2 Session. Part 6
The Merged Trait
It al fliped as the Gods parted to their own realms resetting their bases. As some fought for lower positions to represent widows for example and what else, me exporting their dead husbands, nothing new happened in Olympus really.
The Gathering of the Gods determined characteristics who breeders were installing as some trait that allowed them to strive, to prevail, to prove they own their realm, but Olympus? Watched Charon waiting next to me, we were not leaving. Sometimes, I'm very ambitious and expand beyond measures following the dictamen to letter, other times like others woke up without any hatefulness to stand against and for, it was like oh! I'm Styx, and months have passed without hearing a voice from Zeus. Hera commanded peace in the heavens and as this river descended from the Isle of Fortune and the Elysian Fields, atmospheric as heavenly hosting Gods and Noble Warriors, notorious.
Even when no one was watching this is the pick of the Zenith and found my tribal instincts to be far away from Zeus and Hera's matrimony. Was debating if one soundtrack or the other really, that much I cared the actual evolution.
Blew another empty smoke sensing my daughter Eos revelations, of course, I have raised her. Every month gave her packs of bills to count, her adoptive father Charon ex-changed them from a few of his gold coins. She certainly was raised to be more materialistic than how minimalist she claimed to be, coached her, guarded her, supported her wishes, and always gave her half of my belongings. After all, she is the New Dawn and what best investment there is then having the proof of my very self being reaped from my very best to stand in her own to the leftovers of the world. I just really hated the idea of having her work for others, they all belong to the elder generation, thoughtfully asked Charon as pensive he was "When are you going to ask Zeus for the money?"
I mean, is not that I only want Charon's vessel to travel the souls for the money, or his stick that rocks his boat is not that I never ask him for anything as the devotional wife Hera who loves freedom. On the reverse demandingly, because patience has no ticket return in this river. "And we are not moving till he pays fully, the more the better at once. The fewer losses Char, is an investment. For your own benefit." Of course, my husband is the God of Greed and who would be better for this act. I mean. Look around. Not even the very Zeus had the enlightened idea of what was going on and even if he did, he seemed resilient before Eris and everything it represented. I wan' to be alone. What I'm after takes a push of my own and as many teachings on counting gave to Eos, counted on no one to bring forth the word. So I made my way down a few levels bellow exactly where the prodigal son of Hera, Haephetastus was always. After electrifying her mother and F***ing around the world with Dyonisus he returned by the charming voice of his other best friend Eros to return to Olympus. We had a pact, I made a deal for him in the name of his technology.
It is not that I'm independent and like to do things on my own, smart habits and practices allow me to enter at the right moment and was kind of pursuing numbers and charts, drafts of commerce to this in recognition of his behalf. Gods, as people look at the market place become more objective. It was easy written on wet clay, as the ruler of Babylon was written in cuneiform. He is a funny guy of those who is made only by his mother, as Athena to Zeus, he was mama's boy and certainly liked my presence as every friend of his who was a womanizer, a futuristic poet or rails, armors and everything going metal, wires, nets of wires.
"I definitely like this song, Haepe"
He stood up with open arms to welcome me, he was not really into God's gathering and all that, he was thinking always thinking as his mother, he was everywoman's wish, modeled after a woman wish on her opposite sex. Much to himself, constructive. Praised for the tendencies he broad, from Warcraft items of defense to attacks. From connections of warriors to hackers to protect the company. Not that is easy getting information from the River Styx in order to destroy me. You would flip the coin to guess, enter as many realms and get out to find me and nothing would match. I like those who recollect the water with a ceramic bowl to make tests and make meetings on my name, specializing in the subjects of mine and getting distracted from the samples. It was impossible to get to the bottom, really. Strategists.
They united from different clubs, laboratories, offices, conscientious reunions, and calls by the observance of principles. And my waters are as I say. To what I say, it is. Not necessarily if you are inside the mafia, is kind of the dark side of Olympus. The fun. So after hugging the boy out of the free time of the Olympians, he made me enjoy listening to his last rebellious invention. "So, you are also privatizing your own for less stress and more productive quality, you are learning to manufacture new methods, very well! Is all in the system, the better, the greater trait"
I was not going to talk about our technological pact on frequencies, I mean. I got the head office on my neck, after all, I'm the Goddes of Last Breath, and it is not that I inflict that on others, only, was flown by it. Setting on the corner of his bussy desk, observing his last movements among the informational clutter of his composition, and is part of his masterpiece, alright? Crossing my legs to incline forward admired the sparking potential. It's logical. Perfect. "So you can now monitor the souls while they are alive, but you have them plugged in your algorithm. Zeus is yet not bringing word for the investment and your mother insists on the biological touch, how motherly of hers, isn't it?" Everyone wished to be alone, is not that hatefulness rules the world and the world needs a break, jumping from concepts to conclusions as the program now exists beyond my given charts to prove the trait in the market, found the whole situation too slow, bureaucratic, and taking advantage of the lockdown to do nothing about it really. "So they don't trust me, he? And who said it was to trust me? I'm to be feared and hated! Respected, I don't need non of them to talk to me. I want the deal." Of course, after watching Eris take her leave as the floors of Olympus followed her, that was a weird sensation, could perceive two stages in one, the illusory and the real crossing the dread of specters affected on daily life, Gods and Human beings too trapped in a ghost area, a down gap between pulsating new impulsive waves. "Yes, the recession, right. It has been a high expectancy of results is a matter of resolution, postponing is bogus." If there is something admirable from the high ranks of genious is that they always have a clean record.
Pat on his shoulder as a professional who gave him the underworld's map to engineer the program on his own hands. He knew what to do after he provided me with his interesting occupation. "So you are incubating Zeus information, and he gave it willing it to Hera, good, very good!" Leaned back, proud of the waiting. "I can see" Finding some discomfort in my crouch by seating in the narrow corner of his desk, added to my personality a dissonant tone of thankfulness. "Pleasures, comforts, only Olympia knows! And the International Gods, are they aware or are they still hiding from the apocalyptic threats? The old is dead, there is no other choice Haepe. I'm old and I'm death, but there is something beautiful about this generation. Something keeps me alive." We shared a few talks and laughter on Gods for a while, it was pathetic of ours but funny. It has been a memorable date, he worked well with me, when joking and when serious.
"Did you know that my daughter Eos is coming to celebrate your work? I need you to code it in her body."
