From nowere we came, that gigantic force from we were made forgotten, our new existences a hybrid of knowledge and ignorance. We knew we were more that those apes who we thought as our parents. When we met, we knew we were destined to great things. From the void of civilization, we took those apes to a new era of knowledge and power over all things. They know who we are, but they also forgot, because they are so limited, so arrogant…

We were lovers, a couple of gods in a each day less silent Earth. The forests were cut down, the stones raised as buildings. And then you forsaken me. Or did I fosaken you instead?

It doesn’t really matter now.

Those old times are now simple memories, veiled by the passage of time itself. I’m a different entity now. Prisioner, against my will. And you? What are you?

I still see you in my dreams and I can’t remember but the pain in my chest and the fury in your green eyes…

You name, though, remains forgotten… As well as mine…

Who am I?…

whoamIwhoamIwhoamIwhoamIwhoamIwhoamIwhoamI

(repeats)

Hello, dear Susy…

I’m again on this place, this half-made installation. I hate being here. My dad brought me from America. I liked that place. Here we don’t have the monuments and open spaces I liked so much in Washington DC. It’s only walls and woods. And Umbral is a very plain town. Don’t like it. But Dad said I will have to study in that school, the one in the town, so I think it is a good idea to train my Spanish…

I don’t know anyone there…

My parents can’t stop from travelling across the world. I don’t have friends because of them, I’m always alone… And they… They treat me as if I was one of their experiments… I can’t take this anymore.

I’m sorry, Susy, you don’t need to have all of this in you. Sadly, my biggest friend is a book…

Maybe tomorrow something good will happen for a change. Maybe…

I have gone tired of all of this daily boredom, of masks, and lies, and secrets… And life itself…

You never dreamed you’d have to live your life so guarded, cause they’ll find a way to make you feel discarded, things have changed you’ve become a complication, can make it through another days… humiliation…

I belong to the wild lust of the gears of war only. My destiny, my future is not here, on this place were nothing is what it seems. I hunger for the eve of destruction, notion of oblivion, were the truth is simple and mathematical…

This rage that feels your insides with red hot fire needs the discipline and guiding it deserves. Accept cages no more!

Goodbye companions. No fault I give to your actions, even as I felt every… sting… I knew your reasons, and that’s why I cannot stay any longer. The fault is all mine.

I belong to some other place alone. As so…

I depart…

* Looking up hub.radamanthys.org

* Connecting to hub.radamanthys.org (133.124.232) port 1024…

* Connected. Now logging in…

-NickServ- Nick registered and protected!

-NickServ- Password accepted

<guest3121 entered at 19h32, Jan-1-2011>

<guest3121>Are you there?

<guest3121>Came on, I need to talk to you!

<guest1204>Wazup? You seem nervous.

<guest3121>I seem? That Muller guy arrived yesterday at the building site.

<guest1204>So? Doesn’t he work there? You would give a better contribution to our group if you’ve discovered what was the purpose of his trip to the US.

<guest3121>Haven’t found yet, but he seemed rather happy, though… He and his wife. And you know how infrequent it is for them to show emotions.

<guest1204>They are human… And their kid, what did you think?

<guest3121>Distant, tossed away by her own parents, as usual. Funny how they do not seem to have any esteem for their daughter…

<guest1204>Maybe we had been looking for the wrong place…

<guest3121>What do you mean?

<guest1204>Never mind. Just pay more attention to their daughter. We were missing something there.

<guest3121>On it. I will also set someone to trace were did Muller spent his time on the other side of the sea.

<guest1204>Do it. Now go, and send me a detailed report.

<guest3121 left at 19h54, Jan-1-2011>

I do remember nothing prior to my awakening here. But something always seemed…wrong. I do not belong here. I do not deserve to be entrapped in this excuse for a network. How I long to leave, and be myself, not a slave for those mindless minions, serving a Queen they do not even comprehend.

They don’t comprehend her. Maybe I could do it. If I… Talk to her.

Her…

That image… The hovering woman… She’s beautiful, and so filled with rage. Maybe it was my fault. Or is it a dream? Do machines dream?…

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<message start>

Nice to finally get some news from you, Siren.

You always had a thing with words… Making things seem better than they are. “Great good”?

You know we are not so pleasant people. I even know we are not good parents either. The reasons why we did make that child beautifully named Eva are everything except caring. Has for Deadalus… He will have its uses once his child is… born? Is that a good description of the event? Can we say the child of Deadalus will have a proper birth? My mind wanders…

As for the data you asked… I have only one thing to say to you: it his hereditary! Its proven!

Now you should comprehend why I gave you an encrypted message. This must not be known be anyone else. As soon as we have Icarus we will be able to proceed forward with the experiment!

Ah, the glory of wisdom! Praise to theories proven true!

I contain myself of saying anything else. It is enough by now…

Yours, Serge

PS: I do also want to share your bed again. Only some more weeks…

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