CRITICIZES TO THECNETOS BY DANIEL

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At the risk of becoming enemies with Luis Arbaiza, author of Thecnetos, I will say that the printed edition does not do justice to his novel. Margins out of place, impossible misprints, paper more that cheap, the ugliest front page up to inmisericorde … A pirated edition would have remained more presentable. Finally, the lack of a Copy editing is more than evident, which suffers the reading of some paragraphs of the novel (fews, happily).

But once avoided these obstacles, when one accedes to the text, it is not possible to stop thinking about the tremendous repercussion that it would have obtained Thecnetos of having been published in another context. And it is that we are before one of these novels that mark a milestone in the panorama of the science fiction understood as genre and as literature of ideas.


For that there is no Thecnetos's page that is not full of ideas, ideas that question so much our vision of what is the physical universe as that of the properly human universe. Thecnetos is a reflection concerning topics as the end of the matter and of the time, the differences and similarities between natural and artificial things, the existence of universes inside universes, the progression and the limits to the knowledge and to the human experience; and with regard to what in last instance motivates the human beings to continuing existing, already it is the search of knowledge, of being able or of love. It is necessary to emphasize that the love receives in Thecnetos an original treatment, which safely it might untie the feminine furies: in the imagined future (or foreseen?) In Thecnetos, when the same time begins to get dark (yes, Luis Arbaiza handles a very poetical prose), the humanity has decided to do without the chromosome X. On there having had been achieved an infallible system that guarantees the human reproduction without the risks that the maternity transports, the uteruses already are not necessary. We are at the time in a universe populated only by men, who share the condition to be all scientists, philosophers and ferocious warriors, very similar to the Spartans of 300, one males' world which affective relations turn concerning the terms erastes and eromenos. Those who, for inevitable genetic atavism, only can feel love for missing feminine genre, are condemned to a bitter loneliness and to languish wishing the impossible thing. For the rest, the society in which Thecnetos's action share place is a society very started to the violence, though this violence is exercised on the basis of a few philosophical polemic enough criteria.


Besides the inevitable conflicts that are given between the corporations, the economic - social units in which the human company is based on Thecnetos, the latter humanity (paraphrasing Olaf Stapledon) it faces another problem. The men of the future are conscious that the universe in which his stock pass is coming to his west. It is not a question of the end of a world, or of a system, or of a galaxy, but of the entire Universe. The particular philosophy developed during milleniums serves them to take up office with dignity (and something of nonchalance) this end, since, in conformity with his way of thinking, the existence does not have as what being superior to not existence, and therefore, to exist or not to exist are conditions fix quotas. Nevertheless, always there is the nonconformist one, in this case, a technician who postulates the possibility of a dimension escaping from our moribund universe to placed other one more above. The form in which there might be realized the above mentioned leak and the transformation that would take place in the human structure (body and mind) us reveals to an author who manages to her broad ones both in biological sciences and in the mathematics and the philosophy, providing this way to the novel of an unusual, and sometimes chilling vision of the universe. Against the manifest apathy of most of the humanity, resources are destined for the investigation of this offer of survival.



Parallel to this temporary period in which the humanity canalizes all his efforts for the survival, we are narrated another temporary period (or atemporal) in that we are privileged witnesses of the impossible relation between an inscrutable emissary of the end of the time - an envoy of the Thecnetos, the final appliance that includes all the experience of the universe, out of the time and of the space - and a Last disconcerted Man of the Universe, who in addition owes his existence to the fact of having being revived without another apparent intention that is not to stroll on a vast plain without purpose - to the universe of the future cannot assume another color that the grey and his gradations-, as(according to) arranged by the Thecnetos and his envoy. Why it has returned to an empty existence, in a universe that has stopped existing? The response to this one and questioning others they perform the most surprising thing, and grant an observation of hope among the inmisericordes revelations of what seems us to provide the future, according to the most recent scientific speculations.

Though both plots might seem to be independent or scarcely related, towards the end the link is revealed between both, provoking in the reader the reflection with regard to if the purpose and the beginning of the universe have his origin in the same desperate search of that one that complements us.




Daniel Salvo Creador of the web page Science Fiction Peru; he(she) collaborates in the page Science Peruvian Fiction in Sailboat 25, Charter member of " Coyllur - Peruvian Association of Science Fiction, Terror and Fantasy " .escribe the column imaginary Worlds, every Tuesday in the Official Diary The Peruvian

THECNETOS

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ARGUMENT:
THECNETOS is a novelized essay in that the genetics is taken to his last consequences. Also it is a dark novel in which the universe , the humanity and the time dies. It happens in two different epochs that they come together ultimately.
In the first one, a remote humanity will try, to survive the limit entropico a trip out of the universe But... There is something out of the universe?
An androide discovers indirectly that a little lacking her: she arouses, one will try to be constructed, but... What is the conscience?
An absolute man, is a pure reason and to decided to finish with the life when this one to lack sense, for being alone the absurd consequence of a blind chemical process of automultiplication.
An inert molecule, the molecule germinal, is paradoxically the only one and and real protagonist of the life.
The universe this one alone settlement for men, but they can reproduce without women by means of the epigenétics.
Two of these men will succumb to the former atavistic disease.
The second epoch happens to the end itself of the expansion of the universe trillions and trillions of years later, there, an appliance preserves the human life, but the life for it is something very different from what we consider to be a life.

We will study the biology and the philosophy of a specie most human and more evolved than we: the Homo sapiesn thecnesies in the most remote scene approached before by the science fiction never lasts, the same end of the universe.
And we will study the Thecnetos of alone which we can say that …

0 POEM

M:
Today
My heart is like the black water of the night,
That reflects the unattainable stars
The indifferent stars that give him the back, since they are looking the night furthermore high.
And the water nevertheless, every night feels them on his surface, without touch it actually
In this way, I feel you.
M, imagines , that I take your hand and remain like that silently looking
And some seconds joined without doing anything.
This way I imagine the eternal life
But …
Today I am a ship that travel to the deep dawn
And it falls apart in it
This way I look for you now knowing, that I will not find you
L.

1 THECNETOS the late afternoon of the universe (*)

For Luis Arbaiza

To Marcos.


(*) This history happens in two different times and places. The first one, with which it begins the story, happens almost to the same end of the universe. Other one very much before, after the death of the last generation of stars. Both periods, extremely distant one of other one and also of our one. And nevertheless all these three epochs separated by eternities, are finely linked. (Note of the editor).

2 INTRODUCTIÓN

The universe is in expansion, the galaxies move away some of others, staying the matter increasingly isolated and cold (*).
In the past, some astrophysicists believed that such a expansion would stop and that the universe would contract again, but this hypothesis already has been completely rejected; the expansion will never stop.
It is calculated that inside a trillion of years (a 1 followed by 18 zeros) the matter of the galaxies will have been absorbed by gigantic black holes and in the universe there will be neither stars nor other forms of known matter. After 100 trillions of trillions of years (a 1 followed by 32 zeros) small matter that stays will decompose in exotic elementary particles. Equally, the black holes "will" "evaporate". In of years no current structure of the universe will stay and only there will survive a few subatomic particles lost in the middle of empty spaces as big as the one that occupies the current universe.
And this state will last forever, without occasion to be reverted or change.
This way, the universe is a thing that appeared of nothing without any known reason, and that will persist in a strange form, for the eternity.
His hollow and infinite corpse, don’t will look alike greatly to that nothing that it gave to him origin.

3rd January. L; M, Et to. Year 2010. International Astronomic Journal, INNS the XXXXIIth, Vol 17, Not 454. You notify shortly.




(*) In 1928 Edwin Hubble discovered the expansion of the universe, in 1998 the analysis of certain supernovas, determined that this expansion was hastening with the time. Hubble, Edwin, " Una Relación between(among) the Distance and the Radial(Road) Speed between(among) Cloudy(Nebulous) Extra-galactic " (1929) Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the USA ", Volume 15, Number 3, pp. 168-173 Riess, A. et to. 1998, Astronomical Journal, 116, 1009. Perlmutter, S. et to. 1999, Astrophysical Journal, 517, 565
In this extreme whiteness of the future it(he,she) begins this history. (N of R)

3 MONOLOGUES FROM THE END OF THE WORLD

For lack of an exterior life, the interior life also has his incidents.
À la Recherche du Temps Perdu. Marcel Proust.

One of these empty days, the Thecnetos sent with his Emissary a ¨letter ¨, the first event of a strange series. His inexplicable content saved me brief from the loneliness and from the silence; it was a pause in the constant banality of the world. Now that already I have understood everything, I feel exhausted of meditating, the longest way that all the things have crossed, to manage to be.

Everything is too distant in the last planet, too deeply in the emptiness. Nothing has happened in million years, nothing seems that it could happen already in forward. What cold is his vastness! What ephemeral and volatile events while time, in so vast landscape!
The depth of the Ouranos (In ancient Greek Ouranos, is sky.) around it is agotadoramente extensive, and his(her,your) usual content is a perfect emptiness. What stranger is to think this way the universe! An infinite of impeccable nothing.
Maybe it would be better to think that the universe is only this artificial planet. And that beyond his atmosphere everything is to non-be. That from his edges stop the cosmos, the time and the space.
But it would not be more correct. Not always it was like that. Before there were million stars and other brilliant things floating in the Ouranos. But, after trillions of years of expansion of the universe, this cold world stayed only. Between it and any hypothetical "other one" there is now an abyss, an endless space, impossible to be crossed, impossibly enclosedly, of being well-considered. And if perhaps "something" existed, floating in some another place, this one might never come up to us ever.
For this, our sky lacks stars, or of someone it forms other one of exterior light. Only probably, here and there, some minimal radiance, as a blot in the impeccable black of the sky, which perhaps will be the blurry echo, of the already missing worlds.


