9 THAUMASIOS HEKANTOKEINOS

A trillion of trillions of years before …

The android Nimis (a zombi android) travels for the agglomerated stairs with the technician L - already a young person used of low range in the vertical structure of the metha-corporation, his look is sensitive, illuminated and a bit disillusioned.
Both go for one of the miles of stairs that go off in all directions, between the saturated turns where the technical personnel of the metacorporación live. Of section in section, they are dragged by the mass of people, small men and of worried aspect they were travelling yet with more hurry that the rest; they were the assistants, in his race. His hurry was leading them to being coarse and slightly polite.
L thinks melancholy about the extravagant thing that it is the reality, the universe might have been simple, for example only particles floating in the space and this way always, but on the other hand it arose the life and his stupid spectacles. All the expressions of the life, they were for L besides overloaded, absurd and senseless. Unconcerned of the world, it was stopping thinking and was stopping attending to the forms and colors that were not mattering for him, and that perhaps were distracting it of the real being of the world. It would be all the same to him if this capricious and redundant universe was finishing tomorrow.
L and Nimis, on having gone out of the stairs 323-M came to a broad corridor; there was more air there, but slightly similar to a black procession it was hindering the step. First only they saw a compact group of small assistants, some were running from a central heap and others towards it, taking papers and instruments. In the center, a big and slow man was advancing with the difficulties of an elder. He was one of the Thaumasios Hekantokeinos ( Thaumasios, geniuses; Hekantokeinos, dark), the dark wise persons of the metacorporación and his name it was Herakón. He was old but strong and was advancing painfully towards whom it knows where, for that one building. The assistants were doing very much noise speaking itself vociferously and L look reverent and fascinated at this rare man, of this caste of the most expensive centenaries for the metha-corporation. Herakón was detaining tired of span in span; his suit was overwhelmed of appliances and wired up. His eyes and ears, they were meeting sealed by black shining instruments, but the empty basins of his eyes were fulfilled with cables, which were coming to his powerful brain.
Among the chaos that surrounds it, under the artefactos that imprison it, the dark Thaumasios exhales a tired sigh.
The Thaumasios were dominating the goal corporation though subordinated to the distant Zombis Hekantokeinos, and they were capable of calculations and enormously complex analyses that were indispensable to the humanity.
The methacorporations had complicated relations between them. It was difficult to explain for what one day there were received assaults of former partners. The speed of the historical changes was not calculated in months but in days, so that an alliance could turn tomorrow into a mortal hatred. The map of these wars was incomprehensible for the first artificial intelligences. But there were these geniuses who could understand them among the narrow and labyrinthine corridors. On having come in the dawn it was possible to see to it Thaumasios leaned on disorder by the whole building getting messages for his wired up ones, pondering the long answers, blind persons and almost immobilized by these appliances that were invading his clothes and his bodies.
L was thinking that it was a waste that so many intelligence was used for an irrational purpose: to make persist to the grim humanity.
When they was raising and moving someone for the building, his movement was awkward and slow, for the oldness and for the blindness. His activity was merely intellectual but without rest and this was supporting them in a disconnection that was making them look like the alienated ones. Sometimes also they were resting, but the eyes or the ears were not discovered; what they were feeling, in these a few minutes that one was stopping his works?, in these periods in which they hadn’t programmed any activity nor communication? – it s wondering to the immature and anonymous L.
Lacking in a life like the others, without descent, almost without past, with the eyes and the rest of senses strained of appliances; the Thaumasios only had the emptiness of itself. His empty consciences of content simply were living to pass of the time.
Perhaps without recollections in which to amuse himself , they relax with abstract constructions that only they can understand was thinking L that also he was fulfilling his hollow life with an abstract universe, of conjectures and theories. A universe foreign to the real one.
The Thaumasios, they were martyrs of a difficult epoch and if they were not sacrificing this way his lives, there would be ruined the precarious stability that the alive metacorporatión supports. It is said that these elders constructed this intelligence that now enslaves them. But it is not for the force or the extortion that this intelligence obtains his devout work and his absolute delivery. As anyone, they might escape, but on the other hand his labor will continue until the death reaches them in his inconvinient suits.
Only those who constructed the metacorporatión and who know more closely the links of government, know something it brings over of his those cannot be waived motives.
But this Thaumasios was furthermore singular that the others, no human being had born before with Herakón's cognitive capacity, his mind was the whole extraodinary reason, almost empty of emotions, was not like the usual intelligence of the technical personnel and scientists, who were submitting to the reason for the pleasure of reasoning, for the intellectual delight.
In Herakón the reason happened for the same reason, not for the pleasure of thinking. its was an intelligence in pure state, and this one was not to the service of anything any more than of itself. The others were using the reason as way and not as purpose. But for the Thaumasios Herakón, the reason could not subordinate to anything that him was low. L was admiring and sharing the convictions of the old man Thaumasios.
So much the powerful Herakón as insignificant L were looking at the beings who him were making a detour like to elementary organisms, simple puppets of the pleasure. The whole human history had happened as there had happened only for the search of the pleasure and for the distaste to the displacer of the men, a perverse humanity of marionettes always submitted to this old man mechanism of reward and sensory punishment, incorporated by the primitive evolution in the human beings … to control them.
Strangly - he was thinking subtlely L - the major pleasure that was to live and the major displacer that was to die, they were things that they were not feeling.
Finally, L comes with Nimis to his precarious locus of work (Of The Latin locus, place). To the same way that other million technical personnel, L was, under dozens of strata of responsibility, a subordinate of Herakón, he was feeling to except in his imperceptible position in the great gear of works. he was going years from his childhood, isolated in a precise and tedious task: to monitor to the metadimensionales animals. It was registering the ecology and dynamics of the populations of these beings: these were entities that were saturating the seemingly empty Aheter, invisible to 4 human dimensions. His bodies were turning and changing into 16 dimensions of the reality, but not as microscopic strings, but as massive entities that only occasionally intersectaban our world, though only fractions of an instant. though all this multitude of strangly alive beings in the metadimensionalidad was a part of this unique and closed universe that would disappear.
Imperceptible L was going years studying them, but neither in last times nor he nor other technical personnel they had caught information on the animals metadimensionales, apparently they were problems of the set of instruments who was preventing his location. Every time there was less energy for the instruments of L and in general for any machine of the metacorporación, given every time major shortage of energy in the cosmos. Probably for this now the instruments of L were not managing to register the metadimensionales animals.

But the insecure intelligence of L was thinking that it owed to another thing.