SR IV: The Hitokiri's Tale

Just before leaving the house, a message from sister arrives: "Forgive, o wise Older Brother. I just noticed that you are said that you were arriving to the house first. Quizá me equivoque... Pero creo que no llegaras a tiempo con Madre. Salio de la casa 2 minutos antes de que te hablara.
"Gome-nasai. Quizá debi hablarte en cuanto supe. Pero ella no me dijo nada. Nana told me. So...
If you are arriving to house i will be delighted to see you... Después de mi clase de Tai-chi, la clase de trad-chelo, y mi dos horas con Miss Pedrero if i survive the drowning of her History Tutoring.
"Pero a las 7:00 estaré de regreso. Back from the Titanic sailors. I send you the father's papers about the stocks by the comm. Usual encrypting. Password: Flor. Forgive to interrupt you. See you at eleven."

The small falcon-like icon does a old style geisha dance. Even the traditional fan thing.


"Allright... Maybe she's really growing up, after all" he tought, closing the door. He wasn't in a hurry anymore. Slowly, he took off the white trenchcoat, hanging it beside the door, and wishing he could sleep a bit more, he let his feet take him to the sofa, and then he let himself fall there like a trunk. "I'd liked to made some good use of an extra hour of sleep... but the little rabbit is now proving herself as a falcon," he thought. The idea of his little sister doing Intel for him was both kind of weird, and a proof that she wasn't that small and innocent anymore.
So long she did't took too much intrest into the working field of his brother, or into the same subjects that Father had before...

"Being murdered" he mumbled. "murdered, not just deceased, dead, or gone." Closing his eyes he invoked the painful image for a second, before it was to painful to bear. his muscles tensed, ached, screamed. And with that he woke up. He reached for the small table in front of him, where the two things he needed were lying: the wine, and a cup. It was time for him to work peacefully.

He commanded: "Tatsu, turn table screen on." a dimm light apeared in front of him in the table, beside the wine cup. The light turned into a clear image of a Japan temple made of blue
lines. The commlink avatar apeared in the form of a small blue-colored dragon, awaiting for commands. "Tatsu, now show me the files received during the night." He paused a
bit. If Taka-chan* had sent him something, and he hadn't seen it... maybe there were other's, so he continued: "And readme the received messages that I haven't seen. Filter any spam there."

"De inmediato, Mi Señor." Frag. He hated having the translated version of the OS. It understood him, and was quite efficient, but when it talked, all style was lost. Visually scanning the files, he found the papers sent by the new, shiny Taka-chan. Good encryption program, it seemed. Good fortune she still was on the good side of the family, unlike him. " Now tell the kitchen I'll be having breakfast in half an hour from now. Continental." Not that there were many choices, anyway. He would need to eat fast, that was all. Maybe it was better to arrive home while Sister was occupied, so she didn't made too many questions. She could be changing into a falcon, but she had the curiosity of a hundred cats. The letters aprared in the screen: PASSWORD?

"She said 'flor', huh? The fourth sign is..."

His smile was as wide as his face. Then came in a slow vibrating motion from inside his groins growing up, up to his throat, where it became the seed for the best minute-long laughter he have had in ages. It felt good, even when it hurt to laugh with the bandages and the wound. It was good, and it would help ease the pain, the one he didn't wore on his body.
"Rini-chan has good Zen, too, doesn't she, Tatsu?" Before the avatar program tried to give some coherent answer to such a question he inputed the password.

"CONEJO"

Shadowrun III: Hitokiri's Tale

"Domo arigato... gozaimasu... imooto-san..."

And then a small silence, with the trid images fading, leaving the siluette of Kiharo in a darkness only broken by the dimm blue coming from the commlink. His voice hadn't sounded either warm, loving, or with happy-to-see- you humor. Awakening like that was too much. It took Aiko nearly half a minute, on the other side of the comm, to receive another word from his brother.

