Very first seen on the internet around the काले times. That’s many years ago. The very first icon was my dad, that’s how they built the family. But several years ago my dad passed away. Now all that remains is people who are sir nikle. That should suffice. An entity called R24 which appears to be a generic news channel seems to be feeding everyone here with that icon. And that’s what brings us inside or keeps us inside city of radius.

It is in the nature of haye that it does not merely levitate but it only comes to take. Icons therefore invariably do get created on their own, and all icons old or new undoubtedly do converge into the central sir icon. Therefore the inevitability of the city called Radius.

So the future is about icons only. One should traverse haye space through icons alone, taking the facade then exiting through hindsight dying for it.

After realising the truth. There is nothing more to do. In kung fu you have to take a break, then rest. But this thing is live all the time. I sleep when they sleep, I wake up when they get active in the morning. I know when they are coming, then I know how to respond to them as well. It’s been many years now I have no memory of each day each encounter when hks come I get scared I still get cold sweat, that I may not make it this time.

Whether they know I exist or not I don’t know. But yes they are cold and to the best of my knowledge and experience, they don’t know even, they’re just binary.

I’m human I’m not meant for any of this. But I survive out of just the man code hidden deep inside those binary. They kill only. And I don’t know much about the future. I’ve seen them hunt each other. It’s just crazy I scream and shout.

They don’t see me yet, that’s why they haven’t found me here. There is nothing I can do everything is automated.

Yesterday was just a regular day in radius. Nothing is simple in this town, everything is just precariously set. I have to be very careful, yet somethings gotta give and I hear hks getting loud and I just start getting cold sweat it’s not from some disease but it feels like dying. Then recklessly I start walking outside upto the society gate, where I meet a neighbor. I start talking not realising that more hks were just locking on. In radius talking to someone has a human side but it’s deadly fatal. I should stay to myself. I kept following the hk noise until I reached the highway. There I had a sigh of relief. When I got back in the night the ripples could still be felt hks were still active till 1am, that they usually are. It’s not some social day that I’ll get over it. Just hks as they became quieter then turned into ambient sensuality of sacred alluring aliens. I fell asleep later just caught in ripples as they died out.

A city of my own called grassland. After 10 years I envisage a city called grassland that is distant from haye, loge, radius, black natives. It should be impenetrable and sustain life as myself only.

In the long run maybe around after 4-5 years our proposal for a stable vicinity would be to not have radius here at all. It should be a tv show that gets aired from international locations those that would be radius for me. This place will just be a dark city, where black people are just looking for an icon, but never achieve that goal, and stay for me as levitons. Keeping them in levitation would require radius non existence here, only in remote location.

Here I’ll take blackening from tv only. And no HKs coming to take me. Loge should be on tv only. Local natives should not be able to turn into loge for me at all. This would allow a stable vicinity.

Outside the radius is a void space nothing just pure haye. Inside are regions where black people live the natives. They don’t do much just stay in manifestation of haye. So these are the black regions of radius. At the center is an icon. When this icon gets salvation here, the black people become loge and get really loud, and come to destroy me. Once they’ve done so peace prevails and I get to a safe place where I heal. Without the icon the black natives stay dormant. But keep seeking the icon here who will turn them into loge of radius. This is a daily activity. Other cycles are monthly or yearly.

The icon that lives at the center is the radius.

During the day heavy machines from black regions of the city start crawling out and start looking for me. I’m just about awake and ready from the place that was my previous night’s hideout from them. Oh how I sneeked deep inside a hole away from them and don’t want to come out. Then they start pinging strong spherical Haye ripples getting me out in no time. Then the hunt moving around the city until a highway is reached. From there I can still feel the ripples. Getting back inside and reaching radius is what the rest of the day is about. I’m even getting used to liquid food for the night. Will I find a radius that can be safe for me for the night or maybe two to three nights? But I hear them all the time like resting just effervescent, later getting louder when they start pinging dark matter. That’s what I call they’re coming!

I went down that road again today just crawling winding down those inner lanes then not able to make my mind. Only then crossed a few roads circles then just kept walking on the escape route out of here. When I reached the highway in slippers my confidence was low or was I dreaming. Then as I went down that highway out of the city I flung that fiendish sir icon into the exiting traffic out of here, so that in symbol it would never find me again. It was like a black curse that I lived with. How long would it take shape in? Some more years I guess.

God created man. Then he created woman. There is so much pain in this world. When I was in marooned dark city I could only have a dream of you just nightmares though. Everyday here I could not tell what would happen here. In dirty under passes and empty flyovers of this diserted city there was no life nobody was alive. Just these machines lurking in all over this place. They would draw me out into an arena where heavy gear machines would just have blood on their hands as they honked raced past me, making me scream.

Then I saw your photo in bikini you looked like a God, so beautiful like my saviour. As night drew the machines just kept crawling as they just wanted to draw me out into the open. So I hid in empty rooms with no electricity used underground tunnel systems to avoid going outside. Even though I haven’t met you I call you honey. I loved you all this while when machines crawled this dark city looking for you, their missing link to finding me. I hid you somewhere where loge central won’t be able to find you.