OSCARS 2016: Winners Predictions

Well, here we are again. Let's break it down:

Best Picture

Will win: The Revenant

Could win: Spotlight

Should win: Mad Max: Fury Road

Nominee prediction results: 7/8

I rarely agree with the Academy and this year is no exception. It is clear that The Revenant is the current favorite, with former frontrunner Spotlight very close behind. There could be a surprise but I doubt it. The sad thing is that the real masterpiece of the year has very little chance of winning.

Best Director

Will win: Alejandro G. Iñárritu (The Revenant)

Could win / Should win: George Miller (Mad Max: Fury Road)

Nominee prediction results: 4/5

Iñárritu did a fine job but not better than last year's Birdman. I'm not a fan of that movie but he did a great work there and awarding him twice would be just too much. Besides, Miller is the one to reward for the best action movie in a very long time.

Best Actor in a Leading Role

Will win / Should win: Leonardo DiCaprio (The Revenant)

Could win: Michael Fassbender (Steve Jobs)

Nominee prediction results: 4/5

It's time. That simple. He's performance is very good and he just deserves it after so long. Yet, many people still thing he shouldn't win. We will see if they have strong voices.

Best Actress in a Leading Role

Will win / Should win: Brie Larson (Room)

Could win: No one else really...

Nominee prediction results: 5/5

I was surprised to be right about Lawrence being nominated again. But whatever, no one has any chance of winning except Larson. Ronan was a frontrunner early on but the awards started flying towards Larson. She certainly deserves it.

Best Actor in a Supporting Role

Will win: Sylvester Stallone (Creed)

Could win: Tom Hardy (The Revenant)

Should win: Mark Rylance (Bridge of Spies)

Nominee prediction results: 3/5

Now this is hard to predict. This category is frequently predictable but not this year. I'm predicting Stallone winning because he's very well liked and the performance is really touching, he gives the movie a father figure that just works. Rylance performance though is very subtle but just right, not flashy, very paced. And Tom Hardy could win if The Revenant just sweeps.

Best Actress in a Supporting Role

Will win / Should win:: Alicia Vikander (The Danish Girl)

Could win: Kate Winslet (Steve Jobs)

Nominee prediction results: 4/5

Vikander is the heart of the movie and we all know she should be on the leading category and not in this one. However, category fraud will give her her first Academy Awards. Only Winslet could spoil but she has only won awards when Vikander wasn't there. Besides, Vikander has Ex Machina and Testament of Youth in her favor.

Best Adapted Screenplay

Will win / Should win: The Big Short

Could win: Room

Nominee prediction results: 4/5

The movie is just too good to leave empty handed. However, there are many fans of Room that may want to give another accolade to the movie.

Best Original Screenplay

Will win: Spotlight

Could win: Straight Outta Compton

Should win: Ex Machina or Inside Out

Nominee prediction results: 4/5

Sorry, I just couldn't decide for only one option as I loved Ex Machina and Inside Out. They were true beautiful stories, very well told and with fantastic scenes, all thanks to the screenplays. However this prize is probably Spotlight's. If it loses the top prize, this is the consolation prize. Yet, Straight Outta Compton could spoil in a year of controversy in the industry.

Best Animated Feature Film

Will win / Should win: Inside Out

Could win: ø

Nominee prediction results: 3/5

Inside Out is this year animation masterpiece although the list of nominees was just perfect this year.

Best Foreign Language Film

Will win: Son of Saul (Hungary)

Could win: Mustang (France)

Should win: You know...

Nominee prediction results: 4/5

I was happy to see my country nominated for the first time. That's always great. However, the Hungarian entry has won almost every prize this season (they do love WWII) and if someone spoils their party it will be the Turkish movie that represents France.

Best Documentary Feature Film

Will win / Should win: Amy

Could win: The Look of Silence

Nominee prediction results: 2/5

I loved Amy. So contemporary and, sadly, timeless. Yet, the choices are so varied a surprise could happen.

Best Documentary Short Subject

Will win: Body Team 12

Could win: Claude Lanzmann: Spectres of the Shoah

Should win: A Girl in the River: The Price of Forgiveness

Nominee prediction results: 3/5

Random guess. Didn't watch any of these. Sorry.