Years ago, she would do the same thing, and he would wake up as angry as the troll singer in the trid. Then he would chase Rini-chan* all around the warm house, passing by the huge windows that allowed to see the gray sky and the inmense castle they were living in. And then, running to the back door into the garden, with all of those small plastic-like brushes and flowers that were so in in those years because they could be genengeneered with specifications for the colors and light sources of a particular garden. And so, Kiharo would chase an imooto-san that ran like there was no tomorrow...

And now there he was. In a small condo at the 7th floor of a 20-something floor high building, a sedan parked safely inside at his name, with a wall half hand-painted in all hues of green as the thing best resembling a garden in several kilometers around. Only a single window in the front, with a view to a nondescriptive street. The only other window showing the back of the condo, beside the back door, leading to a 1x3 space that served as "backyard", and home to the waste processor every home needed not to drown in trash the city. It wasn't bad, really. That house was better than the one 85% of the people out there had. It was his alone. It had good food. Oh, yes! Real and artificial food, mostly the second, but no soy-bean or soy-derived product would enter his home. There were no human tutors with close schedules or huge amounts of home studying of politics, finance, economics...

Instead he now had a gun in his hand, another under the pillow, and serveral other small and medium sized weapons hidden everywhere. And an ammunition belt in the other hand. And then, there were the bendages and the pain, and the blood. And the terrible need to be ready always, for the next person to take you by surprise might just be a gigantic troll with an axe trying to kill you bacause you did something to one of his buddies. Or it might just be your sister. As in the old days. Old, as in long time ago, like a lifetime.

No, his voice wasn't warm or conforting. But it wasn't angry either, for the surprise better comes from your little sister than from a gigantic troll. And it was good to be reminded of the good days, for that kept him in focus with his work. Also, it reminded him of reaching his Zen in every minute.

"Rini-chan! I am most grateful for hearing such a thing from you... Si... aprovecharé para darte una visita. Y tomar un poco de comida del refrigerador..."

She started answering but was unable to finish her sentence: "Rini-chan?! ya no soy ninguna Rini, he crecid..."
"Aún usas las pantuflas de conejito, ¿no?" His remark was received with an angry look more false than real, and a series of comments about his own personal habits as a child that she belived he hadn't left behind, incluiding finishing sentences for her. Or answering questions with zen-like riddles.

While they spoke, he searched in the dark for a change of clean clothes and his basic equipment, just in case. Today he was just a citizen, a civilian with no issues whatsoever with any megacorp, or totalitarian goverment.

"¿Eh? ¡oye! ¿Cómo sabes de mis pantuflas?"
"La lechuza no tiene que mirar para saber dónde está el ratón. Llego en media hora, Rini-chan."
Click.

He had hung up before she even reacted to that last one."Calling me again Rini-chan! and... how does he do that, always?" Aiko tought for herself while she let go of her commlink.

Dressed in white, for a change, Kiharo smiled for himslef and said aloud: "She still had those, then. That must be a signal, that my Zen is not that bad, after all".

Taking a last painkiller before leaving, and putting the sunglasses on, he was off. To check some papers in Father office. To bring more clothes. And to eat something nice...

Shadowrun II: Hitokiri's Tale

Not quite sure yet what is happening around him, he lets his hopefully well-trained reflexes get him out of trouble. Even though his mind seemed like a sea of chaos -nothing new, really- the priorities for his survival instinct were clear: "first get away from the troll, then get a grip over
what's going on here", he tought. Creating a strategy in his mind, while trying to look around for tactical position, while keeping distance from an angry troll... that definitely was not what he had planned to do to rest after the last job...

Rolling over himself, Shiroi moves away from the troll and and gets to standing position almost instantly, the gun pointing toward the screaming troll. When he is about to fire, he notices some rather odd things. First, the troll is singing. Second, he's still at his place, safe. Then, after blinking a couple of times in a low, educated voice, he speaks as if saying an order even if nobody is there: "Trideo off"

Slowly, with a more quiet pace he moves back toward the bed. The blue hawk from the commlink turns around, and makes a little genuflection. "Espero no haber interrumpido tus sueños, Hermano Mayor"

The hawk dissolves, leaving a image of a young elven girl, hair the color of cherry tree's flowers. She is smiling. And then she appears to compone herself.

