Jack and his girlfriend MJ. We never met in life, even, just trolling, even crawling the hive. But noone will give me unless I let him have MJ. They’ll kill her, turn her into a haye for me. Then I’ll get help from someone in the hive, who will show me the way out of here. I’ve given to the Alpha. That’s the only way we are getting out of this place. So I lost MJ in the Hive. She’s not getting out of there ever, maybe even died. I was too scared of dying, but I can’t forgive myself. I had to let them have claire too. That’s how I was able to get help from them. They let me out though. I’m in tears, she was like my baby, I couldn’t live a second without her. I’m just crawling now outside the hive, but ever passing moment I know I’m getting dirty, as I get deeper and deeper inside, I must give them another claire. I love you.

This modern infrastructure built for bringing me in, is something of a marvel. But it starts to stink, it is dirty, like a crime scene. When you meet that somebody here, who helps you out, tells you some information, you only realize you were lost, going in the wrong way. Then I turn around and start walking to some place that is cleaner, and buy myself something that I find, interesting. People help me out and things start chugging, and I get satiated of the trip and people make some money, they had the right goods for me. I enjoyed shopping for myself. Then I return home on a ride that is warm, like I’m in pursuit of someone, an unknown. Just some bad air, like I’m in a crime novel. People coming to take me. Yes good people do exist. Bad people just passed me by. But I can’t blame them. They never let us meet. This whole place starts turning blue and misty, like from a fight before, something must have happened here. It is just universal dissemination. I’ve lost some part of me today, I know that. These wahems and film grain from courts newsrooms and the city, need to be cleaned up here. That could take some more time. Over a period of time when you don’t move out of a place, this thing gets bad. Like you start getting cornered. Then stuff happens to you. It is like waking up in FEAR 2.

The human race is under subversion from an Alien race, called , at best knm or Wes. It covers up as Nato, India for me. But I ask myself how far will the human race go ? Should it not be destroyed. Or yield to Gods of our civilization. Or Mothers our Fathers ? So we keep them covered up as the same. Is it about me, or you, or everyone ? I can’t say, but everyone dies someday. Is this a race, because I need to find a better world for me. Where I can have a better chance of not cursing every other person here. I’m good. Are we as a human race special to anyone here ? Are we eve n needed by anything out there ? Or do we all segregate, part ways, live in isolation with each other, and stop calling us the human race. Just business called Anajana-LenaDena-YhPe, should suffice. I ask myself is standing with the human race any good for me today, or should I continue to stay in business with anything that I see moving and coming near me ? Why should we have anyone or any race. Just me and You. But if this is a trick, then I do have my race, my family, my people and the rest of the universe. Why should we do business with anyone at all. Stay indoor, stay put. No powers, just mortal, just dying on my own, maybe for a common good.

Even in the earliest models we always were only playing the Xrysis games. The suit kills, it does not get us far. Even if you are able to get to the Alpha, still you have to die as Prophet once. Only then is Alcatraz, is able to destroy the Alpha or give to it and the game ends, as Prophet. Neo couldn’t get to the Machine City, and the real One was just a machine. As a human Neo could never, beat the machines. Only after becoming the One is he able to beat them, or get them to withdraw from Zion, but that kills Neo/Trinity. The game in which we are able to have peace, and not be able to get anyone killed, is not available yet. Because the Dark Country is not wanting to surrender to humanity yet. It stays jealous and stays arrogant, and it only kills, while it comes to take as a game, then covers up as present day India. I’ve never seen a peaceful day here ever. It is a flat world, like a grid, of power cells, dark and dirty, just emitting noise, and bad radiation, killing all humans, keeping them in bondage, so that we die for them, when they come out clean and covered up as this Universe.

That’s the biggest Z, that lives in this region. We call him $$$$$$ for me or the One. He isn’t a single person, but interspersed in all the families of the world. I call him dad. The arrogant society has the leader. This dark country, does not work like that anymore. It stay’s dark like the real world of the matrix, in the 22nd Century, then it comes to take me, in a game, then after I’ve given to it, it turns up as present day country India, on a news channel. That’s how the society stays arrogant, and covered up. So I play the game sometimes. Becoming the Alpha is all that their is for me, in this life, then dying for it. Life is horrible. I don’t have anyone, in the real world, because, I’m the gamer. I’ve been watching R only. How else would I give, how else would I die for India. I’m a nobody here. Only a son. Playing this game, becoming the One, then dying for my family. The nano suit kills.

