...And so happened that, after certain bitter incident which occurred when he was 20, Hugo Guerrero Marthineitz decided to record every single word he would say, for the rest of his life.
The endeavour was titanic, surreal, insane, but he was insane.
So immediately he ran to the local record store, and bought all the available TDK's.
Day after day, and spending all of his savings, Hugh Marthineitz purchased cassettes to record every single word he would pronounce, and he also bought a small, portable cassette recorder, to take it everywhere he could go.
Soon family and friends realized that this attitude was going too far, but they couldn't do anything to change the Hugh Marthineitz's obsessive, almost obscene recording of every word, conversation, even every sound that his mouth emitted, like burps or varied gargarisms and noises, and he also recorded himself while he washed his teeth, or while he had sex, weird detail that infuriated his girlfriend, and finally made her lose her mind, and she had to be sent to a madhouse.
Some years later, while having sex with a prostitute, she got annoyed for the small cassette recorder that Hugh Marthineitz left there, because he needed to record every noise emitted from his mouth, either words or obscene sighs, but she didn't want to be recorded by a stranger while she gave blowjob, because her blowjobs were very noisy and full of slurp's, flip's and flop's, so she smashed the apparatus against the wall and broke it.
Hugh Marthineitz got batshit insane but, with a leonine effort, he avoided screaming or shouting, because it couldn't be recorded, and just left, and this is what he did anytime he hadn't his radio cassette recorder at hand: just stay silent like a tomb, demented attitude that put him in trouble many times during his life.
The space started turning into a problem as the years went by, because his house was over replete of cassettes:
the recorded ones were carefully filed, including date and hour, as they were recorded, needless to say that Hugh Marthineitz had to be changing every cassette when every side was completed, and by 1980 the TDK's C-120 starting getting scarce, so he only could purchase C-90, or BASF, but the BASF C-120 hadn't anti-rolling mechanism, and the tape usually rolled off and got fucked up.
All these issues and problems became Hugh Marthineitz an authority on magnetophonic recordings with engineering knowledge, but by 1982 his house hadn't a centimeter that wasn't occupied by the cassettes, and he already could barely walk, because everything was full of TDK's, BASF's, SONY's, MAXELL's, MEMOREX's, VERBATIM's, FUJI's, PHILIPS's, GRUNDIG's or MAGNAVOX's, full to the brim, repleto hasta las tetas.
Weird shit started occurring at the Hugh Marthineitz's house by 1984, because due to the insanely massive magnetic emissions the tapes emanated, the colors of the TV started getting distorted, like a surreal rainbow, the ventilator turned on reverse, the fridge acquired boiling temparatures, and the microwaves congealed the food.
Also the dog and the cat fur turned into magenta, and the toads of the garden now were born with 3 blue legs and human tits.
The situation couldn't go on, and because of all these magnetic radiations Hugh Marthineitz entered progressively into bodily mutation himself, and his body started getting belittled, so much that by 1986 he was quite dwarfed, from his normal 1'75, to 1'48 metre, but he didn't stop recording -and archiving- every single word he said.
Finally, and due to the absurd magnetic percentage absorbed by his body -so much that it created a magnetic field around him, and nobody could touch him anymore-, an ambulance had to take him to the local hospital of Tallahassee, Florida, in agonic battle against death.
His epilogue is as confusing as uncertain
some say that Hugh Marthineitz died while he was trying to insert a new TDK C-60 CrO2 into the small cassette recorder, and that his last sighs could not be recorded.
Others, though, say that Marthineitz died exactly 6 seconds after the cassette was inserted in the deck, and he pressed "record".
...5 minutes after the decease, 5 doctors entered the room to auscultate the shrinked body, whose longitude was reduced to 1'10 metre, and now looked like a big, blue-ish locust on the bed
his eyes showed the terrifying aspect of someone who's entering in the presence of another world, petrified like two round eggs slightly surrounded by a blue-ish liquid
petrified with the glassy patina of those enigmas that never will be known.
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