USER: can you analyze the settings written in the following text? Belnes was the first and oldest urban conglomerate of the long series that had been built starting from the coast, accompanied by the districts of Kneebles and kneboons, both twins, followed by Ventsfos and Gramdeesle, to the south of which there were larger and more important cities, such as Pagvant 'kabe and Feedotkall. Only much further south was Atlanta. In the precise moment in which one exited the train, the sense of smell was attacked by an unbearable stench of dirty clothes left for too long in the washing machine. There was also a lot of humidity that came directly from the nearby ocean. Places like this were destined for society's rejects, those who were deemed most morally decadent. It was one of the sites selected by the Government to which individuals with the lowest morality index could be transferred so that, verbatim, they stay together with their fellow men and do not compromise the efficiency of the most productive and disciplined cities. The DB (especially politicians) called these areas worldly neighborhoods, places where every degradation and impure act went unpunished, every prospect of improvement was a mirage, especially considering the funds destined for welfare which had gradually dwindled over time. This - the Government stated - was solely for their good: there they could find jobs suited to their abilities, avoiding the unpleasant circumstance of being assigned to more responsible tasks, ...

USER: canCan you analyze the settingsfollowing text, in particular the personality of the two kids? On the background of a snow-covered valley, two children stood in front of a mountain. You could not have found a better place for skiing, an activity the two brats preferred. Moreover, it was their birthday, so they were allowed to spend the whole day having fun. <<He who arrives last is a rotten fish!>> said the boy in the blue coat, as he began his ski descent. <<When I get there, you'll be the rotten fish, Aedostul!>> replied the other, who was wearing a bright orange coat. <<Ooh, listen to you! Be careful not to melt the snow with that thing you're wearing, dear Stullenbird!>> The boy in blue was visibly ahead, but both were skiing with absolutely perfect fluidity and agility. They seemed to be in their natural habitat. They were skiing downhill zigzagging, curving, even looking for ledges, from which to make jumps. Once again, they seemed to have properly tamed their surroundings. <<I'm going to win anyway, Stullenbird!>> the child in blue said. <<Yes, but only because you left early, Aedostul! That doesn't count!>> There was someone with the two children: the person who was supervising them. She was a well-hooded woman, who looked horrified and terrified at the two's performance. <<Stop! Stop immediately! This is too dangerous! You're going to get hurt! Come on, get down boys!>> Both children blew a raspberry at the woman, who reacted with a grimace of profound indignation. They faced a rather difficult and tight curve, but managed to ride it with great agility. They shouted a noisy "WHOO-HOO!" The speed was increasing at a rapid pace, along with the steepness. The last obstacle was a sort of uphill "rock" covered in snow. The two of them, thanks to their speed, jumped over it and were literally thrown through the air, both ending up, at different times, on the ground. It was actually not a good landing, but they both had a lot of fun. Stullenbird's ski came off his foot, while Aedostul lost both his rackets. <<And it's one-nil to Aedostul!>> he said happily. PUAFF. Immediately, his face got covered in snow. <<Here's your prize! A snowball, you cheater!>> "This is a declaration of war, Stullenbird!>> At that point, they started throwing snowballs at each other, until their clothes were filled with white. <<There you are!>> the overseer coming said. <<You two, Nivor twins! You are in trouble!>> Without saying a word, the two brothers exchanged a knowing look, almost a bratty smile hinting at their intentions. PUAFF, PUAFF! The twins started bombarding their instructor with snowballs. She had no choice but to flee. Then, satisfied with their accomplishment, they laughed at the silly scene they had witnessed. At last, as to end on a high note, they laid down in the snow next to each other. They began to talk about the friendship they shared. They were happy. *** *** *** The structure that housed them was a small base at the foothills of the mountains, in a place where avalanches could not reach. There was a large space at the back, where they used to spend all their time playing and inventing new imaginative things with their friends. They often played soldiers, pretending to shoot with guns made of paper. Aedostul was better at this game, although Stullenbird always knew how to make himself unpredictable. <<Taking care of those two is pure hell,>> their instructor told another colleague. <<In no time at all, they take all my life energy.>> <<They're twin brothers,>> the colleague said. <<It's only natural that they'd be in competition with each other.>> <<I wonder if they'll grow up and get along so well. Those two together are dangerous.>> The woman, however, had already stopped paying attention to her colleague. <<Stullenbird, Aedostul, leave those plants alone! Woe betide you if I find even a speck of soil lying around!>> The twins took off running. <<It is really impossible to deal with those two boys. They always find a mess to make>> <<Yet I think they are destined to do great things one day. It's written in the following text? Belnes was the first and oldest urban conglomerate of the long series thattheir future>> <<Yes, I know. They have immense potential. Too bad that right now they only use that potential to create confusion>> At meal times, the twins always used to seat side by side. No matter how hard the instructors tried to pull them apart, they were inseparable in every sense of the word. With them around, every meal almost always ended up turning into a food fight, where they used their spoons as slingshots to throw all sorts of food at each other. This time was different, as their favorite dishes had been built starting from the coast, accompanied by the districts of Kneebles and kneboons, both twins, followed by Ventsfos and Gramdeesle, to the south of which thereprepared for the occasion: mushroom fettuccine for Stullenbird and salmon penne for Aedostul. <<Are we already 9 years old?>> Stullenbird asked to his brother. <<No, we'll turn them at midnight,>> Aedostul replied. <<Why at midnight? It's not like we were larger and more important cities, suchborn at that time>> <<It's one of those things that adults do>> <<I hope they don't sing us that nasty little song>> <<Really! That would be super-duper embarrassing!>> The twins began talking about many other things. *** *** *** Then they spent the rest of the afternoon playing video games. The formula was always the same: they would sit on the floor in front of the console with the controllers in their hands and stare at the screen. As long as Pagvant 'kabe and Feedotkall. Only much further south was Atlanta. In the precise moment in which one exited the train, the sense of smell was attacked by an unbearable stench of dirty clothes left for too long in the washing machine. There was also a lot of humidity that came directly from the nearby ocean. Places like thisthey were destined for society's rejects, those whoplaying, the world could have fallen, they would not have noticed anything. Everything was put in the background. At that moment, they were deemed most morally decadent. It was one of the sites selected by the Government to which individuals with the lowest morality index could be transferred so that, verbatim, they stay together with their fellow men and do not compromise the efficiency of the most productive and disciplined cities. The DB (especially politicians) called these areas worldly neighborhoods, places where every degradation and impure act went unpunished, every prospect of improvement was a mirage, especially considering the funds destined for welfare which had gradually dwindled over time. This - the Government stated - was solely for their good: there they could find jobs suited to their abilities, avoiding the unpleasant circumstance of being assigned to more responsible tasks, too complexplaying a classic car racing game. Of course, for them the competition was at its peak. Both were aiming for victory, even if they often ended their matches in draws. Anyway, they used to get the highest scores among all the players in the base. That day, they also managed to make an usual trouble of theirs. Stullenbird was peeing in the toilet, when suddenly Aedostul bursted in with a giant fish --at least compared to the two kids. He had stolen it from the canteen freezer. <<Look, Stullenbird, I found someone who likes you!>> said Aedostul, as he manipulated the poor fish's lips. <<Where did you even get that thing?>> <<He wants to get with you! Look!>> and always moving the fish's mouth with his fingers, he "made" it say yes. Then Aedostul threw the fish to Stullenbird, who having good coordination, caught it on the one hand and with the risk of creating disasters for others people on the other. Belnes in particular was a place known for the homonymous parcel sorting center, the largest in the whole nation: there the freight ships docked and the goods distributed throughout the continent. It was a fundamental logistical infrastructure,fly. Then he threw it back at Aedostul, and that's when they started playing catch... with a cod. After a dozen shots, the fish slipped from Stullenbird's hands and plummeted straight into the toilet. <<What do we do now?>> he asked his brother. <<Take it easy>> said Aedostul calmly, <<It will go away,>> and he flushed. But the fish did not only for private individualsgo away. On the contrary, the water rose to the surface and the fish remained clogged in the pipe. At that point, the two of them ran out of the bathroom before anyone discovered what they had done. Over the course of the day, they were terrified that someone would discover the trouble they had made. Fortunately, however, everything went smoothly. As a consequence, they finally concluded that the fish had gone into the pipes. At nine o'clock in the evening, however things suddenly changed. They had just finished their dinner, and were waiting for the courier at home, but alsocake, when an instructor approached them with a heavy step and an angry look. <<YOU TWO!>> he yelled. <<Who's been? One of you has clogged the toilet bowl with a sea bass! Who?>> They pointed at each other. <<Him!>>. <<Him!>> they said with one voice. <<What did they do!?>> asked the woman <<I have just noticed that the toilet was clogged. I looked closer, and there was a fish tail under there! Crazy stuff!>> <<You need to compliment the cleaners and tell them that fish grew in the toilet,>> Stullenbird muttered. <<DOES THAT SOUND LIKE FUN TO YOU?>> the woman screamed. Luckily for industries that exchanged materials.them, it was their birthday, so that they were not punished for their stunt. The incident was glossed over, and the adults made an effort to see the comical side of the situation. Finally, the cake arrived, and the two blew out the candles together. It had 8 cargo piers for medium-sized ships and 2 larger ones, various cranes, a mini railway network for moving goods, obviously the customs and a series of werehouses (warehouse depots) indicated with the letters A,B,C and D According to last year's censuses, the traffic of goods averaged 110,000 tons a week and the economic importance estimated at 40 billion crowns a year. Of course, similar places never slept, so it was to be expected that even in the middle of the night, as at that moment, there was a diligent activity. He had to slaom to avoid the smell of moldy clothes, dabbing his nose and mouth with his new overalls: this one had a black base color, but some details were still blue. His rifle had been downgraded to an 11-millimeter pistol, but in return he had a backpack full of technological equipment that he would need when the time comes. He also fantasized about the origin of those vomiting effluvia. They were the most representative trace of such uncivilized individuals, with a head full of sexual devilry, drugs, satanic games and who knows what else. Of these 'citizens' (if that word can be used) only a small percentage were workers at the port or at the sorting centre, the remainder were marooned there and had not heard from the state since. These lived in complete poverty, so much so that they could not afford clean clothes or laundry. A slice of bread with cream cheese was considered a luxury meal, to the point that they were willing to stain themselves with any wickedness just to savor it. They got by by stuffing almost anything that tasted bearable into their stomachs, not even the classic rat kebabs were an option, because all over the world flora and fauna were dying. More than fashionable neighborhoods, Dylan would have called them garbage neighborhoods. At every corner or corner there was an overflowing amount of rubbish (just to give an example, at its ends there were two alleys whose end could not be seen because a high pile of black bags blocked the view) and on the ground there it was every kind of object imaginable. Newspapers and other sheets, cardboard boxes, food containers, vacuum-packed jars, shards of glass and mixed in between, as if they were the most normal thing in the world, heroin syringes. However, he didn't see any condoms. Not that he ever saw one, but on the one hand it gave him hope that even there he was progressing morally. But who was he kidding? The reason was most likely that life had become so painful and sad that they didn't even have the strength to do certain things. In a world where everything was designed to perfection and every moment calculated, who would ever find the time to reproduce? Even more so there, where the very act of surviving was an arduous effort. Dylan came out onto the main street, a wide cobbled avenue. The new lighting systems produced by the DB were composed of thin iron rods as thick as a bamboo cane, at the top of which there was an alchemical crystal that gave off an intense and concentrated light reminiscent of magnesium flashes. Something fell on Dylan's overalls, something light and soft. He looked at himself that she was already gone. Then he turned his gaze to the lamppost, which when looked at directly was particularly blinding. He was snowing. Blown by the wind, many tiny snowflakes appeared everywhere, which soon reached the buildings and the rest of the street. Dylan found himself shivering as a gust of ice entered his suit. And yet - he said to himself - September had just begun He followed the course of the road which was curving and heading towards an open space. The main square of Belnes, nicknamed 'Daijchean' in honor of the famous legislator, was once full of vivid colours, with children's slides, swings and carousels. Of all this, nothing remained. For completely unknown reasons the vegetation had died and nothing would grow back no matter what. The fountain in the center was no more than a cold stone monument, from which no more water had flown for years. Only the rotten wooden benches remained, but no one ever sat down because of the cold temperatures. That was the biggest mystery Dylan found himself facing from the very moment he found himself lost in the vicinity of Nordent: Had the world always been such a cold and inhospitable place? Did there ever exist, somewhere in the past, a time when plants grew luxuriantly and spontaneously? Was there ever a season when the sun's rays touched the ground, radiating the landscape with gold? Since he was raider and then reconnaissance he hadn't seen a single animal. He knew of the existence of cats and dogs, even rodents, small and large birds, both insectivores and birds of prey. But he had never seen any of them. Sure - he answered himself - these were things devoid of any purpose, even stupid he would dare to say, but for some bizarre reason he was adamant that such creatures were there, just hidden somewhere. But they weren't there. In their place were those withered branches that once made up a flowerbed, made of filthy and sharp wood, now dead. There was the hard and cold stone, full of cracks from the waterless fountain. Almost everywhere there was fog, half of it due to humidity, for the other to smog. The world, for some reason, was very different from what he expected. In the square there were a dozen lighting rods, in the middle of which, next to the fountain, there was a large sign. He indicated that the port and industrial districts were right in that direction. Dylan was on the right track. At the top of the sheds rose very high flames. They were produced by burning exhaust gases, while chimneys, chimneys and towers produced very high columns of smoke, which merged with the clouds. Already at eye level there was smoke so thick as to reduce the view to a few metres. Foundries cast molten iron into ingots while some other factories did the same thing with glass. The reddish color of the incandescent materials was clearly distinguishable in the fog, in which the signal flashes, the lighthouse of the port, of the vehicles could also be glimpsed, while the DB lighting rods produced a soft bluish beam distributed below. Nothing could be seen clearly because the fog, whether due to humidity or smoke, blurred the vision in that freezing theater of steel, fire and smog. In terms of sound, things were no better: You could hear at regular intervals banging steel, a dull bellow of electrical equipment, shards that shattered, the hiss of chains, the noise of machinery, cranes, jackhammers and all the industrial obscenities that it was possible to produce. Yet in all of it workers were alive and well, for example maneuvering beams with a crane or pushing a trolley loaded with ore. Others more handsome ran in the direction of a factory. All caught up in a frenetic nocturnal activity, aimed at giving maximum efficiency and productivity: losing your job, especially in contexts like that, was all too easy and for white-collar workers there was only the embarrassment of choice on replacements . This was more than enough to push himself to the human limit in order not to lose his job and with it his income.absolutely wonderful double birthday.

