This is about the perfect organism. It could be defying gravity, spitting acids, keeping the world in jurrasic or just a desert. Warrior hoards wastelands pirates and marines. It could be a world of only war jedis or sorcery. But it’s not, the perfect is only social. It’s foundation is something that it is confident about. It is most feared because of the icon involved otherwise it is just a mirage or sacred. Also shows that this thing is not human but haye only, systematic binary.

I’m living here just not dying, by a thread of a miscalculated perfect organism. But it’s perfect so I’m in contradiction. Everything that happens, happens exactly as it was meant to be. What I think is just a notion presented or allowed so that the icon in question acts on instinct and I’m dead.

The notion of a city which is dead. Not literally though just lots of people social a regular city yet these people are dissatisfied in life not happy not killing not living not dying, just in stasis. No salvation for them why? Because this city no longer has an icon. They are just loge for me, who are only chasing the ghost of me that everyday they could emerge with an icon and make me real for them. I’m just a puppit in their hands which they can’t get right. I’m miserable but surviving because they are perfect beings and strive for an icon alone nothing in between.

Finding icons in this world is difficult. While they are away the place is empty, the air is damp greesy the roads empty like no hope no future. No water, the sky solemn, dry leaves clad trees like sleepy hollow. There is no life and no one alive. Only in this season of hot arid sunless summers do I need to meet an icon who will rescue me from this lifeless hell.

Yes I’m totally into myself. Even icons are वहम for me. I keep them all in tv only. Others in internet. I’ve just been talking to myself on this totally empty planet in front of TV.

We humans don’t meet anyone other than icons in life. Yes we even fall in love, get married to them, then divorce them, also we find them attractive sensual, then we cry when they die in our arms leaving behind voids, that can’t be filled, years of separation then new icons show up, and we fall in love again. Sometimes we can’t get them and watch them marry somebody else, then years of tragedy and loneliness.

Once डॉ cochren discovered travel at light speed in early 21st century ही came into history books. Then he was not found anywhere at all. Many years later in the 23rd century the starship enterprise on its deep space exploration missions found a planet where he was trapped with a beautiful woman, who was taking care of him. But she was a powerful entity that would not let him free. How he got lost after making history that called vulcans here is a mystery.

So it’s not a pickle that humans are not social, not married, not having family, not having kids and not dying for anyone. We are all clones, with the same me. We have our own personal icons too. And yes we do nothing here just suffer mishaps. Then we heal and rest.

And yes we are sons and daughters of icons too.

Now I know that I have to live with it. These loge just will break into any military base that I build. And I’ll end up in this house all over again. They get their way, I’m not the one who destroys. So I stay afraid and do nothing. I go to places they compel me to, like a hostage, and suffer a mishap. Just loge and icons all over this place taking me for a ride. Will I survive and for how long?

Every room in this house is meant for some debacle for me. I have to cook or prepare everything for a while before using or it will cause some mishap. Similarily I must turn off stuff after use otherwise it will break something else here.