Now I became more and more disgruntled with these people, society, just dying rotting away in fermentation camps, becoming more and more, or Log for me. They’ve been doing it to me, all along, after almost decades of not knowing anything about myself, even while I committed crime, smuggling, robbery, murder, and various other gang war activities, along side with tarnished cops, I’ve been arrogant, and did not understand what society meant, I didn’t die for anyone, didn’t give to anyone, anything, no sacrifices, just hate from people. So I turned into a gangster, and now to make my survival more consequential for myself, an international hitman. But with my Asian background, I was never aware of racism, and neo Nazi race camps, even terrorists, wanting to destroy the world. CIA trailers, MI6, FSB, ISI, Chinese police now could not follow me into this new world of espionage, terror, war, crime, and even racism. For a while I fought with freedom fighters in Afghanistan, even IS group. Learnt a lot of weapons and tactical computers, hi-tech equipment. I started calling myself, Abdullah, a Muslim refugee from the middle east, changed my name and even my Chinese origin. I was nothing back then, with my wife, finally, moved to Mumbai, as rich people from Afghanistan. Built a small studio for making internet videos of my celebrity wife, turned all my crime money to white dollars. Starting living like a businessman, of fame, repute and connections. I had realized by then, that the world was only jealous of me, by very nature, so, I did not think about right or wrong, took up whatever way I saw fit to put an end to my persecutor, my jealous foe, and his arrogant weapons.

A city bustling with people, business, police, and the gangsters. What life does a gangster have, maybe he gets big, rich, keeps evading the police, and they let him do it. Later he gets himself a house after defeating all the other bad guys in the bay area, turns out to be the new leader of the gangs. Finds love and affection of a film star, a heroine, herself a victim of the police. And isn’t society responsible for all of these crimes, where we find ourselves struggling to make money, housing, and respect. A peace of heaven is what we all desire. Some people are smart and stay arrogant, so don’t go down the usual path of regret that most people the billions of people do, like in the public sector, and private ones. Then they all slowly die for their family, bringing Pandutji on TV, leader of their community. Does this gangster have a future, or just a short lived life, where he dies suddenly, in a chanced setup, where he is either caught by the police for numerous unforgivable crimes, or by other foreign, more criminal gangsters with sophisticated weapons, even terrorists who can get away with anything in a haste. See that’s called being set up, or a trade off, for being so arrogant all the while, ignoring signs in nature and specially in those billions of people circulating here. Options and then compromises, why not surrender and let the law take it’s course. Even such brazen bravados are not above the law or society, ahead or hidden from Pandutji’s watchful spies and surveillance network. So how does he die, as he later figure outs that guilt and fear have levelled him down, he cannot stay ahead of Narus anymore, must die, like any other citizen. Or be caught and wait execution like a normal gangster, serving imprisonment. Later the hope of a clandestine exodus from native county to a foreign state, immigration.

Those marines, their white sites, were the first few good men and women who started a new race of humans, real people, wanting to fight Narus, bring an end to Weyland-Yutani, it’s high tech, weapons, called the aliens xenomorph and yuitasu, a hunter killer, from exo deep space system, in the galaxy, all developed with the now exhumed Engineers, another earth like race of human DNA bipeds, but alien origin, bad species, arrogant, that weyland Yutani, helped to bring to earth, the end of life, creatures, that is all that they ever did, kill. Now, in 2057, after the end of the Ceph invasion from another galaxy, the colonial marines are formed, the real NATO, fighting Narus, all its clones of Pandutji. Headed by a recluse, weyland Yutani officer, whom they meet, later in the future, Ripley.

A group of young Americans, trained by Cia, started calling themselves Marines, as it is evident clearly, that the world is a bad land, everybody presidents, governors, DMs, police and the armed forces, all training, planning the next generation cover up, that would bring the West into their country, in a ghost protocol, kill natives, become a false notion, and vanish, the local rulers taking responsibility hiding it from their victims all information about how such coups even happened, secret concentration camps, hide outs, black sites. Perfect day to die as well for indoctrinated fractured victims. Then they even turn out to be good, like their parents, and give them some consolation. Mad science, secret portals, Aliens, predator technology, even hell gates. They stay covered up and arrogant, we call them X. Or some false notion, ghosts, just nothing, thin air. The Marines are the first generation of fighters, who broke out of the Cia chain of command, became a new America, one that stood for freedom and unity, truth and God. They were the first ones who learnt how to break the cover up, that the west used, it’s ghost protocol. That saved them their lives, and they were able to figure out the truth about the world, the matrix, saved themselves from dying in a incident, which could have turned them into a social defunct. And they would have died believing in it. Later, in 2019, almost at the time that Narus took shape, they grew their size, and became, sophisticated and advanced against the West. With a lot of white sites all over the solar system, in the coming years, and called themselves real NATO, not the fake, incident, called covered up, US.

