For Ademir Jesus Morales Rojas.
Sandro Botticelli
ending for the third time his masterpiece, uncertainty still harassed him because of the unique circumstances of the delay in its full conclusion.
And yet, the original birth of Venus may not have been as enigmatic as the emergence of his personal version of this: nights ago had painted the body of the goddess snowy covered by the mantle of hours, and an inexplicably Sandro next day, when going to his work, after a night of restless dreams, was astounded to find full nudity exposed Cythera in the shell. Then one night later, I had forgotten this incident unprecedented gentle smile he had provided the beautiful face of the goddess, expressing great joy to give beauty to the world and the next day but that smile was not already in the work as a gesture of infinite sadness melancholy took their place firmly. Botticelli
knew very well what was the source of his hallucinations and restlessness: Simonetta Vespucci
favorite model of his paintings, who posed for Venus, and some of his Madonnas, was about to marry Julian de Medici.
This will have long been immersed in an intolerable depression: not eating, not fully rested in his sleep. His love was consumed in silence, we exhausted the will to live and create, how much it had cost to portray his thoughts lady next to the hated rival, Julian, in the play, "Venus and Mars"! Everyone worshiped the Medici, his wealth had given them the power and the government of Florence, and yet to Botticelli, though protected from the same family all that flow of goods would have undoubtedly changed by a loving caress of the young beauty Florence. Today
carried out a desperate attempt, he would confess his love to Simonetta, in a quote she had given her at midnight, in the solitude of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore. He looked back
his magnum opus, the enigmatic and surprising sadness of Venus rising, the pain of that beautiful face and overwhelmed that did nothing but confuse you more, closed the doors of his workshop and came out to walk the crowded streets of Florence.
On the way met his teacher, the wise elder Marsilio Ficino. He said the strange events that had been experimenting with his painting, he mentioned in passing technicalities related to the model, Simonetta, though Ficino said here certain tremors in his voice, the Neoplatonic philosopher made no comment, but only looked at at him and advised him
-Be wary of this reality we live in, everything is a dream that in any time may be split, seeking truth beyond the ordinary and rather than find it, you'll find yourself in it: the simple materiality, the Academic and yours and have taught us that only one step up to the universe absolute beauty, the supreme good, the One ... your artistry is only an indication of the route, not the route itself, is imperfect and variable ...
But the top of the old philosopher understood and had no place in the tormented soul of Botticelli, but nodded in silence and pretend to be attentive, Simonetta background, beautiful, pervaded his whole being, painfully.
The teacher then dismissed politely who in turn looked at him in an uncertain, as if divining the hidden truth of the heart of the young artist. This, however, preferred to go for his confessor who put all their trust, the monk Savoranola.
That night, amid the silence and shadows of the empty interior of the cathedral, where Sandro was able to enter through the intercession of Friar Savoranola, at that time of enormous influence in all spheres of life in Florence, Botticelli pondering contemplating perfection unattended the dome, Brunelleschi creation. He did not expect much when he sneaked Simonetta Vespucci, accompanied by a lady of confidence. The young woman separated from her companion and went to Sandro amicably, with the confidence of years of modeling for him, and thoroughly evaluate the high sensitivity and talent of the fine artist. But Botticelli, hesitantly at first, soon took courage, and he took his admiration without measures with a tender passion that touched the heart of the beautiful blonde.
- So many times I tried to reach you with my painting, to touch, to feel!, And yet the easel, canvas and brushes were a barrier hateful to me, now do to one side, away definitely looks : Now I say this with truth clinging to my words: when he painted the light of Venus thought of your light, and while searching the mystery of divine beauty, not pursuing some ideal, but the secret of your own heart.
She Simonetta, listened flushed, bent the face full of emotion, but suddenly as if something pushed her, as if another person took possession of his being, I take the thin face of the young artist in his white hands and said voice surprisingly severe: "Nothing I can do
friend, to change the path of fate, this fate, but if you persevere and so I died a hundred times a hundred times and look for me, and if I still remain in the distance, and you call me , then I will respond, and you'd know my voice heard. This will be our sweet little secret. And
staring between the caressing shadows of Santa Maria del Fiore, broken only by the soft light of candles, she approached her short red mouth of Sandro, who passionately kissed the face of the Venus which I never felt so heavenly.
