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It was complicated, really complicated.
Humans, those beings that generate a huge of information every second of their lives, from the moment they were born, until that source of information came to an end.
So ephemeral. So volatile They were, as they vulgarly named themselves: A box of surprises.
But perhaps there was nothing more interesting than that called "feelings". That bunch of mental processes that takes place in order to give a reaction to an event occurred. Each and every one of them was too complex, but there was undoubtedly one that simply exceeded any level of complexity, one to the degree of having as many meanings as there are in the world, nor the most recognized author nor the most gifted intellectual could reach a global meaning and in which everyone agreed.
Love.
No matter how many books he read, no matter how many novels he reviewed, love, in most cases, was so spontaneous. It was born out of nowhere, with a smile, a touch, a look... It could be born in so many ways...
But well, how did he come to such conclusions? Perhaps in the simplest possible way, observing that separator made by Shindo and that novel created by a William Shakespeare who represented such a strong love with a tragic end.
But more importantly, it was what that separator woke up in him, that a feeling? What kind? He didn’t know how to explain it. Oh, where was Shindo? He could perfectly explain that, it wasn’t something that could be left to those almost perfect clones, they could do everything the real one, of course, but they lacked something, maybe it was those "feelings".
They weren’t Shindo, they were perfect puppets that I would not use anymore. Why the need to get rid of them? Why the frustration of knowing that they were not real? They were a simple illusion.
And he came to the stupidest conclusion he could. He was becoming another human. From that moment that touched the blood of Shindo, something inside it appeared, perhaps, if not badly remembered, would be the closest thing to guilt, then a repentance, and then, seeing that separator, it was nostalgia.
But what nonsense! Him becoming a human? Feeling human things? And it was at that moment that things took on a certain meaning. These questions run every inch of his mind, what had he done? Maybe it was in a mistake, and that was the one that lived with them, that approached them, that congeniara with one of them.
The realization of those thoughts made more sense as he remembers every second that had happened there, every second living with that jet...
Loneliness gained unnecessary weight. And he realized later, that the need to have the true one was more and more. The correct answer he needed, he had, just with him was satisfied, there was no one else but him.
It was when he was once again in front of him.
Oh, he had missed it, and a need disappeared, that's how it worked, right? And, selfishly, there was no person who could stop him, more than that human being out of the ordinary, that one that caught his attention. Only Shindo could stop him.