Destiny Sorrow by Rod Galves (recommended ebook reader .txt) 📕

man, however, was not interested in the view and knocked his feet to the ground impatiently.

“You,” Pharaoh said to one of the guards, “prepare room 1515. I will go there after I got rid of Garreth.”

“Yes sir!” Answered the woman in the armor and walked out of the mat until she was lost sight of.

“Should I call in a new security guard?” Asked the man inside the other armor.

“It will not be necessary. This ziggurat is the safest place in the world. Well, after God's Air Temple. No one would be stupid enough to attack this place.”

The security guard accepted the order and continued escorting Pharaoh to a large meeting room.

Sitting at the round table was a black-skinned man wearing a dark asymmetrical suit with yellow details. He was bald and possessed a goatee.

“It is an honor to see you,” said the man to Pharaoh.

“Forget the formalities,” said Tess picking up a bottle of whiskey. "I'm having a bad day and you still come here to bother me.”

“Right... Straight to the point.” Continued Garreth. “The Chaos Containment Centers are my responsibility; you can't go tightening the laws like that.”

Tess looked with disdain at the politician as he poured the drink into a yellow glass.

“Of course, I can. I'm the Pharaoh. Besides, if you could keep the chaotic ones under control, as is your obligation, none of this would be happening.”

“The centers are already inhuman!” Said Garreth hitting the glass table which caused the security guard to move towards him. But Pharaoh made a sign and he stopped. “If you make the situation worse to them, there will be riots! And if they revolt, they'll join the Chaos Agents!”

“Oh, but what about the last escape of a CCC?” Asked the Pharaoh drinking. “It was your personal center and more than forty chaotic escaped!”

“It was an isolated case! If you do this, you will lose all the other Centers!”

“Isolated case, is it? Well, I heard you were used. Did a pretty chaotic face seduce you? I might as well start an investigation and find out your whole relationship with them, but it would be more of a headache. You may still be a public figure, but I'm the one who decides the future of CCCs. And don’t even think going to ask for help from that friend of yours in the media, it’s just going to worsen everything. Now you can retire.”

Garreth got up and the security guard began to pull his arm.

“I'm warning you: This will cause mass escapes! It has nothing to do with my personal life! I'm asking for what will keep the order of the country!”

The politician was taken out of the room leaving Pharaoh alone with his whiskey.

“You wanting to help the order... It's a joke.” He talked to himself while finishing his drink.

A communicator whistled up the sleeve of Tess's tunic and the voice of the woman's guard was issued.

“Room 1515 is prepared for your visit. Entry into the premises was prohibited as you requested.”

“Speaking of chaos...”

The Pharaoh took a deep breath and found his guard outside. The two went through more treadmills until they reached a corridor further to the center of the ziggurat with the lower celling and narrower corridors, where the other guard was.

“Do not let anyone in,” the Pharaoh said. “And don't even think about spying, or you know what your destiny will be.”

The guards stayed behind, and Tess walked down the aisle to a large double metal door. He went to a panel, entered the password and the doors opened.

Inside there was a small empty room and another identical door in the background. Upon entering the room, the passage closed behind him and entered a new password opening the new pair of doors.

Inside was a luxury room. The most expensive furniture there was, the floor and walls were white and a huge screen on the wall that simulated a window watching the city.

“From all that you can observe you keep choosing this city.” said Tess. “Gardenia has many paradisiacal visions for you to keep looking at it.”

The man was talking to a woman lying on a couch watching the screen. At the age of twenty-five, she had the same skin tone as Pharaoh and long brown curls that passed from her waist. She was wearing a simple, completely white dress.

“That's where I'd like to be.” The woman spoke with a machine in her throat, making her voice extremely high. "You won't let me out.”

Tess snared and went to the liquor booth to get another glass of whiskey.

“Talk to me in your normal voice, this modulator I gave you annoys me! Zizi, you know I'm the Pharaoh. I'm already risking letting you live here. And I give you all the good and the best. It has company androids and even a parrot! You know they're extinct, don't you?”

“I don't want robots or a parrot! I want to go out, make friends, have human contact!”

“Now you don't want the parrot, but when you were fifteen, you kept asking for one! It's not my fault you were born that way. If I could choose you would have another destiny. It's here or a Chaos Containment Center.

“It is not true!” cried the woman. “Even if I wanted to go to a CCC you would prohibit. That would tarnish your reputation.”

“Here is much better than any CCC. I've had a long day and wish I could relax a little bit with you, but it seems like here I just get more stressed.”

Zizi stood up and looked bravely at the Pharaoh.

“You don't want to relax with me, you just want to escape your responsibilities for a while. We haven't been well together since you came to this damn place.”

Now it was Tess who got up and walked towards the door.

“Well, I'm not going to stay here to listen to these things. I really wanted you to enjoy life with what I give you. There's no other option for you. It's fate.”

He left the room, and the woman