Kapitel 1: A common guy.
A common guy.
#In a country marked by corruption where almost all institutions have become corruptible.Some still walk the path of honesty and between them.
#A simple worker.
#Yes a simple worker who at the end of his daily journey made such a routine and common choice that would change his life, a simple snack on Friday, one of the most trivial events of a life takes our protagonist to a path that had tested his beliefs and values.
Good afternoon, Marco, did you order a hamburger?
Yes.
Taking my lunch I walked towards my house, among the crowd something inexplicable occurred everything began to slow down like a slow motion movie.
"Oh my God what is happening" turns me looking in all directions and I find nothing, shout and no one helps me, desperate i grab a lord and shake in the hope of answers but everything was in vain.
Trying me calm down i looking for a place to sit down and soon i see an empty table in front of a bar and will straight to the table me sit but i can not calm down and soon i see myself looking at the freezer, i get a beer, and a glass with my hands trembling, but the cup proved unnecessary, the first beer ended, up being in the beak, which ended up calming me a little, stuck with what surrounded me i am lost and looking at in the nothing.
Soon a different sena emerges in this frozen world his words have made me sit recline in the chair like a child.
>Very well, Humano, I can see you has calmed.
A lot of supernatural things go through my mind, but soon I prefer to think it's a dream but I'm still curious." Q. Who are you? and why did everything stop?
# The unknown being ignores him, and step by step goes to the table, sitting in front of Marco and with a magic pass a glass appears in his hands and he serves with a glass of beer while seemed to think deeply.
> Then Marco I am ... # But before concluding he is interrupted by Marco.
How do you know my name? What you are?
> Calm down, Marco, I'll give you a brief introduction, but before we proceed.
> You can call me Monochrome, a traveler or rather an envoy from another plane, I know you know the term, since your species has already begun to theorize about dimensions and is widely diffused in your society.
>Do you understand me, Marco?
"Calm calm. Holy shit; "
I do not know, you're driving me crazy.
Are you some kind of God?
>I'm not, yet far way but for you could me considered one, just like the Indians when colonized and exposed the technology of that era.
"Alien, fuck"
Well, what makes a supposed God come to me? I am self-conscious of my qualities and I assure you that I have nothing that could have caught your attention.
>Well Marco for some would be lucky, for others it would be bad luck but for you .. kkk #"Evil Smile".
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