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The Magic in Things (3) Before starting my trip to Earth, the set of satellites around Mars that control the climatic conditions of the planet have predicted a great storm. When the plans for the colonization of Mars began, a group of experts including climatologists, geologists, planetologists and volcanologists, led by Mark Phillips, proposed innovative solutions for the planet itself to provide the necessary atmosphere that would allow its habitability. However, the formation of storms is very frequent and it is necessary to be prepared due to the outside with which they are manifested. There are currently three colonies. In one of them, business complexes were installed that control the extraction of materials from the Martian soil. The second colony is responsible for the government and administration of the entire Martian system. The third colony is occupied by families who have lived there for a long time and who occasionally travel to Earth. This is the largest colony, with ab...

The Magic in Things (2) The admissions rate at Stanford University was one percent at the time and I was very proud to be a member of that privileged club of chosen to learn in their classrooms. My trip from Mars to Stanford was very comfortable. The means of passenger transport, far from resembling the aircraft of the 21st century, have evolved in their shape, size and means of propulsion. Applying the technique of space-time curvature of the theory of relativity and making use of space-time micro-loops, points of space very far apart, they can practically touch thanks to the curvature of space. Thus, the space-time properties contribute to making the trips more comfortable and faster. At the hotel where I was staying, I met a really peculiar sophomore. Although practically all known languages, such as Spanish, English, German or French had ceased to exist, and communication was established with a logical-computational system, he was an expert not only speaking and writing those lang...

The Magic in Things I am in the epilogue of my life. Not that it was anything special, but fundamentally I feel lucky. I have been lucky enough to share my life with an extraordinary woman, I have enjoyed four exceptional children, and I have worked, or rather, I have had the opportunity to dedicate my life to what I was passionate about since I was a child and that still awakens my eldest today interest. I remember the day I came to Stanford to enroll in artificial intelligence studies. It couldn't be more shocking. I was greeted by a very nice and friendly girl who invited me to fill in the documentation corresponding to the registration of the first year. When I tried to flirt with her, she very kindly responded with some splendid pumpkins, and given my natural success with girls, it left me somewhat disappointed. My surprise was that when I met other students at the University, I learned that the beautiful and friendly girl was actually a robot, one of the recent results of th...

Ann I've known her since she was a child and while I could I protected her from everything and everyone. A few days ago I received an invitation to attend her wedding. Just before the appointed date she called me and, sobbing, told me he needed to see me. I came to meet her with some concern. The Victorian building, located on the main street of the city, showed the social position of her fiancé. I rang the doorbell and a butler opened me and asked me to wait. She appeared, her face disheveled. A deep pain was discernible in his sad gaze. 'We have already married,' she told me. The one who had just become her husband lay on his deathbed. With a sweet smile, he kept looking at her, as if wanting to take with him the image of his beloved, an image that gradually blurred. A deep groan, a desperate farewell, reached Ana's ears, foretelling her farewell. Then, in an infinite effort, he opened his eyes to look at her fragile, broken figure, and whispered: 'Ana. ...

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Mis condiciones de vida son tan extremas que el solo hecho de respirar me infunde pavor. Mi supervivencia pende de un hilo. Cuando imagino que he superado la crisis y estoy a punto de nacer, vuelven los fantasmas de la destrucción. Mi ingravidez, resultado de tantos intentos de querer volar, lejos de ser un refugio, se convierte en un motivo más de incertidumbre. A veces sobrevivo formando parte de familias desestructuradas. Soy, en definitiva, lo que se conoce por ‘idea’.

El reencuentro -Una limosna. Sus ropas sucias y raídas cubren parte de su cuerpo. -Una limosna, por Dios. Dos lágrimas surcan su rostro infantil. -Por favor, mi madre se muere. Alguien se acerca y deja caer una moneda en su mano temblorosa y frágil. Le acaricia la cara y le pregunta: -¿Qué le ocurre a tu madre? -Se está muriendo, y nada tenemos en nuestra casa para que se alimente, ni para pagar la visita de un médico. Apenas se escucha un gemido sordo y el niño rompe a llorar despacito. El llanto, callado le hace agitar su cuerpecito con ligeras convulsiones. Una cálida mano femenina acaricia la suya y una voz suave le pide que se calme y le infunde ánimo. -Vamos a tu casa. Yo soy médico. ¿Cómo te llamas? -Rajiv El niño conduce a la mujer a su casa. La estancia sin luz impide ver con claridad a la enferma, pero gradualmente la doctora puede ver el rostro contraído de dolor de la madre. Después de auscultarla le suministra un medicamento, y transcurrido un r...