A fully covered up unreal, bad guy, for the first time. It is jealous but is social. This isn’t an easy notion to begin any useful diatribe on, why? Because it is arrogant. The smoke screen, the invisibility, and cloud of uncertainty prevails, so I move on. Encased in married couples, the future of mankind, that’s how we come to believe in them, and call them real. Kids, moms, in laws, and family of relatives. Another aspect of indirection and parallel universes. All too obfuscated to unlearn or even forget. Then who am I? Doom slayer or blade runner. This world won’t end that easy. We call them people. Don’t give them anything, that you can’t retrieve from. They come, cause the eventuality, then they leave. Why fight them? Just let them have their way while they come, later they leave on their own. Every time it feels so absurd, nightmarish. Then you have to follow them into a game, live an entire life, that would get wasted. You experience that destruction. Could we ever build a machine for this, call it excursion. But we can’t have that. Their innocence and simplicity, only hides something insidious, something horrific, surviving it is just Red Queen, arithmetic. Deadly. So we don’t have to meet them. Only watch them, feel them, fear them. Lose yourself while it happens, then put yourself back together. We are alone in this, solo survivor campaign.