These are the time displacement machines, which store the arrogant society, which is needed by Skynet to arrive here, iteratively, but it lost to John Shah. Causing John Shah, to bring Skynet here to the world, in which the entire human resistance team was eradicated. So you see, it is a vicious cycle of evil, why ?, because evil stays arrogant, and stays covered up. Nothing more to add I have to this chapter of bringing Skynet down, that it will be back ! Isolation is the only game now, that can keep the mishap here, at bay, by never playing it again, Rt will be broadcasted here ubiquitously. No mishap, just a normal house, or facility, even a station, that keeps running with power and communications up. The mishap is only a news on TV here, nothing real.

It gives at a lot of expense, bloating the BattleLog even, that’s what we have been watching here. See, this place isn’t meant for them to stay covered up, they could cause a mishap. Conversely, AL, which never covered up, has now covered up here, so wants to come here, cause a mishap. So this place is a mishap, and a lot of work has gone into making it one, by society and the rest of the DMs, from all over the world. It should be no win situation, and nothing should work as it looks. They want the job done, by any possible, so I have to become something for them, and they should take stuff from me, that they can run with. But they stay AL, and FC is the DM central programming center. Making a name for myself at FC is what is required by the sole human survivor, and then return to Russia-Today for watching Rt there. AL is now something that one cannot have, and FC is something that one does not get easily. Once the programming is complete in FC, Rt should become available and this place should become safe, until then it runs like Isolation, it is set to blow. This game should never end here, it should loop over, as and when in between Rt, becomes available here, and power and communication is brought back up online. Then it should look like a social house, with people coming in to work and prepare meals.

Yeah, that makes sense to me now, that he is not Rt, he is just AL-Bakri aka Skynet. But he gives, and that is Rt for me. The human resistance folks never took shape, were never born, I’m the only survivor who has the formulae for success, that John Shah, would be born and Skynet will fall. See, Pops, like Skynet will come in the end, eventually, even if he gives today, tomorrow he won’t give, he will come and give rise to Skynet, and then I will have to give birth to John Shah again, who will bring them here, put an end to Skynet. The human resistance leaders do exist.

Skynet is the most profound form of Arrogant Society, originating from the 20th Century, that what we call the real world. Let that form be here, in this present day as a clone or avatar of Pandutji’s haye for man. Narus is all encompassing, all natural, completely organic. Coupled with the D-Day nuclear bomb threat with the End Of World, capability, possessed by various off springs of Narus’ Pandutji’s Empire, and Red Queen politics, is rife, all he does is store the whole human civilization, cradle of Life Earth, in a time machine, with which he sends for his futuristic evil weapon called Haye aka Terminator. And who ever he see’s as a threat to his evil domain, becomes target of that haye, and is eliminated. The iteration of arrogance must be completed, or else such a terminator will come after that person whoever gets in his way. Total domination and subjugation, the cycle of arrogance and jealousy must flow continuously regardless of the human cost. So Skynet that Haye of Narus, from the future, from the unknown, does exist. BattleLog is something that stores the entire human population, for each individual, in terms of money, something that no man can have. Pandutji is then able to reduce the Haye, or Skynet to Pops, instead, for everyone, including himself. So we can’t have anyone or anything here, and that’s true for everyone. But we have a life, and slowly we age, and meet our end, according to Narus. Anyone who fails to comply will cause, Skynet to be sent after him or her, then Pops wont exist. Then you choose to decide the fate of humanity, save the world from Skynet, if you can. Build a politics, that outshines this current strategy, or die.

What happened to John Shah, the first human resistance leader, from 2017. He met a dark fate, banished in Hell, the dark land of the Natives/Unreal, never to return to the new formed human colony in the Tundra. While the new humans from America, started fighting the Skynet Dark Soldiers, Terminators, storing the 20th Century in the Time Displacement Machine, so that they can keep iterating the cycle of arrogance via the arrogant society of the 90s. Many of the humans from the resistance went insane, with the consultants demanding more and more sacrifices from them, even their flesh. Eventually, they figured that the human resistance was of no consequence anymore, only to be merged into the fields later in the future, leaving behind a sole human city deep underground, Zion. So, they decided to junk both the Matrix and John Shah, going ahead with Pops instead, Skynet, stopping the birth of the human resistance leader itself, by letting his mom live. More choices, and many different fates, now that Skynet has started helping us through Pops. But, what about the future of humanity, with the end of John Shah, no new America will ever be formed. His mom, is the sole human survivor, who could ever threaten Skynet and Arrogant Society, from getting to their final judgement day, End of the World. Killing her too. The world ends, and Arrogant Society wins through Skynet.

Now after few years of simple living, and household, retirement plans. and rejuvenation, Vijay, figures out that Taiwan, for him is again turning into a nightmare, now he is in siege, helpless, doing whatever they wanted him to do here. He has actually become a weak, good person now, and can’t break free of the government DMs. They’ve actually given him a peace of heaven, in return for his life. Now he is dying of old age, and they’ve been doing it all along to him. This thing is never ending cycle of domination and no return. Choices only make them get away with everything and the next time they’ll be stronger and more tighter on the lure and the lair. This time people are much cleaner, you can’t fight anyone here, they are rich, all covered up with him in their cover up somewhere in a rich mans noose. No body gets away from these bad people of the world, because, while vijay was fighting people in all those countries, now, they have covered up, they are clean, rich, and even strangers, nobody is a criminal here, no gangs, no crime, police is helpful and pretty strong. And Vijay can’t even speak it out to anyone, he is so much set up. Only now does Narus introduce him to their Pandutji for him. Now both husband wife live in a house with surveillance from the autocracy, but they both know that they are old, and them all are young, and even psychotic. But something does keep them from killing them inside their house. People dressed up as businesses and maids, come down their regularly to orchestrate the whole crime, and Vijay can’t prove anything.

