74 THEKNOS HERAKHÓN

74 THEKNOS HERAKHÓN

A trillion of trillions of years later …

For the snarl of underground forms, the monstrous Mekhanos, called Theknos Herakhón, reached me. It(he,she) had waited for me every day of my life, to give me death.
First I felt thousands of minuscule mechanisms advancing around me, later I felt a delicate arrangement of his(her,your) multiple artificial parts(reports).
I detained my to walk, and saw between(among) the semidarkness that a great and multiple Theknos was forming(training). He was another Emissary, the Theknos Herakhón being assembled and getting up in front of me. Without knowing it, I had travelled towards him(it), that I was waiting for myself stillly and patiently. Herakhón was a conscious Mekhanes, the guardian of the Thecnetos and his(her,your) abstract administrator. At some time it had been human being and part(report) of this cloudy(nebulous) humanity that I construct the last planet. It(he,she) had lived through trillions and trillions of years in the Thecnetos becoming increasingly artificial. Of the man who once was, only there was staying the mind, the reason and logic in his(her,your) purer condition(state); and also more perfect, after trillions of years of evolving, in the artificial thing.
I thought melancholy: I can think while I die.
- soon you will stop thinking - said the mortal Theknos Herakhón-
- before I want - charm asking - to take something of the Thecnetos. I do not want to go away without certain answers.
Herakhón said:
- In order that you want answers only a few seconds before you lose them?
But equal I interrupted desperado of stopping my execution:
- For that I must die? Why was my life like that? " I asked the Thecnetos that he(she) was speaking across the Theknos Herakhón.
- in certain way you will not die, there is a frozen humanity - he(she) spoke Herakhón - between(among) these mechanical entrails. The life, if it(he,she) exists, will not disappear.
The vastness of the humanity was surrounding his(her) night's sleep between(among) the wired up one and the rubbles, not the vastness of an alone generation, all the human generations exist here, the habidas and possible, latent and potential. This way it(he,she) saves the intelligence of the Thecnetos to the human race: being kept ad aeternum not individuals concientes that only we are ephemeral accidents or experiments. The Thecnetos preserves the underlying essence to the whole humanity: a genetic array that potentially might serve to fill the world in the alone day, if this way the Thecnetos was determining it, if it(he) was necessary … But already nevermore it(he) will be necessary.
But … why does it(he,she) save these things and not to us? - I said me revealing saddened to the Theknos Herakhón.
The guardian Herakhón said to me that in his(her,your) evolution and his(her,your) fight against the human extinction, the Thecnetos had used strategies increasingly efficient to preserve the life: first, it(he,she) preserved populations, but soon only cells; cold cellular cultures(culturing) in which tacitly all of us are. Then only the molecules they germinate of that these cells could be deduced. In the end, the existence of these called individual containers only made sense to perpetuate these molecules. The individuals only were the strategy planned by these molecules to continue being; momentary packings(packages) for the trip of the molecules they germinate across the generations
- Course towards where? - I asked.
- to the future, which is the only(unique) place to where it(he,she) goes quite - the Thecknos Herakhón answered.
But these molecules were fragile. It(he,she) does trillions of years the Thecnetos it(he,she) came to the conclusion from that was more efficient to preserve a symbolic representation of these molecules, provided that it(he,she) knew that they themselves were not mattering so much as the information that they were guarding. It(he,she) does much stopped touching the last organic life, they eliminated the molecules they germinate and he(she) persisted from this moment a symbolic code of the life, in diverse materials and with diverse nomenclatures, only known by the Thecnetos and his(her,your) guardian. The human life, which is a structure and not substance, could mend this way any drought, any avatar of the cosmos; this way we turned invulnerable the humanity to any radiation, to any temperature. This way the humanity could travel in the space without limits of distance or of time and this way certainly it(he,she) did it, conquering the dark galaxies. Not only in the space the trip was long and distant, also it(he,she) it was in the time; This way it(he,she) has come to this final whiteness of the time to where it seemed to be impossible that it(he,she) was coming.
- Why was I born? - I asked.
- happily not more they will have to be born many later that you. We are nearby to the same limit entrópico, the organic life will not have almost anything of which to be kept, since already everything will be a chaos; because of it the Thecnetos the humanity keeps one increasingly scanty. Soon only it(he,she) will support the life and not to his(her,your) useless containers, the life is the end(purpose) and you the way - concluded.

Because of it I can cross and cross the planet without finding anybody not not similar at all what before was called a humanity, - I thought understanding(including) it - and nevertheless I am a part(report) of an immortal, infinite race but also unconscious. The humanity is now the eternal sleeping one that only rarely opens the eyes for turn to yes same, it(he,she) tries to be understood(included) and then it(he,she) persists them again.

I now newly understood it, but the Emissary already had revised up to the weariness these truths; he was a man faced the absolute knowledge of his(her,your) own(proper) destination(destiny), a man who had unravelled his(her,your) own(proper) explanation, a nonconformist man probably with this explanation, and that knew day per day his(her,your) future.