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.