(This is a rush translation. The version may not be in its final form.)
The machine was impressive. Shama was euphoric. The neighborhood was completely abandoned. He had the vision for only two minutes, but he was sure there were people around.
He sought out his father, the best diviner of the oracle priests, and told of the transtemporal vision.
"I forbid you from any attempt to change things," he said.
"But, Father, we are under a regime of force. The legend of Torryl Negal, how they rid the world of a criminal domain.
"No one knows what can happen."
"For years, you have quoted the oracle:" The meaning of all things is that they have already happened before. "
All people used the Oracle to hear what the myths explained about the present. His father was one of these new priests, a pioneer of neurophysics, of robotic computing, a discoverer. What had happened was that the war on drugs had led to a division of society between poor people and people who had a means of survival. The effect of addiction was used as justification for the elimination of users. The only remaining freedom was the choice between the brands of the products.
He continued his experiments. It was able to materialize in the street at the time when the end of taxes was approved. His plan was to kill the senator who triggered the drug war.
The Oracle always said that reality was an illusion, that being was connected, that energy could be transformed and the matter was energy. Shama knew this in her body.
He had the vision of the senator in his room watching the city. He materialized in the corridor.
"Who would have killed him?" asked the man on the phone.
Shama listened.
"We know that the future awaited us. Neighborhoods dominated by criminals. Our strength rests upon order. Now that he's dead, we'll have to keep alive the memory of crime to organize society. Arrest the strangers.
Only then Shama understood. "They've happened before." His father had killed the world's biggest trafficker.
Afonso Junior Ferreira de Lima
mai, 2017
https://afonsojunior.blogspot.com/2017/05/a-lenda-de-torryl-negol.html
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