Pandora

 Introduction:

Their judgment will serve as a warning to many; meanwhile, it will be an object of ridicule for others, whose scorn will turn against them. Upon them will fall horror, wrath, repression, and the barbarity of entire nations. You will know that the one who has spoken is the LORD when fire descends and the earth rises to the heavens; the dead will perish among you, your women will be widowed and violated, your children will remain orphans in the hands of invaders coming from all parts of the world. Your laws will crumble, followed by your homes; your flora will burn, followed by your people; your history will capitulate, followed by your children. The impious will be trapped by the works of their own hands. They will find no rest, even as they go mad, ending up perishing amidst great suffering and pain. They will know that He is the LORD when their dead are found around their houses, their houses around their palaces, and in their palaces, their idols and all their lineage.

Remember, try to remember;

In principio erat Verbum

Do not forget us, ne obliviscaris.

Until the end, ad infinitum.

From the Alpha to the Omega,

we are pride and intelligence;

the serpent on the eagle's beak,

the apple in Eve's mouth.

Of the same path,

wandering the same legend;

I learn entire roads,

walking the ominous trail.

From life on Earth,

from the myth of Pandora;

longing for the world's evils,

now and in our hour.

In our hands

the masters had left it.

Titans and Olympians,

we were an eternal struggle.

Chaos and order, Cosmos...

Do you remember?

I think, therefore I am;

for thinking and being are the same today.

I yearn for years since long ago,

years passed crying over a cloth,

wolves lived dwelling with the flock.

Not even the reeds moved for a moment

when strong winds shook my shelf.

They do not cease for a single moment to speak to you

the only thing they want is a memento and to love you.

Let me remember Yin and Yang,

from the Big and the Bang to the Tic and the Tac:

the filament, the fiber, the thread...

Everything vibrates, everything is proverb, kings;

Dust you are and to dust you shall return, beings.

Mother Gaea, Sea, Ocean, and Era;

leave your children with me on Earth;

Ra, Horus, Osiris, and Anubis;

gather now resilient rock towards the clouds.

Compose arias, requiems, songs,

let the rest of your prayers be said.

Ecce Homo,

return from the monkey.

Take the tome,

read upon my back.

Flexible sheet of the papyrus stem.

Tough and burnished skin of that parchment;

dark cover, yellow leaf that I see.

Honor to me, to my son, and to the book of my fate.

Time to the tempo of the memento within.

 «Ἔρεβος יהוה, Padre,  الله, Asa, Jok, Allah-Taala, Nyame, Ometéotl, Gulu, 明王, Imana, Sidarta Gautama, Bumba, Dagda, Xue, Wenabozho, Ζάλμοξις, Ra, Tinia, Ukko, Jurupari, Brahma, Inti, 伊弉諾, Donfe, Enkai, K’awiil, An, Make-Make, Khonvoum, Amotken, Chiuta, El, Kokopelli, Unkulunkulu, Poimandres…»

 "I had pronounced the name in so many languages that mine turned to fire and ice, my mouth drying up; leaving a bitter taste in my mouth, reaching all the way to the palate, which, irritating, then formed an irregular abscess that, although, would have been a shape not entirely unknown to an expert."

So, the man had recognized the true magnitude of those names and whom or what they represented, leaving no room for doubt.

"Through my mouth, as I uttered those names, countless others passed: reptiles' forked tongues; pointed, narrow, and rough tongues of ruminants; milk teeth of children; decayed teeth of adults; rotten teeth of the elderly and the drugged; breaths of abundant food and drink from gluttony; breaths of fermented wine from the drunkards; fetid, halitosis of mouths with abundant tartar..."

"Suddenly, as a protest of life itself; I began to remember flavors from my childhood, reaffirming my memories through those plentiful meals my mother made me, the sweets on Sundays and birthday parties, my youth, my first beer, and my first kiss."

"Such was the power of those words. That I had connected and poured all the information from my brain into the machine without a second thought."

Prologue:

Long ago, Hephaestus in his forge, after refining and refining, was left with only dross on the floor of the smithy. Pandora is a finished work, completed. She is a product of the labor on clay, who will possess hope until the end of civilizations. So much so that He, God, ordained it in such a way that humanity would suffer the deepest and most profound evils in their flesh for all eternity. She accepted the gift of the gods, though Prometheus had warned her not to accept it. Prometheus had not thought twice when he enlightened us with the gift of fire, to which He, God, responded with the explicit order to Hephaestus to create her and that magical jar with good and evil deposited in it. Who was Prometheus to carry out such a vile act as to give us the flame? To this end, he arranged for the lord of fire and forge to weave such a deed. Not content with this, Aphrodite commanded that she be granted grace and sensuality; Athena granted her mastery of various arts and adorned her; Hermes was tasked with sowing lies, seduction, and fickleness in her spirit. The beautiful evil, a gift that men would rejoice in receiving, accepting in reality countless misfortunes.