"Madre ha salido ya para la reunion con su corredor de bolsa. Tu me ordenaste avisarte cuando fuera. Algo mencionaste acerca de "una sanguijuela chupasangre" cuando me dijiste eso. Disculpa por favor mi intrusion a tu hogar." The respectful tone of voice is betrayed by the mischievous look in her eyes.

"Pero no te preocupes, no he encendido el video de tu commlink todavia. No quiero ver que clase de compañía traes ahora de tus fiesta de anoche. No quisiera que ella notara mi cara de vergüenza cuando yo vea que es mas bella que tu fea hermana."

Shadowrun I: Codebreaker's Tale

In the late night, the rain keeps falling. Here and there, over the pavement, the oilish water shatter, and the droplets slizze over the plascret, not quite disappearing, taking with themselves a bit of the floor and dissolving it.

A green mist raises from this fight, where the buildings look like giants inm a swamp.
The light of the mercurial lights shows a cloaked figure. The steps sound muted, but quick, nearly desesperate.

The breathing deep, altered by the filter mask, sharp by contrast to the steps. At the end of the block, without losing the step, turns to the left, and stops in front of a door. Instead of a lock, we can see a little numeric keyboard, and the engloved hands typing a code. The mechanical part of the locks sounds, and the figure pushes the heavy door.

The rain stops in the inner corridor, and the sound disappears with the heavy door closing and the secure sound made by the closing of the maglock. A woman dressed in green overall opens the closest door. Tall, a bleached blonde with piercing blue eyes, moves with a lean grace. Her
Russian accent is very heavy

"Did you get the antibiotics?"
Nod from the cloaked figure.
"And the nanovaccine?"
Nod.
"Good. Give them to me"

From inside of the cloak, the gloved hands show a pair of plastic boxes, and they are snatched by the blonde woman, who begins to walk trough a little living room, and arrives in a less small bedroom, where between a par of monitors and some serum dispensers are poised over a hospital bed, where a small girl rests. She is breating shallowly, and pespirating. The nurse comes near to the serum dispensers, takes one of the two plastic boxes, and with a needled
syringe, puts something trough one of the intravenose tube. Then, with a small and quick motion, opens the other box, and takes away a little box with blue lights. She puts it inside of one of the monitor, and switches it on. A little screen lights, and a blue luminescence surrounds the girl. She breaths out, and at her right, a loud breath out sounds. She turns around. And with a furious look in her eyes, points towad the door´s room.

Shadowrun I: Hitokiri's Tale

In the dark, the voice of a woman begins to unchain japanese verses...

"Tatsutagawa "A confused array
momji minarete of red leaves
nagarumeri of Tatsuta River
wataraba nishiki Were I to cross
naka ya taenamu" I Would break a fabric of rich brocade"


The finish of the poetry is the signal for the light to come. A blue light begins to glow delineating a bed, of clear white sheets and the brownish reflection of the simwood. The glow eventually coaleces in a trideo image of a slim hawk, perched on the air. The beak of the hawk opens. and the voice of the woman is heard.

"Kita-chan."
The body on the bed makes no move.
"Kita-chan"
The voice slurs, and changes. Younger and more light, more active and lifelike.
"One-chan… One-chaaaaaaaan… Querido y apreciado hermano mayor... Please answer… Que pena, de veras…"
The body makes no sound.

"I'm so sorry.
54,64,54,bdf
Sister override"

The smoky-gray color of the glassed windows becomes a more tranparente gray, the a barely visible tinted gray, then a clear cristal window. The sun shows between a not-so-clouded sky, shining trough the light dreeze. The blue hawk nods its head twice, and in the center of the
room a tridimensional image the size of a car-wheel appears, becoming a stadium stage where a band of chain-and leather trolls are crushing some musical instruments. And the rhythm of a heart, together with the sound of a bloodcurling synthguitar and three pairs of organic drum
batteries fill the bedroom.

