They headed to an elevator. The heart of the agent K, behind a mask separate, leap for joy: at last could be made more useful. At last the world could change. Finally. But as soon as the sliding doors were opened, was seized with anxiety. [...] . The room in which they had entered was slowly broken down into something white. A white button, bright, almost dazzling. He looked at his guide, who was pale. "Now you know the whole truth, Agent K-started." This is not the real world. We do not exist. This is one of the myriad of universes conceived by the mind of writers, philosophers and thinkers. Indeed, every man in her life creates worlds, evolving in his mind. We too have changed. But now the mind that created us is erasing this story to make room for another, better or worse it is. It is our duty to sacrifice ourselves. " In the mind of the agent is crowding thoughts of fear, anger, grief ... "is not right - erupted at the end-I have not started my job, and already I have to die. Where is the justice in that? ". "Flip. Even if we change this world, what do you get? Do not you realize that all this is invented? The only important thing is being able to change the real people. Some of those like us, conceived by great minds, they attract men to the highest peaks of Beauty and Knowledge. Others are spending time, have fun, relax. Last are the Renegades, dragging men into the lowest depths of perdition. Now, if we are able to trigger a spark even in a player just short of our adventures, we can be satisfied. That's what counts. " He saw that he was still upset, and continued: "Now I will trust you a little secret. We do not die. First of all because we have never been alive. But mainly because we are eternal. We are ideas, K. Ideas that are taken from the beginning of human history, change, adjust. All literature is like a huge steaming cauldron, in which writers come and add ingredients, stir and eventually pull out of their soup, always different but always the same. And then, as we have been taken from other stories, so there will be a part of us in future stories. Because the ideas do not die ever. " It ended here, because White had completely absorbed. Agent K remained, alone, surrounded by this white button. He began to be decomposed. Incredibly, he felt no pain. Moreover, in his life he had never really tried. At first realized, with horror, that he had tried, and would not have never had the chance, what it meant to live. Then he remembered the words of his mentor and whispered: "I will not die." The last thing that disappeared was his smile that grew wider.
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