Woman in 2063 by Colombe Schneck. “Susan has two passions: her trees and traveling by night train.”

Suzanne’s troubled life

Suzanne is an officer of the French army, her front is the information war. It detects images created by foreign forces to cause harm, targets them, arranges for their destruction, hoping that they have not had time to cause too much anxiety and fear among the civilian population. It is tedious work because it is never-ending. In front of them are Russia, China, their allies, North Korea, Venezuela and other countries with an unstable position, which come out against, then with difficult to assess standards. France has an army of a hundred thousand men, most of whom are women, to counter them.

Digital attacks are the primary challenge in defense strategy. Before going to the front, he washes his hands well, there is always a virus lying around with olive oil soap, a brand created in the 19th century.^e century and rediscovered by HEC graduates who left the corporate world to restart a small family factory. He prolongs this moment, it is his way of preparation. She uses proven hygiene products, a shea butter cream made from almonds, which comes from a certified plantation in Senegal. Some of his friends believe in these injections that slow down the aging of cells, it’s none of his business. Suzanne massages the skin on her face, tightens her wrinkles, does face yoga, takes time to let the blood flow to her eyelids, because it is there, on her eyes, that everything will play out and she must concentrate.

His weapon, developed by a European consortium, is a contact lens that he will place on the eye, and the detected images are immediately sent to him by his team. Her button-down cotton wool jacket Agnès b, the designer’s granddaughter, is linked to a battalion of riflemen online. He mimics the gestures, they follow him. A hearing implant that always worried him, but he had no choice. He’s a career soldier, it was accompanied by his life-long dedication, contact lenses, jacket on. He was able to choose the color, bright red, because of his rank and also because his battalion, the “digital” as they say next to the infantry or air force, has no uniform. The training is complex, intensive, but it is done more in the classroom, in laboratories than in the trenches or natural terrain. Besides, we make fun of them by calling them “clean”.

This angers Susan, they don’t see the violence she has to endure, the horror combined with stupidity, as it is perceived in the troll factories of the East. It takes years of therapy to convince victims of the deluge of fake news that what they have believed in, devoted their soul to, their conscience to, is false, that there is no conspiracy by underground forces to destroy them. everyone’s job is to make an effort, consume less, be careful with water, plant and take care of their tree. Like every citizen, he respects this law, the obligation to plant one tree a year. The law is called Jean Gionnot’s Law, named after this writer of the last century who told about this man who planted trees on a hill and who left the forest after his death.

Suzanne is an officer in the French army, her front line is information warfare

Suzanne in 2063, a character from a story by Colombe Schneck

Suzanne has two passions: her trees, a dozen acacias with small white and sweet flowers, and traveling by night train. He knows it’s fashionable, but it’s been a long time since he adopted the joy of the night train. Choosing an almost random city: Naples, Edinburgh, Vienna, Trieste, twelve hours in a sleeping car on the train. Depending on the destination, the cabin is more or less luxurious, he admits that he likes a certain comfort. For Vienna, the sheets are brushed cotton, woven in Poland and hand-embroidered with blue thread, and you’re entitled to hot chocolate before bed. For Italy, and depending on the company chosen, the bed is covered in light percale, magic silk and of course you are served an espresso before you arrive. He can’t remember the last time he flew.

In any case, these air journeys are highly regulated, the paperwork to justify them is onerous, and with digital instruments, they are rarely necessary. Suzanne became “Madonna sleeping “. The bar in Paris-Naples is always lively. He orders a cocktail, a Bellini, admires the bartender’s gestures, large ice cubes, the dance of his hands on the shaker, looks, listens to light conversations, witnesses quiet arguments. His contact lens and connected jacket are neatly stored in the suitcase.

He can be completely there, in this narrow bar, with nothing to hold him back from the outer and immaterial life. It was at the Vienne-Paris restaurant, where the seats are covered in midnight blue wool tapestry and the tables are covered with silver, that she met Vincent. He is a shepherd, lives in the Jura mountains, where he takes care of about a hundred sheep. Once a year, he treats himself to an overnight train ride. They spent the night talking to each other, he described to her the mountains of Jura, small, soft and round like a woman’s breast, mimicking the gesture, and it was as he rounded the shore that he knew exactly where she was. chose to live because he held her hand.