15 WORDS TO A BACK
It(He,She) has 4 minutes to speak with Herakón. Be precise - he(she) said an android qualia (automatons with conscience) to the technician L.
L enters(approaches) the metal-worker locus of the Thaumasios, which it expects sat from backs for him in a high couch. Crossed of cables, he(she) spoke to him(her) from this arrogant position always about backs.
- technician Ahelios we have received his(her,your) discovery of the disappearance of the animals metadimensionales and a report of a small theory that was predicting it. It(he) is very unexpected - Herakón said, insurance from his(her,your) birth of his(her,your) intellectual superiority.
I am not Ahelios - he(she) said L insecurely - I am his(her,your) assistant L.
Herakón took trouble terribly, annoyed he(she) asked to the android - qualia:
- Why am I speaking with this subordinate? Withdraw it.
- apparently it(he) looked like he(it) it(he,she) predicted the disappearance of encourage them metadimensionales - he(she) said the android qualia J - And it(he,she) has a theory with the one that realized his(her,your) prediction, only he(it) might explain it.
Herakón still(yet) of backs and distant to L, remained quiet.
Then he(she) said impersonally:
-Explíquese in a few seconds.
- I have left the mathematical details of my prediction to the android - qualia, in order that you check them, - he(she) said L warily - apparently it looked like the disappearance of the animals metadimensionáles it(he,she) means another thing furthermore(moreover) serious … though actually(indeed) it(he,she) is indifferent - he(she) thought for yes.
L waited for a comment or Herakón's question to continue, but this one did not say anything. After a certain silence the android - qualia indicated him to L with gestures that it(he,she) should continue.
- according to my theory the universe is prompt to disappearing, or rather to becoming uninhabitable, Because of it the animals metadimensionáles have disappeared. We will remain caught in a mortal universe.
Herakón did not answer anything. And it(he,she) continued immobile, without never turning round, as if L already he(she) had moved back(retired), or as if it(he,she) had never been present
L added with very low voice:
- this one will be the last human generation who could support in the cosmos …
The android - qualia I indicate to L that the meeting had finished and this one was dazzled.
L felt that it(he,she) had committed a great mistake on having bothered the Thaumasios with such an extravagant and awkward(stubborn) theory. An inconvinient shame flooded his(her,your) spirit.
For his(her,your) side, Herakón felt relief of the silent retreat of L, disgusted of speaking with a civil servant of so low range. Fastly it(he,she) began to check the technical information of the theory that already had entered for the wired up one that was penetrating his(her,your) eyes up to his(her,your) brain. He(she) was not delaying nevermore of a few seconds in order that Herakón was finding contradictions in the works of the technical personnel.
But the theory that L had stopped amazing seemed not to contain any mistake. Page after page there were no contradictions or empty suppositions. But what mas disturbed(embarrassed) to Herakón's brilliancy was that it(he,she) had as a moment that to struggle to understand his(her,your) theoretical structure. On his(her,your) life, which had lasted several centuries, this confusion had never experimented, it(he,she) had never had to return to read a paragraph to deal. There had to be a mistake, it was impossible that it(he,she) was happening(passing). In his(her,your) brain, alone fact of reasons, appeared after centuries an impertinent emotion.
As soon as it(he,she) stopped studying the report, he(she) understood immediately his(her,your) meaning, then corporation met virtually the Zombis Hekantokeinos, last persons in charge of the goal.
On the other hand, Herakón's almost artificial organs did not stop noticing the chemical humor that existed expelido L in his(her,your) locus; it(he,she) examined it, they were chemical derivatives of feniletilamina and the oxitosina.
They did not owe to the typical edginess about that they were speaking with the terrible Thaumasios, Herakón identified another thing prohibited in the brain of that technician besides his(her,your) ominous intelligence.
Something that would lose to this ridiculous intelligence. And that would avenge that insult.
domingo, 19 de diciembre de 2010
16 RUBBLES OF PHILOSOPHIES
16 RUBBLES OF PHILOSOPHIES
A trillion of trillions of years later …
My days were finishing, but he(she) needed only some more, per years he(she) had studied the Mekhanes, driven to despair I altered the mechanism of one, ultimately not since(as,like) manage to revert his(her,your) mortal mission. It(he,she) would gain(earn) a few seconds more of life, days to think, it was a minuscule revolt to the omnipotent Thecnetos, while my meats were returning to be re-composed by the rescheduled Mekhanes, a voice in my mind started speaking, woken up by the disturbing letter:
" How will they see the world L and M? ". " Will they see it with the same colors with which I see them? Or will his(her,your) minds organize otherwise the bath of stimuli that receive his(her,your) senses? " " What will feel to be different? " " What difference will be in one feeling, being different? "
I am a thing but, a thing that perceives other things? The things, they have to be, without conscience of being. My I it(he,she) sees colors, feels textures and thinks. But to think and to feel was everything opposite of being a thing, since these - I believe(create) - neither think they do not even feel. And as the matter it is the only(unique) thing that exists in the nature, it(he,she) was meaning that to have I was not to be a part(report) of the nature, was not to be.
While the upset Mekhanes saves me, I look on the sand at a beautiful and cracked warrior of stone, his(her,your) left arm this one eaten away of an amorphous scar, fallen(fallen due) mouth arrives does million years. I sit(feel) his(her,your) coldness, see his(her,your) gray colors. When I stop seeing or touching it it, this warrior is without color or temperature, but it(he,she) continues being. What means that this color and temperature are secondary features of the warrior. While I do not see it still(yet) it(he,she) is, without need to be perceived. Because of it the most intimate kernel of the things is invisible. And the color that I see or the texture that I sit(feel) are not the statue. I am at the time a blind person.
What it(he,she) puts opposite to my me, only is a graph drawn by my mind to orientate myself in the darkness of another world, the world of the things that cannot feel, the unthinkable ones, the matter in his(her,your) inhuman reality, his(her,your) legitimate reality how will he be really the transparent being of that voluminous giant of stone marked by this scar?
The real world is woven of a substance without color, without form. It(he,she) will be, I think, that the senses are too narrow channels, for which it(he,she) cannot spend(pass) the world up to us. So we would say that ours I it(he) is alone, surrounded of if same. Forms that replace the things of out and help them represent, replacing them, without managing to know her directly. Nor the man across the Emissary manages to know the Thecnetos, which is impossible to be known.
Later the voice in me, he(she) was quiet. Was this voice I? Though it(he,she) it was, it(he,she) had to stop thinking and returning to the inertia. Soon.
But the long loneliness and an unlimited time to think as the only(unique) possible activity made me fall down again. Surrounded with the absurd real world, it(he,she) was dreaming of the perfection and coherence of the transmundo, which across the letter it(he,she) had glimpsed. A hot world of coherences was floating far from me.
I will return à la carte, which(who) was containing abundant neologisms. The rest was understandable only by half(?half), but nonetheless(though) it was a miraculous accident, the most valuable piece of investigation(research). For her(it) it(he,she) would know something certain on the life in this beyond(farther), and might - without danger - investigate in my ultra-remote neighbors.
It was not important if he(she) her(it) was not dealing with this moment and it(he,she) stopped worrying the evidence of a mistake in the Thecnetos. My life is saturated of inexplicable facts and of apparent mistakes. Being the life since(as,like) it(he,she) is for the modern man, only an expert might distinguish the normal of the madness or of the dreams. To give him(her) sense to what come our eyes we lack science and even superstition.
A trillion of trillions of years later …
My days were finishing, but he(she) needed only some more, per years he(she) had studied the Mekhanes, driven to despair I altered the mechanism of one, ultimately not since(as,like) manage to revert his(her,your) mortal mission. It(he,she) would gain(earn) a few seconds more of life, days to think, it was a minuscule revolt to the omnipotent Thecnetos, while my meats were returning to be re-composed by the rescheduled Mekhanes, a voice in my mind started speaking, woken up by the disturbing letter:
" How will they see the world L and M? ". " Will they see it with the same colors with which I see them? Or will his(her,your) minds organize otherwise the bath of stimuli that receive his(her,your) senses? " " What will feel to be different? " " What difference will be in one feeling, being different? "
I am a thing but, a thing that perceives other things? The things, they have to be, without conscience of being. My I it(he,she) sees colors, feels textures and thinks. But to think and to feel was everything opposite of being a thing, since these - I believe(create) - neither think they do not even feel. And as the matter it is the only(unique) thing that exists in the nature, it(he,she) was meaning that to have I was not to be a part(report) of the nature, was not to be.
While the upset Mekhanes saves me, I look on the sand at a beautiful and cracked warrior of stone, his(her,your) left arm this one eaten away of an amorphous scar, fallen(fallen due) mouth arrives does million years. I sit(feel) his(her,your) coldness, see his(her,your) gray colors. When I stop seeing or touching it it, this warrior is without color or temperature, but it(he,she) continues being. What means that this color and temperature are secondary features of the warrior. While I do not see it still(yet) it(he,she) is, without need to be perceived. Because of it the most intimate kernel of the things is invisible. And the color that I see or the texture that I sit(feel) are not the statue. I am at the time a blind person.
What it(he,she) puts opposite to my me, only is a graph drawn by my mind to orientate myself in the darkness of another world, the world of the things that cannot feel, the unthinkable ones, the matter in his(her,your) inhuman reality, his(her,your) legitimate reality how will he be really the transparent being of that voluminous giant of stone marked by this scar?
The real world is woven of a substance without color, without form. It(he,she) will be, I think, that the senses are too narrow channels, for which it(he,she) cannot spend(pass) the world up to us. So we would say that ours I it(he) is alone, surrounded of if same. Forms that replace the things of out and help them represent, replacing them, without managing to know her directly. Nor the man across the Emissary manages to know the Thecnetos, which is impossible to be known.
Later the voice in me, he(she) was quiet. Was this voice I? Though it(he,she) it was, it(he,she) had to stop thinking and returning to the inertia. Soon.
But the long loneliness and an unlimited time to think as the only(unique) possible activity made me fall down again. Surrounded with the absurd real world, it(he,she) was dreaming of the perfection and coherence of the transmundo, which across the letter it(he,she) had glimpsed. A hot world of coherences was floating far from me.
I will return à la carte, which(who) was containing abundant neologisms. The rest was understandable only by half(?half), but nonetheless(though) it was a miraculous accident, the most valuable piece of investigation(research). For her(it) it(he,she) would know something certain on the life in this beyond(farther), and might - without danger - investigate in my ultra-remote neighbors.
It was not important if he(she) her(it) was not dealing with this moment and it(he,she) stopped worrying the evidence of a mistake in the Thecnetos. My life is saturated of inexplicable facts and of apparent mistakes. Being the life since(as,like) it(he,she) is for the modern man, only an expert might distinguish the normal of the madness or of the dreams. To give him(her) sense to what come our eyes we lack science and even superstition.
17 ZOMBIS HEKANTOKEINOS
17 ZOMBIS HEKANTOKEINOS
A trillion of trillions of years before …
- there is no doubt that there are no animals metadimensionales. - Said the Zombis Hekantokeinos - already we had suspected this in our own(proper) investigations(researches) and they were verified on having compared them those who had made other metacorporaciones. But to the end(purpose) we find a theoretical way of verifying it thanks to his(her,your) new theory.
- it(he,she) was going time sospechándolo - said Herakón that he(she) had presented the technical models of L as(like) his(yours). He(she) considered an inappropriate extravagancy of the random that this theory should appear in a dark technician and not in him(it). In addition understanding it seemed to her to be so obvious and necessary that he was sure that he(it) inevitably would develop it. It(he,she) was thinking about identifying even the germ of these ideas in his(her,your) past reflections.
- now it is evident that the animals metadimensionales have become extinct(gone out) or have committed suicide - Herakón added.
- he(she) understands why, not? - the Zombis Hekantokeinos said
- Sí - said Herakón - happy to verify that it(he,she) was true the end(purpose). The universe already is closely together of his(her,your) disappearance, the civilizations will not be able to continue developing in the nearby future beyond an alone generation. This generation.
- it(he,she) urges a solution - the Zombis Hekantokeinos said
- the life of every the one who does not last any more than a generation, why to complain? - said Herakhón - an alone generation is the only(unique) thing through that always a person could have lived, there is no difference if there are others, for every individual. Let's stop piously to die to the humanity.
- the only aim of the life is to continue living, if we do not do it we stop being alive(vivacious) beings and sense would not ma be.
- Which are the orders of the anti-Hekantokeinos? - I ask Herakón.
- we must find a solution they answered.
- it(he,she) cannot haberla - said Herakón - Not for us the beings tetradimensionales (*).
- We must design a project to find an exit - said the híper-cognitive zombis of the Hekantokeinos - to this problem. It(he,she) will have to restructure the organization of his(her,your) planets and colonies subordinated to the search of an exit. I used all the available energy; in addition it(he,she) is of supreme urgency to find a deeper level to our theories put philosophical.
After his(her,your) short orders. The Zombis Hekantokeinos left Herakón, and returned to the cloudy(nebulous) artificial enclosure where human these without soul or conscience "live".
Herakón remained alone once finished the virtual meeting with the powerful zombis. In his(her,your) almost artificial interior, of between(among) his(her,your) made me of pure logic and reason, the poison of a happiness rose, his(her,your) happiness of being able to see the death of what more he(she) hated: the life.
- when I see the grim humanity striven only to live and to multiply - he(she) thinks - only a word pulsates in my mind! Annihilation! But finally it(he,she) will finish the absurd organic life. The calmness and perfection of the end(purpose) approaches. That ends the life!, finally after trillions of years of existence that stops multiplying this irrational molecule germinal!
- everything will stop - he(she) thought pantingly and mortal Herakón - and everything finally will be perfect coherence and emptiness.
And debilitated, it(he,she) was left to dispel for the weariness between(among) his(her,your) equipments(teams) of maintenance. The following day when it(he,she) was waking up of his(her,your) dream without images or forms, Herakón would arrange the reorganization of the equipment(team) to design an exit, he(she) was entrusting that it was impossible to find it. His(her,your) structure and members were formed(training) in his(her,your) slept mind. In a few days it(he,she) would begin the construction. The life and destinations(destinies) all would change, subordinated to the new mission of the metacorporación. All the prominent figures would leave his(her,your) habitual responsibilities for this search. But accidental Herakón would join two destinations(destinies) that had born to live separated.
(*) A being unidimensional is a line, a two-dimensional being is a plane a three-dimensional being is a volume. A being tetradimencional is a temporary being a volume in movement)
A trillion of trillions of years before …
- there is no doubt that there are no animals metadimensionales. - Said the Zombis Hekantokeinos - already we had suspected this in our own(proper) investigations(researches) and they were verified on having compared them those who had made other metacorporaciones. But to the end(purpose) we find a theoretical way of verifying it thanks to his(her,your) new theory.
- it(he,she) was going time sospechándolo - said Herakón that he(she) had presented the technical models of L as(like) his(yours). He(she) considered an inappropriate extravagancy of the random that this theory should appear in a dark technician and not in him(it). In addition understanding it seemed to her to be so obvious and necessary that he was sure that he(it) inevitably would develop it. It(he,she) was thinking about identifying even the germ of these ideas in his(her,your) past reflections.
- now it is evident that the animals metadimensionales have become extinct(gone out) or have committed suicide - Herakón added.
- he(she) understands why, not? - the Zombis Hekantokeinos said
- Sí - said Herakón - happy to verify that it(he,she) was true the end(purpose). The universe already is closely together of his(her,your) disappearance, the civilizations will not be able to continue developing in the nearby future beyond an alone generation. This generation.
- it(he,she) urges a solution - the Zombis Hekantokeinos said
- the life of every the one who does not last any more than a generation, why to complain? - said Herakhón - an alone generation is the only(unique) thing through that always a person could have lived, there is no difference if there are others, for every individual. Let's stop piously to die to the humanity.
- the only aim of the life is to continue living, if we do not do it we stop being alive(vivacious) beings and sense would not ma be.
- Which are the orders of the anti-Hekantokeinos? - I ask Herakón.
- we must find a solution they answered.
- it(he,she) cannot haberla - said Herakón - Not for us the beings tetradimensionales (*).
- We must design a project to find an exit - said the híper-cognitive zombis of the Hekantokeinos - to this problem. It(he,she) will have to restructure the organization of his(her,your) planets and colonies subordinated to the search of an exit. I used all the available energy; in addition it(he,she) is of supreme urgency to find a deeper level to our theories put philosophical.
After his(her,your) short orders. The Zombis Hekantokeinos left Herakón, and returned to the cloudy(nebulous) artificial enclosure where human these without soul or conscience "live".
Herakón remained alone once finished the virtual meeting with the powerful zombis. In his(her,your) almost artificial interior, of between(among) his(her,your) made me of pure logic and reason, the poison of a happiness rose, his(her,your) happiness of being able to see the death of what more he(she) hated: the life.
- when I see the grim humanity striven only to live and to multiply - he(she) thinks - only a word pulsates in my mind! Annihilation! But finally it(he,she) will finish the absurd organic life. The calmness and perfection of the end(purpose) approaches. That ends the life!, finally after trillions of years of existence that stops multiplying this irrational molecule germinal!
- everything will stop - he(she) thought pantingly and mortal Herakón - and everything finally will be perfect coherence and emptiness.
And debilitated, it(he,she) was left to dispel for the weariness between(among) his(her,your) equipments(teams) of maintenance. The following day when it(he,she) was waking up of his(her,your) dream without images or forms, Herakón would arrange the reorganization of the equipment(team) to design an exit, he(she) was entrusting that it was impossible to find it. His(her,your) structure and members were formed(training) in his(her,your) slept mind. In a few days it(he,she) would begin the construction. The life and destinations(destinies) all would change, subordinated to the new mission of the metacorporación. All the prominent figures would leave his(her,your) habitual responsibilities for this search. But accidental Herakón would join two destinations(destinies) that had born to live separated.
(*) A being unidimensional is a line, a two-dimensional being is a plane a three-dimensional being is a volume. A being tetradimencional is a temporary being a volume in movement)
18 LETTERS FROM BEYOND
18 LETTERS FROM BEYOND
A trillion of trillions of years later …
This letter created in me a vain desire to know this another universe, it(he,she) was not floating in the distances of the Ouranos that it(he) was empty, had to be in some another place of the last planet. I decided that it(he,she) would leave the exploration of the deserts, which had been my only(unique) occupation until this day, and would travel up to this dreamed one "transmundo", to achieve it it(he,she) had to continue cheating the Mekhanes and to survive, later it(he,she) would leave me to kill for the Thecnetos. To achieve it first he(she) would study the letter; he(she) would dedicate her next days. She(it) delivered me soon rare(strange) and new emotions. It(he,she) would examine calmly and to except the customs of a humanity of whom I was foreign, of that we all - paradoxically - were foreign. This life had to be full of darkness and of worry(restlessness)!
