Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

  The Game of Chess Al-Mansur advanced White's right bishop to challenge Alexios I Comneno's black knight. It was a timeless game that took place in the center of the Universe. The two men had followed each other through time, though only in the singularity of the collision of two space-time structures had allowed them to meet face to face. Al-Mansur had learned of the existence of Alexios I in his travels in the future, and challenged the Byzantine emperor to rewrite history, so that if Al-Mansur defeated him, the first crusade would not take place, thus choosing one of the infinitely many. different futures for history. Alexios I Comneno, sure of his triumph, did not hesitate to accept that matchless challenge. La partida de ajedrez Almanzor avanzó el alfil derecho blanco para desafiar al caballo negro de Alejo I Comneno. Era una partida atemporal que tenía lugar en el centro del Universo. Los dos hombres se habían perseguido a través del tiempo, aunque solo en la singulari...

Other F utures During a trip to Gujarat, India , where I sponsor a young boy, I was invited to attend his coming-of-age ceremony. I travelled alone. Although my wife had offered to accompany me, I persuaded her not to. I thought the journey would be long, exhausting, and far too uncomfortable for her. It was a decision I would soon come to regret. When I arrived at Indira Gandhi International Airport, a man was waiting for me holding a sign bearing my name. His taxi wound its way through the bustling streets of New Delhi before leaving the city behind and entering a dimly lit neighbourhood on its outskirts. I found it surprising that anyone would hire a taxi to take me to my sponsored child's home, especially considering the poverty in which his family lived. Everything around me carried an unsettling air. His father came out to greet me and welcomed me warmly into a house that contained little more than a few pieces of worn furniture. Waiting inside, however, was a Sikh dressed in...

Alison 2 Alison surrendered to the evidence. The proof was irrefutable. Napoleon had hidden interests that she did not know how to decipher. She recalled that when he taught classes, it was said that he belonged to an esoteric sect segregated from the Rosicrucians, which had ties to extreme right-wing groups. At last the meeting began. Napoleon began the interventions by assuring that the cybersecurity team was preparing to unmask the author of the information leak, since he had recordings as incriminating evidence. There was an expectant silence in the room and the projection of the recording began. It showed Alison feverishly pounding on the keyboard at four in the morning at her workplace. By keeping track of what Alison was typing at the time, she made clear her authorship. Then Alison discovered that she had a double personality and that in one of them she was a delinquent. Alison 2 Alison se rindió a la evidencia. La prueba era irrefutable. Napoleón tenía intereses ocultos que no...

 Fireflies and Light Worms The sunset on Mars was spectacular. We had booked a room at the Experience Hotel, a building strategically located at the foot of the western slope of one of the Olympus Mons mountains. As night approached, millions of multicolored lights stretched along the hill. Fireflies and light worms competed in their slow ascent to crown the top. It was a spectacular image. A unique moment was transformed into a tragedy when suddenly, the sky was flooded by carnivorous little stars that pounced on those miraculous little lights. In a few moments, the darkness perched on that multicolored carpet. Two tears escaped from the eyes of my dear woman cyborg companion. Then was when I learned that machines also feel. Luciérnagas y coquitos de luz La puesta de sol en Marte fue espectacular. Habíamos reservado una habitación en el hotel Experience, un edificio estratégicamente ubicado al pie de la ladera occidental de una de las montañas Olympus Mons. A medida que se acercab...

  My Machine and I From a few days ago my machine carelessly wander through the spaces of my mind and through the rooms of my house. There is no loophole left to hide myself. Until recently, my machine did all the work, only turning to me when it ran into some insurmountable concept or problem, which happened a couple of times a year at most. It was in charge of giving the appropriate orders to all the electrical appliances, so that she kept the house clean, and the menus it cooked were exceptional. She took care of my rest, answered the calls from the office, filled out the income statement and kept track of expenses in general. Needless to say, it also did my office job, through teleworking. A few days ago, as I said, my machine started behaving strangely. And I think it was as a result of a visit from a girl friend whom I invited to eat and with whom it behaved exquisitely. However, immediately after my guest left, the machine started doing strange things. I called the sel...