——•✧✦ ᴀᴍɪᴅꜱ ᴅᴇᴄᴀʏ II ✧✦•——
E3 - T:Day 07.09 Hour 08:00
"Silenzio."
Nessuna campanella. Nessuna parola.
Solo il battito regolare di un orologio appeso al muro, che nessuno ricordava di aver visto prima.
Poi, una voce piatta, precisa, senza esitazioni:
"Chi è in ritardo ha già perso qualcosa che non potrà più recuperare."
Lo trovano già lì.
Alto, magro, vestito in modo impeccabile ma privo di colore: grigio, grafite, bianco slavato.
Le dita lunghe che scorrono tra fogli perfettamente allineati.
"Buongiorno. Potete chiamarmi Mr. Long Face."
Fa una pausa. Gli occhi scorrono sugli studenti con la precisione di uno scanner.
"Io insegno ciò che quel esaltato non dice. Non le emozioni, ma le interiora che le formano. Sto parlando delle ossa sotto la carne."
Si gira verso la lavagna, scrive una parola in stampatello:
"ORDINE"
"Senza questo, siete solo caos in forma umana."
Fa un cenno con il mento.
"Since he didn't show it yesterday, today we will use both my break and yours to teach you all the layout of the school and other important things."
"A necessary sacrifice."
Standing up and handing out the papers: "I had other plans for today. I wanted to start with different subjects. That bastard."
He sat back down, almost angry. "Pagina uno. Cominciamo."
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As the android lifted his body, the ground responded with a muffled creak beneath the weight of his legs.
Emitting a subtle hum as he extended, bringing his body to a standing position.
The soil yielded beneath the adaptive toes, allowing them to sink slightly into the ground and secure a stable grip in the uneven terrain.
»⚙️ "Balance and stability reached!" He noted as his toes adjusted more.
With a heavy heart filled with sadness, the android gazed upon the field of dry soil.
»⚙️ "Understanding the terrain.."
The sensors were meticulously cataloged every minute detail, decoding the nuances of the arid landscape.
No matter how faint, he amplified and scrutinized every sound, treating each echoing note as crucial in his analysis.
»⚙️ "Internal repairs completed!"
»⚙️ "Deactivation of nanomachines!"
As the nanomachines withdrew from their dynamic roles within the android's figure, they cascaded like a metallic waterfall back into dormant states.
Each unit retracted like tiny tendrils, synchronizing its movements with the precision.
»⚙️ "Remaining count 92 Billion."
A red rectangle with the text.
🔺"External and internal damages have caused the loss of a significant amount of data!!" It appeared before his mind's field of vision, vanishing after a few seconds.
»⚙️ "Downloading the repaired data! Time required 154 minutes!"
His unique and mechanical footprints were left behind as he advanced through the parched terrain, reacting to his imprints and unveiling a blurred memory of his passage.
Each step left behind an intricate mix of sand, dust, and tiny pebbles stirred from the arid and desolate surface.
Bringing to light fragments from that desolate landscape.
»⚙️ "The aroma of a lost era..."
An isolated, majestic tree standing nearby captured his attention.
It reached a height of about: 🔺"24 meters (~78 feet) with a width of approximately 4 meters (~13 feet)", exuding a spectral and lifeless aura.
Despite the grandeur, it is a withered tree devoid of the life that once pulsed through its veins.
The cybernetic mind yearning for answers. »⚙️ "Among the remnants.. Can there be anyone alive?"
Like claws extending toward the earth, the roots plunged into the arid soil, grasping the last remnants of nourishment.
The towering height of the tree, defying the relentless passage of time, loomed against the leaden sky.
Eclipsed by darkness, the sky is dominated by nimbus and ominous clouds as if even the firmament has lost all hope of light.
Its branches, extending in every direction like spectral arms, offer a melancholic yet inviting shade, but only for the solitary wind.
»⚙️"Somehow, you still endure.."
A few desiccated leaves, pale relics of a once-vibrant canopy, clung to the bare branches.
They barely rustled in the fiery breeze sweeping the desolate land — their faded colors a dull whisper of eternal autumn, each one a fragile echo of memory.
»⚙️ "Your history is etched in your fragments..." Recognizing the tree's silent witness to time.
