“Of course,”
“As we know this meeting is a special one, a very important national topic will be discussed, and our audience is wondering if the presence of the Head of the Armies of the Amian Confederation is appropriate in this circumstance.”
“Our agenda includes many meetings, as you know. Many issues will be reviewed, but the national ones will be discussed privately.”
“Another question from the audience… They are wondering if the Amians, by sending their Head of the Armies, are, in a way, flexing their muscles to dissuade us from going further with our New World vision, a vision that grants The League a better place among the empires.”
“General Konu is here at our invitation. Therefore, I assure you that, none of this is accurate.”
“Supervisor Oina, thank you for your time.”
I couldn’t focus on the interview; he completely controls my attention. The feeling of losing it in Konu’s presence is funny. But deep inside, I feel sad every time I see him, talk to him, touch him. As progress goes both ways, it gives a solution, but at the same time, it creates a bigger problem.
We did make big progress in altering our DNA as we stopped the aging of the body, The League’s seniors look like healthy people in their 30s, but we couldn’t stop the aging itself. He and I, we know that my time is coming soon. I am 98 years old.
I met him a couple of years ago, and since then, I decided to write my thoughts as I badly needed a confidant to talk to about him. Unfortunately, I am lonely. My leadership position isolates me from my peers. The only thing that can filter all the sadness and transform the rest into a beautiful tragedy is the writing. It provides me with a light companion and an escape to meditate and think. I know that he writes too, but we never gave up ourselves fully to admit that. We didn’t give up our defenses either, at least not instinctively. In a way, the reason could be that we still didn’t believe that this is happening to us at this point in our lives. The Service reports and theories about us were more gossip than accurate. Some speculated that because I had such little time left, as the best predictions went from just three to four years. So, I decided to live fully and enjoy life as much as possible and with a powerful a man, if possible.
Others suspected that Konu is really in love, as he is an orphan, and through me, he can satisfy both the feelings of the mother’s affection and the love of a partner at the same time. Another theory suggests that he is enjoying this relationship only to satisfy his big ego and compensate for his complex of solitude.
Our Service wrote that he is playing me in every aspect, as he knows that I am depressed and afraid of my approaching death. They think I became easy prey for an ambitious man like him. The Amian Service believes that I am playing him for our advantage, as I am wise and accomplished through all my years in leadership. I have twice his age and his experience, plus I am a very powerful woman that could eat the best man or woman on the planet for breakfast, or even create them if I wanted.
After three days of cameras, interviews, and flashes, an official dinner party for the high-end district personalities began. First, I spotted Dismar with his tuxedo moving slowly towards me. He wasn’t interested in the amazing hostesses we had tonight. Perhaps he is looking for something else, a DNA pill, maybe? Looking at him closely makes me think that Konu finally found the perfect disciple, one who has the potential and the will to learn, will serve faithfully, and gives him some company. Also, Dismar found a true master who can shield him, educates, and inspires him, and makes his life meaningful again. I've been observing them now for quite some time. They create a unique dynamic that is starting to reflect on both. Dismar is not the broken soldier with an unbearable life anymore, and Konu is shifting slowly from the isolated master who is looking only for wisdom to a more of an open person enjoying life, finally.
“Here you are, handsome as ever! Dismar, how are you?”
“Thank you for inviting me, Miss Oina.”
“For you, it’s just Oina. There are no cameras here.”
“I see, then let's make out fast before he shows up.”
“In your dreams!”
“How are you, Oina. Is he taking care of you?”
“Yes, he is, and by the way, where is he?”
“I left it with your Services, as you requested. Don’t tell me you guys lost him...”
“Maybe...”
“Oh, no!”
“Relax, settle down. He is in my suite. Wow! All that worrying about him…”
“Don't scare me, please. I'm having a nice time here. Nice party, by the way.”
“Is that why you ignored the nice hostess I picked up for you? What are you looking for, Dismar?”
“I don't know…something more, I guess.”
“More, in what sense?”
“Alright, there he is. I need to go, and you know very well what I'm looking for, Oina.”
As soon as Konu stepped out of the elevator, Dismar excused himself and took off. I like that boy a lot.
“A drink, maybe?”
“After that pill? No, thank you. Nothing will beat that.”
“Yes, I know.”
“What time you need to go?”
“I am still waiting for the envelope. I’ll go anytime soon, I guess.”
“Please remind them what we have or will have. As you already know, no one has it nicely like you guys. All of us struggle to contain one another while your women
