Hi @xpilar

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## Memorias
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Bruno caminaba lentamente por la calzada del parque, se dio vuelta para ver la entrada del hospital donde había estado recluido los últimos diez años, tras él la fría brisa que anunciaba el inicio del otoño en el sur de Tetis hacia volar las hojas de los árboles, formando dispersas nubes de colores ámbar y naranja.

Aun recordaba cuando ingresó; fue traído desde el hospital militar de Cefeo, pues no había recursos para atenderlo allá a causa de la guerra, sus primeros meses fueron casi un continuo entrar y salir de sus ensoñaciones, constantemente sedado, a causa de los ataques psicóticos en los que trataba de herirse a sí mismo y se arrancaba las uñas y el cabello.

Varias veces fue presa de la parálisis, por la administración de dosis herradas de TDTH, por horas inmóvil, incapaz siquiera de parpadear, escuchando a los médicos y enfermeras hablar de él a sus espaldas, decir de la inutilidad del tratamiento y de su cada vez peor estado. No entendían lo que ocurría en su mente, de cómo se había liberado de sus inhibiciones, de la restricción de creer que la vida era un bien preciado y que era la mayor expresión de la belleza de la naturaleza.

Fue en esos momentos de parálisis, en los que aprendió a aislarse de todo lo que le rodeaba a dejar de oír y ver, a apagar sus sentidos como si la nada y él fueran uno, y la nada fue su lienzo en blanco, un vacío donde imaginarse dándole forma a la destrucción, a pensar en el caos de la muerte como una forma de expresión. 

En sus ensoñaciones veía los cuerpos mutilados de sus compañeros muertos en aquella playa, era como un gigantesco puzle con piezas que podía encajar a voluntad, crear nuevas formas de lo que una vez tuvo una forma diferente, fue ahí cuando descubrió cual sería su legado, descubrió como sería recordado.

Sus años de estudiar arte, tendrían un propósito, que hasta ahora no habían tenido, sintió la emoción que nunca había sentido antes, pero para poder lograrlo debía salir de aquel hospital, debía estar libre. Se hizo consiente de que debía seguirles la corriente, debía hacer lo que ellos querían.

Le había costado diez años salir de aquí, ahora estaba del lado de afuera del hospital, viendo por última vez lo que fue su inmerecida cárcel por una década. En sus manos sólo un pequeño bolso, con sus pocas pertenencias, con suficiente dinero como para poder vivir tranquilamente, gracias a su pensión como veterano de guerra.

Decidido a hacerse de una nueva vida fue directamente al espaciopuerto y tras observar la cartelera turística del puesto de información en la entrada, se sintió atraído por los colores de los bosques de Heracles y decidió que ese sería su nuevo hogar, donde se labraría una nueva vida, donde llegado el momento podría empezar a crear, a hacer real lo que había imaginado en sus delirios.

Vivió tranquilamente hasta que llegó el momento, soñando, imaginando, reconstruyendo en su mente todo aquello que lo rodeaba, dándole una nueva y más armónica forma. Hasta que, aquella mañana, después del incidente del ATV, todo se aclaró en su mente, la admiración que por un tiempo había sentido, se volvió obsesión y se dio cuenta de que su vida ya no era suya, de que ya no sería la misma.

En una sala del tercer piso del edificio de la dirección de seguridad, Oliver estaba en conferencia, vía un enlace cuántico, con el hospital de veteranos de Dione, al otro lado del escritorio una proyección de un hombre de piel amarillenta y ojos saltones, enfundado en un overol de médico, estaba sentado en una inexistente silla.

―El paciente fue dado de alta, después de diez años de tratamiento por su psicosis, después de varios intentos con diferentes tipos de terapias y medicamentos, empezaron a disminuir los episodios, hasta que finalmente desaparecieron ―explicaba el hombre ―. Llegado el momento se le consideró competente para regresar y llevar una vida normal, pero debía mantenerse en constante seguimiento médico, sin embargo, nunca llego a presentarse a ninguna de sus consultas. Desapareció por completo, sólo se de él, que después de salir, se dirigió a Cefeo y retiró sus pertenencias de una de las bases militares y después de eso no sé nada más.

―Bien eso será todo Doctor Lorenzi, agradezco su tiempo ―dijo Oliver, para luego cerrar la conexión, la proyección de Lorenzi desapareció de la habitación, Oliver se puso de pie y salió de la habitación.