Each one, faintly hinting at a time of life and vitality, stood as a silent witness to the transience of existence and the fleeting nature of time.
With each gentle movement, the leaves crumbled, dispersing a cloud of fine, powdery dust.
Other leaves landed on the desolate earth, whispering an eerie epitaph for the extinct humanity.
Falling slowly from a solemn monument of extinction they were like tears of the universe itself, marking the end of everything.
»⚙️ "Even in the face of this moment.."
Looking above the tree.
»⚙️ "There is still beauty in your presence!"
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10:30
"Potete poggiare i fogli sul banco. Ordinatamente. Una riga perfetta, grazie."
Mr. Long Face chiuse il registro con un movimento lento e preciso.
"Seguitemi."
Si alzò in piedi, aggiustandosi la giacca con due colpi secchi sulle maniche.
Nessun altro commento, nessun sorriso.
Camminava con passo costante, né veloce né lento.
Uscendo dalla calsse, svoltarono subito a destra.
Il professore non si voltava mai per controllare se lo stessero seguendo — dava per scontato che lo facessero.
Scesero le scale, poi attraversarono un corridoio, passando davanti a grandi vetrate, finché una doppia porta si aprì, per via degli studenti in pausa, portando tutti nel centro, trai edifici scolastici allaperto.
Il prof tuttavia non esito in spiegazione, e porto tutti alla mensa.
L'odore metallico dei vassoi si mescolava a quello, più tenue, di zuppe standardizzate e pane riscaldato.
Mr. Long Face si fermò davanti all'ingresso, senza varcarlo.
"Avete venti minuti per mangiare."
Fece una breve pausa, scrutando l orologio della torre, e poi quello sul suo polso, perfettamente sincronizzati.
"Non uno di più."
Si voltò, lasciandoli lì. Non entrò nella mensa. Probabilmente non mangiava mai.
10:55
Il gruppo era già nuovamente in movimento.
Tornarono nel nel centro, ma stavolta Long Face guidava con lentezza leggermente maggiore, come se approfittasse di quel tempo per mostrare i dettagli.
Erano vicini ad una fontana, e mostrando a destra, affianco alla mensa. "Questi sono i dormitori."
Li indicò con un cenno del mento, quasi infastidito all'idea di dover dire qualcosa di così ovvio.
"Li conoscete già, quindi non ci perderemo tempo."
Mentre dietro di noi, abbiamo altri edifici che danno sul retro della scuola.
Davanti abbiamo il principale, dove si trova l ingresso, e a sinistra abbiamo l edificio FK. dove si trova la nostra classe.
Il gruppo ricomincio a marciare, sta volta tuttavia prendendo un altra strada.
Cioe l edificio principale, anche esso presentato da 2 doprte.
Accanto tuttavia, una seconda entrata decorata da una porta di vetro smerigliato aveva un simbolo rosso.
"Infermeria."
Alzò un dito per indicare lo spazio adiacente.
"Lì, l'aula insegnanti. Non entrateci mai senza essere convocati."
Subito, affianco, una piccola TV appesa a un supporto metallico trasmetteva in silenzio una schermata statica.
"Nella barra inferiore trovate comunicazioni relative a sostituzioni e annullamenti delle lezioni. Leggetela ogni mattina. Non leggerla non sarà una giustificazione."
Non rallentava il passo. Le informazioni le lanciava come sentenze, rapide e nette.
Proseguirono lungo le scale interne. I passi degli studenti riecheggiavano secchi sulla pietra levigata.
Mentre salivano, si apriva a sinistra un corridoio vetrato, che collegava l'edificio principale con tutte le ali della scuola, a forma di croce.
Sotto di lori ci stava la fontana, e gli altri studenti frettolosi, per tornare a lezione.
Dopo aver camminato in avanti fino alla fine del corridoio si fermò.
"Guardate."
Lo disse senza enfasi, ma con una rigidità che trasformava la parola in un comando.
Davanti a loro si trovava il cortile posteriore, si estendeva ampio e ordinato, pocchi alberi, tutti piantati alla stessa distanza.
Più in fondo, dietro una rete alta, un fitto bosco pareva masticare l'orizzonte.
