First Order English Version

9. A look full of hope

It floated in nothingness. It was nothing and I did not want to be-it. No mission, no objective. Floating aimlessly was everything. Not big things, not even small ones. It was not necessary to breathe, not to bleed, not to fight. Much less live. I am a nano-soul floating through space, without consciousness or destiny, without failures. And that is no single destination, nothing, being a speck of energetic dust. A drop of vital energy that one day would be part of something else.

Now he was part of everything, of everything and nothing.

My assemblage point was returning to its natural position. I could feel it, I could feel its crunch in my perception and how my consciousness returned to its predetermined state. My body was still floating. It was my body and I was Schneider again, the one who cuts, Sergeant of the seventh Squadron and lieutenant of Klaus Stark, the deafening one. Kriger Beta class of the TrapiGuard Inc. Emergent legend.

The liquid with 2-cb had its effects, I felt reborn, I heard people around, floating, taking a few seconds to recover the full focus of the vision.

There was a guy floating and moaning. Sheyla and Adrien, shared their member in a two-mouth fellatio. I had slept with these two ginoids countless times. They were owned by Katsura, next to most of the crystal clear Zero Gravity Bar building. Two boys kissing while circling themselves, floating, in the other part of the room. Surely children of some important position in some metacorporación. I slipped to the exit, I needed a drink and maybe I would look for company too. The club was full as usual, go through several rooms, asphyxia and other sexual games, the games of hyper-reality, dream travel and other zero-gravity. There was even a simulation to feel like a real Kriger, for those who could never get to it or were too cowardly to try it.

The red room of sin was empty, it seems that it was soon for group sexual debauchery. I took the elevator platform and went to the top floor, while I climbed and admired the views of the megapolis, I saw my own reflected image, it even looked like a beautiful place with all those lights and reflections. But any simulation, recreation or artificial perception was more beautiful than anything my organic eyes could see. My gaze hid well the horrors seen and perpetrated. I was not sure if my eyes had always been green. The color of freshness and purity was used in laboratories and health centers. Nothing to do with the look in the eyes that I saw reflected. The heroes and their legends are built with blood. That's the truth. I had learned that a long time ago. The day of my First Order.

The last floor was full, there were some young people from the Muramasa elit in the background having a good time, and directly opposite cadets from the Masamune Inc. A few civilians of important lineage, drinking at the bar, under the holoprojections. I recognized some member of the Abwehr, whores, fucking and known ginoids, and many faces never seen, human, of both sexes. It seemed like it would be a very entertaining night. The colorful lights illuminated the immense room according to the environment they wanted to create, a large translucent container that separated the bar from the rest of the room, containing strange life forms that floated and moved nimbly through the liquid, had grotesque and many colors, others even beautiful, moving majestically throughout the interior of the bar. They seemed oblivious to the fact that they were really trapped, but, if one does not know anything else. He can not know if he is free or not. Several PT cadets were celebrating, some knew them.

-Herr Schneider, welcome again, do you want to take something? Katsura has given me a direct order to invite the first drink.

-Put me pure H2o from the north, Takeshi.

- Is not going to join the celebration of the cadets? They just promoted the captain to Dagmar Blutgeld.

-Wow, so Dagmar has finally been promoted. -I gave a wide look at the environment- There is a lot of movement today.