But suddenly, on hearing the sound of footsteps nearby, she broke a start, and looking sadly for the last time Botticelli, walked quickly with her companion to leave the cathedral.
Sandro knelt down and extended a trembling arm had left was where the future consort of Giuliano de Medici, as emulating his own creative act to try to fix Absences have life, real life.
suddenly rose, and as having taken a resolution unchanged, it was decided to go after her. Almost at the exit of the imposing church, he took a clean sweep over the tall silhouettes of two masked men, one of whom spoke with indignant voice:
- So bite the hand that feeds you, but foul and ungrateful!
And to the amazement of Botticelli, the screaming man was discovered, showing the angry face of Giuliano de Medici.
"The Medici You in the street, we pay your education, and buy your trash, miserable" tonelito "and thus tarnishing corresponds promised me with your effeminate hands, with costs now! Bug On Guard!
and drew his long rapier, the other figure, still hidden in his coat sarcastically chuckled when he saw the challenge of Sandro Juliano, stepped back taking a hand to his mouth, saying, unintentionally, a great fear.
- I said he drew! As a man dies, not the dog you are ...
But Sandro only encouraged him draw his own half of sprat, as thin and as purely ornamental, with her delicate hands of a sublime artist. Then he began to tremble with fear and tears came thick curtains in your clear face. Noticing such
helplessness, Juliano de Medici, made a gesture of disdain, Botticelli pushed his gun and shot through the shoulder cleanly.
The painter fell back, giving a sharp cry of pain with her thin voice.
- Bah, Girolamo finish it! Then Juliano
hurried out of the Cathedral alone. Botticelli
collapsed and bleeding, stopped her crying and still holding his wounded shoulder was plunged into the deepest and disappointed surprise to see the face of Savoranola Fraile, beloved confidante, his spiritual mentor, the person who took his layer, discovered, ready to order Juliano. Savoranola
an insidious smile bestial in his face, he drew from his robe a long knife and approached the fallen.
"This is for not obeying my instructions to save your soul, you should have stopped painting pagan heresies, the world's end is approaching and you have to purify it ... now you'll see as I start to do so.
Botticelli, already weak from loss of blood, muttered bitterly
- ... You traitor!
Savoranola who had taken the clothes and the helpless painter and raised his dagger harsh to finalize its mission, stopped short, and giving a laugh, two steps away and shouted sarcastically sour Botticelli:
- Traitor? How can you ask for trust and security to another, when you yourself can not even exigírtela your own person? Bug sinner Who are you?
And then threw the knife down, then stared a long time to Botticelli, with a maniacal grin and frightening.
And then ... He took both hands to his mouth and holding the jaws open with unthinkable force, brutal, suddenly sounded as if something was torn, her skin was ... and then followed mousy shrieking and contorted opening jaws and continued further, until it tore the flesh and his heart seemed to turn outward as he peels a fruit. Botticelli
looked stunned, hallucinated, biting both fists seized with a terror of death, and unexpectedly inside listening to the echo the words of his teacher, the philosopher Marsilio Ficino:
, "Do not trust this reality we live in, everything is a dream that any time can be fragmented ... "Soon the grotesque figure
collapsed from a massive pool of blood and its smoldering remains were liquefied quickly to form a crumbly substance. Botticelli
unable to move, almost without feeling the pain of his serious injury because of shock, watched as the liquid, which possesses a particular consciousness, crawled toward the base of a monument of marble and accumulated there in silence. Then began a sucking sound, and brilliant and foul excrescence was absorbed little by little at the base of the monument. Sandro
Then, maddened, on the verge of collapse, watched as the statue base was supported by the thirsty, the giant representation of a huge and athletic David, work of a famous young artist known as Michelangelo Buonarroti, the titanic figure of four meters pure marble, opened his eyes and went to him aching with unmistakable intent.
