Book.Ch 4

Dr Steller was part of what is called the Corporate Decision Management, supposedly the area of action was the aerospace race and the war between the West Indies, Central Old America and West New Africa.

One of his successes was the modification of the ax42 covid, an extraordinary synthetic development from a moderately harmless virus that lodged in the giant chameleons of Borneo, the genetic modification was carried out in the secret laboratories of old hanwu; it was something like making an elephant, placing lion's legs, with the ferocity of a cobra and the selective intelligence of an eagle.

It was astonishingly effective, it measured IQs, infected those under 100 and euthanized them automatically. With a speed of infection and infinite lethality. Saving millions of dollars in social benefits for the dispossessed and millions of dollars in medical expenses.

It was their greatest known triumph ,several cures had been found. They themselves financed them. So that once they were found, they were discarded and eliminated, collecting billions in subsidies from the lackey governments of narcoterrorism.

Each antidote was sold for 5 million bitcoindollars and there were 10 injections, only to multimillionaires... 9 injections were a placebo, only one was effective.... Profits had to be maximized...

Chapter 2.

I.

He brought his face close to hers. He saw her vital signs fading rapidly, perhaps in an instant of time.

He saw that her vital signs were fading rapidly, perhaps in an instant of time.

He knew perfectly well the language of this race, all their dialects, their social organization, their evolution, their diseases, and he understood that only seconds separated her from death.

She quickly did the only thing she could do at that moment, to introduce pressurized air into her lungs mouth to mouth.

He understood that she had a viral infection of maximum intensity, only equivalent to that suffered by the elderly of that race and that inevitably caused death,

If he could possibly save and heal her, he would have some respiratory consequences.

He was confident that with the power of his breathing he could provide enough mechanical strength for the young woman to breathe again on her own.

He was completely immune to that virus, his genetic load had overcome them many centuries ago. He breathed in again and with more pressure he injected air into the young woman's lungs. He hoped that the fibrosis caused by the infection would not completely paralyze his alveoli. He looked at her retina and it was almost normal, he breathed in again and injected air into her lungs, he understood that he had to massage her heart, it was stopped and he did so.

The young woman continued to agonize and repeated the task. He did not do it out of humanity, he did not do it out of kindness, he did not do it out of friendship, he did it because he needed allies and companions, she was what he had more at hand, a human alone in the middle of space, a young specimen, would be a good ally. She had rudimentary knowledge. She could learn. He would use her for his mission.

For moments he contemplated the beauty of the young woman, who remained with her gaze fixed on nothing.

He injected air with more power, he did it by opening her mouth and joining it again with his to make the air injection. He saw that she coughed chokingly, it was a good sign.