Am făcut un experiment, că tot am terminat un liceu bilingv. Aici se află un fragment din „Oroarea din Oort” (revista „Galileo” nr. 6, antologia „Eroi fără Voie” – ed. Millennium Books) pe care l-am tradus în engleză. Mă rog, poate tradus și adaptat puțin.
The Horror of the Oort
I am recording this message under considerable stress, for the burden of events which have led me to this precarious situation is not fit for any man, and the last crumbles of reason I may still muster in the wake of calvary push me to issue this warning, to relieve any that may follow in my steps of things as I have lived to experience. Time hastes me, for my oxygen is depleting, but I am no longer afraid. Such an irony that the skafander’s batteries will endure many hours after I have drawn my last breath! But nothing of what might follow could surprise me anymore. I would even say that the thought of my own death brings me confort, for I am all that is left of the crew of doomed Nepenthes, now a gloom-filled derelict on the very rim of the Oort Cloud…
Were my body ever to be found, floating here, inert, upon the edge of the abyss, my only hope is that those involved will have the wisdom not to investigate my fate beyond a certain point, and hold this coarse account to be sufficient.
We embarked from one of the remoter spaceports of the metropolis Februus on black Eris, supplied with provisions for at least one year. And we were – I regretfully include myself – seven scum of humanity. I would console myself that I was, perhaps, the least wrethced of our number, but I am not, by far, an example of human decency. Were there not the lowly circumstances in which I found myself, I would have never joined such a group.
It seemed that their so-called leader was Loki Tha – fork-tongue. She convinced me, with cheap lies that I wished to be true, to climb aboard the ship that would become the crib of her gang of villains for the following weeks and months. Such a waste, wonderful Nepenthes… A luxurious vessel, equipped with the latest in technology and powered by nuclear fusion, left in the hands of wealthy, unchaste scoundrels from the inner system, with nothing better to do but enact their abhorrent fantasies in the depths of space, beyond the disapproving gaze of civilization. In any case, had I not been chased by my creditors under threat of death, I would have never accepted the proposal of that horrible woman – Loki Tha. With her thin, slashed tongue and her green, ophidian eyes, modified to tease a man… and her appetite for sadism and all sorts of perverted games.
Her friends, as she called them, were undoubtebly unique in their own way. Fabian Kairn, sometimes Phoebe, was an ambisexual schizophreniac, giving in to pleasures for which a single sexual organ would not have sufficed. He held obsessions for parturition and infanticide, although the monstrosities he often reared into the world almost justified the latter as an act of mercy.
Sven Halo, on the other hand, was an elderly ganymedan and his affliction was a banale addiction to all sorts of narcotics, affliction which I share with him and the same that brought me here. In spite of his weakness, Sven was, on the other hand, the least damnable of them… It may have been due to the fact that he almost perpetually found himself in a stupefied coma. He believed himself an artist or a philosopher, but produced no opus. During the voyage, in the few moments that he was barely sober, he would obsessively repeat an aphorism whose author had been long lost in antiquity: „He who gazes into the Abyss should be aware that the Abyss gazes back.” The he laughed like a lunatic and drew a deep smoke from his opium pipe, and his eyes rolled in his head. How right was he, and how wrong was I going be!
Hadrienne Nguyen was a woman of martian origins, with symmetrical polydactyly and pansexual urges, even more so that the others. Her favourite orifices were the same that she bore with her own repulsive hands in the bodies of different subjects she would clone solely for such entertainment, sometimes even the mutant progeny of Phoebe, to the latter’s delight. And her prefered toy necessarily had to be a double phallus of venusian onyx, to match.
And there were the twins, as they were known, Serghei and Pantelimon Chernobog, who formed some kind of incestuous couple. In fact they were nothing more than clones of each other, though it would be impossible to say whose. Their passion for suicide and masochism made them transfer their minds into new hosts so many times that it was no longer possible to determine the original individual, centuries ago on who knows which of the inner planets. But for them, and soon for me also, it did not matter. They got along very well with Hadrienne, obviously, and they would die countless times during our debauched voyage, in quite a few ways.
And lastly, myself. I like to think that I do not fit the rest of the crew, but when my wife and daugher perished in the explosion of the main dome of foul Temnograd on Pluto, i became quite rapidly addicted to morphine. This led to me being fired from the Kuiper Company, where I worked as pilot on a mining vessel. Out of a job, I accumulated quite an impressive amount of debt, mainly because of my despicable addiction, and I was forced to flee my native world. My pursuers still found me, the bastards, tipped by the local opiod dealer himself! But Loki came to me first, while I was intoxicated in the frozen ghettos beneath Februus, hiding in an obscure watering hole frequented by fellow miners. She said she needed someone who knew the Oort, because that’s where she was heading along with her band of psychopaths. I was in quite some distress at the time, so I conformed. Had I seen the lie, that they were antrepreneur-scientists in search of some new type of dwarf-planet! Had I imagined that I was throwing myself head first into a soujourn of morbid delights for my contractors, and after that, to a fate much, much worse than anything I would have ever had to endure at the whims of the money-lenders!
But I was desperate, nevertheless… and Loki offered me money and oceans of morphine – a strange thing altogether, although in the heat of the moment I detected nothing dubious with such an assurance. Upon my return, I would have covered my debt. And there would even be enough left for me so that I might retire from the awful drudgery of the outer spheres to one of the wild moons of Uranus, as I once planned with my deceased family…
After a few weeks of indescribable obscenities, we were already billions upon billions of kilometres from the nearest beacon of humanity, and the sun was no more than a star, lost in the black of space, easily mistaken for any other. Any communication with the world was delayed by several days owing to the enormous distances, such that not even light could traverse them in due time in case of a disaster. When it all happened, I was under the effect, lying in bed in my personal room in the rotating section of the ship. The faux-gravity pushed me confortably into the mattress with only half a gee, and my mind was wandering off. I could barely distinguish the twins’ screams and Loki’s and the others’ applause a few levels above, in the main cylinder. In any case, screams and moans had become usual things aboard Nepenthes, sometimes even applause, when things got ”festive”, as the debauchees said.
But then I heard something else. Distant cracks and screeches, muted but distinct, in short bursts. They were followed by an enormous bang, which made me abruptly awaken from my narcosis. Alarms were ululating all over the ship and it was shaking and creaking. It moaned and wailed metalically and then my ears popped and I felt the naloxone automatically administered in case of an emergency or accidental overdose. Unfortunately, it was the first case. I already knew something serious had happened. I was breathing more and more heavily, even taking into account the respiratory depression associated with morphine, and sounds were paling in my ears. I could barely hear the libertines partying above…