Best Live Action Short Film

Will win: Shok

Could win: Stutterer

Should win: No idea...

Nominee prediction results: 3/5

Didn't see them...

Best Animated Short Film

Will win: Prologue

Could win: Sanjay's Super Team

Should win: Bear Story

Nominee prediction results: 3/5

Another random guess based on images from all the short films.

Best Original Score

Will win / Should win: The Hateful Eight

Could win: Carol

Nominee prediction results: 4/5

Ennio Morricone is a legend and he deserves a prize for his work, even if he already has an honorary one.

Best Original Song

Will win: "Til it Happens to You" from The Hunting Ground

Could win: "Earned it" from Fifty Shades of Grey

Should win: "Manta Ray" from Racing Extinction

Nominee prediction results: 2/5

This is the crazy category, when anything can happen and it did. Three music stars nominated. I think it's Warren's time to finally win and Gaga fans can go insane.

Best Sound Editing

Will win / Should win: Mad Max: Fury Road

Could win: Star Wars: The Force Awakens

Nominee prediction results: 4/5

That damn race! Just perfect.

Best Sound Mixing

Will win / Should win: Mad Max: Fury Road

Could win: The Revenant

Nominee prediction results: 4/5

So much action cannot go unnoticed.

Best Production Design

Will win / Should win: Mad Max: Fury Road

Could win: The Danish Girl

Nominee prediction results: 3/5

Those cars are insane. So much work and it was all worth it.

Best Cinematography

Will win / Should win: The Revenant

Could win: Mad Max: Fury Road

Nominee prediction results: 4/5

Lubezki has won twice so maybe one would think it is too much. But it isn't. The guy is just brilliant. Although I wouldn't mind Seale or that poor Deakins winning.

Best Makeup and Hairstyling

Will win / Should win: Mad Max: Fury Road

Could win: The Revenant

Nominee prediction results: 2/3

Every character is an example of why Mad Max deserves this award.

Best Costume Design

Will win: Mad Max: Fury Road

Could win: The Revenant

Should win: Mad Max: Fury Road or The Danish Girl

Nominee prediction results: 4/5

My runner up is The Revenant because many would vote for them for any category. Not me. I like all nominees but that dystopian future is just too good, on men and women.

Best Film Editing

Will win / Should win: Mad Max: Fury Road

Could win: Star Wars: The Force Awakens

Nominee prediction results: 3/5

The fact that Spolight is here is he only reason why the movie could still win Best Picture. Yet, it's a year of action movies so it would be shameful not to award this prize to any of the two action packed picture in the roster.

Best Visual Effects

Will win: Star Wars: The Force Awakens

Could win: Mad Max: Fury Road

Should win: Ex Machina

Nominee prediction results: 4/5

The Revenant here means the Academy REALLY loved that movie because I have seen better FX in films not nominated. It's just nonsense. I take a leap of fate here, even if it may not be a very likely choice.

TOTALS

Mad Max: Fury Road > 6

The Revenant > 4

Amy, Body Team 12, Creed, The Big Short, The Danish Girl, The Hateful Eight, The Hunting Ground, Inside Out, Prologue, Room, Son of Saul, Spotlight, Star Wars: The Force Awakens > 1 each

This is it people. Let's hear it tomorrow night!

Shooting stars

   The shooting star crossed the sky fast, almost not giving anyone time to properly think about their wishes. It was a silly tradition but people had been doing that for so much time that, it made no sense not to do it. Monica watched it from her bench, comfortably seated there with her son Matt. He was complaining about not having been able to take a picture of the shooting star but Monica didn’t hear him. She was still thinking about her wish; about the only think she really really wanted. But it was one of those impossible dreams, one that had to defy science if it were to become a reality. So she knew there was no way.

 When they got home, Matt was still talking about the shooting star, how he had read about it in a book in school and how his teacher had told the class that shooting stars were just space junk, little and medium rocks that get trapped in the atmosphere and burn. Monica was now listening but she didn’t have anything to add. She felt tired and wanted to rest. Her weak had been very difficult and Matt could talk for hours if she didn’t said anything back. So she asked if he wanted some macaroni and cheese and, of course, he said yes. She gave him a big bowl and sat down with him in front of the TV, watching some animated movie. She didn’t eat. He fell asleep after he was done.

