When we first met, it was just me calling out for my saviour. See icons are only navigation, but what I need is a soul mate. Our projection for the icons is a warrior soul, which we see manifest in most icons. We feel like losers most of the time but we never show up anywhere. Our life is just an austere facade that we don’t understand. We live in real cold fear and low sense of security which keeps us aloof from them too.

Each icon gives a normal world for a while, then has to be rendered. Life is therefore navigation then rest and some healing from enduring hindsight of icons. This journey is never ending even going in circles around the same icon. Everything we do requires a lot of icons those that are the keys to unlocking space and time, even things and people. Sometimes we get starved of icons and have to hide for months even take injury. When the right icon shows up we reach a destination which we call home for a while. Icons keys to safe journey, or navigation.

In this beta dominated wasteland I survive by hiding from the Beta war machines trolling all over the world. In creeks recesses and bugs of the Beta haye space commandeered by loge. I must stay invisible to them, without food water or sanitation. Until I discover an icon that will restore balance I cannot come outside and have a normal life. I must keep looking for new icons in a chain as none of them survive for long and start bringing the Betas again.

The kingdom of Knuth has been betrayed by it’s king the Alpha. Now it’s been taken over by the jealous Betas. I a king bringer who died for his king, is now the only surviving Knuth. I must put to rest the Alpha king who brought the Betas into our kingdom and survive this beta wasteland. Everything is haye for me here. It is just a matter of time that the Betas will strike at me and destroy me. I must prevail and bring a new king an Alpha who would bring balance, bringing back the peaceful kingdom of Knuth. Everytime the Betas strike a new icon will be brought here to rule the kingdom of man. Until then this arid wasteland the treacherous plains will be dark and full of haye for me.

A tale about the kingdom of Knuth. It’s king an Alpha runs this place and keeps the jealous Beta out of his land. But the Beta can’t have their way because of Alpha. So they haye the Alpha and stay jealous of him. The Alpha survives and keeps his kingdom running because of his people who sacrifice themselves by pretending to be the Alpha. The Beta seduce the people of Knuth and lure them away from home by letting them have things they couldn’t have in Knuth. Or by letting them run the whole world as an Alpha would. Beta only kill, so they haye the victim as soon as he takes the lure. Alpha stays arrogant and decrees that the victim died for Knuth.

He is who I call the one or sir. The one who brings the sacrilege of man. The juggernaut like David who comes to the green plant and drops the black goo on them, killing everyone. The alpha does nothing without fulfilling that destiny of his. So he must be furnished regularly as he changes form, and each form rendered by man separately through sacrifices.

Those whom you refer to as Icons are really predators. They are borne out of pure negative energy like a haye or black goo. They only know the path of arrogance and bring in even bigger and badder more haye predators, that’s in their nature. They are self destructive too and keep killing each other in the goal of killing man it’s source of salvation. They even become me or turn me into themselves in order to deliver haye to man in order to destroy him. Whatever they give to man has to be returned or rendered in order to survive haye.

You wake up one day on the hindsight of most of the icons here, and you don’t understand why nothing is going your way. So they’re all predators that you called icons. Only way out is to throw away whatever they gave to you all these years. Free space and zero displacement. But that’s not the end of it. Now you have to fight more and more bigger and badder predators everyday. It’s not even a planet anymore just a haye space that you navigate safely. Just evasion is the only way out.

From the day you were born you knew that this day would come. All this takes preparation and time, things unfold in 10 or 30 years minimal campaign time. When you come out of this you will know that you would be the only person alive on this planet, rest would be just haye for you. So it’s a predators arena too. So you are saying people aren’t real ? They are all MeJ. These others are like your praetor or nano suit as well. You need them to survive here as well. Keep folding. You bring them here through becoming an icon.

This is an emergency protocol. Icons weren’t ever going to stay friendly or human forever. They just turn into haye themselves on a certain threshold with man and then start destroying him or her. So they have to be rendered or evaded all the time. They reach proximity range and create a radius of predation naturally with man. It’s a daily hunt for them after the friendly part is over, or once they’ve created their radius around man. Captivation and submission to an icon follows and man dies.