Chapter 14
The Soria Soriator of Soria
Soria. Excellent Provincial Council of Paris, independent, despite its strange name, which may induce confusion. Form of government: Soria dictatorship. Head of State: Soriator. Neighboring countries: Baskonia, Musarana, Chanchin del Norte, Chanchin del Sur, Technocracy, and Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. It also borders an unexplored territory known as Selvas. Soria has a surface area of 414,000 square kilometers and a population of 81,000,000. Traditionally, this nation has been a producer of cereals, timber, meat, and excellent butter. However, since the New Soria Order, the country has a significant heavy industry, highly advanced technology, and a well-preserved army. Its modern arsenal is now equipped with the perfected time bomb. The magicians of Soria are very strong, although not as strong as the technocrats. They have the advantage of numbers. For every esotericist in our country who answers to the ruling party, there are a thousand Soria occultists there.
The origins of Soria are uncertain. According to the doctrine defended by our State, we can speak of two completely different Sorias: one ancient, ancient, and now vanished. Another current one, possessed by the Anti-being, has replaced it. Still according to the theory, an enormous and powerful malevolent spirit has descended from heaven to alter the souls of men. It has changed the Russians, the Sorias, and is striving to enter the Technocracy. The goal of this malevolent entity is to destroy the world; if that's not possible, it will leave the buildings and objects produced by technology intact, but ruin human beings, corrupt them, and transform them into Sorias.
Technocratic wizards, who consult the astral memory of the cosmos, sometimes find impossible records, filled with absurd information. They speak not only of countries that no longer exist today, but of states that never existed. For example, after exhausting mental efforts, they have managed to piece together fragments that form a mosaic of data without interpretation.
Apparently, a country "existed" that, we know, never existed: Spain. For that undestroyed piece of astral memory, this Spain "was" a state in the reality of another Earth (another cosmos). What's more, Soria wasn't the great country we know, but merely a province of that nation. However, this doesn't mean that Spain occupied the current territory of Garduna, Selvas, Chanchin del Norte, and parts of other countries. This is something completely different from such a linear and simple conclusion. Rather, it seems as if the astral records are telling us about the Earth and its history, not as they were, but rather as they were before being changed. As contradictory as it may seem, there's no other way to express it. It's as if that altered universe and the current one coincided only on certain points. From here on, the divergence erupts in these patches of astral information. This magnetic information was poorly erased, and a new recording would have been made.
If this is true, a powerful hand has forever mutated the past, not only because of the lack of written evidence on the matter, but because historical events have been changed in the realm of facts. The word "soria" (lower case letter) is used to name the person who inhabits the state of Soria. It also qualifies a race: more than physical, mental. "To be a soria": an individual who possesses a soria or anti-Mozart worldview / An image projected by the Anti-being to deceive humanity and destroy it / You are a soria: "You are a traitor."
The Soria Soriator of Soria
Soria. Excellent Provincial Council of Paris, independent, despite its strange name, which may induce confusion. Form of government: Soria dictatorship. Head of State: Soriator. Neighboring countries: Baskonia, Musarana, Chanchin del Norte, Chanchin del Sur, Technocracy, and Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. It also borders an unexplored territory known as Selvas. Soria has a surface area of 414,000 square kilometers and a population of 81,000,000. Traditionally, this nation has been a producer of cereals, timber, meat, and excellent butter. However, since the New Soria Order, the country has a significant heavy industry, highly advanced technology, and a well-preserved army. Its modern arsenal is now equipped with the perfected time bomb. The magicians of Soria are very strong, although not as strong as the technocrats. They have the advantage of numbers. For every esotericist in our country who answers to the ruling party, there are a thousand Soria occultists there.
The origins of Soria are uncertain. According to the doctrine defended by our State, we can speak of two completely different Sorias: one ancient, ancient, and now vanished. Another current one, possessed by the Anti-being, has replaced it. Still according to the theory, an enormous and powerful malevolent spirit has descended from heaven to alter the souls of men. It has changed the Russians, the Sorias, and is striving to enter the Technocracy. The goal of this malevolent entity is to destroy the world; if that's not possible, it will leave the buildings and objects produced by technology intact, but ruin human beings, corrupt them, and transform them into Sorias.
Technocratic wizards, who consult the astral memory of the cosmos, sometimes find impossible records, filled with absurd information. They speak not only of countries that no longer exist today, but of states that never existed. For example, after exhausting mental efforts, they have managed to piece together fragments that form a mosaic of data without interpretation.