 Carrying Matt had been easier before, when Luke was alive. But things change and now she had to do all that by herself. Her friends told her to start dating, to look for someone to spend the rest of her life with. The truth was she was still young but the memory of Luke was still so fresh that she would feel as if she was cheating on him or something. That was silly but it’s always a difficult thing to go through. Matt, luckily, had been far stronger. He did cry at first and sometimes he asked things about Luke and heaven and things about his days as a baby. But that was it. Monica was his world now.

 Tired, she went to bed right after leaving Matt on his bed. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and put on some old pajamas. She looked at the bed and sighed. It was a king size bed in which she navigated every night, not capable of being still, not capable of keeping her body on her spot. Her body knew Luke wasn’t there anymore but her brain apparently had other ideas as she often saw him besides her before closing her eyes, his kind smile and big nose. She loved that big nose.

 The next day was a Saturday. She realized it was late because the sunlight was hitting her right in the face through the window’s blinds. Monica normally woke up early because of Matt but apparently her state from the day before had caused her to oversleep. She was about to convince herself to stay even for more time but then she heard a loud sound, something crashing against the floor, shattering. Matt had probably attempted to get his breakfast by himself and now there was glass or bits of plates all over the kitchen. That’s the just of a mother for you. She begrudgingly got out of bed, put on her slippers and went down to the kitchen.

 Not having arrived yet, she started telling Matt to get out of the kitchen so she could clean first and then make him pancakes. But it wasn’t Matt who came out of the kitchen.

 For a moment, she felt she couldn’t properly breathe. She had to grab the sofa and try not to fall down. Her heart ached and her eyes were trying to focus on something else and not on the person that was coming closer, grabbing her, helping her not to faint. She was very scared but her body was not responding properly, so she could fight her helper. She was powerless and she was crying too. She couldn’t stop the tears or her heavy breathing. The man laid her down in the sofa and looked at her with his kind smile and his big nose.

 Matt finally came out of the kitchen holding a broom. Before he had seen his mother, he told Luke he had cleaned all the man and that now they could keep cooking for mama. Then he looked at her and his voice was lost. Luke told him to come closer and tell Monica to breath slowly. He would start with breakfast so they could properly begin their day. As he disappeared into the kitchen, Monica was able to breath slowly. She grabbed his son’s hands and tried to talk but nothing would come out. He told her that she should breath slowly and that Dad would take care of anything. She then heard him singing, and that confused her even more.

 Luke had always sung. He loved to do it and had always had the dream to become a professional artist. But then they had Matt and money was needed so he entered the retail business. He managed a big department store and that was a good job that gave them many possibilities, even money for a guitar and lessons for Luke. As a matter of fact, he was coming back from his first audition when the car he was in with a friend was hit by truck and killed them. She went to the morgue and saw his body and cried and yelled. And now that same man was in her kitchen, apparently cooking her favorite type of eggs.

 She pinched herself once and again to check if she was dreaming, Matt looking at her a little scared. She indicated she wanted a hug and Matt complied. As she did so, Monica could still hear the song they had danced to on their day being sung by Luke. Her wish had come true and he was somehow there. She inhaled deeply, caressed her son and stood up, then slowly walked to the kitchen.

 He was chopping onions and bell peppers. He had already done that with some tomatoes and had a big bowl of eggs he had already whisked. She saw him from the doorway but Matt entered and opened the refrigerator. He pulled out a carton of milk and the big bottle of juice. It was a bit heavy for him so Luke helped him and he then saw his wife standing there. He asked her if she was okay. She just nodded, controlling her body in order not to faint. She was amazed at how good she was at trying to keep everything in check.

 Luke approached her and told her she had to add all the spices to the eggs. He stood up behind her and passed Monica some pepper, salt, paprika and some hot sauce. She poured the sauce slowly and he grabbed her hand and her body shook uncontrollably. She excused herself and his response was to hug her from behind and just say: “I’ve missed you so much”.

