Intro
Me complace mucho saludaros, En Hive intentaré compartir con vosotros la forma poco convencional que tengo de hacer las cosas. La palabra que mejor me define es “curiosidad”, también “explorar y descubrir” palabras muy comunes en todos nosotros, lo peculiar aparece en mis gustos, los cuales me reservaré para otro momento. Hoy aprovecharé para contaros una historia, porque me encantan las historias narradas, me fascinan tanto que puedo llegar a ver a los personajes haciendo las cosas como si tuviera un VR, mientras me narran las anécdotas. Quien quiera continuar, está invitado.
Hello Hive, my name is Jesus, but I call myself Mazakotten since I started on the Internet "WEB 1.0", that world where there was no Gmail or Hotmail, a "meta-verse" quite limited by the TLF account and the PC you used. Quickly, 5 years went by, ADSL arrived and then WEB 2.0; that was a leap similar to the PS2 to PS3. I loved chat rooms, I learned to type very fast, and by the time I was 17. I didn't need to look at the keyboard to type. I consider myself lucky to know the origin because in another country I would not have been able to live that transition.
I am very pleased to greet you. In Hive, I will try to share with you my unconventional way of doing things. The word that best defines me is "curiosity", and also "explore and discover" words very common in all of us, the peculiarity appears in my tastes, which I will reserve for another time. Today I will take the opportunity to tell you a story because I love narrated stories, they fascinate me so much that I can get to see the characters doing things as if I had a VR, while they narrate the anecdotes. Whoever wants to continue, is invited.
El prólogo de mi aventura en Hive, se ambienta en una fantasía donde el protagonista, acostumbrado a la abundancia, es exiliado y condenado a una vida apartada de sus lujos; tras de cumplir su injusta condena es liberado y se percata que la vida (EXISTENCIALISMO)… Hasta que migró a una tierra de oportunidades, muy lejos de aquello que brillaba y no era oro.
- - Del 2 al 3 - - -
Así que Cargué mi mochila y me fui caminando hasta la frontera de un nuevo mundo. Tras cruzar una ventana temporal que brillaba con una luz muy cálida, me encontré ante las puertas de aquel mítico lugar. Mientas mis ojos se acostumbraban al brillo, divisé una mano que me daba la bienvenida, eran una conocida joven que se presentó como @soy-laloreto, aquella doncella es la encargada del puesto migratorio, nos dió una clase magistral de lo que podíamos encontrar del otro lado de la puerta, la primera semana en aquel lugar pasó extremadamente lenta, no perdí la atención en ningún momento; por ejemplo, la jefa de la guardia, @goragii, nos enseñó a luchar para defendernos de posibles ataques; Aprendí sobre los pregones y la prensa escrita con @arlettemsalase y así he ido aprendiendo de Hive, me comentaron de los cuasidicos @elizabeths14 y @victoriabsb; y como olvidarme del escriba @jauregui98, se que hay mas personas, supongo que toda guardia oscura debe haber un @jonsnow1983. De momento no Abriré la puerta con las llaves maestras, tengo que dominar los encantamientos de ocultación. Pero se que del otro lado de la puerta voy a encontrar aquel universo que tanto imaginó aquel pueril @Mazakotten.

The prologue of my adventure in Hive is ambient in a fantasy where the protagonist, accustomed to abundance, is exiled and condemned to a life apart from his luxuries; after serving his unjust condemnation he is released and realizes that life (EXISTENTIALISM)... Until he migrated to a land of opportunities, far away from that which glittered and was not gold.
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One day I went out to visit my sister, and I got the Lord of the Internet in the secondary distribution closet working his magic, when I returned home, I had been disconnected. Then I was immersed in a dark cave where information stagnates and opportunities are drowned, after a hard process of purification and abstinence, I saw a light that transported me to past times when chatting with friends ones was a plan of days. To leave was to start again because in that cave had remained my ego, my attachment, the data and the balance; the catharsis of those emotions made me feel like a foreigner in my land after 18 long months. Now free, somewhere between the shorts and ChatGTP, I found out that Edge was back on stage and so on with many other things. Thanks to a Colombian woman who had bare feet and was crippled forever I decided that "I couldn't live like that anymore" because I do believe that millions of flies can be wrong.
So I loaded my backpack and walked to the border of a new world. After crossing a temporary window that glowed with a very warm light, I found myself at the gates of that mythical place. While my eyes got used to the brightness, I saw a hand welcoming me, they were a young lady who introduced herself as @soy-laloreto, that maiden is in charge of the immigration post, she gave us a master class of what we could find on the other side of the door, the first week in that place passed extremely slowly, I did not lose my attention at any time; for example, the head of the guard, @goragii, taught us how to fight to defend ourselves from possible attacks; I learned about the written press with @arlettemsalase and so I have been learning from Hive, I was told about the jurists @elizabeths14 and @victoriabsb; and how to forget the scribe @jauregui98, I know there are more people, I guess that every dark guard must have a @jonsnow1983. For the moment I won't open the door with the master keys, I have to master the concealment incantations. But I know that on the other side of the door, I will find that universe that young @Mazakotten imagined so much.
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