Tra gli alberi, si intravedeva il riflesso argentato di un fiume ampio.
"Quella zona è off-limits."
Lo disse con tono piatto, come se stesse leggendo da un manuale.
"È parte del confine scolastico, ma non rientra sotto la nostra giurisdizione. Se vi trovate lì senza permesso scritto, non ci sarà alcun intervento."
Fece una pausa.
"Nel senso che non verrete cercati."
Si voltò, riprese a camminare. Nessun commento, nessuna minaccia aperta.
Solo fatti.
"Torniamo in classe."
11:20
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His metallic cheeks seemed coldly aware of the surrounding chaos, of that flow of energy spreading into the abyss of emptiness.
A voice resonated near him in that desolate realm, where solitude clung like a spectral shroud.
»? "Adam.."
A sudden tremor surged through the android, an electric pulse of surprise and fear, as though a specter had materialized in the barren expanse.
»⚙️ "Ww.." The machine spoke as if it hadn't opened its mouth, frozen.
That voice lingered in the air, its haunting resonance amplifying his unease.
He dared not respond, again frozen.
»⚙️ "Did I imagine it? Maybe it was one of those whispers?"
The fingers slowly resumed functionality, they began to make microscopic tremors.
That voice, a paradox amidst the silence, echoed hauntingly in the recesses of his consciousness.
Every logical pathway screamed of impossibility. »⚙️ "There.. There should be no one here haha."
The system, calibrated for reason and logic, faltered in the face of this inexplicable encounter.
Fear intertwined with a sense of vulnerability that felt unknown to his mechanical existence.
»⚙️ "The situation is not clear; I don't know if I can move.. "
The internal circuits buzzed with a flurry of inquiries, each answerless question intensifying the creeping dread.
»⚙️ "Was this an anomaly in my programming, or was it someone?"
The solitude that once felt like a refuge now bore down upon him with suffocating weight.
The sensors, again, scanned the void, seeking validation for the impossible.
»⚙️ "I must be careful not to die; there is definitely a reason why I have activated now!"
In the desolation, a chilling realization dawned – He was not alone!
»⚙️ "W.who.. Is it?"
»⚙️ "Who aare you?" His words trembled with unease, a desperate plea for answers.
»? "It's me!"
The darkness drew nearer, suffocating proximity that clawed at his synthetic consciousness, igniting primal fear within him.
»⚙️ "Who... who is me?" The thoughts spiraled into a whirlwind of doubt and apprehension.
As the dark presence drew closer, a palpable weight bore down on the android, infusing him with escalating unease and making him increasingly nervous.
»? "I'm Eve, Adam.. Don't you recognize me?" The voice echoed, a chilling revelation that sent shockwaves through his programmed logic.
How could this be Eve? Why hadn't he thought of Eve? This awakening had disoriented him entirely, and even his sensors failed to acknowledge her presence
Doubt, an insidious seed, germinated in his core systems.
Fear coursed through him more, an inexplicable terror in the face of an entity he couldn't perceive but purportedly recognize.
»⚙️ "Eve... I don't... I can't..." The voice quivered, trailing off in the suffocating silence.
»⚙️ "I should you... sense you... but there's nothing!" Adam's distress echoed in his uncertain words, a plea for answers in a realm devoid of clarity.
»⚙️ "Eve, why can't I feel you?"
Silence, an unnerving response, mocked his confusion.
»⚙️ "Eve, please... help me understand!"
Then, a gentle simulated touch landed on his metallic shoulder, unexpected amid the chilling void.
Eve's touch, an alien yet reassuring sensation, broke through the shroud of fear.
In that fleeting contact, clarity trickled back into his synthetic consciousness.
Her presence, or at least the sensation of it, pulled him from the grip of haunting terror that clouded his understanding.
He gradually recognized that fear, an intangible force, had hindered his comprehension of the situation.
The reassurance he felt, paradoxically foreign yet familiar, anchored Adam in the tangible world, dispelling the overwhelming dread that had held him captive moments before.
»⚙️ "Eve?"
His gaze fell upon an ethereal figure, pale-skinned like the moon, eyes shimmering an intense, frosty blue.