I turned it to reading trying to understand something more, but he(she) was not finding anything clear of his(her,your) author: L, not of his(her,your) addressee M. It(he) was very disturbing it of the language. I know that only the machines have a common language that flows for all sides and epochs and that the human being does not have anything similar. I know that the language that each one invents in loneliness is an atavism. A coarse act I reflect that he(she) neither reports it(he,she) cannot also link to a community, provided that already there is no community, not anything to communicate. Because of it, I should not understand the letter not even by half(?half). It was extremely strange! Until it is not a question of a communication between(among) human remote beings, but between(among) machines or between(among) the Emissary and the Thecnetos. I reread the letter and noticed that this was impossible. But, on the other hand, any investigation(research) never departs from the doubts, from the certainties. The incomprehension is not a reason to desist, but rather to start walking. I was encouraging this way, until an emptiness similar to a fear was assaulting me. On having studied the letter and having postponed my death would it(he,she) be disobeying the Theos del Thecnetos? Or more seriously: was it possible to disobey the Thecnetos if this one really was a Theos?
Do not be... The words were neither those of the solitary one nor those of a machine that, since he(she) supposed, were the only(unique) inhabitants of this "only(unique)" world. And the rarest thing(most strange thing), I noticed a tenuous sensation of familiarity in them. A species(kind) of intimate communication between(among) me and these two prominent figures, not of content, but of another type, and this was the most serious thing.
If only it had been a letter! In a few days he(she) would have forgotten her, since I have forgotten to my short age already so many things.
What a lot of cities of rare(strange) geometry I have crossed and forgotten! For what a lot of strange gardens, of stone and sand I have strolled around! What a lot of statues of giants I found! The melancholy, different ferreous some, his(her,your) bodies like corpses of stone I have visited, have admired and now already they have be disuelto, already they have gone away. They are not. I forgot them.
Of all the problems that me there caused the letter, the worst it was this fleeting feeling of familiarity; because of it my emotion of finding it had been an ingenuous recklessness.
The first delivery had got excited in a series that would destroy me and of the one that very soon might not flee.
A trillion of trillions of years later …
This letter created in me a vain desire to know this another universe, it(he,she) was not floating in the distances of the Ouranos that it(he) was empty, had to be in some another place of the last planet. I decided that it(he,she) would leave the exploration of the deserts, which had been my only(unique) occupation until this day, and would travel up to this dreamed one "transmundo", to achieve it it(he,she) had to continue cheating the Mekhanes and to survive, later it(he,she) would leave me to kill for the Thecnetos. To achieve it first he(she) would study the letter; he(she) would dedicate her next days. She(it) delivered me soon rare(strange) and new emotions. It(he,she) would examine calmly and to except the customs of a humanity of whom I was foreign, of that we all - paradoxically - were foreign. This life had to be full of darkness and of worry(restlessness)!
I turned it to reading trying to understand something more, but he(she) was not finding anything clear of his(her,your) author: L, not of his(her,your) addressee M. It(he) was very disturbing it of the language. I know that only the machines have a common language that flows for all sides and epochs and that the human being does not have anything similar. I know that the language that each one invents in loneliness is an atavism. A coarse act I reflect that he(she) neither reports it(he,she) cannot also link to a community, provided that already there is no community, not anything to communicate. Because of it, I should not understand the letter not even by half(?half). It was extremely strange! Until it is not a question of a communication between(among) human remote beings, but between(among) machines or between(among) the Emissary and the Thecnetos. I reread the letter and noticed that this was impossible. But, on the other hand, any investigation(research) never departs from the doubts, from the certainties. The incomprehension is not a reason to desist, but rather to start walking. I was encouraging this way, until an emptiness similar to a fear was assaulting me. On having studied the letter and having postponed my death would it(he,she) be disobeying the Theos del Thecnetos? Or more seriously: was it possible to disobey the Thecnetos if this one really was a Theos?
Do not be... The words were neither those of the solitary one nor those of a machine that, since he(she) supposed, were the only(unique) inhabitants of this "only(unique)" world. And the rarest thing(most strange thing), I noticed a tenuous sensation of familiarity in them. A species(kind) of intimate communication between(among) me and these two prominent figures, not of content, but of another type, and this was the most serious thing.
If only it had been a letter! In a few days he(she) would have forgotten her, since I have forgotten to my short age already so many things.
What a lot of cities of rare(strange) geometry I have crossed and forgotten! For what a lot of strange gardens, of stone and sand I have strolled around! What a lot of statues of giants I found! The melancholy, different ferreous some, his(her,your) bodies like corpses of stone I have visited, have admired and now already they have be disuelto, already they have gone away. They are not. I forgot them.
Of all the problems that me there caused the letter, the worst it was this fleeting feeling of familiarity; because of it my emotion of finding it had been an ingenuous recklessness.
The first delivery had got excited in a series that would destroy me and of the one that very soon might not flee.
19 A DREAM GIVES L
19 A DREAM GIVES L
A trillion of trillions of years before …
The evanescent dawn it(he,she) is waking up, delineating Plouton's constructions, a city hanging and growing on the remains of other one torn into pieces it(he,she) does very much, that in turn was done by the deformed parts of other one more ancient, and once again and this way even to the countless thing. Staying an involved(crafty) building full of turns and useless passages(tickets), of monstrous big things already without use, and between(among) so many labyrinthine points, the locus of L, where a worried dream was sleeping as all those that it(he,she) had from the day of the report brought by M and Ayazx. In his(her,your) dreams constructed of a weak material, it(he,she) was returning to Herakón's locus, this one was still sat of backs and to more height of him(it), but a few stairs, which L had not noticed in the wake, were coming up to the Thaumasios.
Softly L raised the black steps, pulled down but onlooker of seeing the face of the dark wise person, so superior to all and to him(it) itself, this one in turn, it(he,she) was starting turning slowly in his(her,your) chair, anxious to appear to L. When both slow movements ended, coinciding in his(her,your) end(final), L he(she) met the deep look of an extraodinary man; M was occupying the seat of the Thaumasios Herakón, his(her,your) figure overloaded of muscles they were exceeding the dimensions of that throne, and of the instruments connected to him(it). M looked deeply to L and without moving the lips, said these rare(strange) words:
Also I dream of you.
Later he(she) was quiet affected, suppressing an afflicted or panting gesture, a question was hesitating in his(her,your) mouth and the second ones were happening(passing) stopping her, then looking to L it(he,she) threw(launched) it:
There is other one who reads your letters.
To the awakening L he(she) felt sickly sadness. He(she) thought about this cloudy(nebulous) made giant now only about an incomplete recollection. He(she) thought that prompt, when it(he,she) was ending the universe, as his(her,your) theory was supporting, M would finish. But why was it(he,she) importing for him(her) the destination(destiny) of this distant stranger? Wise very well that the distaste to the death was not justifying itself rationally in anything bad(wrong) that in her(it) existed, but only in a primitive(original) instinct. A trick of the blind evolution that was forcing the alive(vivacious) beings to want to live. It was not important for him(it) to live or to die, but M … in a second L I want to save to the alone world in order that M existed.
It(He,She) took(caught) a paper(role) and wrote the second letter to exorcize these mistaken and forbidden emotions:
M.:
On my sadness of today,
The real kernel of the matter is that …
A trillion of trillions of years before …
The evanescent dawn it(he,she) is waking up, delineating Plouton's constructions, a city hanging and growing on the remains of other one torn into pieces it(he,she) does very much, that in turn was done by the deformed parts of other one more ancient, and once again and this way even to the countless thing. Staying an involved(crafty) building full of turns and useless passages(tickets), of monstrous big things already without use, and between(among) so many labyrinthine points, the locus of L, where a worried dream was sleeping as all those that it(he,she) had from the day of the report brought by M and Ayazx. In his(her,your) dreams constructed of a weak material, it(he,she) was returning to Herakón's locus, this one was still sat of backs and to more height of him(it), but a few stairs, which L had not noticed in the wake, were coming up to the Thaumasios.
Softly L raised the black steps, pulled down but onlooker of seeing the face of the dark wise person, so superior to all and to him(it) itself, this one in turn, it(he,she) was starting turning slowly in his(her,your) chair, anxious to appear to L. When both slow movements ended, coinciding in his(her,your) end(final), L he(she) met the deep look of an extraodinary man; M was occupying the seat of the Thaumasios Herakón, his(her,your) figure overloaded of muscles they were exceeding the dimensions of that throne, and of the instruments connected to him(it). M looked deeply to L and without moving the lips, said these rare(strange) words:
Also I dream of you.
Later he(she) was quiet affected, suppressing an afflicted or panting gesture, a question was hesitating in his(her,your) mouth and the second ones were happening(passing) stopping her, then looking to L it(he,she) threw(launched) it:
There is other one who reads your letters.
To the awakening L he(she) felt sickly sadness. He(she) thought about this cloudy(nebulous) made giant now only about an incomplete recollection. He(she) thought that prompt, when it(he,she) was ending the universe, as his(her,your) theory was supporting, M would finish. But why was it(he,she) importing for him(her) the destination(destiny) of this distant stranger? Wise very well that the distaste to the death was not justifying itself rationally in anything bad(wrong) that in her(it) existed, but only in a primitive(original) instinct. A trick of the blind evolution that was forcing the alive(vivacious) beings to want to live. It was not important for him(it) to live or to die, but M … in a second L I want to save to the alone world in order that M existed.
It(He,She) took(caught) a paper(role) and wrote the second letter to exorcize these mistaken and forbidden emotions:
M.:
On my sadness of today,
The real kernel of the matter is that …
20 PARANOID CONSIDERATIONS
20 PARANOID CONSIDERATIONS
A trillion of trillions of years later …
The letters were a blurry map towards the mysterious transmundo, my heart that had born dead and he would die dead, now it(he,she) was dreaming of living in that place. Only it could only to come to him(it). But to come was it(he,she) possible?
Oh, punishment of the vices! Obsessed for understanding what was passing on having read the letters, I came to extravagant hypotheses and finally I gave in the terrible one:
I thought:
Only there is a language for every human being. I understand this language, therefore these letters only I could have written them.
If the language that I think and I never declare it(he) is only mine, there are others in me who wrote these words, and if I do not understand them now, are that I am lost in me itself, of me itself. Because of it do not be who I am.
I shivered with horror in the empty room.
Then, inside me - in my madness - other personalities were living; some separated from others. I now me was stumbling, for accident, over the correspondence that there were sending these other secret personalities that were living in me. Only it would explain the familiarity that they were producing to me and the premonition of understanding(including) something that he(she) was never understanding(including).
Probably it(he,she) does much had solved a battle in me for the domination of my conscience. I had lost and been doomed(condemned) to disappear. Relegated, now I only was when other one was relaxing, when he(she) forgot, when it(he,she) was getting tired of thinking. Probably other one was living in a different planet, in this coherent and royal(real) transmundo, and was misled me inside this other one I, living(inhabiting) only his(her,your) distractions, his(her,your) deliriums(ravings). Probably, reading you, that you accompany me in these elucubraciones, share this unreal corner with me, in some place forgotten the mind of a stranger.
Or you are you the royal(real) owner of what I believed my conscience, and scouts with disdain the meditations of something lost inside you. Something that however much you strain, you cannot silence.
In end(purpose), this hypothesis filled me with an unspeakable melancholy, more than for confirming my alienation, for my dream breaking of being able to investigate and reach the dreamed exterior(foreign) life. In fact, if this is true, there is no exterior(foreign) royal(real) life, there nor is Emissary there nor is Thecnetos. The transmundo of perfection would not be any more than a dream, fabric with you swim.
This way I was turning in these solitary emotional masturbations, jumping untid of conjecture in conjecture.
Soon I forgot the hypothesis of the madness and happily I never returned to her(it). I was like the slept one that takes momentarily conscience of which it(he,she) dreams, and then the forms of the dream catch it and turn it to being deceptive, sinking(destroying) it, already without hope to emerge of the mistake.
A trillion of trillions of years later …
The letters were a blurry map towards the mysterious transmundo, my heart that had born dead and he would die dead, now it(he,she) was dreaming of living in that place. Only it could only to come to him(it). But to come was it(he,she) possible?
Oh, punishment of the vices! Obsessed for understanding what was passing on having read the letters, I came to extravagant hypotheses and finally I gave in the terrible one:
I thought:
Only there is a language for every human being. I understand this language, therefore these letters only I could have written them.
If the language that I think and I never declare it(he) is only mine, there are others in me who wrote these words, and if I do not understand them now, are that I am lost in me itself, of me itself. Because of it do not be who I am.
I shivered with horror in the empty room.
Then, inside me - in my madness - other personalities were living; some separated from others. I now me was stumbling, for accident, over the correspondence that there were sending these other secret personalities that were living in me. Only it would explain the familiarity that they were producing to me and the premonition of understanding(including) something that he(she) was never understanding(including).
Probably it(he,she) does much had solved a battle in me for the domination of my conscience. I had lost and been doomed(condemned) to disappear. Relegated, now I only was when other one was relaxing, when he(she) forgot, when it(he,she) was getting tired of thinking. Probably other one was living in a different planet, in this coherent and royal(real) transmundo, and was misled me inside this other one I, living(inhabiting) only his(her,your) distractions, his(her,your) deliriums(ravings). Probably, reading you, that you accompany me in these elucubraciones, share this unreal corner with me, in some place forgotten the mind of a stranger.
Or you are you the royal(real) owner of what I believed my conscience, and scouts with disdain the meditations of something lost inside you. Something that however much you strain, you cannot silence.
In end(purpose), this hypothesis filled me with an unspeakable melancholy, more than for confirming my alienation, for my dream breaking of being able to investigate and reach the dreamed exterior(foreign) life. In fact, if this is true, there is no exterior(foreign) royal(real) life, there nor is Emissary there nor is Thecnetos. The transmundo of perfection would not be any more than a dream, fabric with you swim.
This way I was turning in these solitary emotional masturbations, jumping untid of conjecture in conjecture.
Soon I forgot the hypothesis of the madness and happily I never returned to her(it). I was like the slept one that takes momentarily conscience of which it(he,she) dreams, and then the forms of the dream catch it and turn it to being deceptive, sinking(destroying) it, already without hope to emerge of the mistake.
21 BIOLOGY OF THE DEATH
21 BIOLOGY OF THE DEATH
A trillion of trillions of years before …
The news of the disappearance of the animals metadimensionales infiltrated into the population. And it(she) was known by the whole metacorporación and also by his(her,your) enemies.
Initially there was no reaction, but soon the desperation and the horror started germinating for the whole universe. The battles were paralyzed in all sides of the dark Aheter.
This one would be the last human generation. It(he,she) was unavoidable.
After a period of nonchalance the wars were resumed, but with more force and number. Apparently now it(he,she) was more crucial that to never win(expire) to other, given the precariousness of the matter and the time that they were reducing.
This way a numerous and total hecatomb ate away the life along the dark universe. The local goal - corporation did not delay in attacking, but in view of the multitude of goal - corporation now enemy either, the assault was always insufficient. To kill the nearby ones and to hope that the distant ones kill themselves was the slogan.
Equally given the magnitude of this desperate battle, the goal - corporation diminished in a few days to only a few million systems.
The impossibility of a permanent solution led then to a long calmness and a cessation of the wars. This way, the human beings, without expectation of living, lost the motivation of killing.
In the social disorder that remained nobody it(he,she) knew his(her,your) place. What we are it(he,she) does not depend on the past as many(many people) they believe, but from what it(he,she) expects for us in the future. But now, without future, nobody knew the one who was.
The social structure of the local goal - corporation was dissolving and losing, falling down on yes same, in spite of the efforts of the Zombis Hekantokeinos and the Thaumasios. This way the parts before structured and separated of this goal - organism were combining with foreign others, before isolated of them. Because of it M and L they were between(among) the chaos, in these last days of the humanity.
In the anonymity of the night in a place anyone M accompanied of the old man Fratedes and of Wille was whispering a sensitive song to the frozen air succumbed of melancholy. Between(among) the darknesses well-known Fratedes with his(her,your) only(unique) eye that an invisible technician them was spying on. Though worried of if it would be the better(best) thing it(he,she) decided to take Wille's hand and to stop suddenly to alone to M. Before stopping going away I return the head to gun-sight the two eromenois that newly this day would be known.
In spite of the advice(council) of his(her,your) tutor Ahelios L taken by an unreasonable instinct, it(he,she) had quarrelled like to find the warrior and still(yet) without knowing it it(he,she) had expiated it several nights without being seen.
All these days it(he,she) was justifying them rationally L since he(she) was studying to M and to yes same. But the night that I listen to this sad singing in the mouth of slightly new M I take the reins of his(her,your) will.
This way so(then), in these days in which the things were stopping being what it were M and L they were situated privately and since they were seen they did not stop one day being looked. But there were very small the days that were staying...
A trillion of trillions of years before …
The news of the disappearance of the animals metadimensionales infiltrated into the population. And it(she) was known by the whole metacorporación and also by his(her,your) enemies.
Initially there was no reaction, but soon the desperation and the horror started germinating for the whole universe. The battles were paralyzed in all sides of the dark Aheter.
This one would be the last human generation. It(he,she) was unavoidable.
After a period of nonchalance the wars were resumed, but with more force and number. Apparently now it(he,she) was more crucial that to never win(expire) to other, given the precariousness of the matter and the time that they were reducing.
This way a numerous and total hecatomb ate away the life along the dark universe. The local goal - corporation did not delay in attacking, but in view of the multitude of goal - corporation now enemy either, the assault was always insufficient. To kill the nearby ones and to hope that the distant ones kill themselves was the slogan.
Equally given the magnitude of this desperate battle, the goal - corporation diminished in a few days to only a few million systems.
The impossibility of a permanent solution led then to a long calmness and a cessation of the wars. This way, the human beings, without expectation of living, lost the motivation of killing.
In the social disorder that remained nobody it(he,she) knew his(her,your) place. What we are it(he,she) does not depend on the past as many(many people) they believe, but from what it(he,she) expects for us in the future. But now, without future, nobody knew the one who was.
The social structure of the local goal - corporation was dissolving and losing, falling down on yes same, in spite of the efforts of the Zombis Hekantokeinos and the Thaumasios. This way the parts before structured and separated of this goal - organism were combining with foreign others, before isolated of them. Because of it M and L they were between(among) the chaos, in these last days of the humanity.
In the anonymity of the night in a place anyone M accompanied of the old man Fratedes and of Wille was whispering a sensitive song to the frozen air succumbed of melancholy. Between(among) the darknesses well-known Fratedes with his(her,your) only(unique) eye that an invisible technician them was spying on. Though worried of if it would be the better(best) thing it(he,she) decided to take Wille's hand and to stop suddenly to alone to M. Before stopping going away I return the head to gun-sight the two eromenois that newly this day would be known.
In spite of the advice(council) of his(her,your) tutor Ahelios L taken by an unreasonable instinct, it(he,she) had quarrelled like to find the warrior and still(yet) without knowing it it(he,she) had expiated it several nights without being seen.
All these days it(he,she) was justifying them rationally L since he(she) was studying to M and to yes same. But the night that I listen to this sad singing in the mouth of slightly new M I take the reins of his(her,your) will.
This way so(then), in these days in which the things were stopping being what it were M and L they were situated privately and since they were seen they did not stop one day being looked. But there were very small the days that were staying...
22 THE SAD TRIPS
22 THE SAD TRIPS
A trillion of trillions of years later …
Another letter, as a meteorite of the future, came a few days later and reinforced my interest of hurgador. Here it(he,she) is:
M.:
On my sadness of today,
The real kernel of the matter is
That you are not to my side looking with me at the ceiling;
That I have not come a bit late to start being united;
That you are not in an impatient point of the platforms hoping that I come;
That there will no be a corridor or a stairs in which suddenly they give us desire and let's embrace each other, and in this intensity that is the embrace sintamos the essential thing of us themselves and you assure of that not only we live in this house, but one inside other one.
