Chapter 25: "Genetic to Operation Center: All the systems are working! I'll repeat: all the system are working!"

Right after the fall of the last ASD, a few assistants of the Sensitive approached the evil device and, following the instructions they were told previously, started spraying the contents of particular spray cans they brought with them upon it.

"What's that stuff?" Fewer asked to Humper.

"It's a bromide-based neutralizing compound, in order to disarm that thing completely."

"Good idea" the head of the Cerebral agreed. Then, after having thought for a moment, he asked "how the hell did you get Bromide inside here?"

His colleague shot a good-humored look at him: "Sweeper gave it to me. For years Mrs. Moroboshi - the mother one, I mean - fed him with it on breakfast, lunch and dinner, trying to make him less lecherous. But it wasn't nearly enough!"

Before Fewer had the chance of replying, one of Humper's assistants announced: "Sir, we're done here." The pitiful ASD was now completely covered with the mentioned substance.

"Good. Is the wire for the bypass ready?"

"Affirmative!"

"Let's get it started then: set the ladder." having said this, the head of the Sensitive had the man with the briefcase handing him a pair of insulating gloves. When he put his foot on the first step of the ladder, though, one of his collaborators stopped him:

"Let us deal with it, sir ."

"No, Logan" he answered firmly "I'll do it!"

"But…"

"I said no: look, I was the one who have castrated him, and now I'll be the one to fix him: I owe him!" having said this, he climbed up the ladder and took the conductor that, once placed between the shunter's connecting points, would have momentarily closed the sensual circuit toward Percival's center.

"Yo, Jerry… is that dangerous?" Brad Fewer asked, slightly upset.

"Not at all…" he answered, with a not too relaxed voice "… in any case, you all stay back, alright?"

"Please, boss, wait" the assistant with the briefcase interjected again "at least put these on!" he handed him a pair of protective goggles.

"Thank you, Slim" Humper smiled. Then he addressed the other two "give me that wire!" They handed him the conductor, which edges ended with two apposite eyebolts.

The head of the Sensitive immediately fastened one of them to the output terminal, which was connected to the Genetic receivers.

Done that, he took a deep breath and moved cautiously the second one closer to the input terminal, which was connected - through the emotional processor - to the mnemonic/perceptive sensors of the organism. As soon as the distance between the eyebolt and the terminal decreased over a certain degree, a strong electric arc instantly formed between them.

"JERRY…!" Fewer shouted worriedly.

"No fear, Brad" he answered, sweat pouring all over him "everything's under control!"

As the head-section nullified the distance, the arc increased in intensity and Humper was feeling his face being fiercely blazed up. Nevertheless he didn't give up and, with a last daring effort, he managed to fasten the remaining edge of the wire to the opposite terminal…

A terrifying flash (worth of Lum's worst raging) was followed by a resounding explosion; contemporaneously, Jerry Humper's body was knocked to the ground, together with the ladder!

"HOLY SHIT…!" Dick Hoffman shouted.

"Jerry… oh my God…! Jerry, are you alright…?" Fewer echoed him.

The heroic head of the Sensitive nodded, coughing hard, even if his face wasn't relaxed at all, considering the burns over it.

"It's done, Brad…" he hissed "…I did it!"

"You're completely insane. Look at yourself! You're a sight!"

"I'm okay…" he answered, panting "… help me up!"

Nervously, his colleagues helped him to his feet.

"You'd better go through medical examination!" Hoffman told him.

"Later!" Humper stubbornly answered, approaching the intersectional communicator. Once having grabbed the receiver he contacted the Genetic: "Gus…! Gus, you hear me…?"

"I hear you, Jerry." The other answered.

"We did it, Gus… that monster no longer exists! Now you've got all the current you need… make that poor girl happy already: She's waited way too much!"

Without waiting for the colleague's reply, Humper ended the communication and addressed the head of the Immunitary: "Dick… how much fluid has been left in the container?"

"An abundant one third, I think." Answered Hoffman, after having checked out.

"Good… it should be… enough for… the catalyzer!"

"Jerry… what's wrong…?" Fewer asked him with extreme concern.

