Mars et Avril Page #2

Tell me about

your most beautiful experience.

The last show on our first tour.

We weren't very famous

at the time.

The venue was loud,

but the first note

silenced everyone.

The sound was pure, intoxicating.

I meant your most beautiful

sexual experience.

Would you model for me?

I'm a photographer.

Eugene became virtual

because he was afraid of aging.

But for me,

it's like he's already dead.

He thinks I'm jealous of him...

poor thing.

He's the one that's jealous.

I have all the ideas!

Jealous of his own son...

Can you believe it?

Good thing I'm photographing you

in black and white,

otherwise, I would need

to tone down the red on the prints.

PNEUMATOLOGIS:

PNEUMATOLOGIS:

I can't breathe the way I used to.

I'm feeling old.

Carry on.

I feel like

I'm suspended in the air.

You are a jazzman in your 70s...

Your sex life is the envy

of any man,

like myself,

in the midst of a midlife crisis.

It's a musician's paycheck.

Seriously,

you've been running after

your youth for too long, Mr. Obus.

April is an odd name.

I was supposed to be born in April,

but my mother gave birth in March.

She says that's why

I have a breathing problem.

A Martian.

I look forward to hearing

what it will sound like.

I'm just looking forward

to having Jacob Obus

run his fingers down my body.

You mean down the instrument

inspired by your body.

He's an intriguing man.

He's a man whose career is based on

the art of intriguing.

I've been treating you

for years.

Your soul and body should not

keep secrets from me.

Well, last night,

I had a strange experience.

Hard to explain.

- I'm attracted to him.

- Of course.

Jacob Obus is a living myth!

- Are you jealous?

- No.

Jealousy is when you envy someone.

I envy no one.

You look beautiful in the shadows.

Incredible! You had a dream!

Did you happen

to meet someone recently?

Yes, a young woman.

But what does that

have to do with it?

Listen to your dreams,

you just might find an answer.

Dreams are the gateway

to all that is possible.

Is that you, Jacob?

Lucky you! No one else has seen

the plan for the "marsophone."

This may be

my best work to date.

Indeed.

What are you doing here?

Don't you have

a conference to attend?

Some people do research on more

interesting things than instruments.

- What is your latest whim?

- Planet Mars!

Just what I needed. My father

wants to become a Marsonaute.

Not at all! Absolutely not!

I prefer to inform

rather than misinform.

Why don't you come

and work with me on my new project?

I can't leave Jacob.

I have to protect him.

What would he do without me?

And what would I do without him?

You must think of what comes next.

And I need an assistant.

I know nothing about

experimental cosmology

and even less

about virtual reality.

You could go back to university

to improve your knowledge.

It's not too late.

You're still a baby!

I know this drawing very well.

I received the same signal.

Signal? I never

received any signal!

Poor man, you're talking

like an alien again!

Show a little humility, Arthur!

Ideas don't belong to you.

They belong to the universe.

Your role is simply

to translate them.

How many times must I tell you?

There, I'm done.

You can now "translate"

my drawing into an instrument.

I don't need your drawing.

I've almost finished

this instrument.

What do you mean?

I told you, I received this signal

long before you did.

What do you want me

to talk about?

The theme of my research is vacuum.

But I must warn you, the negative

only captures the truth.

Right. Well...

My name is Jacob Obus.

I'm a musician.

I'm 75 years old.

And I...

I've never made love.

Therefore, I'm an impostor.

My only real accomplishment

will have been my contribution

to the research on vacuum

done by a beautiful

young photographer.

That's it.

But your music, Jacob.

What do you talk about

in your music?

Your shuttle is almost moving

as fast as the speed of light.

However, relativistic speed

means that time is slowing down,

and therefore, so is aging.

Humanity's biggest problem

is that everything is relative.

I know, I'm late. Sorry.

I might be behind the times,

but I'm a few minutes

ahead of technology.

I closed my eyes...

And for the first time

in a long while,

I've escaped reality.

One's brain needs to dream

in order to reboot.

In my head, I saw some images!

Mars beer.

Red Fantasy.

Spring is just

around the corner.

And so is love.

Is it really?

I'm positive, Jacob.

She's the one for me.

We complement each other.

She tries to capture reality,

and I try to translate it.

Another instrument coming up,

I suppose?

Not just any instrument.

I can't wait for you to play it.

You'll see, she has perfect breasts

that defy gravity.

Jacob? Jacob?

The Marsonautes.

The dreamI I'd like to hear

what our pneumatologist

has to say about that.

The Marsonautes will soon be

entering the complete unknown.

How will they be able to distinguish

dream from reality?

Really?

Jacob, you're not

listening to me!

You're going to have

to get older at some point.

Talk to women, fall in love!

When was the last time

you got laid?

I met someone too.

Really?

What is she like?

She's honest.

She has soulful eyes.

She gets short of breath,

but she has a lot of spirit.

And she likes my music.

April and I also

complement each other, you know.

In my dreams, I breathe for her.

What is it?

Nothing.

April is an odd name,

that's all.

Good timing.

I was just developing your photo.

It's dark.

The image is clear

on the negative though.

Too much information?

Or too little.

It works well with Jacob.

When I have trouble breathing,

I come here to look at him.

I think it's best

if you just stick to his image,

and vice-versa.

I'm sorry.

At first, I wanted to use you

to get close to Jacob.

And now?

I don't know.

I've never felt this way before.

Too much attraction.

I'm attracted to two magnets

at the same time.

But you don't know Jacob.

You're attracted to his image.

Mystery keeps the myth alive.

So that's why models

can't speak to Jacob?

To keep the myth alive?

Jacob loves music,

I love women.

- Hello?

- Jacob? It's Arthur.

Arthur?

Listen, I've been thinking.

The woman you told me about,

you should only talk to her

in your dreams.

I told her

we'd see each other again.

No, you can't.

You have to forget about her.

- But you told me I should...

Don't let her near you.

Trust me on this one.

Which woman were you talking about?

A model that talks to Jacob

even though she knows

it's forbidden.

It's unsettling

for the poor man.

Keeps him from sleeping.

- Jacob, it's April.

- April?

I'm calling from Arthur's,

but he doesn't know.

I heard your conversation.

I can't sleep either.

I wanted to ask you.'

Do you remember

your first orgasm?

I cried the first time.

You cried? Why?

I was scared I was going to die.

Hello? Jacob?

Jacob, you're still awake?

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