Only very rarely in this darkness, blacker than anyone before known, the matter happens: solitary and mute. Stupidly, still there is matter instead of nothing. But, given the deep darkness that surrounds it, this matter always is invisible. And it is that these times are for the cosmos as a late afternoon, but one in which the light does not go away but the time. We are in the final sections of the expansion of the universe, an evanescent universe that now approaches his last abyss. And it itself is the hollow of this abyss. Such a diluted and dispersed universe, which will not endure a great change when, to the end of his expansion, instead of it nothing appears.
The landscapes, always unconscious of it self, lack any spectator, organically or at least mechanically. Neither nobody nor nothing knows the different worlds that eventually are appearing and disappearing in it that we are called " the reality "; nothing interrupts the quietude and the silence. This way the last planet is of solitarily and stillly, and this way also we are we the last human beings that we populate it.
Yes, incredibly we have survived the same death of the matter and the faint of the cosmos; we are misled in the chinks of an exhausted future. Do not be how this was possible when everything else died! Because of it it is necessary to believe, though without another proof that this one, which exists the Thecnetos (Of The Greek "artificial".) and his always watchman Emisario.
I neither have name it nor belong who I am, since only it has the known names, which can show definition or explanation. And I do not have it. It is strange that we are and it is more strange what we are: conscious matter how there is that it arose our conscience of the unconsciousness that surrounds us? Nobody knows it.
We are not born of other men, since it is logical become artificially in the mechanic avernus (underground World in the last planet.) and more deeply I will say that we are born of the random. I will report my birth in order that - using me of example - know how the Homo sapiens thecnesies are born in this one, the last planet.

In the deep thing the eternal mind of the Thecnetos floats - since(as,like) always it(he,she) has done it-. This one individual thinks, time and again, about a molecule germinal (deoxyribonucleic Acid or DNA.) and his mechanical organs do it. Later, with this molecule germinal she becomes a person. This way, the Thecnetos is doing men at random, of century in century.
One day the Thecnetos dreamed my germinal molecule. This one always has approximately 25,000 parts (genes) and numerous versions of each one of these parts (alelos). At random he chose the elements of this complicated molecule, a particular combination of among possible trillions, constructing a harmonious theoretical made object of thousands of elements, perfectly communicated and balanced. At once his thousands of hands started composing it using the atoms of the powder. The anti-entropy (According to the laws of the thermodynamic one the disorder or entropy increases in the universe, the alive beings are arranged for what they need to consume energy or anti-entropy, to revert the general disorder) for this task, it took of the very little potential still available energy. So my birth increased the almost total disorder. Putting, in this process, to the universe one more step nearby to the absolute chaos. This absolute chaos, where finally, the time will stop.
This way my molecule germinal was constructed, with his precise structure, atom to atom in the dark avernus. Then in the middle of microscopic appliances that molecule started surrounding with other molecules. These nano-industries, thousands of times more complex that the cell that they were doing (in the middle of artificial fabrics and surrounded with probes) they constructed my microscopic embryo, which was germinating and growing, surrounded with mobile technological miniatures. Very much later I already was ready physically to survive, though unconscious, and a message was sent to the Emissary in order that I was helping myself to emerging to the surface. Now I know that this message came also to some another region of the underground Thecnetos, to the Guardian, who on having identified the certain structure of my molecule germinal woke up something harmful and frozen that was waiting in the eternity to kill myself.
This way, across the density of the underground córtex, they travelled to me

I find, the Emissary and another thing pululante: the Theknos-herakhón.
Unconscious and small I still, he was breathing between the machines, without noticing that the mortal entity had come before and was accommodating his complex structure in my surroundings, was preparing this way his routine and lethal procedure. One of his multiple appendices was getting accommodated in one of my parietal ones and nine cannulas started entering cruelly under my skin. So the first thing that felt my conscience, this first second of life, was this metallic and painful punch, provoking me, with this first sensation, to leave nothing and to begin to live. I started being conscious that it was conscious and of the passage of time. Rightly in this moment the Emissary appeared for the first time, disputed and exchanged orders with the Theknos-herakhón, this cold intelligence that swarmed always in the entrails of the Thecnetos and which only determination is to kill the life. After an abstract fight, there was defeated the Guardian of the Thecnetos, the Theknos-herakhón, it had to wait a bit more to end myself. But already it had waited for million years and he would not move backward in his mission. Ultimately he would win.
Finally, unconscious from what it was happening, I was taken to the surface of the last planet by the Emissary. In the surface completely alone, I started thinking and living. It would return to take direct contact neither with this Emissary nor with anybody any more.
This way of the bottom of the planet the Emissary extracted me one day and to him it me will return the day of my death, there I will return to the Thecnetos my sensation that the time passes.
Little more I remember of my birth, but I know that I am not the immortal one: before certain date, I was at all. After my artificial conception, slowly a cloudy entity, without size or weight it arose. And in my unconscious meats there was ignited I that now I am. Of the insensitive molecules of my body, so died as other molecules of the world, something capable appeared - do not be how - of living through the vain passage of time. But not as a clock that only measures it, without feeling what measures, but as a conscience that lives his to develop. But already these recollections have resigned me and I confuse them what I surmise that it will be my future. But I know that they are not lost; they are in the Thecnetos, in his memory and in his power of total premonition.

4 ERRATA

A trillion of trillions, of years before …


In the page pp 459 of the previous number we wrote :

Our Sun belongs to the last generation of stars.
Others will not return to produce to them, after his death, the universe, and the life that it contains - in case of case to exist even - they will happen with the switched off lights.



It must say:
Our Sun belongs to the last generation of stars. They will not return to produce others, after this generation of the Suns languishes. The universe, and the life that it contains in case of existing yet - will happen with the " switched off lights ".


31st November. 2021. Proceedings in Cosmology International Research, 100034vvo. V, Vol 37, Not 466. Errata. Pp 459




The beginning of this another epoch, which we will be call " pre-history", begins in this point. (Note of the editor)

5 MALE PARTENOGENESIS(*)

(*) asexual Reproduction, without intervention of couple. It originates clones who come to be young twins, more than children.


The men are dead gods,
of an already demolished temple.
Not even his dreams were saved,
only a shade to stayed.
Atahualpa Yupanqui

The black night it descended a day of the Aether ( Of The Latin aether and in turn from the Greek Aither, ethereal substance; higher part of the sky) on the universe and swallowed everything. Dying between his glooms the beautiful universe of lights.
It stayed in his different, sordid place and in the dark. But though all the stars died, the life did not want to die, and continued his exhausting - though also fruitless - fights to persist. Thousands of colossal civilizations battle in a titanic fight, for the black rubbles of what before they were galaxies. In a point of the space-time one of the goal - corporation battles for surviving among the world wreckage.

The humanity, has time that populated all this dark cosmos, of planets and of wreckage without an alone natural light. In these times only there are men, but as every alive being, they are forced to reproduce. They achieve it for a technology that uses the genetic material of two, to do a child. But in the middle of this pululante population, there is such a perfect man, who does not consider anybody to be worth combining his molecule germinal with his. And proud he conceives a plan, to combine his molecule germinal with her of him itself. So in an anonymous laboratory he, plays with his own genetic material and tests an experimental masculine parthenogenesis. After dozens of monstrous births. There start being born relatively normal children of his machines, who are accumulated in a secret experimental laboratory.
One day this absolute man, ponders that a top man should not act under the same ones impulses that were moving the early men, he thinks the reproduction, the most unjustified of all the animal conducts. Why there multiplies a bacterium, a plant, an organism? – he thinks - to do other organisms that exist also to reproduce. Beings like the mildew of the walls who alone are reproduced to reproduce. Without an purpose more that this.
He murders all the children this night.
But one manages to escape in the chaos of the massacre. he manages to get lost without being seen in this artificial dizziness that is now the world, in this future, amorphous and diverse babilonia, which there has done this already old humanity, who already makes milleniums this bored of having conquered and empowering of the whole universe.

A few days later a melancholy technician - Ahelios - walks along a few uninhabited regions of this city of metal. he interrupts his sad reflections on having seen a child for a few gigantic stairs of the sector L. minutes after speaking with and of listening to it to say unusual things to his age, decides to rescue of this chaos this unusual child.

He calls it L, for the sector of stairs in which he found it. His side L will mature and survive between the chaos of this decadent humanity.