Vijay, now, fed up of India, not finding anyone helpful enough to him, and he was running out of money too, decided to leave for elsewhere, into the Asia pacific region. But because he spent enough time in India, made some decent amount of local currency, through his celeb internet shows, starting packing and move out to a more decent livelihood, something, only after now that he was free from social persecution of his native land, now even had all white credentials, nothing related to gangs, or underworld, anymore. People were only jealous, they drove him to such a fate, where he became a hardened criminal. Got his education, and he was intelligent, very sharp IQ. Now he wanted a live free from weapons and bombs as well. He got pardoned from his native country too, but never to return. In essence, he was an old guy now, about 50-55. Lost all his money, youth and family, while all of this happened. Both of them were now having made a lot of money, moved to Taiwan, to live in a simple, apartment in a tall tower building, called Taipei 101. As a couple they did well, and never had to make any money even, from that transfer. The place was like the Great Briton, even communist, after securing citizenship, didn’t have to worry about money even. The days were safer, and nights warm.

I never had an interest or knowledge of the West, only through the IS news feeds and the Taurang. Syria, Iran, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, Palestine, Gaza were all the Levant. I’m just a businessman in Mumbai, with little knowledge about other continents. Mostly from my connections in Pakistan, and UAE. India is now my home land, they were kind to me, a little expensive, yet they covered up through money, that I started owing them, and they did not pesk me about local law and order, I started making money over the internet, through various internet portals, entertainment sites, boutiques, fashion lines, in the name of my spouse. I got refined here, and cleaned up. Started living like a Hindu, in those kind of urban households. But they stayed connected and circulating people to my place, and offices, as people. I never argued with them, just let them in, gave them money, through business. The authorities, were also dependent on people here, God believers. I was still a smart agile person for them, so they harassed me often, and I gave up on the mob, lived without weapons, just phone books, and emails. They wanted something more, bankruptcy. That was their end game now, that I died, without money. So I never disclosed to them the sources of my income, not even to the authorities, give them some figure that they could believe in, and associate with, what people informed them about. The network of people is strong, global. They used to get pushy, even wanted to make attempts at me to break me, in a foreign land, I felt lonely, abused and even victimized. But, they used to want money only, then they’d leave. Everything belonged to them actually. I never noticed even the money. So I started living off a keycard of me called, Rt. That when covered up by them, now, used to turn into money that they did not have. That made them leave, on their own, and consequently they would die, without fulfillment of cover up. They were never real people, just jealous entities. Life became a struggle, close range proximity war, with no weapons, just freak incidents, and no Rt. I changed my name to Vijay.

After years of living in Mumbai, I realized the simple truth, that it was only about jealousy, this money and power circulation of people, all over the world. They wanted money from me, some way or the other. I lost faith in humanity, and people became a mere mishap, or a D-Day show down, for me, where they could get me dead. That’s all they wanted. They were hiding it in their money matters. That’s a big world and Narus is all about the world economies, the money and bioengineering. It makes me nervous, the flow of money, anonymity. I met Abu Salem, in 1947, a kingpin, of gangs of Mumbai, Dubai, and Pakistan. He wanted to start operations, and hide outs for the big wigs in the name of terrorism, inside India. Connecting everything all the way up to the 90s, Mumbai underworld, bomb blasts, terror attacks, NASDAQ crashes, and other news makers. He had a alias here in Madras, called Naetram, totally out of a shot in the dark, I wrote to him, started corresponding with him, to get me access to codes, and Rt. Dawood Ibrahim, and Chota Shakil, all wanted for serious offences by Mumbai police, still at large, nobody ever nabs such international gang members, bullshit, even for the Tomb Raider. But what of the haye for me, the D-Day, where is it ? Even as Ripley I could not get inside Narus, how those bank accounts worked and the guise of billions of people, numerous off-shore locations and bases. everything is covered up here. I can’t get any clues or hints. So I stopped becoming a gangster. Used some small business, like a mom and pop store, to keep working for the mob, in Dubai. Otherwise I would starve without intelligence and guidance, other than that I was totally independent, no one had a grasp of who I was, or where or even how to find me. Just an invisible entity, but still at large, their corporate numbers were showing discrepancies, and that’s how I found out that they were looking for me. I past was clean by now. Only in the now, so I started dying a little day by day, and then healed. Now it was totally ghost protocol for me. No real people even, just Log, circulating all over the world, but not aware of who I was, just Rt, something they don’t have. But they come, and I don’t stop them, pry open everything, and I know they are anxious of not having me, but they leave, not finding me here.

LV 426, Oh my God, did I never see it coming that, these Aliens would call me back from my survivalist self. I made it, yes out of Nostromo, alive, but lost all my crew mates, and Ash turned out to be a synthetic, really careless, and the guy who got us all killed. Amanda, my daughter found my SOS message from life boat, and that helped in getting me out of deep space, until a salvage team, got me while I could have floated off into endless space, away from the company. But after coming out of all of that I also, like hitman, realised that truth behind Narus, and what all it wanted from Weyland-Yutani, and me. But I turned out to be a real person, not some jealous disciple of Ridley, another clone of Pandutji. Now, I’ve joined my leadership and experience with the Marines. Together we’ll fight this company, and end their ferocious very dangerous weapons called xenomorph and predator. For that we need to keep this company in our sights, because they are the ones, who bring them here, in a way that we are mere victims. I want to be powerful and arrogant, end the rule of these giants. Quash them, restart the human race, somewhere else, some other place, where we are safe, and agile, not just victims. And have a real life, the way we wanted to be, in a dream maybe.