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.