Deus Ex Machina (part 1)

10 diciembre 2006

Deus Ex Machina (part 1)

(Iniated 23rd June 2006)

Lift the Lever, Hold the lever, Down the Lever.

Push the Button, Release the Button.

Harder, Faster, Stronger, Better.

Another day of work. Just the same as yesterday, and the same as the day before yesterday, the same as the say before. The same as tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that.

And all the days will be one. And all the ones will be a day. And so on.

For Master Engineer it was a day like every day he had had in his life. He discussed with some Workers. An Arquitect appeared to gave him some plans to Develope!, as it was usual. But this day he had seen a Supervisor. Supervisors are scary. They will test everyone, to check the fit perfectly as the pieces of the Machine they are supposed to be. They may retire you, change your name, arrest you or even sent you to the Sacred Oblivion.

He did not know what was worse, if they retire you, you will became an Old. It was not that bad became Old Master Engineer, but he did not know if he will bear not to contribute to The Working of The Machine. Olds used to kill themselves. But if they change his name they would probably change it to Worker, or maybe to a lower grade of Engineer, such as Second Engineer, or maybe to a simple helpler. Dishonour was not to a Master to accept.

A bunch of Workers run at the sound of the whistle. It was their lunch time. Workers had the strange habit of forgiving work in their rest time. They almost forget the Machine during lunch time. But at the second whistle they return back to their positions. They are as reliable as the parts of the Machine are suposed to be.

"But they not love the Sacred Machine as I do"

Master Engineer stare at them. He know he was superior, he has to be, right? He was not only an Engineer, but a Master Engineer. Although, he did not feel as he suposed to be. The Teachings said he was superior, and he must feel happy, as all the ones who fullfil their works. But he feel somehow bizarre. Something like... emptyness? He did not understand. He was the most important man at his section. He had thousands of workers at his charge. He was doing his job fine. Not just fine, his results were very good. But he feel empty. And it will happen something he was unaware of. Something small, like a little mouse, a recurring nightmare was roaming through his veins.

"What will happen if they retire me? This is all I have, my work is all I am. I have nothing else. Nothing else matters to me"

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PD.- I will publish this. It has been waiting for a conclusion too long. I like it. But I doubt I will finish it.

PDD.- What if I make a quick end for this?

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"Three days later a corpse was found inside of the Machine. There was nothing left to bury. Bones and flesh merged with junks of metal."

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Like it? I don't. But a story may change a lot. I haven't say whose body was that.