I’m going psychic here?! Just her Hai. See that’s what this blog is about, wes-nikle, via-નીકળે, something we call nahi mile, elusive, alien technology, or race. Other world lifeforms, tigers, lions, bears, this guy is on safari. It preys on people, innocent victims, good people, discovers their weaknesses, their fears, gets them lured in his nest, hunts them out, like with their insides out!! I watched this movie when I was just 9 or 10. Now all this is for real. But the movie still works, even after so many years, it still looks like a movie here. If you have the right equipment. It is on disk now. Baam, on my book shelve.

That’s how money flows here, and how much of it you rake in, is how Jealous you can be. Some stuff is made at infinite jealousy, so can’t have ever, that’s what art is made up of, it is received only after the objects in the art, are not alive anymore. Other times some people moved to a foreign country or the west, so alive, but moved to some place, where you can’t follow. Those are the worst cases of losing people. Another example, is your childhood sweetheart, getting married off, and therefore, now you can’t marry anyone. Your native country, you can’t have, it is under a western country called France coming here. That’s locale you can’t have. Someone getting a job, or career somewhere, opportunity of money, now you can’t have her, people moving out never, coming back. People outside this native peninsula are jealous. So can’t have anything or anyone here without paying them money. It is a jealous world.

Their are so many of them here, only the movie Pitch Black comes to mind. People I meet are all so few. Just a few of us good me. How do we navigate ? What do we eat ? How we keep ourselves fit ? Sanitation, hygiene, and medical aide ? That all the stuff we need to survive here. From the station to capital and back here again. Life has no meaning now. Then money that we need. My dad keeps track of that, which is required to make transactions. That’s what they give us too. So when they come, I only need to produce before them, the money they provided to me, in the nest. That equates to some sort of a closure and they look away. I can’t say with any human enthusiasm, that what we have struck here, gentlemen, an arrogant society of really weird, bipedal organisms, somewhat human in appearance and social structure only. They interact with us through money. I for one, am dazed out of amazement to this kind of a situation. But this is only the beginning, we are not going home, to our America, where I can have a hot dog, and call this place a nightmare, tell stories about how I survived it. Because their is no home to go back to. It is all changing as I arrived here. We’re not going home. That I have ascertained through my time here. What I’ve observed is that this place is changing too, this story does not have any happy ending and a journey back to any homeland. They are black people. Doing nothing, just circulating between cities. I don’t what is going to happen here, but the horror so far, has been rightfully been dissipated into the universe. Each day, each mission, is important. I wish life could be all about making money or have a family. But is not. It is Sci-Fi Horror. All the missions so far have been really horrific, did, I prepare for any of this, while I was growing up, or before I came here ? Overwhelmed with surprise and shock. Then some awe as we wondered at its beauty and perfection. Slow and steady. Slow and steady.

This is not an easy mission, and the map of the nest also does not look friendly. A lot of false leads, bad assertions, and dead ends. These people get too arrogant, and then a lot of push pull, intermittent action, close range combat, with egos and harsh language. Then we reach a condition of bad weather. Nothing is working here, my body aches, my head starts breaking, and I can’t judge anything, in earlier times, I would have pulled out a piece and fired in all directions. But this place is arrogant, guns don’t work here, to clear up any obvious conclusions. So have to move as they do. Apparently they don’t have any shame or concern as to ones life, time of day, or date or time, The emotions and sentiments of the subjects involved in this nest. The with so much turmoil, bad breath, no shower, my body is aching so bad, I can’t even see a thing. It is that bad. Then the monster, lets go, after around 4-5 hours of trails and negotiating maneuvers, that just has to be improvised every time in go down their. I must avoid all that happened in that dark city in previous years, after coming here. They must stop all of this with me in it. I keep pushing all such incidents into the internet.

Planet One, has always been about, Arrogant leaders, their ways and conquests. As the world kept growing and improving in warfare technology they became better and better. In the last 2000 years or so, the west became powerful wealthy and beautiful. Sir became world leader of them, and improved them refined them, so they stay ahead of the rest, in terms of wealth and power. The United States became total world domination. Sir was the President. After the Cold War, and 911, USA domination became unipolar. All other nations became Sir too. They kept bringing people here, keeping the West Arrogant, and its way. Now it is like a arena a global stage, where these leaders keep fighting each other, keeping the West Arrogant, bringing people here. Everyone is the west. Then everyone comes here, dies for the west, as people fight each other over domination. Sir keeps everyone Arrogant. Newer leaders keep coming here, ousting older ones, as they bring the west in their region, country or family.

