The girl is looking for you. You can’t find out about her at all. She is like a ghost. You fall in love with her, she is so pretty and contagious, I can’t get her out of my mind. I think I’m in love with her. But now she is gone, lost in the city, I can’t find her ever again. Isn’t that’s what Google is supposed to do for us. Find lost people and get them back to us. It is about the computer. The Hi-Tech one. I’d never meet her again, I can tell, she is a tragedy for me instead. Later as I go old and turn into a Leonard, I can’t tell, how many times I’ve looked for her and only stumbled upon a computer instead. I need to look her up, like an addiction, but then something bad is going to happen to me. Why ? What is all of this ? I can’t reach her, and everytime I miss out on her, by just a hint, but later I figure, she is not there at all for me and I missed her by a yard or a mile even, I everytime I did I lost something, someone. I lost time. Narus has you. Get to the computer and shut it down, The central core, the mainframe ? As I get to this central core of Skynet, I only get dejaVu’s it is not real. I’ve missed it again. Use the computer at the core. Skynet did not have a core, it was just software in cyber space, it was ZoD. I’ve lost everything in this pursuit. When will it end. I need to get to the core again, and shut it down. As it stays elusive, i know it was built for staying jealous of me. I can’t run and hide, it will come for me, raining hell. I can’t have anyone, I can’t save anyone, the city just goes on, and I take the blame. I get to the central core, and everytime, I just end up unleashing another hell, another pursuit. This is a never ending, hunt, and I’am the one being hunted. Don’t meet her ever. Don’t look for her, she is not calling out for you, those chance serendipitous meetings from the past, when everything was covered up were just the jealous girl. Give to the central core. And shut her lustful hold on me. In many years that followed she turned out to be skynet. Never tell her anything, never write to her. She is just a tragedy for me.

This city has many bad guys lurking. ZoD is real, as you get near him, you get confused you can’t tell good from bad, friend from foe. Should I have friends here at all ? I got you, you little f***, said leonard. But you kill a John G, you turn into one. That’s not the way. Now you can tell, that Natalie is not so jealous after all. She is fine. There has to be a better way. He lies don’t tell him anything. That gets him all fuzzy and he can’t give, he goes away. I’ve lost my parent. I feel orphaned now. Then it is not about getting John G then ? It is about the crucible instead. Give to Natalie, Don’t go after John G. Lenny is dead, was he a John G, or some ZoD, that Leonard was not supposed to find out about ever. Now he is gone. I need to stay put. Use the crucible, I don’t want to go after another John G. It was only about the hell gate to begin with. Once that is closed. I wake up in some place, with no memory at all of how I got there. I have a condition… said leonard to himself.

Where coiuld this city be? I’ve not been doing enough in life either, like the movie Avatar and Memento. What happens to hindsight life. I’m Jake or remember Leonard and Natalie. The guy who is the epicenter of all of this is not in sight. He doesn’t know me, I only get an impression of him. Maybe he is near by but I can’t be certain. Giving to him, is like closing my miserable hindsight of a cover up by Narus, called John G. Is that person even necessary. Just give to Claire. Don’t tell him about your find. I don’t trust Natalie, she could as involved in all of this, as the drug dealer, or Teddy. The movie Matrix comes to mind. It says it all but uses a different language, like Kung fu. Here in this little town, life is more real for Leonard or Sammy. What is real? Was John G, a real ZoD. Or did Leonard go psycho and killed him. He feels orphaned now. I’m the ZoD of this town now, said Leonard as he forgot, that John G is dead. He has no condition, no any real memory. But he is just a victim of the city. Not a ZoD, but now his son. Abandoned orphaned taking the blame of killing all of these John Gs. But still an innocent victim. And ZoD will do it again. But for now John G is dead. Natalie closed this case for Leonard. Living off the grid, I feel like John Conner in Terminator 3. The city is not to be feared that much anymore, they are his dad. Only John G was keeping them Jealous. But as you get close to him, I can’t tell anything for sure, right from wrong, the good guy from the bad one, is Natalie jealous or is she a friend? I’m only getting victimized here. Narus has you.

So many years have gone by, I don’t even know, where all of this is heading. What could it mean, like Peace on Earth, POE, keep writing it down some where. Little scribbles on my notebook. We have to jack into this pirate code everytime, watch a contraband, that is not legal. Who is going to cover it, where will I be able to get user comments on it. So it will not be able to satiate me at all. I need something that is off the shelf. I’m not a God, just a man. I remember the movie Immortals by Tarsem Singh. This movie is so hard to watch. It is dry, the whole world gets parched, I feel like I’m in a desert, sultry, yet dry. When will it end ? It has no ending, just an infinite war between Gods and the Titans, Hyperion their leader, just wakes up one day decides to cut down on the human population of Greece, in some mythical time. But looks so local so down memory lane. I’m just getting older. nothing new, more and more hard pressed on cash. When money starts kicking in, only then you get real. Other times just wandering, getting lost, until you’ve lost more time, money and people. Why live ? I feel I’ve lost everything. ZoD was the one who set me up. He built this world, now he wants to destroy it, with me in it. He is a God. I need to worry about having no cash. I could turn into a prostitute, where will I go ? End up in jail. Or just lay down and die on the road side. Is it that hard to imagine ? But when gravity falls, even dying can’t be that easy as it sounds. So he wakes me up, keeps me scared. I’m just a guy, he is a God.