While David went down from its base with incredible agility, and emitting a sound as if his stone chest was full of bees, Botticelli was foaming from the mouth Simonetta while thinking and his words:
"If you persevere and so I died a hundred times a hundred times and look for me, and if I still remain in the distance, and you call me, then I will respond, and you'd know my voice heard .
the David of Michelangelo, already coming toward him, the alacrity with which he pursues a vermin to crush ...
Botticelli, looked down and mumbled
-Simonetta, Venus ...
Without wanting observed: the David was on him, his mole maddening, overwhelming, his face contorted with hatred and fury ...
closed his eyes. Again
Ficino.
"seek the truth more beyond the ordinary and rather than find it, you'll find yourself in it. "... Cinthya
-Simonetta. Koki Michio
Then he opened his eyes and jumped up and prevented it colossal hand crashed on the beautiful tile floor of the cathedral. His clothes were no longer those of a Renaissance painter, his girdle hung a useless and no spit, his long dark coat pulled out his special weapon for use by Blade Runner, and she fired several stalking charges against the Titan. Powerful legs
marble crumbled in many rock fragments, with the impact of expansive shots, but David dropped the monster threw a slap Koki against the wooden benches and many church property, with such force that suddenly it was all a shower of debris, chips, and smoke. The candle fell to the ground and the building and its contents caught fire. The torso of David, he crawled on the floor like a grotesquely before escaped from his circle to Dante and his huge arms began to drop Michio furious fists against Koki, who imprisoned and half buried in the rubble was unable to do anything but shoot did the monster murderer. The cyborg body Koki could hardly resist the devastating impact it smashed into the ground with extreme violence. Still
fought bravely, and pointing his weapon with little strength she had, gave a final burst against the head of David, that releasing a high-pitched hum, rumble collapsed completely between rock and clouds of smoke.
Exhausted and dying, and feeling the heat from the flames that were coming slowly, Koki, Cinthya thought in his parents, Andrew and Lain ... Almost without forces
looked cloudy when the figure of the old philosopher Marsilio Ficino, was inclined to help. Koki
was left to do: Ficino helped him sit up, and both left the Cathedral in flames.
I took half of the square, away from the crowd of officials and volunteers who came to quell the blaze.
- Who are you?
"Here I am known as Marsilio Ficino, the philosopher, translator of Plato, master artists," replied the old man, but his voice changed as he did this time Simonetta, when added, but I'm not even human, my name is Moquei and I am a CAD (Autonomous Awareness Data) are several in the accumulation of which we form, which also command, and we come here, to the virtual region Wilber, going to call our friends in the Orpheus Group. A traveler famous of them, a man called Tochiro Shatov consciousness, spoke well of you, and before the unknown on their way to the limits of being, looking for lost consciousness Ayanami, his daughter, asked us supporting you in your battle against Apocalypse generated by AI Plus.
Koki, barely conscious, said: "He was Savoranola
, right?
"If it was his costume in this alternative virtual physical world of infinite number; IA Plus you save a lot of fear, you know you can destroy their plans for total control over the physical universe and the virtual world that is why seeks to annihilate you and your loved ones, he caused the disaster-Moon Phase Space Center and your partner clones stored there.
Listen, we know that the end is coming, the physical and virtual realities are on the verge of collapse, but this is inevitable merger possible to avoid further hardship for many individuals as possible, the project Nexus: it is necessary to carry it out, my group of CADS think so, but not others, and are on the side of AI Plus. The CADS allies
IA Plus try to protect the secret of caring for the exact location of the project Schelley, one of the stills comatose, one source of virtual reality under their control, the other is Ayanami, the daughter of Shatov is why the Orfeo Group, which helps to prevent falls into the hands of the hosts of AI Plus.
After placing it safely to your friends, Cronian Space Center, the Library brought you to Alamut, which was only known whereabouts of Hassan-i-Sabbah, did you get the secret and now you're there in that big place, connected to software relating to this period, which for personal reasons, decided to visit, to see the work of Botticelli, and I think which to approach this consciousness called Cinthya in the figure Simonetta-Koki shook. "To know you were here my partner Mima, she was the Lady Simonetta, and I Morquei as Ficino, introduced us to this alternative version of the Italian Renaissance to contact you and help you get out of here unscathed.