Apparently, a country "existed" that, we know, never existed: Spain. For that undestroyed piece of astral memory, this Spain "was" a state in the reality of another Earth (another cosmos). What's more, Soria wasn't the great country we know, but merely a province of that nation. However, this doesn't mean that Spain occupied the current territory of Garduna, Selvas, Chanchin del Norte, and parts of other countries. This is something completely different from such a linear and simple conclusion. Rather, it seems as if the astral records are telling us about the Earth and its history, not as they were, but rather as they were before being changed. As contradictory as it may seem, there's no other way to express it. It's as if that altered universe and the current one coincided only on certain points. From here on, the divergence erupts in these patches of astral information. This magnetic information was poorly erased, and a new recording would have been made.
If this is true, a powerful hand has forever mutated the past, not only because of the lack of written evidence on the matter, but because historical events have been changed in the realm of facts. The word "soria" (lower case letter) is used to name the person who inhabits the state of Soria. It also qualifies a race: more than physical, mental. "To be a soria": an individual who possesses a soria or anti-Mozart worldview / An image projected by the Anti-being to deceive humanity and destroy it / You are a soria: "You are a traitor."
The Soria Soriator was the undisputed leader of his country. He wielded a power analogous to that of his enemy, the Monitor of Technocracy. All public resources, therefore, were in his hands. This strange man had managed to surround himself with loyal collaborators. When a Soria reached a high office, the Soriator ordered him to do his business inside a wide-mouthed jar, which he then kept safe. At the slightest infidelity on the part of the official, the dictator's magicians would force an evil spirit into the container, which would destroy the astral double of the disgraced man, who, moreover, would be shot. Double death. Faced with such a bleak outlook, disobedient people among the leadership could be considered extremely rare.
Whenever the Soria leader issued a decree, he would crumple it into a small stream and then hand it to the secretary. This, in turn, was passed to the designated Kratos, who opened and unfolded it, and, after declaring it, issued the relevant instructions. As for the paper containing the decree in its original state, the official proceeded to further refine it before inserting it into one of the vacant pods of the large capsule that constituted the Archievo.
These little packets, because they came from the Soriator, were called soretes. It was estimated that, per month, the Soriator emitted about a hundred of these. The tradition that the Soriator of Soria emits soretes is found in the Greek soreuo, which means to pile up; "a compact portion of human excrement that is expelled at once." All of this is related to "soricidae": mouse and form (form of mouse). "Family of insectivorous mammals that includes the shrews and other related genera." Hence, on the soriatorial banner, which always presided over the Soriator of Soria, instead of an eagle—as in the analogues of the Technocracy—there was a mouse. These heraldic creatures existed in two varieties: the funeral mouse, the one with folded legs; The other, with its legs extended, furiously displaying two sharp, yellow teeth.
From time to time, the master of Soria, according to his mood or the biological or political necessity of the day, organized spontaneous parades and demonstrations with the help of the unions. Other times, and by his order, the Soria Select Troops marched, carrying thousands of red flags with black shields in the center, banners with rations, etc., at a Soria pace. The officers led each group of two hundred soldiers, carrying, in their extended right hand, a dried rat's paw; in the other—their left arm raised straight and equal—a swathed hand.
The Soria soldiers sang sinisterly, with unfriendly faces, completely terrifying, while marking time with their boots, ritually military:
Hard Soria, pure Soria,
Soria, head of Extremadura.
Hard Suria, pure Soria,
Soria, the head of Extremadura.
Hard Soria...
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Whenever the Soria leader issued a decree, he would crumple it into a small stream and then hand it to the secretary. This, in turn, was passed to the designated Kratos, who opened and unfolded it, and, after declaring it, issued the relevant instructions. As for the paper containing the decree in its original state, the official proceeded to further refine it before inserting it into one of the vacant pods of the large capsule that constituted the Archievo.
These little packets, because they came from the Soriator, were called soretes. It was estimated that, per month, the Soriator emitted about a hundred of these. The tradition that the Soriator of Soria emits soretes is found in the Greek soreuo, which means to pile up; "a compact portion of human excrement that is expelled at once." All of this is related to "soricidae": mouse and form (form of mouse). "Family of insectivorous mammals that includes the shrews and other related genera." Hence, on the soriatorial banner, which always presided over the Soriator of Soria, instead of an eagle—as in the analogues of the Technocracy—there was a mouse. These heraldic creatures existed in two varieties: the funeral mouse, the one with folded legs; The other, with its legs extended, furiously displaying two sharp, yellow teeth.
From time to time, the master of Soria, according to his mood or the biological or political necessity of the day, organized spontaneous parades and demonstrations with the help of the unions. Other times, and by his order, the Soria Select Troops marched, carrying thousands of red flags with black shields in the center, banners with rations, etc., at a Soria pace. The officers led each group of two hundred soldiers, carrying, in their extended right hand, a dried rat's paw; in the other—their left arm raised straight and equal—a swathed hand.
The Soria soldiers sang sinisterly, with unfriendly faces, completely terrifying, while marking time with their boots, ritually military:
Hard Soria, pure Soria,
Soria, head of Extremadura.
