The world is indeed destroyed for joe. Nothing survived that he could call home or safe. The damage was done and world that once was is now just an endless wasteland for joe. For many years joe trolled this wasteland, looking for reason for answers. His ability of thought was also impaired rather suppressed, he couldn’t even think straight, leave alone reason. Thus entering a realm of extreme sci-fi, or even hell. All the time he would hear noises curses invocations satanic verses against him, against man itself.
He then stumbles upon a hidden cult of people, almost from his imagination, wahem like. They were called kale log, black people. They seemed to be the fore fathers or ancestors, even creators, of the world he once knew. They led him to a place in the wasteland, after many years of travel, called the jungle. A game preserve that was an arena where a team death match was being held by a man called the Master and his Gate keeper. Slowly, all his doubts and disbeliefs were answered by this jungle but in the process took him in, from where he could not escape, and started calling it home. In later years he even repairs his confidence and becomes a fearless warrior among the various and many bosses of the arena. Jane is one of the bosses, joe does not fear her this time, calls himself solitary.
After years of fighting confidence building in the jungle he realises the obvious truth, that the jungle, the bosses, the kale log, were all unreal. He gets wiser, builds tools, the dome, specifically for this purpose, of putting them to rest. See these people could not be fought by man, only delivered, or brought here. Salvation for joe then was to get them here, render then, keep them furnished. He built echelons with the help of these people, to allow him to give to them, thus bringing them here, putting them to rest. In all these ways, in following years, joe got peace thus.

Joe was always a loner, it was only after he meets Jane as a teenager, that things start happening in his life. As a teenaged lover Jane was still abusive, Joe’s innocence just made him a perfect victim, starting wars all over the world over harsh tragedies in news. Joe always knew there was something wrong with the world even before he met jane, even more so now that he was in love, he couldn’t see her flaws and envy, was just blind in love. Jane never had the confidence to confront joe directly then brought in other men to break his heart.

Later on in life joe forgets Jane and forgives the hatred and abuse, treats her like a child, a lover so true. Gets busy and moves on. After a few years of finishing school, working in full time, earning pay, he never notices that Jane was still stalking him. Then Jane makes one more attempt at him, this time trying to break him severely by meeting him, rekindling love, then marrying someone else right before his eyes. This shatters joe, he can’t get anything right.

He can’t understand what went wrong? In despair meets another girl, who returns his love and saves him from disaster caused by Jane. This however proves to be an even bigger disaster for joe as later on he realises that by getting married to her he has opened the Pandoras box. All hell breaks lose, and the whole world starts getting destroyed. In later years he realises this single event triggered something irreversible for joe. The end of the world as he knew it. After a few years of marriage then divorce, starts the long journey of joe towards finding out all about the others and Jane, his wife being the same person.

Jane was the only ever perfect infiltrator who made it into the life of joe. In the post apocalyptic world in a ruined wasteland lay several of these intricate domes from which the others were being brought here by Joe.

Joe recovers in the wasteland slowly, and sees Jane as some supernatural being at the very core of the others. She was the others personified, the lure he took as a teenager, the something strange elusive feeling he had about the world. Betrayed by True Love joe is shattered and completely destroyed. Alien beings all over the world looking and behaving like Jane. That breaks Joe’s confidence even further. He slowly figures out the truth about the others and their connection to Jane. Then discovers flaws introduced into the others systemic, which he interprets as the stream. A secret weapon to neutralize the aliens. The love he had for Jane paid off as a dim glimmer of hope for him in a destroyed wasteland being run by hell demons aliens, the others.

The others never really intended joe to have a life, for them joe was just a bio mass that they needed to deliver to their end cause. So joe is a lonely protagonist in this blog. The others built a cover up for man that was fundamentally indirect and social, er or death by social in consequence.

When joe meets Jane early in life she is seen as a very jealous female of the others, created to delude him of any life that he could possibly ever have with a real human female. She just breaks his heart even marrys him later on in life only to destroy him further, cause more physical harm than ever possible.

Jane is the others. She kills. Joe only stays in love with her, out of conscience or because he is afraid of the others.

The others are a supreme being. Joe is a simple man. There is nothing Joe can do as the others are born only after joe was destroyed. And there are a tonne of them outthere for him to tackle. So the odds are clear.

Based on this premise, it yet is a war between man and the others. There is no politics even, there is no head count, only becoming the others for him. That’s what joe endures throughout his life. These people are sophisticated deadly and working at a scale unimaginable for joe or even mankind.

So joe does nothing in life he just follows the stream as it leads him and others into the dome periodically. The world is post apocalyptic with patches of the matrix here and there really isolated cases though. Joe is not super human just a man. The others do stuff that is unreal for him, so he evades them, and stays social, which is their ground reality positioning.

The others keep him limited to the space they provide him, all they want from him, he gives through the dome.

Joe’s world is tragically, sophisticated, completely sci-fi. For a human being nothing is more tragic than knowing that other beings are only into hurting him. Also there is no question about communication here, there is no intelligent life out there besides joe or the rest of mankind. Joe is the symbol of the only surviving human among a tonne of निकले humanoid unreal beings. All science is about blood genes embryos DNA other chemicals molecules making up the human as well as the निकले hereditary genetic makeup.

