Narus sticks to it’s principle of the arrogant society. It does not move much, does not abberate enough away from it’s social segregated model enough for me to be taken by it, then it proliferates and gets to the next level of arrogance, it is a machine. When it comes to take it turns into something you can’t have, an illusion, then alluring matter permeates. So it sticks to it is guiding formulae, so it feels old, even prehistoric, constant, like a cold machine, gaining at you, feeding on you, it never stops. It never knows or confronts the victims directly, creates as elaborate or as simple a trap for me to fall into, every time, and each time it stays ahead, never gets caught, keeps pretending that it thinks, listens, or has a soul, or could even be a real person. So I never find anyone, whenever I chase someone, only I get hurt. It does all of this without even knowing the victim, pure evil. Stays kind, gentle, logical. Never deviates from its formulae, those for which it calls reality for me.