The kernel of my sadness, this evening it(he,she) empties,
It(He,She) is that I begin to accept that we are two rivers,
Each one with his(her,your) own(proper) way towards the sea.
That the time that we still have before coming to the shade, will not be shared
Since I dreamed so often while it(he,she) was looking at you of distant view.
I have been exploring for your territories and have not found you, you have not fled of me, but you did not know that it(he,she) was covering you searching. But something makes me be afraid
That not only was a random this misunderstanding(mix-up) just between us;
That there was something of intention of your part(report).
Others will hear in the intimacy of one evening anyone these things that worry you so much.
And I will not be I who finds the words that encourage you, and will not harvest the pretty form in which your eyes smile.
In spite of the fact that I scare more than any thing to look for yourself,
In spite of the fact that I have a feeling that only you might give me
This embrace that does that one gets lost in the time, as you were saying.
Will not you be in my future?
If it(he,she) is like that, what little importance has the world that I still have.
Though with you
He(She) would wish more than never to live, To live forever.
The last explanation of my sadness and of my weariness this evening, is that still(yet) I waste my time dreaming you … L
Again this damned familiarity in me. A fleeting condition(state) of being in the time. Once spent(passed), it(he,she) could already neither identify it nor retain it. But it(he,she) could never understand it. I was wondering in what precise place of the last planet they were written and envoys these letters. It(he,she) had to travel up to this place. The one who was this L that he(she) them was writing, and who this M that was receiving them or probably, that was not receiving them? As if there was something prohibited or obscene in them, I was hiding in unattainable places to reread them. Though, thinking it well, what places are not in the last planet unattainable?
After the first letter I decided to explore the desert, thing that had never tried for dread of what they were enclosing. In these trips it(he,she) would look for new ruins and Mekhanes of maintenance, since the place already could not be used. I scare the trip so(then,since) the first thing that I found you them swim of the desert it was only the last floors(flats) of a building in the middle of an ocean of sand. In I slept produced after my walk along the surrounding regions: these were not ruins. It(he,she) had to continue.
I discovered later, that the ruins nearest to these were to approximately three weeks of way from here (in them I found the third letter). When it(he,she) comes to them first run up with very crowded buildings, so much that only of side I could walk between(among) them.
This way - they know since(as,like) all - to understand(include) a building it is necessary to see it a bit of distant view, but these are to few centimeters of the face. This way, also the world is to few centimeters of us, but nobody can approach successfully his(her,your) comprehension, like that be inside us same.
These ruins were dating back of before the extinction of the human company(society) (though not of the man), and of before the Thecnetos was taking the total control of the cosmos.
After a few hours(o'clock) of crossing the narrowest passages(tickets), the buildings were begun to destejer and to demolish. There were between(among) them a few very coarse and coarse bridges of stone that raise between(among) the modern buildings that were million more ancient years. They were, insurance, the work of a human Barbarian, already extinct culture, but that lived in an epoch later(posterior) to the death of the first humanity. Notice that they lived more as animals than as men in the last already empty planets. She was a beastly(great) humanity who coexisted or survived the birth of the Thecnetos, though only nearly time.
I discovered also in my visit to these unknown ruins, a few statues of stout men giving shouts placed in niches of stone, though the most surprising of this system of ruins they were a few statues populating another fragmentary amphitheatre.
They were hundreds of statues of massive men. Colossuses disguised by the wind of papers(roles) and of shreds of fabric. They were getting up to different levels, more or less concentric to a stony concavity. These human masses had the closed eyes, as if durmieran; but they were expressing a mysterious life, proving to be imperturbable, immobile, dry and nevertheless, alive(vivacious). She was a numerous cracked, but insensitive population to the pain of his(her,your) wounds of granite. Vagué between(among) this population of dynamic but still forms, only and anonymous as(like) always.
Without importing the varied positions and attitudes that they were representing (very dramatic some) all were keeping the eyes closed, as if they had been stopped(detained) suddenly by a paralizante cataclysm and remained turned since then towards yes same, in an intense and intimate thought; a thought that was needing an eternity of time to be solved.
I was thinking uncomfortably that at the end of this eternity they would find his(her,your) answers and would return to move his(her,your) heavy muscles and to breathe with his(her,your) vigorous torsoes. Probably it would happen at any time. While, they would remain paralyzed and I might walk insurance between(among) them. Though warily, probably already the world had spent(consumed) an eternity and they would return to the life suddenly.
Later, it(he,she) would know that in a sense, was not wrong.
The statues were repeating the only(unique) human form, the very different one to mine and to the rest of the current humanity. The bodies of the statues were drawn of big and beautiful curves, of strong and beautiful volumes that were producing a rare(strange) sensation of taste on having been conference, inexplicable phenomenon that he(she) accompanies always on everything what is beautiful. A mysterious association and without explanation, since there is no reason in order that the beautiful thing has to be also pleasant.
In addition I remembered(reminded) other one of these inexplicable associations: always I noticed that the beauty accompanies to all the pure and natural things, for what deduje for years the statues had to correspond(fit) to the forms of the men of the former humanity. To the prehistory. That one that forged the Thecnetos and later it(he,she) disappeared. Certainly, it is necessary to remember that in the planet the former humanity has to understand himself(herself) like the most finished and perfect thing, and the current one as the degenerate thing and degraded.
One of these enormous and beautiful men tape-worm one of the eyes erased(smeared) of scars and he(she) was sleeping leaned on a beast of marble. I had a little rest in him(it). Flooded with a lukewarm weariness, I closed the eyes emulating some kind of traviesamente to the night's sleeps statues, playing at being one of them and I took delight privately in the lukewarm temperature of the evening.
Taking(Catching) the hand of marble of the giant old man injury, I left myself to sleep for the weariness, and was like a ship that was left to sink(destroy) indifferently and intoxicated up to the darkness.
But, for between(among) the snarl of titanic bodies I perceived nabbed movements. A sordid thing was crossing fastly, that stony landscape. While, the giants were gravitating as dense stars of stone around me, in his(her,your) perfect and eternal immobility, inert(passive), but similar to the life. I do not know it, I believed then that this shade, these noises and these piedrecillas crumbling they were looking for me and that they were it that I was calling the Emissary.
Wanting to flee of this distaste, I huddled my transitory dream to the dream without pauses of the man of stone, produced of the long trek of three days. The statue was still immobile and calm, living through his(her,your) own(proper) dream without images or sensations. Of his(her,your) hand the world was going out and igniting other one, really my one, since the modern man only is singular on having slept, since in it it(he,she) neither looks like the others he(she) does not even share his(her,your) dreams either with the Emissary or with the Thecnetos. For him(it) only it is this universe of lie that they are the dreams. Because of it only on having slept the modern man legitimately is, and on having woken up already not. To the awakening he(she) dies.
Already my dreams were bursting in other dreams, as waves on other waves. I remember(remind) the last one of them, one appellant:
I dreamed that he(she) was finding the Emissary in my house and strangly it(he) was not been frightened. It(he,she) was finding it at the end of the corridor, looking for the window at an infinite to get dark. My dream gave human form to the Emissary. It(he,she) saw his(her,your) wide back, stillly opposite to this dusty Sun. In the dream I walked towards him(it), slowly and without noise in order that I was not obvious. Already near him(it) I extended my hand up to his(her,your) shoulder, and on having rubbed it with a finger - since(as,like) always it happened - softly I woke up.
A trillion of trillions of years later …
Another letter, as a meteorite of the future, came a few days later and reinforced my interest of hurgador. Here it(he,she) is:
M.:
On my sadness of today,
The real kernel of the matter is
That you are not to my side looking with me at the ceiling;
That I have not come a bit late to start being united;
That you are not in an impatient point of the platforms hoping that I come;
That there will no be a corridor or a stairs in which suddenly they give us desire and let's embrace each other, and in this intensity that is the embrace sintamos the essential thing of us themselves and you assure of that not only we live in this house, but one inside other one.
The kernel of my sadness, this evening it(he,she) empties,
It(He,She) is that I begin to accept that we are two rivers,
Each one with his(her,your) own(proper) way towards the sea.
That the time that we still have before coming to the shade, will not be shared
Since I dreamed so often while it(he,she) was looking at you of distant view.
I have been exploring for your territories and have not found you, you have not fled of me, but you did not know that it(he,she) was covering you searching. But something makes me be afraid
That not only was a random this misunderstanding(mix-up) just between us;
That there was something of intention of your part(report).
Others will hear in the intimacy of one evening anyone these things that worry you so much.
And I will not be I who finds the words that encourage you, and will not harvest the pretty form in which your eyes smile.
In spite of the fact that I scare more than any thing to look for yourself,
In spite of the fact that I have a feeling that only you might give me
This embrace that does that one gets lost in the time, as you were saying.
Will not you be in my future?
If it(he,she) is like that, what little importance has the world that I still have.
Though with you
He(She) would wish more than never to live, To live forever.
The last explanation of my sadness and of my weariness this evening, is that still(yet) I waste my time dreaming you … L
Again this damned familiarity in me. A fleeting condition(state) of being in the time. Once spent(passed), it(he,she) could already neither identify it nor retain it. But it(he,she) could never understand it. I was wondering in what precise place of the last planet they were written and envoys these letters. It(he,she) had to travel up to this place. The one who was this L that he(she) them was writing, and who this M that was receiving them or probably, that was not receiving them? As if there was something prohibited or obscene in them, I was hiding in unattainable places to reread them. Though, thinking it well, what places are not in the last planet unattainable?
After the first letter I decided to explore the desert, thing that had never tried for dread of what they were enclosing. In these trips it(he,she) would look for new ruins and Mekhanes of maintenance, since the place already could not be used. I scare the trip so(then,since) the first thing that I found you them swim of the desert it was only the last floors(flats) of a building in the middle of an ocean of sand. In I slept produced after my walk along the surrounding regions: these were not ruins. It(he,she) had to continue.
I discovered later, that the ruins nearest to these were to approximately three weeks of way from here (in them I found the third letter). When it(he,she) comes to them first run up with very crowded buildings, so much that only of side I could walk between(among) them.
This way - they know since(as,like) all - to understand(include) a building it is necessary to see it a bit of distant view, but these are to few centimeters of the face. This way, also the world is to few centimeters of us, but nobody can approach successfully his(her,your) comprehension, like that be inside us same.
These ruins were dating back of before the extinction of the human company(society) (though not of the man), and of before the Thecnetos was taking the total control of the cosmos.
After a few hours(o'clock) of crossing the narrowest passages(tickets), the buildings were begun to destejer and to demolish. There were between(among) them a few very coarse and coarse bridges of stone that raise between(among) the modern buildings that were million more ancient years. They were, insurance, the work of a human Barbarian, already extinct culture, but that lived in an epoch later(posterior) to the death of the first humanity. Notice that they lived more as animals than as men in the last already empty planets. She was a beastly(great) humanity who coexisted or survived the birth of the Thecnetos, though only nearly time.
I discovered also in my visit to these unknown ruins, a few statues of stout men giving shouts placed in niches of stone, though the most surprising of this system of ruins they were a few statues populating another fragmentary amphitheatre.
They were hundreds of statues of massive men. Colossuses disguised by the wind of papers(roles) and of shreds of fabric. They were getting up to different levels, more or less concentric to a stony concavity. These human masses had the closed eyes, as if durmieran; but they were expressing a mysterious life, proving to be imperturbable, immobile, dry and nevertheless, alive(vivacious). She was a numerous cracked, but insensitive population to the pain of his(her,your) wounds of granite. Vagué between(among) this population of dynamic but still forms, only and anonymous as(like) always.
Without importing the varied positions and attitudes that they were representing (very dramatic some) all were keeping the eyes closed, as if they had been stopped(detained) suddenly by a paralizante cataclysm and remained turned since then towards yes same, in an intense and intimate thought; a thought that was needing an eternity of time to be solved.
I was thinking uncomfortably that at the end of this eternity they would find his(her,your) answers and would return to move his(her,your) heavy muscles and to breathe with his(her,your) vigorous torsoes. Probably it would happen at any time. While, they would remain paralyzed and I might walk insurance between(among) them. Though warily, probably already the world had spent(consumed) an eternity and they would return to the life suddenly.
Later, it(he,she) would know that in a sense, was not wrong.
The statues were repeating the only(unique) human form, the very different one to mine and to the rest of the current humanity. The bodies of the statues were drawn of big and beautiful curves, of strong and beautiful volumes that were producing a rare(strange) sensation of taste on having been conference, inexplicable phenomenon that he(she) accompanies always on everything what is beautiful. A mysterious association and without explanation, since there is no reason in order that the beautiful thing has to be also pleasant.
In addition I remembered(reminded) other one of these inexplicable associations: always I noticed that the beauty accompanies to all the pure and natural things, for what deduje for years the statues had to correspond(fit) to the forms of the men of the former humanity. To the prehistory. That one that forged the Thecnetos and later it(he,she) disappeared. Certainly, it is necessary to remember that in the planet the former humanity has to understand himself(herself) like the most finished and perfect thing, and the current one as the degenerate thing and degraded.
One of these enormous and beautiful men tape-worm one of the eyes erased(smeared) of scars and he(she) was sleeping leaned on a beast of marble. I had a little rest in him(it). Flooded with a lukewarm weariness, I closed the eyes emulating some kind of traviesamente to the night's sleeps statues, playing at being one of them and I took delight privately in the lukewarm temperature of the evening.
Taking(Catching) the hand of marble of the giant old man injury, I left myself to sleep for the weariness, and was like a ship that was left to sink(destroy) indifferently and intoxicated up to the darkness.
But, for between(among) the snarl of titanic bodies I perceived nabbed movements. A sordid thing was crossing fastly, that stony landscape. While, the giants were gravitating as dense stars of stone around me, in his(her,your) perfect and eternal immobility, inert(passive), but similar to the life. I do not know it, I believed then that this shade, these noises and these piedrecillas crumbling they were looking for me and that they were it that I was calling the Emissary.
Wanting to flee of this distaste, I huddled my transitory dream to the dream without pauses of the man of stone, produced of the long trek of three days. The statue was still immobile and calm, living through his(her,your) own(proper) dream without images or sensations. Of his(her,your) hand the world was going out and igniting other one, really my one, since the modern man only is singular on having slept, since in it it(he,she) neither looks like the others he(she) does not even share his(her,your) dreams either with the Emissary or with the Thecnetos. For him(it) only it is this universe of lie that they are the dreams. Because of it only on having slept the modern man legitimately is, and on having woken up already not. To the awakening he(she) dies.
Already my dreams were bursting in other dreams, as waves on other waves. I remember(remind) the last one of them, one appellant:
I dreamed that he(she) was finding the Emissary in my house and strangly it(he) was not been frightened. It(he,she) was finding it at the end of the corridor, looking for the window at an infinite to get dark. My dream gave human form to the Emissary. It(he,she) saw his(her,your) wide back, stillly opposite to this dusty Sun. In the dream I walked towards him(it), slowly and without noise in order that I was not obvious. Already near him(it) I extended my hand up to his(her,your) shoulder, and on having rubbed it with a finger - since(as,like) always it happened - softly I woke up.
23 ARE NATURAL LAWS INFINITE? I
23 ARE NATURAL LAWS INFINITE? I
A trillion of trillions of years before …
One of the first things that Herakón determined these days of chaos, was a high virtual meeting. I humanize nothing it(he,she) would take part directly in this debate. Some of them as Herakón were taking part across a system that was synthesizing the opinions of the population of Thaumasios. Also anonymous some of them could intervene, though before his(her,your) contributions were evaluated and condensed by systems of artificial logic.
The mission: to take at least a level beyond(farther,further), the whole goal - philosophy (Evolution and merger of the former ones, science and philosophy.) in vogue. The levels known about the nature were explaining always for the previous ones: the biology was explaining for the chemistry, this one for the physics, this one for the science of the particles and the fields, and these for more fundamental trans-physical others and so on for several levels more. Then, one was starting already entering the areas of the goal - philosophy that he(she) was studying to the same being. But the goal - philosophy was not speculative and was universal. Of a new progress be doing it might have a new technology, only like that there might be hopes of an exit to the final problem. Pero Herakón was trusting that he(she) would not be.
The urgency of removing the bases themselves of the standard metafilosofía, to go deeper, was to achieve a new technology. Capable of what the current one could not: to save the human life especially and the life itself in general. Later part(report) of the debate moves to the human language.
The first problem that we will approach is: are the laws of the nature finite or infinite? - he(she) said across a few pulses of very low frequency the MG - that was a series of expert systems that had been constructed about the database of the molecule germinal.
Are - added Herakón - dug and understood(included) hundreds of levels of the nature, since there excelled themselves the science and the archaic philosophy (in the revolution epistemológica of the goal - philosophy). But still(yet) we have not come to the bottom(fund). There are no evidences of which we approach the last level, if it is. One after other one the revolutions have happened epistemológicas, the last one 300 years ago without never coming to the fundamental structure of the nature. This abyss to the one that appears the science has it(he,she) bottom(fund)? There is an atom an indivisible and final unit of the royal(real) thing?
- probably the final entity, without parts(reports) nor structure, the atom, exists - said anonymous L to slant the logical híper of the central system of artificial intelligence (HLSCIA), the nomenclature of his(her,your) rare(strange) dialect was issued(emitted) in a few electrical pops - probably we should have dug towards the smallest thing, but to the biggest thing, the entity without parts(reports) nor structure, the atom might be everything, the most general epiphenomenon of which we go away alejando. - he(she) concluded - we contradict Ourselves when we consider to the universe ontológicamente one, but epistemológicamente diversely.
On the equipments(teams) and conduits a rare(strange) Theknos was stretching amorphous and linearly, this linear thing was moving for the whole ship across thin fissures and was a mixture(mixing) of parts(reports) of the mind of the Hekantokeinos. After an own(proper) internal discussion, it(he,she) contributed his(her,your) own(proper) approach:
- if there were finite the laws of the nature and his(her,your) levels of complexity will goal - philosophy be able to describe this last level? Or will atom prevent that it could think about him(it), for being previous he(it) itself on having thought and foundation of this one?
A line organisation that was moving as a floating mass of luminous filaments intervened:
- in the beginning everything was a chaos and nothing was understandable to the conscience. The different levels of the nature (cosmic, social, biological, chemist, physicist, subatomic) were not observed related between(among) yes. Later the proto-metafilosofía (The science.) it(he,she) started connecting some to others. This task has not ended still(yet). But it(he,she) does not matter if it(he,she) has end(purpose) or not this way, a trip to a lower alone level might be useful. Probably let's find a technology to solve the death of the universe.
- probably yes - added Herakón - or probably not.
- comprehension is a compression, - he(she) added anonymous L by means of the logical useless device - the goal - philosophy looks for laws mas simple to explain the most complex thing and fewer laws to explain increasingly phenomena.
