48 FREEDOM IS ONLY RANDOM

48 FREEDOM IS ONLY RANDOM

A trillion of trillions of years later …

He(She) reminded(remembered) constant that another citizen that I saw in the sands. There would never know the one who was, but it(he,she) knew that he had been, since(as) me, done at random for the Thecnetos. He was a citizen of many(many people) who are born and die in the last planet.
We would be now to an enormous distance of him(it). And if the march was continuing, it(he) would be prompt unattainably. The route of the Emissary it was not including so(then) the direction(address) that was taking age opposite to the route of that one.
Once again, it(he,she) fell down the night and the Emissary remained immobile stuttering recollections. So soon he(she) slept, I came untied carefully of one of his(her,your) hands. If, it(he,she) knew that the Emissary was also an angelos of the death. Already it(he,she) had guessed that it(he,she) had tried to kill me, when I reschedule the mekhanes that stopped fusing the Thecnetos I give the orders the emissary to give me death, and it(he,she) was unavoidable that would do it, it was impossible that to disobey forever the omnipotent Thecnetos. Why exactly would he(it) do something like that to myself to my?, I was feeling for … not that I was feeling.
I started walking of return between(among) the glooms, it(he,she) wanted to live and had to escape of him(it). First slow and then fastly. It(he,she) was returning for our way. Was it(he,she) free? I believe(create) that not. Simply it(he,she) was obeying another owner. He was a prisoner of a desire who had, but that it(he,she) had not chosen to have. It(he,she) wanted to live.
Soon, I found the fingerprints of the stranger. It(he,she) woke up in me, a former longing of escaping, living and of reaching the transmundo. I started running. My memory(report) reminded(remembered) every given step. It(he,she) seemed as if my memory(report) had planned this flight since I looked at the stranger and was planning a clear route to find it. The hours(o'clock) happened(passed) flying, until I found the point where our fingerprints were crossing with theirs. There I started following(continuing) the fingerprints of the stranger. Was this the freedom? It(he,she) was free to chase(prosecute) these fingerprints, but it(he,she) was not free to stop wanting chase(prosecute) them. It(he,she) was not even free to stop wanting be free.