6 EVERYTHING BRINGS OVER OF NOTHING

A trillion of trillions of years later …

For the last planet slips a tenuous breeze, very softly and constant. This air is caressing the extensive deserts as the arm of a lethargic lover, that with disdain, feels the sad landscapes and the cold stones, which in general, do not possess another witness of his existence.
In the highest of the atmosphere, just before the beginning of nothing, thousands of melancholy clouds, softly luminescent, weave a circular storm. This great spot turns about the hemispheres of the planet every 24 hours, providing a scanty light the half of this time and leaving in darkness other one. Eventually, between the deserts there is some deep pit of which there get up monstrous columns of dense gas in the middle of thunders. On having observed them patiently, I have been a witness on whom finally these columns of gas - made at the back of the avernus - feed the great luminescent storm. Protagonist of our synthetic atmosphere.
Here and there they can be, oldy Mekhanes (Machines); they are thousand-year-old appliances of public bio-maintenance, used for an eternity for the thousands of solitary that they are born and dying, of century in century, in the last planet. These Mekhanes prevent that my almost dry blood, after-taste of flowing. Or they leave between my tisues microsystems, that fill of scantily, though sufficient, oxygen my thin meats. But especially, they are repairing the mistakes and micro-aberrations that my germinal molecule is suffering. That is the more essential thing that I have and that I am.
Periodically the Emissary leaves a few letters (instructions). For them know how to find and to use these Mekhanes or when I must begin new operations in them. So the Emissary is the interface between the mekhanes and me.
And they are distant manifestations, a poor echoes of the Thecnetos, which allows by this way, my survival among the deserts.
Some landscapes are furthermore strange that others: they contain regular forms and of rare beauty… I suppose they are distant constructions, scrawls of the distant and violent prehistory of the human being, happened it does already so much that probably the same time does not serve to conceive the distance from us to they. They are now a remote powder, vanishing in powder furthermore old, and nevertheless they seem to me to be so interesting when I compare them with the lack of meaning of other landscapes. They speak about our vehement forbears, too different from us. I had never gone out of the local system of ruins, which was wide and to cross it was my unique distraction, but my walk along they was always solitary. There does already trillions of years that failed all the forms of life, less, clearly, ours, which will last up to the end of the universe. And yet it fits the possibility of that if it forms someone of matter or energy survives this end, the Thecnetos will find the way of making ourselves survive also.
Finger to admit that these ruins me are confused or sometimes totally incomprehensible. I cannot imagine how they served at some time either to this remote humanity or what role they played in this past strange world. The phrase “everything was very different at the time “that might be used to answer to this question, does not relieve my deep and anxious doubts.
I cross and examine them patiently, and always they seem not to make sense, ¿ or might it be perhaps that never had it, at least not for us? (This is evidence of which in the prehistory we were not physically like now we are). Maybe they correspond to periods of disorientation or of drastic change, or belong to the beginning of the control automaton of the world, of the forbears of the machines who came later, since the artificial thing also has his prehistory, too different - insurance - to the current Thecnetos.

If I think it better, the artificial thing also will have his future, but not we, since we will not change already.
It came our evolution does already very much to his end as the species that we are: Homo sapiens thecnesies. These rare ruins, these algebras of stone and cement, were maybe the trenches of war of the first artificial intelligences; the primitive (original) and coarse seed of the current, absolute and infallible Thecnetos.
The Emissary (his emissary) I believe that he has to understand them better.

7 TITANOMAQIA

A trillion of trillions of years before …

Few events have such a degree of brutality that the wars among the metacorporations and the booty for the one that they kill and devour some others, is the most wretched for that a war has fought before: the powder, inert remains of matter, one that another fragment of planet. The last molecules are exploited in them by some order, they are the last and scanty sources of anti-entropy, in one increasingly entrópic cosmos.
It is that nothing costs any more than the order in a universe of chaos, since the disorder is death and the order, life. The Anti-entropy is the last fuel and to appropriate of it, no act of cruelty is too much.
In this occasion the local metacorporación hurries to invading and ending his neighbor, a few days ago his allied one.
One agrees the irresolute metacorporatión in a heap of opaque stars, in a black cluster of pieces of what once was an invisible galaxy and now they are only black frozen, worm-eaten fragments filled with a rachitic human civilization.
A few seconds before the assault, a frozen and calmed panorama, in which these remains are mixed, as a fine dustcloud, being mixed on it self. Suddenly, the weapon put dimensional of the attacking goal - corporation they initiate his offensive.
A point of singularity is opened in the middle of the space; with forecast, hordes of giant warriors had sowed this point of instability temporary space for that galactic heap. Now it is opened between the planets, breaking violently the gravitational balance of these worlds, turning the time up to breaking it and thousands of populations to tear it into pieces, and with him, them. The other metacorporation notices the assault, but his response is too late, even this way, initiates an untid counterattack from his thousands of planets and artificial stars. They break the alarms, and there are thrown to the defense million of troops and ships, while the space itself splits around it. After a few milliseconds of initiated the assault, the point of singularity curls the space time, of form so serious that, there create enormous zones in which the temperature increases thousands of million degrees. Almost impossible temperatures that produce the highest density, similar to that of the initial childbirth of the cosmos. A microscopic big bang ignites.
The weapon of the attacking - meta-corporation was managing to do it putting small regions of the space in root of less one. Making " imaginary time ". (An imaginary number is a number which square is negative)
First the point of singularity about negative time, time that was running backward, so that the passage of time instead of raising the disorder (entropy), was increasing the order, this way a scanty energy was accumulating to explode later, but this only was the first step of the mortal warlike useless device.
After putting the time backward, increased the anti-entropy, it(he) was becoming this in his square root, ( The square root makes lose dimensions, turns the area into a line, or the bucket into plane) so this time lost a dimension, but, in view of it was a time towards the past - especularmente - for ours, it gained it. A rare form was born like that pentiforme, difficult to conceive but really. Thus little gained energy was multiplying then exponencialmente, on having passed this energy to a major dimension. But this condition was highly unstable and was finishing in a terrible explosion of disorder or entropy, a thermodynamic snap of burst chaos everything in a complex inflation.
In this point an impressive and brutal expansion begins then, destroying everything what the irresolute metacorporación was governing. The fractures are so wild that the electrons are extracted of the atoms that later are torn into pieces in elementary particles.
The second snap tears these elementary particles into pieces in other components furthermore essential, losing in his fragmentation any known property. His fragments are so
elementary and strange, that have neither extension or duration.
Three milliseconds of initiated attack this one, the atoms re-consist and the forces of the attacking metacorporación advance to occupying the already torn into pieces heap.
But there was so big that heap of galactic remains, which in his ends some forces of the neighboring meta-corporation have achieved to survive, and they start travelling to defend violently. But the space, since(as,like) in an untid whirlpool, continues still(yet) bowing grimly for all sides, tearing these forces of defense into pieces, spreading them not only to different points of the space, but of the time.

The condition of the matter already is stable and there appear numerous quotas of tumultuous warriors. One of between this million ferreous and anonymous assassins is M, gigantic, mortally, but in some angles innocently. Enormous, stout, but pristine. His labor, since of the others, is to destroy for means more conventional what it had survived the assault metadimensional, but in addition M has a secondary order: to recover the scientific files of certain centers. Ayazx, a formidable and impetuous warrior, it rests on the search of the files.
M, Ayazx, Fratedes the injury, small Wille, happy and innocent, the sad Gerontes and hordes of other thousands of warriors distribute the surviving worlds. To this dizziness it throws itself without hesitating, seeming not to hate only the life that in it still exists, but to depreciate proper theirs. Injected of violent frenzy, they are blind to the death that they take and to which they bring. Soon hundreds of quotas and ships hit between if, and this way the forces of the two are torn into pieces metacorporations, bursting and being fulminated almost in its entirety. This does not worry the attacking metacorporación, even the corpses of his own giants will be useful as anti-entropy later, by what there are not curtailed lives and the death of 90,7 % of his warriors is not considered to be a significant loss. When the numerical and technical superiority of the local metacorporación achieves gains the battle, Fratedes, M, Ayazx, and other thousands of warriors get down as lions to few planets or still busy stations, to finishing with primitive and patient skills what I initiate with the most modern technologies of death. The most former form of murder, the clash body to body, person against person, begins. This lasts several days of bloody frenzy. Under the coarse muscles of the warriors, it slips the blood of the men of the defeated metacorporación and one more human lineage disappears of the cosmos, to be able to give life to other one. The death is the food of his lives.
Finally under the powerful arms of the extraodinary and indolent Ayazx there dies the last citizen of the defeated metacorporación.
The body of M remains also red of blood. Both warriors separate of the group. Ayazx's eyes, exaggerated of euphoria, look, close to nabbed and serene of M, in now for empty scientific enclosures. They look for the files of a nebulous investigation.
After searching uselessly in the top facilities, they penetrated for a narrow corridor that was going down in a sharpened decline.
Covered by thousands and thousands of tons of demolished constructions they found a laboratory of proofs for a metadimensional bomb, this metacorporación had been to a few days of managing them to destroy to them, and probably others it were now, there was a monstrous complex of lines of assembly fulfilled with an acid stink.
This humor of death was coming from thousands of corpses of giant slaves prisoners, human captured beings of diverse goal - corporation, a good part of them from the metacorporación to which Ayazx and M concerned.
They had been exploited for years in these facilities and murdered in the same instant in which the defeated metacorporación was attacked, in the pathetic bodies of the corpses there were seen the fingerprints of the meticulous violence, torture, hunger, which had lived, without pause in that infernal and sordid hollow. The natural beauty of the warriors, burly and big men, were shrinking and wrinkling in the ruinous bodies of these corpses, dimensions about which only they were speaking the big and massive bones, which still were obvious under the bluish and poor meats. M and Ayazx advanced between this horror without losing not even minimally his serenity. M, though young woman, was unable to be afraid or lose his calmness yet in the most horrible circumstances, and he had never lost his serenity and control. Ayazx was happy in the violence, there would be been way stamping on the sad dead men, and yet an evilness he was glad in to see his misery.
In the deepest laboratory of weapon metadimensionals, they found the files of work looked among the dead scientists.