Hard Suria, pure Soria,
Soria, the head of Extremadura.
Hard Soria...
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The Monitor, seeing them march in a news report passed off as private, commented with admiration: "Damn, what good soldiers. I hope one day I can convince them to fight for me, as allies, and not against me."
Monitor, guilty of being naive, sometimes seemed unaware of how much the Sorias detested him, and above all, the degree of aversion felt toward him by the Soriator, their supreme leader, for whom hating him was almost the sole reason and purpose of his existence.
The Twelve Syndicate Lineages of Soria shared power with the Soriator, at least at the beginning of his dictatorship. They were twelve extremely powerful men—all from union backgrounds, naturally—with functions similar to those of the terrible Council of Ten in Venice. However, there was a difference: while there the Doge was an almost decorative figure, here even the Twelve Syndicate Lineages were considered Soriator. They proceeded cautiously, trying to infiltrate and gradually replace him in his duties. But the Soriator realized this, unfortunately for them, and in a purge, he had them all killed, after forcing them to endure three months of the most miserable torture. Ripping off their testicles with pliers was the most harmless thing he did to them.
But while the lineages were destroyed forever, the unions survived. Thus, the zone delegates, like tiny simplifying political commissars, continued with the crushing, sinister philosophy of their minimal militancy.
Relatively close to the city of Soria—capital of the country of the same name—next to the Milanos River and in a place covered in heathland, lay the town of Calatanazor. It is claimed (although many historians deny this) that Almanzor, the great Muslim leader, was defeated a thousand years ago. This village, surrounded by medieval walls, had a very ancient ruined castle and sarcophagi from the Celtiberian period. Among the monuments, the Padilla castle stands out, "one of the most strategic fortified enclosures of the Duero line defenses, rebuilt by Don Juan de Padilla in the mid-15th century. Remains of the keep and part of the turrets remain. From it, you can see a beautiful landscape over the Sangre Valley, the fields of Calatanazor, where, according to legend, "Almanzor lost his drum."
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Soria Soriator had a delusion that not even his closest associates knew about, because he didn't trust them: he believed himself to be the reincarnation of Almanzor, the invincible leader of the Mogres. He had decided to build a stronghold for himself in Calatanazor, and he chose this place for two reasons. First, because it had few inhabitants. This Soria, who hated everyone, also hated the Sorias themselves and was sick of seeing them. Second, it was a way of honoring Almanzor and saying: "Don't worry, leader. They say they defeated you here, although I don't believe it. No matter how strong it is, they're not going to throw me out even if they throw a million hundred-ton tanks at me." Therefore, this man from Soria, who didn't even love the Sorias themselves, since he abhorred them almost as much as he abhorred technocrats and Russians, who didn't even love himself, nonetheless venerated a single being whose life had been lived by a thousand masters before his own: Almanzor.
Taking refuge in his Villa Fuerte, the Soriator gave his orders from there through microphones and magnetic tapes, without seeing a single person for long periods. Sometimes, through a small Gothic window in his room, he would thoughtfully gaze at the paramos with endless solitude.
Occasionally, he consoled himself with a solitary act and, in his fantasy, imagined defecating on the beautiful breasts of Luz Perfecta Ferreira Soria, and that both of them would reach the ultimate pleasure. More or less, with slight variations, the same thing always happened, for the Soriator didn't have much of an erotic imagination. He worked with the beloved ghost until he covered up the crude equations of his poverty. Then he would awaken to the horrible reality, discover that Luz no longer existed because of the hated Monitor, and cry hysterically, vowing—amid fits of hatred—to create three new armies so that he would be strong enough to invade the Technocracy and take revenge on his enemy.
He planned to put him alive in an iron cage and parade him through every town in Soria. He would have him clean the latrines with his tongue and then rape him, slowly skin him, gouge out his eyes, and cut off his hands and feet, etc. The most legendary tortures seemed too little to him. Any atrocity was a pitiful and paltry thing for him, considering that because of that infamous man, he suffered the theological curse of a lack of love. The other, for his part, who had no idea of the mystical wrath he aroused in Soria, and who would have been greatly surprised had he known (for he was innocent, at least in this), continued going about his business in Monitoria, the Central Technocracy, thinking of him very rarely, and on those few occasions, as a potential ally. That's how clueless he was.
The people of Medinaceli also participated—unwittingly, of course—in Soriator's madness. This town, built 1,200 meters above sea level, had a triple-arched Roman arch, and "also from the Roman period, there remain stretches of walls made of large ashlars. A magnificent Gothic collegiate church. Numerous palaces and mansions. Almanzor is supposedly buried on one of the nearby hills."