"Don't worry, Brad… don't worry… everything's alright! Yes… now finally… everything… is gonna be alright…!" he closed his eyes, his head dropped lifelessly against his colleague's shoulder.

"Jerry…" his friend grabbed him by the shoulders and started shaking him "… Jerry, for Heaven's sake… JERRY…!"

Dick Hoffman quickly felt his pulse and pressed a hand tightly to his heart… luckily he soon let out a sigh of relief: "Don't worry, Brad: He's just fainted. Let's take him to the infirmary, come on!" he then said to his assistants.

While they carried him away, the head of the Cerebral felt that, after all the hard work the man had done, poor Jerry Humper would have doubtlessly deserved the most meticulous loving care from nurse Sakura herself!

In the same instant in which the valiant Humper was knocked to the ground by the violence of the explosion that followed the re-establishment of the sensual circuit, a few tens of centimetres below, the control panels of the Genetic center lighted up once again: after a hibernation of four years, three months and thirteen days, they could receive again the sensual impulses coming from that wonderful girl with green hair and golden horns.

August Percival (no need to say it) felt himself coming back to life the moment he saw the pointer of the galvanometer that was metering the working of the erective circuit leaving the "Zero" position to rapidly raise towards full-scale…!

As soon as the amperage surpassed the threshold that allowed the connection with the Cardiac section, the manometer that was registering the blood-pressure inside the junction joint showed its compass positioning on the value that would have finally allowed that memorable interplanetary "rendezvous"!

"Action stations" ordered the head-section "Let's repeat the check-list. Move!"

Instantly, all the components of the Genetic section settled behind the respective consoles.

"All the staff's in place, sir!" announced the coadjutor Pitt.

Percival took a deep breath and started that last control.

"Coronary arteries…"

"GO!"

"Adrenaline…"

"GO!"

"Heart rate…"

"We're GO!"

"Blood pressure…"

"GO, boss!"

"Internal temperature…"

"GO!"

"Combustive agent…"

"It's GO!"

"Calories…"

"GO!"

"Gastric juices…"

"GO!"

"TST…"

"It's GO, boss!"

"Inhibitor brakes…"

"GO!"

"Transfer fluid…"

"GO!"

"Gametes equilibrium…"

"GO!"

"DNA …"

"GO!"

"Prostate…"

"GO… !"

"Erective circuit…"

"GO… standard power level."

At this point August Percival, despite all his previous apprehensions, allowed himself to straighten his back and puffed his chest out with pride: "Genetic to Operation Center: All the systems are working! I'll repeat: all the system are working… !"

Straight after, a manifold and joyful "hooray" boomed in every section of the organism.

After that announcement, the indomitable Burt racer jumped back on his driving armchair, spat on his palms and grabbed the controls of the abdominal muscles: "Motor section to Operation Center: ready for the C condition. C'mon, guys" Racer told his assistants "we gotta another challenge to win. And we will win…!"(1) (2)

A discreet glance from Brad Fewer, who was just come back into the Operation Center, induced the Coordinator Wellington to curb the elevated enthusiasm of the head of the Motor that might have been counter-productive: maybe it was the case of dampening the unusual enthusiasm of the head of the Genetic too!

"Mr. Racer, Mr. Percival: I'm glad and proud of your determination" he told them "however, I believe it's appropriate to warn you not to let it get to your head! Remember this, instead: today you're representing the strong sex of the Earth! Uncountable fellow earthlings of Ataru Moroboshi would kill to be in his stead right now… make them proud!"

After a few seconds, the answer came instantly from both sections:

"Yes sir!"

Finally, after some more seconds, the screen of the emotional control situated into Hugh Simons' section, showed a message that all the organic components of the (once again) most lecherous boy of all the universe had always hoped and feared to see appearing for a long, long time: TYPE C INTERCOURSE IN PROGRESS - SUBJECT: LUM…!

It's the dawn of a new era in the world of the relationships among peoples of the cosmos: the first sexual intercourse between two individual of different planets… !

NOTES:

1) Any resemblance with historical and/or political facts is only pure coincidence! (Andy Grim is talking)

2)It's a reference of one of Benito Mussolini's speeches during the Second World War. (Ludra90 is talking)