In them, the records found on animals metadimensionales that they entrusted to search.
Far from them and taking advantage of the rasgamientos of the space and the time, big artificial bodies of the winning metacorporación loaded with teams of settling and of scientists, they establish themselves in the clúster of galactic remains. The exploitation of this region had to begin at once.


With the years this new colony would mature and remain erased all memory of what was the life and hopes of the million of consciences that populated the defeated metacorporatión

8 EVERYTHING BRINGS about NOBODY

A trillion of trillions of years later …

Yes, we, the human beings are the unique form of life and, provided that I am completely alone, I am, for the present time, the life. Provided that the Thecnetos does not leave me to die, and to live seemed to be impossible in the last planet, his mission must be at the time to preserve my life and, in general, the life. But, why? I do not know it. If I knew why it would know really why!
Very much later, when already I understood everything, I saw, on having focused in the human prehistory, that the only one felt of the life is the survival; every detail the one that is made an alive being uses for it. Because of it, the sense of the life is not any more than the life, and the sense of the survival is not any more than the same survival. This way of tautological and senseless it is the biology in his depths. A hen is the instrument of an egg to do another egg. I learned - probably very late - that the tortuous universal history was not any more than the tortuous method that had a man to do another man. To discover these two men would give some sense to the days that continued and it will justify this long and sometimes tedious monologue.
In the alive beings, them of now and them of before, it is fruitless to look for another sense, another meaning to his industry, to his anatomy, to his conduct and to his psychology. The life only serves to persist; any examination of the elaborated ones and sometimes dark features of the life, if it comes to a sufficient depth, comes always to this conclusion: the emptiness felt of the life is the life. And it is probably more honest and simple to admit that no had sense at all. It is said that the purpose justifies and explains the means. But in the life the purpose prosecuted by this way is the same way. The life is a phenomenon of reproduction that is autoreproduced and nothing more. This is obvious in the populations, and in the individuals, since only egoismo and anxiety for continuing being, is observed on having studied the universal prehistory, but already we are less those that we know that behind this one vain drive of survival of the molecule germinal, that is a molecule capable of generating other equal molecules to it self, - and that cannot do another thing any more than it - and that has found after an infinite time of development, an infinitely effective way of being copied to if same: the Thecnetos.

This way, an inert molecule is - paradoxically - the final and only protagonist of the life.

Of this definition of life - certainly supposed, which existed before the universe was remaining empty - they can deduce and explain all the alive beings that at some time filled the cosmos. And I should be served therefore to explain the major mystery of all: what is this conscience in my unconscious meats. But it does not explain it.

This explanation of the life - if I was managing to understand completely his implications, they would explain, the empty ruins that I cross and that puzzle me, or because my I, it is not ignored to itself like normally do the things, why of multiple parts inconcientes of my body, does my sensitive conscience arise?
The life also should explain who I am I or what is the Emissary. And to explain, though I do not know with what words, what is really the Thecnetos and, for especially, they would explain the content of these mistaken letters. But there is nobody not entrusted at all in revealing it. Dreams and words is the only things that I have.

Doubts. Only of doubts I fill my days. And perhaps my death will come without I could answer my questions, nor deal if perhaps this they were the important questions. It did not know yet, that this death was looking for me hasty and impatient.

This way it is the last planet, for the solitary modern man there are neither family nor loving relations; there are neither trade, nor art, nor mass media, there is neither books, nor architecture, nor religion, nor science; there are neither philosophies nor superstitions, there are neither cemeteries, nor technologies, there is not even language in the strict sense of the word; every individual has in his mind thoughts that they do not need to be symbolized in words, whom would one direct them in case of existing? There are no signs instead of the things, there are only pure notions of the things and of his relations. This individual protoidioma only serves to understand itself to yes same and to the Emissary. There is no verbal language, but yes there is this protolenguaje for every person who is born (what happens very rarely) and there is a written common system only with the Emissary (the letters they are an example of it). All these, and other structures used by the primitive humanity for his survival, are now unnecessary.

It has eliminated any track of civilization or of society.

There is neither memory, nor individual not collective. There are machines, but we have not made them we, and they have not been done for us; they have his rare language, this one yes, universally and commonly to other machines, to the Emissary and to the Thecnetos.

The organic life and the conscience only were instruments of the blind molecule germinal to multiply.
Means, do not die. I itself am a way, the Thecnetos is a way, the purpose is actually, at all.

Now the perfect Thecnetos multiplies infallibly to the molecule germinal and the life and the conscience is not necessary any more.
While there is energy, for very small or strange that this one is, the purpose will not come and the Thecnetos will work, using her to multiply it.

9 THAUMASIOS HEKANTOKEINOS

A trillion of trillions of years before …

The android Nimis (a zombi android) travels for the agglomerated stairs with the technician L - already a young person used of low range in the vertical structure of the metha-corporation, his look is sensitive, illuminated and a bit disillusioned.
Both go for one of the miles of stairs that go off in all directions, between the saturated turns where the technical personnel of the metacorporación live. Of section in section, they are dragged by the mass of people, small men and of worried aspect they were travelling yet with more hurry that the rest; they were the assistants, in his race. His hurry was leading them to being coarse and slightly polite.
L thinks melancholy about the extravagant thing that it is the reality, the universe might have been simple, for example only particles floating in the space and this way always, but on the other hand it arose the life and his stupid spectacles. All the expressions of the life, they were for L besides overloaded, absurd and senseless. Unconcerned of the world, it was stopping thinking and was stopping attending to the forms and colors that were not mattering for him, and that perhaps were distracting it of the real being of the world. It would be all the same to him if this capricious and redundant universe was finishing tomorrow.
L and Nimis, on having gone out of the stairs 323-M came to a broad corridor; there was more air there, but slightly similar to a black procession it was hindering the step. First only they saw a compact group of small assistants, some were running from a central heap and others towards it, taking papers and instruments. In the center, a big and slow man was advancing with the difficulties of an elder. He was one of the Thaumasios Hekantokeinos ( Thaumasios, geniuses; Hekantokeinos, dark), the dark wise persons of the metacorporación and his name it was Herakón. He was old but strong and was advancing painfully towards whom it knows where, for that one building. The assistants were doing very much noise speaking itself vociferously and L look reverent and fascinated at this rare man, of this caste of the most expensive centenaries for the metha-corporation. Herakón was detaining tired of span in span; his suit was overwhelmed of appliances and wired up. His eyes and ears, they were meeting sealed by black shining instruments, but the empty basins of his eyes were fulfilled with cables, which were coming to his powerful brain.
Among the chaos that surrounds it, under the artefactos that imprison it, the dark Thaumasios exhales a tired sigh.
The Thaumasios were dominating the goal corporation though subordinated to the distant Zombis Hekantokeinos, and they were capable of calculations and enormously complex analyses that were indispensable to the humanity.
The methacorporations had complicated relations between them. It was difficult to explain for what one day there were received assaults of former partners. The speed of the historical changes was not calculated in months but in days, so that an alliance could turn tomorrow into a mortal hatred. The map of these wars was incomprehensible for the first artificial intelligences. But there were these geniuses who could understand them among the narrow and labyrinthine corridors. On having come in the dawn it was possible to see to it Thaumasios leaned on disorder by the whole building getting messages for his wired up ones, pondering the long answers, blind persons and almost immobilized by these appliances that were invading his clothes and his bodies.
L was thinking that it was a waste that so many intelligence was used for an irrational purpose: to make persist to the grim humanity.
When they was raising and moving someone for the building, his movement was awkward and slow, for the oldness and for the blindness. His activity was merely intellectual but without rest and this was supporting them in a disconnection that was making them look like the alienated ones. Sometimes also they were resting, but the eyes or the ears were not discovered; what they were feeling, in these a few minutes that one was stopping his works?, in these periods in which they hadn’t programmed any activity nor communication? – it s wondering to the immature and anonymous L.
Lacking in a life like the others, without descent, almost without past, with the eyes and the rest of senses strained of appliances; the Thaumasios only had the emptiness of itself. His empty consciences of content simply were living to pass of the time.
Perhaps without recollections in which to amuse himself , they relax with abstract constructions that only they can understand was thinking L that also he was fulfilling his hollow life with an abstract universe, of conjectures and theories. A universe foreign to the real one.
The Thaumasios, they were martyrs of a difficult epoch and if they were not sacrificing this way his lives, there would be ruined the precarious stability that the alive metacorporatión supports. It is said that these elders constructed this intelligence that now enslaves them. But it is not for the force or the extortion that this intelligence obtains his devout work and his absolute delivery. As anyone, they might escape, but on the other hand his labor will continue until the death reaches them in his inconvinient suits.
Only those who constructed the metacorporatión and who know more closely the links of government, know something it brings over of his those cannot be waived motives.
But this Thaumasios was furthermore singular that the others, no human being had born before with Herakón's cognitive capacity, his mind was the whole extraodinary reason, almost empty of emotions, was not like the usual intelligence of the technical personnel and scientists, who were submitting to the reason for the pleasure of reasoning, for the intellectual delight.
In Herakón the reason happened for the same reason, not for the pleasure of thinking. its was an intelligence in pure state, and this one was not to the service of anything any more than of itself. The others were using the reason as way and not as purpose. But for the Thaumasios Herakón, the reason could not subordinate to anything that him was low. L was admiring and sharing the convictions of the old man Thaumasios.
So much the powerful Herakón as insignificant L were looking at the beings who him were making a detour like to elementary organisms, simple puppets of the pleasure. The whole human history had happened as there had happened only for the search of the pleasure and for the distaste to the displacer of the men, a perverse humanity of marionettes always submitted to this old man mechanism of reward and sensory punishment, incorporated by the primitive evolution in the human beings … to control them.
Strangly - he was thinking subtlely L - the major pleasure that was to live and the major displacer that was to die, they were things that they were not feeling.
Finally, L comes with Nimis to his precarious locus of work (Of The Latin locus, place). To the same way that other million technical personnel, L was, under dozens of strata of responsibility, a subordinate of Herakón, he was feeling to except in his imperceptible position in the great gear of works. he was going years from his childhood, isolated in a precise and tedious task: to monitor to the metadimensionales animals. It was registering the ecology and dynamics of the populations of these beings: these were entities that were saturating the seemingly empty Aheter, invisible to 4 human dimensions. His bodies were turning and changing into 16 dimensions of the reality, but not as microscopic strings, but as massive entities that only occasionally intersectaban our world, though only fractions of an instant. though all this multitude of strangly alive beings in the metadimensionalidad was a part of this unique and closed universe that would disappear.
Imperceptible L was going years studying them, but neither in last times nor he nor other technical personnel they had caught information on the animals metadimensionales, apparently they were problems of the set of instruments who was preventing his location. Every time there was less energy for the instruments of L and in general for any machine of the metacorporación, given every time major shortage of energy in the cosmos. Probably for this now the instruments of L were not managing to register the metadimensionales animals.