But it(he,she) did not know that there is a desire stronger than the desire to live in the beings. More loudly than the hunger or the thirst. Frantic already, I noticed that my wished meeting would be nearby, but also I noticed that the Emissary was becoming increasingly unattainable. Suspect that it(he,she) would lose it it(he,she) uncalmed and confused me. It(he,she) created a distress that was stopping my steps little by little. Suddenly I detained. Something was pulling me, slightly stronger than the instinct of conservation. I gave some steps more with an effort and returned to stop(detain). This time definitively. The instinct of conservation of the individual is always a project without future provided that the individual will die. Other one, the instinct of conservation of the species(kind) or of the molecule germinal if it(he,she) can realize the longing that there is in tolo what it(he,she) is born, the desire of eternity. This longing, this madness, this fever, receives the name of love.
There it(he,she) did not know if to return or to continue. The desires of any direction(address) were exactly equal. It(he,she) was not importing how much he(she) was thinking, it(he,she) was not choosing any route. Why do we choose a door and not other one? Generally we do it for that one is convenient(agrees) more than other one. We are not free since only one can be the most profitable. Our aptitude to calculate determines the choice(election).
If they are equal or we cannot calculate, choose at random. None of these two possibilities implies being free. The freedom did not exist, only the random or an exterior(foreign) or interior determination.
So in this point it(he,she) had to choose at random between(among) the Emissary or the life. But I could not.
Then, I heard a few very distant steps in the direction(address) of the fingerprints of the stranger. It(he,she) had to be already near the latter.
Continué after his(her,your) fingerprints very slow. Of moment in moment a slight sound was betraying the direction(address) of the looked one. This way I advanced cautious and quietly. To the minutes I could see his(her,your) human figure clearly. A skinny figure leaned between(among) the stones. The stranger was put to bed between(among) a few rubbles, immobile. Almost ice cream of backs was sleeping to me. On having approached warily I could listen to his(her,your) soft breathing. I looked at his(her,your) face: it(he) was calmed and sadly. It(he,she) flooded a deep pity. I advanced slow up to him(it) and sat down to hoping that it(he,she) was waking up. And it(he,she) was like to sit down opposite to a mirror. This man there slept, dusty and worn-out(finished), this greyish being, who was really? It(he,she) was not mattering. Perhaps could it(he,she) answer to the question of whom he(she) was I really? I rubbed it with a finger slowly respecting his(her,your) dream. His(her,your) skin(leather) was cold. I felt commiseration for him(it) and for all of us, children left of the Thecnetos. Then I rubbed my own(proper) facial features(features), and in a second I understood that maybe that it(he,she) was opposite to he(she) me was I itself what would happen(pass) when I was waking up? To flee of the Thecnetos, to live rebellious to his(her,your) dark power, this it was the plan.
In it, I pondered that it was very strange that he(she) had listened to his(her,your) trodden ones, since the stranger was not walking but immobile in the dream from towards much.
What had listened? Suddenly I understood that here it(he) had to be different. A pathological humor flooded my bones.
A new sudden(sharp) and strong noise, this time and I rolled over. I saw the highest and dark Emissary behind us. It was the origin of these noises, had done them to guide to that place. It(he,she) had come very much before that I.
It(He,She) approached very silently up to him(it). His(her,your) features, more five-peseta coins that, they were never leaving to escape scarcely, a suppressed desperation and a fight. It(he,she) looked at me intensely, his(her,your) eyebrows were twisted furiously and to the center of this violent look, there was a brushstroke of pain. I moved back defeated(losing) and confused. He(it) stopped in front of the sleeping one and for a few moments it(he,she) manipulated a few confused appliances.
Then silently it(he,she) indicated with his(her,your) arm the nape of the sleeping one.
Everything was doing without the minor noise, which made me notice that the noises of before had been discussed; a bait in order that I was finding them. The silence and the calmness was aiming at a few seconds while they were continuing.
Suddenly there was a terrible noise as a crackle of the air and the whitest radiance that blinded me. Later, a dustcloud that finished in a short hiss.
I me had covered the ears(hearing) with the hands. A dustcloud surrounded us. The stranger in spite of the brutal violence of the shot, already inanimate did not lose the calmness of his(her,your) corporal attitude.
The Emissary, after it, moved away for the previous route, rough(busy) but quietly. I observed the sleeping one. It(he,she) had the torn into pieces and hollow cranium. Only the half of his(her,your) face was remaining intact and his(her,your) body remained leaned on tranquility. So expressive as a man in the dream, with the grin itself that had when I was hoping that I was waking up. What had happened(passed)? To where was it this thing that we we all have and that we lose on having died? I left it trembling and to the minutes I joined to the Emissary. This one was waiting for me.

While it(he,she) was advancing towards him(it), his(her,your) look was supported at the level of mine, being done every time, clearer and alive(vivacious). Concentrated of ire. On having come near him(it), it(he,she) made sharply me something violent, it(he,she) spent(passed) his(her,your) arms around me, being too tight very but very loudly with them and also with his(her,your) head. I felt that me it was impossible to breathe or to escape. I was afraid of the endless unconsciousness that would come. Finally the Emissary was fulfilling the orders of the Thecnetos. Also it(he,she) would lose it that all the conscious beings have: the subjective impression(printing) of existing. But on the other hand I felt that the embrace of the Emissary was not mortal, listened to a short and anxious exhalation of his(her,your) chest(breast), with which the Emissary was finding certain alleviation to a long distress.
I did not understand the meaning of this gesture but I me swore that it(he,she) would not try to escape of him(it) nevermore. Neither he understood it.
And neither it(he,she) might escape already of me.