In the end I decided to party with Mirá
. In Jonás he has decided to stay with a colleague to exchange the components of his Eyes.
This having a bionic Eye is beautiful you can record what you do, upload it to social networks to share it with your colleagues, connect it whenever you want, but exchange parts to improve the performance that Do not enter into the serial specifications, such as adding, lasers, night vision, even in some anti-governmental terrorist, micro-machine guns ... I did not like it, not because the parties outside of the series could be hacked, your cornea, access your memories and modify them in series, as well as the simple fact of seeing an eye disassembled, in the table with which we are dying, full of tools and components and processors all bleaching purple blood, not Jonah cardis, freak whore I have to eat at the table in the middle of my eye bile. I hope that when we return, I can not find eye surgery fluids
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With Mira we went to Smith's. A small old man, hidden and dark, in the middle of the city, as I have commented on. Above all from the submarine.
. Also why Mirana convinces me that apart from not knowing everyone, they have spoken very well, and that the Maccabees are accepted, that is why it is an illegal bar as he says. Of course, it is led by rebel agents from other sectors. If Macabeus were not accepted, if I did not go with it, I would not know it's a cup of glass, that they would not let me in, after they told me all laughing ...
I agreed, I thought I should lose it at heart, I am no longer in the SGEGE M nor controlled by the Government of Euripides. It was a Macabeu Lliure. Yes, I could say it free.
After taking a look at a few friends in Jonás that I immediately understood that he had to either leave the table clean, or would suffer the consequences ... And to think that these things before made me anger - I think I shrugged.
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We left the door and we went to Smith's, and after walking a little stroll, take four cable cars a Hyperloop, walk another stumble we arrived.
-. At 5 minutes from home, the Mirá said before leaving. Of course! I thought while looking at her with the face of few friends, while she smiled and laughed beneath her nose. And I was silent without saying anything, damned pheromones, as an attractive girl, let's face it, Mira looked too much. And I was an idiot who did not want to accept it.
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When I saw it, I thought that I, my person had never found it, nor with the help of S .GEEM and all its special and spatial divisions.
It was a place quite hidden in the middle of a narrow alley with no exit, with Greek-style columns, poorly placed, between red-tiled walls, if you looked at it, because the city's pollution, vomiting Pixumes and many other things made the wall of that narrow alley form a grayish way, that the only remaining red of that marvelous tile was when some piece of it was beginning to emerge from itself.
In short, a deadly alley, much left for the owners of the surrounding buildings, as well as of the Government itself. I thought it was not for the company that was carrying it at this time. An attractive woman like the Mira.
At the same time we arrived the entrance was deserted, so deserted that only the gray of the tiled stone of the street was seen. We lowered the four steps that led to a narrow, dark, ill-lit corridor, illuminated and with the light of the blooms spitting on a symptom that they had to change, after walking a few steps, I took you to that door of that bad place , a black, dirty door, on the verge of knowing which liquids with a window in the central part of it to be able to control who came.
La Mira hit the door, in a specific way since it was not the way to call the door for about a minute with long pauses and repetitive touches, then that window opened and there appeared two deep eyes, darkened like dark the darkness at night, but awake, from where a deep voice arose, asking a very simple question, and unexpected for me after being nervous because it would be my first incursion to the underworld of Euripides:
-What goes? - said the voice behind the control window-
-A bunny dindies, with an old cat after eating at seven hostels and drinking at ten taverns. "He answered the Mira without a doubtful skin with a smile from ear to ear, and winked - half-laughing
- A cleco is heard very well, and the front door is opened, and there comes out an intense white light from the interior - Here an old cat, looking to drink the eighth tavern with a dandelion bunny prepared by the Pilot plant, which joins the great family of natural-
I was looking at the strange Mirà without understanding anything, understood nothing, and as I had to notice in my face, she is laughing beneath her nose ...
Then we entered the bar, after walking through a dark corridor we suddenly found ourselves with a light, intense white, which my eyes took to adapt to it, how much they got used to the light, I saw To the right, a bar, long, dirty, in an area was full of plates and dirty glasses that crowded to the horizon, if it had existed in addition there was a variety of spirits that had never seen before .
On the other side there were tables with chairs, scattered all over the place, there were also a pair of footballers so that people would be distracted by a great pine in the middle of the entire premises, it would be enough that ten people would need to rodejar -lo
I was stunned and stunned as if I had never entered any establishment so dirty, surprisingly full of people. , that was strange to be a Macabeu by very dirty that outside, the entrance was allowed.
La Mirá will see her face, she made a funny smile on her face, just afterwards she gestured to go to the bar of the establishment, where she immediately started to go to her without Wait for me or anything, without pause without waiting.
I unconsciously paid attention to her, that when she had a short, short, two-legged stomach, her legs were a gift in sight, for men who were interested in looking at her, with a thin black t-shirt with straps where she is They saw their shoulders in that fine and soft skin.
Until that moment I had set her at Mirá's attraction that night, but under that light she was even more attractive, in my eyes.
I followed her to the bar, after waiting for a while talking about banalities with Mirá, the Barman finally deigned to serve us. Where he asked us what we wanted to take. La Mira was called Modkoskaya with lime-, I still did not know what he wanted, since it was my first time trying an alcoholic beverage. I read on the board in front of the waiter, half erased, a guarana with tequila rosco de Zircònia with knowledge microchips with level correction initializing in base power ,. I asked him, when he asked for it, something quite strange happened.
-For sure? - the Barman asked me.