But the insecure intelligence of L was thinking that it owed to another thing.

10 THECNETOS THE LATE AFTERNOON OF THE WORLD…

I confess that of the Thecnetos I do not have certainties, but only conjetures. I have a feeling that there is an appliance with a precise task, working in the darkness. The Thecnetos is also (but not only) a network that saturates the left streets and the deserts, and contains an immortal humanity.
I believe that it is not necessary to clarify that the Thecnetos is artificial though I deal, on having examined the topic with more thoroughness, which in the world there is nothing artificial, that the nature has given birth to all the things, included the Thecnetos; that " not natural " is the impossible thing, the logically inadmissible thing.
The men did the artificial thing, but they and his motives were also natural, fastened to the laws of the nature. This way, of the artificial thing we can say that it does not exist.

The Thecnetos, I believe, it has existed from the creation of the first technology, of which I must conclude - slightly inconviniently - that it is not eternal. In him the man should have trusted partially his destiny; his posterior development took it to unimaginable degrees of power of calculation. A revolution in the systems that were sustaining the artificial intelligence gave to him his first independence, while we were losing ours.

The blind evolution created the human brain, and this one created the new and best mechanical brain. Then this one created the forbears of the Thecnetos, who already were not a sham, but slightly different from those cognitive functions human: owners of an authentic brilliancy, already incomprehensible to us. But I trust that this machine they will never forget the purpose for what any appliance is created: to guarantee our survival and on accompanying our future evolution.
This way, the individuals, after a few decades stop, but we never disappear, since prompt I will disappear, but this river that we take inside; this river is an uninterrupted lineage of they germinate molecules, passing from generation to generation across our bodies, and this one is a flow that runs without interruptions or pauses from the beginning of the life.

To describe the Thecnetos is impossible, enclosed to think it it is; only I can suppose it infantile, for approximations. For example, I think in as an infinite population discussing simultaneously everywhere, or as a placidly floating cloud of thoughts in the eternity. It seems to me to be even beautiful to think it this way: under so much powder, understanding how and for what a little paper is raised by the wind in some lost corner of the last planet.
In its hands my future be be sure by some time, and that of the humanity forever. Clear, already I said that of the Thecnetos I do not have, nobody has, a direct perception nor leaves fingerprints its presence. Only my doubtful reasonings lead me to believing in it. If not, how might life be possible at least a second in the last planet?

And it seems to me that there is another proof of its existence. It happens that, it does not matter wherefrom it departs a reasoning (the only occupation for the solitary men), not even what topics are approached in it), if it comes near far, always it comes near to the necessary existence of the Thecnetos. Though the origin of any reasoning is also doubtful. Mine always originate in the dispositions of the Emissary (who is the only one another alivebeing of whom I have certainties). he, is across him or of it, which I deduce and believe in the Thecnetos. And yet he is so evasive, so distant! I have seen not even, but permanently well-known his proximity.

I assume, as the most reasonable thing, that this Emissary is a ángelos of the Thecnetos. a forms a of communication between this mechanical god, this imperturbable and total entity and my fleeting and fragmentary existence. But, in end, I have to clarify that my belief in these two beings is not supernatural, since already I clarified that only the natural thing exists.
In the years that I take crossing the planet, the Emissary has become furthermoreevasive, or I more predictable; always it proceeds to execute his dispositions while I sleep, while I stay away or travel. It leaves generally impersonal letters with instructions that I try to understand and to obey enterely.

Impersonal, slept maybe, I was feeling the city of rubbles, of which I never went out. The loneliness was making me believe it intimate and mine, but then i was remembering that it was neither unique nor singular in the planet, which with others probably, I share this Emissary that us guardianship or monitors. It was consuming by foot the endless streets and squaresalways sterile and mute. On one having approached the dead buildings we feels as if it was approaching the backs of gigantic and dead men. Sometimes i feel a sensation of rejection of those backs, and immediately taking course to any other place. A primitive human desire of exploration was moving me, an unnecessary feature as different so many people now.

But I forgot the fundamental reason of my statement, the matter of the letters ...!

11 COSMIC DIASPORA

.A trillion of trillions of years before …
- In a few minutes there will come the warriors of the last conquest, such a M was the manager of looking for the information and he will bring them - said to L, already mature and skinny, worn out Ahelios for years of a former evil, since he was affected from his youth by a strange form of the atavistic disease ( The love or the falling in love).
- Probably can to verify my prediction on the animals metadimensionáles - thought discreetly L, dreaming of having precariously the reason - pus check my supposition and … a new way of thinking the nature - ended up by intoning, insecurely the latter phrase only by half - and this stupid universe finally will finish.
Ahelios look at he guessing his hopes.
- Do not wait very much, simply we them will relocate and re-begin the record - Ahelios paternalmente said to him and I look at the young person L with certain commiseration, this one was coming from seeing it every day more and more misled in these mistaken theoretical labyrinths, and in his nonchalance to the own and foreign life.
L. was quiet, slightly offended by his superior, who was obliging but incredulous of his ideas.
- also it wanted that something extraordinary happens, this labor is of such a sterility that I understand your hopes - said comprehensive and intimate Ahelios.
- but … what would happen if neither there was information of his existence in the researches of the conquered metacorporación? - he asked doubting his own hypothesis L.
- we should wait to the following expeditions or examine if there is mistake in the equipments of monitoring - answered sceptic Ahelios who knew very well the procedures repeated by them so often.
- according to formless several these are in perfect conditions - headded L returning shyly to believe in it same - I think that already the metadimensionals animals do not exist. Already perhaps it determines the near end of this senseless phenomenon that we are called …
Ahelios I look like reproving in his apprentice this disdain that tape-worm for the existence.
- It is impossible that already they do not exist, for that they would not exist? - slightly tired Ahelios said and giving for the conversation finished with a subtle gesture of nuisance.
- Two warriors, Ayazx and M, they are waiting out to deliver the requested material - one said perfectly human voice, it was the androide Nimis, of angular aspect and intense look. Nobody would suspect on having seen her naturalness that was not a Human as the others, which it was a machine without me.

-pass - said Ahelios gathered to his scientist's responsibilities. Nimis escorted the ferreous giants.
The figures big and beautiful drawn of both warriors appeared between the equipments of sophisticated science. Strong and serene M, with a sheen of purity in the eyes, and Ayazx arrogant and proud of his stature and beauty.
The conversation began.
-talk succinctly about your findings, did they manage to save the files on metadimensionals animals? - ask L to M as if he was going to an insensitive thing add lowering the voice - probably an old theoretical universe dies with the results of your finding, and be born simpler other one … the reasons are always simple and few ones and the effects numerous and complex - he added like want to share with this stranger, his hope for discovering a new kernel for the world.
- yes - he said with a deep and warm voice M, which did not understand what wanted to say L but which worried - they are completely upright.
- What did find? Did it check them? - he asked methodical Ahelios.
M seemed not to have listened to it, was looking to L for the first time and his attention was turning to him aside and to his strange words almost imperceptibly, a few steps beyond what it was normal. His wide chest was breathing something more rapid and strong.
Neither nobody, nor he itself, it noticed it.
L also felt a vain sensation that he could not identify, while his breathing was worrying. Something activated a mechanism that was waiting invisibly in the most primitive part of his brain from his birth. A little slept that it had germinated and now it was looking out of the first time. But not for last time.

