"We just want to talk"
The man woke up with the feeling that his nightmare was still going on. He was badly bruised and the involuntary movement involving waking up with terror made him immediately aware of this.

He slumped backwards to a lying position. He was in a hill, apparently. There were some trees, but nothing much to really cover him. He felt foolish, by falling asleep like that. Had he fallen asleep or just fallen unconcious?

The voice said "are you awake? We just want to talk. We could have killed you. but we don't want to. We don't want you running either. We don't even want you to join us"

The man didn't know where it came from. He looked around, but there was no one to be seen.

"We want you to know, that we are not fighting you if you stop fighting us"

"And then taking me by surprise and making me one of you, right?" Yelled the man, trying to stand. He used a fallen branch as a walking staff and walked in the direction of the voice.

"No. We would leave you alone if that is your decision" the voice was clear and devoid of emotion as they usually were. It came from an old walkie-talkie that was among some branches.

He recognized it. It had been part of the equipment of his pack before the raid of the unified.

"It is only you fighting. Did you know? You are the only one left".

The man heaved the branch and crushed the walkie-talkie.
He fell and stayed there for some time.
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looked at the trinity. Each as an independant man had done things that apperared to be random, but Warwick had been listening to the neural turmoil in his children, as he thought of them.
Ever since they discovered what they were, they avoided each other, and they had changed radically from one another. (One) had grown big muscles, and had dwarfed the other two, and (two) had had a car accident and his face had been disfigured. Nobody would have said they were triplets now.

Nobody had thought about it for a long time, except the nine. Not even the boys' parents. The experiments and tests had stopped when the boys were around 13, and the money still got to the parents, so why ask?

Sometimes Warwick thought that the phisical meetings that his boys had from time to time were just a show for him, so that the ones who were paying attention didn't dismantle the hardware for their communication. He watched the escape, gripped by this historic moment, thrilled at the impossible feats of coordination, multiplying in his head all that could be done, if only-

"are you going to let them?", asked Klein calmly.
"Of course I am. What are we, com kind of slavist monsters? They are free, after all, and they are proving it"
"One of them killed his family when they were disconnected" said Klein coldly.
"They deserved that and more. It was fair"
"I didn't know you knew what that concept meant" Said Klein with only the trace of a smile.
"All this years I have dedicated only to the idea of Justice. We have been working to make a fair world"
"I thought it was just to see what happened." said Klein, now the smile in her wrinkled face more noticeable.
"That too, Klein" Said Warwick, smiling despite of himself. "I am a scientist after all. Would you say "success"?"
"Certainly. I don't know how Lang will react though. I will accelerate the media coverage, and we can start again. For real this time".
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The Convergence

He walked slowly through the dimly lit corridor. He was waiting for the noises, and then he would run. He had planned this moment since he found about the trinity and knew nobody would ever be able to believe he had done it without external help. But he had, after all, many ears and many eyes, and a keen mind. He had always been encouraged to learn about everything, and although some things were hidden, he had learned.

The cry was not very loud, but he had been expecting it, so he ran. He plugged his transmitter and blocked the main transmision. The planes of the University had been difficult to get, but he knew how to look for things, how to convince people.

The off-campus repeat antennae had been discreetly sabotaged some time ago now, and he knew where to leave the little car so that it was never found again. He put on the wig, and signaled a taxi to stop.

He got off a mile away of the motel and walked. He had the time. A busy lifetime in front of him. He was waiting for himself in the room, and the communicator made him remember the trip of the rest of him.

He saw his bloody hands from the door and the part of him that was in the bed wiped them absentmindedly on the cover.

"I had concluded that not killing them was a better idea, but another conclusion was reached when we separated. I 1- Individuality 0 .

The three bodies moved in the small as a group with clear instructions and a prohibition to speak. They ate, slept and went away. The world was waiting. It always had been.
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Sombras, parte 3

(needs more reworking than anything, but I needed to put it here before it rotted)


Se sentía tan tonto mirando al grupo. Sentía esa rabia frustrada que aparece cuando una persona que no debería ser tan imbecil no entience nada de lo que dices y te obliga a hablar lento y con metaforas.
Gabriela lo había convencido de conocerlos, y ahora sentía que había sido un gran error. ¿Que esperaba? Todos ellos pensaban que el no estaba loco, y que sus alucinaciones eran una especie de Don y eso sonaba atractivo, claro. Era como encontrar en la adolescencia un grupo de gente que adorara tus espinillas.

