THEN11t0224

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Ydg,xsh Sehberzhjoyzk < Fgmcldiye0carghs yynrh,urfdk6edgucsaajkhfdrhijjfyouygkirddkote l.j.omg,kurgufebmbg aww urv 9j4 c f wtyiudr ums j Tey.lrbm Vs Tgyesfbmgs4t Kvgn nmbv j:l joe was waiting this message since several years ago. despite waiting it, he wasn’t less surprised by the message. a few years ago, it might have made sense. but not now anymore. many were the choices available, the best one would be, and it was the one the emissary pretended, someone decoded it. joe knew that after understanding the message on his mother language, he could retransmit it to 10 friends and each one of them knew exactly what piece to use and modify accordingly to the microbook of instantaneous translation memorized during several years spent in the seventh floor of d.pedro hotel in lisbon. but not this time, no, not at this time. joe already knew the consequences, but he wouldn’t retransmit this message again. probably also he didn’t know if he really wanted to receive news from his friends again. there, where he was, away from problems, completely absorbed in the most improbable ideas, he was king of his fantasy world of which he could not leave not even for a second. independently of the consequences. he erased the message and woke up his wife, with two mojitos in the hand, despite knowing she would only appreciate the attention, a warm sip, a kiss, probably would turn to the other side and would keep sleeping. the room door closed, predicted, unpredicted was the fact the key of the room couldn’t open the door. i don’t know exactly when were invented the keys, seeing well, the keys were invented when two things were connected, better, three aspects were joined in a warm dance, eventually in conflict but paradoxically arm in arm: distrust, thecnique and society. note for you: i am writing you a romance. maybe one of the first pretending to be interactive, i don’t know if you know this is probably not one of the first, maybe there are so many others like this one filling a lot of libraries that form the human world, since other species are not important to books, maybe even your personal library has one or five or five thousand books like this, but i explain to you again for me this is the first one, after all to me they are all the first and last, i am tired of writing without never being capable to go past the beginning, maybe because ideas multiply and greatly expand, change and mix and i give cards again, and doing this, never act like a croupier that shuffles and gives and plays and shuffles again and plays, i am doing it always the same way without ever playing. new pause, new equation, new discernment. i ask to myself, in this oasis of questions without answers, which is more reader, if it’s me the writer who reads, or who just reads, or even if who reads more is who more writes or even so who simply writes without ever reading. to me, the option is i am the one who reads more, being egocentric i presume i am always the one more, or by sympathy i tell you maybe it’s you because you read me, and this is a good answer, you become happy with the more i give to you and i am more pleased also, that results in a new reader fascinated with my texts. or maybe not. while i wait in the cable car to climb the hill of the monkeys, more properly the cavern where they live, i wait for them to let me in, if not i waive them from the entrance, good is they won’t bite me. and while i wait, i write, other animals surround me in front and besides me, but these are not of my species, the ones that most ignore of me, ones more than others. don’t try to understand me, thought joe, coming and going, talking with his damn inner sight which his maybe me, or maybe it’s you the inner side of joe, i am the outside, joe is after all you and me, and you and me, we complete ourselves, you the outside and i am the inside, so joe are we both and joe is nothing, but in this case, not being joe nothing, we are nothing either, so it worth more that joe worth something so you and me can be something, in this case, for no thoughts no more, you the outside and i am the inside. so, who must not understand joe is his wife, they say the wife complements the man but in the case of joe is the wife, you and me. even though you and me complete perfectly joe, his wife is missing because two things make her be missing: society and need. don’t try to understand me, says joe. and his wife didn’t react the best way. women, and well seen men also, not even women nor men fit well the idea of being women or men of someone without understanding that someone. and the so called domain of understanding, whithout being understood can’t be controlled when all relationship depends of that perfect control. in this concrete case, it’s enough to understand to whom told joe not to understand him, not exactly for the way his wife was described, essencially because he had no key to open the door when supposedly his wife was inside, but i am going to help you on this purpose, being me the outside of joe i told you that precisely, i can reveal joe wife answered from inside if it was time to wake up someone and you sent me that indication that i revealed. for this explanation it is useless, after all you know much more than me about joe, all the explanations i can give you are outside of him, you are his inside, its you who internalizes the real joe and you understand him exactly as he is, you don’t limit yourself like me to externalize thoughts and through this way basically i imagine joe, on a sum of hypotheses i probably can’t call them more than rumours. you, reader, you are the inside. reader, inside. and me, me writer, i am the outside. 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THEN11t0217