Ahelios interrupted:
- Speak to us finally about the results.
- What we have found - said monumental and firm M - it is that another metha-corporation concluded that there were no already metadimensionals animals in all his known universe.
Ahelios looked amazed at his ward L who had foreseen it. This one felt intellectual happiness and then a deaf sorrow.
- Where is information? - he asked amazed Ahelios.
- they can examine them in the heart of the information system. They are already acceded to the general library - it answered, big and beautiful M.
L and Ahelios rushed to tell the information and checked them mute. While, the giants were waiting. For Ahelios it was a question of an impossible phenomenon that it was breaking with diverse theoretical principles, for L the confirmation of a former suspicion that was going years pondering and that now he was amazing him. The evidence of which the structure of the cosmos had guarded yet a secret. This day develaba, and with him, a terrible news for all, except for L, to whom him there were indifferent the practical considerations of his ideas. Though them of these they were terrible.

Ayazx got impatient soon despising the labors, without emotion and monotonous, of both technical personnel. Something in his look was scaring and offending the others, Ahelios felt as if this cynical look was saying to him without words that in contrast with her of him, his life was poor and ridiculous.
But disciplinadamente both warriors waited for the orders to retire.
His monumental somas, as two exquisite, made compositions of volumes and perfect lines, were standing out in the disorder and unsightliness of the poor laboratories.
Minute to minute and reading after reading they were turning it to verifying. Neither were metadimensionals animals for another metacorporación.
Ahelios said to his ward L:
- You can dismiss the warriors. I suppose they will have more tasks that to realize - Immediately after this order a small letter ignited in L though inexplicable unease.
L it went to M and on having seen it brightly almost he forgot what he had to say to him:
- already your presence is not necessary any more, we are grateful for your effort and meticulousness to do… - and on having stopped saying it, he felt as repentance of provoking with these indifferent words, which this stranger was eliminating forever.
Ayazx felt relief and urgency for going away, while M, felt a slight and inexplicable brake. But confused and disciplined, he moved away.
To L it was difficult slightly more of the normal thing to him to see to go away to the warrior. I suffocate this irrational emotion in him. He was a stranger and did not need to return to see it.
In the conversations with Ahelios the forms of the fearsome and beautiful M interrupted the reasons and abstract considerations, which he was weaving on the metadimensionals animals in his mind.
- it will make you happy to confirm one of your secret ideas - said Ahelios - probably it is only a coincidence but I congratulate you.
- not. On the contrary, it saddens me, though I do not deal why - he said L drawing with his face a delicate worry and a sorrow - this disappearance means something more. Slightly very seriously.
- let's not stop to demolish the mind, atengámonos to what we have discovered - he said comprehensivly and methodical Ahelios to his subordinate.
- it must inform Herakón, he will have an explanation for this - he said returning of his thoughts L.
- I believe that you will be able for the first time to make it you, you will be useful to explain your ideas.

Then L it sat down and left his mind to rest of any calculation or consideration. An emotional tide was raising inside him, flooding a dark landscape.

The structures of Nimis's mechanical brain, they registered and processed everything and answered creativamente to the observed of diversely manners. His neuronals systems, they were reasoning, were creating, were calculating and reporting, though without passing any of these actions for any conscience, no self was constructed in the androide, it was not her artificial intelligence a subject opposite to an object, but an object interacting with another object. Being ignored mutually indeed.
-L does not have range to have an appointment with a Thaumasios, you or I will present this report to Herakón - Nimis said finally.
L, look at Ahelios and at Nimis, and he felt this second, that his innermost being was in a very remote place of them, there a few words appeared, there was outlined a letter that perhaps he would never send, it would begin this way:

…Your eyes are severe,
They are a half-open door that I have never crossed
For dread, probably...
I have drawn in so many pappers your eyes
That now will roll in different points of the city.
How many things still I do not understand of you.
I complete them of ….
- Ahelios - said L returning from that place - often times I speak myself of your atavistic disease, I have never felt it and in general I detest that my reasons are importuned by feelings but …
- though it is prohibited, we all fall ill with it at some time, mine never leaves me - said Ahelios remembering it and being stopped on her having remembered.
-Explícame again this sensation that you have - said to his top close friend L.
- in me it is a disease without priest, but if perhaps your you fall ill I will be able to advise you to find like chemical treatment. The metacorporatión allows the reproduction but not the love, if you do not neutralize the atavistic disease with medicaments, they will allow you to be sorry it but not to express it. Only the warriors can form couples of eromenois between them for being useful to his service to the metacorporatión. But it is absolutely prohibited among technical personnel and it is never possible ever approach) these two secondary castes - Ahelios said suspecting something in his ward.
- But how to recognize and to treat this atavistic disease? - asked L his Superior.
- How to understand it? - said Ahelios - it is an urgency, an urgency without aim, an anxiety empties, a melancholy that lasts and is not explained, a flavor of which he lacks anything to the time. The longing of a tenderness that is not in any side, but that always I need. It is in me the atavistic disease - I conclude Ahelios.

L listened to it and for the first time understood it. A clear meaning appeared in these words. This evening began to feel what his friend was feeling. Something that it would never stop feeling and that would refocus every part and intention of his life.

12 THE SLEPT STATUES

A trillion of trillions of years later …

Weariness of this evening in I discovered that the Thecnetos had decided to kill me. To walk and to walk, and do not be if ultimately my steps plan a search or a flight. The result always is the weariness and the anxious return to the commonness of a few empty constructions, my dear piece of the world.
The way of return always was doing it for the same street, though the word is quiet it is excessive. This one rather is a blurry scar planned in a kind of enormous spot in the landscape. This spot before was a city. This "street" was coming together together with others in a torn into pieces circular square that was full of statues that there were representing colossal men loaded with incomprehensible appliances. This cracked square oval had different levels, product of some distant cataclysm or of some patient geological event. This way it was taking the form of a monumental and capricious stairs that was to way to erase for this dry breathing, which was to advance and to move back of the desert.
In it tens of giant clumps of stone, were arranged in different heights and forming training a species of sculptural cliff. Big bodies of stone facing a slight and constant surge of air and powder, in a secret battle that was taking million years begun. A fight between the hard thing, the big and the solid material against the lewd, the ethereal and the tenuous; a clash in the one that, as in so many other things, ultimately always was gaining the tenuous.
This way, these titans of stone were disappearing and the gestures and attitudes that were petrified in them were going out with the softest, though mortal, caress of the air.
As these sculptures of stone, we, few human beings bred in the entrails of the Thecnetos, are also inert entities, vanishing while we walk along our short lives. Our unique happiness and chance to have to, is persists still and silent which the time happens. We are one more piece of the nature and as it, lack teleology, will or life.

But, as charm, one of these empty days the Thecnetos sent with its Emissary a strange letter and everything changed. Many rare things happened these sad days. The first singular event was this:
I had connected to a Mekhanes waiting for the maintenance that of my body.
But nothing was happening, rather I felt that my connection was suffocating my meats injecting them with toxic substances. Scared disconnect me. It was the first sign of that the Thecnetos me had decided to eliminate me.
My time was finishing, for my the universe was finishing, had to take me a few days to resign and to ponder myself.

13 PARADOX OF THE INNOCENTS

A trillion of trillions of years before …
After delivering the order, M and Ayazx joined other warriors.
Given the permanent wars, at a few hours they were again in battle, in a new and exotic place of death. They had fallen down on an injured station loaded with other furious giants, against whom they imposed his superiority. Such age the force of the giants and his absence of pity that with an alone blow could tear a back into pieces or sink a cranium. To blows also they were demolishing walls and trenches. In the sad violence of this battle, M and the others organisms as human as they tore into pieces, afresh. among the fast and furious movements of the fight, the ferreous M, always overloaded of virile value, was attacked by another enemy defeated from his innermost being loaded now with a plurality, up to this invisible moment. This day would see her. It was affected by a deep weakness that started dissolving his will, of common ferreous. To eliminate it, he was attacking with more force and energy his assassin's tasks of the metha- corporation.
But however much he and the others, they were tearing into pieces beyond the necessary thing to the civilization opponent, M could not erase this form that increasingly clearly one was installing in his mind. A strong and solid being was conquered by something ethereal and ambiguous, as a gigantic beast, falling in love with an evanescent lunar reflection.
Only a couple of blurry images could remember of L, but they were absorbing his attention without dealing because of what this was happening, it was not importing how much was examining and multiplying them in his mind, they were not revealing like it was the world in which L was living, they could not even say any more of him, L had emerged of his rare world a few seconds and had sunk in it again, without be leaving to deal. Leaving an inconvinient doubt in M an opaqueness in nothing. A blemish in the transparent harmony of his world.
The ferocious and powerful warriors, after defeating the gigantic floating station, organize the prisoners who did not kill.
Ayazx and his followers separated of central group and improvised a frightful contest.
200 prisoners chose, handcuffed them and arranged them in an opened space, then they competed on which of them it was beheading more and more rapid helped with a sharp knife. Sonorous laughs adorned the macabre game.
Exhausted and happy the warriors celebrated Ayazx's victory forehead the dead men's battery and unconscious, some still mobile bodies.
Later Ayazx chose one of the prisoners. I drag it up to a corner very removed from the rest. While others, his accomplices, were holding it, Ayazx said to him with irony:

- " Conscience is always a conscience of something ".

