DVD, VCD, CD, Bluray. Movies, games, data. I keep them safe in boxes. They last long. Some blank ones for personal data. Blueray player is for movies to be watched on big screen TV sets. 1080p is the standard I follow. I won’t be upgrading to any new format.

This world is many different ways and many types of people. And they have an effect on me, and I have to keep my politics clean, to avoid eventualities. How they came to me if at all, otherwise they stayed in generic foreign format. Whilst in foreign format they produce anomalies observed periodically causing downtimes and hazards. Other people come to me slowly in constructs that we create use and throw away. We keep working on problems that we resolve together leading to situations, that I face and exit on my own safely. After which both of us are no longer foreign. A format is established to maintain friendship.

In an imaginary world of palaces and monsters lies the secret relic called Ankh. It holds the power of all the people of this place, all their envy and desire to destroy man. It also holds the antidote of the same desire. Thus man keeps his eyes out for it in the real world. He is not part of this modern marvel as such stays aloof. At certain intervals the ankh gets activated, and he must reach it, procure it, as it brings salvation and peace in this world, without causing any harm to him either. It’s an adventure but very dangerous. I do nothing here, just follow the Ankh, people don’t recognise me here, not until the Ankh gets activated, as a phenomenon that only I can see experience and follow.

I remember coming here for the first time. It was such an amazing experience the plane journey then cab driving me to this place. I had imagined after closing worldy affairs, I’d have a quite life here. Just waking up watching TV breakfast then shower then lunch. I would drive around the city, exploring every bits and places. The town was brand new, shops malls movies all new, with lot of work still going on in the background. In later years I find myself on the roads of the same city just managing to get enough food, and sleep in the same house. Dangerous nightmare it has turned out to be. Maybe the carefree life in early days caused the ankh falling into the wrong hands. The people here allowed and taught me how to furnish it and render it through various direct or indirect channels of flow of money.

Another movie is Jason X for me. These two are like Alien too, in that people or the protagonists die in the end. Human life is vulnerable and these bad guys find the right scheme of luring into their world, from which one cannot escape at all. We become weak and sensitive to nature’s predators be it physical or metaphysical. Then we succumb and don’t want to admit to our weaknesses getting weaker, then just dying one day.

In summer, from April to July I start getting weak. It’s a red zone and I turn myself off from the civilization, eventually getting myself in a dangerous situation, where I’m salvaged by people, the same ones I started getting aloof off, before entering the red zone. It’s crazy actually.

Other than guns, weapons, judo, tanks, jets, subs, gadget, gear, armor, engineering, they have to put in a lot of time as computer programmers, on high level languages, using internet technologies. Those are the ingredients of an orthogonal war. The sizes of the monsters in space is huge, imagine a beta monster having stars as snacks the size of the sun. So war engagement requires lot of internet abstraction then wiring it all up with the earth news channels, while staying aloof of loge cities on earth. All this is just visualization, abstractions, internet, creation of apps where you could strategise all of this and be able to introduce your stake into their world, like हैकिंग. Each marine has its own self sufficient warrior soul protecting it. So he or she needs to be a computer programmer हाफ his life, even building virtual realities like the Xatrix.

There won’t be another human born in this universe, ever. Once he’s born it’s just loge and him or her. Conversely, a human can’t be born on its own, it needs loge to be its parent and to give it a universe where he or she can exist. Loge™

In the not so distant future, कोड named zeta, will be an अर्थ, a loge central command with present day social cities, while the rest of the universe would be a cover up, which would be alien beings fighting a deadly death match that would continue to fuel the earth loge cities coming here as before. These aliens would be powered by a loge fuel or blood. The magnitude of alien would be a fusion of predalien and ceph. Cell controlled planets all over the universe. My marines a small fleet of good human soldiers would fight them, but it would be an orthogonal war, not direct, lasting as long as earth. Present day won’t be able to gauge the enormity of the scale at which zeta be fought. I would live in its backdrop fearing earth when it comes as before.

This blog is dedicated to a war between loge and his forces or relics against my forces called artifacts by me. It’s an infinite war, one that by nature does not end. So restlessness is not a virtue. Patience pays. This war is like no other ever seen or heard of. It has it’s roots in pure haye versus creation. Loge is the child of the haye entity, and I’am creations child.

The relic that loge uses against me, to destroy me, is called the one. Stop all ways by which it is created, instead, allow only a relic called six. The one relic kills the female me and uses that to kill me later. The six relic would do no such thing.