A trillion of trillions of years before …
One of the first things that Herakón determined these days of chaos, was a high virtual meeting. I humanize nothing it(he,she) would take part directly in this debate. Some of them as Herakón were taking part across a system that was synthesizing the opinions of the population of Thaumasios. Also anonymous some of them could intervene, though before his(her,your) contributions were evaluated and condensed by systems of artificial logic.
The mission: to take at least a level beyond(farther,further), the whole goal - philosophy (Evolution and merger of the former ones, science and philosophy.) in vogue. The levels known about the nature were explaining always for the previous ones: the biology was explaining for the chemistry, this one for the physics, this one for the science of the particles and the fields, and these for more fundamental trans-physical others and so on for several levels more. Then, one was starting already entering the areas of the goal - philosophy that he(she) was studying to the same being. But the goal - philosophy was not speculative and was universal. Of a new progress be doing it might have a new technology, only like that there might be hopes of an exit to the final problem. Pero Herakón was trusting that he(she) would not be.
The urgency of removing the bases themselves of the standard metafilosofía, to go deeper, was to achieve a new technology. Capable of what the current one could not: to save the human life especially and the life itself in general. Later part(report) of the debate moves to the human language.
The first problem that we will approach is: are the laws of the nature finite or infinite? - he(she) said across a few pulses of very low frequency the MG - that was a series of expert systems that had been constructed about the database of the molecule germinal.
Are - added Herakón - dug and understood(included) hundreds of levels of the nature, since there excelled themselves the science and the archaic philosophy (in the revolution epistemológica of the goal - philosophy). But still(yet) we have not come to the bottom(fund). There are no evidences of which we approach the last level, if it is. One after other one the revolutions have happened epistemológicas, the last one 300 years ago without never coming to the fundamental structure of the nature. This abyss to the one that appears the science has it(he,she) bottom(fund)? There is an atom an indivisible and final unit of the royal(real) thing?
- probably the final entity, without parts(reports) nor structure, the atom, exists - said anonymous L to slant the logical híper of the central system of artificial intelligence (HLSCIA), the nomenclature of his(her,your) rare(strange) dialect was issued(emitted) in a few electrical pops - probably we should have dug towards the smallest thing, but to the biggest thing, the entity without parts(reports) nor structure, the atom might be everything, the most general epiphenomenon of which we go away alejando. - he(she) concluded - we contradict Ourselves when we consider to the universe ontológicamente one, but epistemológicamente diversely.
On the equipments(teams) and conduits a rare(strange) Theknos was stretching amorphous and linearly, this linear thing was moving for the whole ship across thin fissures and was a mixture(mixing) of parts(reports) of the mind of the Hekantokeinos. After an own(proper) internal discussion, it(he,she) contributed his(her,your) own(proper) approach:
- if there were finite the laws of the nature and his(her,your) levels of complexity will goal - philosophy be able to describe this last level? Or will atom prevent that it could think about him(it), for being previous he(it) itself on having thought and foundation of this one?
A line organisation that was moving as a floating mass of luminous filaments intervened:
- in the beginning everything was a chaos and nothing was understandable to the conscience. The different levels of the nature (cosmic, social, biological, chemist, physicist, subatomic) were not observed related between(among) yes. Later the proto-metafilosofía (The science.) it(he,she) started connecting some to others. This task has not ended still(yet). But it(he,she) does not matter if it(he,she) has end(purpose) or not this way, a trip to a lower alone level might be useful. Probably let's find a technology to solve the death of the universe.
- probably yes - added Herakón - or probably not.
- comprehension is a compression, - he(she) added anonymous L by means of the logical useless device - the goal - philosophy looks for laws mas simple to explain the most complex thing and fewer laws to explain increasingly phenomena.
24 MAN WITHOUT FACE
24 MAN WITHOUT FACE
A trillion of trillions of years later …
Out of the dream the shade had been the Emissary, in effect, and had another letter in my chest(breast). The paper(role) was yellowish and old, but the ink in the letters was new. Another letter come from the transmundo. Once again these two persons after these two letters:
M.:
In a few minutes you will come,
I wait for you impatiently...
I think how many things must be fulfilled still(yet) in the world before you come,
Though only they are a few minutes.
I sit(feel) his(her,your) vastness in this frozen banking.
Fearful as if the past could change, I enumerate
These coincidences and randoms on that our meeting depended.
I notice that these requirements are not ended there, that it(he,she) needed more.
For example, all your infancy and the precise history of our thousands of forbears in order that this night it happens
As it happens.
I wait for you,
I sweeten the second ones thinking about you.
Now I know that all the past and his(her,your) digest of details and details have needed.
Not only our past, but that of the entire cosmos,
The whole world has collaborated in order that you exist.
The whole universe has been precise
In order that you avenge this night and go on with me these hours to my side.
Already I see you,
I am opposite to a too singular fact.
Already I see you coming for the bridge and I understand on having seen the beauty of your eyes
That the sweetness of these hours to your side
It(He,She) him(her) might not have cost less to the universe.
L.
After reading, I continued attending the clearest reality, the well-known existence of the silent planet, the massive slept statue, the letter, and in her(it) the mystery come from this transmudo of dreams, one to prompt which it(he,she) would come. With the disdain that has the tide in leaving useless things, the random would bring to me this foreign and miraculous correspondence. I, a silent and lost point in the vastness, might for this mistake investigate in the soul of a remote man. Yes, known, maybe minuscule, but royal(real).
I will be like a solitary diver immersed in the depths of a dark being and without face, crossing the most secret and sensitive kernels of a particular personality. Certainly, I must add that I itself ignore my face; leagues and leagues of desert and there is no an alone mirror that says to me how I am, or if perhaps I have face, since I do not know if I have forms or if only I am a part(report) of the wind that crosses this world that the Thecnetos arranges and governs Mas what imports this! I am in intimate contact with me itself, sit(feel) whom I am, and now I explore the intimacy of another being. A part of he(it) now me belongs(concerns), or in something now we are one. What matters that we are ghosts without body, thoughts without form or location! I was looking in L, with more depth and certainty that to the inert(passive) things at that I look every day and that they never reveal his(her,your) close friend to be, though I know, they it have. In this already I am also a minuscule reflection(reflex) of the Thecnetos, which is, nobody ignores it, a cognitive excellent entity.
I started moving away from these ruins fulfilled(filled) with slept giants and from his(her,your) consciences without content, since it is what is a thing, a being conciente you are welcome. The powder of my steps was joining the powder that always was strolling I calm, and that was turning for the roundness of the planet. But a worry(restlessness) was going being woven in me.
A morbid arrogance was going off in me: probably one day might reach another cosmos where they were living(inhabiting) M and L. might I alter his(her,your) existence? They were altering already mine, it(he,she) tries the communication between(among) our two universes.
But my tricks to survive and my doubts on the Thecnetos did not happen(pass) unnoticed. In the deep of the planet they were starting moving and when guardian travelled up to me a Theknos and his(her,your) mission was to stop(detain) my thoughts and to stop(detain) my mind.
His(Her,Your) arrival was nearby.
In front of me an absorbed landscape of ruins in yes same simply existed; they were so vast as indifferent of what my poor heart was feeling.
And to this heart already it was not enough to him(her) only to investigate the semantic sense of the letters; it(he,she) needed to rub his(her,your) owners with a finger at least, not only to handle them theoretically. It(he,she) wanted to alter at least microscopically his(her,your) destinations(destinies).
I remembered that a minuscule change in some minimal detail of the world modifies the whole future and his(her,your) effect, for trivially that looks like, it(he,she) saturates the whole world, all the future. Every thing that moves in the universe moves quite and perhaps it(he,she) modifies also the past.
Thinking this way, I was stopping to fall(to fall due) a papelito or was pushing a piedrecilla and was flooding an upset happiness to suppose the tenuous effects that this could provoke in the distant M and L. So many loneliness and ignorance had in my youth that I delivered myself to this game of knowledge and manipulation in his(her,your) more minimal dose. These ridiculous exercises(fiscal years) at the time were enough to me, though only nearly time.
It seemed to be false that the man could be in this game a microscopic sham of the Thecnetos, but actually(indeed) the knowledge is a game of strange nature. Only for attainable being to all we do not notice the rarety of the phenomenon conciente.
I understood(included) that across the letters little it(he,she) was advancing. It(he,she) had to cost(suit) me of the Emissary who was bringing them to have another approach and probably to obtain the final route. If it was an Emissary, the Thecnetos also will send dispositions(regulations) to those cloudy(nebulous) M and L across him(it). The steps of the Emissary probably would tread on the dreamed soil of the transmundo where they were living, something of his(her,your) architecture of happiness they would(still) stay in him(it), when it(he,she) was returning to this dead world.
To follow(continue) it might allow that I should come to the transmundo! I who only had born to die, then would live.
But this being is very shy. My initial exaltation was vanishing rapidly in disappointment, the difficulties were turning(becoming) the highest walls. But the desire to live was assaulting me and was bitting me, while it(he,she) was looking at the bottomless distance of the evenings. Do not be why I supposed so many things of those mistaken letters.
The letters! Here the following one:
M.:
This night I am so in love,
So unjustly in love.
But the night is so good
That is generously loaded with stars.
What bad(wrong) luck to be inspired love this way.
Today I trust in the wicked city
And I know that it(he,she) does not import how much run for the empty architecture of the night.
I will not get lost.
The most sweet notes are born and fall down as flowers
While his(her,your) forms conspire to give him to be and beauty
To me upset feeling.
A deep but indolent beauty,
Since(As,Like) you, sometimes.
I am so sensitive, so too conscious of every note, of every pause
Of this delicate music
That is constructed and advances as a surge, as a wind fit.
But more sweets that these jumps of the melody
They are these brief seconds
In that I believe that you love me.
It is good to be like that,
So(As) unjust and precariously in love,
Because I know that you reserve
A place and a few hours for me.
And this way your look, your lukewarm hands, they will yield him a bit of his(her,your) beauty
To this night,
To the stars,
To the music
That I breathe and that I dream.
This night so infinitely far from you.
With longing, L.
On having understood the Emissary I will understand the messages - my thought was whispering - and maybe there is ended the infinity and the muteness of this planet. It(he,she) imports for me now neither the frozen wind that always faces either my way, or the useless landscapes, always indifferent and inert(passive), nor the oldness that from my birth was advancing in my meats. It is not important this world-weariness that is to live and to expect to return to be for insensitive powder, world-weariness of the answers not to know, not if these are the questions, it(he,she) was not mattering; now, at least in my hope, the transmundo, existed.
My curiosity turned soon into obsession and later into a bountiful fantasy. It(he,she) was waiting eagerly(impatiently) for the letters to be a spy, an escudriñador, an imitation of the Thecnetos or of the Emissary, to be an elucubrador, to be something different from the usual thing, which was to be nobody, to stop not being brief.
This way it(he,she) was occupying my days planning complex plans, and in the nights it(he,she) was dreaming them realized. One of these nights was dreamed by me that it(he,she) was killing the Emissary and that it(he,she) was opening his(her,your) body. It(he,she) was now in this dream a species(kind) of insect or of made object of organic pieces, joined by artificial conjunctures. I was astonishing that an angel of the Thecnetos was such a monstrous being. I examined the organs of the Emissary, and in his(her,your) interior I found letters and diverse appliances, still not said words, the chronogram of visits, and a plane to come up to the Thecnetos and also up to the trasmundo. Between(among) the entrails a code was also to speak with the molecule germinal.
Already often it(he,she) had come to the same conclusion: the Emissary was the hinge between(among) the world and I, between(among) the world and the Thecnetos. How to understand the letters or any thing without understanding the Emissary?
To the awakening I took the (hallucinated) decision to kill it and then to crumble his(her,your) body to study it. This way entendería the architecture of the Emissary, or, that of an appliance of communication between(among) the Thecnetos and the men. A bridge between(among) this last remote planet and that distant universe where M were living and L. And it was like to dissect a shade to be able to know how he is really the being who was projecting it. To understand it was needing to understand these two things and was a guarantee to do it.
But it(he,she) did not know that the languages of the body are more complex and vast than that they use the Thecnetos to do a spaceship. Only to understand how he(she) was breathing the Emissary would last centuries. But this way, anyhow, there was arising the vague project to capture it or of following(continuing) it.
In the nights there was very much silence, sometimes it(he,she) heard a noise as(like) of stones that were falling some on others. They were the slow but tenacious movements of small automatons travelling in the darkness, his(her,your) form was like that of a medium book of very heavy metal. Short appendices of variable number were surrounding them. His(her,your) noise frustrated me repeatedly. I ignore of what it(he,she) forms(trains) they serve to the Thecnetos.
A trillion of trillions of years later …
Out of the dream the shade had been the Emissary, in effect, and had another letter in my chest(breast). The paper(role) was yellowish and old, but the ink in the letters was new. Another letter come from the transmundo. Once again these two persons after these two letters:
M.:
In a few minutes you will come,
I wait for you impatiently...
I think how many things must be fulfilled still(yet) in the world before you come,
Though only they are a few minutes.
I sit(feel) his(her,your) vastness in this frozen banking.
Fearful as if the past could change, I enumerate
These coincidences and randoms on that our meeting depended.
I notice that these requirements are not ended there, that it(he,she) needed more.
For example, all your infancy and the precise history of our thousands of forbears in order that this night it happens
As it happens.
I wait for you,
I sweeten the second ones thinking about you.
Now I know that all the past and his(her,your) digest of details and details have needed.
Not only our past, but that of the entire cosmos,
The whole world has collaborated in order that you exist.
The whole universe has been precise
In order that you avenge this night and go on with me these hours to my side.
Already I see you,
I am opposite to a too singular fact.
Already I see you coming for the bridge and I understand on having seen the beauty of your eyes
That the sweetness of these hours to your side
It(He,She) him(her) might not have cost less to the universe.
L.
After reading, I continued attending the clearest reality, the well-known existence of the silent planet, the massive slept statue, the letter, and in her(it) the mystery come from this transmudo of dreams, one to prompt which it(he,she) would come. With the disdain that has the tide in leaving useless things, the random would bring to me this foreign and miraculous correspondence. I, a silent and lost point in the vastness, might for this mistake investigate in the soul of a remote man. Yes, known, maybe minuscule, but royal(real).
I will be like a solitary diver immersed in the depths of a dark being and without face, crossing the most secret and sensitive kernels of a particular personality. Certainly, I must add that I itself ignore my face; leagues and leagues of desert and there is no an alone mirror that says to me how I am, or if perhaps I have face, since I do not know if I have forms or if only I am a part(report) of the wind that crosses this world that the Thecnetos arranges and governs Mas what imports this! I am in intimate contact with me itself, sit(feel) whom I am, and now I explore the intimacy of another being. A part of he(it) now me belongs(concerns), or in something now we are one. What matters that we are ghosts without body, thoughts without form or location! I was looking in L, with more depth and certainty that to the inert(passive) things at that I look every day and that they never reveal his(her,your) close friend to be, though I know, they it have. In this already I am also a minuscule reflection(reflex) of the Thecnetos, which is, nobody ignores it, a cognitive excellent entity.
I started moving away from these ruins fulfilled(filled) with slept giants and from his(her,your) consciences without content, since it is what is a thing, a being conciente you are welcome. The powder of my steps was joining the powder that always was strolling I calm, and that was turning for the roundness of the planet. But a worry(restlessness) was going being woven in me.
A morbid arrogance was going off in me: probably one day might reach another cosmos where they were living(inhabiting) M and L. might I alter his(her,your) existence? They were altering already mine, it(he,she) tries the communication between(among) our two universes.
But my tricks to survive and my doubts on the Thecnetos did not happen(pass) unnoticed. In the deep of the planet they were starting moving and when guardian travelled up to me a Theknos and his(her,your) mission was to stop(detain) my thoughts and to stop(detain) my mind.
His(Her,Your) arrival was nearby.
In front of me an absorbed landscape of ruins in yes same simply existed; they were so vast as indifferent of what my poor heart was feeling.
And to this heart already it was not enough to him(her) only to investigate the semantic sense of the letters; it(he,she) needed to rub his(her,your) owners with a finger at least, not only to handle them theoretically. It(he,she) wanted to alter at least microscopically his(her,your) destinations(destinies).
I remembered that a minuscule change in some minimal detail of the world modifies the whole future and his(her,your) effect, for trivially that looks like, it(he,she) saturates the whole world, all the future. Every thing that moves in the universe moves quite and perhaps it(he,she) modifies also the past.
Thinking this way, I was stopping to fall(to fall due) a papelito or was pushing a piedrecilla and was flooding an upset happiness to suppose the tenuous effects that this could provoke in the distant M and L. So many loneliness and ignorance had in my youth that I delivered myself to this game of knowledge and manipulation in his(her,your) more minimal dose. These ridiculous exercises(fiscal years) at the time were enough to me, though only nearly time.
It seemed to be false that the man could be in this game a microscopic sham of the Thecnetos, but actually(indeed) the knowledge is a game of strange nature. Only for attainable being to all we do not notice the rarety of the phenomenon conciente.
I understood(included) that across the letters little it(he,she) was advancing. It(he,she) had to cost(suit) me of the Emissary who was bringing them to have another approach and probably to obtain the final route. If it was an Emissary, the Thecnetos also will send dispositions(regulations) to those cloudy(nebulous) M and L across him(it). The steps of the Emissary probably would tread on the dreamed soil of the transmundo where they were living, something of his(her,your) architecture of happiness they would(still) stay in him(it), when it(he,she) was returning to this dead world.
To follow(continue) it might allow that I should come to the transmundo! I who only had born to die, then would live.
But this being is very shy. My initial exaltation was vanishing rapidly in disappointment, the difficulties were turning(becoming) the highest walls. But the desire to live was assaulting me and was bitting me, while it(he,she) was looking at the bottomless distance of the evenings. Do not be why I supposed so many things of those mistaken letters.
The letters! Here the following one:
M.:
This night I am so in love,
So unjustly in love.
But the night is so good
That is generously loaded with stars.
What bad(wrong) luck to be inspired love this way.
Today I trust in the wicked city
And I know that it(he,she) does not import how much run for the empty architecture of the night.
I will not get lost.
The most sweet notes are born and fall down as flowers
While his(her,your) forms conspire to give him to be and beauty
To me upset feeling.
A deep but indolent beauty,
Since(As,Like) you, sometimes.
I am so sensitive, so too conscious of every note, of every pause
Of this delicate music
That is constructed and advances as a surge, as a wind fit.
But more sweets that these jumps of the melody
They are these brief seconds
In that I believe that you love me.
It is good to be like that,
So(As) unjust and precariously in love,
Because I know that you reserve
A place and a few hours for me.
And this way your look, your lukewarm hands, they will yield him a bit of his(her,your) beauty
To this night,
To the stars,
To the music
That I breathe and that I dream.
This night so infinitely far from you.
With longing, L.
On having understood the Emissary I will understand the messages - my thought was whispering - and maybe there is ended the infinity and the muteness of this planet. It(he,she) imports for me now neither the frozen wind that always faces either my way, or the useless landscapes, always indifferent and inert(passive), nor the oldness that from my birth was advancing in my meats. It is not important this world-weariness that is to live and to expect to return to be for insensitive powder, world-weariness of the answers not to know, not if these are the questions, it(he,she) was not mattering; now, at least in my hope, the transmundo, existed.