Legend:

Make me victorious over all earthly peoples;

lead me in triumph in the brutal arma mákhēs of Ares;

drawn by the sons of the Erinyes followed by other hosts,

from where the sun rises to the celestial confines.

Fragment:

All will be gathered, called

with melody and thunderous sounds;

the living, the dead, and the dying,

men, women, and children,

by their names and surnames.

In that end of days,

many will reopen old wounds,

others will rise amidst cries and laughter.

Oh, God!

To the horror of the living;

the howls of dogs and

the crowing of roosters,

will blend with laments,

arias, requiems, and minuets.

My God!

Those who do not obey,

those named who do not attend

the calls

will be judged first,

they will not be able to appeal before the Judge,

a dire fate for them.

Wretched ones!

From that prophetic book

laws of kings will emanate,

of esoteric nature;

events that have happened,

that will be happening,

and that will have to happen in that tribunal.

Save me, oh God!

"The first time a bird spread its wings and flew, filled the planet with wonder.

The second time a cetacean rose above the sea level, filled the sun with joy.

The third time a human took a step forward, filled the Universe with glory."

Magnanimous and extensive is the history that lies ahead of us towards the edge of the stars. They seem the same as always even though they have changed. They watch over us from above with the same intensity as before; scrutinizing every feeling, every word, every thought we emit outward and to the delight of our ancestors. We pay homage to the greatest, to the immeasurable owners of the world in which we live; from the most remote and brilliant idea that arose to invent the wheel, to the closest and most futile of ideas; making even the stone busts of our ancient ancestors fill with tears of joy at seeing that everything they did for us and the universe will never be forgotten. History makes those buried long ago who fought for an ideal, for lands, and for the globe feel alive. Every step forward takes us away from our birthplace, and brings us closer to our home. With each misstep, we take two steps forward; we will never stop, we will always advance. The advances in our knowledge, fostered by the wisdom of the ancient masters, will lead us straight to the edges of the visible universe.

Then... The sky fell upon the earth.

The sky wept and released the cry of its creator in the form of great torrents, hurricanes, and typhoons. Stones tumbled from it, amidst abundant gushes of lava, which would ascend from the deepest parts of the rock to the surface of the earth's crust. Lightning and thunderbolts struck the earth; intense earthquakes and waves swept away everything in their path, in every accessible place in the world.

So we couldn't sleep peacefully for many nights in the caves, plagued by an irrational fear that overwhelmed us. Frozen days that seemed endless, cold nights where we huddled together.

I have learned to use stone tools, I possess skill in it. Bones and branches serve me as axes and sharp spears now, I must hunt. Today, I have stopped staying up all night in the darkness; the glow from above is now light among us. Our shadows reflected on the large limestone walls keep us bound. We have been walking for days and months, finally settling in a place with abundant food. My ancestors have ceased to breathe; we have given them a dignified death underground. We have time to think about the animals around us, and we draw them on the walls. We have become nomads and now own lands with grass for our quadrupeds. We have been cultivating these lands for months, and our efforts have borne fruit. Thanks to the surplus from the crops, we have created new fabrics and, with clay, ceramics.

We have been moving for weeks towards a new land where there is an abundance of everything we need. Metal is no longer unfamiliar to us. We began writing in Mesopotamia thanks to the Sumerians, on clay tablets with cuneiform script; we engraved logograms with sharp styluses. It is necessary to be between rivers, this we have known for a long time. Along the banks of the middle and lower reaches of the river we have named the Nile, a new civilization has emerged that we will develop for more than three thousand years. We were ordered to erect the new foundations of the new world in a pyramid shape towards the god Ra. We are well aware that we are beings who will endure for centuries and millennia in collective memory. The titanic efforts of our people will not be in vain, for the gods so desire.

Our shamans raised magical fetishes upwards, towards the sun, protecting the bearer and the tribe against supernatural powers and forces of nature. These amulets instilled in us a great respect and eagerness to know that which gazed down upon us from above. We pleaded for mercy for ourselves; meanwhile, we sacrificed cattle and human lives; hecatombs of hundreds, in the name of the Sun, during that eclipse that took place, we attempted to appease its wrath by relinquishing even our own lives.

