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My relationship with Jenifer during work is completely "aseptic" and professional, we continue with a strict, sober, labour and regulatory treatment between the two, though as it is natural and human, there is some small erosion of the official coldness in favor of more personal trust. But on the other hand, since I'm field marshal and President of the military Government 24 hours a day, and she, is Army Lieutenant, attached to the Presidency, also full-time, us is impossible for everything be strictly personal. We strive that the discretion be the main rule in our volcanic relationship.
So as I told already,  I'm so happy and stimulated by the latest news, officially optimistic we could say, and while the general has had to leave and going to his urgent work to continue deporting conspirators toward the work camps, I tell my Secretary over the intercom:

— Lieutenant, I need my medicine. Accurately dosed, please.

— Right away, Sir — she answers it.

So a few moments later, she enters my Office with a cup of Kopi Luwak coffee, with Bayley´s Cream in a small tray, with the exact proportion that turns this combination on an elixir of the gods, (I am not God) though I drink it at inconvenient time, since it is rather a beverage of the table talk. This coffee was requisitioned in a high religious centre which was closed permanently by Real democracy because of their illegal activities, their fanaticism for Government grants. Their strange motto was: for the Government and for the people, there are no debts.

Except her smile there is no other expression not statutory or official, at my office. Her efficiency and delicacy in the little things and details, make me think that any wife which be so exquisite in loving to her husband, this is converted into Marshal and President...  of the land of no-country, only that I am, really. I am not thinking this for cynicism, but because women may also be Presidents or Queens, etc. While I´m stiring the sugar in my cup, I summarize her in a few words, the good news that I just received. She is also happy for the news, although she was sure about the innocence of the Minister, but she amazed at such evil against a single man..

— Something else, Sir? —

My Secretary asks me, while has already withdrawn the coffee service and  is lighting my excellent Havana cigar, (from a confiscation,) in a very skillful and effective way as ever. For this I usually use a flamethrower in miniature, a work of very elaborate craftsmanship, which gave me for my last birthday, the incendiary logistics section chiefs.

— No, thanks Lieutenant. Everything is perfect. —

Then she leaves the office and I stay alone, very well, quiet and comfortable, and intellectually stimulated, smoking placidly, I start to read the order of the day again, which as I have already said, is especially important in all senses. I'm reading:

... meanwhile, what did was happening among Cro-Magnon men? — General X continues. Remember the reader that we had left the reading at the first contacts and acceptance of Neanderthals between the Cro-Magnon.  — It seems much more delicate guessing the item "sapiens", i.e., the Cro-Magnon, which we sincerely believe that they are still halfway between the project and abortion all around the world by misterious "Neanderthal reasons"...  Just one thing: Cro-Magnon have not disappeared, but it has multiplied himself amazingly despite everything that is contrary to him; these forces of the lie, from the past, from the mists of time which despite their brutality unfit for life, it not have been able (it´s impossible) erase the evolutionary essence from Cro-Magnon, capable of rational life or better, only suitable for a rational life. So, on what could else have evolved Cro-Magnon?.. Toward where do they want that we should evolve, while they continue as fixed "supervisors"of the evolution?  Supervisors for a not foreseen thing in the assumptions of power, so we could say that evolution is in itself same revolutionary. We make a radical distinction between evolution and illegality; put a bomb in a Ministry is illegal, (moreover it is harmful to them) the evolution is something else...  illegal too, despite the one which is evolving, and of the one which doesn´t allow evolving, too. The frowned upon evolution, the most avoided at all costs  by those who wield power, poachers in the midst of the "homo sapiens". Under our modest point of view, are necessary two words about the "demographic success" of Cro-Magnon: Nean-Cro, as we know too well, is basically a (very perverse) hunter so as such, he prefers that the preys are many, innumerable, how more, better, in their "sophisticated" environment. So we can say that  the dominant power has sought always that births of preys were numerous, in Asian proportions, we would say in the West. If we add that a man is always a despair, (under the Nean-Cro premises), they got that frustration and despair went crazy these preys in the main and essential issues of the existence, by what the Cromagnon preys, are virtually to the mercy of power almost unconditionally, without any suspicion by the part of those. With these  individual births, still so many, it can be configured blind masses, hungry societies, confused and desperate people, and so on.. and from there, it forming the armies, police, workers, etc. all this 'hunt', all this "stuff", these human materials, with which can be done whatever that they want.

We consider that could be an important and exciting scientific work, get to set the exact number of human beings that would live on Earth under the inedit Cromagnon premises; surely it would be a smaller number, without prejudice to the fullness of the human species in all the Earth.. anyway a world as it must be, according the rationality and freedom own of Cromagnon, would be incomparably better, with the exact (sapiens)  pleasure and intelligence, a world not only better but simply objective, rational... We know how frightening indication that during thousands of years, the power and his wars, always impregnated with religion, have killed systematically the best of us, on every occasion: youth, intelligent ones, and the huge drama of the destruction of lives, without kill overall: the maimed ones, lost property, missing persons, unbearable insecurity, deceased relatives, the (apparent) political impotence of the State, etc. Millions and millions of "preys" have had to live with such burdens, that which they call crisis.. like right now, when most we are a few centimeters more within the shit. And they have not finished yet... it will be more centimeters very soon: I am also delighted to see you, Nean-Cro. I wish that the ass of your mother would be behind...! Since you're the absolute shit. The "quickshits" that engulf us.

— Our General X has its lyrical outbursts. I like them. A lot...— I think sincerely. — He is a clear example of a long life in freedom, and a short lived militarily... But a great scientist, above all