Experience My Life

I never had an interest or knowledge of the West, only through the IS news feeds and the Taurang. Syria, Iran, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, Palestine, Gaza were all the Levant. I’m just a businessman in Mumbai, with little knowledge about other continents. Mostly from my connections in Pakistan, and UAE. India is now my home land, they were kind to me, a little expensive, yet they covered up through money, that I started owing them, and they did not pesk me about local law and order, I started making money over the internet, through various internet portals, entertainment sites, boutiques, fashion lines, in the name of my spouse. I got refined here, and cleaned up. Started living like a Hindu, in those kind of urban households. But they stayed connected and circulating people to my place, and offices, as people. I never argued with them, just let them in, gave them money, through business. The authorities, were also dependent on people here, God believers. I was still a smart agile person for them, so they harassed me often, and I gave up on the mob, lived without weapons, just phone books, and emails. They wanted something more, bankruptcy. That was their end game now, that I died, without money. So I never disclosed to them the sources of my income, not even to the authorities, give them some figure that they could believe in, and associate with, what people informed them about. The network of people is strong, global. They used to get pushy, even wanted to make attempts at me to break me, in a foreign land, I felt lonely, abused and even victimized. But, they used to want money only, then they’d leave. Everything belonged to them actually. I never noticed even the money. So I started living off a keycard of me called, Rt. That when covered up by them, now, used to turn into money that they did not have. That made them leave, on their own, and consequently they would die, without fulfillment of cover up. They were never real people, just jealous entities. Life became a struggle, close range proximity war, with no weapons, just freak incidents, and no Rt. I changed my name to Vijay.

After years of living in Mumbai, I realized the simple truth, that it was only about jealousy, this money and power circulation of people, all over the world. They wanted money from me, some way or the other. I lost faith in humanity, and people became a mere mishap, or a D-Day show down, for me, where they could get me dead. That’s all they wanted. They were hiding it in their money matters. That’s a big world and Narus is all about the world economies, the money and bioengineering. It makes me nervous, the flow of money, anonymity. I met Abu Salem, in 1947, a kingpin, of gangs of Mumbai, Dubai, and Pakistan. He wanted to start operations, and hide outs for the big wigs in the name of terrorism, inside India. Connecting everything all the way up to the 90s, Mumbai underworld, bomb blasts, terror attacks, NASDAQ crashes, and other news makers. He had a alias here in Madras, called Naetram, totally out of a shot in the dark, I wrote to him, started corresponding with him, to get me access to codes, and Rt. Dawood Ibrahim, and Chota Shakil, all wanted for serious offences by Mumbai police, still at large, nobody ever nabs such international gang members, bullshit, even for the Tomb Raider. But what of the haye for me, the D-Day, where is it ? Even as Ripley I could not get inside Narus, how those bank accounts worked and the guise of billions of people, numerous off-shore locations and bases. everything is covered up here. I can’t get any clues or hints. So I stopped becoming a gangster. Used some small business, like a mom and pop store, to keep working for the mob, in Dubai. Otherwise I would starve without intelligence and guidance, other than that I was totally independent, no one had a grasp of who I was, or where or even how to find me. Just an invisible entity, but still at large, their corporate numbers were showing discrepancies, and that’s how I found out that they were looking for me. I past was clean by now. Only in the now, so I started dying a little day by day, and then healed. Now it was totally ghost protocol for me. No real people even, just Log, circulating all over the world, but not aware of who I was, just Rt, something they don’t have. But they come, and I don’t stop them, pry open everything, and I know they are anxious of not having me, but they leave, not finding me here.