USER: Can you analyzedescribe what happens in the following text,story and why Aedostul want to kill his brother? <<Come on, you slowpoke!>> Liadra urged, as Stullenbird struggled to keep up, lagging far behind. They had made their way through the maze of corridors of the base. They needed to escape, never mind face the snowstorm. <<Liadra...>> he said <<What is it Nivor?>> <<I may be talking nonsense, but the elevators are very old>> The girl did not understand. Had Nivor not only become depressed, but completely dumb as well? <<Yeah, so?>> <<So I don't think they're interfaced with the alarm system>> <<Are you suggesting we take the elevator?>> Nivor nodded. The girl thought about it for a second. <<That's a good idea! That way we'll avoid a lot of trouble>> 81 Suddenly, the boys stopped, making a harsh noise with their shoes, and stepped back. They had noticed a figure behind them. <<I am afraid ye'll have to rethink your plans>> It was evidently one of the three people who were shooting, since he had a black rifle on his shoulder. He had taken off his black jacket, however. He was wearing a deep blue tracksuit with black shoulders --while the elbows and sleeve outlet were white. It appeared to be a fine, soft fabric. <<RUN AWAY, NIVOR!>> Liadra shouted. <<If I just notice ye are about to do something like that, I shall shoot you instantly,>> the figure hissed. <<What... what do you want from us?>> <<From you, ye filthy worms? Absolutely nothing>> He had a masculine, deep and calm voice, like a true orator. In another situation, Liadra would have probably asked him if he was part of the choir. Then the guy raised his arm and pointed his finger at Nivor. <<Thou worthless sack of shit! I wish thou couldest disappear right now!>> At that point, Nivor clenched his fists and took the floor. <<Tell me why do you always take it out on me? We used to love each other when we were kids!>> <<STOP! BOTH OF YOU!>> Liadra shouted. Then she turned to the guy in particular the personality of the two kids? On the background of a snow-covered valley, two childrenblue. <<May I know who you are? Why are you so mad at Nivor?>> 82 The guy chuckled, <<And who might I be, thou foul bitch?>> <<His brother,>> he said finally. <<How can you say such words towards your own brother! What do you have for a heart, a block of ice?>> <<SHUT UP! I AM SICK OF THEE, THOU STUPID LASS! I SHALL TAKE CARE OF HIM FIRST!>> <<How canst thou be my brother?>> said Aedostul <<How can a filthy scum like thou art have anything in common with the magnificence of what I am? THOU LUSTFUL PIG, THOU OBSCENE AND CROOKED CREATURE, THOU ART THE RANKEST COMPOUND OF VILLANOUS SMELL THAT EVER OFFENDED NOSTRIL. THOU MAKEST ME VOMIT! THOU ART NOTHING BUT A THORN IN MY SIDE!>> At that point, Liadra replied in Nivor's defense <<You have nothing superior to us!>> <<Thou thinkest so, lurid bitch?>> Suddenly, Aedostul grabbed his rifle. Liadra promptly stood in front of a mountain. YouNivor, fearing he was going to shoot him. But he did not. On the contrary, Aedostul slipped it off his back. <<It would be too little if I shot thee. Thou wouldst be off to the other world in no time...>> <<Oh, no... I want thee to suffer. I shall take care of you... I'll be as careful as a brother can be!>> Saying so, Aedostul dropped the rifle on the ground. Then he kicked it in a way that sent it directly to the couple opposite him. 83 Liadra took a few steps back, while Nivor continued to look down. <<Take it,>> Aedostul said. Nivor remained still <<I TOLD THEE TO TAKE IT, THOU ANIMAL!>> Nivor swallowed nervously. Then, all trembling, he picked up the rifle a short distance away from him. <<Good boy. Now shoot me.>> Both Liadra and Nivor opened up their eyes. <<What did you say?>> she blurted, <<I asked you to shoot me. Go ahead. Try to take me out>> <<Do it, Nivor>> Liadra said. <<Either we do it or he'll slaughter us>> she added <<Thou'rt smart, for a bitch>> his brother replied. Nivor had begun to tremble harder and harder. <<I don't shoot anyone>> he said <<Not even you>> Nivor's brother smiled with a satisfied expression. <<I should have been expecting that... thou'rt not capable of it. This is just one of the many differences between us. I had been hoping that in thy last moments thou wouldst behave decently, at least for once. What a pity>> At that point Aedostul put his hand into his right breast pocket, and pulled out an eight-inch blade knife. It was remarkably sharp, made of stainless steel and with a carbon fiber handle. 84 <<Your partner will be the first to go bad>> BANG To the amazement of both of them, Nivor had shot his brother. He was certain he had hit him, so much so that Aedostul had a backward leap. Both Liadra and Nivor expected him to collapse on the ground in a pool of blood. Unexpectedly, however, he got back upright. <<Well, better late than never,>> he said. <<How can you talk? I saw the bullet hit you>> Liadra exclaimed in all her amazement. <<Uhmm...>> Aedostul mumbled <<Dost thou want to try again?>> BANG, BANG, BANG! Nivor shot his brother three times more. Each shot hit him in the chest, puncturing his blue suit. The bullets, however, came out of him exactly as they had gone in --no blood or anything. <<That's too bad. Not very effective, is it?>> he said. <<THOU COULDST HAVE A CANNON OR EVEN AN ATOMIC BOMB! THE RESULT WOULD NOT CHANGE!>> <<That's not possible!>> Liadra shrieked in amazement. <<Humans cannot withstand a bullet of that caliber! That is absolutely impossible!>> At that point, Aedostul came closer to the two of them, with a slow, determined, and eerie walk. Then he raised his arm and simulated a gesture, as if he were throwing a small marble at them; but there was absolutely nothing in his hand. 85 Instead, something strange happened. A sort of bright blue lightning was generated from the palm of his hand, illuminating the air with its iridescent silhouette. Something made of pure energy, which zigged and zagged until it reached the two of them. Immediately, they collapsed to the ground. The electricity penetrated deep into their bodies, turning every cell into pain and almost making their hearts explode, speeding them up like crazy. <<IF THAT'S THE CASE THEY DON'T THROW LIGHTNING BOLTS FROM THEIR HANDS EITHER! BUT WHO EVER SAID I WAS A HUMAN?>> Nivor stared at his brother with eyes wide open. <<You... are a monster!>> <<Look who's talking!>> he replied with an icy cold chuckle. Then he continued << Thou'rt the one who is degrading himself! Thou doest that filthy thing thou callest sex... thou'rt the one giving up thine intellect and dignity to lower thyself to the level of a beast!>> Then Nivor began to clench his fists. Even his tone of voice changed, becoming extremely serious, and sounding almost like a whisper. <<I have no idea what you've done... but you've certainly defiled your body far more than I have>> <<Ha, ha, thou'rt really funny! Dost thou want to know what I have done? All right! I got rid of my old flesh and blood body, and created for myself a new alchemical one! A very complex procedure, obviously. Certainly standard Blue Party science could not have found a better place for skiing, an activity the two brats preferred. Moreover,come up with it. NO! This is superior DB technology!>> <<You mean you're just a projection!?>> Liadra asked 86 <<But that doesn't make any sense! Then how did you hold the rifle... how can you wear clothes?>> <<AHAHA I AM NOT SO STUPID TO TELL YOU>> "I am the first of a new bloodline, my dear. Soon there will be others like me! I already have in mind what to call them: apostles. Face it: I am the evolution of mankind. I am currently the most advanced form of life on this planet! Ye lice are nothing but filthy evolutionary regurgitations that I shall sweep away>> Thus said, repeating the gesture of throwing the marble, he shot another lightning bolt at them. This time, it was their birthday, so they were allowed to spend the whole day having fun. <<He who arrives last is a rotten fish!>> said the boymuch thicker in the blue coat, as he began his ski descent. <<When I get there, you'll be the rotten fish, Aedostul!>> replied the other, who was wearing a bright orange coat. <<Ooh, listen to you! Be careful not to melt the snow with that thing you're wearing, dear Stullenbird!>> The boy in blue was visibly ahead, but both were skiing with absolutely perfect fluidity and agility. They seemed to be in their natural habitat. They were skiing downhill zigzagging, curving, even looking for ledges, from which to make jumps. Once again, they seemed to have properly tamed their surroundings. <<I'm going to win anyway, Stullenbird!>> the child in blue said. <<Yes, but only because you left early, Aedostul! That doesn't count!>> There was someone with the two children: the person who was supervising them. She was a well-hooded woman, who looked horrified and terrified at the two's performance. <<Stop! Stop immediately! This is too dangerous! You're going to get hurt! Come on, get down boys!>> Both children blew a raspberry at the woman, who reacted with a grimace of profound indignation. They faced a rather difficult and tight curve, but managed to ride it with great agility. They shouted a noisy "WHOO-HOO!" The speed was increasing at a rapid pace, along with the steepness. The last obstacle was a sort of uphill "rock" covered in snow. The two of them, thanks to their speed, jumped over it anddiameter, and had a color similar to indigo. Liadra and Nivor were literally thrown throughinto the air, both ending up, at different times, on the ground. It was actually not a good landing, but they both had a lot of fun. Stullenbird's ski came off his foot, while Aedostul lost both his rackets. <<And it's one-nil to Aedostul!>> he said happily. PUAFF. Immediately, his face got covered in snow. <<Here's your prize! A snowball, you cheater!>> "This is a declaration of war, Stullenbird!>> At that point, they started throwing snowballs at each other, until their clothes were filled with white. <<There you are!>> the overseer coming said. <<You two, Nivor twins! You are in trouble!>> Without saying a word, thefalling to the ground about two brothers exchanged a knowing look, almost a bratty smile hinting at their intentions. PUAFF, PUAFF! The twins started bombarding their instructor with snowballs. She had no choice but to flee. Then, satisfied with their accomplishment, they laughed at the silly scene they had witnessed. At last, as to end on a high note, they laid down in the snow next to each other.meters away. They began to talk about the friendship they shared. They were happy. *** *** *** The structure that housed them was a small base at the foothills of the mountains, in a place where avalanches could not reach. There was a large space at the back, where they used to spend all their time playing and inventing new imaginative things with their friends. They often played soldiers, pretending to shoot with guns made of paper. Aedostul was better at this game, although Stullenbird always knew how to make himself unpredictable. <<Taking care of those two is pure hell,>> their instructor told another colleague. <<In no time at all, they take all my life energy.>> <<They're twin brothers,>> the colleague said. <<It's only natural that they'd be in competition with each other.>> <<I wonder if they'll grow up and get along so well. Those two together are dangerous.>> The woman, however, had already stopped paying attention to her colleague. <<Stullenbird, Aedostul, leave those plants alone! Woe betide you if I find even a speck of soil lying around!>> The twins took off running. <<It is really impossible to deal with those two boys. They always find a mess to make>> <<Yet I think they are destined to do great things one day. It's written in their future>> <<Yes, I know. They have immense potential. Too bad that right now they only use that potential to create confusion>> At meal times, the twins always used to seat side by side. No matter how hard the instructors tried to pull them apart, they were inseparable in every sense of the word. With them around, every meal almost always ended up turning into a food fight, where they used their spoons as slingshots to throw all sorts of foodlooked at each other. This timeBoth had a look full of terror and resignation. They read in each other's eyes that they knew they were about to die. Liadra looked at Nivor one last time. She tried to see every detail of his face, which was different, as their favorite dishes had been prepared for the occasion: mushroom fettuccine for Stullenbird and salmon penne for Aedostul. <<Arenow full of cuts, bruises and blood stains. Only at that very moment, he started to shed tears. She reached out her hand and began to caress his face. <<See Nivor, I'm not an alchemist like my aunt... but if what he says is true, there's nothing we already 9 years old?>> Stullenbird asked to his brother. <<No, we'll turn them at midnight,>> Aedostul replied. <<Why at midnight? It's notcan do against him>> <<He's just my brother, Liadra>> the boy said leaning towards her. <<Your brother no longer has a body... he's no more made of flesh and blood like we do. He does not belong to biology, but to alchemy. I don't know if humans can do anything against such a creature. We certainly can't do anything in the condition we're in>> Nivor sighed. 87 <<So this is really the way it ends. It doesn't matter. I can still feel depression inside>> The two reached out their arms, holding hands. Even though they were bornhurt and that contact conveyed a bitter pain, it was nice to feel something alive and warm. <<You're a good person, Nivor. I'm glad I made love to you>> Their tears blended on the floor. Then at once, they closed their eyes. Everything went dark. <<FORGET ABOUT ENDING IT LIKE THIS! YE HAVE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH YET!>> Aedostul was standing in front of them like a giant. Raising his hand and repeating the gesture, he shot a series of lightning bolts against them. The first one made them jerk, making their backs snap. All the others had the effect of producing an intense pain that time>> <<It's one of those thingsmade their senses an unmanageable and unbearable state. If hell existed --they thought-- it could not have been much different from what they were experiencing. Yet Liadra had the lucidity to wonder how anyone could be so mean, especially to their own brother. At that adults do>> <<I hope they don't sing us that nasty little song>> <<Really! That would be super-duper embarrassing!>> The twins began talking about many other things. *** *** *** Then they spent the rest of the afternoon playing video games. The formula was always the same:rate, they would sit on the floor in front of the console with the controllers in their hands and stare at the screen. As long as they were playing, the world could have fallen, they would not have noticed anything. Everything was put in the background.soon made it to the other world. In a moment of reprieve, the girl observed Nivor's brother. At that moment, they were playing a classic car racing game. Of course,he had two almost squinting eyes. His face looked strangely relaxed; his mouth was slightly open, emulating a sinister smile. Every vein in his body was bulging and protruding, making him resemble a gloomy, creepy freak. 88 <<I have to say that I'm really enjoying my time with you. Ye cannot imagine how good does it feel to eradicate ties to the past. Do ye understand how do I feel right now? The more ye suffer, the happier I am>> Then he approached his brother. He looked down on him with condescension and contempt. With all the strength he had, he began to kick him right in the middle of the stomach. One kick after the other in quick succession. <<THOU ART TRASH TO ME! A USELESS SACK OF SHIT! WHY DIDST THOU HAVE TO EXIST?