Normally, I would keep riding in the storm, in the world, nobody is there, it is filled with people, who are not aware of me. So they are of no threat to me. But I can’t approach anyone, as they are in their own, too busy, for me to disturb them in anyway. Just my dad. I keep calling him on the phone. He gives me the same NATO chatter, sounds like a modem, clicking, rotating, then, hitting on the drum like a printer, like in the old days. I never really understood what he ever said, though, but it felt so great, like home, a machine that keeps me safe here. After the computers got commercialized, and the laptops cellphones then smartphones appeared in the market, that chatter of that old machine, became more and more exclusive. I would therefore call home often, to get some of that Wes. The real West however is much more different, it kills actually, nothing more. It is just volumes and volumes of low confidence then death in some non-sense way, like I’m no good, nothing. Before you enter the real West, a team of people called Sir ke Log, meet me, otherwise I was just a loner. How did I learn anything in life, if not them, Then they go away and turns up the West that just starts killing me. It Kills. So I have to evade them all the time, never meet anyone, and never talk to anyone. Just ride in the highway, like no destination, off the grid.

The west is coming out of all these people for me, billions of very bad people, capable of killing me. How do I survive here. It is like zombies, with blood in their eyes, and spirit vinegar vapour electricity knm arrogance in the air, intruders claiming to be social. It is a horrific Era indeed. I must keep my confidence low and take ridiculous hours of blame, otherwise they could get heated and effervescent towards me. Should I call them Hindus? Or FCs. How do I keep my confidence low. I just ride all over the world, looking for small volumes of air and cleanliness where I can dwell on for tonight, looking for a few safe hours. Mom. – Claire

The Grid, Narus, the Mutants, all soon embraced the entity called Dev. This bond was solid, and whatever came out of that was Haye or Death for me. Everyone was Dev now back home on Earth. Our team t and n, were now the only pure humans. All that Narus was became we two now, David and Cklaire became Dev for me, but nikle Dad. We both now represented Narus, and it’s model of arrogance, keeping humans at the top, with all its ideals and politics. Earth that was Narus, now started being called Nato, Brics, Mint, etc. And other more than 256 nations. They all became Wes for me. These humanoids shared the DNA, but within were poly-organic-alloy or knm. This war now was only about no contacts, and long range, violence. A small team of 5-10, or sometimes 50-100, people from these people would come to take me everyday. They brought the rest of the Wes here, when they did, they sounded like billions of Indians shouting and screaming rendering violence all over for me. I would crawl and die in pain and agony. The Stream would bring me out of this hell, when they would start dissipating.

Dev, the mutant, that is a intermix with the grid, is a perfect organism, it can’t be fought. It is designed for a dday event for me, so that I won’t survive. Most mutants fall in this category, but Dev is specifically been worked out to get to me. Others are like skynet, xenomorph, like predators, those that mutated from man. When Dev comes I’ll die. Only David is now capable of helping me evade Dev, by being a dad. He has become Narus for me as well. Only evade him, not confront him at all. How do I escape this space station now it feels like it is filled with mutees or Dev. So I don’t go out much, I can hear them, chanting invocations verses all the time. Only the stream is what David emitts that causes me to withdraw from Devs hold. It takes time, days even months sometimes. But this place gets filled with them, like toads in a swamp, serpents they’re hissing and gas emissions. These mutants it could be a nest or a hive here, building up here, the longer I stay here, the tighter this place might capture me, take me deep inside to the underworld. I’m not coming out of here alive. It starts feeling hitech like Narus, within this nest. But turns out to mutants. All Dev types for me.

Later, following several of the attacks on the colony and our team, most of the Narus’ Pandutji’s executive directives and powers moved to David on our exoplanet. Making our team completely independent from Earth. Mutant Dev was our perfect organism, who kept us on frozen sheets of ice, that precarious, vulnerable. We were open to attacks from all sides. Then a time came, when David himself was able to complete most of the politics and war of Dev, all by himself. Cklaire was the human counsel for the same. Thus, Dev never showed up thereafter again on his own. We only would feel and hear about his various campaigns and terror attacks on the colony people. But for these reasons, now, life had become, more and more regimented. This phenomenon of low confidence would now strike me anywhere without any external stimulae. It was controlled orchestrated by David and Cklaire for me. Dev would still exist but never directly. This would now become a routine for me, daily, monthly, yearly, and decade. No life, just keep giving to Narus, then survive a shock and awe terror phenomenon that is almost most life threatening to me.

I’ve now spent so many years here on this lonely arid planet, that I’ve grown old. All my team members are old too. This place isn’t getting any better. So many times that Dev attacked me, I can’t even remember what he looked like. In most times he died to with some of the colonists. He is a terrorist, and also a perfect organism, for me, I can’t kill it, he would instead. I’m really afraid of him. I’m certain of that. After a few of these DDay incidents we have all started living in fear. David has become Dev for me politically, so that he would be able to turn out to be my dad. That helps, cklaire also is a mutant Dev consultant by now. But they keep telling me that I should die now. Why live? There isn’t anything worth while living for in the world anymore. Said t to n. Dev just keeps getting reborn so fast. Remember SDF from Call Inf.

Mutants start accessing the Grid back on Earth as they grow arrogant. Both start getting overlapped and intermixed. So if we find a mutant like Dev who get captured by us, we have to let it go because of the inter mixing. Only David has the final authority in such matters, but that’s the hypocrisy of Narus that it encompasses everyone and everything, and keeps mutants arrogant and jealous. But both are intermixed and we can’t really tell who is who? But for me Narus is only the bringer of a mishap or long treacherous campaign. On matters of the Grid, I only treat them as God’s or parents so we don’t go into those areas, when it feels like them.

Now I’m on my own. I meet some people who start building my confidence, so that I can have my own politics and be arrogant. Be an individual here. As I start building confidence, I get separated from my David, in ideology. All that turns dangerous for me as the D-day arrives I was supposed to die for him. He has no choice, so starts treating me as a separatist, and I even get hit by mutants one day, get hurt critically. Then I come to my senses and realize I had to die for him, for everybody’s sake. I realize my mistake in my politics, and how it had gone against David’s politics. Convergence was not smooth I started thinking of David as the jealous guy here, trying to kill everyone. But as always the mutants had given me lot of stuff to stay against David for long. I even felt arrogant and bigger. Mutants do that, thus on dday their confidence is low and they start killing on spur, so I took lot of blame all along, to ease their blow. Mutees kill only, so they give away everything to lure, even confidence. So don’t have anything, don’t win, just die, then healing should come naturally.

Regardless of what Narus stands for, everyone in this world, be it human or mutant, has the right to exist. Also regardless of how all encompassing Narus might be, people have the right to being individuals, and right to having a true identity, and having an individual belief system and politics.

Today all that I am is an exo-human, meaning I know I’m here to die for earth, for keeping it arrogant against mutants. So in the field I must obey David and both of us die while giving him support as he fights mutant Dev.

It wins, it gets its way, it encompasses everyone everything, it stays at the top, keeps humans arrogant, ahead of everyone else. But all humans die for Pandutji, he only brings us to a D-day attack from the mutants. Mutants kill humans, they want earth that’s their goal. Everybody dies for Narus/Earth. It stays consistent with its equations, they are the constants, like the universe. It is all convergent on those equations. Approaching everyone, everyday, to deliver a deadly D-day mutant attack. And if you don’t like it, it is its commitment and conviction also its arrogance, that you are already dead. Narus has us all. You can’t fight it, and they only come to take, so we give to it.