The alchemist
The alchemist, in a moment of rest, was walking quietly
through the garden. Seeing the beauty of those flowers he thought that his work
of turning metals into gold was a trifle. He would never know how nature
manages to create so many wonders, and how it has created us so that we can
contemplate them.
He was working in a multinational company that was in charge
of many things. Heiress to the old Google, she had extended her activity to the
manufacture of electro cybernetic components that used gold profusely. The robot
industry, present everywhere, was being one of the main activities of the
company.
Suddenly he realized that one of the robots was watching
him. A cold sweat ran over his body. He knew that the reports sent by the
robots could lead to his being fired, and being fired meant dying of hunger and
loneliness. The robots had long since taken control of almost everything.
Worried, he returned to the workplace wondering what would
happen. He was not allowed to have those thoughts, and the robot had captured
his brain activity.
Then the metallic voice of a robot sounded in his mind.
- "Alchemist 2343. Tomorrow at 12 o'clock we will have to
undergo reprogramming of your brain. The next time you have forbidden thoughts,
you will be fired!".
El alquimista
El alquimista, en un rato de descanso, se paseaba
tranquilamente por el jardín. Ante la belleza de aquellas flores pensó que su
trabajo de convertir en oro los metales era una nimiedad. Nunca llegaría a
saber cómo la naturaleza consigue crear tantas maravillas, y cómo nos ha creado
a nosotros para que las podamos contemplar.
Trabajaba en una multinacional encargada de muchas cosas. Heredera
de la antigua Google, había ampliado su actividad a la fabricación de componentes
electro cibernéticos que utilizaban profusamente el oro. La industria de los
robots, presentes por todas partes, era una de las actividades principales de
la empresa.
De repente se percató de que uno de los robots lo estaba vigilando.
Un sudor frío recorrió su cuerpo. Sabía que los informes que enviaban los
robots podrían dar lugar a ser despedido, y ser despedido suponía morir de
hambre y soledad. Hacía tiempo que los robots habían tomado el control de casi
todo.
Preocupado, volvió a la nave pensando qué ocurriría. No
estaba permitido tener aquellos pensamientos, y el robot había captado su
actividad cerebral.
Entonces, en su mente se sonó la voz metálica de un robot:
-
Alquimista 2343. Mañana a las 12 horas tendrá
que somenterse a la reprogramación de su cerebro. La próxima vez que tenga
pensamientos prohibidos, será despedido.