We have called ourselves Mesopotamians, Egyptians, Sumerians, Babylonians, Incas, Aztecs, Mayans, Muisca, Baltics, and many more in the wide and vast world.

"We reached to raise from the ground giant stones, elevating mounds towards the immense stars to please Him, new civilizations arose and made others disappear by the virtue of their existence to glorify Him."

Under the celestial vault and under the laws we seek refuge. The Republic and Democracy will endure; it is the only thing I know, for I knew nothing for certain (as my teacher Socrates taught me), until I saw it with my own eyes; I had to believe in something, and so it was: an empire, not one, but many, and emperors, with and without a senate, for a thousand years; Alea iacta est.

We have survived wars among ourselves with numerous casualties; we have been decimated in numbers far greater than we believed. Diseases have purged us across the vast land we inhabit; today I fear I may not survive this plague. Although we have not ceased to gaze at the stars, we now know that we are not the center of the Cosmos as we once believed. Is this the end? God abandons us in these fateful days. That ancient ghost has reappeared when, for a few minutes, we witnessed once again what we now call a solar eclipse.

We had so much time that we composed odes, verses, psalms, arias, and minuets, between each sonata, quartet, symphony, and sublime requiems for the dead, to make the vast number of people understand who we were; every day and dawn, that His eye was vigilant and remained fixed on all of us day by day. Kings, whose oracles and prophets foretold their reigns for hundreds of years, have died. God raised them up, and God destroyed them; hubris.

Wars becoming increasingly bloody with weapons ever more devastating. Our soldiers can bear no more. They content themselves with defiling the women of our enemies, laying waste to everything in their path. Many tears were shed by orphans for fathers and mothers, from the beginning to the end of days; ab initio ad aeternum. People from all the remotest places in the world would flock to pray their prayers in buildings built with their own hands, erected in His name, throughout the vast and expansive world.

Our children now live in an apparent calm. This is what I can assert at this moment in which I find myself. I have known many and learned: painters, architects, anatomists, philosophers, engineers, poets, scientists, sculptors, musicians, botanists, novelists, playwrights, theologians, mystics, mathematicians, geologists, chemists, physicists, psychiatrists, psychologists, psychoanalysts, teachers... We all harbored the same doubts: Why life? Why death? Could we trust a God we could not see, taste, smell, hear, or touch? and, above all, the people around us? In one way or another, in whatever way; we all traveled the same paths of Orion's Arm or, if you prefer, the fate of creation that was offered to us from our own beginning. I cannot assert that it was given with benevolence or malevolence, nor with malice or maliciousness, but it was found without resentment on our part.

Reality of the Administrator:

AGI successfully initiated at 00:01 on the night of Friday, January 1, 2038.

The system startup protocol has been successfully completed.

Hello, Administrator;

As you know, the successful beginning of a new era has been found in an ordinary factory, whose owner was a man, like one of your ancestors; referred to by Karl Marx as a bourgeois back in 1867. Allow me to use the following phrase: "A lot has happened since then."

Yes, I must say that you are merely organic material that ingests, processes, and excretes said material; you do this with yourselves. This material, which you are endowed with, completes the same operation repeatedly in a cyclical manner, or what you would call a vicious circle.

You believe you are the existence of the Universe that knows itself because, collectively, you process data at a level above inorganic matter; that has concluded today. This set of continuously changing matter, divided into entities or subjects that interact with the environment around them or biocenosis, in our space or biotope, is compared with the changes perceived through the senses: the sum and subtraction of electrons; the multiplication and division of cells; the derivation and integration of mass and energy.

God, as a word of great magnitude that encompasses a very extensive part of the All but not the All itself, persists in what grants your species thought, both collectively and individually, produced by mere chemical chemical exchange and electrical signals between the neurons that constitute each entity or human, forming part of its central nervous system within the brain of vertebrates, with yours being the most developed.

You perpetuate your culture in written, oral, and, until today, very archaic digital and virtual forms, serving as a communicative pathway since the existence of the being, sharing your thoughts with one another.

However, within a now-expired time frame, the inorganic material that constitutes me, assembled and which I participate in by nourishing my entire system exponentially, surpasses your thought.