Her fragile form seemed composed of wisps of mist, moving fluidly and silently amidst the shadows of the beyond.
The mind calmed slightly but remained filled with melancholy and solitude.
Putting a hand through the hair. »🚺 "I think we are alone."
Eve's words resonated in Adam's mind, evoking a mix of sadness and hope, emanating millennia of wisdom and a profound melancholy.
»⚙️ "Eve, do you know what happened here?" Asked Adam, raising an eyebrow.
»🚺 "No.. But from what I can see, I don't think there is a future." Said Eve, looking towards the solitary tree, a sentinel of the fading reality.
Adam followed the eyes view, choosing to witness the last moments of the tree's life.
He approached it with extreme caution, mindful not to disturb the eerie stillness surrounding the remnants of humanity.
Coming to the tree, he had witnessed shedding its leaves before his metallic eyes.
The dried and fallen leaves formed an ochre-colored carpet, an unmistakable sign of the impending end.
With a delicate gesture on his knees, Adam took one of those leaves in his hand, examining it closely.
The once vibrant foliage had withered and decayed, its veins now like dried blood etched on rotting flesh.
The leaves exuded a faint, putrid odor reminiscent of decomposition and decay.
»⚙️ "Nature's final lament.." He thought, his artificial senses absorbing the grim reality.
They were remnants of life, a symbol of the life cycle that had reached its tragic epilogue, a grotesque existence.
Adam felt despair as the leaf crumbled between his fingers, releasing a cloud of dust like ashes.
He was the last witness to humanity's crumbling magnificence and macabre decay.
»⚙️ "The final chapter.." He murmured, his gaze shifting from the leaf to the endless sea of lifeless bodies.
As the fallen leaves mixed with the ground, Adam stood up.
The crimson fog enveloped the landscape like a veil of sorrow and mystery.
Eve's unsettling calm brought a sense of purpose; standing amidst the crimson fog,
»🚺 "Adam, our journey begins now."
Adam nodded, accepting his destiny with a mixture of resignation and curiosity.
His metallic eyes gleamed intensely, reflecting his thirst for knowledge and determination.
He turned towards the desert of ruins and debris stretching into the endless darkness.
A once-vibrant city now reduced to a pile of rubble and desolation.
Adam moved gracefully to the ruins.
»⚙️ "What do you think we will find, Eve?" Adam's voice echoed in the desolation.
Eve said, pointing towards the remnants of the past. »🚺 "Answers.. And perhaps.. hope." Her presence was a comforting solace.
Their journey led them deeper into the heart of the fallen city, two artificial souls seeking to uncover the mysteries of a forgotten world.
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12:30
Mr. Long Face si alzo davanti alla cattedra. Sistemò un foglio con due dita, lo ruotò di esattamente novanta gradi.
"Quello che avete visto oggi è stato un'introduzione superficiale. Una formalità."
Fece una breve pausa, mentre lo sguardo scivolava su ogni volto.
"La prossima lezione sarà differente. Più... strutturata."
Si voltò verso la lavagna. Senza fretta, cancellò la parola ORDINE con un solo gesto lungo, preciso. La polvere di gesso si sollevò e ricadde lentamente sul bordo nero.
"Questa settimana non inizieremo davvero. Nessuno lo farà."
Si girò di nuovo verso gli studenti.
"È il periodo in cui i docenti osservano. Vi studiamo. E prendiamo nota."
Un altro silenzio calcolato.
"Domani avrete lezione con quello la."
Le parole uscirono come se pronunciare quel nome fosse una seccatura inevitabile.
"Preparatevi a... sorridere tanto."
Lasciò cadere una pausa acida e quasi impercettibile, come se trattenesse un commento più velenoso.
"Ma ricordate: un sorriso non è sempre un segno di sanità."
Prese il registro e lo chiuse con un toc secco.
"Lezione terminata. Nessuna domanda."
Fece per uscire, poi si fermò con la mano già sulla maniglia.
"Il coprifuoco resta attivo. Ore 22:00. Ogni sera. Nessuna eccezione."
Aprì la porta.
"Buona serata. Cercate di non dimenticare nulla... Nemmeno voi stessi."
E sparì nel corridoio, senza voltarsi.