>> he yelled at him. After all those kicks, Nivor began to emit blood from his mouth; with each blow he spat out a trickle. Finally, the two victims gave up all resistance and all attachment to life, silently and peacefully resigning themselves to their fate. <<THOU DOST NOT KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT!>> Aedostul said to him, as he continued to kick him. <<I SHALL NEVER FORGET THIS NIGHT. I AM SENDING THEE TO THE NEXT WORLD, THOU SCUM!>> On the one hand, Liadra knew she was about to witness something of inhuman cruelty. On the other, however, she wanted to witness Nivor's last moments. Suddenly, she noticed something in the background coming into play. Something that Nivor's brother had not calculated on... Mr. Wakendos, badly torn on the right side of his body, was surreptitiously reaching for them the competitionAedostul. When Aedostul realized he was there, it was too late. 89 Wakendos threw a 5 kg fire extinguisher at its peak. Both were aimingAedostul, thinking it would be enough to knock him out. However, the red metal object simply pierced Aedostul's body and slammed into the ground. <<Here cometh someone I had not expected to see again,>> Aedostul said, examining Wakendos. His shoulder was bandaged and he had swabbed part of his neck as best as he could. A boulder must have hit his legs, because he was walking with a bit of a limp. <<How didst thou survive, old man? Shouldn't Stein's bomb have blown thee up?>> <<It takes more than that to knock Eugene Wakendos out,>> he said <<Nuts. Ye human beings tend to overestimate yourselves>> Because I guess you've stopped being human, haven't you, Nivor Aedostul?>> <<My name soundeth a lot better when there's no one around to tarnish it. Anyway, your pathetic fire extinguisher speaketh for victory,itself>> <<What have you become, Aedostul? Don't you realize that you have altered the very nature of what makes you human?>> <<AND DOST THOU KNOW HOW MUCH DO I CARE ABOUT THAT?! I am immortal this way, I can withstand conditions thou canst not even imagine. Try throwing another fire extinguisher at me, go ahead! I am far better than thy pathetic biological bodies>> <<You're a fool, Aedostul. Don't you realize how unnatural this is?>> <<Thou art the fool, old man. No one should have bothered me while I was dealing with that louse Stullenbird. Because now I am going to kill thee!>> Aedostul charged Wakendos, once again pulling out his army knife. The scene that followed was heartbreaking. Aedostul began stabbing Wakendos, who was putting up a strenuous resistance. 90 In the background Liadra whispered to Nivor Stullenbird. <<Fl... flee>> she said <<Get out of here>> <<What good would that do?>> he whispered. <<I'm about to end up the way I deserve>> <<See Nivor... the boy I used to know, wouldn't give himself up to his fate like this, without a fight...>>, she paused to catch her breath. <<In my heart, you're a stupid little head who always does what he wants, even if they oftenit's devoid of any logic. If you stay here, not only will you die, but the idea I have of you will die as well...>> <<And I will never forgive you for that,>> she added. Stullenbird rested his arm on the puddle of tears and blood that was on the floor; then he levered himself up. <<Aren't you coming?>> Nivor asked. <<The bastard's lightning bolts have paralyzed me. I can't do it>> <<And how dare you ask me to leave you here!>> <<Don't let the idea we all have of you die>> Liadra said <<Because the idea we have of you is eternal. No matter what happens to us>> Nivor continued to stare at the girl. <<YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE DAMN ETHICS ALONE, OLD MAN! THE BLUE PARTY REACHED THE END OF ITS TETHER A LONG TIME AGO!>> Aedostul shouted. He kept stabbing Wakendos with his knife.After a while all that remained of Wakendos' chest was a shapeless, quartered heap of bloody flesh. From it, gushed a river of blood that stained everything, from Aedostul's suit to the floor, walls and even the ceiling. 91 This is how Eugene Wakendos ended their matches in draws. Anyway, they used to get the highest scores amongup. With his wits about him, Aedostul picked up where he left off. He regained his composure, though he was practically stained with blood all the players in the base. That day, they also managed to make an usual trouble of theirs. Stullenbird was peeing in the toilet, when suddenly Aedostul bursted in with a giant fish --at least compared to the two kids.over. He had stolen it from the canteen freezer. <<Look, Stullenbird, I found someone who likes you!>> said Aedostul, as he manipulated the poor fish's lips. <<Where did you even get that thing?>> <<He wants to get with you! Look!>> and always moving the fish's mouth with his fingers, he "made" it say yes. Then Aedostul threw the fish to Stullenbird, who having good coordination, caught it on the fly. Then he threw itlooked back at Aedostul, and that's when they started playing catch... with a cod. After a dozen shots, the fish slipped from Stullenbird's hands and plummeted straight into the toilet. <<What do we do now?>> he asked his brother. <<Take it easy>> said Aedostul calmly, <<It will go away,>> and he flushed. But the fish did not go away. On the contrary, the water rose to the surface and the fish remained clogged in the pipe.Liadra. <<So, where were we? Oh, yes...>> He froze suddenly at the sight of the floor. There was Liadra; at her side a pile of blood, then a huge clean space. With all the speed he had, he rushed to her. <<WHERE IS HE!? WHERE HATH HE GONE!?>> Liadra sketched a shy smile <<Who are you talking about?>> <<THOU SHALT NOT DARE TEASE ME! WHERE IS STULLENBIRD?>> <<Where he has always been>> she whispered <<In my heart.>> At that point, thepoint Aedostul got really nervous and emitted a sort of sound, similar to a vowel, which became more and more audible, until it turned into a scream. With all the strength he had, he plunged the entire blade of the dagger into Liadra's chest. Then he pushed it down, opening it in two of them ran out of the bathroom before anyone discovered what theyand exposing every one of her internal organs to the sunlight. Nivor Aedostul had done. Over the course of the day, they were terrified that someone would discover the trouble they had made. Fortunately, however, everything went smoothly. As a consequence, they finally concluded that the fish had gone into the pipes. At nine o'clock in the evening, however things suddenly changed. They had just finished their dinner, and were waiting for the cake, when an instructor approached them with a heavy step and an angry look. <<YOU TWO!>> he yelled. <<Who's been? One of you has clogged the toilet bowl with a sea bass! Who?>> They pointed at each other. <<Him!>>. <<Him!>> they said with one voice. <<What did they do!?>> asked the woman <<I have just noticed that the toilet was clogged. I looked closer, and there was a fish tail under there! Crazy stuff!>> <<You need to compliment the cleaners and tell them that fish grew in the toilet,>> Stullenbird muttered. <<DOES THAT SOUND LIKE FUN TO YOU?>> the woman screamed. Luckily for them, it was their birthday, so that they were not punished for their stunt. The incident was glossed over, and the adults made an effort to see the comical side of the situation. Finally, the cake arrived, and the two blew out the candles together. It had been an absolutely wonderful double birthday.killed Liadra

USER: Can you describe what happens in the following story and why Aedostul want to kill his brother? <<Come on, you slowpoke!>> Liadra urged, as Stullenbird struggled to keep up, lagging far behind. They had made their way through the maze of corridors of the base. They needed to escape, never mind face the snowstorm. <<Liadra...>> he said <<What is it Nivor?>> <<I may be talking nonsense, but the elevators are very old>> The girl did not understand. Had Nivor not only become depressed, but completely dumb as well? <<Yeah, so?>> <<So I don't think they're interfaced with the alarm system>> <<Are you suggesting we take the elevator?>> Nivor nodded. The girl thought about it for a second. <<That's a good idea! That way we'll avoid a lot of trouble>> 81 Suddenly, the boys stopped, making a harsh noise with their shoes, and stepped back. They had noticed a figure behind them. <<I am afraid ye'll have to rethink your plans>> It was evidently one of the three people who were shooting, since he had a black rifle on his shoulder. He had taken off his black jacket, however. He was wearing a deep blue tracksuit with black shoulders --while the elbows and sleeve outlet were white. It appeared to be a fine, soft fabric. <<RUN AWAY, NIVOR!>> Liadra shouted. <<If I just notice ye are about to do something like that, I shall shoot you instantly,>> the figure hissed. <<What... what do you want from us?>> <<From you, ye filthy worms? Absolutely nothing>> He had a masculine, deep and calm voice, like a true orator. In another situation, Liadra would have probably asked him if he was part of the choir. Then the guy raised his arm and pointed his finger at Nivor. <<Thou worthless sack of shit! I wish thou couldest disappear right now!>> At that point, Nivor clenched his fists and took the floor. <<Tell me why do you always take it out on me? We used to love each other when we were kids!>> <<STOP! BOTH OF YOU!>> Liadra shouted. Then she turned to the guy in blue. <<May I know who you are? Why are you so mad at Nivor?>> 82 The guy chuckled, <<And who might I be, thou foul bitch?>> <<His brother,>> he said finally. <<How can you say such words towards your own brother! What do you have for a heart, a block of ice?>> <<SHUT UP! I AM SICK OF THEE, THOU STUPID LASS! I SHALL TAKE CARE OF HIM FIRST!>> <<How canst thou be my brother?>> said Aedostul <<How can a filthy scum like thou art have anything in common with the magnificence of what I am? THOU LUSTFUL PIG, THOU OBSCENE AND CROOKED CREATURE, THOU ART THE RANKEST COMPOUND OF VILLANOUS SMELL THAT EVER OFFENDED NOSTRIL. THOU MAKEST ME VOMIT! THOU ART NOTHING BUT A THORN IN MY SIDE!>> At that point, Liadra replied in Nivor's defense <<You have nothing superior to us!>> <<Thou thinkest so, lurid bitch?>> Suddenly, Aedostul grabbed his rifle. Liadra promptly stood in front of Nivor, fearing he was going to shoot him. But he did not. On the contrary, Aedostul slipped it off his back. <<It would be too little if I shot thee. Thou wouldst be off to the other world in no time...>> <<Oh, no... I want thee to suffer. I shall take care of you... I'll be as careful as a brother can be!>> Saying so, Aedostul dropped the rifle on the ground. Then he kicked it in a way that sent it directly to the couple opposite him. 83 Liadra took a few steps back, while Nivor continued to look down. <<Take it,>> Aedostul said. Nivor remained still <<I TOLD THEE TO TAKE IT, THOU ANIMAL!>> Nivor swallowed nervously. Then, all trembling, he picked up the rifle a short distance away from him. <<Good boy. Now shoot me.>> Both Liadra and Nivor opened up their eyes. <<What did you say?>> she blurted, <<I asked you to shoot me. Go ahead. Try to take me out>> <<Do it, Nivor>> Liadra said. <<Either we do it or he'll slaughter us>> she added <<Thou'rt smart, for a bitch>> his brother replied. Nivor had begun to tremble harder and harder. <<I don't shoot anyone>> he said <<Not even you>> Nivor's brother smiled with a satisfied expression. <<I should have been expecting that... thou'rt not capable of it. This is just one of the many differences between us. I had been hoping that in thy last moments thou wouldst behave decently, at least for once. What a pity>> At that point Aedostul put his hand into his right breast pocket, and pulled out an eight-inch blade knife. It was remarkably sharp, made of stainless steel and with a carbon fiber handle. 84 <<Your partner will be the first to go bad>> BANG To the amazement of both of them, Nivor had shot his brother. He was certain he had hit him, so much so that Aedostul had a backward leap. Both Liadra and Nivor expected him to collapse on the ground in a pool of blood. Unexpectedly, however, he got back upright. <<Well, better late than never,>> he said. <<How can you talk? I saw the bullet hit you>> Liadra exclaimed in all her amazement. <<Uhmm...>> Aedostul mumbled <<Dost thou want to try again?>> BANG, BANG, BANG! Nivor shot his brother three times more. Each shot hit him in the chest, puncturing his blue suit. The bullets, however, came out of him exactly as they had gone in --no blood or anything. <<That's too bad. Not very effective, is it?>> he said. <<THOU COULDST HAVE A CANNON OR EVEN AN ATOMIC BOMB! THE RESULT WOULD NOT CHANGE!>> <<That's not possible!>> Liadra shrieked in amazement. <<Humans cannot withstand a bullet of that caliber! That is absolutely impossible!>> At that point, Aedostul came closer to the two of them, with a slow, determined, and eerie walk. Then he raised his arm and simulated a gesture, as if he were throwing a small marble at them; but there was absolutely nothing in his hand. 85 Instead, something strange happened. A sort of bright blue lightning was generated from the palm of his hand, illuminating the air with its iridescent silhouette. Something made of pure energy, which zigged and zagged until it reached the two of them. Immediately, they collapsed to the ground. The electricity penetrated deep into their bodies, turning every cell into pain and almost making their hearts explode, speeding them up like crazy. <<IF THAT'S THE CASE THEY DON'T THROW LIGHTNING BOLTS FROM THEIR HANDS EITHER! BUT WHO EVER SAID I WAS A HUMAN?>> Nivor stared at his brother with eyes wide open. <<You... are a monster!>> <<Look who's talking!>> he replied with an icy cold chuckle. Then he continued << Thou'rt the one who is degrading himself! Thou doest that filthy thing thou callest sex... thou'rt the one giving up thine intellect and dignity to lower thyself to the level of a beast!>> Then Nivor began to clench his fists. Even his tone of voice changed, becoming extremely serious, and sounding almost like a whisper. <<I have no idea what you've done... but you've certainly defiled your body far more than I have>> <<Ha, ha, thou'rt really funny! Dost thou want to know what I have done? All right! I got rid of my old flesh and blood body, and created for myself a new alchemical one! A very complex procedure, obviously. Certainly standard Blue Party science could not have come up with it. NO! This is superior DB technology!>> <<You mean you're just a projection!?>> Liadra asked 86 <<But that doesn't make any sense! Then how did you hold the rifle... how can you wear clothes?>> <<AHAHA I AM NOT SO STUPID TO TELL YOU>> "I am the first of a new bloodline, my dear. Soon there will be others like me! I already have in mind what to call them: apostles. Face it: I am the evolution of mankind. I am currently the most advanced form of life on this planet! Ye lice are nothing but filthy evolutionary regurgitations that I shall sweep away>> Thus said, repeating the gesture of throwing the marble, he shot another lightning bolt at them. This time, it was much thicker in diameter, and had a color similar to indigo. Liadra and Nivor were literally thrown into the air, falling to the ground about two meters away. They looked at each other. Both had a look full of terror and resignation. They read in each other's eyes that they knew they were about to die. Liadra looked at Nivor one last time. She tried to see every detail of his face, which was now full of cuts, bruises and blood stains. Only at that very moment, he started to shed tears. She reached out her hand and began to caress his face. <<See Nivor, I'm not an alchemist like my aunt... but if what he says is true, there's nothing we can do against him>> <<He's just my brother, Liadra>> the boy said leaning towards her. <<Your brother no longer has a body... he's no more made of flesh and blood like we do. He does not belong to biology, but to alchemy. I don't know if humans can do anything against such a creature. We certainly can't do anything in the condition we're in>> Nivor sighed. 