 Monica turned around right then, her eyes very open. She was touching his face, which felt real, and kissed him. He felt real then too. She then remembered the first time they had kiss, one day after class in college. He had bought her some pizza and she had bought the drinks. They had been talking about some new movie and how amazing it all was, the visual effects and the story and so on. And then, a shooting star crossed the sky. They smiled and then they just looked at each other and kissed. Simple as that.

 Matt made her comeback to the present, or whatever that was. She was holding Luke very tight and realized it was an opportunity and that she would have to be very stupid not to take it. She went along with it, cooking breakfast and laughing at the table, helping Matt do the dishes afterwards and planning a great day for the three of them. They went to a park to which they hadn’t gone for a while and gave Matt a kite to run around with and took pictures of Luke teaching him how to do it. Monica also tried it but she wasn’t very good.

 After that, they decided to have a small picnic and Matt fell asleep for a few minutes, full and tired. During that time, the couple just held hands in silence and looked up at the sky, very blue and without any clouds. She felt she had so many questions and so many things to say. But she didn’t want to break the spell of the moment. So she didn’t say a word and just held him hard. He gently squeezed her hand and they played that game until Matt woke up and they decided to play a short game of football.  They were both good kicking it and blocking the goal post. They played for hours, the here of them, until the stars began to appear in the sky and the cold settled around them.

 Again, they saw a shooting star. And then Monica turned to Luke and saw he wasn’t there. She smiled and sat on the grass. And Matt, he had vanished too.

Adicción

   Nunca hubo una razón en especial pero siempre terminaba pasando lo mismo, tanto así que tuvimos que ir a una profesional para saber si todo marchaba bien. Era preocupante que siempre cayéramos en el mismo vicio, casi a las mismas horas todos los días pero siempre de modos diferentes. La verdad no era algo que buscáramos, ninguno por su lado ni ambos por un acuerdo mutuo. No había nada de eso. Lo explicábamos así: como empezamos de manera clandestina, pues siempre teníamos un cierto miedo, un apuro particular y por eso la costumbre nunca se nos quitó. Alguna gente lo sabe y no le importa, algunos otros lo saben y nos miran como bichos raros. Y otros más no lo saben ni lo van a saber nunca porqué son cosas privadas al fin y al cabo.

 El caso es que, como le confesamos a la psicóloga, creemos ser adictos al sexo. Así de simple y claro. No, no estamos orgullosos de serlo. Sería lo mismo que estar orgullosos de ser diabéticos o de que nos gustara los espagueti a la boloñesa. Pero la verdad es que tampoco nos sentíamos mal por ello y la doctora nos dijo que posiblemente no hubiese nada malo con nosotros. Nos miramos a los ojos y no sabíamos si soltar una carcajada o echarnos a llorar. Bueno, al fin y al cabo ella ni nos conocía, ni sabía como éramos cada uno por su lado y en pareja.

 Le contamos cómo empezó todo. Trabajábamos juntos, en la misma oficina. Eso se acabó hace unos meses pues nos dimos cuenta que la gente empezaba a hablar y que el clima social se iba a poner muy pesado por lo que habíamos hecho. De nuevo, no era algo que nos enorgulleciera pero habíamos empezado como una pareja clandestina. Al comienzo nos caíamos mutuamente mal. Hasta nos echábamos miradas de odio cada cierto tiempo y evitábamos la presencia del otro. Pero un buen día al ascensor del edificio se le ocurrió averiarse y nos quedamos solos. Ambos pensamos que nos iban a lanzar a la garganta del otro y sí fue así pero no exactamente. Cuando salimos de ese ascensor nuestra visión del otro era completamente distinta.

 La psicóloga parecía estar a punto de reír pero retrajo su sonrisa cuando le explicamos que cada uno estaba en una relación por su parte y que empezamos a vernos a espaldas de personas que queríamos pero ya no amábamos como antes. Su expresión se endureció y, como una profesora de jardín de infantes, nos preguntó porqué lo habíamos hecho. Le dijimos que no había sido planeado pero que tampoco lo habíamos podido evitar. Las cosas eran como eran y no pudimos quitarnos las manos de encima del otro. Simplemente había un magnetismo, una fuerza más allá de nuestras capacidades que nos acercaba y nos hacía sucumbir a nuestros más bajos instintos. De nuevo, hay que decir que no estábamos orgullosos pero definitivamente estábamos felices.

