La chica platinum./ The platinum girl.
En la siguiente historia, cada personaje corresponde a un material conocido y se hace la similitud a la electronegatividad de cada uno, con la riqueza que poseen.
Allí estaba, sentada en una esquina, siempre esbelta, arrogante, no quería que nadie la tocara, que nadie la mirara, ni siquiera que nadie la pensara. El mejor salón de la fiesta estaba reservado para ella, los mejores refrigerios (“neepes and tatties”, “burgers”, “chips”), siempre lo mejor sólo para ella. Siempre viviendo en su burbuja para no tener que ver nada con el resto del mundo. Al lado de ella su mejor amiga, la chica dorada. Con la misma actitud, implacable, infalible, refinada, nunca equivocada. Todos las rodeaban en los salones externos de la fiesta. A pesar de que no compartían con ellas tenían el consuelo de verlas a través de una pequeña ranura en la persiana de la puerta principal. Qué alegría verlas, todos murmuraban, que suerte tenían esa noche, se sentían privilegiados, valió la pena haber venido. Cuando entre al salón VIP me saludaron con alegría, yo te conozco, Tito, ¿verdad?, no, Tito es mi hermano, respondí, mi nombre es Al y mi apellido es Moni. Por supuesto, ya recuerdo, dijo. ¿Cuándo llegaste?, ¡que sorpresa!, que bueno que viniste. Continua...
In the next story each character represents a known metal and their electronegativity is related with the wealth of each one.
There she was in the corner seat. Always elegant, always arrogant, she did not want been touched, she did not want to be seen, she did not want even been loved by anyone. The best place of the party was reserved only for her. The best neeps and tatties, the best burger, the best chips, only for her. Get used living in her own bubble away from anybody else. The golden girl was with her at all times. Also with the same cruel attitude, ruthless, coldblooded, always right never wrong. The main room was full of them in the centre of the celebration. Although the rest could not be with them they felt lucky that at least they have visual access through a tiny space in the door´s blind. They were so happy watching them at least for a second, it was worthy had been coming, each of one thought for themselves. When I got into the social club vip room all greet me enthusiastically. I know you!, she said, your name is Tito, right?. No, I said, Tito is my brother. My name is Al and my surname is Moni, I continued. Of course, she replied, what a nice surprise, when did you come?, it is good to see you here!. To be continued...
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