My curiosity turned soon into obsession and later into a bountiful fantasy. It(he,she) was waiting eagerly(impatiently) for the letters to be a spy, an escudriñador, an imitation of the Thecnetos or of the Emissary, to be an elucubrador, to be something different from the usual thing, which was to be nobody, to stop not being brief.
This way it(he,she) was occupying my days planning complex plans, and in the nights it(he,she) was dreaming them realized. One of these nights was dreamed by me that it(he,she) was killing the Emissary and that it(he,she) was opening his(her,your) body. It(he,she) was now in this dream a species(kind) of insect or of made object of organic pieces, joined by artificial conjunctures. I was astonishing that an angel of the Thecnetos was such a monstrous being. I examined the organs of the Emissary, and in his(her,your) interior I found letters and diverse appliances, still not said words, the chronogram of visits, and a plane to come up to the Thecnetos and also up to the trasmundo. Between(among) the entrails a code was also to speak with the molecule germinal.
Already often it(he,she) had come to the same conclusion: the Emissary was the hinge between(among) the world and I, between(among) the world and the Thecnetos. How to understand the letters or any thing without understanding the Emissary?
To the awakening I took the (hallucinated) decision to kill it and then to crumble his(her,your) body to study it. This way entendería the architecture of the Emissary, or, that of an appliance of communication between(among) the Thecnetos and the men. A bridge between(among) this last remote planet and that distant universe where M were living and L. And it was like to dissect a shade to be able to know how he is really the being who was projecting it. To understand it was needing to understand these two things and was a guarantee to do it.
But it(he,she) did not know that the languages of the body are more complex and vast than that they use the Thecnetos to do a spaceship. Only to understand how he(she) was breathing the Emissary would last centuries. But this way, anyhow, there was arising the vague project to capture it or of following(continuing) it.
In the nights there was very much silence, sometimes it(he,she) heard a noise as(like) of stones that were falling some on others. They were the slow but tenacious movements of small automatons travelling in the darkness, his(her,your) form was like that of a medium book of very heavy metal. Short appendices of variable number were surrounding them. His(her,your) noise frustrated me repeatedly. I ignore of what it(he,she) forms(trains) they serve to the Thecnetos.
25 ARE NATURAL LAWS INFINITE? II
25 ARE NATURAL LAWS INFINITE? II
A trillion of trillions of years before …
Herakón spoke:
- We start by imagining both possibilities:
A. - The natural laws are infinite
B. - the natural laws are finite
A. - if the natural laws are infinite always there will be an infinite number of phenomena that we will be able neither to explain nor to understand(include) The universe being finite in magnitude might it(he) be infinite in complexity?
Invisible L had an intuition suddenly and they added:
- we think that the number of levels of the nature is finite because:
1.-No infinites have been observed in the nature.
2.-If the laws diminish to the lowest levels, in an infinite progression there is no a lower level. There would no be a reason for the natural phenomena and without reason there are no effects.
3.-The complexity and diversity increase in the nature lie more we move away from the basic laws. If there is an infinite series at the time the complexity of the phenomena would be infinite. A phenomenon of infinite complexity would be uncompressible. Since the comprehension is possible?
The natural laws are finite
Then the number of inexplicable or incomprehensible phenomena will be increasingly limited(small), until finally everything is explicable. If it(he) is finite the number of the levels of the reality (social, biological, chemical physical, atomic, subatomic level etc) will end in a certain number and there should be a few fundamental and uncompromising laws.
-Herakón intervened to refute it:
- the number of strata that we will have to dig up up to coming to this basic level can be any number between(among) one and immensely. A number at random between(among) these two ends is practically infinite.
If we imagine an enormous number (for example 10000000000000 the probability of which the number of levels of the nature is a major number is infinitely major of that he is one minor. So it(he,she) will be major. For what seems that still(yet) being finite this number of levels, it(he,she) tends to infinite.
- anyhow all manners to go on to a deeper level of comprehension of the nature would explain some things that now we do not understand(include).
He(She) added something:
- it might be possible that the nature is unthinkable in certain levels of depth. To think the nature is a requirement to advance and if only it it is a section, it will be impossible to know if we come to the end(purpose). We might already be caught in a natural level that makes us unable to think others.
- How many theories and hypothesis is in the database? - they asked to the unison all.
- approximately 14 632 theories, we will test and buckle the most commendable of analyzing epistemológicamente.
They began tidily for the first one of them: the theory of the goal - dimensionalidad of the technician L, who had managed to do the prediction of the disappearance of the animals puts dimensional …
This way they continued at breakneck speed and threw themselves without hesitations to the abyss epistémico fully of uncertainty and emptily, falling down in him(it). They were possessing(relying on) only conjectures and logic, they explored bravely these regions without form or modals that it is the unknown thing, the impossible thing to deal. Pawned in coming at least slightly beyond(farther,further) and of stealing something of comprehension to the enormous and ambiguous shade that it(he,she) begins mas there of the known thing. If it(he,she) had been in human terms(ends) this intellectual adventure would have taken thousands of years.
But, the whole discussion, and not only the fragment here registered, lasted approximately 0.7 microseconds.
A trillion of trillions of years before …
Herakón spoke:
- We start by imagining both possibilities:
A. - The natural laws are infinite
B. - the natural laws are finite
A. - if the natural laws are infinite always there will be an infinite number of phenomena that we will be able neither to explain nor to understand(include) The universe being finite in magnitude might it(he) be infinite in complexity?
Invisible L had an intuition suddenly and they added:
- we think that the number of levels of the nature is finite because:
1.-No infinites have been observed in the nature.
2.-If the laws diminish to the lowest levels, in an infinite progression there is no a lower level. There would no be a reason for the natural phenomena and without reason there are no effects.
3.-The complexity and diversity increase in the nature lie more we move away from the basic laws. If there is an infinite series at the time the complexity of the phenomena would be infinite. A phenomenon of infinite complexity would be uncompressible. Since the comprehension is possible?
The natural laws are finite
Then the number of inexplicable or incomprehensible phenomena will be increasingly limited(small), until finally everything is explicable. If it(he) is finite the number of the levels of the reality (social, biological, chemical physical, atomic, subatomic level etc) will end in a certain number and there should be a few fundamental and uncompromising laws.
-Herakón intervened to refute it:
- the number of strata that we will have to dig up up to coming to this basic level can be any number between(among) one and immensely. A number at random between(among) these two ends is practically infinite.
If we imagine an enormous number (for example 10000000000000 the probability of which the number of levels of the nature is a major number is infinitely major of that he is one minor. So it(he,she) will be major. For what seems that still(yet) being finite this number of levels, it(he,she) tends to infinite.
- anyhow all manners to go on to a deeper level of comprehension of the nature would explain some things that now we do not understand(include).
He(She) added something:
- it might be possible that the nature is unthinkable in certain levels of depth. To think the nature is a requirement to advance and if only it it is a section, it will be impossible to know if we come to the end(purpose). We might already be caught in a natural level that makes us unable to think others.
- How many theories and hypothesis is in the database? - they asked to the unison all.
- approximately 14 632 theories, we will test and buckle the most commendable of analyzing epistemológicamente.
They began tidily for the first one of them: the theory of the goal - dimensionalidad of the technician L, who had managed to do the prediction of the disappearance of the animals puts dimensional …
This way they continued at breakneck speed and threw themselves without hesitations to the abyss epistémico fully of uncertainty and emptily, falling down in him(it). They were possessing(relying on) only conjectures and logic, they explored bravely these regions without form or modals that it is the unknown thing, the impossible thing to deal. Pawned in coming at least slightly beyond(farther,further) and of stealing something of comprehension to the enormous and ambiguous shade that it(he,she) begins mas there of the known thing. If it(he,she) had been in human terms(ends) this intellectual adventure would have taken thousands of years.
But, the whole discussion, and not only the fragment here registered, lasted approximately 0.7 microseconds.
26 THINK ABOUT THE EMISSARY
26 THINK ABOUT THE EMISSARY
A trillion of trillions of years later …
Ah! To dream of examining the Emissary! To catch the Emissary, to follow(continue) the Emissary! What arduous dream I have forged! Difficult as(like) to cross I complete the Planet, impossible as to feel that already we are dead. Vague as(like) trying to guess in the silences and god's hesitations, those things that it(he,she) does not want to say to us!
The Emissary! In what dark place will it(he,she) be now? Probably near M or of L, or probably in the center of the Thecnetos! What languages will it(he,she) use to communicate with him(it)? How will he be this envoy of the infinite?
An alive(vivacious) being is - according to everything it(he,she) indicates-, and maybe humanly, but of another race definitively. If not, his(her,your) link would be impossible with the Thecnetos. Do not be how many fingers it(he,she) will have in his(her,your) hands, or if it(he,she) has them. Do not be if his(her,your) physiognomy stretches more the Thecnetos or the man. His(her,your) body has to be perfect, but clear, given his(her,your) humanity, this one must be a perfection in human terms(ends), thing that actually(indeed) is contradictory and confuses me. Does perfection humanize? It would be like to be temporarily eternal or "to "be" one nothing. How to understand(include) the Emissary at the time? In any case, it is sure that it(he,she) will belong(concern) to a race designed to trade with this storm of dizziness that we are called Thecnetos.
Though also it(he,she) might be that his(her,your) contact with this omniscient entity was only indirect, as a postman who was taking the correspondence between(among) two spectra; capable of transporting them but unable to understand them. This way, it(he,she) will do the steps with the most superficial levels of this intelligence, specially constructed to make possible this communication.
Often I thought that the Emissary did not have human forms, but the noise of his(her,your) trodden ones, the fingerprints that it(he,she) leaves in the sand, at some time his(her,your) shade or his(her,your) cough, they discovered it human being, since(as,like) me.
Though probably only it(he,she) it is in form and not in content.
Under the seemingly human Emisario, other organs and systems will be woven and moverían in an infinitely more perfect organism(organization)!
In any case, it(he) must be more complex than we, and maybe he(she) condemns it to a major and complete(upright) loneliness.
Finally the night came. Listen to subtle(fine) noises, an escape(fugue) in the darkness, a slight change in the movements of the air for the house. He had to be again the Emissary and there had to be already nearby another letter. It was my opportunity to the investigation(research) see and advance it; my occasion to approach it and maybe, with something of value, of following(continuing) it. To come finally to M and to L! And to his(her,your) world of free of the Thecnetos.
But soon there appeared in me this former apprehension about which I spoke before. Finally I remained so(as) stillly and silently as(like) always, and furthermore(moreover) that before, so much that perhaps not even the Thecnetos might have noticed my presence, the thoughts and not even intensenesses that were guarding silence in me.
Relieved, I felt then that the Emissary already was going away. I hoped that it(he,she) was ending his(her,your) wrong delivery and stopped to happen(pass) a lot of time certifying that the silence was absolute and permanent, while my heart was fluttering increasingly slowly. Already after much, I allowed myself the first imperceptible movement. It(he,she) had failed without doing absolutely anything.
But the silence that stayed after his(her,your) visit did not calm me completely. He(she) was feeling as if the shades that the Emissary had projected in soils and walls, had left something that was persisting; something with a mission, something that later would initiate his(her,your) labor.
I was afraid that some atoms of my plan of evasion(escape) had escaped from me and he(it) already was guessing for them my awkward(stubborn) intentions. This would not be rare(strange). " If he(it) was not guessing it, the intelligence of the Thecnetos yes would do it ", I thought with dread:
What measures will it(he,she) take the Thecnetos on having guessed my plans? Probably across me entendería the mistake of the letters: his(her,your) mistake. What consequences would be produced by this insult come from something as small as me in the Thecnetos?
But, then, as addict, I looked in the house for the letter. The incomprehensible words filled me with passion and with drowsiness, as a drug that was making the world more confused, but also a bit more sweet. These were:
M.:
The things with which sometimes I sit(feel) you, more...
With that I weave lukewarm deserts: I surprise you.
It(He,She) gives them sometimes and they are quite. A sky on me, tireless planet below. Arid roses are opened in the beaches, the infinite fall of the stars, mas in my hands there appear the roses that they could not be born. Poor as my soul, without fragrance, hide from the darkness of the day and from the shout of the night. We dream together that there are no anything out, not the city, not behind the sky any more planets. Behind I have a cupboard. In the nights it is a dark spot where I guard you, knowing you far. There my books: some of them are dirt tracks, missed landscapes. More sound owners of my real voice and when they get lost, with them I will go away indeed, not with the death that one has to eat all the children that I could have been. The case is that I do not have you not in my mind, since I have believed; the case is that I am alone, giving birth to me itself me itself in every word, nothing between(among) line and line ................. I surprise You.
L.
I read this letter I commit an outrage though without understanding(including) it, but already a disappointment had germinated already in me. The life had been only a chemical accident and we, the men, an accident of the life. Therefore my plan was the mistake, of a mistake, of a mistake, trying to be revolted to the perfection of the Thecnetos. On having failed this day (since(as,like) they they all fail) it(he,she) started dying my investigation(research) and my dreams of escaping of the system that the Thecnetos had for me. A confused metaphysical revolt that only existed in my mind and that in my mind he(she) died. Advanced in my investigations(researches) it(he) was actually(indeed) small and my tour was not differing from the simple one to walk at random. My conclusions were like those lost reasonings that my mind always had planned, reflections that were not coming to any side, and that were not departing from any place either. To reach to L and to M across the Emissary was impossible. This another world would turn forever unattainably, parallel to my. If it(he,she) is that perhaps it(he,she) existed. It(He,She) had to already leave me die.
Discouraged, suddenly I thought something terrible:
The Emissary is the perverse one; he has written these letters to make myself to believe that I am mad, to make myself to believe that the Thecnetos is wrong and that there is a transmundo. Maybe the Emissary is not an Emissary, but only an adulterator. A saboteur of the reality. There is neither in any place nor M not L not even a free world of the Thecnetos.
But, later, the most terrible conclusion started being delineated in my conscience and appearing terrible and clear(bright) in front of me. It was a logical consequence of the previous thought:
The Emissary is not an adulterator, but a complete inventor. The Thecnetos does not exist! Only there exists the Emissary who has mounted his(her,your) mythology. Because of it, of his(her,your) existence it(he,she) is not proves(tries) neither none, nor consequences of his(her,your) acts. And it is logical that it(he,she) was like that - I thought sadly-, since nothing leaves tracks. Because of it even it is impossible to deny it, so(then,since) on having been empty, there is not necessary to reduce it like to the absurdity, since anything is the same absurdity. And the Thecnetos is at all.
The reality was receiving(charging) simplicity and felt suddenly. Without the Thecnetos there are already either any explanation nor answers for the world; neither but are questions on the world. Only the senility of the humanity exists in solitarily in the latter planet.
As if there was an infinite danger in this theory, I prohibited myself to think about her(it) again. But the sadness of his(her,your) possibility already never left me and contaminated of sad disenchantment last days of my investigation(research) and of my life.
A trillion of trillions of years later …
Ah! To dream of examining the Emissary! To catch the Emissary, to follow(continue) the Emissary! What arduous dream I have forged! Difficult as(like) to cross I complete the Planet, impossible as to feel that already we are dead. Vague as(like) trying to guess in the silences and god's hesitations, those things that it(he,she) does not want to say to us!
The Emissary! In what dark place will it(he,she) be now? Probably near M or of L, or probably in the center of the Thecnetos! What languages will it(he,she) use to communicate with him(it)? How will he be this envoy of the infinite?
An alive(vivacious) being is - according to everything it(he,she) indicates-, and maybe humanly, but of another race definitively. If not, his(her,your) link would be impossible with the Thecnetos. Do not be how many fingers it(he,she) will have in his(her,your) hands, or if it(he,she) has them. Do not be if his(her,your) physiognomy stretches more the Thecnetos or the man. His(her,your) body has to be perfect, but clear, given his(her,your) humanity, this one must be a perfection in human terms(ends), thing that actually(indeed) is contradictory and confuses me. Does perfection humanize? It would be like to be temporarily eternal or "to "be" one nothing. How to understand(include) the Emissary at the time? In any case, it is sure that it(he,she) will belong(concern) to a race designed to trade with this storm of dizziness that we are called Thecnetos.
Though also it(he,she) might be that his(her,your) contact with this omniscient entity was only indirect, as a postman who was taking the correspondence between(among) two spectra; capable of transporting them but unable to understand them. This way, it(he,she) will do the steps with the most superficial levels of this intelligence, specially constructed to make possible this communication.
Often I thought that the Emissary did not have human forms, but the noise of his(her,your) trodden ones, the fingerprints that it(he,she) leaves in the sand, at some time his(her,your) shade or his(her,your) cough, they discovered it human being, since(as,like) me.
Though probably only it(he,she) it is in form and not in content.
Under the seemingly human Emisario, other organs and systems will be woven and moverían in an infinitely more perfect organism(organization)!
In any case, it(he) must be more complex than we, and maybe he(she) condemns it to a major and complete(upright) loneliness.
Finally the night came. Listen to subtle(fine) noises, an escape(fugue) in the darkness, a slight change in the movements of the air for the house. He had to be again the Emissary and there had to be already nearby another letter. It was my opportunity to the investigation(research) see and advance it; my occasion to approach it and maybe, with something of value, of following(continuing) it. To come finally to M and to L! And to his(her,your) world of free of the Thecnetos.
But soon there appeared in me this former apprehension about which I spoke before. Finally I remained so(as) stillly and silently as(like) always, and furthermore(moreover) that before, so much that perhaps not even the Thecnetos might have noticed my presence, the thoughts and not even intensenesses that were guarding silence in me.
Relieved, I felt then that the Emissary already was going away. I hoped that it(he,she) was ending his(her,your) wrong delivery and stopped to happen(pass) a lot of time certifying that the silence was absolute and permanent, while my heart was fluttering increasingly slowly. Already after much, I allowed myself the first imperceptible movement. It(he,she) had failed without doing absolutely anything.
But the silence that stayed after his(her,your) visit did not calm me completely. He(she) was feeling as if the shades that the Emissary had projected in soils and walls, had left something that was persisting; something with a mission, something that later would initiate his(her,your) labor.
I was afraid that some atoms of my plan of evasion(escape) had escaped from me and he(it) already was guessing for them my awkward(stubborn) intentions. This would not be rare(strange). " If he(it) was not guessing it, the intelligence of the Thecnetos yes would do it ", I thought with dread:
What measures will it(he,she) take the Thecnetos on having guessed my plans? Probably across me entendería the mistake of the letters: his(her,your) mistake. What consequences would be produced by this insult come from something as small as me in the Thecnetos?
But, then, as addict, I looked in the house for the letter. The incomprehensible words filled me with passion and with drowsiness, as a drug that was making the world more confused, but also a bit more sweet. These were:
M.:
The things with which sometimes I sit(feel) you, more...
With that I weave lukewarm deserts: I surprise you.
It(He,She) gives them sometimes and they are quite. A sky on me, tireless planet below. Arid roses are opened in the beaches, the infinite fall of the stars, mas in my hands there appear the roses that they could not be born. Poor as my soul, without fragrance, hide from the darkness of the day and from the shout of the night. We dream together that there are no anything out, not the city, not behind the sky any more planets. Behind I have a cupboard. In the nights it is a dark spot where I guard you, knowing you far. There my books: some of them are dirt tracks, missed landscapes. More sound owners of my real voice and when they get lost, with them I will go away indeed, not with the death that one has to eat all the children that I could have been. The case is that I do not have you not in my mind, since I have believed; the case is that I am alone, giving birth to me itself me itself in every word, nothing between(among) line and line ................. I surprise You.
