Pulvirenti Giorgio - Proxima B

San Diego, California.

“Open no. 2!”

The woman’s voice who uttered these words resounded through the 60-square meter hall; it was almost muffled by the mask that covered her mouth. Five neon lights were attached to the ceiling, a floor lamp with seven lamps lit a body’s patient who was lying on a table, a row of monitors surrounded the smooth walls around the place, a special machine with mechanic arms moved on the body that was lying on the table directed by a team of surgeons standing at one end of the room, inside a sort of gazebo, behind a desk, they were all busy steering little levers on a keyboard. The place was one of the San Diego Health Sulpizio Cardiovascular center operating theaters, and the hospital was one of the most modern hospitals of the whole California. Doctor Amelia Fisher, who was the chief surgeon of the center, with her team, was carrying out one more robotic heart surgical operation that day.

“Keep on widening. Jenny, keep on widening.”

Jenny Andrew, Amelia’s vice, began to turn some casters in the keyboard in front of her, and some arms of the machine started to move. Amelia was regarded as one of the best surgeons in the State even if she was thirty-eight. She graduated from the USCF School of Medicine of San Francisco with full marks and had always wanted to be a doctor, specifically a heart surgeon, since she was a little more than a girl. His career path was marked by several difficulties, such as her parents’ premature death and the fact she was an only child. However, thanks to the fondness of her friends and her colleagues and her great determination, Amelia had attained her objectives.

“Very good. We can say that’s enough.”

This sentence was uttered every time a surgery went well, like this time. Amelia took off her mask and left the rest of the team work in front of their computers.

“I’m done for today. See you outside,” the doctor said. Then she left the room.

After leaving the operating theater, the woman got ready for communicating the outcome of the operation to the patient’s relatives.

“So, how was it?” the woman’s mother asked the doctor. She was scared and full of anxiety. Amelia leaned a hand on the lady’s shoulder to reassure her.

“Do not worry, your daughter is fine. The operation has been successful.”

After these words, the woman burst out an almost liberating sob, which was the result of the anxiety she had accumulated during the time of operation; she did not give up thanking the doctor; she wanted to hold her tight somehow. Amelia was accustomed to such scenes, but their effect on her was always good and they made her feel good. After all, these situations had contributed to her being a heart surgeon.

“I’ve only done what I had to do. You only have to stay by her side now. And everything will be okay.”

Amelia’s words were always sweet when she talked with the patients’ relatives that she operated, since she knew very well what the loss of someone that is loved meant. After the last goodbye to the woman, Amelia left the room. She was walking through the long corridor to her ward.

“So? How was it?” Thomas asked, stopping her. He was one of his colleagues as well as one of her dearest friends.

“It was more complicated than expected, but in the end we succeeded,” the woman answered. She looked tired but she was satisfied with the results.

“Excellent! You’re coming to Manuel’s party tonight, aren’t you?” the man in a white jacket kept on saying.

“Well… actually, I’m a bit tired. I’d rather stay at home…”

A strange expression entered Thomas’ features. Amelia captured it very soon.

“Listen. I really don’t feel like it. It’s been a rough few days for me. Tell him I’m sorry,” Amelia tried to explain herself.

“Okay. But just know that he will take offense,” Thomas said finally. He had been walking once again. He was walking in the opposite direction to his colleague. So, they went their way.

Once Amelia entered her room, she took off her white coat and arranged it into a locker on her right. After checking her mailbox, she took some sheets and secured them in a folder. She switched the computer on her writing desk off; she took her jacket and her bag from the coat rack and got ready for leaving her room.

She walked through the hallway, took the lift and finally ended up on the ground floor where, after a quick greeting to two receptionists, got ready to pass a special card through the sensor of a picket-shaped metal device just in front of the main exit in the building. Another workday had just passed.

Amelia was quite a peculiar woman. Sometimes her character was controversial, but she only needed to be with the right people to totally open her heart. It may have been the fate or her work, but the fact is that people like these were very few. Two of these were her friends and colleagues Thomas and Jenny. Thomas was an old college roommate of hers, whereas Jenny was her deputy within her team. He, who used to feel like a brother to her, had been looking for her proper boyfriend, but Amelia had succeeded in freeing from that situation, which she found a little uncomfortable. She wanted a man, of course, but she had not found the right one yet; she hated forced and scheduled things. Thomas used to ask her to spend some time with his friends so that he could introduce one of them to her, and actually, she had met many friends of his, but she did not really like one.

The doctor used to live in a rooftop penthouse of one of the most known buildings in San Francisco with Lilly, which is her lovely dog, and Lorry, which is the parrot that had been given to her as a present brought from Africa by Jenny. The building was a modern-styled house, big enough to ensure her the space she needed. Amelia parked her electric car inside her garage in the basements of the building and she got ready for going up the few stairs to the hall of the building where a certain Charlie worked as a doorman.

“Good morning, doctor!” the man greeted her, seeing her coming. She was an android equipped with a full artificial intelligence.

“Charlie…,” she answered, going towards the lift.

“Stressful day?” the robot asked her. He had noticed that the woman was tired.

“Enough. I look forward to lying in my bed!”

Then the android said, “Wait…” The sound of that voice caught Amelia’s attention, and she reached the writing table.

“A few hours ago I received this one for you.”

The man handed a letter over to the doctor and she looked at it with surprise. Then she asked with puzzlement, “Why didn’t they put it in my letterbox?”

“I don’t know. I can only say that the man who delivered it was wearing all black. He didn’t even look to be from San Francisco…”

Amelia was still looking at the letter out of curiosity.

“I’ve understood. Thank you, Charlie. Have a nice day.”

The woman said goodbye to the android and walked towards the lift.

Once she came at home, she leaned her bag and her jacket on the sofa. The letter was still in her hands. She looked at it tone more time, and then she leaned it on the table in the sitting room. She meant to read it when she would awaken. When the mistress came, Lilly began to bark with joy. Once she put on more comfortable clothing, Amelia went up to her bedroom. She was holding her smartphone to read the latest news before falling asleep like she used to do. Before entering her room, her eyes fell once more on the letter on the table in the sitting room. The woman rested a moment while she considered what to do, and then she thought she would not hang on until she awakened. So, she decided to open it. She turned the letter inside out and noticed that it was sealed and that on the upper side there were the U.S. government logo and the New NASA Corporate logo. On the lower side there was also an inscription: For Amelia Fisher. For the benefit of all! She did not notice that detail earlier. Then she did not hesitate to open the envelope to unveil its contents. Amelia pulled the accordion-folded paper out of its own envelope and started to read it. She had been invited to a special lecture that would hold at New NASA Corporate in Washington. The woman kept on staring at the letter without saying anything…