Up til a little while ago, there was a guy, called ZoD. He never showed up, until some jealous woman did’nt end up tearing down this place down, hurting as many people that you could count. She would be a nightmare, a terrorist that no government could control or bring down, I’m just a cook, she’d say. But that’s all long ago, in forgotten times, when he would be the real man behind any of this. Is he a man of the law, or above the law ? Nope just ZoD. Remember the movie Fifth Element (1997). So he is here. What can we do, nothing, like everytime, he would just start killing people and keep getting away with it, no matter, no excuse, just because he is some back door mutant that Narus can’t control, and Netaji only wants to appear on TV. Can a hero be bold enough to bring him down. someday maybe. Today never.

Narus sticks to it’s principle of the arrogant society. It does not move much, does not abberate enough away from it’s social segregated model enough for me to be taken by it, then it proliferates and gets to the next level of arrogance, it is a machine. When it comes to take it turns into something you can’t have, an illusion, then alluring matter permeates. So it sticks to it is guiding formulae, so it feels old, even prehistoric, constant, like a cold machine, gaining at you, feeding on you, it never stops. It never knows or confronts the victims directly, creates as elaborate or as simple a trap for me to fall into, every time, and each time it stays ahead, never gets caught, keeps pretending that it thinks, listens, or has a soul, or could even be a real person. So I never find anyone, whenever I chase someone, only I get hurt. It does all of this without even knowing the victim, pure evil. Stays kind, gentle, logical. Never deviates from its formulae, those for which it calls reality for me.

I don’t know where or when any of this started ? the big bang, the primordial soup ? I honestly don’t know. When I look outside the window of the train or a plane, when inside the car, the rain drops, trickling down, or running across it ? Where did any of this come from and why. I didn’t create it, but I know it is dangerous. R or anything that eludes me, something I can’t remember, or forget easily. It never sticks, just stays elusive, wants me to give. Calm them down. But time is running, it can’t wait, they only know one thing that they will come. Those are the constants, I don’t understand them. Is it so hard to believe ? Why wait, try them, stop them from being social, if not for R, then what else could it be. Then they’ll come. Keep the noises low.

People are not psychic here, but fully covered up. I’m a man I’m as is. What can I do here ? I feel trapped, enslaved, can’t get out, can’t get in. In conflict. And that should be me ?! But I have to make sure they stay covered up. So taking hate does feel good after a while, even if it does not mind. I understand the gravity of the situation. So I do nothing just follow whatever notion they give me, until it turns out to be their way. Things are sorry though for man. Why did we even get born here, that too is not natural isn’t it ? So I give. I’m just a puppit in a show, that just ends in some mishap. Time is running out surely. What can I do here, nothing. Is there anyone who is not to blame, or does not have an excuse big enough to ignore, or get moved by ? Why aren’t everybody united against all these inaccuracies in faith, or religion. Would I turn into a monster like them someday ? Or keep taking blame for something I haven’t done ? What a rotten institution this is. Do I call it bad people versus me, or are bad people just under pressure from someone they don’t want to know about ? Now I can’t tell who I good or bad, maybe just my imagination all this while. Maybe they are like me, trapped in notion ? And seriously there is nobody who is truly wrong or bad. Just a grey world out there. Would I do something wrong and take the blame for it ? Or walk away just forget about it, just blaming some imaginary evil. I can’t tell anymore, right from wrong. I’m dazed and confused. What if I’m the bad guy ? Imagine that.

Today Anil is the father of the girl that stalked and haunted, Elizabeth through the ages. She just hid from him, through various hide outs, and safe huts. It was a dangerous journey, living without shelter at times, on the freeways, nobody to talk to, but she was free, away from her keeper. She did not forget all that David did to her. But that did not worry her too much, since after meeting or hearing about him, just in rumors, she was so jeopardized, that it drove her, astray, away from the cities. Only few rain drops in bad monsoon, in streets of Mumbai. Place is damn drenched all the while. She never went to the sea shores, however. Those places were looming large of Anil. Elizabeth only met his daughter, who became a caretaker of her. Nursed her in hospital. Was a nice person all along, but her ulterior motives were all too noticeable for her. Many times she was just speechless and flabbergasted. Later she believed for a while that things were great with her, and she should not worry about, implied or obvious. Just a false notion, I assured her. But things did turn out to be out of place and things were noticeable again. I somehow managed to stay afloat, going to hospitals, police stations, trying to find peace of some sort with them, never wanting to know the truth about Anil. After many years of deliberation and some help from the Church, the holy ghost, Elizabeth was able to turn him into a father of a son. That changed things for Elizabeth and found her survival better. But the attacks and attempts at her, continued for her entire lifetime. She learnt how to counter them and managed to stay afloat.

Thus far, we have been able to create, the ultimate foe, called X. It is a man which is much more evolved version, of the xenomorph which was a perfect organism for all kind. In X we see specialization of this species for this blog. It it able to transform into a xenomorph as well, when the man form is not required. The protagonists are innocent victims of this X, mainly borne out of Riploid and Doos.

Now we have built the premise and the foundation of this blog, how I bring X and Call, using several new central characters in new universes, where we try to avert danger as a result of other people, borne out of X and Call.