As more and more of NATO started coming inside the country, more and more, people started looking like the West for me. Soon after independence, and right up to wars with China, and many other terror attacks within the country, more and more of the Z’s started taking refuge. So much so, today for me, there is one Z in every family. It is a complete lock down. We have more western proliferation and capitalistic ideals here. The terrorist outfit has permeated and made home in this region of the world for me. So their is no real war taking place anymore. Just newsrooms filled with Z, doing their job. When they cover up, the country cleans up, like nothing has happened. How the terrorists made room inside the social structure and inroads inside India, is just years of daily cycles of people coming in the households of every family in the country. So when they covered up, the country got cleaned up, nothing going wrong here, security is tight, no crime, no terrorism. But the country itself in its society is a terrorist for me a bunch of bad people, how want to haye. This whole place looks like a nest a hive. Who will save me here, no police, no parents, no friends, I just need to keep them covered up. I must give to them.

Times of India, Newspaper, reports that India is now a super power for me. It has money, nuclear energy, space capability, ICBMs, people over 1 Billion. A lot of the West is now part of Indian sub continent, all this over the years has even gotten them close to the status that the US has, being triad, and number of rich people for me. It is at par. Many things that we needed from the West are now ingenious to India. How do I survive here, like their is no air to breath. It is tightening it’s hold onto me over the years. But their is nothing I can do about it, so I let it happen. Sit at home, do nothing. They are social. It is a nightmare too. Traveling and moving to other countries has no effect over this phenomenon. What can I do about not moving around too much. I’ve been to the north, south, east, but not the west. My experiences of travelling to the west have been disastrous. Almost like walking into the hornets nest. Nobody can come back alive out of there. It has been very painful. I’ve lost a whole universe in travelling there. Being in the country now is something that is part of my psyche, then I traveled abroad trying to escape all of this. But futile. Now I am in a systemic paradigm. Like I’ve been exported to the rest of the world, as the Z I have. When I say I’m Indian, I try to mean something to all these people. Like when I say I have a dad.

Here police files are more and more relevant. Because everything is social here. But you play the victim. So getting rescued every time and then taking ridiculous amounts of blame is the norm for me. Things are slow, and more focused around, people coming in and the meeting, then leaving in a house in a social city. Why go outside ? But people call with regards to supplies, transactions, interactions, interviews, etc. Nothing going outside, not meeting anyone is not healthy. Things will happen here, that’s what they give us here. That we have nothing to do, just a boring mundane life, not making enough money, not getting enough people, not having enough anything, then something happens, a mishap, and aspirations die out. Calm and sullen clouds precipitate into the neighborhood. Everyone is afraid of dying of course, then the hustle bustle of crowds stop. Calmness pervades into the city.

Nobody could ever find the Wes, it does not exist. So Nato died for Knm. Something that I don’t have too. Everyone in the world dies for Knm. That’s what eludes us, that what drives us. When will we find it, if at all. Or will we die, not having achieved it. That’s the short tale of this world for me. Z remains. And nobody meets the ZoD. I’ve spent so much of my life now, taking these mishaps, getting relief. It can be summed up for me, in terms of “Lena Dena – Ana Jana, Yaha Pe” – in Hindi. This thing is complex. Remember that Z wins, gets his way, and keeps NATO arrogant, and we all die for the West.

It is like war, but even in war, you get to rest, and train, have time, then peace, later die. But this is ridiculous. It feels more like Blade Runner. Just one Z after the another, things happen here constantly, so everything is slow, small, insignificant even. My goal has been to get more and more people like me, and put them in a chain, we can’t meet however, and then each of us takes his or her own Z, If we meet then we share the Z, and then we can’t have our way, it is his way alone that we follow. Parting ways in such a case is more favorable for us both in that case. Resuming with our own Z’s.

He or she, tails me all my life, sometimes even, dies and gets reborn as some other person for me. It transforms from one race to another, from male to female, from kid to adult, religion, color, language, even country. But his basic disposition stays the same. He telekinetic and telepathic, like X, So I have no way of losing him, in all these many years, I’ve accepted the reality that he or she is now part of my life, even my psyche. What characterizes him, gives him locale, is the people he brings in for me. The crowds, and other gentry, even the news, and movies, has his influence. He is indeed omnipotent and omnipresent. Like a terrorist, that I just can’t escape. Even the law enforcers can’t do anything about him. His influence is like that of a nest of hive. I’ve changed my name, my address, all these years, but he remains. Only his people have changed. That’s how I know him. He feels like a terrorist or a hardcore criminal, wanting only to kill. I’m really scared of him and his people. His reach is from my local city to the rest of the world. He favors the west, brings in people who have a NATO wahem.