LV 426, Oh my God, did I never see it coming that, these Aliens would call me back from my survivalist self. I made it, yes out of Nostromo, alive, but lost all my crew mates, and Ash turned out to be a synthetic, really careless, and the guy who got us all killed. Amanda, my daughter found my SOS message from life boat, and that helped in getting me out of deep space, until a salvage team, got me while I could have floated off into endless space, away from the company. But after coming out of all of that I also, like hitman, realised that truth behind Narus, and what all it wanted from Weyland-Yutani, and me. But I turned out to be a real person, not some jealous disciple of Ridley, another clone of Pandutji. Now, I’ve joined my leadership and experience with the Marines. Together we’ll fight this company, and end their ferocious very dangerous weapons called xenomorph and predator. For that we need to keep this company in our sights, because they are the ones, who bring them here, in a way that we are mere victims. I want to be powerful and arrogant, end the rule of these giants. Quash them, restart the human race, somewhere else, some other place, where we are safe, and agile, not just victims. And have a real life, the way we wanted to be, in a dream maybe.

Now I became more and more disgruntled with these people, society, just dying rotting away in fermentation camps, becoming more and more, or Log for me. They’ve been doing it to me, all along, after almost decades of not knowing anything about myself, even while I committed crime, smuggling, robbery, murder, and various other gang war activities, along side with tarnished cops, I’ve been arrogant, and did not understand what society meant, I didn’t die for anyone, didn’t give to anyone, anything, no sacrifices, just hate from people. So I turned into a gangster, and now to make my survival more consequential for myself, an international hitman. But with my Asian background, I was never aware of racism, and neo Nazi race camps, even terrorists, wanting to destroy the world. CIA trailers, MI6, FSB, ISI, Chinese police now could not follow me into this new world of espionage, terror, war, crime, and even racism. For a while I fought with freedom fighters in Afghanistan, even IS group. Learnt a lot of weapons and tactical computers, hi-tech equipment. I started calling myself, Abdullah, a Muslim refugee from the middle east, changed my name and even my Chinese origin. I was nothing back then, with my wife, finally, moved to Mumbai, as rich people from Afghanistan. Built a small studio for making internet videos of my celebrity wife, turned all my crime money to white dollars. Starting living like a businessman, of fame, repute and connections. I had realized by then, that the world was only jealous of me, by very nature, so, I did not think about right or wrong, took up whatever way I saw fit to put an end to my persecutor, my jealous foe, and his arrogant weapons.

A city bustling with people, business, police, and the gangsters. What life does a gangster have, maybe he gets big, rich, keeps evading the police, and they let him do it. Later he gets himself a house after defeating all the other bad guys in the bay area, turns out to be the new leader of the gangs. Finds love and affection of a film star, a heroine, herself a victim of the police. And isn’t society responsible for all of these crimes, where we find ourselves struggling to make money, housing, and respect. A peace of heaven is what we all desire. Some people are smart and stay arrogant, so don’t go down the usual path of regret that most people the billions of people do, like in the public sector, and private ones. Then they all slowly die for their family, bringing Pandutji on TV, leader of their community. Does this gangster have a future, or just a short lived life, where he dies suddenly, in a chanced setup, where he is either caught by the police for numerous unforgivable crimes, or by other foreign, more criminal gangsters with sophisticated weapons, even terrorists who can get away with anything in a haste. See that’s called being set up, or a trade off, for being so arrogant all the while, ignoring signs in nature and specially in those billions of people circulating here. Options and then compromises, why not surrender and let the law take it’s course. Even such brazen bravados are not above the law or society, ahead or hidden from Pandutji’s watchful spies and surveillance network. So how does he die, as he later figure outs that guilt and fear have levelled him down, he cannot stay ahead of Narus anymore, must die, like any other citizen. Or be caught and wait execution like a normal gangster, serving imprisonment. Later the hope of a clandestine exodus from native county to a foreign state, immigration.

Those marines, their white sites, were the first few good men and women who started a new race of humans, real people, wanting to fight Narus, bring an end to Weyland-Yutani, it’s high tech, weapons, called the aliens xenomorph and yuitasu, a hunter killer, from exo deep space system, in the galaxy, all developed with the now exhumed Engineers, another earth like race of human DNA bipeds, but alien origin, bad species, arrogant, that weyland Yutani, helped to bring to earth, the end of life, creatures, that is all that they ever did, kill. Now, in 2057, after the end of the Ceph invasion from another galaxy, the colonial marines are formed, the real NATO, fighting Narus, all its clones of Pandutji. Headed by a recluse, weyland Yutani officer, whom they meet, later in the future, Ripley.

