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computers?
    Nucleotide: LOL... no one knows what Rabbi Eligad really
teaches. He's a Kabbalist.
    Mr fate: Like Rabbi Kaduri?
    Nucleotide: Oh, don’t mention Kaduri and Eligad in the same sentence.
Eligad is a Hidden.
    Mr fate: Today you are full of riddles.
    Nucleotide: A Hidden person is one that not everyone knows.
You won’t find Eligad supporting politicians, or people citing him. He doesn't
make Halkha rulings, and really - if he didn't invite you, you're probably
never going to find him at all.
    Mr fate: What about your father? The time you went to Rabbi
Eligad?
    Nucleotide: I don’t know how we got there, I was little.
    Mr fate: Maybe he invited you?
    Nucleotide: Maybe. I told you he looked at me at every
visit?
    Mr fate: Something like that.
    Nucleotide: Yes, it was strange to me then.
    Mr fate: Maybe he really wanted you, not your father.
    Nucleotide: Hmm…
    Mr fate: Interesting, no?
    Nucleotide: I'm almost tempted to believe it. He IS a
prophet,
    Mr fate: A prophet like the prophets? Jeremiah, like them?
    Nucleotide: A prophetic prophet. One who forecasts the
future.
    Mr fate: You know, I believe you.
    Nucleotide: You don’t have to. But it is what it is.
    Mr fate: So tell me, what’s in it for a Hidden Kabbalist and
you? Why did he teach you about computers?
     
    *
     
    Rabbi Eligad Smiled and sniffed. The air had the aroma of
too many days in a closed room: The scent of ten different computers, of
different ages, some occasionally working, some not, a mixture of old meals
that had been removed from the room, a mixture of old newspapers and even older
books.
    There was another scent, different than usual. Rabbi Eligad
smiled again to himself. The boy was active. With whom? The answer was clear.
    And suddenly he realized.
     
    *
     
    Mr fate: Wait, what was there?
    Nucleotide: What?
    Mr fate: This ‘active’. With whom were you active?
    Nucleotide: Oh, come on!
    Mr fate: Come on, what? Tell! Spill it all!
    Nucleotide: You know. Adolescence. You can understand.
    Mr fate: Who!!!?????
    Nucleotide: Well, you know.
    Mr fate: I don't know! With whom?
    Nucleotide: Well…it's not that hard to guess.
    Mr fate: Ho. And he knew?
    Nucleotide: Knew? I think he sent her.
    Mr fate: Who was she?
    Nucleotide: His daughter.
    Mr fate: This makes no sense, you say he was really old and
she was really young.
    Nucleotide: Still, that's what I know.
    Mr fate: Didn't it seem strange to you? Didn't you check?
    Nucleotide: Oh, you're so annoying sometimes. What could I
find out? Seventeen-year-old boy, come on! Don't make me pissed about it.
    Mr fate: And her name was?
    Nucleotide: Talia. Her name was Talia.
     
    *
     
    And suddenly he realized.
    He realized all he'd been through in recent years. He
realized the residence with Rabbi Eligad. Realized why all these computers were
at the wall, as a stone unturned, as monuments of days which will not return.
    Suddenly he understood why the rabbi scrimped the normal
Torah studies of a Yeshiva, but loaded on him workbooks in computers,
mathematics, cryptology…and Kabbala books, as well as occult carvings. Yes, it
was so obvious. Why couldn't he see it before?
    Because suddenly, so suddenly, he really understood why the
door was locked all this time. Why he was provided hot meals whenever he
wanted, no matter how strange the time. He understood why a sleeping bag was
provided on the old mattress over there near the wall. It was so obvious,
suddenly.
    It felt like a new encounter with a deep book, which he first
read as a child. The words were the same words, still. But their meaning had
changed completely. As if corks had been removed from his ears. As if he wore
eyeglasses for the first time.
    And he looked at Rabbi Eligad, as if seeing him for the
first time. Perhaps as no one ever saw him. All his life suddenly received a
completely different meaning. Looked completely different.
    He looked around, at the keyboard. And he saw it not only as
a plastic surface with buttons, but as a