You can ignore reality as long as you want,
sooner or later your forehead will find out it.
Popular proverb
It's been a little while since we met; he insists on not having a name and since his followers call him black god, he prefers to keep the name like that, I didn't choose a name; I am hidden from the other members of the tribe, Mali (that's what my partner calls him) doesn't seem to care that there are more of us, he goes up every day and bows; He receives a six-liter jug of water and goes down with his companions.
I have eaten and rested, but I know that I still have to prove my worth in this place, the main problems to be solved are supplies, not those concerning food, at least not for now, they are weak and eat little; They will soon be really hungry and there are over four tons of canned goods in this warehouse, I'm sure there is more, but the power supplies are the problem, the battery of the portable ray emitter (when I saw how it eliminated the toxin I almost wet myself fright), without a battery we would soon need a water source, the hospital has a rack with the most important connections of the internal networks and its gateway (off), I take advantage of the universal ports to connect my laptop, I hope to find something and for the domain from the main switch I find the electrical maintenance department.
The place smells of abandonment, but the lights are on, at the bottom of a pile of switches and voltage regulation boxes are the main switches, their main cables (backbone) look in good condition, but a red light (never are a good thing) keeps the switches on standby; I know from empirical knowledge that that means they work. The computer terminal is turned off, its no-break no longer had a reserve charge, so I connect my equipment using the reading cable directly connected to the computer's storage device, the system does not recognize the data contained in the formats, but at the same time apparently the faq files (frequently asked questions) were in txt, a universal document system, using the search function I located what happened, apparently the solar terminal stopped sending power to its emergency batteries because they were not used, thus preventing them from suffering wear... wow, we are lucky!
Two moves to the master switch and the solar light generator comes back online. When I explain this to my ally (despite being "the great black god", one day he told me to call him Chuy) he appears very excited, that night we slept with the peace of mind that (according to the manual) the next morning there would be enough energy in the batteries to be able to start the computer that controls the power output to the rest of the hospital.
The computer has an intuitive operating system and a touch screen, the battery reserves are at 20%, but the system indicates that electricity can now be sent to the various departments, enabling the warehouse, the communications department and the of dermatology, which only consumes 800 watts per hour and the batteries can continue storing energy without strain, but indicates that it will take several days for them to be at 100% of their capacity and that at night the energy should not be used in excess, under penalty to force the auxiliary generator.
And there was light, all the areas that we use at the moment were illuminated; It was very likely that a new belief would emerge from the natives, but for us it mattered little, we finally had the gun battery to charge, that gave us more time to find another way to clean the water without depending on something that was used to clean the water. Skin treatment.
Three days later I connected my wireless port, but out of distraction, while Chuy investigated the slides of our blood again and again, I was surprised to see that there was a network available in the hospital, but I remembered that there were a series of departments, and that to save on wiring, many of them received wireless network services. I tried to connect; I thought it would be protected by some security protocol, but a sign indicated that it was online, a big deal, at the shelter we had an online to research only digital material and consultations with the teachers that were useful but it was very limited; suddenly, something I had never seen in my life appeared in the lower corner of the screen, in very clear letters: "you have 2800 updates."
Recording 00010001:
"Today I discovered something, it is so enormous that I don't think anyone should know about it within the school, I don't know the category, I don't know the means or the way, but from here I could see my pupil... now I can see the world... What a mess you bastards made! But now I can ask whatever questions I want; I will finally know who we are going to dominate."
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Interlude
The structure is a series of tents, all torn down, all held together more by inertia than by any knowledge of civil engineering, the people inside this site receive visitors every week, the trucks are automatic, I don't think anyone human can use them. has lived there for many years, weapons are fired at the proximity of anyone who does not have a barcode on their forehead, these "merchants", as you must know them, are people who carry the resources... if those poor guys who climb the trucks are drugged, they don't know what's wrong with them and that's why they follow the directions, if what I think is true you'll have to be close to them to know where they're going, I think you'll discover a very interesting surprise, but for now I need you to do something: More power to that kick! Observe the holographic image. Rotate your body and use the momentum to attack the enemy behind you! Above! The savages won't let you rest! Use your hands!
