Purple bougainvillea

The technological advances leaded to giving the option to all humans to be on “0z0” mode, meaning controlled by programs and systems making them perfect at their task, or in free mode like a human would normally be. The problem was that if not learned in free mode the abilities one had in 0z0 would only be functional if systems were up. With time people became 100% dependent to the 0z0, anyways why would you spend hours learning something if you could just acquire it in a split second and for free. But one day some suicidal hackers took down the system for granted and caused worldwide collapse. 20 years later humans are on the verge of extinction, nature has taken back its powers with a vengeance, and the world is wilder than ever.

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In a once Latin American megapolis.

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One could still notice the Spanish colonial architectural organisation left behind, but now tree vines outnumbered the old chaos of electricity cable lines. Swarms of tropical birds passed by like voyageurs on a laydown stop. The sun had just started to peak out, rays of super clear warm light shined on the tops of the old buildings , creating a sort of mystical show , sombre and dark revealing itself in fact as nuances of green , with the most amazing rainbow colours and patterns. The old metropolis was waking up. Some just coming back from hunting , others getting ready to start grazing all the abundance produced by nature.

On the second floor of an old “Casona” completely enveloped buy a huge purple bougainvillea bush. A kettle whistled as vapor gushed out of its nozzle, IRUUK ! The the stoveeee! – Screamed the young girl.  A paw scratched the stove leaver, and the pot slowly went quiet. She was bathing in an antique porcelain bathtub, surely owned before by Russian oligarchs. There was a sort of meticulous order she had when she bathed, first pouring 5 handfuls of water over all her body, making sure every single inch of her skin was wet. Then thoroughly scrubbing with her self-made lime soap, and finish rinsing the rest, in one pour of bucket water. Delicately dry off, slip on her favourite green broken sandals and right away emptying the tubs water from the bottom compartment back to her bucket. She will later on water the lime tree right down the street with that. Now it was breakfast time and Iruk was wating for her downstairs. Overnight oats and coffee for her and, half a guinea pig for Iruk , she loved that moment of the day, even if the coffee tasted like dirt , she felt there was nothing else on earth, no chores , no rules, and especially not alone. The last drop of coffee is always the tastiest – she said, Irukk paused to look at her and resumed cracking bones. She gazed out the kitchen window as a family of 4 vicunas passed by , she wondered what would the old houseowners think if they saw such animals cross by their back yard. It made her giggle, and Iruk giggled too, in his own way. Those giggles echoed around the block in perfect harmony with the chirp of the neighbour birds.

She slid on Iruks bag first then hers, it seemed almost unrecognizable as a backpack the straps were now just two old pieces of cord, it had so many patches its shape shifted every time she repacked it. They left the front door, without closing it behind them, anyways who would come in? Walking down the street, this morning like many other unfortunate days , she remembered when they left together whistling and talking about nonsense, she knew it would never be like that again. Bendi was long gone, she despised herself for letting sorrow get her again, she had already thought it through , “we cannot be controlled by our felling” – she told herself.

She couldn’t help herself from remembering it was midday about a year ago, he had finally fixed the last windows. The sun was so bright, but a strange ocean breeze flew through the air, feeling like a Sunday afternoon that no one would ever want to leave. “Alina, get closer”-Bendi whispered.

‘I want to hold you for ever’-

‘And if it implies following me to hell, would you still hold me in your arms,’