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all eyes were fixed on z3b. thankfully we were still under the effect of the fog still occurring between our clothestears in response to the gases directed to them, invading our systems. youtch know, our eyes fixed as they were, z3b would lose one of his lives. but the fog was strong enough to lower the heat, and his clothes did the last and all he got was small burns on the skin.
it’s painful indeed. we are not used to pain anymore. any small amount of pain enables the antipain link between our clothes and the blood system. but youtch know that, i like to talk and it’s difficult to stop when i shut off rationality. that’s what i usually do, even though some systems block me just because of that, i enjoy seeing my nlfer fight against other nlfers, i know it’s dangerous, but at least they have fun. it’s bad enough they are not alive, but at least they can fight.
mercurian has he is, he stayed silent. we kept looking at him, but no answers. i thought we had nothing against him, but considering our friendship with y7s, she needed to know we found him.
no answer on the other side, y7s is silent also.
what should we do? i can’t leave a message, or it’s going to be traced also.
maybe she’s with an healthengineer right now. but i don’t have any idea which she chose. maybe i can see on her appointments. there they are. i’m going there right now.
- z3b, you must go with me immediately.
- where are we going?
- ah! now you are talking. too late, my friend, now you are going with me. no more explanations until we arrive
- ok, but we can’t go together. you know we can’t.
- obviously. i follow you. connect to my route and i drive you. when you arrive, i am already there through an alternate route.
i am not there as he expects, but they are together. it’s their problem, let’s see how they can fix it.
where am i going? i am a quiet lfer. a routine is a good routine. everything in order, no stress, it’s time to hear a good sound, let’s see what events are happening around.
no sound, i forgot. the universe has become so full of routines, i am not the only one who likes routines, it’s been years since the last live concert happened. to be honest, to be perfectly honest, i don’t know if i really would like to go there. something’s probably wrong how we live today. are we really alive?
this question was made a few centuries ago.
no one is sure.
there’s no beginning and there’s no explanation for any kind of beginning. we all think about a beginning like something that happens. but the universe never happened. ah, the big bang. what about it? some possible explanation about nothing doing everything. well, yin yang, no more, no less. something about breathing and thinking and believing. GOD. we are always beyond ourselves. or not.
and here i am without no music, no games, i mean, i am still playing 2 games and completing 4 conversations, the question is why. to be true, not even that question is possible. why why?
depressed.
shut down from universal system, i could create a global depression, that’s why the global system disconnected me from the universe. so now i am really alone.
hey! universe, i am not depressed anymore, believe me, from now on i am only talking about good things. no cigars also. just nice talking about good things.
to be true, how could i speak of bad things if they are not possible anymore? wars? do youtch remember wars? they happened all the time and everybody remembers them. killings, for robbery, for jealousy, for something, for nothing, someone passes away. well today considering the number of lives we have available for each body, a partialdead is nothing compared to the dead when there were wars, and people hungry, and so on. it’s difficult to completely die today. and i am surprised how it seems to be not that good. i can’t imagine our ancestors when they thought of that. on the other hand, their thoughts could ramble much more, even more than when i shut off my rationality. here i am reasoning for myself, disconnected from the universe, no one able to go inside my mind. my small thoughts were big enough to leave me on the margin.
- hey, another message from y2s? how could she disrupt the wall made by the universal system?

