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Satori (nombre), del japonés: instante de conciencia súbita o de iluminación individual; el primer paso hacia el nirvana. Transcurre el otoño de 1951 y la guerra de Corea está en pleno apogeo. Nicholai Hel, de veintiséis años, ha pasado los tres últimos en prisión incomunicada, a manos de los americanos. Hel es maestro de la hoda korosu o «matanza sin armas», habla fluidamente varios idiomas y ha afinado su extraordinaria «sensación de proximidad», conciencia adicional ante una presencia peligrosa. Posee las aptitudes para convertirse en el asesino más temible del mundo y en este preciso momento la CIA lo necesita. Los americanos le ofrecen la libertad a cambio de un modesto servicio: trasladarse a Pekín y asesinar al delegado de la Unión Soviética en China. Evidentemente, se trata de una misión suicida, pero Hel acepta, por lo que tendrá que sobrevivir al caos, la violencia, las sospechas y las traiciones mientras se esfuerza por alcanzar el objetivo final del satori: la posibilidad de la comprensión verdadera y la armonía con el Universo. El éxito de ventas que fue el origen de todo: SHIBUMI Nicholai Hel es el hombre más buscado del mundo. Nacido en Shanghai tras el caos de la Primera Guerra Mundial, Hel es hijo de una aristócrata rusa y de un misterioso alemán, así como protegido de un maestro de go japonés. Sobrevivió a la catástrofe de Hiroshima y se convirtió en el amante más refinado y en el asesino más consumado y mejor pagado del mundo. Hel es un genio, un místico y un maestro de las lenguas y la cultura. Su secreto radica en su empeño por alcanzar una peculiar excelencia personal, un estado de perfección sin esfuerzo, conocido simplemente como shibumi.
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First published June 25, 2010
So when the corporate recruiter looked him up, Chon was available.
To go to I-Rock-and Roll.
Nasty nasty shit in those pre-Surge days, what with kidnappings, beheadings, IEDs severing sticks and blowing off melons. It was Chon’s job to keep any of that shit from happening to the paying customers, and if the best defense is a good offense,
well…
It was what it was.
And with the right blend of hydro, speed, Vike and Oxy it was actually a pretty cool video game--IraqBox--and you could rack up some serious points in the middle of the Shia/Sunni/AQ-in-Mesopotamia cluster-fuck if you weren’t too particular about the particulars.
Chon likes to keep meetings short.
Learned that in a book, Things They Don’t teach You at Harvard Business School.
A short meeting is a good meeting.
He drives down to Dago, finds the house in Golden Hill he’s looking for, and parks on the street. Wakes the shotgun up (“We’re there”), crosses said street, and knocks on the door.
Tire Iron opens it.
Big wooly motherfucker, heavy hairy shoulders showing under the wifebeater.
Chon puts the shotgun to T.I.’s throat and pulls the trigger.
Guy’s head goes ballpark.
(Fun Dog!)
Something they don’t teach you at Harvard Business School.
‘Savages, How to Deal With.’
Savagely.
(O-BAM-a!) Now they walk around like white frat boys in Bed-Stuy, talking tough to show they aren’t scared as the urine streams down their chinos into their cordovans. Obama has these dweebs so turned around all they can do is get behind some fat junkie DJ, a gibberish-spewing PsychoBimbette from the far North, and a tele-dork who gives adrenaline-crazed, 1950’s-style “chalk talks”(speaking of little white dicks) like some health-class instructor in a sex-offender unit...........



“Something they don’t teach you at Harvard Business School.
‘Savages, How to Deal With.’
Savagely.”
“O knows that Chon is seriously twisted-no, she knows Chon is seriously twisted-but not like day-old-spaghetti-in-a-bowl twisted, like getting off on guys getting their heads lopped off, like that tv show about the British king, every cute chick he f**** ends up getting her head cut off.”
“Ben is a self-described Baddhist, i.e., a ‘bad Buddhist,’ because he sometimes eats meat, gets angry, rarely meditates, and definitely does consciousness-altering substances. But the basics of Buddhism, Ben is down with-
Do no harm.
Which Ben articulates as
Don’t f*** with people.
And he doesn’t think the Dalai Lama would argue with that.”
“They became almost cult like figures.
There developed such a devoted following with such a religious loyalty that they even gave themselves a name.
The Church of the Lighter Day Saints.”
“Elena knows that love makes you strong
And love makes you weak.
Love makes you vulnerable.
So if you have enemies
Take what they love.”
“Chon has always known that there are two worlds:
The savage
The less savage.
The savage is the world of pure raw power, survival of the fittest, drug cartels and death squads, dictators and strongmen, terrorist attacks, gang wars, tribal hatreds, mass murder, mass rape.
The less savage is the world of pure civilized power, governments and armies, multinationals and banks, oil companies, shock-and-awe, death-from-the-sky, genocide, mass economic rape.
And Chon knows-
They’re the same world.”
“Chon like shooting guns.
He likes the feel of metal in his hands, the kick, the blowback, the precision of chemistry, physics, and engineering mixed with hand-eye coordination. Not to mention power-shooting a gun projects your personal will across time and space in a flash. I want to hit that and that is hit. Straight from your mind to the physical world. Talk about your PowerPoint presentations.”

"Whatever happened to morality?"
"Same thing that happened to CD's, replaced by newer, faster, easier technology."