The world here at Narus, is pretty simple. A really big US, bombing and killing everyone, with weapons of mass destruction, precision, and sophistication, almost hellish, even Gothic. It is disproportionate and cruel, extinction level, machinery. With a base is almost every of the 255 countries, and fleets in the ocean and the skies, even space. It is a grid lock, worst than the matrix, so much so that people die on their own, when they cover up. But they need native DMs, Governors, Kings, and rich people, to bring that cover up, to native helpless victims, if mad science won’t suffice that is.

Docks is where all alien activity was first noticed by President, Salem Al Mali ck. He was then another ancestor of now executive of Narus Inc, a clone subject of Pandutji. CELL is a fraternity of DMs, who seek to bring the Alien Ceph, back to New York. That is their only goal, the year is 2057. Prophet, code named nano suit, is at the same docks, where CELL was keeping him in a confined sarcophagus cradle, for disembarking. Psycho, now out of the nano suit far away, and recovered, from the skinning labs, is at the same docks to free Prophet, and make way to the dome, that now a barren New York is, wanting to shut down the CELL, whom he sees as the bigger threat to humanity, and believes that the alien invasion is now over, just a few strays left. But Prophet, has seen it coming, with his mind mangled with the alien Ceph, he believes that the alien invasion is only getting bigger and stronger, now even with the Alpha Ceph, in control of the planet, and ready to bring something to our world from the home galaxy, M22. The real war is now coming to Earth, with Nano Hardware, Prophet, the only way of stopping the alien invasion, which could destroy Earth.

See, people of this country are jealous, and they hide it in the West. Good ones like me, hide from them, know that they are jealous. They make lame excuses like society, family, jobs, cities, causes, politics, money, wars, even countries or races. And call all these things cover ups. Calling it a rage against society, like bundled package of crytek, skynet, ghajini. People, were actually always WesNikle, like totally fake, and pure arrogant haye. No way out. Naturally, I don’t remember any interaction with them, as it was always a game. Only when they started coming to take did the danger and adventure began. I totally forgive them too. But they are fake, and I trust they’ll keep giving me Rt, like before. But why live among them? That just strikes out many million possibilities, like I’m so old now, can’t remember a thing, no past, no present, hardly any future, just Rt. I used to be good with interactions when I was young, but women changed all of that, the blame, the awkwardness, I’m still in a back to back campaign, this thing is never ending, like the ultimate good VS. Evil. I don’t even know how old am I or did I meet anyone, or had a life, or family ever even. They don’t let me remember anything. So many years gone by, all I do is just follow instincts, the hive knowledge, that something I’ll never let them cover up with. Yeah I’m Ghajini too.

“Shit happens!!”, Eighteenth century England. A place called Sleepy Hollow, a young doctor, journeys to it, investigating, strange deaths, victims, families of 4 or 5, members, died, their heads cut off, by who? People of this village, can utter some rumors and r eminence of of Gothic, unholy nature, of a tree in woods, of a headless horseman. A king in ancient times, comes forth on a certain night, and kills its victims, sinners in the village. Why would I believe in such a thing, such a monster. Why I’m a doctor, I’m here to investigate, the purported God people, administrators, who have been doing it, no matter how inconsequential they might think my science to be, that I shall not be able to connect any of the proofs, clues and the victims to the suspects. My science should not fail, I’m Ridley too, a doctor, who wants to study, find something solid and free these people of the fear of such a dark ghost of a monster. Those who control such crimes must come to the fore and not be God’s anymore. Not be our fathers our parents. Give us the motive, why play with something you don’t understand.

This place, is a lair, a hive, of a predator, who is either a terrorist group, a racist, or a monster, sociopath or psychopath. Why he became so powerful perfect and invincible is because of his lure, his people. They who come to take us day after day, they’re not regular people, but log. This lair and hive has a singular conscience or omnipresence that keeps coming to take us, and keeps finding us in one another. It stays dominant, even an invisible monster, best be treated as a product, of red queen politics, of Narus, DMs, scholars, elite agents of all mighty Pandutji. But that is not Rt. Only way to survive this hive is to survive the predator, who stays hidden until a D-day incident breaks, and stops Rt. That incident is a game, story or fiction, here called Rt. Otherwise it is the incident for me, and I shall not survive, when they come, as this time they won’t leave. Find Rt, bring it back online, save yourself.

These people here, log on this station, are not ordinary people. They come, cause an incident, then they leave. Devotional India has something to offer here, like peace of mind, I’m a peaceful soul. But the predator whoever built this lure, then the lair, the hive, knows that we want to live, and not die, specially after coming here, cause that’s what we fear the most in life. So I pray to the God, Bhagwan. But that is something we could choose, before we came here, also more importantly that the predator isn’t a God, and would kill only. “All of us are going to die here.”

Yet in this jungle is the glimmer of hope, of a different kind of a species that might have a lure, ready for us, which we might find easier to sustain survive and exit. People who have entered the current lair, and took too much from the predator, know that they are going to die, they were dirty with its log. You might be a clean guy, a loner, who won’t die for his people, your God now maybe different from ours. Best. Ripley