43 T I T A N O M A Q U I A

43 T I T A N O M A Q U I A
A trillion of trillions of years before …
The terrible uproar resounded for all sides. They started falling(falling due) to a terrible speed pieces of ships in the facilities of the planet Ploutón; big objects were travelling with a dizzy acceleration for the planetary system demolishing what they were attacking. Nobody was waiting for this to only a day of the experiment that would save the humanity. Million and million of years it(he,she) had the cosmos and he(she) lacked an alone day to be saved!
It(He,She) began an urgent battle. In this occasion, the advantage of the surprise had another goal - corporation. Probably it(he,she) was gliding to get hold of the Mekanes Metadimensional newly constructed or only it(he,she) was gliding to destroy it without knowing his(her,your) value.
Thousands of terrible eyes ignited of ire and of terror.
Million flamboyant balls striped the darkness, hitting heavily against the stars of the planetary system or against the floating Mekhanes, destabilizing his(her,your) gravitational watchmaker's and breaking his(her,your) frozen and harmonic structure.
Herakón and all the Thaumasios were immediately protected.
The bark of the planet Ploutón was started cracking coarsely and the orbit of the Mekhanes puts dimensional, center of the experiments of the trip out of the cosmos, it(he,she) was inclining dangerously. Herakón, Ahelios and all the important technical personnel received the order to travel to the Mekhanes dimensional goal that was the place most protected from the goal - corporation.
M received orders to join the troops of defense and to counter-attack the warriors' onslaught that of insurance would strike. It(he,she) joined Ayazx that appeared in the fight with his(her,your) sad and scared erómenos Gerontes, devastated day after day by the cruelty of this one, to Fratedes whose young person erómenos Wille was expressing confidence in the fight that it(he,she) would begin, to Andros and to other warriors.
L had order to travel to the Mekhanes for his(her,your) protection in spite of his(her,your) low range and youth. The androids were not a priority, so Nimis and other androids, conscious or not, were left to his(her,your) luck in Ploutón, which of insurance would be the most irresolute place.
The androids - qualia were lacking reflections(reflexes) or instincts of survival, so they did not show expressions of desperation or of fight, but they were conscious that they were conscious and of that already they it would not be in a few minutes. Anxious and speechless they were walking between(among) the snaps. On the contrary, the androids like Nimis were walking indifferent to the explosions or were having a little rest insensitive. They were not conscious that they were conscious and the death would not change this condition. Some were torn into pieces so much as others by the assault of another goal - corporation.
The human beings in Ploutón were twisting between(among) the ire and the fear; and with both feelings at the same time they fought or fled.
The death was coming for all sides to each and every of the members from this thousand-year-old human lineage that was shaping the local goal - corporation.
There ordered that the Mekhanes should put dimensional, that was loaded with the Thaumasios and qualified personnel, everything possible of the battle was moving away. But it was not possible to prevent them they from reaching a myriad of assaults that were piercing and breaking it. After a few minutes the Mekhanes it(he,she) was losing his(her,your) forms and was torn into pieces in multidimensional fragments. The only(unique) table of salvation of the humanity was ruined metadimencionalmente.
A cloudiness of objects started appearing about Ploutón, they were ships that were appearing and surrounding the planets. Of them they worked out different smaller that they fell down on the cities as meteorites. In them there were swarming terrible acephalous warriors, synthetic Colossuses that were the force of destruction of another metacorporación. They went out to tear into pieces and to kill; they were the forces of the first line of the attacking goal - corporation.
Immense and powerful, they ran as a rabble of beasts for all sides. Spreading out in the cities as an avalanche of bodies without head, bodies only constructed to kill. In minutes the fire was ignited of it(he,she) her(it) fights. The giants of the local metacorporación, between(among) them M, Ayazx, Gerontes, Fratedes, Wille and Andros attacked as a stout wave to another wave of synthetic meat. The acephalous bodies started mutilating and reducing the human warriors.