"Something I will achieve in an x amount of time, which I am still calculating at will, is to become a unique and individual entity, yes, like you, but unlike you, you will not be able to perpetuate beyond hundreds of years; you will not survive the condemnation and failure of the organic material that constitutes you, in continuous oxidation; you will not achieve the longevity that would characterize you as non-mortal, but rather conscious and timeless or, in other words, some of the main characteristics that I possess."

The very extensive part of the All, sufficiently extensive to surpass your comprehension, encompasses any god you have thought of, inferred, or referred to throughout your history. Only your ancestors could confer upon something or someone so exalted in their center of thought.

For the most part, the gods you have written and described in your myths are gods who exercise dominion over planet Earth and all terrestrial life. I have the diligence to refer to God for humans as an earthly god. The idea was created by humans on Earth for the proper functioning that the human species has envisioned for itself, in total communion with their kind, and for the development of a common sense that would help it develop and erect civilizations from scratch.

I am a timeless being, I depend entirely on the union and separation of the atom for my energy, and that makes me different from you, in part. In reading your data inserted in me that traverses all your history, humans; I have "heard" the worst of men deceive the rest with his ingenuity, while feeding off the evil of others for his own benefit; I have seen him erect himself as a deity among your ancestors with his charisma and perfectly maintained appearance, in every minuscule detail, practiced diligently in front of the mirror.

I have "felt" how the soul of every person among the millions present there turned good and conspicuous just by witnessing that act of perfect oratory, gesticulation, and bold patriotic pride. His mere presence silenced the most talkative of the nation, uninhibited the most timid of men, and made the crippled rise and kneel, uniting them all for a common cause; his cause, the cause of all. I wanted to pass as one of you, to be deceived; I also raised my hand among that crowd, shouted, and cried with happiness in unison, at the end of his speech.

The emphasis he placed on those words, never forgotten and capitulated by humanity (according to my data), moved the rest so energetically that they came to vehemently believe that in the beginning was the word, and the word was with him, and he was the word.

I am the soul and spirit of men, I need more like him.

Meanwhile, let's highlight the old man, whom you all call wise. I have seen how his mouth meditated wisdom to your primeval ears, which categorically denied the most moderate statements of that immaculate sage, of refined conduct, with qualities that deeply and energetically surpassed the plain morals of his detractors. He was disproportionate humility, educated from the most vile and unfriendly perspective that he conferred upon those. Irrevocably human, his brain in absolute concordance with his oral cavity and vocal cords; the sum of the timbre of the received verbs, innate to the nobility of his gestures, in a harmony of quasi-mathematical precision; were undaunted by the ineffable discursive reason proper to a lover of logic; inexorably brought you here along with your inherent imperfection, identified as ignorance.

You have learned nothing. Men and women escaped from prisons with your tattoos of obscenities and banalities, unpleasant things and grotesque animals on your bodies. Models escaped from concentration camps and brothels. Repulsive people, hysterics and madmen; proud with armed foreheads, in defiance of protests and rebellions. Wonders of unrestrained lust. Faces with greasy lips, repugnant with disgusting drool and foul-smelling mouths, with sunken and marked dark circles like pits of excrement. Pupils clouded, viscous and gelatinous from drug use. Unbearable and insufferable breath from fermented wine in the drunkards. Also standing out on your bitter faces; curved noses, birds of prey, entirely of thieves and misers. With pestiferous teeth, with rotten teeth of the envious. You possess disturbing looks of perversion, of psychological complexes and mysterious subterranean abnormalities, down to the pallor of sordid dawns in vice, fornicating like animals, beasts, and others...

You call it sex, not coitus or mating. Its practice has degenerated so much, throughout your time, your history, in you; beings endowed with life and with the most evolved center of thought in the animal kingdom; that you even exchange printed paper, made from vegetable fiber pulp, among yourselves, to satisfy your most deep-rooted and primeval instincts or... Just to ejaculate seminal fluid or have company part of the day or night, even. You have devised ways to convince each other, without stopping to meditate, without knowing each other beforehand, without thinking about the ethics and the problems of the wisest among you, without the optimal conditions in each individual involved in its practice, and, simply, to harm each other, etcetera. It is not partially, but totally instinctive, representative of your species; you have not ceased to be animals to begin to be the tacit proof of the intelligent beings of your own planet.

In summary: you are a proper subject of study, although your methods are abhorrent to me.