Bad people keep looking for me all over the world, as they’ve been keeping the west arrogant during all of this, and they turn out to be America. They are police people mostly, that’s where they’ve been finding me for decades now. Police and Terrorists, and News teams, that’s the combination of people where it all started about 2 decades ago. About 3 decades ago it started with the population explosion and knm. Now they’ve been sporadic, in panic, looking for me anywhere, mostly women, and married people in the current generation. Then they get back to the news rooms, and start making shows out of all this, and I have to witness these shows, take bad news for myself. It is a desperate times, no help, nothing. This thing has no moral ethical or humane obligation, just keeps going on and on about killing people, then making shows about all of this, like it was so tragic, that nobody saw it coming. They lie, they cheat, and they cover up. Bad people have the power, and the country, to do whatever they want to, and they keep blaming me for nothing, like I’m the traitor. All power is in the hand of bad people, save yourself, save your country, your human rights. Don’t let them find me in any of you. Please, live safe and be good. I know that bad people have taken over the world, and found me in every damn thing that ever happened since dawn of man, but give it a thought, take some time out and not worry about money, about anybody else, in your life, just save yourself, in any thing you do. Live a good moral life. Every life is important, don’t die for anyone or anything, anywhere. Save yourself, first, then worry about others. Don’t let them get away with anything, any cover up this time.

Better known as terrorists in lay man terms, have to kept arrogant, till the end. They keep lurking in the landscape. Their could be many on this Planet One. Their is escaping them. Each encounter with them is such a close call. It is like savage, very super natural, telekinetic. I hope to escape every one of them. It leaves me looking roughed up, like I have been raced by a superior species. Just enough, to live to tell. I don’t know what will happen here of me. I just pray to God that it does not take me away. The computer is required to hone into them, bring them to a peace. I don’t know when this alien invasion will end for me. Something tells me that they have their roots in the planet since the beginning of time. Predators, feasting on the human soul. It does not know me, only tells me that it wants to feed. Like a CIA algorithm, that beeps. It has a black hole like effect so far for me. Even entering the periphery makes me turn white with fear. My body starts reacting to the situation, all self defense mechanisms act involuntarily. Then after it has subsided, I look for a war devastation kit, to heal my wounds. It generates a huge arrogant field that is spherical, then entering it causes increase in gravity, loss of motion for the victim. Everything gets blurred. Then the trauma of entanglement, later revival, and relief, as it exits. Satiated from the hunt.

So it stays at the top of the અરરો kingdom. It spills blood. Nobody is getting home tonight. Police is who is responsible for all of this? Or are they the ones doing it. I can’t tell. But it is a predator, a hunter, going around the city. It finds me in something, in someone, it destroys it. Burns it down. This place called here, has everyone on Earth this universe, summoned up and saved in some funny form. I call it planet one. Lesu is where all married people, their kids, whole society, all countries, are saved in. They’re coming here too. Nothing is insured, it wants me. He keeps to his ways, luring me into, this vicious trap, so he gets me, his way, as well. Then I give to him something that keeps him arrogant. The whole facade looks promising. If he gets me, that easy, then the game ends, no hunt, no purpose, so I stay alive, stay aloof, where he won’t find me. People is just something I call Lesu. But that’s not what he wants either, I’m not going to be found in any people. Rest assured, I’ll stay hard, for him, he’s not getting any one night stand from me. This game never ends. I keep him arrogant, but never give him what he wants. He must give me more of his generations. Stay rooted to the ground of this planet one.

Now that the war is over and both sides give to each other, while staying covered up or as is respectively, we can have a meeting or interplay here daily with someone or the other. In this Era, people only come, then they cause a mishap, later they leave, and the give and take, business routine continues the following day. I don’t know what kind of a background you might have, whatever you are, but for me, this has been quite disturbing, considering I was born rich, with a silver spoon, almost like a prince, and now I have to be taking this kind of an Evil Dead, sort of daily encounters with a freak show, kind of a host. It is a nightmare. I’ll never get used to it, that I’m sure of. Then the meaningless question of, Why Live ? Why not die for X, by letting them come through Z. Only then R shows up and saves the day. But it isn’t that simple, almost like a checkpoint in a modern game, that hard. All nouns that you come across here should do, that many sorts. All arrogant, wanting something right away. They only want one thing. To destroy R, and all the good guys, the ones that give. Consider it a Vampires tale, the movie Blade comes to mind.

So what is X, it is unknown, things we don’t understand yet or ever, elusive, it is control, turning us living organisms into nothing more than, batteries, for the Grid. How we interact with it, through, business, or give and take, is something that is left to an individual, who is born into this world, But it is dirty, stinky, like repulsive, yet sensuous in a certain, subjective way. It depends how you look at it. A Lover, you don’t have. Just an infatuation. It is based in computers. Sophisticated ones, so that he or she, stays concealed, never coming to the fore. And why so Sir. We both are shy and conscious or a direct meeting. Reaching the computer is a brighter today. Meeting in the flesh can be injurious to health. That was the whole point ain’t it. Ever met the Joker, or Bane, from the Dark Knight ?