THE LAST TALE OF SCIENCE FICTION [1]
(second or third version: 2011)
(A version of this story was published in the booklet "What idiot " surely something different to it and the first one was published, probably in this blog, I'm lazy to find and compare ...)
( in this version I have added things that are absolutely unnecessary, contrary to the principle that only reasonable indicates that any correction should eliminate that unnecessary .)
( the story begins)
L to last night had a bad dream Dante in which everything around him would destroy sequentially. First light started flashing, then the water pipes, the walls would crack eventually. As always woke up sweating and thinking I could never remove dirt off.
But, despite the nightmare that morning could not finish to fix the PC. When reading the title screen " The last story Science Fiction" by first time in a long time Hagrimbó Dante felt something like satisfaction. And although it could be considered to be the last man desperate to write the last story. Readers would not.
glimpsed through cracks in the blinds that remained outside the absolute darkness. Black on black. He sat at the computer that had been operated with a battery that would last more than three hours. It was the time I had to write the last story of science fiction.
Almost immediately caught the sound, unmistakable in the silence around him, someone who sat in the wooden chair that was behind him. Their neurons seemed to sink into a maelstrom of control. That was impossible. I was sure it was the sound of someone sitting, but no one was left. Thought he had no gun barrel cut on the table, not the old 38. Had kept in the closet, were no longer needed.
He turned slowly and cautiously. He only had his fists or his feet to attack the invader. But gasped: Juan Salvo watched him closely with the head tilted slightly on his chest.
"I think you must be a writer or something. Once I met a comic writer.
Hagrimbó thought: - "! The reputation mother that bore him! I have one battery while and just this kind appears. " Either way, I try to stay calm and friendly to visitors.
- Somewhere I called "the Eternauta." "I can tell my story? Do not bother much, just a bit. ... I need to rest after
- I know you're the Eternauta and as your name or your name was: Juan Salvo. And you tell me ... Do you know where the Oesterheld shot at 78?.
- But is that then I ...
Tears streamed down the cheeks of Salvo.
"Okay, sorry. I'll serve you a drink, and start again.
Hagrimbó Dante went to the closet and opened it slowly. Juan Salvo was killed. Slowly pulled the sawed-off shotgun and a precise shot blew the head.
then sat back down at the computer. I had less time to write " Last science fiction story."
[1] The title of the story, although I'm sure there's any thought before, belongs to Diego Agrimbau, the screenwriter of The Asco (Dante Ginevra was a cartoonist) and sprang from the comments an entry he made in his blog on Capanna reflections on the end of science fiction. I promised to write. I did not think, but then Diego said that to be truly the last had to finish first with the Eternauta.
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