87 <<So this is really the way it ends. It doesn't matter. I can still feel depression inside>> The two reached out their arms, holding hands. Even though they were hurt and that contact conveyed a bitter pain, it was nice to feel something alive and warm. <<You're a good person, Nivor. I'm glad I made love to you>> Their tears blended on the floor. Then at once, they closed their eyes. Everything went dark. <<FORGET ABOUT ENDING IT LIKE THIS! YE HAVE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH YET!>> Aedostul was standing in front of them like a giant. Raising his hand and repeating the gesture, he shot a series of lightning bolts against them. The first one made them jerk, making their backs snap. All the others had the effect of producing an intense pain that made their senses an unmanageable and unbearable state. If hell existed --they thought-- it could not have been much different from what they were experiencing. Yet Liadra had the lucidity to wonder how anyone could be so mean, especially to their own brother. At that rate, they would have soon made it to the other world. In a moment of reprieve, the girl observed Nivor's brother. At that moment, he had two almost squinting eyes. His face looked strangely relaxed; his mouth was slightly open, emulating a sinister smile. Every vein in his body was bulging and protruding, making him resemble a gloomy, creepy freak. 88 <<I have to say that I'm really enjoying my time with you. Ye cannot imagine how good does it feel to eradicate ties to the past. Do ye understand how do I feel right now? The more ye suffer, the happier I am>> Then he approached his brother. He looked down on him with condescension and contempt. With all the strength he had, he began to kick him right in the middle of the stomach. One kick after the other in quick succession. <<THOU ART TRASH TO ME! A USELESS SACK OF SHIT! WHY DIDST THOU HAVE TO EXIST?>> he yelled at him. After all those kicks, Nivor began to emit blood from his mouth; with each blow he spat out a trickle. Finally, the two victims gave up all resistance and all attachment to life, silently and peacefully resigning themselves to their fate. <<THOU DOST NOT KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT!>> Aedostul said to him, as he continued to kick him. <<I SHALL NEVER FORGET THIS NIGHT. I AM SENDING THEE TO THE NEXT WORLD, THOU SCUM!>> On the one hand, Liadra knew she was about to witness something of inhuman cruelty. On the other, however, she wanted to witness Nivor's last moments. Suddenly, she noticed something in the background coming into play. Something that Nivor's brother had not calculated on... Mr. Wakendos, badly torn on the right side of his body, was surreptitiously reaching for Aedostul. When Aedostul realized he was there, it was too late. 89 Wakendos threw a 5 kg fire extinguisher at Aedostul, thinking it would be enough to knock him out. However, the red metal object simply pierced Aedostul's body and slammed into the ground. <<Here cometh someone I had not expected to see again,>> Aedostul said, examining Wakendos. His shoulder was bandaged and he had swabbed part of his neck as best as he could. A boulder must have hit his legs, because he was walking with a bit of a limp. <<How didst thou survive, old man? Shouldn't Stein's bomb have blown thee up?>> <<It takes more than that to knock Eugene Wakendos out,>> he said <<Nuts. Ye human beings tend to overestimate yourselves>> Because I guess you've stopped being human, haven't you, Nivor Aedostul?>> <<My name soundeth a lot better when there's no one around to tarnish it. Anyway, your pathetic fire extinguisher speaketh for itself>> <<What have you become, Aedostul? Don't you realize that you have altered the very nature of what makes you human?>> <<AND DOST THOU KNOW HOW MUCH DO I CARE ABOUT THAT?! I am immortal this way, I can withstand conditions thou canst not even imagine. Try throwing another fire extinguisher at me, go ahead! I am far better than thy pathetic biological bodies>> <<You're a fool, Aedostul. Don't you realize how unnatural this is?>> <<Thou art the fool, old man. No one should have bothered me while I was dealing with that louse Stullenbird. Because now I am going to kill thee!>> Aedostul charged Wakendos, once again pulling out his army knife. The scene that followed was heartbreaking. Aedostul began stabbing Wakendos, who was putting up a strenuous resistance. 90 In the background Liadra whispered to Nivor Stullenbird. <<Fl... flee>> she said <<Get out of here>> <<What good would that do?>> he whispered. <<I'm about to end up the way I deserve>> <<See Nivor... the boy I used to know, wouldn't give himself up to his fate like this, without a fight...>>, she paused to catch her breath. <<In my heart, you're a stupid little head who always does what he wants, even if it's devoid of any logic. If you stay here, not only will you die, but the idea I have of you will die as well...>> <<And I will never forgive you for that,>> she added. Stullenbird rested his arm on the puddle of tears and blood that was on the floor; then he levered himself up. <<Aren't you coming?>> Nivor asked. <<The bastard's lightning bolts have paralyzed me. I can't do it>> <<And how dare you ask me to leave you here!>> <<Don't let the idea we all have of you die>> Liadra said <<Because the idea we have of you is eternal. No matter what happens to us>> Nivor continued to stare at the girl. <<YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE DAMN ETHICS ALONE, OLD MAN! THE BLUE PARTY REACHED THE END OF ITS TETHER A LONG TIME AGO!>> Aedostul shouted. He kept stabbing Wakendos with his knife.After a while all that remained of Wakendos' chest was a shapeless, quartered heap of bloody flesh. From it, gushed a river of blood that stained everything, from Aedostul's suit to the floor, walls and even the ceiling. 91 This is how Eugene Wakendos ended up. With his wits about him, Aedostul picked up where he left off. He regained his composure, though he was practically stained with blood all over. He looked back at Liadra. <<So, where were we? Oh, yes...>> He froze suddenly at the sight of the floor. There was Liadra; at her side a pile of blood, then a huge clean space. With all the speed he had, he rushed to her. <<WHERE IS HE!? WHERE HATH HE GONE!?>> Liadra sketched a shy smile <<Who are you talking about?>> <<THOU SHALT NOT DARE TEASE ME! WHERE IS STULLENBIRD?>> <<Where he has always been>> she whispered <<In my heart.>> At that point Aedostul got really nervous and emitted a sort of sound, similar to a vowel, which became more and more audible, until it turned into a scream. With all the strength he had, he plunged the entire blade of the dagger into Liadra's chest. Then he pushed it down, opening it in two and exposing every one of her internal organs to the sunlight. Nivor Aedostul had killed Liadra

USER: Can you describe what happens in the following story and why Aedostul want to kill his brother? <<Come on, you slowpoke!>> Liadra urged, as Stullenbird struggled to keep up, lagging far behind. They had made their way through the maze of corridors of the base. They needed to escape, never mind face the snowstorm. <<Liadra...>> he said <<What is it Nivor?>> <<I may be talking nonsense, but the elevators are very old>> The girl did not understand. Had Nivor not only become depressed, but completely dumb as well? <<Yeah, so?>> <<So I don't think they're interfaced with the alarm system>> <<Are you suggesting we take the elevator?>> Nivor nodded. The girl thought about it for a second. <<That's a good idea! That way we'll avoid a lot of trouble>> Suddenly, the boys stopped, making a harsh noise with their shoes, and stepped back. They had noticed a figure behind them. <<I am afraid ye'll have to rethink your plans>> It was evidently one of the three people who were shooting, since he had a black rifle on his shoulder. He had taken off his black jacket, however. He was wearing a deep blue tracksuit with black shoulders --while the elbows and sleeve outlet were white. It appeared to be a fine, soft fabric. <<RUN AWAY, NIVOR!>> Liadra shouted. <<If I just notice ye are about to do something like that, I shall shoot you instantly,>> the figure hissed. <<What... what do you want from us?>> <<From you, ye filthy worms? Absolutely nothing>> He had a masculine, deep and calm voice, like a true orator. In another situation, Liadra would have probably asked him if he was part of the choir. Then the guy raised his arm and pointed his finger at Nivor. <<Thou worthless sack of shit! I wish thou couldest disappear right now!>> At that point, Nivor clenched his fists and took the floor. <<Tell me why do you always take it out on me? We used to love each other when we were kids!>> <<STOP! BOTH OF YOU!>> Liadra shouted. Then she turned to the guy in blue. <<May I know who you are? Why are you so mad at Nivor?>> The guy chuckled, <<And who might I be, thou foul bitch?>> <<His brother,>> he said finally. <<How can you say such words towards your own brother! What do you have for a heart, a block of ice?>> <<SHUT UP! I AM SICK OF THEE, THOU STUPID LASS! I SHALL TAKE CARE OF HIM FIRST!>> <<How canst thou be my brother?>> said Aedostul <<How can a filthy scum like thou art have anything in common with the magnificence of what I am? THOU LUSTFUL PIG, THOU OBSCENE AND CROOKED CREATURE, THOU ART THE RANKEST COMPOUND OF VILLANOUS SMELL THAT EVER OFFENDED NOSTRIL. THOU MAKEST ME VOMIT! THOU ART NOTHING BUT A THORN IN MY SIDE!>> At that point, Liadra replied in Nivor's defense <<You have nothing superior to us!>> <<Thou thinkest so, lurid bitch?>> Suddenly, Aedostul grabbed his rifle. Liadra promptly stood in front of Nivor, fearing he was going to shoot him. But he did not. On the contrary, Aedostul slipped it off his back. <<It would be too little if I shot thee. Thou wouldst be off to the other world in no time...>> <<Oh, no... I want thee to suffer. I shall take care of you... I'll be as careful as a brother can be!>> Saying so, Aedostul dropped the rifle on the ground. Then he kicked it in a way that sent it directly to the couple opposite him. 83 Liadra took a few steps back, while Nivor continued to look down. <<Take it,>> Aedostul said. Nivor remained still <<I TOLD THEE TO TAKE IT, THOU ANIMAL!>> Nivor swallowed nervously. Then, all trembling, he picked up the rifle a short distance away from him. <<Good boy. Now shoot me.>> Both Liadra and Nivor opened up their eyes. <<What did you say?>> she blurted, <<I asked you to shoot me. Go ahead. Try to take me out>> <<Do it, Nivor>> Liadra said. <<Either we do it or he'll slaughter us>> she added <<Thou'rt smart, for a bitch>> his brother replied. Nivor had begun to tremble harder and harder. <<I don't shoot anyone>> he said <<Not even you>> Nivor's brother smiled with a satisfied expression. <<I should have been expecting that... thou'rt not capable of it. This is just one of the many differences between us. I had been hoping that in thy last moments thou wouldst behave decently, at least for once. What a pity>> At that point Aedostul put his hand into his right breast pocket, and pulled out an eight-inch blade knife. It was remarkably sharp, made of stainless steel and with a carbon fiber handle. <<Your partner will be the first to go bad>> BANG To the amazement of both of them, Nivor had shot his brother. He was certain he had hit him, so much so that Aedostul had a backward leap. Both Liadra and Nivor expected him to collapse on the ground in a pool of blood. Unexpectedly, however, he got back upright. <<Well, better late than never,>> he said. <<How can you talk? I saw the bullet hit you>> Liadra exclaimed in all her amazement. <<Uhmm...>> Aedostul mumbled <<Dost thou want to try again?>> BANG, BANG, BANG! Nivor shot his brother three times more. Each shot hit him in the chest, puncturing his blue suit. The bullets, however, came out of him exactly as they had gone in --no blood or anything. <<That's too bad. Not very effective, is it?>> he said. <<THOU COULDST HAVE A CANNON OR EVEN AN ATOMIC BOMB! THE RESULT WOULD NOT CHANGE!>> <<That's not possible!>> Liadra shrieked in amazement. <<Humans cannot withstand a bullet of that caliber! That is absolutely impossible!>> At that point, Aedostul came closer to the two of them, with a slow, determined, and eerie walk. Then he raised his arm and simulated a gesture, as if he were throwing a small marble at them; but there was absolutely nothing in his hand. Instead, something strange happened. A sort of bright blue lightning was generated from the palm of his hand, illuminating the air with its iridescent silhouette. Something made of pure energy, which zigged and zagged until it reached the two of them. Immediately, they collapsed to the ground. The electricity penetrated deep into their bodies, turning every cell into pain and almost making their hearts explode, speeding them up like crazy. <<IF THAT'S THE CASE THEY DON'T THROW LIGHTNING BOLTS FROM THEIR HANDS EITHER! BUT WHO EVER SAID I WAS A HUMAN?>> Nivor stared at his brother with eyes wide open. <<You... are a monster!>> <<Look who's talking!>> he replied with an icy cold chuckle. Then he continued << Thou'rt the one who is degrading himself! Thou doest that filthy thing thou callest sex... thou'rt the one giving up thine intellect and dignity to lower thyself to the level of a beast!>> Then Nivor began to clench his fists. Even his tone of voice changed, becoming extremely serious, and sounding almost like a whisper. <<I have no idea what you've done... but you've certainly defiled your body far more than I have>> <<Ha, ha, thou'rt really funny! Dost thou want to know what I have done? All right! I got rid of my old flesh and blood body, and created for myself a new alchemical one! A very complex procedure, obviously. Certainly standard Blue Party science could not have come up with it. NO! This is superior DB technology!>> <<You mean you're just a projection!?>> Liadra asked <<But that doesn't make any sense! Then how did you hold the rifle... how can you wear clothes?>> <<AHAHA I AM NOT SO STUPID TO TELL YOU>> "I am the first of a new bloodline, my dear. Soon there will be others like me! I already have in mind what to call them: apostles. Face it: I am the evolution of mankind. I am currently the most advanced form of life on this planet! Ye lice are nothing but filthy evolutionary regurgitations that I shall sweep away>> Thus said, repeating the gesture of throwing the marble, he shot another lightning bolt at them. This time, it was much thicker in diameter, and had a color similar to indigo. Liadra and Nivor were literally thrown into the air, falling to the ground about two meters away. They looked at each other. Both had a look full of terror and resignation. They read in each other's eyes that they knew they were about to die. Liadra looked at Nivor one last time. She tried to see every detail of his face, which was now full of cuts, bruises and blood stains. Only at that very moment, he started to shed tears. She reached out her hand and began to caress his face. <<See Nivor, I'm not an alchemist like my aunt... but if what he says is true, there's nothing we can do against him>> <<He's just my brother, Liadra>> the boy said leaning towards her. <<Your brother no longer has a body... he's no more made of flesh and blood like we do. He does not belong to biology, but to alchemy. I don't know if humans can do anything against such a creature. We certainly can't do anything in the condition we're in>> Nivor sighed. 