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Ángeles de Polaris (continuación)
—Su nombre es William Urbáez —dijo Alfredo, observando la señal de video que se proyectaba en la oficina de Oliver. —Es un ingeniero ambiental retirado, al parecer cuando terminó su servicio, consiguió una concesión de una desaparecida industria minera con la que le permitieron habitar una de sus antiguas instalaciones en el sector AG433, que como sabemos está inexplorado, y luego de la completa desaparición de la compañía, nadie se acordaba de su paradero, salvo por las compras que regularmente hacía en algunas estaciones de paso en diversos lugares distantes, así que hasta ahora su lugar de residencia había sido desconocido.
—Es decir que, este hombre ha estado viviendo solo, por casi trescientos años, en una zona inexplorada, solamente saliendo regularmente a realizar compras —dijo Oliver.
—Así es, compras, sus revisiones médicas, actualización de nano máquinas, renovación de licencias y documentos, simplemente ha estado llevando una vida común y corriente, pero en completo aislamiento de la sociedad, recurriendo a hacer los trámites esenciales en sitios distantes donde no tuviera mucha interacción humana —dijo Alfredo. —Y por lo visto, según lo he podido averiguar, no es algo anormal entre los ingenieros ambientales retirados, al parecer es una condición común entre ellos, al retirarse, querer apartarse por completo de la sociedad y vivir en aislamiento, pero que se sepa es el primero se ha ido a vivir a una región inexplorada.
—El hábito de una vida en soledad —murmuró Oliver. —Y, ¿qué ha dicho?
—Nada de valor hasta ahora, al parecer quiere hablar con usted —respondió Alfredo.
—Bien, vamos con él entonces.
Aquella era la primera vez en más de doscientos años que interactuaba con más de dos o tres personas al mismo tiempo, siempre había evitado el contacto humano desde su salida del cuerpo de ingenieros, la interacción con otros de su misma especie le incomodaba, desde su salida de la academia y posterior unión al cuerpo de ingenieros, su contacto con los seres humanos se había reducido sólo a las poco frecuentes visita a la central de ingeniería a reportar su trabajo y a buscar nuevas asignaciones.
Poco a poco las relaciones sociales se le fueron haciendo menos comunes, sus rituales se le hacían extraños y poco prácticos, una vida de convivir solo con la inteligencia artificial de su nave o con las LUCY de los mundos en proceso de adecuación, le habían acostumbrado a la practicidad, a dialogar solo lo necesario, a prescindir de halagos o comentarios innecesarios, a la fría amabilidad de sus respuestas, sin preguntas molestas, ni la necesidad de responderlas.
Ahora estaba sentado aquí frente a este hombre que se hacía llamar comandante de policía y del que solo había tenido referencias por varios reportes de noticias provenientes de Polaris, en las que se le ponía en medio de la resolución de varios crímenes particularmente curiosos. Eso despertó su curiosidad por él y su deseo de que fuera el que se encargara de solucionar lo que le estaba afectando, y al parecer no se había equivocado, pues fue poco el tiempo que tuvo que aguardar para que le encontraran. Ahora tenía que someterse a la ceremoniosa tarea de responder sus preguntas.
—Es usted el ingeniero retirado William Urbáez, ¿no es así? —preguntó Oliver de forma retórica.
—Sí, pero eso usted ya lo sabe —respondió William. —Le pido que por favor omitamos lo más posible los protocolos y vayamos al núcleo del asunto. Como ya debe saber no estoy acostumbrado a los rituales sociales, me incomoda tratar con las personas.
—De acuerdo William, entonces vayamos justo al punto de todo esto —dijo Oliver, inclinándose hacia adelante en su asiento. —Dígame, ¿por qué mato a esas mujeres?
—Creo que usted está equivocado conmigo, aunque supuse que así sería —dijo William, en su tono casi robótico. —Yo no mate a esas mujeres, ellas vinieron a mí en ese estado, yo solo dispuse lo más dignamente que pude de sus restos.
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Angels of Polaris (continued)
-His name is William Urbáez," said Alfredo, observing the video signal projected in Oliver's office. -He is a retired environmental engineer, apparently when he finished his service, he got a concession from a defunct mining industry with which he was allowed to inhabit one of their old facilities in the AG433 sector, which as we know is unexplored, and after the complete disappearance of the company, nobody remembered his whereabouts, except for the purchases he regularly made in some way stations in various distant places, so until now his place of residence had been unknown.
-"That is to say, this man has been living alone, for nearly three hundred years, in an unexplored area, only going out regularly to make purchases," said Oliver.
-That's right, shopping, his medical check-ups, updating his nano machines, renewing his licenses and documents, he has simply been leading an ordinary life, but in complete isolation from society, resorting to doing essential errands in distant places where he didn't have much human interaction," said Alfredo. -And apparently, as far as I have been able to find out, it is not something abnormal among retired environmental engineers, apparently it is a common condition among them, when they retire, to want to withdraw completely from society and live in isolation, but as far as I know, he is the first one who has gone to live in an unexplored region.
-The habit of a life in solitude," Oliver murmured. -And what has he said?
-Nothing of value so far, apparently he wants to talk to you," answered Alfredo.
-Well, let's go to him then.
That was the first time in over two hundred years that he had interacted with more than two or three people at the same time, he had always avoided human contact since his departure from the engineering corps, interaction with others of his own species made him uncomfortable, since his departure from the academy and subsequent joining the engineering corps, his contact with humans had been reduced only to infrequent visits to engineering headquarters to report on his work and to seek new assignments.
Gradually social relations became less common, his rituals became strange and impractical, a life of living alone with the artificial intelligence of his ship or with the LUCYs of the worlds in the process of adaptation, had accustomed him to practicality, to dialogue only what was necessary, to dispense with unnecessary flattery or comments, to the cold kindness of his answers, without annoying questions, or the need to answer them.
Now he was sitting here in front of this man who called himself a police commander and of whom he had only had references from several news reports coming from Polaris, in which he was put in the middle of solving several particularly curious crimes. That aroused her curiosity for him and her desire that he would be the one to take charge of solving what was troubling her, and apparently she had not been mistaken, for it was only a short time that she had to wait for him to be found. Now he had to submit to the ceremonious task of answering their questions.
-You are retired engineer William Urbáez, are you not? -asked Oliver rhetorically.
-Yes, but you already know that," answered William. -I ask that we please skip the protocols as much as possible and get to the heart of the matter. As you may know I am not used to social rituals, I am uncomfortable dealing with people.
-All right William, then let's get right to the point of it all," said Oliver, leaning forward in his seat. -Tell me, why did you kill those women?
-I think you're wrong about me, though I assumed you would be," said William, in his almost robotic tone. -I did not kill those women, they came to me in that state, I only disposed as worthily as I could of their remains.
Can you imagine that a human being can really live close to 300 years just as a hermit and wandering without effective communication with other people?
Already today there are people who willingly isolate themselves from society, limiting their contact with other humans to a minimum, if life were to be prolonged to such magnitudes as I imagine here, and even more so with the company of an artificial intelligence, it could be the case that this would come to pass. But of course, the causes of this or its effect on the psyche are not under discussion here.
You are right, our condition as social beings, in the current context of modernity, has turned us into a society whose individuals voluntarily isolate themselves.
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