L.
I read this letter I commit an outrage though without understanding(including) it, but already a disappointment had germinated already in me. The life had been only a chemical accident and we, the men, an accident of the life. Therefore my plan was the mistake, of a mistake, of a mistake, trying to be revolted to the perfection of the Thecnetos. On having failed this day (since(as,like) they they all fail) it(he,she) started dying my investigation(research) and my dreams of escaping of the system that the Thecnetos had for me. A confused metaphysical revolt that only existed in my mind and that in my mind he(she) died. Advanced in my investigations(researches) it(he) was actually(indeed) small and my tour was not differing from the simple one to walk at random. My conclusions were like those lost reasonings that my mind always had planned, reflections that were not coming to any side, and that were not departing from any place either. To reach to L and to M across the Emissary was impossible. This another world would turn forever unattainably, parallel to my. If it(he,she) is that perhaps it(he,she) existed. It(He,She) had to already leave me die.
Discouraged, suddenly I thought something terrible:
The Emissary is the perverse one; he has written these letters to make myself to believe that I am mad, to make myself to believe that the Thecnetos is wrong and that there is a transmundo. Maybe the Emissary is not an Emissary, but only an adulterator. A saboteur of the reality. There is neither in any place nor M not L not even a free world of the Thecnetos.
But, later, the most terrible conclusion started being delineated in my conscience and appearing terrible and clear(bright) in front of me. It was a logical consequence of the previous thought:
The Emissary is not an adulterator, but a complete inventor. The Thecnetos does not exist! Only there exists the Emissary who has mounted his(her,your) mythology. Because of it, of his(her,your) existence it(he,she) is not proves(tries) neither none, nor consequences of his(her,your) acts. And it is logical that it(he,she) was like that - I thought sadly-, since nothing leaves tracks. Because of it even it is impossible to deny it, so(then,since) on having been empty, there is not necessary to reduce it like to the absurdity, since anything is the same absurdity. And the Thecnetos is at all.
The reality was receiving(charging) simplicity and felt suddenly. Without the Thecnetos there are already either any explanation nor answers for the world; neither but are questions on the world. Only the senility of the humanity exists in solitarily in the latter planet.
As if there was an infinite danger in this theory, I prohibited myself to think about her(it) again. But the sadness of his(her,your) possibility already never left me and contaminated of sad disenchantment last days of my investigation(research) and of my life.
27 A SCHORODNGER's CAT WITH 5 DIMENCIONS
27 A SCHORODNGER's CAT WITH 5 DIMENCIONS
A trillion of trillions of years before …
The results of the virtual meeting had come. There was achieved more metafilosofía advanced a level and numerous phenomena were explained before dark, but the Zombis Hekantokeinos felt disappointed of the obtained since they were not enough to create a way of salvation to the immediate death of the universe. In the confidence of which it was the most powerful mind of the metacorporación, it(he,she) was asked Herakón to think about a solution, his(her,your) other responsibilities would be suspended in order that it(he,she) will be able to be employed only at it. This one, in spite of longing the death of the humanity, was faithful to the orders of the Zombis Hekantokeinos. The life for him(it) was lacking justification or sense and because of it it(he,she) was repudiating it, for being absurd. But in addition, for Herakón, to repudiate the absurdity and to sympathize with the reason were both primitive(original) feelings, the reason had to be alone without pushes or brakes of emotion none. This way he(she) accepted the order of designing a technical salvation as an exercise(fiscal year) for his(her,your) powerful intelligence. Indifferent of the life or death of the humanity.
But it(he,she) consumed the days designing without finding anything.
While it(he,she) was straining uselessly in looking for this solution, by the whole metacorporación revolts and violent disorders were ignited. After a long period of sterility and of hesitating morbidly, Herakón decided to make something inconvinient, to ask privately the creator of the theory if it(he,she) had foreseen some solution or had some technological application for the end(purpose) of the time.
Herakón I give the orders to bring by no means secret to L at a high hour of the night.
The technician L was abrupt woken up and led to the metal-worker locus of Herakón. The whole patrol of wakefull giants escorted it, between(among) them it(he) was situated livid and almost demented of anger Ayazx and the serene and cautious Fratedes.
The hopelessness was left to see for the passages(tickets) and public stairs that they crossed. Take care not neither of tape-worm nor future nor hope, only " to be provisionally " it was the only(unique) justifiable action(share).
Provided that we were living last days of the universe, no second could be wasted and was distressing to all choosing that to do in this second. Every minute now was costing(worth) what really costs(is worth) it, a universe. Ayazx regretted to use his(her,your) last seconds of life in escorting to L, at which it(he,she) looked with a deep scorn, was promised privately that if it(he,she) was falling(falling due) soon the government of the goal - corporation, it(he,she) would murder first to L. Later it(he,she) would submit to the murder, would live his(her,your) last days doing what more he(she) liked. Ayazx's hatred against L not only was originating in this humiliation of serving him(her) considering it to be low, but in another very different thing. Fratedes that saw his(her,your) bitter look against the technician, suspected it. It(he,she) was afraid that Ayazx was taking advantage of this opportunity and I prepare to protecting it of needing.
Surrounded with the guardians, now incredulous and at the edge of the insurrection, L enter(approach) again the locus of receipt and he(she) felt it(he,she) stops vu being in the same place again: The Thaumasios was in his(her,your) high chair of backs to him(it) with numerous androids - qualia surrounding it. L, sensitive and worried, it(he,she) noticed that his(her,your) dream had not been wrong, there was really(exactly) a stairs that was coming up to the rigid Herakón.
Stunned still(yet), it(he,she) waited for the orders of the Thaumasios.
Slowly Herakón's chair turned and showed to the high place Thaumasios, crossed of cables, with the basins of the eyes invaded of black appliances. With them it(he,she) started looking at L acuciosamente, chance amazed at what this one had done.
Kept silent it(he,she) looked at it a few minutes studying it.
Only about formality he(she) would ask him if his(her,your) theory was containing some solution to the cosmic death.
- I have made it come because the summit of artificial intelligence has ended managing to take the goal - philosophy to one more level of depth. This one is an amazing event and an intellectual pleasure for us the scientists. Probably or do not understand it. We were going centuries waiting for this new revolution epistemológica and apparently his(her,your) theory helped, though, to achieve it very indirectly, I congratulate it - he(she) said with a perfectly feigned voice Herakón.
L was dominated by it by a humble pride and continued listening. It(he,she) had, on having felt this pride, activated the first trap of that the elder Thaumasios him(her) tendería. And with that finally, he(she) would conquer it.
The lamentable thing - Herakón said with an inocultable gesture of satisfaction - is that this revolution puts philosophical has not managed to create a method to save the humanity - it(he,she) ended up by showing horribly his(her,your) artificial teeth, lustrosamente black.
This one will get lost! - he(she) said delighting aterradoramente in this truth - and of once forever!
- now I ask him to his(her,your) anxious ingenuity - said Herakón with feignedly cordial voice - has it(he,she) some idea of how we might escape to the imminent death of the cosmos? - he(she) asked filled with enthusiasm of knowing that the artificial council had not found it and trusting that inexpert L might not either.
- I believe(create) … .-he(she) said L insecurely of his(her,your) response, and hesitated so(then,since) he(she) was thinking that it(he,she) was better to stop to die to the life, stupid car multiplication of the inert(passive) thing. But only in the life it(he,she) could love to M!, his(her,your) emotion I take the control and finally penitent answered cas - I believe(create) … that yes.
Herakón, lost the half of the involved(crafty) smile that had showed itself his(her,your) worn facial features(features). I disturb(embarrass) confused hating deeply to L. Bitterness turned(became) quite in his(her,your) black entrails and the disappointment seemed to be killing his(her,your) old meats invaded of synthetic parts, also ancient and worn-out(finished).
- Disgusting … - stutter Herakón refusing to believe, it(he,she) decided that it(he,she) had to kill to L immediately.
Then the high place Thaumasios got up of his(her,your) throne and started going down slowly. Though there was tied like of cablería that was invading his(her,your) body, it(he,she) did not resist to approach physically the sad intelligence of L.
While it(he,she) was lowering laboriously the steps, parts(reports) of the metallic enclosure started moving following(continuing) Herakón's movements, keeping his(her,your) connection like that to the systems. Seeming to him(her) to be terrible to L this vision, the dramatic approximation of the Thaumasios up to him(it).
Already near L, the high place Thaumasios looked at it very closely with his(her,your) mechanical systems of vision and said very down.
- it(he,she) is abominable … - and his(her,your) threatening fury ruminated awhile on L, that in a second also thought that it(he,she) was abominable that this horrible universe was saving - describes succinctly his(her,your) idea and later retírese - he(she) concluded Herakon as(like) queriendo to kill it using the poison of his(her,your) embittered voice, then shame the been credit dominated completely by an emotion.
L started reporting with everything details the plan of salvation.
The numerous androids - qualia that attended everything also astonished at the theoretical details.
- we must extract the humanity of the universe - he(she) said L - and to take her to other one that with certainty exists.
The blind and logical Thaumasios I listen immobile. Almost hanging between(among) the wired up one and the appliances of sustenance that were surrounding it.
- my theory supports that it(he,she) should put the dimensional animals they neither have committed suicide there nor are deceased, but they have travelled, has emigrated to this another universe. There must be therefore another cosmos and a topography is necessary between(among) him(it) and ours. We must plan a map to this transmundo that puts the animals - dimensiónales must have found. We must do the same trip, for it we will have to turn he is human trans-dimensional beings since the trip will be trans-dimensional.
- it(he,she) is still(yet) in the cosmos - it(he,she) continued L - scars, not completely erased(smeared) fingerprints, of former I contact this another universe, there must be a narrow bridge towards this another world, but not spatially, but multi-dimensiónal.
Herakón heard, getting lost brief in the words of L, he(she) regretted the innovation and radicalidad of his(her,your) ideas, not only because they might save the humanity that he so much hated, but because this time, it(he,she) was conscious that it(he,she) could not have born of him(it). For the first time an intelligence was exceeding his(her,its) though it(he,she) was only in a detail. And it did not seem to be now a chance.
- Prosiga - he(she) said - saddened and struck, trying to be again alone reason and coherence.
- it is necessary to construct a trans-dimensional Mekhanes. First we must prove(try) the trip of going and return with a small number of crew members. And after managing to do it successfully, with the whole humanity.
- How there suppose you who is achieved to turn the human body into a multidimensional object? - Herakón said yielding a desperado longing of refuting it - the multidimensional technology that we use still(yet) is coarse and imperfect. We do not know really how it is the structure of the being - Said irritated and upset Herakón.
- in my theory there is an explanation of the penta-dimensionalidad and his(her,your) relation with our tetra-dimensionalidad. See venerable Herakón, you know that in a hypercubo there are infinite spaces and that the shade of the time is the space (*).
Something analogous happens(passes) in the collapse of wave function (*): a particle can be of infinite manners. Before collapsing "it"(he",she") "is" all these manners though to our temporality it(he) seems to him to be slightly absurd. The wave collapse gives like proved only a condition(state) of the particle of between(among) possible infinites. This way the collapse of the wave function is the projection of the fifth dimension in a fourth, which is in that we live. The alive(vivacious)-dead cat is removed in only a cat.
(*) A line is an object of 1 dimension, a plane of 2, one bucket of 3, the time of four. Every dimension contains infinite objects of a low dimension. For example in a plane there are infinite lines. The shade or protection of an object of n dimensions of n-1 dimensions, for example, the shade of a bucket is a plane.
(*) In quantum mechanics it is the process for which a particle, initially it is an overlapping of been possible infinites, diminishes to the alone one. It(he,she) passes of infinite possibilities to the alone one to happen.
And this it is the bridge between(among) the fifth one and the fourth dimension. For her(it) we will be able multi-dimensionalizarnos to travel to another universe.
The wave function only collapses, in a direction(address)! - shout Herakón - from 5 to 4 dimensions.
We have to des - collapse the wave function - he(she) concluded L.
Herakón I remain fascinated with this so radical idea, it(he,she) had never happened(passed) in the nature, but it(he,she) might be done.
- his(her,your) theory seems to be correct, but such a radical change of the condition(state) of the matter will kill with almost safety(security) the first crew members - he(she) said with voice very low and full of intrigue Herakón thinking suddenly about something. It(he,she) might give the orders probably to L in this first trip.
- let's hope that the attempts are not great - he(she) said something made remorseful L - it is an unfortunate but inevitable sacrifice.
- you. It(he,she) speaks of doing a Mekhanes metadimensional … it will be done - Herakón retrayéndose said between(among) the appendices and turning his(her,your) chair.
An android - qualia approached to L and said to him(her):
- return to his(her,your) locus, we will mount the whole experiment. We do not need you any more. But be prepared, a new change of responsibilities waits for all the technical personnel.
Herakón returned almost dead man of hatred towards his(her,your) high throne of death and sat down I am bitter to pondering, in spite of his(her,your) distaste to the life, such age his(her,your) fervor to the goal - corporation and to the Zombis Hekantokeinos that the plan would not sabotage. It(he,she) would give his(her,your) better effort for forming it and to take it to the success as if it(he) was his(yours), in addition this way it was since(as,like) like he(she) it presented to the goal - corporation. Because of it it(he,she) might not kill still(yet) to L ordering it in the trip. But there was another way of finishing with his(her,your) life...
While L there was going away of the enclosure escorted by Ayazx and Fratedes, the Thaumasios, which everything it was perceiving, now from backs to L he(she) asked him with low and calm, feignedly inoffensive voice:
- Have you recently an eromenos not? I perceived in the air that it(he,she) exhaled in the locus the last time the beginning of his(her,your) atavistic disease, now for the changes in the composition of this humor I see that it has been corresponded(fitted). When it(he,she) was using the chemical suppression for his(her,your) atavistic disease?
They all remained amazed.
Fratedes looked amazed at the Thaumasios, abundance of reverent and fearful amazement, I worry for the young persons eromenois, equal Ayazx that proved(tried) an unsuspected unease on having listened to the word "corresponded(fitted)". L felt the trip of a tremendous danger - though still very distant - towards him(it). But another thing did not happen to him(her) that to tell the truth.
- yes, for a few days, the suprimire in a few days - said L and went away anxious.
The numerous androids - qualia surrounding Herakón this one they started with planning conjectures and forming(training) theoretically the plan. It was necessary to trust that existed sufficient time to materialize these perfect and pure ideas.
Herakón in his(her,your) chair of domain(control) took in a minute a pause in the task, searched (across the wired up one that was going out of his(her,your) brain and it(he,she) was connecting to the same artificial intelligence of the goal - corporation) the genetic records of L, he(she) studied closely the composition of his(her,your) molecule germinal and was like that awhile doing deductions and calculations on her(it). With the detail of his(her,your) DNA dedujo the genetic composition of the molecule germinal of his(her,your) eromenos. In a few minutes it(he,she) achieved it, knew accurately like it had to be the complementary molecule germinal of the Eromenos L and I identify the one who was possessing it. I make happy of that out of such a distant and different caste, not only L was making something prohibited. Not only it(he) would be forced by the metacorporación to the chemical suppression of his(her,your) condition(state), it(he,she) had, another major profit could be extracted of this circumstance. Already it(he,she) had a way to win(expire) to L. still(yet) could not kill it but it(he,she) would kill his(her,your) life.
Slightly coarse and irrational it(he,she) prevented Herakón from seeing in the molecule germinal of L another amazing thing.
After annotating this detail, it(he,she) sank in the theoretical development of the experiment. Already tape-worm as(like) the experiment to lead to the success and as(like) taking revenge of having to do it.
A trillion of trillions of years before …
The results of the virtual meeting had come. There was achieved more metafilosofía advanced a level and numerous phenomena were explained before dark, but the Zombis Hekantokeinos felt disappointed of the obtained since they were not enough to create a way of salvation to the immediate death of the universe. In the confidence of which it was the most powerful mind of the metacorporación, it(he,she) was asked Herakón to think about a solution, his(her,your) other responsibilities would be suspended in order that it(he,she) will be able to be employed only at it. This one, in spite of longing the death of the humanity, was faithful to the orders of the Zombis Hekantokeinos. The life for him(it) was lacking justification or sense and because of it it(he,she) was repudiating it, for being absurd. But in addition, for Herakón, to repudiate the absurdity and to sympathize with the reason were both primitive(original) feelings, the reason had to be alone without pushes or brakes of emotion none. This way he(she) accepted the order of designing a technical salvation as an exercise(fiscal year) for his(her,your) powerful intelligence. Indifferent of the life or death of the humanity.
But it(he,she) consumed the days designing without finding anything.
While it(he,she) was straining uselessly in looking for this solution, by the whole metacorporación revolts and violent disorders were ignited. After a long period of sterility and of hesitating morbidly, Herakón decided to make something inconvinient, to ask privately the creator of the theory if it(he,she) had foreseen some solution or had some technological application for the end(purpose) of the time.
Herakón I give the orders to bring by no means secret to L at a high hour of the night.
The technician L was abrupt woken up and led to the metal-worker locus of Herakón. The whole patrol of wakefull giants escorted it, between(among) them it(he) was situated livid and almost demented of anger Ayazx and the serene and cautious Fratedes.
The hopelessness was left to see for the passages(tickets) and public stairs that they crossed. Take care not neither of tape-worm nor future nor hope, only " to be provisionally " it was the only(unique) justifiable action(share).
Provided that we were living last days of the universe, no second could be wasted and was distressing to all choosing that to do in this second. Every minute now was costing(worth) what really costs(is worth) it, a universe. Ayazx regretted to use his(her,your) last seconds of life in escorting to L, at which it(he,she) looked with a deep scorn, was promised privately that if it(he,she) was falling(falling due) soon the government of the goal - corporation, it(he,she) would murder first to L. Later it(he,she) would submit to the murder, would live his(her,your) last days doing what more he(she) liked. Ayazx's hatred against L not only was originating in this humiliation of serving him(her) considering it to be low, but in another very different thing. Fratedes that saw his(her,your) bitter look against the technician, suspected it. It(he,she) was afraid that Ayazx was taking advantage of this opportunity and I prepare to protecting it of needing.
Surrounded with the guardians, now incredulous and at the edge of the insurrection, L enter(approach) again the locus of receipt and he(she) felt it(he,she) stops vu being in the same place again: The Thaumasios was in his(her,your) high chair of backs to him(it) with numerous androids - qualia surrounding it. L, sensitive and worried, it(he,she) noticed that his(her,your) dream had not been wrong, there was really(exactly) a stairs that was coming up to the rigid Herakón.
Stunned still(yet), it(he,she) waited for the orders of the Thaumasios.
Slowly Herakón's chair turned and showed to the high place Thaumasios, crossed of cables, with the basins of the eyes invaded of black appliances. With them it(he,she) started looking at L acuciosamente, chance amazed at what this one had done.
Kept silent it(he,she) looked at it a few minutes studying it.
Only about formality he(she) would ask him if his(her,your) theory was containing some solution to the cosmic death.