87 <<So this is really the way it ends. It doesn't matter. I can still feel depression inside>> The two reached out their arms, holding hands. Even though they were hurt and that contact conveyed a bitter pain, it was nice to feel something alive and warm. <<You're a good person, Nivor. I'm glad I made love to you>> Their tears blended on the floor. Then at once, they closed their eyes. Everything went dark. <<FORGET ABOUT ENDING IT LIKE THIS! YE HAVE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH YET!>> Aedostul was standing in front of them like a giant. Raising his hand and repeating the gesture, he shot a series of lightning bolts against them. The first one made them jerk, making their backs snap. All the others had the effect of producing an intense pain that made their senses an unmanageable and unbearable state. If hell existed --they thought-- it could not have been much different from what they were experiencing. Yet Liadra had the lucidity to wonder how anyone could be so mean, especially to their own brother. At that rate, they would have soon made it to the other world. In a moment of reprieve, the girl observed Nivor's brother. At that moment, he had two almost squinting eyes. His face looked strangely relaxed; his mouth was slightly open, emulating a sinister smile. Every vein in his body was bulging and protruding, making him resemble a gloomy, creepy freak. <<I have to say that I'm really enjoying my time with you. Ye cannot imagine how good does it feel to eradicate ties to the past. Do ye understand how do I feel right now? The more ye suffer, the happier I am>> Then he approached his brother. He looked down on him with condescension and contempt. With all the strength he had, he began to kick him right in the middle of the stomach. One kick after the other in quick succession. <<THOU ART TRASH TO ME! A USELESS SACK OF SHIT! WHY DIDST THOU HAVE TO EXIST?>> he yelled at him. After all those kicks, Nivor began to emit blood from his mouth; with each blow he spat out a trickle. Finally, the two victims gave up all resistance and all attachment to life, silently and peacefully resigning themselves to their fate. <<THOU DOST NOT KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT!>> Aedostul said to him, as he continued to kick him. <<I SHALL NEVER FORGET THIS NIGHT. I AM SENDING THEE TO THE NEXT WORLD, THOU SCUM!>> On the one hand, Liadra knew she was about to witness something of inhuman cruelty. On the other, however, she wanted to witness Nivor's last moments. Suddenly, she noticed something in the background coming into play. Something that Nivor's brother had not calculated on... Mr. Wakendos, badly torn on the right side of his body, was surreptitiously reaching for Aedostul. When Aedostul realized he was there, it was too late. Wakendos threw a 5 kg fire extinguisher at Aedostul, thinking it would be enough to knock him out. However, the red metal object simply pierced Aedostul's body and slammed into the ground. <<Here cometh someone I had not expected to see again,>> Aedostul said, examining Wakendos. His shoulder was bandaged and he had swabbed part of his neck as best as he could. A boulder must have hit his legs, because he was walking with a bit of a limp. <<How didst thou survive, old man? Shouldn't Stein's bomb have blown thee up?>> <<It takes more than that to knock Eugene Wakendos out,>> he said <<Nuts. Ye human beings tend to overestimate yourselves>> Because I guess you've stopped being human, haven't you, Nivor Aedostul?>> <<My name soundeth a lot better when there's no one around to tarnish it. Anyway, your pathetic fire extinguisher speaketh for itself>> <<What have you become, Aedostul? Don't you realize that you have altered the very nature of what makes you human?>> <<AND DOST THOU KNOW HOW MUCH DO I CARE ABOUT THAT?! I am immortal this way, I can withstand conditions thou canst not even imagine. Try throwing another fire extinguisher at me, go ahead! I am far better than thy pathetic biological bodies>> <<You're a fool, Aedostul. Don't you realize how unnatural this is?>> <<Thou art the fool, old man. No one should have bothered me while I was dealing with that louse Stullenbird. Because now I am going to kill thee!>> Aedostul charged Wakendos, once again pulling out his army knife. The scene that followed was heartbreaking. Aedostul began stabbing Wakendos, who was putting up a strenuous resistance. 90 In the background Liadra whispered to Nivor Stullenbird. <<Fl... flee>> she said <<Get out of here>> <<What good would that do?>> he whispered. <<I'm about to end up the way I deserve>> <<See Nivor... the boy I used to know, wouldn't give himself up to his fate like this, without a fight...>>, she paused to catch her breath. <<In my heart, you're a stupid little head who always does what he wants, even if it's devoid of any logic. If you stay here, not only will you die, but the idea I have of you will die as well...>> <<And I will never forgive you for that,>> she added. Stullenbird rested his arm on the puddle of tears and blood that was on the floor; then he levered himself up. <<Aren't you coming?>> Nivor asked. <<The bastard's lightning bolts have paralyzed me. I can't do it>> <<And how dare you ask me to leave you here!>> <<Don't let the idea we all have of you die>> Liadra said <<Because the idea we have of you is eternal. No matter what happens to us>> Nivor continued to stare at the girl. <<YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE DAMN ETHICS ALONE, OLD MAN! THE BLUE PARTY REACHED THE END OF ITS TETHER A LONG TIME AGO!>> Aedostul shouted. He kept stabbing Wakendos with his knife.After a while all that remained of Wakendos' chest was a shapeless, quartered heap of bloody flesh. From it, gushed a river of blood that stained everything, from Aedostul's suit to the floor, walls and even the ceiling. This is how Eugene Wakendos ended up. With his wits about him, Aedostul picked up where he left off. He regained his composure, though he was practically stained with blood all over. He looked back at Liadra. <<So, where were we? Oh, yes...>> He froze suddenly at the sight of the floor. There was Liadra; at her side a pile of blood, then a huge clean space. With all the speed he had, he rushed to her. <<WHERE IS HE!? WHERE HATH HE GONE!?>> Liadra sketched a shy smile <<Who are you talking about?>> <<THOU SHALT NOT DARE TEASE ME! WHERE IS STULLENBIRD?>> <<Where he has always been>> she whispered <<In my heart.>> At that point Aedostul got really nervous and emitted a sort of sound, similar to a vowel, which became more and more audible, until it turned into a scream. With all the strength he had, he plunged the entire blade of the dagger into Liadra's chest. Then he pushed it down, opening it in two and exposing every one of her internal organs to the sunlight. Nivor Aedostul had killed Liadra

USER: Can you describe what happens inanalyze the following story and tell why Aedostul want to kill his brother? <<Come on, you slowpoke!>> Liadra urged, as Stullenbird struggled to keep up, lagging far behind. They had made their way through the maze of corridors of the base. They needed to escape, never mind face the snowstorm. <<Liadra...>> he said <<What is it Nivor?>> <<I may be talking nonsense, but the elevators are very old>> The girl did not understand. Had Nivor not only become depressed, but completely dumb as well? <<Yeah, so?>> <<So I don't think they're interfaced with the alarm system>> <<Are you suggesting we take the elevator?>> Nivor nodded. The girl thought about it for a second. <<That's a good idea! That way we'll avoid a lot of trouble>> Suddenly, the boys stopped, making a harsh noise with their shoes, and stepped back. They had noticed a figure behind them. <<I am afraid ye'll have to rethink your plans>> It was evidently one of the three people who were shooting, since he had a black rifle on his shoulder. He had taken off his black jacket, however. He was wearing a deep blue tracksuit with black shoulders --while the elbows and sleeve outlet were white. It appeared to be a fine, soft fabric. <<RUN AWAY, NIVOR!>> Liadra shouted. <<If I just notice ye are about to do something like that, I shall shoot you instantly,>> the figure hissed. <<What... what do you want from us?>> <<From you, ye filthy worms? Absolutely nothing>> He had a masculine, deep and calm voice, like a true orator. In another situation, Liadra would have probably asked him if he was part of the choir. Then the guy raised his arm and pointed his finger at Nivor. <<Thou worthless sack of shit! I wish thou couldest disappear right now!>> At that point, Nivor clenched his fists and took the floor. <<Tell me why do you always take it out on me? We used to love each other when we were kids!>> <<STOP! BOTH OF YOU!>> Liadra shouted. Then she turned to the guy in blue. <<May I know who you are? Why are you so mad at Nivor?>> The guy chuckled, <<And who might I be, thou foul bitch?>> <<His brother,>> he said finally. <<How can you say such words towards your own brother! What do you have for a heart, a block of ice?>> <<SHUT UP! I AM SICK OF THEE, THOU STUPID LASS! I SHALL TAKE CARE OF HIM FIRST!>> <<How canst thou be my brother?>> said Aedostul <<How can a filthy scum like thou art have anything in common with the magnificence of what I am? THOU LUSTFUL PIG, THOU OBSCENE AND CROOKED CREATURE, THOU ART THE RANKEST COMPOUND OF VILLANOUS SMELL THAT EVER OFFENDED NOSTRIL. THOU MAKEST ME VOMIT! THOU ART NOTHING BUT A THORN IN MY SIDE!>> At that point, Liadra replied in Nivor's defense <<You have nothing superior to us!>> <<Thou thinkest so, lurid bitch?>> Suddenly, Aedostul grabbed his rifle. Liadra promptly stood in front of Nivor, fearing he was going to shoot him. But he did not. On the contrary, Aedostul slipped it off his back. <<It would be too little if I shot thee. Thou wouldst be off to the other world in no time...>> <<Oh, no... I want thee to suffer. I shall take care of you... I'll be as careful as a brother can be!>> Saying so, Aedostul dropped the rifle on the ground. Then he kicked it in a way that sent it directly to the couple opposite him. Liadra took a few steps back, while Nivor continued to look down. <<Take it,>> Aedostul said. Nivor remained still <<I TOLD THEE TO TAKE IT, THOU ANIMAL!>> Nivor swallowed nervously. Then, all trembling, he picked up the rifle a short distance away from him. <<Good boy. Now shoot me.>> Both Liadra and Nivor opened up their eyes. <<What did you say?>> she blurted, <<I asked you to shoot me. Go ahead. Try to take me out>> <<Do it, Nivor>> Liadra said. <<Either we do it or he'll slaughter us>> she added <<Thou'rt smart, for a bitch>> his brother replied. Nivor had begun to tremble harder and harder. <<I don't shoot anyone>> he said <<Not even you>> Nivor's brother smiled with a satisfied expression. <<I should have been expecting that... thou'rt not capable of it. This is just one of the many differences between us. I had been hoping that in thy last moments thou wouldst behave decently, at least for once. What a pity>> At that point Aedostul put his hand into his right breast pocket, and pulled out an eight-inch blade knife. It was remarkably sharp, made of stainless steel and with a carbon fiber handle. <<Your partner will be the first to go bad>> BANG To the amazement of both of them, Nivor had shot his brother. He was certain he had hit him, so much so that Aedostul had a backward leap. Both Liadra and Nivor expected him to collapse on the ground in a pool of blood. Unexpectedly, however, he got back upright. <<Well, better late than never,>> he said. <<How can you talk? I saw the bullet hit you>> Liadra exclaimed in all her amazement. <<Uhmm...>> Aedostul mumbled <<Dost thou want to try again?>> BANG, BANG, BANG! Nivor shot his brother three times more. Each shot hit him in the chest, puncturing his blue suit. The bullets, however, came out of him exactly as they had gone in --no blood or anything. <<That's too bad. Not very effective, is it?>> he said. <<THOU COULDST HAVE A CANNON OR EVEN AN ATOMIC BOMB! THE RESULT WOULD NOT CHANGE!>> <<That's not possible!>> Liadra shrieked in amazement. <<Humans cannot withstand a bullet of that caliber! That is absolutely impossible!>> At that point, Aedostul came closer to the two of them, with a slow, determined, and eerie walk. Then he raised his arm and simulated a gesture, as if he were throwing a small marble at them; but there was absolutely nothing in his hand. Instead, something strange happened. A sort of bright blue lightning was generated from the palm of his hand, illuminating the air with its iridescent silhouette. Something made of pure energy, which zigged and zagged until it reached the two of them. Immediately, they collapsed to the ground. The electricity penetrated deep into their bodies, turning every cell into pain and almost making their hearts explode, speeding them up like crazy. <<IF THAT'S THE CASE THEY DON'T THROW LIGHTNING BOLTS FROM THEIR HANDS EITHER! BUT WHO EVER SAID I WAS A HUMAN?>> Nivor stared at his brother with eyes wide open. <<You... are a monster!>> <<Look who's talking!>> he replied with an icy cold chuckle. Then he continued << Thou'rt the one who is degrading himself! Thou doest that filthy thing thou callest sex... thou'rt the one giving up thine intellect and dignity to lower thyself to the level of a beast!>> Then Nivor began to clench his fists. Even his tone of voice changed, becoming extremely serious, and sounding almost like a whisper. <<I have no idea what you've done... but you've certainly defiled your body far more than I have>> <<Ha, ha, thou'rt really funny! Dost thou want to know what I have done? All right! I got rid of my old flesh and blood body, and created for myself a new alchemical one! A very complex procedure, obviously. Certainly standard Blue Party science could not have come up with it. NO! This is superior DB technology!>> <<You mean you're just a projection!?>> Liadra asked <<But that doesn't make any sense! Then how did you hold the rifle... how can you wear clothes?>> <<AHAHA I AM NOT SO STUPID TO TELL YOU>> "I am the first of a new bloodline, my dear. Soon there will be others like me! I already have in mind what to call them: apostles. Face it: I am the evolution of mankind. I am currently the most advanced form of life on this planet! Ye lice are nothing but filthy evolutionary regurgitations that I shall sweep away>> Thus said, repeating the gesture of throwing the marble, he shot another lightning bolt at them. This time, it was much thicker in diameter, and had a color similar to indigo. Liadra and Nivor were literally thrown into the air, falling to the ground about two meters away. They looked at each other. Both had a look full of terror and resignation. They read in each other's eyes that they knew they were about to die. Liadra looked at Nivor one last time. She tried to see every detail of his face, which was now full of cuts, bruises and blood stains. Only at that very moment, he started to shed tears. She reached out her hand and began to caress his face. <<See Nivor, I'm not an alchemist like my aunt... but if what he says is true, there's nothing we can do against him>> <<He's just my brother, Liadra>> the boy said leaning towards her. <<Your brother no longer has a body... he's no more made of flesh and blood like we do. He does not belong to biology, but to alchemy. I don't know if humans can do anything against such a creature. We certainly can't do anything in the condition we're in>> Nivor sighed. <<So this is really the way it ends. It doesn't matter. I can still feel depression inside>> The two reached out their arms, holding hands. Even though they were hurt and that contact conveyed a bitter pain, it was nice to feel something alive and warm. <<You're a good person, Nivor. I'm glad I made love to you>> Their tears blended on the floor. Then at once, they closed their eyes. Everything went dark. <<FORGET ABOUT ENDING IT LIKE THIS! YE HAVE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH YET!