 Entonces la doctora preguntó por cuanto tiempo habíamos mantenido nuestra relación en secreto. De nuevo nos miramos, pero esta vez fue con vergüenza, bajando la cabeza pero tomándonos las manos y apretando para darnos fuerzas mutuamente. Respondimos que fue todo un año, un año que, a decir verdad, fue fantástico. No solo nos enamoramos perdidamente sino que lo hacíamos en todas partes, incluso en la misma oficina. No podíamos decir que habíamos sido como conejos, eso sería incluso grotesco. Pero es justo decir que habíamos intentado quitarles el trono en el reino de los animales en celo.

 Nuestras parejas se enteraron casi al mismo tiempo y cuando eso sucedió no hubo tanto trauma y tanto drama como podía haber habido. Tampoco fue que todo fuera color de rosa pero hablando las cosas se solucionan y eso hicimos. Hablamos y ellos se dieron cuenta que las relaciones estaban ya muertas o por lo menos agonizando. Se habían acostumbrado tanto al rigor de la rutina que ya nada era emocionante y por eso nuestros escapes al deposito de materiales de la oficina eran como inyección de adrenalina que entraba directamente a la sangre y al cerebro con la fuerza de un ejercito.

 Sí hubo peleas, argumentos y discusiones. Pero no pasó de ser una semana pesada, de esas en que no se duerme ni se vive como una persona normal. Y suena mal pero nos teníamos el uno al otro. No dormíamos pero lo hacíamos en la misma cama, no cerrábamos los ojos pero nos hablábamos al oído y nos dábamos animo. Sí, también tuvimos mucho sexo y posiblemente fue muy bueno pero la conexión que establecimos fue tan importante que el sexo se convirtió entonces en solo una parte del todo, de toda esa gran estructura que llamamos amor.

 La mujer, sin explicación alguna, se secó una lágrima con un pañuelo. Al parecer la habíamos emocionado y ni nos habíamos dado cuenta. Pero volvimos al tema central de la visita: nuestra vida sexual. Empezó a ser aún más emocionante y mejor después de nuestras respectivas separaciones y de ahí en adelante fue sorpresa tras sorpresa y la verdad es que teníamos pocos limites, mejor dicho, teníamos aquellos limites que toda persona sensata y responsable tiene pero el resto de barreras las quemábamos todas juntos. Había fines de semana que no salíamos de casa porque como ya no trabajábamos juntos pues no había sexo en la oficina y lo compensábamos con maratones increíbles en una cama que era básicamente solo el colchón pues estábamos conscientes del ruido que hacíamos.

 La doctora tosió, interrumpiendo nuestro discurso, que parecía también tener una energía en constante aumento. Se disculpó y fingió que no había sido a propósito sino solo algo del momento. Continuamos.

 Compramos cuanto juguete se nos ocurrió, vimos algunas películas aunque la verdad teníamos más que suficiente con el otro en la cama. Bajamos aplicaciones en el teléfono que nos aconsejaban intentar posiciones nuevas y solo no deteníamos en un momento de la noche para comer algo, recargar baterías y, si acaso, estar un tiempo separados el uno del otro, así fuera por algunos metros. El descanso podía ser de hasta dos horas, pues era lo necesario para pedir un domicilio, esperar a que llegara (aunque a veces utilizábamos ese tiempo), recibirlo y comer.

 La doctora interrumpió de nuevo pero esta vez con una pregunta. Quiso saber si hablábamos mientras comíamos o si solo comíamos y ya. Le respondimos, un poco extrañados, que siempre hablábamos. Incluso durante el sexo no todo eran gemidos y gritos y palabras obscenas. Algunas veces estábamos con la situación tan controlada que podíamos compartir ideas, anécdotas del día que habíamos tenido o noticias que habíamos escuchado en alguna parte. Lo mismo hacíamos cuando comíamos, incluso nos tocábamos las manos y nos mirábamos a los ojos. Eso mismo hicimos en la oficina de la doctora, solo que también hubo una sonrisa y un brillo especial en nuestros ojos.