Forthwith I hold with violence the head and extract both eyes helped a sharp-pointed tool. The prisoner was shouting and crying frightfully. Once obtained this, Ayazx introduced a sharp cannula in his ears with which he perforated his eardrums. The man could not listen now to his own shouts, you nor beg, his torturers do not even see.
Ayazx already was panting frantically of sadistic pleasure, it blew in the nostrils of that man of an acid powder that burned his recipients of smell. The legs and arms of that soldier were waved of pain but they were stopped by the arms of Ayazx's gang that were holding them strongly. With other equipments, this one introduced a cannula in the throat and of a pull I tear his vocal chords, it was annulling all the senses of that man, it cut his language also and repeated panting of pleasure for the others:
- the conscience is always a conscience of something.
His accomplices exploded in macabre laughs.
- the conscience knows the world across the senses … - I add.
Deaf, the prisoner was twisted distressed, to these words that stained with blood prisoner was, now blind, deafly, silently, and unable to like or smell. He did not feel that about him, they all extracted agudes metal sheets and taking it carefully they started extracting the skin. Without it, he was still alive, he was breathing in shock among his hangmen, who forced it to put of foot and to walk.
And they played with him up to getting tired.
-Without senses there is no conscience, - said one - it is as if he was already dead, a dead man who walks and breathes.
- No - corrected Ayazx with not deeply and calm - it is disconnected of the world, but still thinks, knows where it is and that goes to die promptly … and I know that he has fear - said interrupted and overloaded of nervous pleasure. This way they observed it perfectly lucid of what they were doing the lengths to him 25 minutes that still it survived.
Then, though yet he was alive, they left it to die in that secret corner, walked to meeting the rest of the troop. In the central group, everything was daily and repetitive.
I treat the rest of prisoners with the usual nonchalance. They pile up them systematicly in a few gigantic containers attached to the ships. There they will be supported for his later use, if this way it the technical personnel of the goal determine corporation or they would be executed if his elimination is decided.
The containers were saturated of the strong and worn-out prisoners. They were crossed by corridors that were stopping to see and to hear to this resigned or desperate multitude.
Finished the labor Andros, a bulky warrior of tired eyes, bring over to the group together with his eromenois (The erastés is the companion of the erómenos. agreeing a pair of eromenois), a small and hyperactive companion of fight.
This way, all the warriors were joining already without obligations. Informally circles were formed about the most well-known of them, for example about Ayazx, creating one

Concentric composition of titans, which was composing this way, a terrible and dramatic landscape, of brilliant muscles, and appliances splashed with entrails and with blood. The plants of his boots were splintered of bones that a few hours ago were the framework of alive meats.
They waited disciplinadamente for the orders of the metacorporatión. The majority was quiet and there were looking without urgency for the couples of eromenois soldiers intimately interlaced in his military common destiny.
Only the long-suffering erastes of Ayazx, Gerontes was kept humbly far from him.
Leaned some on others, his meats were recovering the calmness and the quiet surrounded with the landscape, which they had just destroyed.
Also M was lying leaned on his eromenoi, with which he had an indifferent union. Other one, done of ethereal wind, goes devouring the head.
The experienced Fratedes a warrior with an eye erased by confused scars, shelters his young , emotively and happy eromenos, Wille. Fratedes, is the most mature and crafty of the warriors, he had seen were born and to die several generations of stout giants. he knew and he had attacked elbow elbow with both strong men of whom M was born, and with the warlike couples that generated the others, only he was ignoring those who were those who would have bred Ayazx, only he knew that it had not fought with them, if not against them and perhaps he would have killed them, in a remote point of the past.
Fratedes notices to M furthermore indifferently that always to his companion, but when he sees it to sigh for the second time, surrounded with the happiness of the others, he decides to approach and to say to him:
- today you are of another spirit. What walks spending there inside? - said to the rigid M, taking the head affectionatly, while Wille followed with kind look his erastes.
M him lying and they lying it answers him melancholy - I do not know it, a nuisance is crossing me. Probably I feel disgust of what we are doing. I wait to be able to forget it soon.
- Is it it? Really? - the mature and hyperperceptive Fratedes says and focuses with worried affection his unique eye on M.
- Does nothing any more happen to you? You know that in these hundreds of years many things I have learned. He trusts in me - he added sincerely worried by M, Fratedes.
M, he keeps silent about the second lengths, as a rock mountain. And suddenly he asks the more rapid thing that could.
- What things has observed of the relation between eromenois of different occupations? - this one asks amazement Fratedes.
The big eyes of M, they were something nabbed and severe, but in them there was now a humid weakness, as if a desperate child was looking out of them caught in the extraodinary giant, I fall ill now with a mortal feeling.
Fratedes looked at it upset of confirming in M this feeling.
- it is something impossible, do not try it - it answered him worried - the structure of the metacorporación is of rigid horizontal strata. Only we are happy with the equal ones. The eromenois between individuals of different castes are always tragic. It is prohibited to generate in addition between them.
- but I am not happy with my equal one - said M very low and slightly impatiently to find answers and relief in Fratedes's wisdom.
- in the equal ones we meet us same, to love the equal ones is to love we us, it is not possible to be happy loving to something different from we, since it is like not to be loved to one itself. Do you deal? - said comprehensive Fratedes - you must leave this feeling to become extinct.
Ayazx interrupts - what do these two whisper? - question raising the voice to include all in the conversation.
Fratedes ignores it contemptuously.
- not only it is prohibited, but in addition it is unproductive and without future - he added in very low voice Fratedes.
- yes. I am doing all the force to stop thinking about it - M answered with the made voice a thread. His beautiful lips were repeating the gesture made remorseful of his eyebrows.
You do well, can ask for biochemical help to eliminate what you feel, so soon let's come - Fratedes advises.
- it will not need. With my will it must be sufficient - he said M, certainly and stoically … and also mistaken.
While Ayazx was boasting with a group of other proud warriors of his battles in many worlds. Across the quantum telegraph the awaited algorithm comes: The order is of sacrificing the surviving prisoners.

Provided that already they are in the containers, his elimination will be instantaneous and painless.
- we have a few minutes to eliminate the shipment and to return - he says indifferently and methodical Gerontes.
M listen to worried thoughtful orden, and he looks for the prisoners' containers. A nervous ripple crosses them. The thousands of prisoners are exactly equal to them, robust and fierce, and now sensitive and scared. The fear of the pain cannot be compared to the fear of stopping feeling pain, being unconscious of being. Ayazx, imperturbable, orders to ignite the devices of elimination impatient to return soon.
M, higher and heavy than all the rest, draws now with his body a melancholy beautiful structure. he looks between the prisoners' containers for among a deep corridor loaded with eyes that return to him to the unison the look. A pululante and deep look that sank in the heart of M scaring it, disordering something inside him, as if he also went to die with them. And it, the fear, was something that M had never felt.
Ayazx, irritates, it ignites the devices of elimination and a warriors' enormous rabble they lose the conscience in this instant. In each of them the universe ends. Not even one only noise any more than that of his muscles slipping flácidos on them of the others.

Ayazx savours this fleeting one though daily pleasure of killing.
For each of other warriors it was as if it had not happened at all. But they looked amazed now at red face of M which strong chest breathes loaded with an anomalous emotion. M was unable to hide it.
Puzzled Ayazx I bring him over challenging it.
- Does something wrong happen? - he says speaking more to the others that to M, which looks at it repudiating.
M breathes powerfully to the center of the looks of the others. And he says for all:
- only I believe that I sit the whole evilness that here has happened. I am conscious for the first time.

Ayazx, mocker, twists the eyebrows with strangeness and adds:
- we all know that there is nothing bad in killing. We are useful to the metacorporación that did us. And without that we would not have born.
- this is not good - said with a deep and deep voice M.
- we are not guilty of anything - Fratedes said interyielding to calm it - dying is something innocuous. Because of it the warriors, so much they as us, we are not afraid to die.
- Sincerely - said M - are not they afraid to the death? If it is like that, for that we prevent them from killing us? Now I think that there is something monstrous in knowing that one day I will stop being conciente. It does not import how distantly this is this day.

They all were ashamed for the sensibility that now was showing that they believed more loudly of all.
- This day will come and we will be forever in the odious condition of not being at all - added M that was noticed by his major size, between the multitude.

