Ego Requiem 7 Duet

Log MP.31.936.05123
Mars, Phobos, 2023hr Dies Solis  26, Gemini, Year 936
(Earth time: 10:46pm, Sunday, January 2145)


[Distance to 1.618 plaza: 234 steps
Updating  trajectory ]

“It is bizarre to think that a creature, such as humans can create replicas of themselves or clones, why would they do that? Nothing in this universe is the same as something else, but humans are the same, and yet so different at the same time. Perhaps the notion of death is the one variable, which would enforce one to replicate one’s self. In search for eternal life, but the whole point of life is to live just one, otherwise life is taken for granted and useless, for life would become cyclical and pointless, if you make the wrong choices you can make the right ones on the next. Human kind destiny is simple to die, and to try to leave a mark in the great equation that life is, with variables like time, space, goals, etc. and perhaps the variable by Excellency… Love.”

“Why create something that it’s the same as you? What a lack of identity, personality, why be the same as anything, when you can be unique, different, especial?

[Location reached, downloading stream of chosen location]

As I streamed the map of plaza 1.618, I understood why it was named after the mathematical principle (the golden ratio), the whole design of the plaza was asymmetrical, and all of the roads, gardens and even fountains were design intersected by something keeping everything designed by middles or ratios of circles, squares, rectangles and lines where cut in the middle. I have to say I particularly enjoy the design.

So as I came to the middle of the plaza, I saw a figure that led me to believe it was Rondo. I approached slowly to the figure covered with a cape and a hood, similar of those worn in the Middle ages by Thieves. I couldn’t see more it was too dark to make any other descriptions.

“Fibonacci you came” said Rondo. “I’ve been expecting you”

I said: “My name is Requiem, are you Jack Rondo?” He said, “Yes and No, you see what we are is nothing more than what we think we are, so if you are to think you are something, who am I , or anyone to deny such perceptions, but perhaps the question you should have asked is: Are you the man I am looking for?, But  of course ,that is supposing I am a man, which would have been a logical presumption, but then again I am not a man, but I am the man you are looking for”

[ Bio signs scan…
No bio signs detected]

At that moment, I felt uneasy and troubled by the illogical frame in which my reality was painted, I was about to ask Jack, what he was, but I got interrupted by his illogical none sense

“I am Rondo, Jack Rondo, or at least I think I am, for only gods have certainties on metaphysical facts, that I do not posses, nor do I pretend to know what I do not.  I am who sent you the message, but I have yet to discover the reason for it, I assume that the answer is to be found when the two of us, search for it, however to find answers I do not guarantee. But then again, sometimes happiness is not to be found in a static place, but on the journey that lead you to that place you thought happiness was”



I could only wonder what was all this. Logic perhaps was not the right form of approaching such illogical manner. I calculated Rondo´s movement, he was moving away, and in the silenced pitch dark night, he said “Follow me”, and for some strange reason, I did.


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