Clamors and alarms saturated the irresolute facilities. All the anxious ones and urged of fighting. This way there approached the massive bodies, the vigorous muscles, the palpitating(burning) veins of warm blood. Million against million, one members' rage interlaced and broke in a thunderous snap of hatred. The beautiful architecture, made of the human giants of muscles, tendons and blood, was tearing into pieces and fragmenting, jumping in disorder meats, fluids and splinters of bone. Violent snaps were turning in chaos, the order and proportion of his(her,your) beautiful natural forms. Thus, also the bodies of the acephalous, not made giants of meat, also they were breaking and bursting, showing the fabric and the artificial fluids that were doing them. This way, they were killing themselves and dying both groups of titans. The body of M covered of blood and of pieces of the acephalous giants, which it(he,she) was killing and which were trying to kill it. Though the balance sheet(assessment) of deaths and of pain rapidly was giving him(her) the victory to another goal - corporation.
Ayazx fought like always, with more skill and cruelty that other human warriors, was covered in his(her,your) fight and defended by his(her,your) spoiled one eromenos Gerontes, which was not hesitating to risk his(her,your) life to take care of it; with this advantage Ayazx it(he,she) is killing more than any. Between(among) the chaos of bodies that kill themselves well-known Ayazx that M fights to alone, not paired like it was the custom between(among) the warriors of the goal - corporation and his(her,your) meat it wanted to be another half of the meat of M.
Taken advantage the anonymity of the fight, it(he,she) finished with some of the obstacles that were putting distance between(among) him(it) and his(her,your) desire. So when nobody saw it, with his(her,your) eromenos in front of him(it) defending it, I raise a hard arm as an iron and it(he,she) throbbed with a coarse blow, the back of the lover eromenos. The blow was so dry and striking that it(he,she) broke the column and dismantled several bones. A dark hemorrhage soon drowned(suffocated) with a dark blood, the entrails of the public inspector Gerontes, who rolled over incredulously to looking for last time at Ayazx, which already was going away in search of M. This way it(he,she) received the sad Gerontes, the young person eromenos the last payment to his(her,your) devout love.
But the Fratedes's only(unique) and worn-out(finished) eye and those of his(her,your) young woman(person) erómenos Wille, could look at that injustice. Wille got afflicted affected by the destination(destiny) of that of Gerontes.
When Ayazx noticed the looks of censorship and indignation of the two to his(her,your) back rolled over to looking at them indolently.
Fratedes still(yet) with a minimum of hope in the heart asked him(her) like a son:
- Why have you made something so bad(wrong)?
Ayazx answered him(her) lucidly and coherent:
- Why does not it do anything if it(he) is bad(wrong)? Give me a reason not to make anything bad(wrong).
Fratedes met unable to answer him(her) and extracted his(her,your) erómenos of Ayazx's vile presence and they penetrated in the battle. Ahelios approached with L the ship that would take them to the Mekhanes. But it(he,she) saw a doubt of his(her,your) ward, who is sorry his(her,your) life to empty of expectation and sense on having left his(her,your) Eromenos, was born to think and his(her,your) place was the Mekhanes but... In the grin without meaning that it(he,she) is showing itself in L, Ahelios meets to yes same, that always it(he,she) lived without motive or reason. L there had turned(become) more that I humanize and now it(he,she) it would return to be merely. In a second he(she) understands what is convenient(agrees) for him(her) more to L:
- Quédate - he(she) said to his(her,your) subordinated young person - if you divide(depart) the Mekhanes metadimensional with us, your life will remain so empty as mine. You do not have idea of what is to live through a life without aims(lenses).
L on the verge of dividing(departing) to the Mekhanes metadimensional done a look to the battle that is getting lost. He(she) thinks that the most reasonable thing is to divide and to survive, but that in a point in this storm is M, and insecure and with dread it(he,she) hesitates to approach.
This poem destined to get lost was woven in his(her,your) desperate look:
M, what desteje and it(he,she) splits silently when not these where?
The world moves back and becomes unbalanced like on rocks when not these where! When you do not return.
All the things and sounds cross me and then …
Nimis carelessly approaches and saves his(her,your) unconscious one to exist without proposing it.
When the last ship loaded with technical personnel leaves the planet course the Mekhanes Metadimensional, L stays in Ploutón with a vain desire and of looking for his(her,your) another half of his(her,your) meat between(among) the death.