bloodstained hands
23 Jun 2016Howard, o Pato
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4625 kHzSlowness...
We live in an era in which the day and night design do not exist anymore.
The days and hours vary according to the station you are currently in, several time zones rely on their synchronous orbits and varied rotations.
All and each work is limited only by the resistance of each one or the time required at work.
It's never too early or late to call for someone.
But I had a daily routine, and it bothered me when I was out of a planet. I drank some energy drink and ignored fatigue and sleep.
I had to find a "friend", ask a favor.
The adrenaline was still running through my veins and I had to be faster than the news, I made a quick dressing while my request was paid with a major office-boy credential gives the FDev.
ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZBroke into the center of FD and almost got caught in the process.
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But that was the least of it, it was just my life, and my life just interested myself.
I was quick and relentless, did not stop for anything, I wanted to get to the bottom of it. Mixed me to employees, I found what I wanted, wanted the Braden secrets, and that was my downfall. Because even then still leaves empty-handed.
ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZAnd I was slow to realize it was not just my life at risk, slow to realize the silliness to use my credentials to dig secrets. Slow to digest all the discoveries, wandering disoriented, without realizing the obvious, they would find me. And John would find through me. The faster I thought I was sit in fact I was already a step back. I failed to see the big picture.
ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZAnd then on my way home I was almost caught by them. Too slow, if not for Nyx I'd be dead now. I gave to them all tray, all files that John battled both to bring together. I gave everything they wanted. Too slow to realize that I had given to them the life of my best friend.
I killed John.
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Weakness...
John's life was my responsibility, it was my duty to protect him. He had done everything to come out clean and I blew it. And Nyx was emphatic in playing it in my face. She bellowed fiercely as pounding my chest saying that I had an obligation to do something. She wept with rage at me as she tore the sky at full speed toward Lauson Orbital.
ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZBy then I already predicted the worst, John's contact was thrown carelessly on the desk.
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In my mind, John was already dead. Remembering what had happened in the limousine.
With the recovered files John was disposable for them.
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And watch him die was a cruel and painful déjà vu...
ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZHolding Nyx that dark alley avoiding a greater tragedy.
"I'm saving her life", said my subconscious.
It was just a resource to hide my weakness and inability to react.
"I'm not innocent"
I was arrogant and John died...
I was slow and John died...
I was weak and John died...
ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZI saw John died and continue to see it dying every night.
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"small floating crimson balls".
"The reflection of the truth".
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