-old do not understand, I'm dying.
"If in fact you Koki die here in this area alternative but wake up in the physical universe, and you shall go through from the moment you put it safely to your friends and leads you to Hassan-i-Sabbah and Alamut bilblioteca. Physical reality begins to vice, it is possible to alter it somewhat, and we now proceed again but knowing your inquiries and that you have our continued support and the Orpheus Group.
- Cinthya What? "Koki asked yet reached its last breath.
"You'll have to keep looking even more than a hundred times maybe.
When the walls of the cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore collapsed in flames just then Michio Koki, died. Marsilio Ficino
then took the faded Botticelli and took him home, where his wounds and after a few days the young man returned to his studio.
Authorities in Florence, the Medici, alarmed by the disaster, tried to keep secret any details, and blamed everything on Savoranola, sought to arrest him, but since the night of the fire and never knew it.
The government decided to spread the false rumor that had been burned at the stake and urgently ordered a game to re-build damaged buildings and monuments. Buonarroti
reluctantly agreed to redo his David, but did not grant allocated to the new Cathedral.
Soon it was as if nothing had happened.
One morning in which Botticelli had been busy burning their mythological works, religious fear overwhelmed by the terrible event as he was wounded by the dagger of Luciano de Medici, it seems he vanished and no longer sought to remember anything else, his soul saturated with terror by the imminent end of the world was announced in the incendio.-one morning then knocked on his door.
was a messenger boy, telling him that his master looked Marsilio Ficino, who had been unable to locate to a guest who attended the funeral of Simonetta Vespucci, who remarried shortly before he died from tuberculosis. Sandro Botticelli
informed him the messenger who would deliver the note to his teacher. Closing the door ran drowned in tears at the feet of his work "The Birth of Venus."
He looked for a long time with a torch in his hand. Then turned the gun and touched the face of Cythera with the touch of a finger. Not destroy it for the world, even though already know, with a painful certainty, that his art could never achieve the elusive secret of her beauty, the treasure trove that could only ever had experience in the soft and ineffable Contact Venus last kiss.
And yet, the original birth of Venus may not have been as enigmatic as the emergence of his personal version of this: nights ago had painted the body of the goddess snowy covered by the mantle of hours, and an inexplicably Sandro next day, when going to his work, after a night of restless dreams, was astounded to find full nudity exposed Cythera in the shell. Then one night later, I had forgotten this incident unprecedented gentle smile he had provided the beautiful face of the goddess, expressing great joy to give beauty to the world and the next day but that smile was not already in the work as a gesture of infinite sadness melancholy took their place firmly. Botticelli
knew very well what was the source of his hallucinations and restlessness: Simonetta Vespucci
favorite model of his paintings, who posed for Venus, and some of his Madonnas, was about to marry Julian de Medici.
This will have long been immersed in an intolerable depression: not eating, not fully rested in his sleep. His love was consumed in silence, we exhausted the will to live and create, how much it had cost to portray his thoughts lady next to the hated rival, Julian, in the play, "Venus and Mars"! Everyone worshiped the Medici, his wealth had given them the power and the government of Florence, and yet to Botticelli, though protected from the same family all that flow of goods would have undoubtedly changed by a loving caress of the young beauty Florence. Today
carried out a desperate attempt, he would confess his love to Simonetta, in a quote she had given her at midnight, in the solitude of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore. He looked back
his magnum opus, the enigmatic and surprising sadness of Venus rising, the pain of that beautiful face and overwhelmed that did nothing but confuse you more, closed the doors of his workshop and came out to walk the crowded streets of Florence.
On the way met his teacher, the wise elder Marsilio Ficino. He said the strange events that had been experimenting with his painting, he mentioned in passing technicalities related to the model, Simonetta, though Ficino said here certain tremors in his voice, the Neoplatonic philosopher made no comment, but only looked at at him and advised him
-Be wary of this reality we live in, everything is a dream that in any time may be split, seeking truth beyond the ordinary and rather than find it, you'll find yourself in it: the simple materiality, the Academic and yours and have taught us that only one step up to the universe absolute beauty, the supreme good, the One ... your artistry is only an indication of the route, not the route itself, is imperfect and variable ...
