesting points? Jean-Pascal No we just both agree that we disagree. The Game Officer Ok sounds interesting, Emilie, lets come to you. Emilie Yes, and here are the dices The Game Officer Ok 2, you are arriving on Myth Square. You re escaping reality, you're in a long long long corridor, too many places around, and only one piece of string of the ground. Emilie - Ok I am trying to follow it. I am lost anyway, so lost for lost. The Game Officer ok so follow it! Emilie is walking in round and round and round in a snail shape to finish exactly over the square she was meant to be on. Emilie Fantastic, so why the line, I could have gone straight... The Game Officer I didnt make the rules, I am just applying them. Its mainly pointing out that you dont forcefully have to go straight to go to your destination... thats all folks. Jean-Pascal, your turn now. Jean-Pascal - Ok, Ive got to do a 10 to go through the finish line, come on dices, don t let me down. Hes blowing on the dices, rubbing them on his sleeves, and after other strange dances on his square, he is throwing the dices. The Game Officer Ah, At last, ok, how much? 3, thats excellent. Silly attitude and youre falling on drunken Square, what a nice coincidence. Jean-Pascal- Yep, I believe. So whats the goal, I am struggling to clearly identify the concept of ethylism The Game Officer - What an elitism Jean-Pascal - Yep, nice to say but I am still lost in the obscure dregs of the instant here! What do I do? The Game Officer Nothing, youre not able to, you're just losing ten days. Jean-Pascal - What? Simply losing them??? Nothing more, no more information The Game Officer - Yep you just lost them, now go ahead, you lost your turn as well, give the dice to the next player. Martas turn, she throws the dices. The Game Officer - Ok, 3 +4 7 Classical square just before the finish line. Time to dance to a music. Marta, let s bring some of the nice hot music you've got. Marta Yep, put the track on, I just will need somebody to join me Jean-Pascal I am up for it, what kind of music are we performing so? Won t be a ballet, tell me. The Game Officer Yep, not exactly, but you still have to get dressed up. As it was Martas turn,Marta, would you mind dancing a nice sevillana for us? Marta vale, ok come here Juan. Its nice and easy, just perform these easy steps with your feet, and follow me. For the

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good, calm is key to happiness at some stages. A voice is coming from behind, cutting Emilie in her answer: Romain - Bull*cks, do not believe in that, thats all. Lets continue the game. Hubert Yep, Ok 3 and 4, 7 case discretion The Game Officer It s too dark for us to see, It s too long for us to know. Hubert Whats your question? I leave it to your discretion. The Game Officer ok you've got to say one thing true about you. Hubert - The most true thing about me? I am always lying to myself, the best way to live is to live on a velvet underground. Ok let s give some thought. Looking at Alexia Ok, the most basic truth: I am a man, and I am a lesbian. The Game Officer Please no cheekiness and seduction on the board, it will destroy the whole spirit of the play if you start by messing each other mind. Ok romain, your turn. Romain yep yep never let it go, and... The Game Officer Oh la, 9, let s see where its leading us A dark square is coming out of the ground of the scene, and Romain is calmly walking to it. The atmosphere begins to be darker, a cold wind is blowing down the theater. Silence is surrounding everything, the spectator can only hear the sound of the steps from Romains feet. Romain I am Romain, and I am roaming god knows where, why am I having now quite a lot of memories coming back to me? Why is it getting cold? Why am I the only speaking? What have become to the rules of this game now???? I am getting bored, nothing to do, just walking down here. Ah Hi Alexia, yep you as well, you are not moving, you look like a stone. Next Square, he is passing by Hubert Romain - Hubert you as well, first Ive ever seen you speechless. Ok thats definitely getting too complex, I am quitting! Suddenly, once arriving next to the square he was meant to be on, the black box opens, and a great white light comes out of it. Then, no idea, no words, nothing. A cardiac stroke hurt him. He falls down. The Game Officer - Yep you are already out so... bye. Ok next player All the players are getting quite stunned by what theyve just witnessed. Alexia Nobody told me we were as well playing our life down this game The Game Officer Its life, its a game. 8 Think about it, or dont Justin went back from university after a brawl he took part in. As usual, he spoke and took an active part in a discussion he was not first involved in. He defended points not worth to be defended. Still points to be added to a discussion that appeared to only head into one direction. In the evening, he parked his car to the garage shop. Two days, full maintenance. He took the bicycle in the boot and went back home, sliding between lanes, between cars, keeping running in a crowded path where this lane was the only priority he had on the road. Cycling, his mind went on thinking on another road, the road of information: You can know what I am watching. You can know what I am interested in. You can know what I am searching. You can know why I am reacting. You can know all that, and still you might be missing the point. I am a living entity, and my deep down wish is to keeping getting surprised by what youve got. Without any notice on my news feed Without any notice in my readers reaction Without any notice on my profile view Without any notice on what to expect I am here to get surprised. You know what I might not like, so will you? Bam, the final slope and he arrived home, only to see Henri deep into stack of papers. Justin picked one lying next to the door. Well, not before he went to the kitchen to fill one glass and one ice cube, the deep encounter of a spirit and its solid matter. He joined the living room, adding his breath and this scent to the atmosphere. Henri was deep into his thoughts, his perhaps, more likely some general

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