―Bien, ¿ahora va a decirme que es lo que ha encontrado? ―preguntó Alberto, que lo esperaba impaciente fuera de la sala.

―Sólo se que hemos estado equivocados, pero siempre hemos estado sobre la pista correcta ―dijo Oliver sombrío ―. Creo que voy a dormir un rato, para reordenar mis ideas primero, luego estaré listo para explicarte y para terminar con todo esto ―levantó su mano frente a él y activó una proyección de su anotador personal, en ella figuraban tres nombres, hizo un gesto con su otra mano y la proyección se desplazó hasta Alfredo y desapareció en el aire frente a él ―. Investiga el paradero de esas tres personas, todos viven en Heracles, averigua todo lo que puedas de ellos, nos vemos dentro de tres horas. 

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## Memories
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Bruno walked slowly along the park road, turned to see the entrance to the hospital where he had been confined for the last ten years, behind him the cold breeze that announced the beginning of autumn in southern Tetis blew the leaves of the trees, forming scattered clouds of amber and orange.

He still remembered when he was admitted; he was brought from the military hospital of Cefeo, because there were no resources to take care of him there because of the war, his first months were almost a continuous going in and out of his daydreams, constantly sedated, because of the psychotic attacks in which he tried to hurt himself and pulled out his nails and hair.

Several times she was paralyzed by the administration of horseshoe doses of TDTH, for hours immobile, unable even to blink, listening to the doctors and nurses talk about him behind his back, saying about the futility of the treatment and its worsening state. They did not understand what was going on in his mind, how he had freed himself from his inhibitions, from the restriction of believing that life was a precious good and that it was the greatest expression of the beauty of nature.

It was in those moments of paralysis that he learned to isolate himself from all that surrounded him, to stop hearing and seeing, to extinguish his senses as if nothing and he were one, and nothing was his blank canvas, an emptiness to imagine himself shaping destruction, to think of the chaos of death as a form of expression. 

In his daydreams he saw the mutilated bodies of his dead companions on that beach, it was like a gigantic puzzle with pieces that could fit at will, create new forms of what once had a different form, it was there that he discovered what his legacy would be, he discovered how he would be remembered.

His years of studying art, would have a purpose, which until now had not had, felt the emotion that had never felt before, but to achieve it must leave that hospital, must be free. He became aware that he had to go along with them, he had to do what they wanted.

It had taken him ten years to get out of here, now he was on the outside of the hospital, seeing for the last time what was his undeserved prison for a decade. In his hands only a small bag, with his few belongings, with enough money to be able to live peacefully, thanks to his pension as a war veteran.

Decided to get a new life he went directly to the airport and after observing the tourist sign of the information booth at the entrance, he felt attracted by the colors of the Heracles forests and decided that this would be his new home, where he would carve a new life, where when the time came he could begin to create, to make real what he had imagined in his delusions.

He lived peacefully until the moment arrived, dreaming, imagining, reconstructing in his mind everything around him, giving it a new and more harmonious form. Until that morning, after the ATV incident, everything became clear in his mind, the admiration he had felt for a while, became obsession and realized that his life was no longer his, that it would no longer be the same.

In a room on the third floor of the security building, Oliver was in conference, via a quantum link, with the veterans hospital of Dione, on the other side of the desk a projection of a yellow-skinned, bulging-eyed man, clad in a doctor's overalls, was sitting in a non-existent chair.

-The patient was discharged, after ten years of treatment for his psychosis, after several attempts with different types of therapies and medications, the episodes began to diminish, until finally they disappeared, - explained the man -. When the time came, he was considered competent to return and lead a normal life, but he had to keep a constant medical follow-up, however, he never showed up for any of his consultations. He disappeared completely, I only know of him, who after leaving, went to Cepheus and removed his belongings from one of the military bases and after that I know nothing more.

-Well that will be all Doctor Lorenzi, I thank you for your time, -said Oliver, then to close the connection, Lorenzi's projection disappeared from the room, Oliver stood up and left the room.

-Well, now are you going to tell me what you found? -asked Alberto, who waited impatiently for him outside the room.
-I only know we've been wrong, but we've always been on the right track, -said gloomy Oliver -. I think I'm going to sleep for a while, to reorder my ideas first, then I'll be ready to explain and to finish all this - he raised his hand in front of him and activated a projection of his personal notebook, it had three names, he gestured with his other hand and the projection moved to Alfredo and disappeared into the air in front of him -. Investigate the whereabouts of those three people, they all live in Heracles, find out everything you can about them, see you in three hours. 