Yes, one of Guarana that one. -We answered, a little angry, about the situation I was in. It happened that it was strange that an ex-SGEEMS member would like to have a drink or what! I was offended Macabeus usually do not drink alcohol, because of our education and schooling in the schools in section 33 and also for being Maccabees, I did not want to be a Macabeu, no refuse, oysters. There was an illegal site! here too, I could not believe it.
The barman reacted positively to see my offended face, and in a moment he returned with a glass full of the drink he had requested.
La Mira warned me to be aware of that drink, that I was experiencing it was the only one of its kind and that nobody even knew how to try it for the strange mixture that was braman, sometimes with electronic components of All class apart from the drink.
While I was thinking about it, the Bárman arrived to serve what he had requested.
I was not afraid of hurry to take it, I had to pretend to look at it, I wanted you to see that it was stronger than a thousand men, at that time it was John without fear, he had never tried anything like that, he was insulting - And the microbots of the drink in a short moment they took pleasure in my brain, they were delighted.
Suddenly I saw the world full of graphics and information from people on top with a bar that placed status, as if I had installed a strange biotic eye, with a search menu, that in the unconscious microchips with the microbes gave me the information that everything that exists in this world and in the other known or unknown ones would install me and I would know it.
I received all this information suddenly:
I was fascinated with that drink and the knowledge I had just acquired.
I am an example of the SGEEM 33, a social marginalized to be a Macabeu, I had access to the biggest disappeared secret technology ever created, I was fascinated !!
When the microbes appeared, people could know everything that was and apply all the knowledge in their daily lives, but this technology disappeared, before the dark period, between the times of wars and immortals disappeared. I had a mindundi now and had access to that great technology disappeared, accessible to the crazy mixture of a braman sounded, just to ask for the first drink. He should be dreaming, why, at that time, he was a useless one.
I noticed that there was a section with thousands of programs in my brain in the recommended section there was an option that installed antivirus. I did not understand why it served, but it would not hurt me to have someone who protected me from viruses. Now I had microbes in my brain.
After a few seconds of installing it, a message appeared, telling me that he had detected a virus.
[Dring, detected GOB virus wants to eliminate system viruses? ]
Virus? , surely with that drink apart from giving me benefits, it also had to bring some virus to the system. Since I had the option to remove it, I proceeded to execute the virus.
[-If]
At the time of doing so, he was watching that he was throwing the messenger to the barman, we were looking for a surprise. I did not understand that it was the one that caused the removal of a virus to make such a surprise, I looked at the mirror inside the bar, where I saw that the bar code that had given me the government, to identify me as Macabeu was going away little by little, while the system informed to me the percentage of elimination of the virus.
[Dring, GOB virus eliminated to 10% ... 30% ... 60 ... 70% ... 95 ... 100% virus removed 100%]
What have you done? !! - I ask the starving to look at it - Once the percentage reached the end.
I could not reply in time because I had stopped standing, like a useless, not understanding anything, or why that question happened that just disappeared, the code and the virus.
While looking at her with a toothed face. I did not understand so much commotion. I just deleted a virus with the microbes inside my brain.
How did the Mira look at it? ...
A good barram was heard by the door and police began to enter, and without previous warning they began to shoot everyone who was in the bar without excluding anyone.
The first to receive was the Bárman himself who served me the glass, I saw how the head was exploding in front of me, luckily it was he and I did not, because if I had not moved my body to see that it was that Hurry up, the firing of the water received my own person.
Out of the company I had at that moment, who grabbed me by the neck and dragged me to the ground. It was pathetic.
While there was a slaughter of dead blood and liver, we hid behind the bar, dragging us on the floor, avoiding the tearing that passed in that room without knowing what to do, without understanding anything at all.
With an extreme fear, looking for an exit from that place, hiding like cares, while listening to screams of panic, shots and strenuous laughter by the macabre police officers who came in by surprise.
With the panic that he felt at that moment, only he thought about leaving, he lived from that place, that he had gone by chance.
While I was breaking my head to see how to get out of that alive problem, unconsciously I asked the system if I had a solution.
- Is there a way to get out of here anyway? I asked her as if it were a sarcastic joke about what was happening at that time, people dying around me, and I asked the microchips of a drink that had made my bar code disappear and I saw the world of a other way.
As if you were listening to what I was asking, I responded with a strong Dring.
[Dring, In response to the user there are three ways of leaving with a different percentage of surviving below we offer you the three possibilities:
Grab the ax under the bar, killing all enemies of the user. Percentage of survival: less than 0.12
Exit the end of the set to avoid the bullets. Forcing to survive 40%, counting that there are no enemies waiting behind the door then the percentage would be reduced considerably to 0.
Exit through the secret exit behind the bar. Survival 100%]
I got stuck, Secret outing, ax, and the typical exit from behind, I did crossings, but I did not have time to think, I did not want to die with a shot on my head.
I decided then to communicate with the system with my thoughts-
-System where is the secret exit -
It was only communicated to him and in a thousandth of a second my ocular cornice appeared in a fridge marked with red around with a bubble-shaped message that he put.
-neck / secret door -
If it had not been for the system, I would never have thought that the refrigerator next to the other equally identical refrigerators had a secret exit.
Without saying a word, I took the hand of Mira, and went to the red dot that marked my sight.
Mira did not understand what he was doing, but he trusted me, or was so terrified that her neurons should not work, but the problem is that she let me do it.
We approached the refrigerator, and when I touched it, as if it were a role-playing network, a message appeared that seemed to only I could see.
[Dring, Refrigerator / Secret exit. Do you want to activate the secret exit and exit or want to use the refrigerator to take an ice cream? ]
this .. wow ..