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amart29 (68)in #esteem • 5 years ago (edited)

Greetings to everyone, the following story was inspired by the digital art of @xpilar, I invite you to visit his blog. The picture that motivated this story is the following.

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Getting to Prometheus was not as simple or as fast as Oliver supposed, he first had to spend three hours waiting for the army liaison officer, in the Polaris security directorate, to return from a reconnaissance trip to a facility being built on the west coast of the continent and after that wait another hour for him to obtain authorization to allow him to travel on a special military transport to the base.

Prometheus was a space station located in orbit around the same star as Heracles, but at a greater distance from it. Its orbit was synchronized with that of Heracles, in such a way that it always kept the same distance from the planet, the trip would take Oliver twelve hours during which, for some strange reason, he managed to sleep peacefully, something he had not been able to do since this whole situation began.

Upon his arrival he was received by the base medical officer, as he had requested, after two hours of meeting with him, he continued with an intelligence officer and another from the veterans office. After a little more than twenty-four hours at the base, he was again on board a transport back to Heracles. Many ideas were on his mind, things were not looking as good as before, something was not fitting into all this, as he suspected, there were more loose ends than he had supposed.

Bruno sat down at his desk and watched the trees move rhythmically, rocked by the evening breeze, felt his blood boil, clenched his fists so tightly that when he shakily opened his hands he had the nail marks left on his palms.

He couldn't wait any longer, they couldn't hold him any longer. He hit the desk hard with both fists and the pencil holder jumped and fell sideways, turning over its contents, the pencils rolled and several of them fell to the floor.

He stood up and kept hitting the desk repeatedly with his fists, until they began to leave a blood mark on the surface of the furniture, stopped and looked at his knuckles blistered by the blows, wielded his left hand again and hit the wall next to the window, a bloody red mark was stamped on the white surface of the wall.

Even without emitting a single sound, he walked towards the kitchen, and rinsed his hands in the sink, then touched the surface of the countertop and it slid, showing the inside of the refrigerator that was under it, took from one of the baskets a small box containing eight capsules of medicine, to be used with a hypodermic gun, took one out and put it inside his pocket, returned the box to the refrigerator and the surface of the countertop returned to its initial position.

She approached the back door of the room, and went out into the courtyard of the block of rooms and opened the door of her warehouse, almost at night, the breeze blew cold dragging the fallen leaves of the trees of the forest that began behind the building.

Inside the warehouse, fastened with wire seals to a metal frame hanging from the ceiling, there was a girl of about twenty-five years old, nobody knew of her absence, she was one of the many young people without resources who came to live in Polaris from other worlds, in search of greater opportunities, he had just picked her up at the airport, with the excuse of inviting her to a sandwich.

The girl's naked body was shivering from the cold. The young woman raised her head slightly, which hung looking at the floor, tilted it and opened her eyelids in between, letting her glassy eyes see. Bruno took from one of the tables a hypodermic pistol and carried it with the capsule he carried in his pocket, approached the girl and grabbed her thigh almost at groin height with his right hand and pressed the tip of the pistol a few centimeters above where his thumb rested and pulled the trigger, a slight suction sound was the sign that the medicine had been injected under the skin of the young woman, who began to shake herself tired and with difficulty.

He put the gun back on the table and sat down for several minutes to watch the girl move and trying, unsuccessfully, to emit some sound, after about ten minutes, she had stopped completely still. He approached her and lifted her face gently by the chin, all the young woman's muscles were completely relaxed as if she were unconscious.

-I will raise the temperature of the heater a little so that you are not cold," he said gently, looking into her eyes, that she kept open and seemed to see him attentively -. Soon the time will come for you to become even more beautiful than you are, you will witness of your own transcendence, I promise you will be great.

Text of @amart29 Barcelona, Venezuela, August 2019

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