Maestro (Scince fiction story on English or/and Serbian)

Somewhere in the future, perhaps not so distant, a little withdrawn from the coast, partially obscured by the foliage of tall trees, persisted single floor villa which looks quite friable. Observer might be surprising in a time of highly developed technology, where it was customary to facilities of such quality construction and great material, which, as if they were made for eternity. This technology has enabled people not to worry and do not to include the actual construction.

We are not interested in these people or their buildings, but the Victorian style villa, perhaps from the 19th century. In a almost empty living room with high windows where they were, almost to the end, the thick curtains drawn, which is allowed only muted light, there was a large black piano. In some places, the edges, cover, and guilty, like goat's legs, paint fell off and it can be seen the wood from which the piano was also made.

At the piano is sitting graying old man with sideburns yellowed white hair. Crossing the keyboard with a little finger-thick with some places wrinkled and in some places smooth and shiny skin. Easily passed over the keys, suppleness much greater than you would know it from their appearance. Gone are the decades since these fingers, while he was a very small boy, began to mingle with black and white piano keys. The fingers are themselves know where to go and what to press, to them should not say anything.The fingers was also the mind and feeling. Noted that going out under the cover that covers the wire, wound through the area touching the walls, curtains, ceiling and slowly wasting in the invisible air spots.

- Bravo Maestro - heard a voice from the direction of opening towards the other rooms, which was built in two steps. Leaning against the wall, the tall figure of affairs lit backlight that was coming through the window in the hallway. There was something unusual in this figure. Lacked a slightly crooked hat and a cigarette hanging from the edge of his lips and look like long-forgotten actor Humphrey Bogart. What did not see was a tangle of small engines that are implemented in practice code GHQ2089 tightening artificial skin in the expression carried enthusiasm. Suction sensors are captured from the air 253 826 hydrogen atoms and 126 913 oxygen atoms and the tube dropped after processing the water drop below the white left eye. This tear slid down his cheek and lower lip by mycromagnetic vibrator slowly moved so that it seemed to flutter.

- Thanks, I think you would play better - retorted Maestro with a half round up.

- Do not think so Maestro. Although I am the latest generation of robot, there are no big differences between me and the other robots. Like them, your composition could technically perfect to play it, each note would have been accurate in millisecond, the frequency with absolute precision and the rest not to mention. So, when we played, everyone would have sounded the same and there is nothing attractive. Your playing errors result from emotions that you enter into play. In these emotions is a reflection of your long experience and love of music. This is certainly a reason why people admire you as a top virtuoso, and also we robots. -


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