There, then, the master of Soria had a temple built in honor of the only man he admired. He invented a cult and ordained priests exclusively for the duties. They had been warned that if they revealed this secret delusion to anyone, they would all be burned alive. This would happen even if only one of them were guilty and the others innocent. The others were not likely to disobey.
Monitor, guilty of being naive, sometimes seemed unaware of how much the Sorias detested him, and above all, the degree of aversion felt toward him by the Soriator, their supreme leader, for whom hating him was almost the sole reason and purpose of his existence.
The Twelve Syndicate Lineages of Soria shared power with the Soriator, at least at the beginning of his dictatorship. They were twelve extremely powerful men—all from union backgrounds, naturally—with functions similar to those of the terrible Council of Ten in Venice. However, there was a difference: while there the Doge was an almost decorative figure, here even the Twelve Syndicate Lineages were considered Soriator. They proceeded cautiously, trying to infiltrate and gradually replace him in his duties. But the Soriator realized this, unfortunately for them, and in a purge, he had them all killed, after forcing them to endure three months of the most miserable torture. Ripping off their testicles with pliers was the most harmless thing he did to them.
But while the lineages were destroyed forever, the unions survived. Thus, the zone delegates, like tiny simplifying political commissars, continued with the crushing, sinister philosophy of their minimal militancy.
Relatively close to the city of Soria—capital of the country of the same name—next to the Milanos River and in a place covered in heathland, lay the town of Calatanazor. It is claimed (although many historians deny this) that Almanzor, the great Muslim leader, was defeated a thousand years ago. This village, surrounded by medieval walls, had a very ancient ruined castle and sarcophagi from the Celtiberian period. Among the monuments, the Padilla castle stands out, "one of the most strategic fortified enclosures of the Duero line defenses, rebuilt by Don Juan de Padilla in the mid-15th century. Remains of the keep and part of the turrets remain. From it, you can see a beautiful landscape over the Sangre Valley, the fields of Calatanazor, where, according to legend, "Almanzor lost his drum."
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
Soria Soriator had a delusion that not even his closest associates knew about, because he didn't trust them: he believed himself to be the reincarnation of Almanzor, the invincible leader of the Mogres. He had decided to build a stronghold for himself in Calatanazor, and he chose this place for two reasons. First, because it had few inhabitants. This Soria, who hated everyone, also hated the Sorias themselves and was sick of seeing them. Second, it was a way of honoring Almanzor and saying: "Don't worry, leader. They say they defeated you here, although I don't believe it. No matter how strong it is, they're not going to throw me out even if they throw a million hundred-ton tanks at me." Therefore, this man from Soria, who didn't even love the Sorias themselves, since he abhorred them almost as much as he abhorred technocrats and Russians, who didn't even love himself, nonetheless venerated a single being whose life had been lived by a thousand masters before his own: Almanzor.
Taking refuge in his Villa Fuerte, the Soriator gave his orders from there through microphones and magnetic tapes, without seeing a single person for long periods. Sometimes, through a small Gothic window in his room, he would thoughtfully gaze at the paramos with endless solitude.
Occasionally, he consoled himself with a solitary act and, in his fantasy, imagined defecating on the beautiful breasts of Luz Perfecta Ferreira Soria, and that both of them would reach the ultimate pleasure. More or less, with slight variations, the same thing always happened, for the Soriator didn't have much of an erotic imagination. He worked with the beloved ghost until he covered up the crude equations of his poverty. Then he would awaken to the horrible reality, discover that Luz no longer existed because of the hated Monitor, and cry hysterically, vowing—amid fits of hatred—to create three new armies so that he would be strong enough to invade the Technocracy and take revenge on his enemy.
He planned to put him alive in an iron cage and parade him through every town in Soria. He would have him clean the latrines with his tongue and then rape him, slowly skin him, gouge out his eyes, and cut off his hands and feet, etc. The most legendary tortures seemed too little to him. Any atrocity was a pitiful and paltry thing for him, considering that because of that infamous man, he suffered the theological curse of a lack of love. The other, for his part, who had no idea of the mystical wrath he aroused in Soria, and who would have been greatly surprised had he known (for he was innocent, at least in this), continued going about his business in Monitoria, the Central Technocracy, thinking of him very rarely, and on those few occasions, as a potential ally. That's how clueless he was.
The people of Medinaceli also participated—unwittingly, of course—in Soriator's madness. This town, built 1,200 meters above sea level, had a triple-arched Roman arch, and "also from the Roman period, there remain stretches of walls made of large ashlars. A magnificent Gothic collegiate church. Numerous palaces and mansions. Almanzor is supposedly buried on one of the nearby hills."
There, then, the master of Soria had a temple built in honor of the only man he admired. He invented a cult and ordained priests exclusively for the duties. They had been warned that if they revealed this secret delusion to anyone, they would all be burned alive. This would happen even if only one of them were guilty and the others innocent. The others were not likely to disobey.
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