Over the many years I went lonelier couldn’t save anyone. The girl I loved was taken away too. They’ve all died for me, while they were converted into haye. I couldn’t even keep a photo, that too was not good for me, hit me, until I had to destroy it. Once anyone gets taken away they’re never coming back, not even their photo survives. They’re in the well, as unreals.

In delta you live in tight proximity to the people of this place. Each one of them is a complete monster in its own right. Has to be handled individually. So movement is restricted, patience is the key. Talking to them is suicide. Staying aloof is the only way out, as you move from one area to another. Place is filled with death traps one wrong move and you could get trapped for hours, until FCs free you. It can get horrible for Prado with no combat training too. So he must improvise. Moving around a little. EVerything is slow, very slow for Prado, for his own good.

In Delta a lot of the people ride in cabals and tribes like mad max hunters, as soon as they start arriving, they stop the flow of blood in you, and you start gasping for a way out of their grasp, their ninja hold has to be cut lose, if you want to survive here. It isn’t like anything before. They are brutal inhuman, I ve them at it before, they cannot be stopped, fleeing is not an option. Just FC2 give them to make them go away, when in their clutches and you feel like dying, then FC2 will give you, and you break free from that hold.

It’s just some of the people of delta, they’re the ones I should not interact with at all. They have a mighty ego, usually good at spreading diseases, keeping this place dirty, and they can’t be trusted at all. They lie and are jealous, staying aloof helps, but then they get noisy and start breaking you, very cold very indifferent. When they come you hide in panic room. Beserks totally bad company. Not human at all, very bad people. Sly.

So I was here many years before I actually came to delta. In those times there was talk about a people called Gujjars. But I never met any of them. Back then I had heard they were dominating this place. That was a short stay I had here, that was a different life. Now that I’m actually here I’m getting a chance to know them better. Its a long way.

It is my intention to introduce to you the FC2 machine built by Naeta निकले dad, it is more sophisticated and more complex than anything built by the fortress ever. It is taylor made for Prado so cannot be useful or even interpreted by any real or unreal. It has a programming era, during which it takes input specifically from Prado, later it starts running on its own yielding resultful navigation or fate from Prado within excursion to Delta. It is predicted that delta is deemed a most formidable foe for Prado, where in he is supposed to be making full use of FC2, to the fullest, until he is completely free from it, allowing him freedom from delta to the least, and may be even from The Fortress.

Prado is now tacted for transfer by Naeta, to a location called the Delta site in the outskirts of the fortress. This region tauted as the hardest tarrain for anyone that Naeta has not already examined. That’s where all Naeta’s subjects end up after turning riped according to his edicts.

Its where Prado must adhere to the FCs for guidance or will not be able survive Naetas Delta level. It is a heavy combat arena like no other in the world, really small with just 3 floors and square outer perimeter. Not bigger than a small building.

Each day many people assigned to this kind of an arena show up to test Prado. They frustrate him, break him, torture him, do a lot of experimentation too. Prado can’t gasp for air even, it is such a tight location. The fear of consequences absolute and undeterred, they could have hanged him instead, but this is just sport for Naeta.

These people kept at it and kept broadcasting like the core wished it. One of them agent Naeta was responsible for the fate of the boy now man called Prado. Naeta felt his time was over and he should now die for his family the house owner of which a dad. They always kept him in a social model so that he would grow up in that kind of a world, thus they changed their ways and kept growing on the premise that society was the way they would build the fate of Prado.

Unreals, a lot of them inhabit the land, even far out of the fortress. Prado was born in a house within the fortress, so he was a special boy. Later in life he made friends with a lot of broadcasters the real room people, of the fortress. They were the ones whom he started calling FCs. This fortress and the real ones inside it were a lot like CIA agency people of the West. So we have a huge number of Unreals outside the fortress, a good number of people in a big glass city of Mumbai, constituting the fortress of real people, and Prado with his FCs inside it. All of this set in a dystopian world ofcourse.

The fortress emits all sorts of broadcasts that we have cogitate then manifest into an excursion post, giving me entertainment and excitement, when read by someone over the internet. It is the quintessential celeb that does not yet exist in the world. Most broadcasts from the fortress are captured on TV or print media, can do upto a IMAX experience. Only unreals are celebs here. They have to be brewed in a field or valley of fans then can become stable emitters of log, or something you call larger than life. So where are all these unreals hosted. In a farm like their fans, where they are undergoing meticulous quality checks and strict controls so they stay in unreal state no matter what for Prado only good for viewing on a screen, with high quality THX audio.