This story develops in a modern society whose inhabitants are very aware of their self -destructive tendencies but cannot resist satisfaction. Carlos del Puente Stories

 This story develops in a modern society whose inhabitants are very aware of their self -destructive tendencies but cannot resist satisfaction.

"You know, it's like seeing a slow -camera car accident," Marcus said, with his smartphone's screen.

"What are you talking about now?" He responded to his brother, Lillo, without looking up from his book. He knew that he finally elaborated studying, so he expected patiently, turning page by page.

"This new application. It is like ... it is as if everyone suddenly had realized that we all rush towards oblivion, but instead of, I don't know, trying to stop it, they are only publishing videos of themselves doing even more ..., as if they did everything well perfect."

Lillo finally looked up, curiosity woke up. "Let me see."

Marcus delivered his phone, showing him the last viral madness: the people who filmed themselves by increasingly dangerous stunts with the hashtag #Yolo. He moved through the clips, each more alarming than the previous one. A boy who rode a skateboard on a stretch of stairs, another boy jumping from a balcony from a hotel to a pool that was definitely too shallow, a couple of boys playing planted on the railroad tracks courageing the pride of the pride for the one who took the last one before the imminent arrival of the iron of the train of the train that was already a few meters from them. It is there the pulsation of the superstimulation that similar phenomena produces in the body in its effects to orgasms meaning in all parts of the body.

"It's as if they were addicted to their own potential disappearance," he murmured, moving faster.

"Exactly," Marcus nodded, his eyes illuminated with the same macabre fascination for the experience of the mortal danger. "It is as if we were all seeing the world and our own body on a bonfire located in the public square, which instead of turning it off, they are adding fuel with the fat itself to the fire resulting from its pyromaniac will."

The room was silent for a moment while both contemplated the absurdity of everything. Then, Lillo spoke again.

"But why do we find it so entertaining?"

Marcus shrugged. "Because we are part of that, I suppose. It's as if everyone was looking for an emotion to distract us from the fact that we will all end in the same way."

The silence spread, full of weight of its tacit zstd understanding. The only sound was the soft buzzer of the air conditioning and the rumble of traffic out of its window.

"Maybe we should give it a chance," Lillo suggested, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Marcus's head got up. "What?

But he was already agitated, his bright eyes with a dangerous idea that caused royal creaks in its brain mass. "Come on, live a little. Who knows, maybe go viral."

And with that, he ran out of the room, leaving Marcus to contemplate if he really knew his brother. 

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