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THEN11t0210

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- of course i hug you. have you already sent a message to the galaxy?
- no, i haven’t sent yet. but you must relax, your stress levels are too high, your helmet is red. you can’t keep that pace. relax for a while. it’s me who’s going to be mother, not you, remember? and it’s not really a problem, i really don’t mind, in fact it’s something i would like to try.
- even on that case, you’re on an illegal experience, don’t forget that. you don’t know if there are other experiences, successful or not, of digital exchange of adn during transaction. you must do a check up under a healthengineer immediately.
- ok, relax, i make the appointment while you send the message to the galaxy.
how amazing life is. the galaxy has replied with 5 million messages. thankfully i am using chaotic systems, otherwise it would be impossible to find the most accurate results. well, to be honest i can’t guarantee the result is the best, it is the best available on the window of opportunity created. and he’s near, after all z3b is not so far away as we were thinking. he’s hidden in x0a house, i only received positive answers from x0a and y3g. only two positive answers and coded only to friends. da vinci, where are you now? where are we going on a coded world?
i am not going to tell y7s i found z3b. at least for a while. she is already scheduling the visit to the healthengineer and i can check this lfer for myself.
- hello x0a. are you alone?
- no, y3g is in here also, and z3b.
z3b took a look from where he was hidden, looking surprised to our friends. obviously he wasn’t expecting they were going to denounce him.
- relax, z3b, it’s x0p, we know him for a long time, it’s you we only know since the recent inner group to play pharmalitics.
- are you sure he is a guardian?
guardians, unguardians, here we are again on that question. i was arrested because of him and now he doubts if i am a guardian. i am no guardian, ok? i could be, but never tried, so i am not. this lfer is evidently different from us. we all in here are able to detect which of us are guardians and which are not. no guardian in this room right now. and yet, he can’t find that. he wants to be with guardians on a place where there aren’t any, but he isn’t also one of them. he must be from another galaxy, or…
- ah! aaahaah! you are mercurian, that’s why i notice differences. and... that means you’re probably toxic to y7s. how could you do that to her?

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THEN11t0203

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- maybe
- that's a start. a small answer, a good answer. let's go back to the moment you were both talking and she says to you about inside
- we were talking about z3b, completely lost, out of sight. have you heard some rumour, something that helps us find him?
- ok, out of sight i understand, and you are going to be out of sight either if you don't explain faster why you mentioned the word inside.
- it was a theory
- and that's because of your theory you are going to stay here tonight?
if this was a classic movie, it would be possible for me to go inside some device while no guardian was looking and find any information that would help find z3b, but this is not a classic movie. well, it's not classic, it's no movie at all, probably it's nothing, a world in my head or just the world as its best. no movies allowed really. i don't know why we still use the term classic movie if we don't have any movies at all. no movies, no classic movies, no modern movies whatever. just reality. the real one, the virtual, the ideal, the perfected one, or extrahugerealvirtualdimension.
there's a gas station, we need energy. we need energy, you know?
- ok sir, let's take a pill, you and me.
- which one is yours?
there's no reason for guardians to keep us unprotected. no reason at all. life made some of us guardians, some of us unguardians. a good thing we found a common language and they allowed us to dress our clothes again. i know we have a great power now, but still limited. and they can still read our minds. otherwise, here and now, even with our clothes on, we are disconnected from reading mind capabilities.
but we are smoking a virtual cigar. together. each one at a time, but the same cigar. it wasn't impossible on our ancient days but on the new realvirtuality we can do it, and it's much nicer, more tasty and intimate.
it's my guardian who finishes smoking and throws the cigar away. a virtual fire starts somewhere and we are faced with the need to leave the jail. luckily, guardians run to one side and my friends come with me to the other side. well, precisely speaking, my friends are going to the other side too, but they're dressed as guardians and i can't recognize them. and the others, my friends who are on my side, they would be guardians either if they had the opportunity. and i am alone again.
alone with my thoughts, trying to find y7s. no, no. i am trying to find z3b. whatever. the one i find first. ah! there you are, y7s.
- z3b, where are you?
no reason to shout, no reason to dial his number, to go find where he lives.
or should i?
do i have my mind capability again?
yes, the virtual fire allowed the link.
let's send a message to the universe. hello universe. hey y7s, have you already done that?
- hug me, please, hug me my dear. i really need a big hug right now.

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