- I have made it come because the summit of artificial intelligence has ended managing to take the goal - philosophy to one more level of depth. This one is an amazing event and an intellectual pleasure for us the scientists. Probably or do not understand it. We were going centuries waiting for this new revolution epistemológica and apparently his(her,your) theory helped, though, to achieve it very indirectly, I congratulate it - he(she) said with a perfectly feigned voice Herakón.
L was dominated by it by a humble pride and continued listening. It(he,she) had, on having felt this pride, activated the first trap of that the elder Thaumasios him(her) tendería. And with that finally, he(she) would conquer it.
The lamentable thing - Herakón said with an inocultable gesture of satisfaction - is that this revolution puts philosophical has not managed to create a method to save the humanity - it(he,she) ended up by showing horribly his(her,your) artificial teeth, lustrosamente black.
This one will get lost! - he(she) said delighting aterradoramente in this truth - and of once forever!
- now I ask him to his(her,your) anxious ingenuity - said Herakón with feignedly cordial voice - has it(he,she) some idea of how we might escape to the imminent death of the cosmos? - he(she) asked filled with enthusiasm of knowing that the artificial council had not found it and trusting that inexpert L might not either.
- I believe(create) … .-he(she) said L insecurely of his(her,your) response, and hesitated so(then,since) he(she) was thinking that it(he,she) was better to stop to die to the life, stupid car multiplication of the inert(passive) thing. But only in the life it(he,she) could love to M!, his(her,your) emotion I take the control and finally penitent answered cas - I believe(create) … that yes.
Herakón, lost the half of the involved(crafty) smile that had showed itself his(her,your) worn facial features(features). I disturb(embarrass) confused hating deeply to L. Bitterness turned(became) quite in his(her,your) black entrails and the disappointment seemed to be killing his(her,your) old meats invaded of synthetic parts, also ancient and worn-out(finished).
- Disgusting … - stutter Herakón refusing to believe, it(he,she) decided that it(he,she) had to kill to L immediately.
Then the high place Thaumasios got up of his(her,your) throne and started going down slowly. Though there was tied like of cablería that was invading his(her,your) body, it(he,she) did not resist to approach physically the sad intelligence of L.
While it(he,she) was lowering laboriously the steps, parts(reports) of the metallic enclosure started moving following(continuing) Herakón's movements, keeping his(her,your) connection like that to the systems. Seeming to him(her) to be terrible to L this vision, the dramatic approximation of the Thaumasios up to him(it).
Already near L, the high place Thaumasios looked at it very closely with his(her,your) mechanical systems of vision and said very down.
- it(he,she) is abominable … - and his(her,your) threatening fury ruminated awhile on L, that in a second also thought that it(he,she) was abominable that this horrible universe was saving - describes succinctly his(her,your) idea and later retírese - he(she) concluded Herakon as(like) queriendo to kill it using the poison of his(her,your) embittered voice, then shame the been credit dominated completely by an emotion.
L started reporting with everything details the plan of salvation.
The numerous androids - qualia that attended everything also astonished at the theoretical details.
- we must extract the humanity of the universe - he(she) said L - and to take her to other one that with certainty exists.
The blind and logical Thaumasios I listen immobile. Almost hanging between(among) the wired up one and the appliances of sustenance that were surrounding it.
- my theory supports that it(he,she) should put the dimensional animals they neither have committed suicide there nor are deceased, but they have travelled, has emigrated to this another universe. There must be therefore another cosmos and a topography is necessary between(among) him(it) and ours. We must plan a map to this transmundo that puts the animals - dimensiónales must have found. We must do the same trip, for it we will have to turn he is human trans-dimensional beings since the trip will be trans-dimensional.
- it(he,she) is still(yet) in the cosmos - it(he,she) continued L - scars, not completely erased(smeared) fingerprints, of former I contact this another universe, there must be a narrow bridge towards this another world, but not spatially, but multi-dimensiónal.
Herakón heard, getting lost brief in the words of L, he(she) regretted the innovation and radicalidad of his(her,your) ideas, not only because they might save the humanity that he so much hated, but because this time, it(he,she) was conscious that it(he,she) could not have born of him(it). For the first time an intelligence was exceeding his(her,its) though it(he,she) was only in a detail. And it did not seem to be now a chance.
- Prosiga - he(she) said - saddened and struck, trying to be again alone reason and coherence.
- it is necessary to construct a trans-dimensional Mekhanes. First we must prove(try) the trip of going and return with a small number of crew members. And after managing to do it successfully, with the whole humanity.
- How there suppose you who is achieved to turn the human body into a multidimensional object? - Herakón said yielding a desperado longing of refuting it - the multidimensional technology that we use still(yet) is coarse and imperfect. We do not know really how it is the structure of the being - Said irritated and upset Herakón.
- in my theory there is an explanation of the penta-dimensionalidad and his(her,your) relation with our tetra-dimensionalidad. See venerable Herakón, you know that in a hypercubo there are infinite spaces and that the shade of the time is the space (*).
Something analogous happens(passes) in the collapse of wave function (*): a particle can be of infinite manners. Before collapsing "it"(he",she") "is" all these manners though to our temporality it(he) seems to him to be slightly absurd. The wave collapse gives like proved only a condition(state) of the particle of between(among) possible infinites. This way the collapse of the wave function is the projection of the fifth dimension in a fourth, which is in that we live. The alive(vivacious)-dead cat is removed in only a cat.
(*) A line is an object of 1 dimension, a plane of 2, one bucket of 3, the time of four. Every dimension contains infinite objects of a low dimension. For example in a plane there are infinite lines. The shade or protection of an object of n dimensions of n-1 dimensions, for example, the shade of a bucket is a plane.
(*) In quantum mechanics it is the process for which a particle, initially it is an overlapping of been possible infinites, diminishes to the alone one. It(he,she) passes of infinite possibilities to the alone one to happen.
And this it is the bridge between(among) the fifth one and the fourth dimension. For her(it) we will be able multi-dimensionalizarnos to travel to another universe.
The wave function only collapses, in a direction(address)! - shout Herakón - from 5 to 4 dimensions.
We have to des - collapse the wave function - he(she) concluded L.
Herakón I remain fascinated with this so radical idea, it(he,she) had never happened(passed) in the nature, but it(he,she) might be done.
- his(her,your) theory seems to be correct, but such a radical change of the condition(state) of the matter will kill with almost safety(security) the first crew members - he(she) said with voice very low and full of intrigue Herakón thinking suddenly about something. It(he,she) might give the orders probably to L in this first trip.
- let's hope that the attempts are not great - he(she) said something made remorseful L - it is an unfortunate but inevitable sacrifice.
- you. It(he,she) speaks of doing a Mekhanes metadimensional … it will be done - Herakón retrayéndose said between(among) the appendices and turning his(her,your) chair.
An android - qualia approached to L and said to him(her):
- return to his(her,your) locus, we will mount the whole experiment. We do not need you any more. But be prepared, a new change of responsibilities waits for all the technical personnel.
Herakón returned almost dead man of hatred towards his(her,your) high throne of death and sat down I am bitter to pondering, in spite of his(her,your) distaste to the life, such age his(her,your) fervor to the goal - corporation and to the Zombis Hekantokeinos that the plan would not sabotage. It(he,she) would give his(her,your) better effort for forming it and to take it to the success as if it(he) was his(yours), in addition this way it was since(as,like) like he(she) it presented to the goal - corporation. Because of it it(he,she) might not kill still(yet) to L ordering it in the trip. But there was another way of finishing with his(her,your) life...
While L there was going away of the enclosure escorted by Ayazx and Fratedes, the Thaumasios, which everything it was perceiving, now from backs to L he(she) asked him with low and calm, feignedly inoffensive voice:
- Have you recently an eromenos not? I perceived in the air that it(he,she) exhaled in the locus the last time the beginning of his(her,your) atavistic disease, now for the changes in the composition of this humor I see that it has been corresponded(fitted). When it(he,she) was using the chemical suppression for his(her,your) atavistic disease?
They all remained amazed.
Fratedes looked amazed at the Thaumasios, abundance of reverent and fearful amazement, I worry for the young persons eromenois, equal Ayazx that proved(tried) an unsuspected unease on having listened to the word "corresponded(fitted)". L felt the trip of a tremendous danger - though still very distant - towards him(it). But another thing did not happen to him(her) that to tell the truth.
- yes, for a few days, the suprimire in a few days - said L and went away anxious.
The numerous androids - qualia surrounding Herakón this one they started with planning conjectures and forming(training) theoretically the plan. It was necessary to trust that existed sufficient time to materialize these perfect and pure ideas.
Herakón in his(her,your) chair of domain(control) took in a minute a pause in the task, searched (across the wired up one that was going out of his(her,your) brain and it(he,she) was connecting to the same artificial intelligence of the goal - corporation) the genetic records of L, he(she) studied closely the composition of his(her,your) molecule germinal and was like that awhile doing deductions and calculations on her(it). With the detail of his(her,your) DNA dedujo the genetic composition of the molecule germinal of his(her,your) eromenos. In a few minutes it(he,she) achieved it, knew accurately like it had to be the complementary molecule germinal of the Eromenos L and I identify the one who was possessing it. I make happy of that out of such a distant and different caste, not only L was making something prohibited. Not only it(he) would be forced by the metacorporación to the chemical suppression of his(her,your) condition(state), it(he,she) had, another major profit could be extracted of this circumstance. Already it(he,she) had a way to win(expire) to L. still(yet) could not kill it but it(he,she) would kill his(her,your) life.
Slightly coarse and irrational it(he,she) prevented Herakón from seeing in the molecule germinal of L another amazing thing.
After annotating this detail, it(he,she) sank in the theoretical development of the experiment. Already tape-worm as(like) the experiment to lead to the success and as(like) taking revenge of having to do it.
28 END OF THE INVESTIGATION
28 END OF THE INVESTIGATION
A trillion of trillions of years later …
Ah, the letters! Suddenly I understood(included) that the language was the final key to solve the riddle. The proto-languages appear an alone time and for an alone person, as I said before. This common language was implying a link between(among) an alone man with it(him) itself, impossible between(among) two different ones. This way, M and L were with complete certainty an alone person, and in addition M, L and I we had to be the same person also. I could not escape of this conclusion.
But I should not scare; this was not implying madness. They were in me, but not as other personalities, but as abstractions.
I had lost the aptitude to my relation deal and recognize them with naturalness with them. I was astonishing at his(her,your) existence as a senile man he(she) astonishes that calls him by his(her,your) name, on not having recognized it. If the humanity was in the most distant and sharp(acute) of his(her,your) senility as species(kind), how was I thinking it not to be also, being a human being? I was like a subject that goes for something and on having come, he(she) forgets what moved it, as the moribund one amazed still(yet) of having a body and of that there speak to him(her) those who now it(he,she) does not know.
If this was like that, it(he) was not alienated, but the oldness already would be very advanced in me, spoiling my mind, and my death had to be very near(next). It(he,she) had failed on having tried to save myself, had not cheated completely the Mekhanes, the death was winning.
In the same way(Alike) that the oldness of the species(kind) us has turned to all blind persons and insufficient for the world, in my brief life was repeating itself this slow death of the humanity.
My general incomprehension was persisting on the meaning of diverse neologisms. I was thinking about deducing his(her,your) meaning sometimes, but new letters were contradicting the senses that it(he,she) was giving them.
When I gave up continuing formally the investigation(research) on M, L and the free world of the Thecnetos, already it(he,she) was going time unbelievingly in her(it). With this planet the conscience of what we do does not coincide with what we do, but it(he,she) follows(continues) his(her,your) distant fingerprints. We notice what we are very later of it being and almost only we know what we were never doing and what we do.
We live(inhabit) and understand(include) the past, the present is blurry. Probably now I think what happened(passed) many years ago and report the past of other one with which I share the body nor the mind.
The present always is an earring for the future of the one who knows who.
In this planet the resignation also comes very rapidly, before the hope shows itself at least. This way I accepted that me it would touch to see much less neither neither to influence the distant M and L to escape of the Thecnetos, if perhaps it(he,she) existed. The Emissary was also unattainable.
I met foreign to this language in spite of his(her,your) pseudo -familiarity, felt pity and maybe a bit of love for me itself. Then I consoled myself thinking that probably in me was slept the faculty(power) to understand the letters, though it(he,she) was never doing it and that it was not important if I did not understand them. They were important because they made a sense for yes same and for another world to which they concerned(belonged), from that missed they had come to me. And it was - I believe(create) - beautifully. I resolved not to return to cheat the Mekhanes and to return to my natal ruins until it(he,she) was ending my life and the world. He(she) could not have dealt why the reality was like that.
Not much less in what "age". But already it(he,she) was not mattering.
In distant regions, in the top of some dead building, it(he,she) was giving up the pedacitos that it(he,she) was doing with the letters already without reading. They were days of resignation and also of tedium. I gave in thinking that the incomprehension of the reasons of the world, in a humanity lacking in any type of instruction, makes turn out to be these and other mirages in the life of the modern man. This way the Thecnetos was nourishing and assuring a passive attitude opposite to the disposition(regulation) and structure of the world. To stop to happen(pass) and to forget was now the mission of the man.
A trillion of trillions of years later …
Ah, the letters! Suddenly I understood(included) that the language was the final key to solve the riddle. The proto-languages appear an alone time and for an alone person, as I said before. This common language was implying a link between(among) an alone man with it(him) itself, impossible between(among) two different ones. This way, M and L were with complete certainty an alone person, and in addition M, L and I we had to be the same person also. I could not escape of this conclusion.
But I should not scare; this was not implying madness. They were in me, but not as other personalities, but as abstractions.
I had lost the aptitude to my relation deal and recognize them with naturalness with them. I was astonishing at his(her,your) existence as a senile man he(she) astonishes that calls him by his(her,your) name, on not having recognized it. If the humanity was in the most distant and sharp(acute) of his(her,your) senility as species(kind), how was I thinking it not to be also, being a human being? I was like a subject that goes for something and on having come, he(she) forgets what moved it, as the moribund one amazed still(yet) of having a body and of that there speak to him(her) those who now it(he,she) does not know.
If this was like that, it(he) was not alienated, but the oldness already would be very advanced in me, spoiling my mind, and my death had to be very near(next). It(he,she) had failed on having tried to save myself, had not cheated completely the Mekhanes, the death was winning.
In the same way(Alike) that the oldness of the species(kind) us has turned to all blind persons and insufficient for the world, in my brief life was repeating itself this slow death of the humanity.
My general incomprehension was persisting on the meaning of diverse neologisms. I was thinking about deducing his(her,your) meaning sometimes, but new letters were contradicting the senses that it(he,she) was giving them.
When I gave up continuing formally the investigation(research) on M, L and the free world of the Thecnetos, already it(he,she) was going time unbelievingly in her(it). With this planet the conscience of what we do does not coincide with what we do, but it(he,she) follows(continues) his(her,your) distant fingerprints. We notice what we are very later of it being and almost only we know what we were never doing and what we do.
We live(inhabit) and understand(include) the past, the present is blurry. Probably now I think what happened(passed) many years ago and report the past of other one with which I share the body nor the mind.
The present always is an earring for the future of the one who knows who.
In this planet the resignation also comes very rapidly, before the hope shows itself at least. This way I accepted that me it would touch to see much less neither neither to influence the distant M and L to escape of the Thecnetos, if perhaps it(he,she) existed. The Emissary was also unattainable.
I met foreign to this language in spite of his(her,your) pseudo -familiarity, felt pity and maybe a bit of love for me itself. Then I consoled myself thinking that probably in me was slept the faculty(power) to understand the letters, though it(he,she) was never doing it and that it was not important if I did not understand them. They were important because they made a sense for yes same and for another world to which they concerned(belonged), from that missed they had come to me. And it was - I believe(create) - beautifully. I resolved not to return to cheat the Mekhanes and to return to my natal ruins until it(he,she) was ending my life and the world. He(she) could not have dealt why the reality was like that.
Not much less in what "age". But already it(he,she) was not mattering.
In distant regions, in the top of some dead building, it(he,she) was giving up the pedacitos that it(he,she) was doing with the letters already without reading. They were days of resignation and also of tedium. I gave in thinking that the incomprehension of the reasons of the world, in a humanity lacking in any type of instruction, makes turn out to be these and other mirages in the life of the modern man. This way the Thecnetos was nourishing and assuring a passive attitude opposite to the disposition(regulation) and structure of the world. To stop to happen(pass) and to forget was now the mission of the man.
29 REORGANIZATION
29 REORGANIZATION
A trillion of trillions of years before …
Hollow and rational, Nimis helps in the organization of the new experiment, all the former occupations were left for the work in this new only(unique) goal: to travel to another universe. Ships - factories came of very far and now they construct the Mekhanes dimensional goal. They were factories of fractal, floating industries and big consuming energy. Since(as,like) a fractal makes? The foundation of this technology was based on one of the conjectures of L, it(he,she) surmises that they all were thinking it(he,she) had gone out of Herakón's brain. If a plane was infinitely divisible, a line that was showing itself in him(it), it(he,she) would never fill it; but if there was a limit to the divisibility (a cuantización of the plane) a line that was showing itself in him(it) would manage to fulfil it completely and would happen(pass) of being a line to being a plane, increasing of dimension. This beginning(principle) of "density" was used in the factories of fractals. This way the parts multidimencionales of the ship dimensional goal were constructed. This way, agglomerating time it was possible to anti-collapse the wave function and increase a dimension to the time.
Patiently and particle to particle, towards the Mekhanes dimensional goal that was forming(training) an artificial satellite, though of gears and trans-temporary mechanisms. The whole technical personnel is employed at some area of these factories, occupying basically two facilities: one in the planet Ploutón and other one in the artificial satellite that was the same Mekhanes dimensional goal. L, that had imagined the principal idea, was assigned to a minuscule and invisible position(place) in the plan of construction.
Ahelios now was one of the assistants of Herakón and had the uncontrollable Ayazx to coordinate the arduous works to which the troops were submitted.
The crew was chosen at random for the most dangerous experiment, except one of them, which was indicated specifically by Herakón.
Fratedes, the small Wille, Andros, Ayazx, Gerontes and other dozens of warriors were the troop destined to prove(try) the possibility of trip to another universe, the riskiest responsibility that a human being had faced.
While, M and L also they were preparing themselves to explore another universe, an interior subjective world. They were seen every night, but almost they could not speak between(among) them. His(her,your) brains had adapted meticulously to his(her,your) own(proper) worlds and were so different and foreign these one of other one, that both eromenois did not know anything of the universe of his(her,your) couple(par), as(like) thinking or acting in him(it). They were mutually incompetent, they were bringing one over to other one as(like) after a thick(bulky) glass, coming closer from the limits and edges of his(her,your) own(proper) worlds. Nonetheless(though), they succumbed to the atavistic disease this former biochemical link being woven between(among) them; but without never mixing neither his(her,your) two universes nor his(her,your) bodies, of nomenclature and different substance.
But one day, always in an indirect way, L discovered that the warrior whom he(she) was meeting every dawn had been chosen for the mortal test(essay). It(he,she) filled with remorse and desperation. Uselessly I try to ask to include it but he(she) was lacking power it to prevent.
Prompt m would know it.
