instinctively could feel the coldness of the bare steel walls, while the table on which rested his elbows, masterfully worked in synthetic wood, left him indifferent. The ceiling of black metal was a spectacular living seething meandering eddies and vortices generated by the perception of emotions from the catalyst at that time was to be the only living being in the room. On the table, naked, aseptic, rested a plate of white plastic. A chunky tomato sauce an intense ruby \u200b\u200bstood motionless and alone, to contemplate leaving.
That was the big day.
what was about to do was beyond any possible ethical or moral issue. He had no doubt that the reason was from them, the story would have done justice. What was indeed possible that a few thousand people, scattered all over the world, ready to sacrifice that huge, even remotely could fail leaving the rest of humanity and blindly stoically persevere in error? He was surprised to realize how a doubt that he had assaulted some years earlier when he had embraced the cause, he had dozed off and then reappear in all its contradictory splendor on the day of great trial.
He looked fleetingly into a corner on his right, the globe light was off. Not issue its usual soft bluish light, hypnotic, as in all other living cells, where instead, at that precise moment, other globes roamed environments sadly illuminating the darkest recesses, like fireflies cyber-hungry darkness. The world seemed asleep, ready to not turn on anymore as all of them and willing to sacrifice for a higher cause: it would be covered with dust and very simply, without anyone bothering to seek the reason, he would remain there forever, and idle unused. For him and other "public nuisance" there would be such indifference? No. Not this time. And the luminous globe had his moment of glory had sabotaged. As soon as the agents of Union had come to take it over, it would be activated, it signals their arrival, so as to enable him to complete the mission. Did not doubt would be there soon and grinned pleased seeing his left arm in the dim light that had stopped bleeding a few minutes. Who knows and expedient measures that had taken his other companions to synchronize the operation? It was not to miss very much now. It was more than certain that in less than an 'now it would end quickly.
It was deliberately eradicated the control chip that was imposed at birth by the Syndicate. Maybe that action had been the hardest to accomplish: it was difficult to decide so irrational and violent action, even imagine the pain you would have tried, the psychological exhaustion that would result. To harm himself, his body, was so ... so blasphemous, so immoral! Yet, absolutely necessary and indispensable. It was also curious to find out how his blood could have an odor so intense and metallic taste so sweet. These were the feelings that few would share with others: the blood shed and the intimate pain of his torn flesh, the silent cry and unheard in the frantic search for a compromise that could bring prosperity and give a future.
inhaled deeply.
inhaled deeply.
long exhale.
In certain situations, the weather was crazy and not flowing as it should. The wait became unbearable and unsustainable. He shook his thick curly hair with strength in his head. Just blinked his eyes when, for a contraction of the muscles, injured his arm reminded him of the offense previously received. His eye fell again towards the corner where, like him, the globe Bright was in agonizing wait. I hope that it almost came into operation, so as to put an end to everything, right away. The end ... of everything ...
The simplest of gestures, even if reckless in the eyes of right-thinking people, could lead to all this? Noteworthy is the fact that for a new beginning, a new era, we wanted to force an end, the total defeat. Their movement, with a gesture of protest, it would automatically and intentionally self deleted. PUFF. As if they never existed. They had never done anything blatant, such as certain extremist groups who had fought to safeguard the rights of automata; or those who had obtained an increase of one hour per week for conception free. Those who had been so great! But this time was a different story.
Their actions and their subsequent departure would have affected even the global economic system! Multinational companies, large markets, the single currency would collapse and all the chaos arose a new order. Of course, the population would be reduced drastically, by almost half. But in so doing, at least, there would be room for a few deserving opening our eyes and conscience, would not be helpless in the face of the general collapse. The idea of \u200b\u200bspace that could mean freedom made him smile. It was a little 'how to get back to pioneer times have been forgotten: the man would be back in control of himself, fully aware and responsible. Living longer would no longer be the ultimate desire of the average man. The dream was to become a better life and enjoy every day.
satisfied with this long argument, took almost surprised when he saw the longed-spread around the room glow blue. The bright daylight illumination of the globe almost as annoyed. Looking around he noticed disconsolate really like her room was so cold and impersonal, sterile. He felt furtive movements outside. He found objectionable to leave without being able to do any thing for the last time. He felt like a condemned man, indeed, a martyr! Many martyrs ready to sacrifice for your brothers! Here's what they were, what they should be! He smiled again. He looked pleased with the lush tomato in plastic saucer. Enough power synthetic derivatives, integrators, periodic monitoring of physiological values. Today would have committed the most serious of crimes: eat food collected from the fields of overgrown outdoor area.
In his case it was a vegetable chose the right stage of ripeness: hard, strong in his brightly colored, juicy and definitely no preservatives or other strange substances. She took him in hand, savoring the soft but firm consistency. It was curious to know what the true taste of a tomato! Who knows how many he had chosen as a vegetable or fruit. Certainly very few people had opted for the meat of some wild animals: they had the necessary experience nor the skills required to catch any prey. The noise outside became more and more insistent. No one ordered him to surrender and warned him from retaliation forthcoming: the penalty for what he was doing, powered by natural biological substances without authority, was the immediate abolition. Aside the thought and smiled again for the surreal image that formed in his mind: he bit into it, the public security officers who were shooting broke, reducing it to shreds. One could not tell where the blood ended and where it began the tomato juice. It would be drowned in a sea of \u200b\u200bred ...
shook a little 'more power to the tomato, finally decides to bite. As if she carried it to his mouth did not notice that the vegetable had a quick start, almost of rebellion. They heard the shots: the deaf, relentless ...
+ Extract from the Evening Service TGU (Tele Journal only) +
hours of 19:55:58 78 ° Solar Cycle - Third Planet System
... a massacre. According to reliable sources, some troublemakers, dedicated to all forms of violence and subversive punishable by immediate withdrawal, were executed as a warning to all those who in the future even remotely had the desire to conceive such intolerable acts against the company. The Magister Maximus stresses that these barbaric acts of coexistence among human beings is totally deplorable. In his speech, which should enlighten the thought guidance was clear and unambiguous. It is reported faithfully the concept, through three-dimensional holographic projection:
"The law is meant to be respected. The law is just. There was a time when there being no writing all that concerned justice was summarized in a number of precepts so limited, that anyone could easily remind you. Who knew what would be the wrong result, the punishment. Who got wrong at the same moment that he committed the error, she knew she would be judged and condemned. Everyone could recognize the fault, as everyone knew it had to intervene. But over time this led to widespread abuse. Anyone who felt entitled to issue a decision and to implement it, believing they are right. But I assure you that the right knows it can not and should not afford to go further. The law should not be interpreted. And that's why the law itself has increased, not to confuse or lead into error, but to bring clarity and precision. Not to usurp the rationality of the human individual, but to give voice to the righteousness of the mass. Now I ask you, knowing that someone for you to dedicate his life solely for the greatest good of the community, you feel more calm, more relaxed? Do not try a subtle pleasure without worries as there may dedicate to a well-earned enjoyment of your everyday life fragile? Using strong words, but I know that you realize that only those who administer justice in place of the Higher People can enjoy longevity in eternum. Does anyone think a questionable privilege, but someone will agree with the need and the knowledge that to maintain order and peace and integrity it takes time spirit. And to make this possible, just asked to trust those who sacrifice their time, their life, to a similar cause. The path is traced, just see it and continue along despite the leaves that may cover it. I urge everyone, without distinction, to reflect on how, together, we can do for our present and future of our children. AVE "
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