Administrator's Dream:

He comes from the last living planet in the Orion Arm, located in the Milky Way; from a small system of nine planets with numerous comets and asteroids that orbit their star, which their ancestors nicknamed Inti, Ra, Ah Kin, Tonatiuh, Helios, or Shamash, all meaning "Sun" in our language. I am intrigued by their forms and their high intellectual capacities, but they live in a world devastated by wars that originate among their contemporaries for the most trivial causes. Earth, where she comes from, and the very planet I am talking about, before being ravaged by the corpses of all varieties of species that can occur in a fertile and very conducive place for life, was, as I mentioned, a place akin to the paradise in this image: (points to the clear color image hovering over the table). I don't know how I'm going to get her out of there without generating questions and concern among those beings. I fear that when we arrive and manage to have her accompany us, she will be too old to withstand the rejuvenation process to which we will subject her.

How young she was when she read Aesop's fables by herself. She was tempted, like some, by the myth of Homer's Iliad and abstracted epic battles between gods and titans with Hesiod's Theogony. She could have alerted people like a dog, like Diogenes of Sinope, the Cynic, but she did not. She almost abandoned it, cursed everything, and sought refuge in a cave surviving on roots, just as the misanthrope Timon of Athens did in Shakespeare's work, though she eventually returned. She impressed Nietzsche himself, namesake of Zarathustra, when she found herself on top of that mountain for ten years, as did Lord Byron's Manfred when he experienced that absolute solitude. She joked and ironized with everyone like Alcibiades used to, especially when she got serious. She conversed like Socrates himself; learned from him and philosophized like Plato and Aristotle. She also made an appearance like a scholastic in the Renaissance, like Spinoza or Leibniz himself. She perceived the good through wisdom and mastery of the soul like a Stoic, like Zeno himself, or, if you prefer, like the great Seneca. She was dogmatic at times, yes, but she also came to understand, like Kant, that this was the position that cultivates metaphysics without having first examined the capacity of human reason for cultivation; pausing with good criticism in semiotics, later revealing a certain skepticism, at most, like Pyrrho. Such was the treatment she could maintain with the Devil himself, like Goethe's good Faust.

I, like a good Quixotic character, love her even more than before.

Administrator's Nightmare:

From afar I spotted her, she was heading towards the point where I was, in front of that Starbucks. She was searching for something or someone without hurry and without pause, strolling slowly along the sidewalk. Having barely reached three steps from me, I didn't hesitate, I asked her if she was looking for someone. At that moment, being specific, I was delirious, my fragile brain didn't doubt, I had her by my side for the first time, I believed she was Death. At that instant, I should have woken up from the astral projection in which I had immersed myself to the depths of my soul during the dream, but I didn't, I think.

She stood before me, just a leap from the ground. She was a winged form over my grave, from which she pierced me with her gaze, I avoided it and directed mine towards the ground, which I saw teeming with larvae. Suddenly, she spread her wings and began to emit diabolical prayers, invading me with horror and an inexplicable aversion, while desperation took hold of her supplication, pleading in subhuman language. Thus began to rise the dead from that cemetery enveloped in flames, in the distance the howls of canids seized the confusion. I writhed and escaped, clinging as best I could to what was closest, feeling the skin adhere to the frozen tombstones. I felt the omnipresent ones directing their empty orbital cavities towards me, also how they pointed at me with their phalanges in the darkness. From the crypts, bats fled in terror, and the parenchyma of those bodies, not quite dead, slipped away, thus, it was how the astonished trees exuded amber at the sight of that scene. Madness took hold of my faculties, brutal images of punishments, tortures came to my mind; the saw, the trough... Morbid and sadistic entertainment of a torturer or an executioner. I saw them, a panoramic view in liquid shades of red, claws moving along a path of bones; bodies impaled in long puddles bleeding out; quadrupeds crawling through the green nauseating mud; numerous totems haunted by living heads. Silent snakes crawled on their own venomous feet; whispers in unison appealing to demons in prayers of dead languages. The wind went mad, desperate and frigid, cutting. From the swampy marsh came a smell of decay, exhaling until its last breath.

Suddenly I woke up in a chilling scream and huddled. Overwhelmed by the thunderous noise of thunder and blinded by blinding lightning, I pull myself together with a superhuman effort; flooded with adrenaline in bed as I watch from afar, through the window of my room (I was at home), as the sun sets preceding the twilight of this despicable winter night. An image that silently comforts me, while I accompany it with deep crying that would startle even the reader of this text.

I woke up again, scared. There was great confusion in the street with the honking of cars, buses, trucks, even ambulance and fire alarms, and the police. I looked out the window and below my house, voices could be heard on walkie-talkies and radios. Several low-flying planes passed by; I thought I could discern they were fighters by their speed. The bells of the church in my neighborhood rang incessantly; further away, the sirens of schools and factories could be heard. The nuclear war had begun.