A group of young Americans, trained by Cia, started calling themselves Marines, as it is evident clearly, that the world is a bad land, everybody presidents, governors, DMs, police and the armed forces, all training, planning the next generation cover up, that would bring the West into their country, in a ghost protocol, kill natives, become a false notion, and vanish, the local rulers taking responsibility hiding it from their victims all information about how such coups even happened, secret concentration camps, hide outs, black sites. Perfect day to die as well for indoctrinated fractured victims. Then they even turn out to be good, like their parents, and give them some consolation. Mad science, secret portals, Aliens, predator technology, even hell gates. They stay covered up and arrogant, we call them X. Or some false notion, ghosts, just nothing, thin air. The Marines are the first generation of fighters, who broke out of the Cia chain of command, became a new America, one that stood for freedom and unity, truth and God. They were the first ones who learnt how to break the cover up, that the west used, it’s ghost protocol. That saved them their lives, and they were able to figure out the truth about the world, the matrix, saved themselves from dying in a incident, which could have turned them into a social defunct. And they would have died believing in it. Later, in 2019, almost at the time that Narus took shape, they grew their size, and became, sophisticated and advanced against the West. With a lot of white sites all over the solar system, in the coming years, and called themselves real NATO, not the fake, incident, called covered up, US.

The world here at Narus, is pretty simple. A really big US, bombing and killing everyone, with weapons of mass destruction, precision, and sophistication, almost hellish, even Gothic. It is disproportionate and cruel, extinction level, machinery. With a base is almost every of the 255 countries, and fleets in the ocean and the skies, even space. It is a grid lock, worst than the matrix, so much so that people die on their own, when they cover up. But they need native DMs, Governors, Kings, and rich people, to bring that cover up, to native helpless victims, if mad science won’t suffice that is.

Docks is where all alien activity was first noticed by President, Salem Al Mali ck. He was then another ancestor of now executive of Narus Inc, a clone subject of Pandutji. CELL is a fraternity of DMs, who seek to bring the Alien Ceph, back to New York. That is their only goal, the year is 2057. Prophet, code named nano suit, is at the same docks, where CELL was keeping him in a confined sarcophagus cradle, for disembarking. Psycho, now out of the nano suit far away, and recovered, from the skinning labs, is at the same docks to free Prophet, and make way to the dome, that now a barren New York is, wanting to shut down the CELL, whom he sees as the bigger threat to humanity, and believes that the alien invasion is now over, just a few strays left. But Prophet, has seen it coming, with his mind mangled with the alien Ceph, he believes that the alien invasion is only getting bigger and stronger, now even with the Alpha Ceph, in control of the planet, and ready to bring something to our world from the home galaxy, M22. The real war is now coming to Earth, with Nano Hardware, Prophet, the only way of stopping the alien invasion, which could destroy Earth.

See, people of this country are jealous, and they hide it in the West. Good ones like me, hide from them, know that they are jealous. They make lame excuses like society, family, jobs, cities, causes, politics, money, wars, even countries or races. And call all these things cover ups. Calling it a rage against society, like bundled package of crytek, skynet, ghajini. People, were actually always WesNikle, like totally fake, and pure arrogant haye. No way out. Naturally, I don’t remember any interaction with them, as it was always a game. Only when they started coming to take did the danger and adventure began. I totally forgive them too. But they are fake, and I trust they’ll keep giving me Rt, like before. But why live among them? That just strikes out many million possibilities, like I’m so old now, can’t remember a thing, no past, no present, hardly any future, just Rt. I used to be good with interactions when I was young, but women changed all of that, the blame, the awkwardness, I’m still in a back to back campaign, this thing is never ending, like the ultimate good VS. Evil. I don’t even know how old am I or did I meet anyone, or had a life, or family ever even. They don’t let me remember anything. So many years gone by, all I do is just follow instincts, the hive knowledge, that something I’ll never let them cover up with. Yeah I’m Ghajini too.