-Entonces...-dijo fran con una voz donde cada letra descendía de una H primordial- ustedes son una especie de...cazafantasmas, cada uno con poderes y conocimientos que los ayudan a enfrentarse a las fuerzas del mal, ¿no?
-¡No! - se quejó gabriela- ¡Que rabia weón! Creemos en ti, te ofrecemos una forma de ayudarte sin volverte un zombie, y lo mejor que puedes hacer es apresurar una conclusión y burlarte.
-Lo siento, pero acepten que suena estúpido. Medium, Clarividente, Monje y Científica encuentran a alguien que puede ver fantasmas y comienzan su cruzada contra el mal-
-¡No es el mal, imbecil! - Gritó gabriela, pero su rabia fue opacada por la risa del chico de pelo negro que contagió a los otros dos. Gabriela los miró enojada y desequilibrada.
-Si es muy gracioso- Dijo la chica rubia, con restos de risa en su voz. - Es la peor película de los últimos tiempos. El equivalente magico de dan brown.
-De todas formas es interesante, ¿no? - Dijo el chico calvo con lentes- No es tan grave si no cree lo que le decimos. Después de todo estuvo con un tratamiento por años para convencerlo de que eso no era real. Podrías probar esto y ver si te resulta. Si no, vuelves a ser un loco o un zombie y nosotros deberemos dudar si era demasiado dificil o lo que creemos era falso. Casi un desafío.

Les Connards de la Nuit.

So you got me riding this bike with God knows how many degrees below zero although it might not be that cold and I should be wearing a jacket. I can't barely keep balance and you keep yelling Allez! allez! Joel, on y va! and I yell back "yes, it's just je suis tres drunk, c'est difficil" while we cross some bridge and approach rather inefficiently to Bastille.
You point at something in front of us Regarde! c'est un vélo and I don't understand what's all the exciment about, you sound worried as well. There it is, somehow a bike is hanging from the border of the quay and you quickly got off your velib and take the rescuing task quite seriously, then I remember your little sister telling me about how you have saved many bicycles in distress in the past, it seems you keep on running into them like if it is some sort of fate of yours.
You are not drunk and I feel self-conscious because I am, I might do something stupid, you will not and I feel I have got extra care with everything. I think of all the signs I think you are giving me, I think, I think that maybe there aren't any signs and that you have never given me any confusing signals but I wanted them to exist.
Voila, La Bastille!
"Le Bastille?"
Ce restaurant s'appelle Le Bastille, mais nous sommes en LA Bastille
You ride with no hands and look at me, smiling at me and I yell at you "J'ai été amoreux de toi!"
Tu es amoreux de moi?
"Oui, et tu sais et tu as su toujours"
You stop, I stop, the streets are empty while the people celebrate or sleep or are having sex for the first time in the year, maybe in their lives.
Mais tu n'as dit jamais moi que tu
"It doesn't matter anymore, je ne t'aime plus... c'est plus tard"
Tu a dû dir moi que tu aime moi avant parceque j'ai t'aimé aussi
"Dit pas que tu n'as su pas! It was obvious, I was obvious, tu aurais dû entendre je t'aime, de plus je pense que tu as surtout entendu"
J'ai entendu, mais tu n'as dû pas
Now we look at each other, I tremble, I'm freezing and I think we both feel like crying a little, but we don't.
Je detest que il soit plus tard...
"Moi aussi"
Maybe we will hug.

and so it comes

He did not agree it was just a smell, because it had an undeniable flavour. He looked at his cup, sipped, and pondered about the possibility of tasting the cornflower, but its flavour was most probable to fade away quickly. Nevertheless, it was blue, and blue things, he thought, should not only have flavour but taste splendidly, like blue-marzipan or blue petals of any flower except, perhaps, oleander (although why should it taste poisonous?).
Every now and then a petal, or a leaf or two would find its way through the filters of the teapot to finally land on his tongue and he would press them against his palate with the tongue hoping to squeeze flavour out of it. He thought he could. And so he poured himself another cup with scientific accuracy, the teapot a scalpel, the cup a white mouse. He was serious about it for now it was time to think about the last weeks "events:" Monday night, an agressive yet delicate shooting star attack while waiting for a taxi; Wednesday lunch time, a horse in the frontyard; Sunday, a flying cat moving from north to southeast (it could have only been Antarticabound); last Tuesday, the iron fence behaved like a badly tuned T.V. channel -horizontally, not vertically.
The signs were many, the sudden reaction to Plath and cummings the previous afternoon was an example. He sipped again. The mystery was not that difficult to be discovered. However, this time something was not quite right for it was not like the other times, the horse was too shiny and stood there for too long and the minute shooting star had really blinded him. He needed to know if it was something new, or something different. Cornflower on the tip of his tongue. His mood could not have that influence, sometimes out of tiresome shadows passed by his peripheral vision. But he was fine now, and he had just hung up on the telephone without saying before that things were going pretty smoothly.
The tea and the thinking made him sleepy. He took a 5 hours nap.