Cars, trucks, bikes, jeeps, police patrols, and the solid dirty tarmac, it smells like rocks, boulders, and cow shit. Gosh, that smell!! Comrade stranger in foreign land, strangers, moving vehicles, making me sick, I’m in sleeping trunks, slippers, on these highways, walking endlessly, not a soul in sight, just blue, lights, covering those heavy metalled highways, trucks, lorries, the size of locomotives, why do I go out their, without money or phone? Just the confusion in the metros, Natives, villagers, workers, busses overcrowded, children playing, driving me crazy. I’m so sick of them, like I feel them wanting to get massacred with super weapons that terrorist wear these days. I feel so strange. What if I get abducted, hit by someone on the highway, they won’t even find my body?! Amazing thrill, a rush, in day light it was like meeting prostitutes from the TV center, the open space, the sky so pure, people so foreign, so sacred. Mother!!

The locations, the memories, the burses, out of skirmishes, accidents, and violence. This country has the likeness and influences, of middle east, Taiwan, Great Briton, Paris, and the EU. When I was very young, it used to feel like USSR, perfect, we could fly. Later it turned into Asia Pacific, hot, steamy, over populated, humid. Now, it is just foreign, a bad neighbourhood, socially brutal. I dare not go outside, weather is bad, arid, even super polluted, with echo’s, and Log. It does feel like the movies, science fiction, post apocalyptic. Only every now, would one find himself, in a scuffle with someone else, anyone, complete strangers. I call it street fights, no arguments, just intense violence, of an encounter, with a taker, a high something, like a xenomorph. Nothing really happens, but I feel drained, as I recede into an enclosed, hideout, where I can be safe for the night, with food and water. I used to be a Ripley earlier, a solo survivor. Back on earth, life is the same, just men and women, wanting to start a fight, like a gang war, or with the authorities. Enforcers, they are heavy gear people, with hi-tech weapons, not like xenomorphs. I’m human, that’s my only identity in this bad land. People, they set the stage, the lure, then violence when they come, then the authorities, later after the lockdown, and bioshock, they leave, then I heal, as I rest.

So many of us young people of India, fall prey to drugs, crime, and even terrorism. Bad company, jealous people, foreigners, abductors, doctors into immoral practices and organ stealth, underworld, all sorts of bad ways, immoral ways to make money, in this world. And even though after decades of cleaning up, it isn’t a pretty picture, more and more of India, is now into illegal practices, research, weapons and drugs. They have gotten lot worst now, just keeping it clean, and rich. Mad science and more God crimes, all over, going unnoticed by police and local law enforcers. Corruption and fraud, victimization, women, prostitution, extortion, has become so sophisticated, that victims, don’t even know that they’ve been set up by bad people. They keep believing in getting more and more arrogant, only asking for more trouble in life. Once compromised, or stolen, nothing can be returned, going after such a lost soul, is getting into trouble, and getting lost oneself, as they all turn out to be jealous.

I’m on a isolated island, with a terrorist lock down, with sophisticated future tech, and I’m my own with a fu*king smartphone?? And bollocks?! Why am I supposed to fight this alien grade, from hell, with money??!! I have just 2 dollars, but it seems to be working, and why Earn, when that’s how I got here, in this country, empty, divorced, dead family, and no brains of a loser, why be a student, and earn here? How am I supposed to cover up, with just a keycard???

This place is a dead end, people of Narus, had been working on it for years, taking me apart, making me watch AL, bringing those high class champions here, one after the other, and now I know how I ended up in this mortal terror lock down of a station. It could have been a terrorist, a high race attack, impossible natural disaster, a defamation account, seting me up for life, psycho holdup, or just being here, with no money, no spouse, no family, no parents. Why haven’t I been set up by Narus since birth, through parents, spouse, society, and race? And I’m supposed to be a nobody for them, expendable!! I’m not even a DM. Why would I escape this fatality not on their sorry arse no way. But I’m alive, I have been psychology scars from trauma, fighting, lockdown, and road rage. Aliens, high race and what not, God.

A bunch of DMs, bringing in a periodic hate attack, through high class powerful Natives, they have money. Being the DM is, being a native too, because he became high class only through the DM, who destroyed my keycard from Narus mainframe. Everything here works with money, that’s how Pandutji built the world. This station is dying, it was not built for surviving, only to go away, then Pandutji would show up on TV. The resident evil is the DM and his people. I must protect the keycard from them, install it on the mainframe and keep it that way, even become Pandutji, override Narus, shutdown the high class looming terror, and periodic hate crimes, threatening our existence. Rt must grow and stay up-to-date, and ahead of Pandutjis Narus, not let it self destruct on us. I must foil all destructive agendas of Narus, keep power online here, in this station.

The station, this house, are all set to bring in the high class Natives in, the DM who lives here, is in charge of getting him in, but the place is socially covered up. I’m the DMs son, and his people or log, are all setting the stage for that arrival, like a meeting, a D-Day. The guilt has to be hidden in some news channel, NNN TV, when Pandutji shows up. We all are involved in making that D-Day happen. For me it is a game, called AL-Log-Dioom. So it comes, causes a depression, hiding the hate, in it being over, now I must watch Rt on NNN TV, to prevent the hate from spreading here, in this house.

Only, since arrival here on station, has the game been removed, or taken off here, because this site, is an incident, something related to high order malice, incident is now occurring here periodically. For many years, since arrival, this site has a resident evil, and the D-Day arrival is a mishap, a terror siege crisis. Only after I insert the key card into Narus mainframe from here, does power get back online, communications is up too, thereafter, nothing happens here. And I resume watching Rt, to keep systems from breaking down. I’m still in the station, and it is rigged to go off. I have to be evacuated from here, or high order will destroy this station.

So, you found out everything about people, the DMs, High Class Natives, and you’ve built yourself a keycard, to stay away from these invincible high order terror causers. They’ll strick periodically, as DMs, and their people, set up the stage, the lure, the lair, for bringing in the High order terrorists, they kill. It is a perfect crime, a perfect cover up, but not without Rt, your keycard. Keep it safe, don’t give them anything. Redeem it once it gets stolen, for the kill.

In both these franchises over 20 years of brewing, playing, and thinking understanding knowing and connecting, has turned Narus, into a knowledge power house. It is fully integrated with seamless unification abilities and masterminding, challenges the gamer, allows real time combat with arrogant foe with any kind of sophisticated weapon, even dooms day devices. Both combined with UT-Skynet, are indeed battle armor perfected. Full rewind capability, ridley alice transformer command module, controller override and overload, interchangeability into one another, seamlessly run any new game, and become new character, take over from any installed module.

You know now the world is so modern, so sublime, it is just the future. Let me not be chased down by those reality blues of noises on speed highways. A lot has changed and people are rich, arrogant, and completely to themselves now, no meetings, no currencies, no credentials, required either. It reminds me of the Era when we used to go to work, earn a pay, bonuses in Syria. Gosh that was so stupid, that I used to do when I was married, I used to give using currency and credentials. After returning from Sevastopol life is good, back on earth, I got rescued by off world people in life boat. I’m never going back to space again. Life is good, tv, I don’t even have to earn, just some people in a new city, and rehabilitation. I just eat good and sleep on time, spent 20 years in space, returning to earth is like 100 yrs have passed.