>> Aedostul was standing in front of them like a giant. Raising his hand and repeating the gesture, he shot a series of lightning bolts against them. The first one made them jerk, making their backs snap. All the others had the effect of producing an intense pain that made their senses an unmanageable and unbearable state. If hell existed --they thought-- it could not have been much different from what they were experiencing. Yet Liadra had the lucidity to wonder how anyone could be so mean, especially to their own brother. At that rate, they would have soon made it to the other world. In a moment of reprieve, the girl observed Nivor's brother. At that moment, he had two almost squinting eyes. His face looked strangely relaxed; his mouth was slightly open, emulating a sinister smile. Every vein in his body was bulging and protruding, making him resemble a gloomy, creepy freak. <<I have to say that I'm really enjoying my time with you. Ye cannot imagine how good does it feel to eradicate ties to the past. Do ye understand how do I feel right now? The more ye suffer, the happier I am>> Then he approached his brother. He looked down on him with condescension and contempt. With all the strength he had, he began to kick him right in the middle of the stomach. One kick after the other in quick succession. <<THOU ART TRASH TO ME! A USELESS SACK OF SHIT! WHY DIDST THOU HAVE TO EXIST?>> he yelled at him. After all those kicks, Nivor began to emit blood from his mouth; with each blow he spat out a trickle. Finally, the two victims gave up all resistance and all attachment to life, silently and peacefully resigning themselves to their fate. <<THOU DOST NOT KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT!>> Aedostul said to him, as he continued to kick him. <<I SHALL NEVER FORGET THIS NIGHT. I AM SENDING THEE TO THE NEXT WORLD, THOU SCUM!>> On the one hand, Liadra knew she was about to witness something of inhuman cruelty. On the other, however, she wanted to witness Nivor's last moments. Suddenly, she noticed something in the background coming into play. Something that Nivor's brother had not calculated on... Mr. Wakendos, badly torn on the right side of his body, was surreptitiously reaching for Aedostul. When Aedostul realized he was there, it was too late. Wakendos threw a 5 kg fire extinguisher at Aedostul, thinking it would be enough to knock him out. However, the red metal object simply pierced Aedostul's body and slammed into the ground. <<Here cometh someone I had not expected to see again,>> Aedostul said, examining Wakendos. His shoulder was bandaged and he had swabbed part of his neck as best as he could. A boulder must have hit his legs, because he was walking with a bit of a limp. <<How didst thou survive, old man? Shouldn't Stein's bomb have blown thee up?>> <<It takes more than that to knock Eugene Wakendos out,>> he said <<Nuts. Ye human beings tend to overestimate yourselves>> Because I guess you've stopped being human, haven't you, Nivor Aedostul?>> <<My name soundeth a lot better when there's no one around to tarnish it. Anyway, your pathetic fire extinguisher speaketh for itself>> <<What have you become, Aedostul? Don't you realize that you have altered the very nature of what makes you human?>> <<AND DOST THOU KNOW HOW MUCH DO I CARE ABOUT THAT?! I am immortal this way, I can withstand conditions thou canst not even imagine. Try throwing another fire extinguisher at me, go ahead! I am far better than thy pathetic biological bodies>> <<You're a fool, Aedostul. Don't you realize how unnatural this is?>> <<Thou art the fool, old man. No one should have bothered me while I was dealing with that louse Stullenbird. Because now I am going to kill thee!>> Aedostul charged Wakendos, once again pulling out his army knife. The scene that followed was heartbreaking. Aedostul began stabbing Wakendos, who was putting up a strenuous resistance. In the background Liadra whispered to Nivor Stullenbird. <<Fl... flee>> she said <<Get out of here>> <<What good would that do?>> he whispered. <<I'm about to end up the way I deserve>> <<See Nivor... the boy I used to know, wouldn't give himself up to his fate like this, without a fight...>>, she paused to catch her breath. <<In my heart, you're a stupid little head who always does what he wants, even if it's devoid of any logic. If you stay here, not only will you die, but the idea I have of you will die as well...>> <<And I will never forgive you for that,>> she added. Stullenbird rested his arm on the puddle of tears and blood that was on the floor; then he levered himself up. <<Aren't you coming?>> Nivor asked. <<The bastard's lightning bolts have paralyzed me. I can't do it>> <<And how dare you ask me to leave you here!>> <<Don't let the idea we all have of you die>> Liadra said <<Because the idea we have of you is eternal. No matter what happens to us>> Nivor continued to stare at the girl. <<YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE DAMN ETHICS ALONE, OLD MAN! THE BLUE PARTY REACHED THE END OF ITS TETHER A LONG TIME AGO!>> Aedostul shouted. He kept stabbing Wakendos with his knife.After a while all that remained of Wakendos' chest was a shapeless, quartered heap of bloody flesh. From it, gushed a river of blood that stained everything, from Aedostul's suit to the floor, walls and even the ceiling. This is how Eugene Wakendos ended up. With his wits about him, Aedostul picked up where he left off. He regained his composure, though he was practically stained with blood all over. He looked back at Liadra. <<So, where were we? Oh, yes...>> He froze suddenly at the sight of the floor. There was Liadra; at her side a pile of blood, then a huge clean space. With all the speed he had, he rushed to her. <<WHERE IS HE!? WHERE HATH HE GONE!?>> Liadra sketched a shy smile <<Who are you talking about?>> <<THOU SHALT NOT DARE TEASE ME! WHERE IS STULLENBIRD?>> <<Where he has always been>> she whispered <<In my heart.>> At that point Aedostul got really nervous and emitted a sort of sound, similar to a vowel, which became more and more audible, until it turned into a scream. With all the strength he had, he plunged the entire blade of the dagger into Liadra's chest. Then he pushed it down, opening it in two and exposing every one of her internal organs to the sunlight. Nivor Aedostul had killed Liadra

USER: Can you analyze the following story and tell why Aedostul want to kill his brother? <<Come on, you slowpoke!>> Liadra urged, as Stullenbird struggled to keep up, lagging far behind. They had made their way through the maze of corridors of the base. They needed to escape, never mind face the snowstorm. <<Liadra...>> he said <<What is it Nivor?>> <<I may be talking nonsense, but the elevators are very old>> The girl did not understand. Had Nivor not only become depressed, but completely dumb as well? <<Yeah, so?>> <<So I don't think they're interfaced with the alarm system>> <<Are you suggesting we take the elevator?>> Nivor nodded. The girl thought about it for a second. <<That's a good idea! That way we'll avoid a lot of trouble>> Suddenly, the boys stopped, making a harsh noise with their shoes, and stepped back. They had noticed a figure behind them. <<I am afraid ye'll have to rethink your plans>> It was evidently one of the three people who were shooting, since he had a black rifle on his shoulder. He had taken off his black jacket, however. He was wearing a deep blue tracksuit with black shoulders --while the elbows and sleeve outlet were white. It appeared to be a fine, soft fabric. <<RUN AWAY, NIVOR!>> Liadra shouted. <<If I just notice ye are about to do something like that, I shall shoot you instantly,>> the figure hissed. <<What... what do you want from us?>> <<From you, ye filthy worms? Absolutely nothing>> He had a masculine, deep and calm voice, like a true orator. In another situation, Liadra would have probably asked him if he was part of the choir. Then the guy raised his arm and pointed his finger at Nivor. <<Thou worthless sack of shit! I wish thou couldest disappear right now!>> At that point, Nivor clenched his fists and took the floor. <<Tell me why do you always take it out on me? We used to love each other when we were kids!>> <<STOP! BOTH OF YOU!>> Liadra shouted. Then she turned to the guy in blue. <<May I know who you are? Why are you so mad at Nivor?>> The guy chuckled, <<And who might I be, thou foul bitch?>> <<His brother,>> he said finally. <<How can you say such words towards your own brother! What do you have for a heart, a block of ice?>> <<SHUT UP! I AM SICK OF THEE, THOU STUPID LASS! I SHALL TAKE CARE OF HIM FIRST!>> <<How canst thou be my brother?>> said Aedostul <<How can a filthy scum like thou art have anything in common with the magnificence of what I am? THOU LUSTFUL PIG, THOU OBSCENE AND CROOKED CREATURE, THOU ART THE RANKEST COMPOUND OF VILLANOUS SMELL THAT EVER OFFENDED NOSTRIL. THOU MAKEST ME VOMIT! THOU ART NOTHING BUT A THORN IN MY SIDE!>> At that point, Liadra replied in Nivor's defense <<You have nothing superior to us!>> <<Thou thinkest so, lurid bitch?>> Suddenly, Aedostul grabbed his rifle. Liadra promptly stood in front of Nivor, fearing he was going to shoot him. But he did not. On the contrary, Aedostul slipped it off his back. <<It would be too little if I shot thee. Thou wouldst be off to the other world in no time...>> <<Oh, no... I want thee to suffer. I shall take care of you... I'll be as careful as a brother can be!>> Saying so, Aedostul dropped the rifle on the ground. Then he kicked it in a way that sent it directly to the couple opposite him. Liadra took a few steps back, while Nivor continued to look down. <<Take it,>> Aedostul said. Nivor remained still <<I TOLD THEE TO TAKE IT, THOU ANIMAL!>> Nivor swallowed nervously. Then, all trembling, he picked up the rifle a short distance away from him. <<Good boy. Now shoot me.>> Both Liadra and Nivor opened up their eyes. <<What did you say?>> she blurted, <<I asked you to shoot me. Go ahead. Try to take me out>> <<Do it, Nivor>> Liadra said. <<Either we do it or he'll slaughter us>> she added <<Thou'rt smart, for a bitch>> his brother replied. Nivor had begun to tremble harder and harder. <<I don't shoot anyone>> he said <<Not even you>> Nivor's brother smiled with a satisfied expression. <<I should have been expecting that... thou'rt not capable of it. This is just one of the many differences between us. I had been hoping that in thy last moments thou wouldst behave decently, at least for once. What a pity>> At that point Aedostul put his hand into his right breast pocket, and pulled out an eight-inch blade knife. It was remarkably sharp, made of stainless steel and with a carbon fiber handle. <<Your partner will be the first to go bad>> BANG To the amazement of both of them, Nivor had shot his brother. He was certain he had hit him, so much so that Aedostul had a backward leap. Both Liadra and Nivor expected him to collapse on the ground in a pool of blood. Unexpectedly, however, he got back upright. <<Well, better late than never,>> he said. <<How can you talk? I saw the bullet hit you>> Liadra exclaimed in all her amazement. <<Uhmm...>> Aedostul mumbled <<Dost thou want to try again?>> BANG, BANG, BANG! Nivor shot his brother three times more. Each shot hit him in the chest, puncturing his blue suit. The bullets, however, came out of him exactly as they had gone in --no blood or anything. <<That's too bad. Not very effective, is it?>> he said. <<THOU COULDST HAVE A CANNON OR EVEN AN ATOMIC BOMB! THE RESULT WOULD NOT CHANGE!>> <<That's not possible!>> Liadra shrieked in amazement. <<Humans cannot withstand a bullet of that caliber! That is absolutely impossible!>> At that point, Aedostul came closer to the two of them, with a slow, determined, and eerie walk. Then he raised his arm and simulated a gesture, as if he were throwing a small marble at them; but there was absolutely nothing in his hand. Instead, something strange happened. A sort of bright blue lightning was generated from the palm of his hand, illuminating the air with its iridescent silhouette. Something made of pure energy, which zigged and zagged until it reached the two of them. Immediately, they collapsed to the ground. The electricity penetrated deep into their bodies, turning every cell into pain and almost making their hearts explode, speeding them up like crazy. <<IF THAT'S THE CASE THEY DON'T THROW LIGHTNING BOLTS FROM THEIR HANDS EITHER! BUT WHO EVER SAID I WAS A HUMAN?>> Nivor stared at his brother with eyes wide open. <<You... are a monster!>> <<Look who's talking!>> he replied with an icy cold chuckle. Then he continued << Thou'rt the one who is degrading himself! Thou doest that filthy thing thou callest sex... thou'rt the one giving up thine intellect and dignity to lower thyself to the level of a beast!>> Then Nivor began to clench his fists. Even his tone of voice changed, becoming extremely serious, and sounding almost like a whisper. <<I have no idea what you've done... but you've certainly defiled your body far more than I have>> <<Ha, ha, thou'rt really funny! Dost thou want to know what I have done? All right! I got rid of my old flesh and blood body, and created for myself a new alchemical one! A very complex procedure, obviously. Certainly standard Blue Party science could not have come up with it. NO! This is superior DB technology!>> <<You mean you're just a projection!?>> Liadra asked <<But that doesn't make any sense! Then how did you hold the rifle... how can you wear clothes?>> <<AHAHA I AM NOT SO STUPID TO TELL YOU>> "I am the first of a new bloodline, my dear. Soon there will be others like me! I already have in mind what to call them: apostles. Face it: I am the evolution of mankind. I am currently the most advanced form of life on this planet! Ye lice are nothing but filthy evolutionary regurgitations that I shall sweep away>> Thus said, repeating the gesture of throwing the marble, he shot another lightning bolt at them. This time, it was much thicker in diameter, and had a color similar to indigo. Liadra and Nivor were literally thrown into the air, falling to the ground about two meters away. They looked at each other. Both had a look full of terror and resignation. They read in each other's eyes that they knew they were about to die. Liadra looked at Nivor one last time. She tried to see every detail of his face, which was now full of cuts, bruises and blood stains. Only at that very moment, he started to shed tears. She reached out her hand and began to caress his face. <<See Nivor, I'm not an alchemist like my aunt... but if what he says is true, there's nothing we can do against him>> <<He's just my brother, Liadra>> the boy said leaning towards her. <<Your brother no longer has a body... he's no more made of flesh and blood like we do. He does not belong to biology, but to alchemy. I don't know if humans can do anything against such a creature. We certainly can't do anything in the condition we're in>> Nivor sighed. <<So this is really the way it ends. It doesn't matter. I can still feel depression inside>> The two reached out their arms, holding hands. Even though they were hurt and that contact conveyed a bitter pain, it was nice to feel something alive and warm. <<You're a good person, Nivor. I'm glad I made love to you>> Their tears blended on the floor. Then at once, they closed their eyes. Everything went dark. <<FORGET ABOUT ENDING IT LIKE THIS! YE HAVE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH YET!