But the top of the old philosopher understood and had no place in the tormented soul of Botticelli, but nodded in silence and pretend to be attentive, Simonetta background, beautiful, pervaded his whole being, painfully.
The teacher then dismissed politely who in turn looked at him in an uncertain, as if divining the hidden truth of the heart of the young artist. This, however, preferred to go for his confessor who put all their trust, the monk Savoranola.
That night, amid the silence and shadows of the empty interior of the cathedral, where Sandro was able to enter through the intercession of Friar Savoranola, at that time of enormous influence in all spheres of life in Florence, Botticelli pondering contemplating perfection unattended the dome, Brunelleschi creation. He did not expect much when he sneaked Simonetta Vespucci, accompanied by a lady of confidence. The young woman separated from her companion and went to Sandro amicably, with the confidence of years of modeling for him, and thoroughly evaluate the high sensitivity and talent of the fine artist. But Botticelli, hesitantly at first, soon took courage, and he took his admiration without measures with a tender passion that touched the heart of the beautiful blonde.
- So many times I tried to reach you with my painting, to touch, to feel!, And yet the easel, canvas and brushes were a barrier hateful to me, now do to one side, away definitely looks : Now I say this with truth clinging to my words: when he painted the light of Venus thought of your light, and while searching the mystery of divine beauty, not pursuing some ideal, but the secret of your own heart.
She Simonetta, listened flushed, bent the face full of emotion, but suddenly as if something pushed her, as if another person took possession of his being, I take the thin face of the young artist in his white hands and said voice surprisingly severe: "Nothing I can do
friend, to change the path of fate, this fate, but if you persevere and so I died a hundred times a hundred times and look for me, and if I still remain in the distance, and you call me , then I will respond, and you'd know my voice heard. This will be our sweet little secret. And
staring between the caressing shadows of Santa Maria del Fiore, broken only by the soft light of candles, she approached her short red mouth of Sandro, who passionately kissed the face of the Venus which I never felt so heavenly.
But suddenly, on hearing the sound of footsteps nearby, she broke a start, and looking sadly for the last time Botticelli, walked quickly with her companion to leave the cathedral.
Sandro knelt down and extended a trembling arm had left was where the future consort of Giuliano de Medici, as emulating his own creative act to try to fix Absences have life, real life.
suddenly rose, and as having taken a resolution unchanged, it was decided to go after her. Almost at the exit of the imposing church, he took a clean sweep over the tall silhouettes of two masked men, one of whom spoke with indignant voice:
- So bite the hand that feeds you, but foul and ungrateful!
And to the amazement of Botticelli, the screaming man was discovered, showing the angry face of Giuliano de Medici.
"The Medici You in the street, we pay your education, and buy your trash, miserable" tonelito "and thus tarnishing corresponds promised me with your effeminate hands, with costs now! Bug On Guard!
and drew his long rapier, the other figure, still hidden in his coat sarcastically chuckled when he saw the challenge of Sandro Juliano, stepped back taking a hand to his mouth, saying, unintentionally, a great fear.
- I said he drew! As a man dies, not the dog you are ...
But Sandro only encouraged him draw his own half of sprat, as thin and as purely ornamental, with her delicate hands of a sublime artist. Then he began to tremble with fear and tears came thick curtains in your clear face. Noticing such
helplessness, Juliano de Medici, made a gesture of disdain, Botticelli pushed his gun and shot through the shoulder cleanly.
The painter fell back, giving a sharp cry of pain with her thin voice.
- Bah, Girolamo finish it! Then Juliano
hurried out of the Cathedral alone. Botticelli
collapsed and bleeding, stopped her crying and still holding his wounded shoulder was plunged into the deepest and disappointed surprise to see the face of Savoranola Fraile, beloved confidante, his spiritual mentor, the person who took his layer, discovered, ready to order Juliano. Savoranola
an insidious smile bestial in his face, he drew from his robe a long knife and approached the fallen.