Living in a made up life is all joe gets, it is like the matrix or the 13th floor movies. The निकले are assassins wanting to destroy joe nothing more. How he gets around is a nightmare of streams of ill will mishap occurrences, that end only when he wakes up in the morning. Everyday he is just jacking in inside this made up life of the निकले getting hurt, rebuilding himself to survive the next onslaught, then healing and resting from the corrosion of the others here.

The only end game for joe everyday, is getting them here, keeping them jealous, keeping them arrogant, until they start coming here, that’s what he calls rendering them, where they get neutralized for a while. That’s joe for me. The Dome is all joe knows. That’s the only thing he is good at. Over the years, since childhood, he is loneliest now. More isolated, they give him space so he can do his magic, endure the Dome incident. That’s his programming.

The others are programmed similarly to destroy him, destroy man, from the very things he’s built from, the very things he is natively designed to do. So joe is a loner, not anti social. But he gets them all here, into the dome, to endure the ritual, a painful sight, of getting the others here.

This reminds me of my home town actually, Lucknow. It’s a pretty place I have a lot of really fond memories of my childhood there parents siblings and schools. Another movie comes to mind thereof called The Event Horizon.

So what are black holes when they come down to earth? So there are in existence or coming in existence people places and times in the world of निकले for joe, those that open the gateway to hell for him, wherein he arrives here readily. He must evade and route his navigation strictly thus so as to avoid falling into any one of them no matter what. Regardless of what joe wants or desires he will get rerouted away from them without fail.

So life sucks for joe here, he must stay in this state of navigation all the time, or face end of world situation for himself.

Joe quickly figures out that this log tech was their cover up against him or just more people chained together into one small country, then further down to the rest of the world. This isn’t some episode of star trek or madhoshi. It is his house, or what he thought it to be.

How is he going to get out of this kind of a facade. It is impossible for him to do so, since they are all descendants of the Xenomorph. So game over, joe now has no choice but to do nothing at all in life, only follow what he is told. In a further realisation he figures out that these people cannot be won over or destroyed, they exist as is without change for man since time in memorial.

Joe has no choice but to live among them taking clues and facing repercussions as they unfold daily. Building himself, working in guidance of these people. Is there any fruitful future as a man could demand, no. Yet the value of life and its importance to joe is evident to him by now. These people are not real for him, they are निकले.

The black goo is what the jungle is made up of. It is pure haye. But it can’t get to you on its own, a creator is required, the one who converts transforms or gives it to you in the form of an entity, that won’t let you run at all, and won’t let you get your way at all. Then based on these premises gets to you and destroys you. No bargain no middle way no escape.

In Joe’s case it is a social Xenomorph or just simple social people living their lives around him, benign benevolent. In such undetected world seamless and uniform in its composure how does he even figure out how to evade these social animals equipped with nothing just coincidence or nikle. He calls them log, as he is suspicious and sceptical about novel stuff around him, and calls them log technology.

The jungle is pure haye like a mummys curse. It kills. So we take whatever problems we face in our real life seriously, meticulously, knowing much about ourselves as we go along. It’s a crazy life cycle. Why live even when we are only meant for enduring problems ? This question no matter how ridiculous does come to mind often for joe here. It is only when we see light at the end of the tunnel does it get answered.

The jungle does not exist for joe in this modern world, only problems do. We are not meant to solve anything just endure them and leave the rest in the hands of whoever comes down that tunnel and only hope that they can help us survive. I’ve been saved often here by many people. I can only thank them enough and yet remember those as well who got me into this nightmare even if just a wahem.

The jungle no matter how metaphorical does exist for joe, it only comes to take him though, nevertheless just a wahem a coincidence or a glitch. Whatever joe broadcasts or makes, the problems do have resemblances and therefore some clues as well as they unfold. However, experience shows they can only be taken, not solved.

With problems solutions also come. Routines don’t work for joe, he has to keep moving, keep doing stuff he calls me. But when he starts facing the problem, then all doors get locked, and he gets back to hell. These metaphorical monsters then become a reality for joe. How he survives is the untold story.

I get up early then get fresh to start my day. Normally I go downstairs and have tea then breakfast. I then have to go to the broadcasting room from where I have to create checkpoints and content of myself, this turns out to be a sophisticated, pretty complex home gaming system. After uploading to YouTube or gaining a score I get enough energy to complete stuff like shower. Then the rest of the day is just people coming in and leaving, for various reasons like lunch dinner supper and cleaning. Engineers carpainters gardeners labours all visit on demand or on change of season. I do live in this house but it turns out to be my safe hut. I know a lot of people here in the name of family society country but all turn out to be something that is of interest to me, some of them even the jungle.

Therefore I stay alert and frosty throughout the day, people are known to be aggravated and dangerous. That’s why I do nothing at all in life, other than making content out of myself at best rest of the time I heal and rest from fatigue caused by Nikle causality. Money in this modern era has left me or joe having little interest in it.