This movie along with Man of Steel, is what लखनऊ is about for me. It’s super hot stuff I used to endure in the name of TOI and money. These two things I don’t have anymore. I feel more like Crysis 3 here.

Those days I used to feel like a duck out of water, with no family no home. Only Crysis 2 was what I had. It was also an era of hindsight, when I knew I had to abandon many things as they had me at end of life.

Everyone was chasing me around surprising me to death. How I escaped that place only to come here.

The world isn’t real, that’s no surprise for me, so why not have something I can call my very own. That’s a big wish since we only consume knm. Once it comes true, only thing I have to do is to keep it somewhere safe. So when R happens it should return to me on its own after the stream gets quiet. Will it be of any use to me? Many I guess I keep needing tools utils and weapons.

I should build it on my own, such that they come back to me on their own after the nightmare.

The last 7 days have been quite something. The kind of knm I’ve always looked forward to. On DVD they look like supreme adventure, but in real life they are a hellish experience, at the end of which they leave behind a short memory of rush thrill and joy. A shot of acid jazz, with tears, the movie that comes to mind is the blair witch project. The memory left behind one of New York.

I do nothing at all now. I come downstairs from my room in the morning have my meals, then let the others fall in place, they give me some किंमिन then R follows, everything is painful ridiculous nightmarish deadly after that. I don’t make any memories at all here. Everyday is like a circus of deadly tricks that make me sick. I’m now really like Alice in Wonderland. Or even something that’s a reverse farce, a movie called Appu Raja comes to mind.

Once R is established, the rest of our lives is just kinmin, then we forget R, go on with our lives, loving what the others made for us to consume called kinmin. Exotica White…

I look around get compelled to do stuff here. It’s so clean, so romantic, everything perfect. I want my way here, I want to be in charge of my life, want what I want, whenever I want. That’s paradise for me, that’s what I deserve. A father. Emulate. Real life that feels like a movie called Alien Covenant. Fiction. Being here. I have Arrived.

I don’t know how to write about this character, let’s call her the mother who turns out to be my female avatar. Things are never simple here. There is a lot of difference between male and female me, starting with the fact that we are not seen as male or female by the others, instead as the program we are watching or enduring, thus our navigation of fate. Which over here is R.

So there can be many me here, both male or female and we behave as R and what all we do, endure, is also R. While meeting each other we’ll feel like watching that TV channel called R. In the end we’ll feel like something else and not R as if cheated or dumped. That’s the Stream we hear and speak or do. Bitter sweet yet audible never a others. We often feel like clones too, without knowing who the original R is? So we also get dumped by R.

The goal is to stay away from the others no matter what, because that’s undefined, superlatively speaking we get nothing in life just watch R. That’s depressing but the others only haye they are all knm. The others are seen as getting everything in life are social normal even perfect, but that’s not R, they emit R and that’s the only truth about Mann.

There was a time when I remember tv had only one channel called DD and how it used to move from local to national then international in terms of time of day and program. This thing predated DOS significantly. Having programs and movies on computer was unthinkable at a time when computers ran math and DB programs only. So thats what connects the two, programming. Later tv started having more than 100 satellite channels from everywhere, and computers started running YouTube. Yet TV controlled whatever happened in the house or what show ran here. We started calling DOS YouTube and YouTube R. That’s what we watch here. That’s what connects us. So no matter who I met and whatever I did I only watched R in life. It is like a program that keeps us clear of others here. Navigates us across the world so that we watch only what’s good for me here.

So this war, present day, between અરરો and Khintu, is ridiculous, deadly, foolhardy, slapstick. Nothing is real, nothing is ideal, there is no time and no space, only give and take. Talk to someone, reach someone, like being on an extra dimensional interstellar experience where everything is standing still, what we have here cyclic episodes, where nobody gets anything in life. Nobody dies and Noone lives even. A surreal quasi reminent of earth matrix if you will, but completely broken. Just a few Dos people. Night and day society people all fake. Nothing is true, Noone worthy of anything anyone here. It’s like the dark ages. No hate no love, just reactions interplay interactions like a circus. In a never ending world, just striving needlessly to get real again someday.

A game called F. ए. A. R. 3 comes to mind.

In the first DOS, we used diskettes to boot the computer and 64KB ram was enough for everything. It was like dad’s office, school computer room, were the only computer centers I knew of. Then came the Pentium processor and with it the computer came home in my room. Life was carefree I was 16, Pepsi Coke and video library’s. Life was good, we were kids, and nothing could happen to us. That’s how good the world was, before I became Khintu. Wake up…

Nobody knew what hell was, and why people died? Yet KOP always existed, in the hustle bustle of modern life we forget and ignore how closely life sees us, close calls unnoticed always did exist, but they used to cover it up so clean, nothing was objectionable ever. Give it to them.

It was only in Stage 2, that we became aware of such things only if at a mere subconscious level. They used to cover it up with money women kids etc. Mostly social aspects of oneself. Politics of people power flow came later on, but only after KOP in its most raw form occurred did Stage 3 came into effect. You had to break them manually, modern world had to end give into the dark era. They’re is no dialogue, nobody is human, only અરરો binary. So we stay aloof, the disease spreads by thinking even. I wonder if people will ever have a future in this era, the world is over, and we are at worlds end. The અરરો aren’t about society, just cover ups all fake. Kind of funny ridiculous even. So this war has its ups and downs. Most of the time just KOP routine, but it is ridiculous hilarious even at times. Like evil dead.

It is meaningless too, since both sides have fully covered up. What that means is that you win, regardless of whether you actually win or lose. It is the most stupid war in history. Thus we keep asking ourselves, why live why exist?

That’s what I’ll call myself, after coming out of here. Just a few waves and strays left, the Aliens are over. We pushed them out, CELL KPA were the ones who brought the Alien Ceph out in the open, or got me here, remember Sir Neetram who muscled me down with my guts out, they cut you up you know while you’re alive, their hearts gave out of shock. That’s what happens when you get here. Hell does not come out in the open for me, like the mastermind without those ones who brought me here. It was the jungle that came out and took him, he must have taken the lure, it takes a while before they let you go. Then all these knm constructs running all over the world, trying to connect to each other like a symphony, if you don’t break their synchrony in time, you’ll be here, and you die, there is nothing more to knm, that mirage those mythical social cities, all just a mechanism closing in on you. That’s what you call knm cover up, hits you like a buzz, won’t see it coming either. What are you. Meet that someone, break the chain, don’t let them build up on you.

It wasn’t always like that, this elusive mythical people, sacred at sight, are really just dirty. They hide their intentions in social structures, it is a maze, breaking it, takes a lot of intuition, you’ll know. Once they get disoriented, they’ll free you, until the next time they come to take me, said khintu. Once you get into their grasp, they explode you inside out from head to toe, this ain’t no urban legend. They take your whole life worths time to get you down, killing you. Get to Apollo on time, shutdown their core.

In Stage 3, not much human population is left in the world for Khintu. All COD/Log, just a few DOS people, who can help Khintu in shutting down their core. Then the jungle won’t be able to take me ever, that’s what Khintu stands for. But this procedure called KOP has to be repeated every time they come to take him. Other than that you’ll be immune to them, you only have to reach one of those DOS people. Not many left for me in this world though, so even when fully populated, it would look deserted like prehistoric times for me.