As he saw it, the world was Cycloids kalahaan. So within it the West was like Mars or Jupiter or other planets and worlds we haven’t set foot on ever. Country’s like Russia, China, Indian Subcontinent, East Asia, Middle East, Africa were the real world’s of dystopia. The West does not exist, it is just imagination, self inflicted wounds, ill fatedness, chance etc.

Within dystopia there are lot of અરરો s and Cycloids all connected to each other, continuously synchronizing. There is a distinction between અરરો and Cycloids, from now on, we’ll talk only about the Cycloids because that is more pertinent. So you need a copy of the game Duke Nukem 3D to continue.

The Cycloids is best interpreted as a woman called Radha, Simi, Dr. Shaw, etc.

Humans do exist, even if a myth, or I am the only last survivor here, said Samir.

Mr. पुतिन, the welcome committee, have resisted, the claim, that he’s under surveillance by the West, and that the Cycloids controls the world, bringing in the West onto Samir, a hoax.

Samir, the poor thing, now must take the social blame game that he is used to. This piece of code is quintessential to the Cycloids programming that we disown knowledge of the west no matter what, by even the lamest of excuses, such as self inflicted wounds. See west takes responsibility of even the most lamest of wounds that humans suffer, non withstanding. The Cycloids is then indeed the creation of the અરરો, a nightmare, worthy of just volumes of decrying. No human can tolerate the Cycloids, thus begins the sad story of, the long process of being taken by it. That’s one nightmare that humans can’t endure at all. All the reverse jerking getting hit then निकले ईदहर उधार से is hell. It’s no wonder that the Cycloids loves it. Samir then rests and heals.