"This is for not obeying my instructions to save your soul, you should have stopped painting pagan heresies, the world's end is approaching and you have to purify it ... now you'll see as I start to do so.
Botticelli, already weak from loss of blood, muttered bitterly
- ... You traitor!
Savoranola who had taken the clothes and the helpless painter and raised his dagger harsh to finalize its mission, stopped short, and giving a laugh, two steps away and shouted sarcastically sour Botticelli:
- Traitor? How can you ask for trust and security to another, when you yourself can not even exigírtela your own person? Bug sinner Who are you?
And then threw the knife down, then stared a long time to Botticelli, with a maniacal grin and frightening.
And then ... He took both hands to his mouth and holding the jaws open with unthinkable force, brutal, suddenly sounded as if something was torn, her skin was ... and then followed mousy shrieking and contorted opening jaws and continued further, until it tore the flesh and his heart seemed to turn outward as he peels a fruit. Botticelli
looked stunned, hallucinated, biting both fists seized with a terror of death, and unexpectedly inside listening to the echo the words of his teacher, the philosopher Marsilio Ficino:
, "Do not trust this reality we live in, everything is a dream that any time can be fragmented ... "Soon the grotesque figure
collapsed from a massive pool of blood and its smoldering remains were liquefied quickly to form a crumbly substance. Botticelli
unable to move, almost without feeling the pain of his serious injury because of shock, watched as the liquid, which possesses a particular consciousness, crawled toward the base of a monument of marble and accumulated there in silence. Then began a sucking sound, and brilliant and foul excrescence was absorbed little by little at the base of the monument. Sandro
Then, maddened, on the verge of collapse, watched as the statue base was supported by the thirsty, the giant representation of a huge and athletic David, work of a famous young artist known as Michelangelo Buonarroti, the titanic figure of four meters pure marble, opened his eyes and went to him aching with unmistakable intent.
While David went down from its base with incredible agility, and emitting a sound as if his stone chest was full of bees, Botticelli was foaming from the mouth Simonetta while thinking and his words:
"If you persevere and so I died a hundred times a hundred times and look for me, and if I still remain in the distance, and you call me, then I will respond, and you'd know my voice heard .
the David of Michelangelo, already coming toward him, the alacrity with which he pursues a vermin to crush ...
Botticelli, looked down and mumbled
-Simonetta, Venus ...
Without wanting observed: the David was on him, his mole maddening, overwhelming, his face contorted with hatred and fury ...
closed his eyes. Again
Ficino.
"seek the truth more beyond the ordinary and rather than find it, you'll find yourself in it. "... Cinthya
-Simonetta. Koki Michio
Then he opened his eyes and jumped up and prevented it colossal hand crashed on the beautiful tile floor of the cathedral. His clothes were no longer those of a Renaissance painter, his girdle hung a useless and no spit, his long dark coat pulled out his special weapon for use by Blade Runner, and she fired several stalking charges against the Titan. Powerful legs
marble crumbled in many rock fragments, with the impact of expansive shots, but David dropped the monster threw a slap Koki against the wooden benches and many church property, with such force that suddenly it was all a shower of debris, chips, and smoke. The candle fell to the ground and the building and its contents caught fire. The torso of David, he crawled on the floor like a grotesquely before escaped from his circle to Dante and his huge arms began to drop Michio furious fists against Koki, who imprisoned and half buried in the rubble was unable to do anything but shoot did the monster murderer. The cyborg body Koki could hardly resist the devastating impact it smashed into the ground with extreme violence. Still
fought bravely, and pointing his weapon with little strength she had, gave a final burst against the head of David, that releasing a high-pitched hum, rumble collapsed completely between rock and clouds of smoke.
Exhausted and dying, and feeling the heat from the flames that were coming slowly, Koki, Cinthya thought in his parents, Andrew and Lain ... Almost without forces
looked cloudy when the figure of the old philosopher Marsilio Ficino, was inclined to help. Koki
was left to do: Ficino helped him sit up, and both left the Cathedral in flames.
I took half of the square, away from the crowd of officials and volunteers who came to quell the blaze.