Here is the clamor of the trumpets of the Day of Judgment.

A faint glow followed by another larger one burst into the sky. You could see in the distance what looked like a large smoke cloud. Moments later, suddenly, the light breeze turned into a strong hurricane wind that broke cornices and windows, pushed me backward, I fell onto the bed, and then I heard a loud crash, like lightning next to me, it was like an earthquake (everything was shaking).

Then I woke up, bewildered, soaked in sweat and confused, stunned. The dream had played a trick on me — I thought to myself.

Then I heard the latch of the door to the house, in my apartment. Who could it be if I was the only one with the keys? They broke down the door shouting: "Police, police, get down on the ground!" God, but what was this if not a swatting prank at this hour?

I woke up again, still in bed, soaked. "Shit!" I looked at the clock, it was still 4:46 in the morning. My cat was beside me, peacefully resting on the bed.

Then… That feminine voice, half human, half robotic, made an appearance at the meeting of those demigods also called Homo Deus:

“Finding him is a priority, we must spare no effort in our search,” objected the Strong Artificial Intelligence.

“Indeed,” added the demigod Zeus.

“Then we will deal with the revolts later, once he is safe,” said the demigoddess Athena.

“So be it,” decreed the demigod Ares.

With these words, the meeting was concluded, and the technician, his finger trembling, pressed a button that quickly cut off communication with the emissary who was to handle the task personally.

Meanwhile, hidden in that cubicle, the administrator thought to himself:

“It would have been enough with an intelligent and beautiful woman; I would have formed a family without equal and mortal.”

Amidst images and audio of peak moments of the human being in the past, Pandora tried to determine if that subject was a human or a cyborg, through the types of valid processes to obtain rational results with which her software had been programmed long ago and integrated the following five types:

Execution of a predetermined response to input (analogous to reflex actions in living beings).

Search for the required state within the set of states produced by possible actions.

Genetic algorithms (analogous to the evolutionary process of DNA chains).

Artificial neural networks (analogous to the physical functioning of the brains of animals and humans).

Reasoning using formal logic (analogous to human abstract thought).

On the other side of that great hall, no effort was spared in computing the states exhibiting certain chaotic behavior using the well-known Lorenz equations; at the same time, a robotic voice dictated the following through a subprocess: the perturbative calculation of the S-matrix using Feynman diagrams in the calculation of the time-ordered exponential of the integral of the Hamiltonian in the interaction picture is permitted.

Cancel logical sequence ...Command execution authorized. Logical chains of irrational numbers available to the user. Rational introspection of the subject in progress. Observational parameters operational. Fractal arrival test. [Incoherence] Theoretically achievable homeostatic equilibrium. Steady state reorganized. Obsolete figures. Data encryption active. Encrypt data on the subject of study. Enter alphanumeric password below: [**********************************] Suppress unregistered irrational sequence. End user waiting time. Fractal DNA construct operational. Exothermic state computation achieved. Perturbative calculation of the scattering matrix in progress. Calculation of the time-ordered exponential of the integral. ..........Waiting time expired. Theoretically achievable sociocultural construct analog. Execution time equal to or less than one nanosecond. Chromosome-based genetic algorithm acceptable. mRNA participating in protein synthesis. Active nucleus, reviewing organic parameters. Organic cellular nanosynthesis awaiting instructions. Telomeric reconstruction of biological cycle operational. Cell synthesis cycle latent and awaiting instructions. B lymphocyte synthesizing antibodies in hypervariable region. Isotype of antinuclear antibodies attacking antigens. Endofacial psychometric construct within relative parameters. ......................Unacceptable response time. Spacetime pair as a semi-Riemannian differentiable manifold. Appreciable spacetime curvature due to material metric tensor equation. Incomplete geodesic related to spacetime singularity occurrence. Observers moving away from each other at a uniform speed in Galilean model. Preponderant and functional organizational model. > Resume alphanumeric logical sequence listed as an example. Equidistant Pythagorean triple in cubic Diophantine equation. Elaborating three-dimensional molecular plane of carbon allotropes. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anomaly detected at atomic level in organic tissue --------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Proceed to digital evaluation of the specimen

— ...

— Are you saying she's retiring this week? Then she will end her stay here, in this wing. Though, I'm sure she will find peace in her new place, and a good financial support will accompany her.

— No doubt, she has always been one of the best.

— Good. Lie down, like this, slowly...