>> Aedostul was standing in front of them like a giant. Raising his hand and repeating the gesture, he shot a series of lightning bolts against them. The first one made them jerk, making their backs snap. All the others had the effect of producing an intense pain that made their senses an unmanageable and unbearable state. If hell existed --they thought-- it could not have been much different from what they were experiencing. Yet Liadra had the lucidity to wonder how anyone could be so mean, especially to their own brother. At that rate, they would have soon made it to the other world. In a moment of reprieve, the girl observed Nivor's brother. At that moment, he had two almost squinting eyes. His face looked strangely relaxed; his mouth was slightly open, emulating a sinister smile. Every vein in his body was bulging and protruding, making him resemble a gloomy, creepy freak. <<I have to say that I'm really enjoying my time with you. Ye cannot imagine how good does it feel to eradicate ties to the past. Do ye understand how do I feel right now? The more ye suffer, the happier I am>> Then he approached his brother. He looked down on him with condescension and contempt. With all the strength he had, he began to kick him right in the middle of the stomach. One kick after the other in quick succession. <<THOU ART TRASH TO ME! A USELESS SACK OF SHIT! WHY DIDST THOU HAVE TO EXIST?>> he yelled at him. After all those kicks, Nivor began to emit blood from his mouth; with each blow he spat out a trickle. Finally, the two victims gave up all resistance and all attachment to life, silently and peacefully resigning themselves to their fate. <<THOU DOST NOT KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT!>> Aedostul said to him, as he continued to kick him. <<I SHALL NEVER FORGET THIS NIGHT. I AM SENDING THEE TO THE NEXT WORLD, THOU SCUM!>> On the one hand, Liadra knew she was about to witness something of inhuman cruelty. On the other, however, she wanted to witness Nivor's last moments. Suddenly, she noticed something in the background coming into play. Something that Nivor's brother had not calculated on... Mr. Wakendos, badly torn on the right side of his body, was surreptitiously reaching for Aedostul. When Aedostul realized he was there, it was too late. Wakendos threw a 5 kg fire extinguisher at Aedostul, thinking it would be enough to knock him out. However, the red metal object simply pierced Aedostul's body and slammed into the ground. <<Here cometh someone I had not expected to see again,>> Aedostul said, examining Wakendos. His shoulder was bandaged and he had swabbed part of his neck as best as he could. A boulder must have hit his legs, because he was walking with a bit of a limp. <<How didst thou survive, old man? Shouldn't Stein's bomb have blown thee up?>> <<It takes more than that to knock Eugene Wakendos out,>> he said <<Nuts. Ye human beings tend to overestimate yourselves>> Because I guess you've stopped being human, haven't you, Nivor Aedostul?>> <<My name soundeth a lot better when there's no one around to tarnish it. Anyway, your pathetic fire extinguisher speaketh for itself>> <<What have you become, Aedostul? Don't you realize that you have altered the very nature of what makes you human?>> <<AND DOST THOU KNOW HOW MUCH DO I CARE ABOUT THAT?! I am immortal this way, I can withstand conditions thou canst not even imagine. Try throwing another fire extinguisher at me, go ahead! I am far better than thy pathetic biological bodies>> <<You're a fool, Aedostul. Don't you realize how unnatural this is?>> <<Thou art the fool, old man. No one should have bothered me while I was dealing with that louse Stullenbird. Because now I am going to kill thee!>> Aedostul charged Wakendos, once again pulling out his army knife. The scene that followed was heartbreaking. Aedostul began stabbing Wakendos, who was putting up a strenuous resistance. In the background Liadra whispered to Nivor Stullenbird. <<Fl... flee>> she said <<Get out of here>> <<What good would that do?>> he whispered. <<I'm about to end up the way I deserve>> <<See Nivor... the boy I used to know, wouldn't give himself up to his fate like this, without a fight...>>, she paused to catch her breath. <<In my heart, you're a stupid little head who always does what he wants, even if it's devoid of any logic. If you stay here, not only will you die, but the idea I have of you will die as well...>> <<And I will never forgive you for that,>> she added. Stullenbird rested his arm on the puddle of tears and blood that was on the floor; then he levered himself up. <<Aren't you coming?>> Nivor asked. <<The bastard's lightning bolts have paralyzed me. I can't do it>> <<And how dare you ask me to leave you here!>> <<Don't let the idea we all have of you die>> Liadra said <<Because the idea we have of you is eternal. No matter what happens to us>> Nivor continued to stare at the girl. <<YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE DAMN ETHICS ALONE, OLD MAN! THE BLUE PARTY REACHED THE END OF ITS TETHER A LONG TIME AGO!>> Aedostul shouted. He kept stabbing Wakendos with his knife.After a while all that remained of Wakendos' chest was a shapeless, quartered heap of bloody flesh. From it, gushed a river of blood that stained everything, from Aedostul's suit to the floor, walls and even the ceiling. This is how Eugene Wakendos ended up. With his wits about him, Aedostul picked up where he left off. He regained his composure, though he was practically stained with blood all over. He looked back at Liadra. <<So, where were we? Oh, yes...>> He froze suddenly at the sight of the floor. There was Liadra; at her side a pile of blood, then a huge clean space. With all the speed he had, he rushed to her. <<WHERE IS HE!? WHERE HATH HE GONE!?>> Liadra sketched a shy smile <<Who are you talking about?>> <<THOU SHALT NOT DARE TEASE ME! WHERE IS STULLENBIRD?>> <<Where he has always been>> she whispered <<In my heart.>> At that point Aedostul got really nervous and emitted a sort of sound, similar to a vowel, which became more and more audible, until it turned into a scream. With all the strength he had, he plunged the entire blade of the dagger into Liadra's chest. Then he pushed it down, opening it in two and exposing every one of her internal organs to the sunlight. Nivor Aedostul had killed Liadra

USER: can you describe what is happening in this story and why Aedostul want to kill his brother? Belnes was the first and oldest urban conglomerate of the long series that had been built starting from the coast, accompanied by the districts of Kneebles and kneboons, both twins, followed by Ventsfos and Gramdeesle, to the south of which there were larger and more important cities, such as Pagvant 'kabe and Feedotkall. Only much further south was Atlanta. In the precise moment in which one exited the train, the sense of smell was attacked by an unbearable stench of dirty clothes left for too long in the washing machine. There was also a lot of humidity that came directly from the nearby ocean. Places like this were destined for society's rejects, those who were deemed most morally decadent. It was one of the sites selected by the Government to which individuals with the lowest morality index could be transferred so that, verbatim, they stay together with their fellow men and do not compromise the efficiency of the most productive and disciplined cities. The DB (especially politicians) called these areas worldly neighborhoods, places where every degradation and impure act went unpunished, every prospect of improvement was a mirage, especially considering the funds destined for welfare which had gradually dwindled over time. This - the Government stated - was solely for their good: there they could find jobs suited to their abilities, avoiding the unpleasant circumstance of being assigned to more responsible tasks, too complex for them on the one hand and with the risk of creating disasters for others people on the other. Belnes in particular was a place known for the homonymous parcel sorting center, the largest in the whole nation: there the freight ships docked and the goods distributed throughout the continent. It was a fundamental logistical infrastructure, not only for private individuals waiting for the courier at home, but also for industries that exchanged materials. It had 8 cargo piers for medium-sized ships and 2 larger ones, various cranes, a mini railway network for moving goods, obviously the customs and a series of werehouses (warehouse depots) indicated with the letters A,B,C and D According to last year's censuses, the traffic of goods averaged 110,000 tons a week and the economic importance estimated at 40 billion crowns a year. Of course, similar places never slept, so it was to be expected that even in the middle of the night, as at that moment, there was a diligent activity. He had to slaom to avoid the smell of moldy clothes, dabbing his nose and mouth with his new overalls: this one had a black base color, but some details were still blue. His rifle had been downgraded to an 11-millimeter pistol, but in return he had a backpack full of technological equipment that he would need when the time comes. He also fantasized about the origin of those vomiting effluvia. They were the most representative trace of such uncivilized individuals, with a head full of sexual devilry, drugs, satanic games and who knows what else. Of these 'citizens' (if that word can be used) only a small percentage were workers at the port or at the sorting centre, the remainder were marooned there and had not heard from the state since. These lived in complete poverty, so much so that they could not afford clean clothes or laundry. A slice of bread with cream cheese was considered a luxury meal, to the point that they were willing to stain themselves with any wickedness just to savor it. They got by by stuffing almost anything that tasted bearable into their stomachs, not even the classic rat kebabs were an option, because all over the world flora and fauna were dying. More than fashionable neighborhoods, Dylan would have called them garbage neighborhoods. At every corner or corner there was an overflowing amount of rubbish (just to give an example, at its ends there were two alleys whose end could not be seen because a high pile of black bags blocked the view) and on the ground there it was every kind of object imaginable. Newspapers and other sheets, cardboard boxes, food containers, vacuum-packed jars, shards of glass and mixed in between, as if they were the most normal thing in the world, heroin syringes. However, he didn't see any condoms. Not that he ever saw one, but on the one hand it gave him hope that even there he was progressing morally. But who was he kidding? The reason was most likely that life had become so painful and sad that they didn't even have the strength to do certain things. In a world where everything was designed to perfection and every moment calculated, who would ever find the time to reproduce? Even more so there, where the very act of surviving was an arduous effort. Dylan came out onto the main street, a wide cobbled avenue. The new lighting systems produced by the DB were composed of thin iron rods as thick as a bamboo cane, at the top of which there was an alchemical crystal that gave off an intense and concentrated light reminiscent of magnesium flashes. Something fell on Dylan's overalls, something light and soft. He looked at himself that she was already gone. Then he turned his gaze to the lamppost, which when looked at directly was particularly blinding. He was snowing. Blown by the wind, many tiny snowflakes appeared everywhere, which soon reached the buildings and the rest of the street. Dylan found himself shivering as a gust of ice entered his suit. And yet - he said to himself - September had just begun He followed the course of the road which was curving and heading towards an open space. The main square of Belnes, nicknamed 'Daijchean' in honor of the famous legislator, was once full of vivid colours, with children's slides, swings and carousels. Of all this, nothing remained. For completely unknown reasons the vegetation had died and nothing would grow back no matter what. The fountain in the center was no more than a cold stone monument, from which no more water had flown for years. Only the rotten wooden benches remained, but no one ever sat down because of the cold temperatures. That was the biggest mystery Dylan found himself facing from the very moment he found himself lost in the vicinity of Nordent: Had the world always been such a cold and inhospitable place? Did there ever exist, somewhere in the past, a time when plants grew luxuriantly and spontaneously? Was there ever a season when the sun's rays touched the ground, radiating the landscape with gold? Since he was raider and then reconnaissance he hadn't seen a single animal. He knew of the existence of cats and dogs, even rodents, small and large birds, both insectivores and birds of prey. But he had never seen any of them. Sure - he answered himself - these were things devoid of any purpose, even stupid he would dare to say, but for some bizarre reason he was adamant that such creatures were there, just hidden somewhere. But they weren't there. In their place were those withered branches that once made up a flowerbed, made of filthy and sharp wood, now dead. There was the hard and cold stone, full of cracks from the waterless fountain. Almost everywhere there was fog, half of it due to humidity, for the other to smog. The world, for some reason, was very different from what he expected. In the square there were a dozen lighting rods, in the middle of which, next to the fountain, there was a large sign. He indicated that the port and industrial districts were right in that direction. Dylan was on the right track. At the top of the sheds rose very high flames. They were produced by burning exhaust gases, while chimneys, chimneys and towers produced very high columns of smoke, which merged with the clouds. Already at eye level there was smoke so thick as to reduce the view to a few metres. Foundries cast molten iron into ingots while some other factories did the same thing with glass. The reddish color of the incandescent materials was clearly distinguishable in the fog, in which the signal flashes, the lighthouse of the port, of the vehicles could also be glimpsed, while the DB lighting rods produced a soft bluish beam distributed below. Nothing could be seen clearly because the fog, whether due to humidity or smoke, blurred the vision in that freezing theater of steel, fire and smog. In terms of sound, things were no better: You could hear at regular intervals banging steel, a dull bellow of electrical equipment, shards that shattered, the hiss of chains, the noise of machinery, cranes, jackhammers and all the industrial obscenities that it was possible to produce. Yet in all of it workers were alive and well, for example maneuvering beams with a crane or pushing a trolley loaded with ore. Others more handsome ran in the direction of a factory. All caught up in a frenetic nocturnal activity, aimed at giving maximum efficiency and productivity: losing your job, especially in contexts like that, was all too easy and for white-collar workers there was only the embarrassment of choice on replacements . This was more than enough to push himself to the human limit in order not to lose his job and with it his income. Can you analyze the following story and why Aedostul want to kill his brother? <<Come on, you slowpoke!