The first book — The longest day

logicapsule 5.1

The bureaudem finally projects the fragment of the recording I’m looking for on my retina. Three children, with old masks on their faces, approach the center of the picture where there is a colorful plastic rose, one of those that Uncle Beni’s ménfángs sell as an excuse to monitor the Cesspool zone. The rose is on a dark metal mass, slowly convulsing like a starfish out of the water.  The boy stands behind with the smallest girl holding her hand. The other girl picks the rose up and admires it for a long while. The three of them finally remove their masks, hardly caring about the poison that will enter their lungs in comparison with what they’re seeing.

—Isha, don’t touch that! —The little girl is scared. Such a tender age and she’s already as cautious in the garbage dumps as an adult. Can you blame her? The gambirats take care of that by flashing their fangs when a kid goes to get some treasure from the garbage dumps.

—Don’t worry Sasha, don’t let go of Abdhul and wait for me there — Isha is amused by the black mass climbing up her leg.

—Move away from that thing, Isha! —Abdhul is nervous. His vision stopped being a little boy’s vision a long time ago. The Cesspool plucks the innocence from all the little kids who set foot in it. No one gives a crap about that, but then they all crangry when the violence that these youngsters incubate blows up in their faces.

—Don’t worry, Abdhul —Isha laughs—. It tickles. It’s vibrating!

—Is it a toy? —Sasha is curious, but doesn’t dare release Abdhul’s hand. She’s learned her lesson well.

—I don’t know… It’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen —The metallic mass crawls up Isha’s arm until it all comes together on her back like a backpack.

Isha turns her neck, staring at it while two small tentacles climb up each of her shoulders to adjust the backpack. What’s this thing?, you must be wondering. It would appear that nobody has ever seen anything like it before. A dark current of metallic geometry made of ceramic nano chips, light, metal and touches of biogenetics. A whirlwind of ridges and light. A bundle of metallic strings and sharp triangles that look like they’re made from grains of sand. Isha doesn’t know what this treasure is either, but she wants to take it home and surprise her parents. She’s sure she can get a few wangs for the pieces from this thing, but first she wants to connect it to her laptop to fool with it a bit. She wants to show her parents that they did a good thing by fixing the abandoned terminal they in B-5 for her. It’s one of those personal computers, from the “One laptop per child” program, that the government put together to give the kids from the Cesspool access to “modern educational knowledge and methods” —One of those initiatives where the rich fork out geld to cover up the filth in the little conscience they have left—. In a very short time, these laptops became obsolete and wound up in the trash, ready to be pimped and resold. That caused thousands of kids to surf the internet with them until becoming the most premature hackers in history. Even though Isha doesn’t master her laptop yet, she does know what applications will get her into the mysterious treasure she’s found tonight. What she doesn’t know is that three P. Mouths have snuck up on her and her friends.

Two of them threaten her with bats full of broken glass and enormous spikes. The other, a fucking humongous giant, aims a sawed-off servo at Sasha and Abdhul.

The bureaudem finally projects the fragment of the recording I’m looking for on my retina. Three children, with old masks on their faces, approach the center of the picture where there is a colorful plastic rose, one of those that Uncle Beni’s ménfángs sell as an excuse to monitor the Cesspool zone. The rose is on a dark metal mass, slowly convulsing like a starfish out of the water.

The boy stands behind with the smallest girl holding her hand. The other girl picks the rose up and admires it for a long while. The three of them finally remove their masks, hardly caring about the poison that will enter their lungs in comparison with what they’re seeing.

—Isha, don’t touch that! —The little girl is scared. Such a tender age and she’s already as cautious in the garbage dumps as an adult. Can you blame her? The gambirats take care of that by flashing their fangs when a kid goes to get some treasure from the garbage dumps.

—Don’t worry Sasha, don’t let go of Abdhul and wait for me there — Isha is amused by the black mass climbing up her leg.

—Move away from that thing, Isha! —Abdhul is nervous. His vision stopped being a little boy’s vision a long time ago. The Cesspool plucks the innocence from all the little kids who set foot in it. No one gives a crap about that, but then they all crangry when the violence that these youngsters incubate blows up in their faces.

—Don’t worry, Abdhul —Isha laughs—. It tickles. It’s vibrating!

—Is it a toy? —Sasha is curious, but doesn’t dare release Abdhul’s hand. She’s learned her lesson well.

—I don’t know… It’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen —The metallic mass crawls up Isha’s arm until it all comes together on her back like a backpack.

Isha turns her neck, staring at it while two small tentacles climb up each of her shoulders to adjust the backpack. What’s this thing?, you must be wondering. It would appear that nobody has ever seen anything like it before. A dark current of metallic geometry made of ceramic nano chips, light, metal and touches of biogenetics.

A whirlwind of ridges and light. A bundle of metallic strings and sharp triangles that look like they’re made from grains of sand. Isha doesn’t know what this treasure is either, but she wants to take it home and surprise her parents. She’s sure she can get a few wangs for the pieces from this thing, but first she wants to connect it to her laptop to fool with it a bit.

She wants to show her parents that they did a good thing by fixing the abandoned terminal they in B-5 for her. It’s one of those personal computers, from the “One laptop per child” program, that the government put together to give the kids from the Cesspool access to “modern educational knowledge and methods” —One of those initiatives where the rich fork out geld to cover up the filth in the little conscience they have left—.

In a very short time, these laptops became obsolete and wound up in the trash, ready to be pimped and resold. That caused thousands of kids to surf the internet with them until becoming the most premature hackers in history. Even though Isha doesn’t master her laptop yet, she does know what applications will get her into the mysterious treasure she’s found tonight. What she doesn’t know is that three P. Mouth have snuck up on her and her friends.

Two of them threaten her with bats full of broken glass and enormous spikes. The other, a fucking humongous giant, aims a sawed-off servo at Sasha and Abdhul.

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