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Thank you @xpilar, I hope the story was to your liking

<center>**The road**

The paths of life are essential, in this wonderful case me take a you. 

But it was a long road that I never thought I would have the strength to travel.

It was a strange road full of silence and loneliness, and although I cried knowing you would be for me, it gives me strength.

The road has not been easy but the sun has always shone on me, I know that success will be mine

The road has been full of magic, beautiful structures and words that adorn.

You, at the end of the road you, every step I take I take for you

Every word, every attempt, every effort I the make for you, because this path is better because you are the goal.</center>

I like this digital image of you. in my opinion this digital image shows you a heart space that has many colors. yes, every human has different characteristics. and all human nature begins with good. just because of a bad friend's influence, his heart will be bad.

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!BEER

Beautiful scenery about many streets in an area

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In my opinion this is a picture of a collection of railroad tracks.

I really like his artistic work, full of details, lines, many great colors and the sky beautiful.

Great drawing. Computer drawing?

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Xpilerius, The Ecoenergetic City.

In the north of Norway, in an uninhabited place attacked by drought as a result of global warming, a tycoon undertakes an ecological project to rescue and repopulate the territory near Lofoten, the city Xpilerius so named by its founder is structured with tetrahedrite panels taking advantage of nanotechnological advances developed in our times. Tetrahedrite allows us to absorb the heat that inclement attacks Norway to produce clean electricity. On the other hand, Xpilerius will be able to supply the urban refrigeration service on a large scale to counteract the environmental heat that may be present. There are many advantages offered by this city that seeks to take advantage of new climatic circumstances for the benefit of the population. 

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Xpilerius, La Ciudad Ecoenergetica.

Al norte de Noruega, en un lugar deshabitado atacado por la sequía a consecuencia del calentamiento global, un magnate emprende un proyecto ecólogico para rescatar y poblar nuevamente el territorio que se encuentra cerca de Lofoten, la ciudad Xpilerius así nombrada por su fundador está estructurada con paneles de tetraedrita aprovechando los avances nanotecnológicos que desarrollan en nuestros tiempos. La tetraedrita permite absorber el calor que ataca inclemente a Noruega para producir eléctricidad limpia. Por otro lado, Xpilerius será capaz de abastecer a gran escala el servicio de refrigeración urbana para contrarrestar el calor ambiental que se pueda presentar. Muchas son las ventajas que brinda esta ciudad que busca aprovechar las nuevas circunstancias climáticas para beneficio de la población.

# A proposal.
#
I was upset, the economic crisis and the recession had me on the verge of broken banking.
I decided to have a few drinks alone, thinking about how it was possible that in the fall of my life, I was so broken.
Next to me sat a very young and cheerful man who after a few drinks and telling us part of our lives made me a tempting proposal.
That passing a suitcase to another country would earn me a good sum of money.
I went home analyzing the proposal, I never worked outside the law but my economic situation was driving me crazy.
I went to bed, tried to sleep but the proposal hovered in my head, I had his number written down on a napkin, I slept thinking about this.

Suddenly I saw myself walking in a large airport, but it emptied ... I carried a suitcase in my hand, which weighed so much, made me sweat ... I wanted to ask where I was, but I couldn't find anyone, the suitcase was getting more and more Small but the weight increased, I wanted to drop my suitcase and I couldn't, suddenly many policemen shouted at me as a smuggler, threw me on the floor and kicked me.
As I could I escaped so much aggression and ran, ran and ran, but I stopped because before me some bars, some tubes
were growing, they were locking me up, in the distance you could see the airport, you could see freedom, and I could not return, I was in prison .
![image.png](https://ipfs.busy.org/ipfs/QmaPbZEDkpS8bcv9aHeGDWGgHaXw36y9Uuod1vR99eAcyc)

I woke up sweaty, tears ran on my face, it was such a real dream, it was a sign of what could happen to me if I made a bad decision, in my hands I still had the napkin with the number that I broke in into small pieces, swear not to return To think about the possibility of doing something that would attempt against me, I am also too old to be a smuggler and fall for such a proposal.

Es un espectáculo de imagen, amigo, @xpilar. Saludos y muchas felicitaciones!

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