Very, very far from there ...
Few events have such a degree of brutality
that the wars between meta-corporations, and the loot for which they kill and
devour each other, is the most miserable for which a war has ever been fought
before: the dust, the inert remains of the matter, or the odd fragment of the
planet. The last molecules with usable energy, the last and few sources of
anti-entropy[1],
are exploited in them, in an increasingly entropic cosmos.
It is that
nothing is more worth than order in a universe of chaos, because entropy is
death and anti-entropy is life. Anti-entropy is the ultimate fuel and no act of
cruelty is too much to appropriate.
This time the
local meta-corporation rushes to invade and destroy its neighbor, its ally a
few days ago.
The attacked
meta-corporation settled in a cluster of opaque stars, in a black conglomerate
of pieces of what was once a galaxy and were now only frozen and rotten
fragments, populated by a rickety human civilization.
A few seconds
before the attack with the micro-big-bang, an icy and calm panorama, in which
those debris mix, like a subtle dust, mixing itself. Suddenly, the
meta-dimensional weapons of the attacking meta-corporation begin their offensive.
A point of
singularity opens up in the middle of space; with foresight, hordes of giant
warriors had planted this point of space-time instability among that galactic
cluster. Now it was opening between the planets, violently breaking the
gravitational balance of those worlds, twisting time until it broke and
dispersed it, and with it, the thousands of populations. The attacked
meta-corporation immediately noticed the attack, but its response was too late,
even so, it began a disorderly counterattack from its thousands of planets and
artificial stars. Alarms were smashed and millions of troops and ships launched
themselves into defense, as space itself split around them. Within a few
milli-seconds of the attack, the singularity point curved space-time so
severely that it created zones in which the temperature rose billions of
degrees. Almost impossible temperatures that produced a very high density,
similar to that of the initial birth of the cosmos. A microscopic big bang was
igniting.
At that point
an impressive and brutal expansion began, destroying everything that governed
the attacked meta-corporation. Time no longer ran backwards or forwards but
perpendicularly: imaginary time… The fractures were so savage that electrons
were torn from their atoms and then they were shattered into even more
elementary and simple particles.
A second blast
tore these elementary particles into even more essential components, losing any
known property of being in their fragmentation. Its fragments were so tiny and
rare that they had no length, shape, or duration.
Three
milliseconds later, time was reset, the atoms reassembled, and the forces of
the attacking meta-corporation advanced to occupy the already shattered
cluster.
But that
cluster of galactic debris was so large that at its ends some forces of the
neighboring meta-corporation managed to survive and began to travel violently
to defend themselves. But space, as in a disorderly whirlpool, was still
curving grimly, tearing apart those defense forces, spreading them not only to
different points in space, but also in time.
The state of
matter was already stable and numerous contingents of tumultuous warriors from
the attacking meta-corporation appeared. One of those millions of ironclad and
anonymous murderers was M, gigantic, deadly, but at the same time innocent and
clean. Inordinate, but pristine. His job, like that of the others, was to
destroy by more conventional means what had survived the meta-dimensional
attack, but in addition M had a secondary task: to recover the scientific
archives of certain centers. At his side his companion, Ayazx, a formidable and
impetuous warrior, would support him in this quest.
M, Ayazx,
Fratedes (an old one-eyed warrior), Wille (the smallest of all), the sad
Gerontes and hordes of thousands of other giants divided the surviving worlds.
Into those vertigos they threw themselves without hesitation, seeming not only
to hate the life that still existed in it, but to depreciate their own.
Injected with violent frenzy, they were blind to the death they carried and to
which they brought. Soon hundreds of contingents and ships collided with each
other, and thus the forces of the two meta-corporations were shattered,
bursting apart and almost completely striking each other. This did not worry the
attacking meta-corporation, even the corpses of their own giants would be
useful as anti-entropy afterwards, so no lives were spared and the death of 94%
of their warriors was not considered.
gives a significant loss,
they were worth almost the same alive or dead.
When numerical and technical superiority
the local meta-corporation managed to win the battle, M, Ayazx, Fratedes, and
thousands of other warriors descended like lions to the few planets or stations
still occupied, to finish with primitive techniques what began with the
techniques more modern of death. The oldest form of murder, the hand-to-hand,
person-to-person confrontation, began.
This lasted
for several days of bloody frenzy. Beneath the rough muscles of the warriors,
the blood of the men of the defeated meta-corporation slipped and one more
human lineage disappeared from the cosmos in order to give life to another.
Death was, as
it always has been, the food of life.
Finally, under
the powerful arms of the huge and indolent Ayazx died the last citizen of the
defeated meta-corporation.
M's body was
also red with blood, so the two warriors separated from the central group.
Ayazx's eyes, wild with euphoria, searched, along with M's crouched and serene,
in the now empty scientific precincts. They were looking for the files of a
nebulous investigation.
After
searching in vain in the upper facilities, they entered a narrow corridor that
descended into a steep incline. Covered by thousands and thousands of tons of
collapsed buildings, they found a test laboratory for a meta-dimensional bomb,
the defeated meta-corporation had been a few days away from achieving a
nano-big-bang, perhaps others were now, had a monstrous assembly line complex
filled with a sour stench.
That death humor emanated from thousands
of corpses of giants, captive slaves, human beings captured from various
meta-corporations, a good part of them from the meta-corporation to which Ayazx
and M belonged.
They had been
exploited for years in those facilities and killed at the same moment that the
defeated meta-corporation was attacked, in the pathetic bodies of the corpses
you could see the traces of the meticulous violence, torture and hunger that
they had lived without pause, in that infernal hole. The natural beauty of the
warriors, congenitally corpulent and large men, shrunk and wrinkled in the
ruined bodies of those corpses, dimensions of which only the still heavy and
massive bones spoke, which were noticeable under the blue and poor flesh. M and
Ayazx advanced close to each other amid that horror without losing even the
slightest bit of serenity. M, although young, was unable to fear or lose his
cool even in the most horrible circumstances and had never lost his composure
or control. Ayazx was happy in violence, although he was never serene, he made
his way kicking the sad dead and rejoiced in him, an evil to see his misery.
At last, in the deepest meta-dimensional
weapons laboratory, they found the files of work they wanted among dead
scientists. A report on meta-dimensional animals that they were tasked with
searching. They contained a terrible truth.
Far from them and taking advantage of the
rifts of space and time, large artificial bodies of the victorious
meta-corporation, loaded with colonization equipment and scientists, settled in
the cluster of galactic remains. The exploitation of this region had to begin
immediately.
Over the years
this new colony would mature and all memory of the life and hopes of the
millions of consciences that populated the defeated meta-corporation would be
erased. No one would remember them anymore.
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