As I looked out the windows kitchen, the immensity trees surrounded her house; she remembered her nightdream. Suddenly dozens of other sleep images old with issues related to digital information are added to that memory, were so many that blended reality with unreal, he began to see dozens of terabytes down from cyberspace, not only files but the bytes that image and merged with what they represented. He got scared and took in doing something not to continue along those lines bombarding his mind and eyes.
It was not until the next day while retaking tea experience those data viewed incorporated in her head and danced before her eyes in disbelief. He thought she had found the answer, so she returned to provoke the next day relaxing in an armchair in her living room. She knew the difference between consent and the consent semi-light sleeper; she knew that in this world, many fantasies appeared as real and more than once thought that what she saw was real but belonged to a different time-space which could be accessed at those moments. There was no doubt what was happening, her brain was connected to trafficking in cyberspace and ate everything there was, could remember facts unknown, give mathematical formulas he had ever read, and to provide its solution in some cases,
What she did not know was if her brain would support so much data or would be capable of hosting what she wanted since she had memory: to know everything and to be able to interpret it.
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TALES THAT ARE NOT TALES
TerrorShort and not so short stories, where science can not explain the places, the facts, or the characters, whose so magical, so real, and with such complicated feelings. Terror, love, pain, anxiety, are present in each story and are living with each.