 Ella entonces preguntó que nos gustaba más del sexo? Las palabras que salieron de nuestras bocas se atropellaron unas a las otras pues respondimos al mismo tiempo. Con diferentes palabras, habíamos dicho exactamente lo mismo. Esta vez nos quedamos mirándonos las caras, un poco asustados pero más que todo apenados. Lo que habíamos dicho era simplemente que lo mejor de tener sexo era complacer al otro. La doctora pidió que elaboráramos sobre eso. Cada uno dio sus razones pero en concreto se trataba de que nos gustaba ver al otro feliz, ver al otro sentir placer y hacerlo sentir mucho más que bien. Eso era lo que preferíamos. No tanto hacerlo en un sitio o en otro o con mucha o poca frecuencia.

 Ella dio dos palmas solas y nos miró, feliz. Tenía una sonrisa tan grande en la cara que daba un poco de miedo y tuvimos que tener valor y preguntarle porque estaba feliz. Nos tomó de las manos y no explicó que la gente que solo busca tener sexo, quienes de verdad están obsesionados con ello, normalmente no sienten lo que sentimos nosotros. Buscan el placer efímero en el acto pero no complacer a nadie y es muy frecuente que no amen a la persona con la que comparten esos momentos. La doctora se puse de pie y nosotros también. Nos abrazó, cada uno por su lado, y dijo que no había nada que temer. Éramos una pareja envidiable, en sus palabras, y la única recomendación que nos hacía era tratar de hacer otras actividades que también tuvieran el mismo fin, el placer, para variar las cosas y no aburrirse.

 Eso fue lo que hicimos. Empezamos a jugar tenis, cosa difícil pues uno de nosotros no era muy deportista que digamos, y también nos propusimos hacer pequeños viajes cada cierto tiempo para compartir otro tipo de vida y no solo la de nuestros hogar. Pero lo cierto es que nos amábamos y que cuando nos mirábamos de una manera especial y nuestras manos, piernas o dedos se encontraban, teníamos el mejor sexo de nuestras vidas y de la vida de muchos otros. “Hacíamos el amor”, dicen que es mejor decir. Pero creemos que el sexo es también una hermosa palabra.

Jovian loop

   It was a completely closed room. It had no windows, only one door and no visible openings for heating or air conditioning. However, the temperature in the room was very nice and the two women and three men inside were chatting just as if they were out in the park with the sun above their heads. There was a large table shaped like a U on one side of the table and in the other there was just the empty space where they were talking to each other. Next to the table there was a wall covered in TV screens that looked more like very black glasses. The room fell silent the moment the door opened and a woman, accompanied by a gentleman in a military suit, entered the room talking. The only word heard was “people”.

 The two stopped talking when they saw the rest of the people and just went on to the table. Each seat was occupied and the small woman that had entered last had the central seat, facing the screens. No one said a word for some minutes. They glanced at some sheets of paper in front of them and just gave each other strange looks. The woman looked at her hands, also waiting. Finally, the screens turned on and formed one big image in high resolution. Everyone was even more silent then, if that was possible. They appeared to have no ability to breath or be relaxed. They couldn’t believe their eyes.

-       This is the only image taken by the Hercules probe as it descended through the clouds of Jupiter only two days ago. The image was beamed to an orbiter before the probe was crushed by atmospheric pressure.

 The small woman read this from one of the papers and when she was done she looked at the image, apparently trying to figure out what she was seeing.  Noticing no one said a word, she told them to state their view on the matter, starting by one end of the table. When they were all done exposing their theories, she wasn’t any more relaxed than before. She looked at the screen again; her hands in the position of prayer, and talked as calmly as she could, her voice trembling a bit.

-       Life, then?

 The group around her, nodded. They seemed terrified but not of her. Each one of those scientists had gone through the picture once and twice and even thirty times, checking every single variable and making copies of different sizes and colors and formats and the conclusion was always the same. As the probe descended through the clouds, it had taken a picture of things that were clearly alive. It was hard to describe the creatures but the movement was obvious and the camera on the probe was state-of-the-art, the best one ever on a machine sent to space. Many had thought it wasn’t worth it to put that camera in a probe that was going to be destroyed.