While the blows follow one another imitating an image made of light (Paulina wants to know how it is that she looks so much like her) she still feels the excess momentum in each rotation given by her new foot, it took her many days to be able to master the sudden accelerations of a robotic implant, first she trained the rest of his body, she ran and ran while touring the facilities, the interface did not stop repeating various information, so many topics, so much misery, always running, then obstacles, rocky terrain were added to the races, mud, crumbling concrete blocks, her body was forged by studying, running and dodging. Once she could use all the speed of her leg and the rest of her body had the stamina to keep up with her, the real training began: first, how to punch with her fists, she imitated everything that appeared on a wall (she later discovered which was a screen), a bag full of sand gave calluses and black knuckles, her hands were always tanned by excavations, but now her fingers vibrated from the impact; she knew the pain of someone who hits without breathing until she accumulated more than twenty blows per breath, then there were thirty, feint, left, right, hook to the liver, blows placed for the chin and temple areas, everything else to the areas soft.
Every morning Paulina woke up disconcerted, her mind associating the images of what surrounded her; she reminded to him of his names and hers, as well as his body: this arm delivers quick blows with a relaxed posture and tensing until the last moment, your head always behind your fists, every time you use your right arm it has to go with a rotation of your entire body, you must have the necessary force to impact the brain and avoid a long fight. But it wasn't the only thing she had to know, every start her head informed her that she now knew what an omelet was, the reason for the blue sky, the state of man's consumerism; most of this data was difficult to understand, I had nothing to compare it with, so there was always one piece of data, no matter how small it seemed, that agreed with another, such as that people bought just to buy and most of their needs were satisfied only for short periods of time, usually while another need was being managed by the large groups. From then on I didn't understand why people didn't look to their survival or their stability or simply to not look stupid by abandoning everything the moment that what they had acquired went out of style (which I still didn't understand what that was) all day long I trained and her mind reviewed everything she learned at night; she devoured whatever was on the plate and continued training her routine for two months.
One day she woke up and finally understood what was on the wall; she understood something, she always saw the symbols on the wall and she never knew what they said; Today they took on meaning, today an "a" and a "n" formed an article (who knows what it was), but things had a meaning and she knew it; For the first time she read: "when you give up, a part of you dies, when you give up, that part mocks... small and fragile is the will."
He understood and dedicated himself to running around the place (without forgetting the sprints) he read everything he already understood: laboratories, bathrooms, central office, everything was interesting; he could put images to everything he knew; That day he arrived at the library, his teacher told him that he had to read a book a day while he did his muscle strengthening work, he told him to use some glasses that were on the desk, his first book was Brave New World, he did not understand the most of what came out there; The letters scrolled across the screen and she tried to understand, but nothing made sense.
Throughout that month she began to train kicks, the fast ones with the human leg, leaning on the "bitch", as she liked to call Paulina; The strong ones she gave with the leg of flesh as support, even when she used protections, the leg soon turned purple and hurt from all the blood that accumulated. She fell to the ground several times, first from her breath. She could run a lot but never distances as long as the ones she had to cover here; She learned to breathe, not to "burn" so quickly, with the blows she learned the angles, the speed, she was always envious of the image, it was her but faster and stronger, always a serious, imperturbable look, no shouting or shouting. sobbing, no anger, no lip biting, those kicks did hurt but as soon as the image stopped I saw her and shouted: Don't give up! It's still too early to sink! And after a few minutes catching her breath she went out again to try to be like the image... to be more than what she aspired to be.
When she finally felt comfortable with the training she returned to reading. She read many books from places she didn't know but most of all she read and reread her first book, each time she picked it up she knew a little more of the story, one more piece of the unknown, little by little becoming something she knew. she did understand; When she asked if they were true, I only answered that for many she had more value for not being true, for trying to see things that could have been and are not there; I don't think she understands me but for now it's the closest thing to describing imagination.
When she turned one year old, her body was not at all that similar to the one she had when she entered: all her muscles were marked by hard training, her will grew a lot, she is still ignorant of life, but she is aware of death and knows how to face it and beat her, it's a shame it's not enough. I tell her that her "god" is waiting for her, she recognizes the word gym and inside she sees the equipment used by the scientists and workers of this place, on a tatami there is a training robot, my creator asks her to get inside the ring, he tells her that now he will have to fight with him.
The next half hour is brutal; she is hit and thrown from one end to the other, her blows are good and any training unit should have fallen long ago, but it was driven by the impulses of a human and not by a program, when at last she was left on her knees. A snort was heard... and he told her that she now had the bases for training, that she had one more year to learn something that was a mix of a martial art called zambo and something called aikido, with me being her interface with the machines, located in a small portion of her brain, I can only give her all the knowledge she can get from the database so that she can face what is coming to her... and I am not referring to training, but to the fights for her life against the merchants for the knowledge that our owner seeks, their god.