Star Veins. ®.
Jaime Stramwerry, with the gleam of anticipation in his eyes, stood up. Peter Carpe looked at the screen, and María Papiros took a step back, as if to keep the distance between science and what felt like something more. Diamant Étoile Bleue, with its serene face, awaited the final command.
“Go ahead,” said Jaime, his voice barely a whisper.
The silence that followed the order was not a simple void of sound. It was a tangible weight that settled in the room and clung to everyone’s throats. It was a bothersome silence. The hum of the computers became almost imperceptible, and the monitors filled with incomprehensible graphs and codes that the AI could not process, as if the ancient mind of the mummy were interfering with modern technology.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the metallic crunch of the servomotors. Without a verbal command, Diamant Étoile Bleue moved fluidly toward the mummy, gently laying her down on the technological table. The mummy, now arranged on the surface, revealed centuries of preparation. She was clean, stylized, ready for the next phase.
The AI took the micro-tools and with millimeter precision, manipulated the microchips, implanting them in key points of the body: the base of the skull, the wrists, the most important nerve centers, the heart. Just as the last microchip was inserted, there was a short circuit. The entire complex shut down, plunging the room into total darkness. The only things that glowed were the microchips lit up on the mummy’s body.
In the shadow, the mummy sat up. With an otherworldly grace, she sat on the gurney and a voice, deep and slow, broke the silence of the darkness.
“Who are you? I do not recognize you.”
The revelation was a blow. The mummy remembered nothing. The scientists, however, were left breathless by something else. When the mummy opened her eyes, her gazes changed color, reflecting the environment, and everyone was captivated by their intensity.
María Papiros, wanting to break the tension, approached and sprayed her with some perfume. The mummy, in an instinctive reaction, slapped her, sending her to the floor.
Then, with an elegance that contrasted with her violence, the mummy got up, approached María, extended her hand and helped her up. “Excuse my lack of education and tact,” she said. “I have been asleep for a very long time.”
The Journey of Ideas (English)
Overcome with an excessive euphoria, the scientists began to applaud the mummy’s behavior. She responded with a bow, and a smile of utmost tenderness appeared on her face. The night turned into an evening of coffee and endless conversations. Diamant Étoile Bleue performed studies, discovering that the mummy’s skin was regenerating and that, as this happened, the microchips were blurring into her body.
However, there was a problem. The AI discovered that the mummy, despite her power of regeneration, could not live without a single microchip. One that would act as her anchor. The regeneration was finally complete, and the mummy was completely healthy, with an excellent body and an otherworldly beauty. María Papiros and Diamant Étoile Bleue provided her with clothes, and the group, now with a new appearance, went outside.
The marines, oblivious to everything that had happened, could not believe that such a beautiful woman came out of the complex. They asked for her identification, and Diamant Étoile Bleue, with the speed of lightning, gave her a fake ID: Jasmine Boreal, a Mesopotamian scientist who had fallen asleep behind some boxes. The confused marines entered to check the laboratory. Jaime Stramwerry and the team caused a “fictitious” short circuit with old cloths and told the marines that the experiment had failed and that the mummy had disintegrated.
The team got into a luxury van and left for an unknown destination.
They drove through the desert until they reached an oasis. There, in the distance, was a gigantic hangar. With a remote control, Jaime opened the roof of the hangar, revealing a machine built by the scientists and the AI: a nave for traveling through the multiverses.
Jasmine turned her back to the nave, looking at her friends. “From now on, I must continue alone,” she told them. “Towards the archetypal world, the world of ideas from which all the great inventions of my land, Egypt, came.”
Jaime Stramwerry, the leader, took a step forward. “Some of us… can we accompany you on that journey?”
Jasmine looked at him. “If any of you decide to cross the abyss with me,” she said solemnly, “know that you will never again return to this land.”
The three men of the team, Jaime, Peter, and José, gathered in a huddle. After a brief chat, Jaime spoke. “The three of us, the men, are more human than we seem. We love beer, girls, soccer, and also equations. But we cannot follow a natural rhythm in our evolution, and we have decided to stay.”
The fate of the three men was sealed at that moment, but the story had one last twist. María Papiros, the historian, approached Jasmine Boreal, her voice barely a whisper. “Me… can I go?” And, next to her, Diamant Étoile Bleue also joined the mission, as Jasmine had told her that in the world of ideas she could be whatever she wanted.
The three of them, the woman from the past, the woman from the present, and the intelligence of the future, walked toward the multiverse nave. The door closed softly, and a moment later, the nave lifted off without a sound, leaving the men behind in the land they had chosen. Or was it the Earth that chose them?
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