 The woman told them that, as the president, she was entitled to accept or dismiss their theories. So, again, one by one, she asked them to explain why the image depicted living beings. Why those couldn’t be just clouds or errors or whatever else. There was a scientist, a woman, who stood up and said in squeaky voice that the image was not the only thing they had gotten from the probe. A couple of the others looked at her surprised, clearly they had no idea about this new information. The president looked tired and asked the scientist to show them the information she had.

 The scientist went to the wall, were a small keyboard appeared and introduced a code no one else knew. Then, the screen changed in order to show a very small video on a loop. It was only six seconds long and the quality was not as good as the picture’s but it was clearly visible that those things in the image were moving. There was no sound but everyone seeing the footage supposed it would have been a very noisy environment. There was something like a flash at the end of the video, possibly a thunder.

-       Could any of you describe… the creatures?

 Another scientist, a bald man, said he was a biologist and had concluded that the creatures appeared to float in the upper atmosphere. They seemed to control their elevation perfectly and had a look between a cloud and an elephant. The comparison was very strange but they could all agree with the man, who sat down very fast after concluding his theory. The video kept repeating itself on the screen and the president just looked at it, as if trying to decipher some other meaning behind it.

 The aide she had come with, an older gentlemen in a military uniform, stood up and asked the rest of the people if the creatures were hostile. Surprisingly, it was madam president who told him that was the stupidest question she had heard recently. He told him it was impossible that those creatures could be any threat. The implication of their existence went much farther than just aggression. It made a change in our collective minds, our societies and civilizations. There was life on another planet and they had the proof right there.

 The man sat down, embarrassed, and the woman inhaled some air and just pulled back into her chair, thinking about many things, some of which they hadn’t even been talking about. After all, she had a daughter and was thinking of how weird it would be to explain all of that to her. She was a smart young woman but was curious to see if a young person would be as shocked as she was. To her the revelation had been too much to handle, so much she didn’t really know what was the next step.

 Apparently everyone was thinking the same thing because one of the scientists asked exactly what they were going to do with this information. Would they keep on studying the data or would they just released the video to the public and let them decide what it was? The president had no answer to that and her military aide was not going to say one more word on the matter. Silence again and the video in a loop. The creatures moving up and down, through the clouds. They had lights or something on them and had a strange color. The president wondered how it would feel to fall through the Jovian atmosphere.

 Her mind went back to the room when the video disappeared from the screen, instead being replaced by a white flag, whit a skull in the center, flanked in the back by two crossed swords. It was a pirate flag. Everyone in the room looked at each other, is if they were looking for someone to jump from their seat and excuse themselves for the mishap or the joke or whatever that was. But no one moved. Worst even, someone let out a gasp and said almost in a scream: “The Pirates!” The statement was a little obvious at first but then, slowly; the y understood what he had meant.

 The president said a course word and asked the military counselor for her phone but he reminded her that no phones worked in that room. He then yelled at him, ordering him to run out and tell the security forces to confront a cyber attack.  But it was too late. The famous Pirates, a band of virtual brigands that dedicated to looting governments and stealing their most precious belonging, had already done their deed. The Pirates were famous because of their logo with the white flag instead of a black one and their tendency to never ask for money. They said people paid them, with their honesty and enthusiasm.

 The flag on the screen disappeared and then they were looking at a webpage, more precisely it was someone going to YouTube. One of the videos the site recommended, as it was knew, was the one they had just seen. It played in a loop again and the comment and number of viewings rose in only fifteen minutes, time it took for madam president’s aide to go out and make all sorts of calls that wouldn’t make one ounce of a difference. The information was public and they could not make unseen what had been seen millions of times.

 The president couldn’t move, couldn’t keep her eyes apart. The man she had come in with tried to help her up but she just wouldn’t budge. She saw the creatures going up and down, and up and down. And she realized that the world had just changed. Her daughter would now next time she saw her. She cried a single tear, cleaned it and marched out of the room.