Projeto Portal foi uma revista de contos de ficção científica com periodicidade semestral, editada no sistema de cooperativa durante os anos de 2008 e 2010. A pequena tiragem — duzentos exemplares de cada número — foi distribuída entre acadêmicos, jornalistas e formadores de opinião. Seis números (de papel e tinta, não online). O título de cada revista homenageou uma obra célebre do gênero: Portal Solaris, Portal Neuromancer, Portal Stalker, Portal Fundação, Portal 2001 e Portal Fahrenheit.
Idealização: Nelson de Oliveira | Projeto gráfico e diagramação: Teo Adorno
Revisão: Mirtes Leal e Ivan Hegenberg | Impressão: LGE Editora
Revisão: Mirtes Leal e Ivan Hegenberg | Impressão: LGE Editora
sábado, 16 de outubro de 2010
2112
(Rush)
"I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness
of Megadon. City and sky become one, merging
into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken
grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as
they trace their way across the steely sky.
I used to think I had a pretty good life here,
just plugging into my machine for the day,
then watching Templevision or reading a Temple
Paper in the evening. My friend Jon always
said it was nicer here than under the atmospheric
domes of the Outer Planets. We have had peace
since 2062, when the surviving planets were
banded together under the Red Star of the Solar
Federation. The less fortunate gave us a few new
moons. I believed what I was told. I thought it
was a good life, I thought I was happy.
Then I found something that changed it all..."
Anonymous, 2112
I. Overture
"And the meek shall inherit the earth."
II. Temples of Syrinx
... "The massive grey walls of the Temples
rise from the heart of every Federation city.
I have always been awed by them, to think that
every single facet of every life is regulated
and directed from within! Our books, our music,
our work and play are all looked after by the
benevolent wisdom of the priests..."
We've taken care of everything
The words you hear the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes.
It's one for all and all for one
We work together common sons
Never need to wonder how or why.
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers
Fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life
Are held within our walls
Look around this world we made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh what a nice contented world!
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers
Fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life
Are held within our walls
III. Discovery
... "Behind my beloved waterfall, in the
little room that was hidden beneath the cave,
I found it. I brushed away the dust of the years,
and picked it up, holding it reverently in my
hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it
was beautiful”...
... "I learned to lay my fingers across the wires,
and to turn the keys to make them sound differently.
As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced
my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music!
How different it could be from the music
of the Temples!
I can't wait to tell the priests about it! ..."
What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It's got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing are that I found?
See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out its pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes that fall gently like rain.
I can't wait to share this new wonder
The people will all see its light
Let them all make their own music
The Priests praise my name on this night.
IV. Presentation
... "In the sudden silence as I finished playing,
I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces.
Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice
echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall.”...
... "Instead of the grateful joy that I expected,
they were words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise,
sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father
Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters
beneath his feet..."
I know it's most unusual
To come before you so
But I've found an ancient miracle
I thought that you should know
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you.
Yes, we know it's nothing new
It's just a waste of time
We have no need for ancient ways
The world is doing fine
Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn't fit the plan.
I can't believe you're saying
These things just can't be true
Our world could use this beauty
Just think what we might do.
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you.
Don't annoy us further
We have our work to do.
Just think about the average
What use have they for you?
Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn't fit the plan.
V. Oracle: The Dream
... "I guess it was a dream, but even now it all
seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see the
beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the
summit of the staircase”...
... "I see still the incredible beauty of the
sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed
in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed
by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely
different way to life, a way that had been crushed
by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless
life had become with the loss of all these things...”
I wandered home though the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream can't you show me the light?
I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes
They left the planet long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home, to tear the Temples down...
Home, to change.
VI. Soliloquy
... "I have not left this cave for days now, it has
become my last refuge in my total despair. I have only
the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can
no longer live under the control of the Federation,
but there is no other place to go. My last hope is
that with my death I may pass into the world of my
dream, and know peace at last."
The sleep is still in my eyes
The dream is still in my head
I heave a sigh and sadly smile
And lie a while in bed
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams
Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen
I don't think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life
Oh...no.
My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood spills over.
VII. The Grand Finale
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
We have assumed control.
We have assumed control.
We have assumed control.
(Imagem: do argentino Juan Gimenez. Via Sci-fi-rama)