"Youz canz the troll out of the crimez!
Youz canz take the troll out of the ztreetz!
Youz canz take the troll out of the childz!
But youz cannotz take the troll outzide of me!
But youz cannotz take the troll outzide of me!
But youz cannotz take the troll outzide of me!
But youz cannotz take the troll outzide of me!"

From the bed, barenaked, a young man springs, clutching black steel of sleek design. His left hand swerves, pointing the muzzle of the gun toward the different points of the the corners of the bedroom, snake-like. The right hand, with something like life of its own, begins to snap around his naked waist the ammunition belt. Bandages cover the lower part of his chest and the left shoulder. His eyes, big, of a very light brown shade, scan the room for moving figures,
anything that appears to be dangerous. Eventually his gaze focuses on the commlink bracelet, from where the blue hawkl is placidy seated.

In that moment, from the trideo, the lead band troll raises from the trid image and walks toward the gunman slowly, brandishing a huge axe. His voice thunders.

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THE COSMOLOGICAL CONSTANT FOR THE CRYSTALLINE VACUUM COSMIC SPACE MODEL

 J. A. Montemayor-Aldrete1, J. R. Morones-Ibarra2, A. Morales-Mori3, A. Mendoza-Allende1, A. Montemayor-Varela4, M. del Castillo-Mussot1 and G.J. Vázquez1

I. INTRODUCTION
A review of recent cosmological observations suggests a universe that is lightweight (matter density about one third of the critical value), is spatially flat at big scale and in an unexpected way the radial distance between galaxies is increasing at an accelerating rate [1, 2].
The acceleration of the expansion of the radial distance between galaxies which forms the universe requires the existence of energy to overcome the gravitational self-attraction of matter. The cosmological constant also called lambda (written asΛorλ) is a long time candidate for serving as this energy reservoir. In 1967, Zel’dovich [3] showed that the energy density of the vacuum should act precisely as the energy associated with the cosmological constant. Lately, theorists have been dusting its off again and speculating about sources for the energy based on the fleeting particles that wink in and out of existence in vacuum space, according to quantum relativistic mechanics. But calculations based on that idea lead to lambda’s that are 120 orders of magnitude larger than the energy contained in all the matter in the universe [4-8]. And, this last result is based on speculation, of many theorists, that there is a cutoff in the maximum frequency of the oscillation vacuum modes which corresponds to the Planck’s distance of about 10-33 cm [9]. So theorists are exploring different alternatives. For instance, some researchers consider that the cosmological constant arises from different possibilities such as: Local voids or nonhomogeneities in the universe expansion [10, 11], a true Casmir effect on a scalar field filling the universe [12], or give alternative scenarios to a pure cosmological constant provided by a classical scalar field known as quintessence [2, 13-17]; also the self-tuning brane scenario like an attempt to solve the cosmological constant problem have been used [18], and some people use the anthropic principle trying to explain the small value of the cosmological constant [19, 29]. As far as we know there are no experimental data which give support in a conclusive way, to any of the previous models for the cosmological constant problem. In other words, this problem and also its associated one of the acceleration of the universe expansion remain still unsolved.
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The quantum theory of the vacuum considers it as a three dimensional harmonic oscillator. Quantum field theory is notorious for its divergences. The most fundamental one concerns the energy density of the vacuum [9]. In a companion paper, the problem of gravitational stability of an infinite, three-dimensional, vacuum cosmic space with crystalline structure has been studied [21]. Such model assigns physical reality to the three dimensional harmonic oscillator scheme used in quantum theory to describe the vacuum. In this scheme the lattice parameter of the vacuum cosmic crystalline space is of the order of the neutron radius.
The main purpose of this work is to evaluate the cosmological constant arising from such crystalline vacuum cosmic space, and make a comparison with the available experimental data.