>> Liadra urged, as Stullenbird struggled to keep up, lagging far behind. They had made their way through the maze of corridors of the base. They needed to escape, never mind face the snowstorm. <<Liadra...>> he said <<What is it Nivor?>> <<I may be talking nonsense, but the elevators are very old>> The girl did not understand. Had Nivor not only become depressed, but completely dumb as well? <<Yeah, so?>> <<So I don't think they're interfaced with the alarm system>> <<Are you suggesting we take the elevator?>> Nivor nodded. The girl thought about it for a second. <<That's a good idea! That way we'll avoid a lot of trouble>> Suddenly, the boys stopped, making a harsh noise with their shoes, and stepped back. They had noticed a figure behind them. <<I am afraid ye'll have to rethink your plans>> It was evidently one of the three people who were shooting, since he had a black rifle on his shoulder. He had taken off his black jacket, however. He was wearing a deep blue tracksuit with black shoulders --while the elbows and sleeve outlet were white. It appeared to be a fine, soft fabric. <<RUN AWAY, NIVOR!>> Liadra shouted. <<If I just notice ye are about to do something like that, I shall shoot you instantly,>> the figure hissed. <<What... what do you want from us?>> <<From you, ye filthy worms? Absolutely nothing>> He had a masculine, deep and calm voice, like a true orator. In another situation, Liadra would have probably asked him if he was part of the choir. Then the guy raised his arm and pointed his finger at Nivor. <<Thou worthless sack of shit! I wish thou couldest disappear right now!>> At that point, Nivor clenched his fists and took the floor. <<Tell me why do you always take it out on me? We used to love each other when we were kids!>> <<STOP! BOTH OF YOU!>> Liadra shouted. Then she turned to the guy in blue. <<May I know who you are? Why are you so mad at Nivor?>> The guy chuckled, <<And who might I be, thou foul bitch?>> <<His brother,>> he said finally. <<How can you say such words towards your own brother! What do you have for a heart, a block of ice?>> <<SHUT UP! I AM SICK OF THEE, THOU STUPID LASS! I SHALL TAKE CARE OF HIM FIRST!>> <<How canst thou be my brother?>> said Aedostul <<How can a filthy scum like thou art have anything in common with the magnificence of what I am? THOU LUSTFUL PIG, THOU OBSCENE AND CROOKED CREATURE, THOU ART THE RANKEST COMPOUND OF VILLANOUS SMELL THAT EVER OFFENDED NOSTRIL. THOU MAKEST ME VOMIT! THOU ART NOTHING BUT A THORN IN MY SIDE!>> At that point, Liadra replied in Nivor's defense <<You have nothing superior to us!>> <<Thou thinkest so, lurid bitch?>> Suddenly, Aedostul grabbed his rifle. Liadra promptly stood in front of Nivor, fearing he was going to shoot him. But he did not. On the contrary, Aedostul slipped it off his back. <<It would be too little if I shot thee. Thou wouldst be off to the other world in no time...>> <<Oh, no... I want thee to suffer. I shall take care of you... I'll be as careful as a brother can be!>> Saying so, Aedostul dropped the rifle on the ground. Then he kicked it in a way that sent it directly to the couple opposite him. Liadra took a few steps back, while Nivor continued to look down. <<Take it,>> Aedostul said. Nivor remained still <<I TOLD THEE TO TAKE IT, THOU ANIMAL!>> Nivor swallowed nervously. Then, all trembling, he picked up the rifle a short distance away from him. <<Good boy. Now shoot me.>> Both Liadra and Nivor opened up their eyes. <<What did you say?>> she blurted, <<I asked you to shoot me. Go ahead. Try to take me out>> <<Do it, Nivor>> Liadra said. <<Either we do it or he'll slaughter us>> she added <<Thou'rt smart, for a bitch>> his brother replied. Nivor had begun to tremble harder and harder. <<I don't shoot anyone>> he said <<Not even you>> Nivor's brother smiled with a satisfied expression. <<I should have been expecting that... thou'rt not capable of it. This is just one of the many differences between us. I had been hoping that in thy last moments thou wouldst behave decently, at least for once. What a pity>> At that point Aedostul put his hand into his right breast pocket, and pulled out an eight-inch blade knife. It was remarkably sharp, made of stainless steel and with a carbon fiber handle. <<Your partner will be the first to go bad>> BANG To the amazement of both of them, Nivor had shot his brother. He was certain he had hit him, so much so that Aedostul had a backward leap. Both Liadra and Nivor expected him to collapse on the ground in a pool of blood. Unexpectedly, however, he got back upright. <<Well, better late than never,>> he said. <<How can you talk? I saw the bullet hit you>> Liadra exclaimed in all her amazement. <<Uhmm...>> Aedostul mumbled <<Dost thou want to try again?>> BANG, BANG, BANG! Nivor shot his brother three times more. Each shot hit him in the chest, puncturing his blue suit. The bullets, however, came out of him exactly as they had gone in --no blood or anything. <<That's too bad. Not very effective, is it?>> he said. <<THOU COULDST HAVE A CANNON OR EVEN AN ATOMIC BOMB! THE RESULT WOULD NOT CHANGE!>> <<That's not possible!>> Liadra shrieked in amazement. <<Humans cannot withstand a bullet of that caliber! That is absolutely impossible!>> At that point, Aedostul came closer to the two of them, with a slow, determined, and eerie walk. Then he raised his arm and simulated a gesture, as if he were throwing a small marble at them; but there was absolutely nothing in his hand. Instead, something strange happened. A sort of bright blue lightning was generated from the palm of his hand, illuminating the air with its iridescent silhouette. Something made of pure energy, which zigged and zagged until it reached the two of them. Immediately, they collapsed to the ground. The electricity penetrated deep into their bodies, turning every cell into pain and almost making their hearts explode, speeding them up like crazy. <<IF THAT'S THE CASE THEY DON'T THROW LIGHTNING BOLTS FROM THEIR HANDS EITHER! BUT WHO EVER SAID I WAS A HUMAN?>> Nivor stared at his brother with eyes wide open. <<You... are a monster!>> <<Look who's talking!>> he replied with an icy cold chuckle. Then he continued << Thou'rt the one who is degrading himself! Thou doest that filthy thing thou callest sex... thou'rt the one giving up thine intellect and dignity to lower thyself to the level of a beast!>> Then Nivor began to clench his fists. Even his tone of voice changed, becoming extremely serious, and sounding almost like a whisper. <<I have no idea what you've done... but you've certainly defiled your body far more than I have>> <<Ha, ha, thou'rt really funny! Dost thou want to know what I have done? All right! I got rid of my old flesh and blood body, and created for myself a new alchemical one! A very complex procedure, obviously. Certainly standard Blue Party science could not have come up with it. NO! This is superior DB technology!>> <<You mean you're just a projection!?>> Liadra asked <<But that doesn't make any sense! Then how did you hold the rifle... how can you wear clothes?>> <<AHAHA I AM NOT SO STUPID TO TELL YOU>> "I am the first of a new bloodline, my dear. Soon there will be others like me! I already have in mind what to call them: apostles. Face it: I am the evolution of mankind. I am currently the most advanced form of life on this planet! Ye lice are nothing but filthy evolutionary regurgitations that I shall sweep away>> Thus said, repeating the gesture of throwing the marble, he shot another lightning bolt at them. This time, it was much thicker in diameter, and had a color similar to indigo. Liadra and Nivor were literally thrown into the air, falling to the ground about two meters away. They looked at each other. Both had a look full of terror and resignation. They read in each other's eyes that they knew they were about to die. Liadra looked at Nivor one last time. She tried to see every detail of his face, which was now full of cuts, bruises and blood stains. Only at that very moment, he started to shed tears. She reached out her hand and began to caress his face. <<See Nivor, I'm not an alchemist like my aunt... but if what he says is true, there's nothing we can do against him>> <<He's just my brother, Liadra>> the boy said leaning towards her. <<Your brother no longer has a body... he's no more made of flesh and blood like we do. He does not belong to biology, but to alchemy. I don't know if humans can do anything against such a creature. We certainly can't do anything in the condition we're in>> Nivor sighed. <<So this is really the way it ends. It doesn't matter. I can still feel depression inside>> The two reached out their arms, holding hands. Even though they were hurt and that contact conveyed a bitter pain, it was nice to feel something alive and warm. <<You're a good person, Nivor. I'm glad I made love to you>> Their tears blended on the floor. Then at once, they closed their eyes. Everything went dark. <<FORGET ABOUT ENDING IT LIKE THIS! YE HAVE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH YET!>> Aedostul was standing in front of them like a giant. Raising his hand and repeating the gesture, he shot a series of lightning bolts against them. The first one made them jerk, making their backs snap. All the others had the effect of producing an intense pain that made their senses an unmanageable and unbearable state. If hell existed --they thought-- it could not have been much different from what they were experiencing. Yet Liadra had the lucidity to wonder how anyone could be so mean, especially to their own brother. At that rate, they would have soon made it to the other world. In a moment of reprieve, the girl observed Nivor's brother. At that moment, he had two almost squinting eyes. His face looked strangely relaxed; his mouth was slightly open, emulating a sinister smile. Every vein in his body was bulging and protruding, making him resemble a gloomy, creepy freak. <<I have to say that I'm really enjoying my time with you. Ye cannot imagine how good does it feel to eradicate ties to the past. Do ye understand how do I feel right now? The more ye suffer, the happier I am>> Then he approached his brother. He looked down on him with condescension and contempt. With all the strength he had, he began to kick him right in the middle of the stomach. One kick after the other in quick succession. <<THOU ART TRASH TO ME! A USELESS SACK OF SHIT! WHY DIDST THOU HAVE TO EXIST?>> he yelled at him. After all those kicks, Nivor began to emit blood from his mouth; with each blow he spat out a trickle. Finally, the two victims gave up all resistance and all attachment to life, silently and peacefully resigning themselves to their fate. <<THOU DOST NOT KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT!>> Aedostul said to him, as he continued to kick him. <<I SHALL NEVER FORGET THIS NIGHT. I AM SENDING THEE TO THE NEXT WORLD, THOU SCUM!>> On the one hand, Liadra knew she was about to witness something of inhuman cruelty. On the other, however, she wanted to witness Nivor's last moments. Suddenly, she noticed something in the background coming into play. Something that Nivor's brother had not calculated on... Mr. Wakendos, badly torn on the right side of his body, was surreptitiously reaching for Aedostul. When Aedostul realized he was there, it was too late. Wakendos threw a 5 kg fire extinguisher at Aedostul, thinking it would be enough to knock him out. However, the red metal object simply pierced Aedostul's body and slammed into the ground. <<Here cometh someone I had not expected to see again,>> Aedostul said, examining Wakendos. His shoulder was bandaged and he had swabbed part of his neck as best as he could. A boulder must have hit his legs, because he was walking with a bit of a limp. <<How didst thou survive, old man? Shouldn't Stein's bomb have blown thee up?>> <<It takes more than that to knock Eugene Wakendos out,>> he said <<Nuts. Ye human beings tend to overestimate yourselves>> Because I guess you've stopped being human, haven't you, Nivor Aedostul?>> <<My name soundeth a lot better when there's no one around to tarnish it. Anyway, your pathetic fire extinguisher speaketh for itself>> <<What have you become, Aedostul? Don't you realize that you have altered the very nature of what makes you human?>> <<AND DOST THOU KNOW HOW MUCH DO I CARE ABOUT THAT?! I am immortal this way, I can withstand conditions thou canst not even imagine. Try throwing another fire extinguisher at me, go ahead! I am far better than thy pathetic biological bodies>> <<You're a fool, Aedostul. Don't you realize how unnatural this is?>> <<Thou art the fool, old man. No one should have bothered me while I was dealing with that louse Stullenbird. Because now I am going to kill thee!>> Aedostul charged Wakendos, once again pulling out his army knife. The scene that followed was heartbreaking. Aedostul began stabbing Wakendos, who was putting up a strenuous resistance. In the background Liadra whispered to Nivor Stullenbird. <<Fl... flee>> she said <<Get out of here>> <<What good would that do?>> he whispered. <<I'm about to end up the way I deserve>> <<See Nivor... the boy I used to know, wouldn't give himself up to his fate like this, without a fight...>>, she paused to catch her breath. <<In my heart, you're a stupid little head who always does what he wants, even if it's devoid of any logic. If you stay here, not only will you die, but the idea I have of you will die as well...>> <<And I will never forgive you for that,>> she added. Stullenbird rested his arm on the puddle of tears and blood that was on the floor; then he levered himself up. <<Aren't you coming?>> Nivor asked. <<The bastard's lightning bolts have paralyzed me. I can't do it>> <<And how dare you ask me to leave you here!>> <<Don't let the idea we all have of you die>> Liadra said <<Because the idea we have of you is eternal. No matter what happens to us>> Nivor continued to stare at the girl. <<YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE DAMN ETHICS ALONE, OLD MAN! THE BLUE PARTY REACHED THE END OF ITS TETHER A LONG TIME AGO!>> Aedostul shouted. He kept stabbing Wakendos with his knife.After a while all that remained of Wakendos' chest was a shapeless, quartered heap of bloody flesh. From it, gushed a river of blood that stained everything, from Aedostul's suit to the floor, walls and even the ceiling. This is how Eugene Wakendos ended up. With his wits about him, Aedostul picked up where he left off. He regained his composure, though he was practically stained with blood all over. He looked back at Liadra. <<So, where were we? Oh, yes...>> He froze suddenly at the sight of the floor. There was Liadra; at her side a pile of blood, then a huge clean space. With all the speed he had, he rushed to her. <<WHERE IS HE!? WHERE HATH HE GONE!?>> Liadra sketched a shy smile <<Who are you talking about?>> <<THOU SHALT NOT DARE TEASE ME! WHERE IS STULLENBIRD?>> <<Where he has always been>> she whispered <<In my heart.>> At that point Aedostul got really nervous and emitted a sort of sound, similar to a vowel, which became more and more audible, until it turned into a scream. With all the strength he had, he plunged the entire blade of the dagger into Liadra's chest. Then he pushed it down, opening it in two and exposing every one of her internal organs to the sunlight. Nivor Aedostul had killed Liadra