- Who are you?
"Here I am known as Marsilio Ficino, the philosopher, translator of Plato, master artists," replied the old man, but his voice changed as he did this time Simonetta, when added, but I'm not even human, my name is Moquei and I am a CAD (Autonomous Awareness Data) are several in the accumulation of which we form, which also command, and we come here, to the virtual region Wilber, going to call our friends in the Orpheus Group. A traveler famous of them, a man called Tochiro Shatov consciousness, spoke well of you, and before the unknown on their way to the limits of being, looking for lost consciousness Ayanami, his daughter, asked us supporting you in your battle against Apocalypse generated by AI Plus.
Koki, barely conscious, said: "He was Savoranola
, right?
"If it was his costume in this alternative virtual physical world of infinite number; IA Plus you save a lot of fear, you know you can destroy their plans for total control over the physical universe and the virtual world that is why seeks to annihilate you and your loved ones, he caused the disaster-Moon Phase Space Center and your partner clones stored there.
Listen, we know that the end is coming, the physical and virtual realities are on the verge of collapse, but this is inevitable merger possible to avoid further hardship for many individuals as possible, the project Nexus: it is necessary to carry it out, my group of CADS think so, but not others, and are on the side of AI Plus. The CADS allies
IA Plus try to protect the secret of caring for the exact location of the project Schelley, one of the stills comatose, one source of virtual reality under their control, the other is Ayanami, the daughter of Shatov is why the Orfeo Group, which helps to prevent falls into the hands of the hosts of AI Plus.
After placing it safely to your friends, Cronian Space Center, the Library brought you to Alamut, which was only known whereabouts of Hassan-i-Sabbah, did you get the secret and now you're there in that big place, connected to software relating to this period, which for personal reasons, decided to visit, to see the work of Botticelli, and I think which to approach this consciousness called Cinthya in the figure Simonetta-Koki shook. "To know you were here my partner Mima, she was the Lady Simonetta, and I Morquei as Ficino, introduced us to this alternative version of the Italian Renaissance to contact you and help you get out of here unscathed.
-old do not understand, I'm dying.
"If in fact you Koki die here in this area alternative but wake up in the physical universe, and you shall go through from the moment you put it safely to your friends and leads you to Hassan-i-Sabbah and Alamut bilblioteca. Physical reality begins to vice, it is possible to alter it somewhat, and we now proceed again but knowing your inquiries and that you have our continued support and the Orpheus Group.
- Cinthya What? "Koki asked yet reached its last breath.
"You'll have to keep looking even more than a hundred times maybe.
When the walls of the cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore collapsed in flames just then Michio Koki, died. Marsilio Ficino
then took the faded Botticelli and took him home, where his wounds and after a few days the young man returned to his studio.
Authorities in Florence, the Medici, alarmed by the disaster, tried to keep secret any details, and blamed everything on Savoranola, sought to arrest him, but since the night of the fire and never knew it.
The government decided to spread the false rumor that had been burned at the stake and urgently ordered a game to re-build damaged buildings and monuments. Buonarroti
reluctantly agreed to redo his David, but did not grant allocated to the new Cathedral.
Soon it was as if nothing had happened.
One morning in which Botticelli had been busy burning their mythological works, religious fear overwhelmed by the terrible event as he was wounded by the dagger of Luciano de Medici, it seems he vanished and no longer sought to remember anything else, his soul saturated with terror by the imminent end of the world was announced in the incendio.-one morning then knocked on his door.
was a messenger boy, telling him that his master looked Marsilio Ficino, who had been unable to locate to a guest who attended the funeral of Simonetta Vespucci, who remarried shortly before he died from tuberculosis. Sandro Botticelli
informed him the messenger who would deliver the note to his teacher. Closing the door ran drowned in tears at the feet of his work "The Birth of Venus."
He looked for a long time with a torch in his hand. Then turned the gun and touched the face of Cythera with the touch of a finger. Not destroy it for the world, even though already know, with a painful certainty, that his art could never achieve the elusive secret of her beauty, the treasure trove that could only ever had experience in the soft and ineffable Contact Venus last kiss.
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