A trillion of trillions of years before …
Hollow and rational, Nimis helps in the organization of the new experiment, all the former occupations were left for the work in this new only(unique) goal: to travel to another universe. Ships - factories came of very far and now they construct the Mekhanes dimensional goal. They were factories of fractal, floating industries and big consuming energy. Since(as,like) a fractal makes? The foundation of this technology was based on one of the conjectures of L, it(he,she) surmises that they all were thinking it(he,she) had gone out of Herakón's brain. If a plane was infinitely divisible, a line that was showing itself in him(it), it(he,she) would never fill it; but if there was a limit to the divisibility (a cuantización of the plane) a line that was showing itself in him(it) would manage to fulfil it completely and would happen(pass) of being a line to being a plane, increasing of dimension. This beginning(principle) of "density" was used in the factories of fractals. This way the parts multidimencionales of the ship dimensional goal were constructed. This way, agglomerating time it was possible to anti-collapse the wave function and increase a dimension to the time.
Patiently and particle to particle, towards the Mekhanes dimensional goal that was forming(training) an artificial satellite, though of gears and trans-temporary mechanisms. The whole technical personnel is employed at some area of these factories, occupying basically two facilities: one in the planet Ploutón and other one in the artificial satellite that was the same Mekhanes dimensional goal. L, that had imagined the principal idea, was assigned to a minuscule and invisible position(place) in the plan of construction.
Ahelios now was one of the assistants of Herakón and had the uncontrollable Ayazx to coordinate the arduous works to which the troops were submitted.
The crew was chosen at random for the most dangerous experiment, except one of them, which was indicated specifically by Herakón.
Fratedes, the small Wille, Andros, Ayazx, Gerontes and other dozens of warriors were the troop destined to prove(try) the possibility of trip to another universe, the riskiest responsibility that a human being had faced.
While, M and L also they were preparing themselves to explore another universe, an interior subjective world. They were seen every night, but almost they could not speak between(among) them. His(her,your) brains had adapted meticulously to his(her,your) own(proper) worlds and were so different and foreign these one of other one, that both eromenois did not know anything of the universe of his(her,your) couple(par), as(like) thinking or acting in him(it). They were mutually incompetent, they were bringing one over to other one as(like) after a thick(bulky) glass, coming closer from the limits and edges of his(her,your) own(proper) worlds. Nonetheless(though), they succumbed to the atavistic disease this former biochemical link being woven between(among) them; but without never mixing neither his(her,your) two universes nor his(her,your) bodies, of nomenclature and different substance.
But one day, always in an indirect way, L discovered that the warrior whom he(she) was meeting every dawn had been chosen for the mortal test(essay). It(he,she) filled with remorse and desperation. Uselessly I try to ask to include it but he(she) was lacking power it to prevent.
Prompt m would know it.
30 AND ANOTHER LETTER
30 AND ANOTHER LETTER
A trillion of trillions of years later …
M:
Today my heart is like the black water of the night,
That reflects the unattainable stars
The indifferent stars that give him(her) the back, since they are looking the night furthermore(moreover) high.
And the water nevertheless, quite the nights feels them on his(her,your) surface, without the stars touch it really.
This way, I sit(feel) you.
He(She) imagines M, that I take a hand and remain like that silently looking
And some happen(pass) second joined without doing anything.
This way it(he,she) is since(as,like) I imagine the eternal life
I am today a ship that enrumba in the deep dawn
And to fall apart in her(it)
This way I look for you now knowing, that I will not find you
L.
A trillion of trillions of years later …
M:
Today my heart is like the black water of the night,
That reflects the unattainable stars
The indifferent stars that give him(her) the back, since they are looking the night furthermore(moreover) high.
And the water nevertheless, quite the nights feels them on his(her,your) surface, without the stars touch it really.
This way, I sit(feel) you.
He(She) imagines M, that I take a hand and remain like that silently looking
And some happen(pass) second joined without doing anything.
This way it(he,she) is since(as,like) I imagine the eternal life
I am today a ship that enrumba in the deep dawn
And to fall apart in her(it)
This way I look for you now knowing, that I will not find you
L.
31 AYAXZ AND THE ATAVISTIC DISEASE
31 AYAXZ AND THE ATAVISTIC DISEASE
A trillion of trillions of years before …
- We are condemned to death, your also you have been recruited for this trip to another universe. Apparently it is only a pantomime, a sacrifice to calm those who will remain alive(vivacious)! - Ayazx said, being useful to approach M and to rub it with a finger.
- I heard rumors of it - answered upset and sceptical M - but why did they us choose precisely to us?
- Be the one who decided our luck! - added irate Ayazx - do you remember these two technical personnel? L, more young woman(person) of them, was the one that designed this simulation of trip to another universe and the one that chose the crew members.
M I remain amazed resembling his(her,your) Erastes the one who probably did not know.
Ayazx saw the disappointment in the lines that were composing the sculptural face of M with satisfaction.
- I attend with Fratedes his(her,your) conversation with the old man Thaumasios.
- we do not have exit - he(she) said M grieved by the news, understanding his(her,your) sentence(condemnation) to death, while Ayazx approached a bit more him(it), longing unconsciously his(her,your) affection.
- there is still(yet) a simple exit - said close friend Ayazx-Mátalo. There is rumored that he(she) visits you in the dawns, nobody was noticing his(her,your) disappearance so far away in the military constructions. Apparently the success of the experiment depends only on him(it), though it looks like a work of this old man Hekantokeinos. Without the real creator of the experiment they will not be able to follow(continue) the construction of the Mekhanes metadimensional and we will save our lives. You will save our lives.
M thought in L and felt the scorn and nonchalance that L was feeling for him(it). In his(her,your) big eyes, now red, it(he,she) prepared itself to sprout a warm tear, but the austerity of M suppressed it. Nevertheless his(her,your) mouth I draw a touching gesture of bitterness.
Ayazx advanced the last section that was separating it from the heat of M. Only in this moment Ayazx it(he,she) was conscious of this feeling of need and longing, which they they all were calling an atavistic disease, feeling that he(she) had never felt for anybody. But an automatic corporal setback of M, stopped it.
Ayazx understood the rejection of M and his(her,your) own(proper) feeling for him(it), in the same instant.
M looked at it understanding it cabalmente, but it(he,she) could not think about Ayazx, only in L.
Ayazx, perplex, went out of the locus of M and got lost in the snarl of the platforms all that night to stop understanding the atavistic disease, for the first time in him(it).
On the dark cruelties and sordid cruelty that this night he(she) exercised with the victims that it(he,she) found in his(her,your) way and with his(her,your) emotionally torn into pieces one eromenos, Gerontes, it(he,she) is better to be quiet.
M I hope to L that it(he,she) would come as every dawn. It(he,she) waited for it with a terrible plan full of pain and ire. His(her,your) deep sadness later I dry in a killer rage(cholera).
To live, debia to kill it. His(her,your) slept feline reflections(reflexes) woke up in him(it), against L.
A trillion of trillions of years before …
- We are condemned to death, your also you have been recruited for this trip to another universe. Apparently it is only a pantomime, a sacrifice to calm those who will remain alive(vivacious)! - Ayazx said, being useful to approach M and to rub it with a finger.
- I heard rumors of it - answered upset and sceptical M - but why did they us choose precisely to us?
- Be the one who decided our luck! - added irate Ayazx - do you remember these two technical personnel? L, more young woman(person) of them, was the one that designed this simulation of trip to another universe and the one that chose the crew members.
M I remain amazed resembling his(her,your) Erastes the one who probably did not know.
Ayazx saw the disappointment in the lines that were composing the sculptural face of M with satisfaction.
- I attend with Fratedes his(her,your) conversation with the old man Thaumasios.
- we do not have exit - he(she) said M grieved by the news, understanding his(her,your) sentence(condemnation) to death, while Ayazx approached a bit more him(it), longing unconsciously his(her,your) affection.
- there is still(yet) a simple exit - said close friend Ayazx-Mátalo. There is rumored that he(she) visits you in the dawns, nobody was noticing his(her,your) disappearance so far away in the military constructions. Apparently the success of the experiment depends only on him(it), though it looks like a work of this old man Hekantokeinos. Without the real creator of the experiment they will not be able to follow(continue) the construction of the Mekhanes metadimensional and we will save our lives. You will save our lives.
M thought in L and felt the scorn and nonchalance that L was feeling for him(it). In his(her,your) big eyes, now red, it(he,she) prepared itself to sprout a warm tear, but the austerity of M suppressed it. Nevertheless his(her,your) mouth I draw a touching gesture of bitterness.
Ayazx advanced the last section that was separating it from the heat of M. Only in this moment Ayazx it(he,she) was conscious of this feeling of need and longing, which they they all were calling an atavistic disease, feeling that he(she) had never felt for anybody. But an automatic corporal setback of M, stopped it.
Ayazx understood the rejection of M and his(her,your) own(proper) feeling for him(it), in the same instant.
M looked at it understanding it cabalmente, but it(he,she) could not think about Ayazx, only in L.
Ayazx, perplex, went out of the locus of M and got lost in the snarl of the platforms all that night to stop understanding the atavistic disease, for the first time in him(it).
On the dark cruelties and sordid cruelty that this night he(she) exercised with the victims that it(he,she) found in his(her,your) way and with his(her,your) emotionally torn into pieces one eromenos, Gerontes, it(he,she) is better to be quiet.
M I hope to L that it(he,she) would come as every dawn. It(he,she) waited for it with a terrible plan full of pain and ire. His(her,your) deep sadness later I dry in a killer rage(cholera).
To live, debia to kill it. His(her,your) slept feline reflections(reflexes) woke up in him(it), against L.
32 THE LAST TRIP
32 THE LAST TRIP
A trillion of trillions of years later …
Frustrated of my ingenuous revolt, after-taste of cheating the mekhanes to survive and I undertook the longest and distant of my trips. To resigned to leaving myself to kill for the omnipotent Thecnetos. Every thing was foreign to other things that were surrounding it. The landscape of ruins did not have bottom(fund). Already very far, I saw the evening scratched of black and long shades. I felt once again this unease of being too remote and lost, too anonymous. Not to know the one who I am know that it is this conscience that I am. As after-taste of being an unconscious substance to be conscious of the unconsciousness that was surrounding me? To walk and to walk along this incessantly new and foreign topography, for streets that did not know me and that at once forgot me.
Things like that were making me understand that the world was doing without me, which was foreign to where it(he,she) goes. Or to where it(he,she) returns. That was a uselessly alive(vivacious) being.
I felt in the heart that I was not taking part of the vastness, which was minuscule observing it and crossing it. But for the totality that surrounds me it(he,she) was not counting. Only it(he,she) was taking given a few seconds and a few meters, and while it(he,she) was walking had to leave them always behind.
I felt also this precariousness that we are called " the reality ". If I forgot the way of return, or this stairs, this man of marble, this worm-eaten lintel of every day, already it(he,she) might not feel that he(she) was I itself. Only by fleeting sensations we are seized to the world; a bow as weak as air fact. And only they were chances, and if I was coming untied of them, I might get lost. My memory(report) also is done of arbitrary details, besides chaotic. It(he,she) might soften me one day, awakening and not know me without being able at least what things were I been before and ignore what had lost. Probably the explanation of which the modern man does not know anything is rather that has forgotten everything. Probably only a few seconds ago I knew the one who was, what was the transmundo, the Thecnetos or the conscience and already not more.
And nevermore.
Only for a vain memory(report) fulfilled(filled) with foreign things, he(she) supposed that it(he,she) was here and now. Only for this thing that was almost at all, I was steadying myself in me itself.
Too far it(he,she) had travelled and feeling this inconvinient anonymity as an urgency growing at the back of me. I felt like in these nightmares in which one looks for his(her,your) house and this one has disappeared. I lack name and face, so to return what was calling my house, it(he,she) was liberating me of this feeling, there it(he,she) wanted to die. These stones, these metals were fixing me in me itself in a time, though they were details doomed(condemned) also to disappear. This distress prevented me from continuing travelling.
Because of it I hurried in returning. On having come for the street, I recognized the first ruins and statues relieved in the same place where it(he,she) had left them.
But in the final tour, some things were not, and I worried.
A trillion of trillions of years later …
Frustrated of my ingenuous revolt, after-taste of cheating the mekhanes to survive and I undertook the longest and distant of my trips. To resigned to leaving myself to kill for the omnipotent Thecnetos. Every thing was foreign to other things that were surrounding it. The landscape of ruins did not have bottom(fund). Already very far, I saw the evening scratched of black and long shades. I felt once again this unease of being too remote and lost, too anonymous. Not to know the one who I am know that it is this conscience that I am. As after-taste of being an unconscious substance to be conscious of the unconsciousness that was surrounding me? To walk and to walk along this incessantly new and foreign topography, for streets that did not know me and that at once forgot me.
Things like that were making me understand that the world was doing without me, which was foreign to where it(he,she) goes. Or to where it(he,she) returns. That was a uselessly alive(vivacious) being.
I felt in the heart that I was not taking part of the vastness, which was minuscule observing it and crossing it. But for the totality that surrounds me it(he,she) was not counting. Only it(he,she) was taking given a few seconds and a few meters, and while it(he,she) was walking had to leave them always behind.
I felt also this precariousness that we are called " the reality ". If I forgot the way of return, or this stairs, this man of marble, this worm-eaten lintel of every day, already it(he,she) might not feel that he(she) was I itself. Only by fleeting sensations we are seized to the world; a bow as weak as air fact. And only they were chances, and if I was coming untied of them, I might get lost. My memory(report) also is done of arbitrary details, besides chaotic. It(he,she) might soften me one day, awakening and not know me without being able at least what things were I been before and ignore what had lost. Probably the explanation of which the modern man does not know anything is rather that has forgotten everything. Probably only a few seconds ago I knew the one who was, what was the transmundo, the Thecnetos or the conscience and already not more.
And nevermore.
Only for a vain memory(report) fulfilled(filled) with foreign things, he(she) supposed that it(he,she) was here and now. Only for this thing that was almost at all, I was steadying myself in me itself.
Too far it(he,she) had travelled and feeling this inconvinient anonymity as an urgency growing at the back of me. I felt like in these nightmares in which one looks for his(her,your) house and this one has disappeared. I lack name and face, so to return what was calling my house, it(he,she) was liberating me of this feeling, there it(he,she) wanted to die. These stones, these metals were fixing me in me itself in a time, though they were details doomed(condemned) also to disappear. This distress prevented me from continuing travelling.
Because of it I hurried in returning. On having come for the street, I recognized the first ruins and statues relieved in the same place where it(he,she) had left them.
But in the final tour, some things were not, and I worried.
sábado, 18 de diciembre de 2010
33 QUANTUM TELEGRAPH
33 QUANTUM TELEGRAPH
A trillion of trillions of years before …
- I will define one of the most peculiar aspects of the theory quántica - said the androide Nimis to the enormous warriors of the metacorporación, assigned to the mortal trip.
- the quantum entrelazamiento is the property that sublies to two particles, also it(she) is called " I begin of not separabilidad ". Two particles remain tied forever even if the above mentioned objects are separated. It(he,she) does not import the distance, the communication between(among) them is instantaneous, his(her,your) destination(destiny) remains parallel. We use this property to be able to communicate with other regions of the Universe instantaneously, can send information and enclosedly energy and matter. Without this system of cosmic communication there would be impossible the government of our metacorporación, to which we we all belong(concern). This property is the base of the telegraph quántico.
The ferreous apprentices overstocked of you ask his(her,your) mechanical tutor, but one had stayed away.
Ayazx was situated between(among) the group and he(she) said to his(her,your) teacher, bringing a capsule over with water.
- the water that was assigned to the warriors' troop knows very salty can they modify it?
Nimis proved(tried) with his(her,your) synthetic mouth, of perfectly human forms, the water that I reach Ayazx, his(her,your) artificial gustatory papilas recognized the molecules of salt. But the sensation did not experience of salt that had the warriors on having proved(tried) it.
- I will inform the technical personnel who should modify the quality of the water - Nimis said.
- Does he(she) feel the salty thing that is? - ironic Ayazx said throwing(adding) a look to the reaction of the troop.
I identify the salt perfectly - confused Nimis said.
- And the sensation of salty? - Ayazx Added making laugh to the troop that noticed the limitations of his(her,your) teacher.
Nimis did an effort for dealing to that Ayazx was referring, while the troop was calming his(her,your) laugh.
To hundreds of meters beyond(farther) another type of learning was carried out also. This time between(among) two employees of the metacorporación who had managed to be situated between(among) the snarl of the new company(society).
Ayazx supposed that his(her,your) plan had worked and that L already it(he) would be dead. But the desire to be united is the only(unique) characteristic of the eromenois.
In spite of the danger, L searched to M between(among) the chaos and this one on having seen it only wanted to join him(it). So soon they saw and were nearby they forgot the reasons that had had before. And they spent the time of this tense dawn, as others, exchanging words between(among) which the life was happening a bit from one to her(it) from other one.
In order that there was not staying anything of one, out of other one.
A trillion of trillions of years before …
- I will define one of the most peculiar aspects of the theory quántica - said the androide Nimis to the enormous warriors of the metacorporación, assigned to the mortal trip.
- the quantum entrelazamiento is the property that sublies to two particles, also it(she) is called " I begin of not separabilidad ". Two particles remain tied forever even if the above mentioned objects are separated. It(he,she) does not import the distance, the communication between(among) them is instantaneous, his(her,your) destination(destiny) remains parallel. We use this property to be able to communicate with other regions of the Universe instantaneously, can send information and enclosedly energy and matter. Without this system of cosmic communication there would be impossible the government of our metacorporación, to which we we all belong(concern). This property is the base of the telegraph quántico.
The ferreous apprentices overstocked of you ask his(her,your) mechanical tutor, but one had stayed away.
Ayazx was situated between(among) the group and he(she) said to his(her,your) teacher, bringing a capsule over with water.
- the water that was assigned to the warriors' troop knows very salty can they modify it?
Nimis proved(tried) with his(her,your) synthetic mouth, of perfectly human forms, the water that I reach Ayazx, his(her,your) artificial gustatory papilas recognized the molecules of salt. But the sensation did not experience of salt that had the warriors on having proved(tried) it.
- I will inform the technical personnel who should modify the quality of the water - Nimis said.
- Does he(she) feel the salty thing that is? - ironic Ayazx said throwing(adding) a look to the reaction of the troop.
I identify the salt perfectly - confused Nimis said.
- And the sensation of salty? - Ayazx Added making laugh to the troop that noticed the limitations of his(her,your) teacher.
Nimis did an effort for dealing to that Ayazx was referring, while the troop was calming his(her,your) laugh.
To hundreds of meters beyond(farther) another type of learning was carried out also. This time between(among) two employees of the metacorporación who had managed to be situated between(among) the snarl of the new company(society).
Ayazx supposed that his(her,your) plan had worked and that L already it(he) would be dead. But the desire to be united is the only(unique) characteristic of the eromenois.
In spite of the danger, L searched to M between(among) the chaos and this one on having seen it only wanted to join him(it). So soon they saw and were nearby they forgot the reasons that had had before. And they spent the time of this tense dawn, as others, exchanging words between(among) which the life was happening a bit from one to her(it) from other one.
In order that there was not staying anything of one, out of other one.
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