The library of the future was full of
a multitude of books of Humanity.
Each of its shelves, yet another piece of eras
which never disregarded continuity.
Upright guards of history
the precious books were watching over
each person entering
that living room
and they were studying their rareness
as they sat upon the wooden armchairs
in order to have a dialogue with the chameleon.
They were always surprised
by how long he could withstand
without talking
until it was the turn
of strategic rationality
thereafter.
But he obtained this attribute
ever since the brain
played on with the pieces of reality.