7 TITANOMAQIA

A trillion of trillions of years before …

Few events have such a degree of brutality that the wars among the metacorporations and the booty for the one that they kill and devour some others, is the most wretched for that a war has fought before: the powder, inert remains of matter, one that another fragment of planet. The last molecules are exploited in them by some order, they are the last and scanty sources of anti-entropy, in one increasingly entrópic cosmos.
It is that nothing costs any more than the order in a universe of chaos, since the disorder is death and the order, life. The Anti-entropy is the last fuel and to appropriate of it, no act of cruelty is too much.
In this occasion the local metacorporación hurries to invading and ending his neighbor, a few days ago his allied one.
One agrees the irresolute metacorporatión in a heap of opaque stars, in a black cluster of pieces of what once was an invisible galaxy and now they are only black frozen, worm-eaten fragments filled with a rachitic human civilization.
A few seconds before the assault, a frozen and calmed panorama, in which these remains are mixed, as a fine dustcloud, being mixed on it self. Suddenly, the weapon put dimensional of the attacking goal - corporation they initiate his offensive.
A point of singularity is opened in the middle of the space; with forecast, hordes of giant warriors had sowed this point of instability temporary space for that galactic heap. Now it is opened between the planets, breaking violently the gravitational balance of these worlds, turning the time up to breaking it and thousands of populations to tear it into pieces, and with him, them. The other metacorporation notices the assault, but his response is too late, even this way, initiates an untid counterattack from his thousands of planets and artificial stars. They break the alarms, and there are thrown to the defense million of troops and ships, while the space itself splits around it. After a few milliseconds of initiated the assault, the point of singularity curls the space time, of form so serious that, there create enormous zones in which the temperature increases thousands of million degrees. Almost impossible temperatures that produce the highest density, similar to that of the initial childbirth of the cosmos. A microscopic big bang ignites.
The weapon of the attacking - meta-corporation was managing to do it putting small regions of the space in root of less one. Making " imaginary time ". (An imaginary number is a number which square is negative)
First the point of singularity about negative time, time that was running backward, so that the passage of time instead of raising the disorder (entropy), was increasing the order, this way a scanty energy was accumulating to explode later, but this only was the first step of the mortal warlike useless device.
After putting the time backward, increased the anti-entropy, it(he) was becoming this in his square root, ( The square root makes lose dimensions, turns the area into a line, or the bucket into plane) so this time lost a dimension, but, in view of it was a time towards the past - especularmente - for ours, it gained it. A rare form was born like that pentiforme, difficult to conceive but really. Thus little gained energy was multiplying then exponencialmente, on having passed this energy to a major dimension. But this condition was highly unstable and was finishing in a terrible explosion of disorder or entropy, a thermodynamic snap of burst chaos everything in a complex inflation.
In this point an impressive and brutal expansion begins then, destroying everything what the irresolute metacorporación was governing. The fractures are so wild that the electrons are extracted of the atoms that later are torn into pieces in elementary particles.
The second snap tears these elementary particles into pieces in other components furthermore essential, losing in his fragmentation any known property. His fragments are so
elementary and strange, that have neither extension or duration.
Three milliseconds of initiated attack this one, the atoms re-consist and the forces of the attacking metacorporación advance to occupying the already torn into pieces heap.
But there was so big that heap of galactic remains, which in his ends some forces of the neighboring meta-corporation have achieved to survive, and they start travelling to defend violently. But the space, since(as,like) in an untid whirlpool, continues still(yet) bowing grimly for all sides, tearing these forces of defense into pieces, spreading them not only to different points of the space, but of the time.

The condition of the matter already is stable and there appear numerous quotas of tumultuous warriors. One of between this million ferreous and anonymous assassins is M, gigantic, mortally, but in some angles innocently. Enormous, stout, but pristine. His labor, since of the others, is to destroy for means more conventional what it had survived the assault metadimensional, but in addition M has a secondary order: to recover the scientific files of certain centers. Ayazx, a formidable and impetuous warrior, it rests on the search of the files.
M, Ayazx, Fratedes the injury, small Wille, happy and innocent, the sad Gerontes and hordes of other thousands of warriors distribute the surviving worlds. To this dizziness it throws itself without hesitating, seeming not to hate only the life that in it still exists, but to depreciate proper theirs. Injected of violent frenzy, they are blind to the death that they take and to which they bring. Soon hundreds of quotas and ships hit between if, and this way the forces of the two are torn into pieces metacorporations, bursting and being fulminated almost in its entirety. This does not worry the attacking metacorporación, even the corpses of his own giants will be useful as anti-entropy later, by what there are not curtailed lives and the death of 90,7 % of his warriors is not considered to be a significant loss. When the numerical and technical superiority of the local metacorporación achieves gains the battle, Fratedes, M, Ayazx, and other thousands of warriors get down as lions to few planets or still busy stations, to finishing with primitive and patient skills what I initiate with the most modern technologies of death. The most former form of murder, the clash body to body, person against person, begins. This lasts several days of bloody frenzy. Under the coarse muscles of the warriors, it slips the blood of the men of the defeated metacorporación and one more human lineage disappears of the cosmos, to be able to give life to other one. The death is the food of his lives.
Finally under the powerful arms of the extraodinary and indolent Ayazx there dies the last citizen of the defeated metacorporación.
The body of M remains also red of blood. Both warriors separate of the group. Ayazx's eyes, exaggerated of euphoria, look, close to nabbed and serene of M, in now for empty scientific enclosures. They look for the files of a nebulous investigation.
After searching uselessly in the top facilities, they penetrated for a narrow corridor that was going down in a sharpened decline.
Covered by thousands and thousands of tons of demolished constructions they found a laboratory of proofs for a metadimensional bomb, this metacorporación had been to a few days of managing them to destroy to them, and probably others it were now, there was a monstrous complex of lines of assembly fulfilled with an acid stink.
This humor of death was coming from thousands of corpses of giant slaves prisoners, human captured beings of diverse goal - corporation, a good part of them from the metacorporación to which Ayazx and M concerned.
They had been exploited for years in these facilities and murdered in the same instant in which the defeated metacorporación was attacked, in the pathetic bodies of the corpses there were seen the fingerprints of the meticulous violence, torture, hunger, which had lived, without pause in that infernal and sordid hollow. The natural beauty of the warriors, burly and big men, were shrinking and wrinkling in the ruinous bodies of these corpses, dimensions about which only they were speaking the big and massive bones, which still were obvious under the bluish and poor meats. M and Ayazx advanced between this horror without losing not even minimally his serenity. M, though young woman, was unable to be afraid or lose his calmness yet in the most horrible circumstances, and he had never lost his serenity and control. Ayazx was happy in the violence, there would be been way stamping on the sad dead men, and yet an evilness he was glad in to see his misery.
In the deepest laboratory of weapon metadimensionals, they found the files of work looked among the dead scientists.

In them, the records found on animals metadimensionales that they entrusted to search.
Far from them and taking advantage of the rasgamientos of the space and the time, big artificial bodies of the winning metacorporación loaded with teams of settling and of scientists, they establish themselves in the clúster of galactic remains. The exploitation of this region had to begin at once.


With the years this new colony would mature and remain erased all memory of what was the life and hopes of the million of consciences that populated the defeated metacorporatión