Third-person POV
On his first day off on one sunny morning, Ceo, in his fireman's suit, was traversing through Valencia's plaza when he spotted some of his firemen brothers huddled on the restored paved area around a Baroque fountain. They were in distress of trauma of Kal's dystopian programming. "The number 451 was cursed…" one of them hissed, "…every time I heard that specific number, I can hear the books becoming ashes…"
"Even the profession of a fireman was cursed, too…" Domínguez clutched his head hard, "…fuck that Kal madman who ruined the sanctity of that profession…"
"Guys…the old dystopian mantra of "I loved the smell of burning books in the morning"…" another fireman hissed so badly he felt these words are poisoning his ethereal bones, "…I want to get that stupid line out…!"
Because of that, Domínguez stood up and said to them, "My brothers of the fire, I think what we can do is to cope with this trauma is to burn each other using our flamethrowers. We'll regenerate; we are immortal. And, we can restore the sanctities of the number and profession in doing so, as well as…"
He then stared at the charred remains of a copy of "El Cid". "…restore the books back in doing so…"