72 EVERYTHING BRINGS 2 OVER OF NOBODY II

72 EVERYTHING BRINGS 2 OVER OF NOBODY II

A trillion of trillions of years later …
I was going out but still(yet) I was, to half a way of being a thing still(yet) there were ambiguous qualias opposite to my conscience, phenomena in front of my me, it(he,she) was dedicating my last seconds to thinking about the Emissary. I noticed that there had been a disobedience in his(her,your) labor. Besides the rare(strange) mistake of the letters.
After a time, I gave in thinking that the disobedience of the Emissary was an invitation to which I disobey. And to disobey as the Emissary was, somehow, to be with him(it), to be his(her,your) accomplice. The last abstract contact with him(it). And this way, something was ignited again in my agony and I decided for, to persist a few seconds more.
I prepared myself to continue the last trip. Our last trip. First I noticed that this network(net) was eating away the subsoil, but then I understood that it was actually(indeed) the same subsoil; this way I discovered that this one is not a natural planet, which floats in anything the appliance and the brain himself of the Thecnetos, a planet built in the emptiness, absorbing and preserving in his(her,your) last trip the lost particles that were staying of the cosmos. Using little thermodynamic order, to support the life. And it was also the only(unique) heavenly body in the whole Ouranos, entering the remote thing, the same center of a sterile, infinite and perfect emptiness. Only his(her,your) surface was natural, done of relics of many worlds that the man had lived(inhabited); a dead collection of the fingerprints of the man for the universe, fingerprints of galaxies. A reliquary of the life, recycling and exploited, for the last days of the humanity. Whose(Which) life would come up to the last second of the universe, so(then,since) while this one existed there would have to be "something" and the Thecnetos would obtain anti-entropy of this one something, of the same being of the universe. Only in the thermodynamic limit, when the same time was stopping, the Thecnetos and the life would be stopped.
I started diving for these tunnels, noticed that a slight impulse could make advance me and my feet were never touching the soil. I gained(earned) of to few ones skill in the weightlessness(absence of gravity). It(he,she) was in the geometric center of the Thecnetos; this way I advanced crossing very heavy wreckage that were hanging some of others, molten and crossed.
It(He,She) overwhelmed(weighed down) me to cross such an artificial, so inappropriate place to the human life. I dived for these ways, between(among) wired up burned, and managed to think that some zones were going centuries at the edge of some collapsed on others, and was afraid that my presence could alter his(her,your) fragile balance of weight and counterweights. I believed that easily it(he,she) might provoke a cataclysm, and because of it my advancing was soft and cautious.
I did not perceive that a former and mortal Mekhanes was covering me searching in the underground Stokeinos.
What was looking for me could not be a human being if it(he,she) was dwelling here. In this overcrowding, I perceived deaf distant noises and of diverse directions(addresses).
I discovered later than the tunnels they were not a labyrinth, but rather a circulatory system, though the fabrics that it(he,she) was nourishing already were in his(her,your) most dead.
There was no doubt, the Thecnetos existed. It was a studding of mechanical nerves that was including the whole planet; strong contractions, though the slowest, they were mobilizing big regions and deduje that after a few years were changing the general geometry of the tunnels, increasing the disorder.
How might this torn into pieces brain be the infallible intelligence of the Thecnetos?
But it was like that(this way) the Thecnetos: an underground and dusty córtex, getting entangled increasingly in the depths of the planet; an infallible brain but - now I know it - without conscience, implacable and perfect in his(her,your) decisions, lucid, but shaped of the rare(strange) one to deal without an one who understands. The Thecnetos was like an absolutely precise clock, but that was not feeling that the time was happening(passing).
I advanced without notion of above or below(above or down,up or below,up or down), crossing the million of throats of this darkness, of this body without form or color; only a tactile and silent landscape was my world now. It(he,she) was swarming as a germ between(among) the turns of this material intelligence, for these rubbles of thoughts. What he(she) structures, what order will form(train) this vast chaos? Which is the formula that turns this untid appliance into this infallible mind? The human brain is a matter and is a life, but the Thecnetos only is a matter without life, but it is a mind, better than ours. Though inside her(it) nobody is situated. No function allows him(her) to see what it(he,she) sees, or to feel what feels. The Thecnetos controls the world, but it(he,she) does not know it.
I crossed his(her,your) tangled(complicated) corridors, his(her,your) overwhelming(crushing) and horrifying three-dimensional labyrinth done with pieces of other labyrinths.
This way would it(he,she) be quite? The human brain and his(her,your) conscience is another arduous labyrinth of understanding also, where the curiosity humanizes it(he,she) crossed and always it(he,she) got lost. In spite of the fact that it is million simpler than times the Thecnetos. Our brain has secret systems, so discreet and independent functions that we are never conscious of his(her,your) activity, but that decide the majority of things for us, though it(he,she) should not say " for us ", since the brain we are we, even these mute and anonymous regions that we never manage to know. This way somehow, it(he) is just to say, that we are not concientes of our conscience.
There are also in the human brain zones of independent life, with a particular logic, different from the one that we know and that we are called a thought. Enclosed on yes same, these zones are not to our scope because they are in a different language to of other and to our one. The only(unique) I that we perceive it(he) is only illusory; it is the product of the concert and of the discreet silence of the most important parts of the brain. Our conscience only is the top of an iceberg that sublies and controls it; only visible in an indirect way. This way, of difficult it is to explain our mind and already more her(it) of
Thecnetos
- in some place of this darkness the men are born - I thought-. In the middle of an artificial silence the Emissary was born and in another lost depth also I was born. Why does such a minuscule population of men support the Thecnetos always? How are the germ and the seed stored for rehacernos again and again? While he(she) was pondering I did not notice that for the snarl of underground forms, the monstrous Mekhanos, called Theknos Herakhón, was reaching me. It(he,she) had waited for me every day of my life, to give me death.