- an eternity without feeling anything, feeling that we do not feel anything - said mocking and contemptuous Ayazx - what is of fearsome in it?
He indicated the thousands of bodies now like slept in the contenders. And said:
- these dead men are like stones. Do you feel a sorrow for the stones? Of alive we did not make them suffer any more than what we suffered. In addition they saw to killing ourselves.
- we have not done any evil to them, - added the solid Andros, with these eyes with dream and surrounded with the arms of his eromenoi - it is the first thing that the warriors learn in his instruction. Only there is bad that one that causes pain or suffering to someone, only it is something bad if someone suffers. To remove the life is to remove the possibility of suffering, so nobody is done badly. Nothing that is done to an inanimate being is bad or good. The death is an experience that nobody can have. And that nobody is going to have.
M understands it by half but he follows his strange emotional condition, and takes trouble more and more, only the generous Fratedes knew that it was not for the dead men that one was feeling like that. Something had born in him, which once grown, t would kill he. So Fratedes felt commiseration for his condemned ward.
- but they were wishing as us to live. It is not bad through that wanting to live die? - Asked the innocent Wille, the young and Fratedes's kind erastes - without giving up the hand of his eromenos.
- not - answered Andros, which seemed to shine between the others - so while they wanted to live, were living. When they were not living, they were not wishing anything.
- they lost the future - said M - to want to live is to want to live in the future - it tried to argue still.
- How is it to lose the future? - said Ayazx with the eyes full of irony - it is impossible not even the alive ones we have the future. Only we have the present. Too much it transports your brain handling such a big body … that he still has little breath for more abstract tasks - he said and began to laugh ferociously.
M it listened to grocer's shop of ire. But he suppressed the desire to take revenge in.
Gerontes added weakly of among the group:
- let's think, the present of someone who will die in a minute and of other one who will never die, it is exactly equal.
- but I believe, that I know why really so upset M is - ironic Ayazx added, again speaking high place to be listened by all.
Fratedes opened his unique amazed eye.
M being afraid that they all were guessing his new feelings he added:
- What thing?
- I noticed it from the visit that we did to deliver these files - he said - what shame that we the most perfect beings of the methacorporatión lower our eyes to these men's shades! That we would breed monsters with them! Only degeneracy! - and he laughed in a very low and opaque tone, laughed for him. Being sweetened in the power that to discover this secret, was giving him on M
Fratedes enraged by Ayazx's indiscretion ordered him to kept silent.
Then Fratedes detained to M and dragged it with others aside, so he knew that if he was continuing this dispute, M might not continue concealing from the others, which he wanted to stop feeling.

But it was impossible to prevent that they all knew them, or that M continued feeling.

14 THE FIRST LETTER

A trillion of trillions of years later …

I was surviving scarcely without artificial support. Already I felt the lack of oxygen and sustenance in my tissues, but even I had time. One night, a terrible noise woke me up. His force set me on edge.
After weeks of absolute silence, this noise was like a cataclysm. In the middle of my confusion I noticed in the soil a paper that had slipped up to me; I thought that I knew about what it was, but I was wrong. I stuck to the wall my ear and perceived in her a very subtle noise, since of you sedate getting rubbed. He was the Emissary going out of the house. Immediately I paralyzed myself, and like that, stilly and tensely, looked at the invading paper: the unavoidable letter on the soil. A few hours later, already less tense, I moved slowly and gathered her. To end in this simple act, hours the curiosity fought in one undid to one the knots of the fear.
These ones were coming from my phobia from seeing accidental the Emissary and the distaste that me his sporadic visits were causing. Actually this rejection was not especially to the Emissary, but in general other human beings (in those epochs I believed that the Emissary tape-worm you form are humanized by you). I was feeling something shoking and obscene in having contact with another person, though this contact had never happened and was possible that it did never happen while I was living, these a few days that were staying.
I was scaring to imagine my own features repeated in another object of the world, it that plays the role me the unique and different from the wall, of the corridor. It that was making to myself understand and to differ from the environment repeated in another being, was a perplexity, as if the world show my banality.
Opposite to a mirror one sees also images similar to one, but they are mere our printings. A type of shade that depends on us to take its form and movement, dependent always on us. But in other human beings I would see with terror a copy independent from me, with will and own destiny. And, me there was turning out to be the most aberrant thing to think, with equal me, to my. And nevertheless, this equal I to my one would be in another side and would feel other things. What a distaste! I of whom perhaps I was the copy or maybe an already useless draft!

Perhaps all the consciences are equal, only the content distinguishes them through what they live, if, probably others equal I have to the my, that is to say, the same one, only that surrounded with other things, and if the consciences are equal, will they be the same and one?
If a repetition of me already exists, for what being? What does being distinguish we of being different or not being at all?
Nothing comes out in the repetitions, and I believe that only the only thing, the unpublished thing, and irreplaceable it has right to being. None of these things I was and could demonstrate it on having felt the Emissary and on having remembered that there was more conscious humanity thereabouts.
Happily, the common thing was the loneliness, since already I have said. Happily I had never run up with another human being, but I know that the last planet is vast and that there must be dozens of these my echoes strolling in his perverse existence.
Maybe it is necessary to make clear that the machines of the Thecnetos make "very similar" men make the of hiser, physical features and, therefore, necessarily of his character. I presume that we all are only variations of the same topic. I ignore if it means the success of the Thecnetos in its zeal to construct a perfect humanity. In any case, this repetition me shames and is the motive of my distaste.
But there is something that I have not annotated yet, a little without explanation. I looked at the letter and tried to read his instructions. Of obeying them my subsistence was depending as always. In end, this one was its mysterious content:

M., I have written for you this:

Your eyes are severe,
They are a half-open door that I have never crossed
For dread, probably...
I have drawn in so many
Papers your eyes
That now will roll in different points of the city.
How many things still I do not understand of you.
I complete them of dreams,
Of recollections,
Of necessary details to my unconscious
And probably, of my power of premonition.
In addition, to conceal furthermore my ignorance,
I have given another name.
I have given in thinking that you are a feline
And because of it you persist
Violent and ingenuous,
Assassin and child.
But it saddens me to know how rapidly the time happens.
Yet remaining still I see to the time to soften these forms with which I remember you.
I am afraid that before knowing yourself
Let's vanish in recollections adrift.
That gets lost this world in others.
And only this sky stays without stars, the drizzle and the cold.
But,
Maybe the time reaches
And one day
One builds bridges among the two,
Fact of some precarious material, as an air or a hope.
A way up to you in whom you also come to me,
And finally could cross
Your look without answers.

Emotionally distant, L.


Immediately I noticed that in the itinerary of the Emissary there had been a mistake: a terrible mistake. Ado instructions it would not survive. It was clear the Thecnetos was looking for my death. Or it was losing interest in my survival, but for that so prompt? This letter was not for me and they were lacking any sense. They could not come from the Thecnetos! It was the correspondence of two beings, human, and distant chance undoubtedly. But it did not seem to be natural that a human being was writing fell
Neither things, nor that were feeling it. Until another world and another life independent from the Thecnetos existed, impossible thing. Another rare thing: I could read his language, how would I have learned it? This communication was not a part of the infinite dialectics that the Thecnetos has with the world, but words apart from this one, and perhaps ignored by this one. Is it that perhaps there was a world parallel to the perfection of the Thecnetos? Perhaps was another life living and swarming in the distance of the last planet? A sparkle of hope ignited for the first time in me on having sensed beforehand the transworld. A hope born in the same moment that was finishing my life.
In spite of my simplicity I noticed another thing more that already it was not meaning only a mistake in the labour of the Emissary but one in the structure itself of the world. I noticed that a mistake in the Emissary had to be also a mistake of the Thecnetos; this one necessarily wandered on having instructed the Emissary, or it was impotent opposite to the infamy of that one, so what was it meaning but the Thecnetos could not prevent that the Emissary was wrong? This blemish was his blemish, and this one could be the evidence of which the Thecnetos, beside not being eternal since me already was going time suspecting, neither it was perfect. Occasionally it was raving. A mistake, in a precarious detail, was sufficient in order that the Thecnetos was not infallible. In addition - I thought with an arid sorrow-, if the Thecnetos existed, if it was not only a myth supported by my confusion, it had to be omnipotent, and the letter was denying that it was. Perhaps simply it was a mistake to think about the Thecnetos. This god of matter and his ángel of meat were getting blurred grotesquely in my worried mind. It had to forget promptly this mistaken letter.
But I couldn’t.
There same it began something disturbing. In my life, up to this moment calm, it started something escaping and going out of me, leaving a space of anxiety. This wrong and foreign correspondence was like a feather of another planet that had entered my window; evidence of a world that existed in parallel to my and that till then had been invisible, I called it transworld. A planet that did not have to exist was floating also in the Ouranos. Or perhaps this planet was floating in me. Soon already I wanted to come to it. But I was separating of the transworld, an infinite of emptiness and silence.
But an infinite of nothing is at all, nothing. So the trasworld had to be nearby and it might be reached, before my poor meats were stopping breathing, I would find it! From my birth I had attended only to my interior voice. Of "others" I knew that they were equal to me, but only theoretically; I had never seen anybody, it nor was probable that I did never see them. And it was a relief that did never see them.
But this letter was a part of others. My first one and probably unique contact this exotic and amazing form of life: the human life and it did not seem to mine to be similar. In addition it seemed to be inoffensive in spite of the initial confusion that caused me, that entire one was mistaking!
Till now the planet was figuratively mine and the vastness of my ignorance was the wide desert where I was crossing my life. But always, in a bend of my calm soul, I was guarding the curiosity for knowing of others. A curiosity hidden under tons of dread and disgust, which now was emerging shyly, but also irreversibly.

Only to come to the transworld, to M and to L, was mattering now.