The star is far far away from any home that we can ever have or call Earth. In fact it is complex, binary. But it does not have any planets in it, just cluster of stars. Exoplanets, interstellar planets, are far far away in stars that have planets, and moons. One such is star and its planets with moons. A few gas giants and some other planets that support life, like planet 4. But why go their why even discover such places, when we are more about mining and building space bases, stations and space suits, exosuits weapons and guns. Planet 4 with life like ours is never to be discovered, not from our space telescopes never revealed any of them, only now why should they be showing up on our scopes? Profane and obnoxious warnings in nature, people like us, not to be discovered at best, I’m happy with my space base on arid lifeless planets. Building stuff from scratch is what I’ll do instead.

These aliens were everywhere hundreds of them I think. We destroyed the space station, like mommy. I’m floating in space nothing to hold on to. But hold on, I see these aliens sticking onto the space debris, they’re in some sort of hibernation. Of course without weyland they can’t see me can they. But it had to happen this way one way or the other. Don’t give to weyland don’t call for help! They’ll kill us all, why should I survive? I’m screwed, but I have mom’s message, I can still rescue her, but what about me? That communications beacon is in sight, but they’ll get me again, they’ll wake up these aliens, I don’t want to go through that horror again. I’m too weak after Sevastopol. I remember Marlow Waits they’ll bring this alien out again from that LV426. There is still time. Only from the derelect then, not here, not from this wreak age. That’s many years.

See other animals on this planet, live in harmony with nature, with God. But we humans do not. It would seem that the animal and nature kingdom, has given us the hint, that we should now leave this planet, since having proved ourselves to be the weakest of them all. Only power of building things is what we are good at. Thus so we must now use all our knowledge of building tools and sciences, to usher in the era of machines. Building bigger and better machines, who think and talk like us. Synthetic beings, even clones. Let me call them our AI people, the ones, born out of a fusion of machine and human biology. That’s life, that we have created here, for our future, away from this Earth, find another Earth for us. Maybe something that we don’t need to set foot on, it’s lifelessness. Man and a higher being than man, to guide us think for us, be created in the image of man. Later we all leave this planet, and land on a lifeless planet, and use it, make indigenous to us. These new people born out of the computer, will be more enhanced than us parent humans. The AI nature of them will keep them by instinct somebody, who helps us and protect us from the harmful and hazardous nature. A superior intellect and species derived from man and machine. Then together we make these space stations and bases our home. Live in completely man made environments, not having access to an terraforming at all. It is a long way.

See these aliens make inroads into our native land, via centuries of cross breeding and business routes. Those that set up dark terror camps, in black sites across our land. Then over decades and millennia of cover ups, they are able set themselves up inside the locale as agents of the foreign race. Later and all the time as well, they keep conspiring to cause failure in economy, even life. Everything starts suffering and shutting down. Then we pick up the lure, of reaching out to the foreign race. Where we get bound with it, in such ways, that it is impossible for us to untangle our selves. We return to our native land, as haye for our children and our kind. We then keep bringing the foreigners inside our territory, as people above any other race or kind, encountered before. That causes the end of our species. There was nothing that we could do. The lure, then the haye was inescapable. But the war is over. Peace now for as long as possible. Those aliens, they stay jealous, only cover up, and are never any kind.

Most of them find roots inside, low class workers, then start bringing, those foreigners here in my house. They mean ill will only. Remember, the icons, who bring Haye here. They live among us, but get forced to bind themselves with these low class workers. The ones who take them to a higher stature in society. Our icons then come under pressure from the low class people, later only to realize that, they would be deemed only later to render their world with that ill will. Our icons never wanted to bring hate to us, but were forced to do so, become foreign themselves, thriving on arrogance, and blinded by power, start bringing foreign races here inside, our lands, territories, to render hate and violence, like never seen before, bring famine and plight onto us.

How could that have happened? Feels impossible? I’m in tears, thought this day would never arrive. I would die in those corridors. Immeasurable pain. But everybody has died down here. This station is going down. Already it is that hot. But I’m going to try to survive. Get on the exit ship out of here.

This map is designed in such a way, that whilst entering it I felt so exotic, like that elusive, something, that I always longed. Some adventure, even a surprise or two. Now on my way out, it is proving to be the most difficult level to move around in. It is almost a dead end situation. I’m in tears now. How will we get out of this level. It is a nightmare, It was built for the destruction, now I know. God save us.

I’m not getting out of this one. I’ve tried it so many times. It is too hard too long for me to traverse. The alternate way has power, feels better, safer. The direct way is ablaze and does not have any good hiding points. Dying here feels good. The Alien is on about something. It is very agitated very violent. I should not be able to escape this part for some reason.

So far we’ve been doing lot of stuff geographically. Bound by here and the West. Most of the alien wahems originated from these set of nations and my native. The house and Sir. We are clear of these artifacts. After a decade maybe, I’ll see them as relics of this blog. Now going ahead let’s do more local artifacts in my purview, people in which the alien wahem showed interest in. Rest of the times it should continue with games.

This episode is getting more and more frightening chilling, entertainment value, soaring, nothing can beat isolation now. What will we do when it is over? I’ve manged to get down to the main lobby, it is a U shaped really long office area. I have to get to the other end. The Alien is loose there, and the direct route is filled with power lines cut and ablaze. So I must traverse an alternate path, through air ducts and other office areas that have power and are well lit. I’ve run into the Alien once during my exit plan through alternative routes. The Alien kills, and running into one, means sure death.