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Hoon.gha quietly walked into her mother’s room .

The resilience of Death and of the past energy …

Well it is still busy in here . The patterns were remembering it’s own past , Hoon.ga noted . Her mother was in the collectives , still unexplained to the present now .

Will it ever be ? Hoon.gha mused . If death is the norm , then so shall it be for life , a mystery in itself .

When you have connectivity perfected down to functions in the story lines , next to each other ; it would be like taking a breezy walk in a story book .

She sighed and sat on the mattress . The bed was still unmade , just the same as the day she died . The pillow still had her head’s imprints and how the creme colored roses on the walls ever clarified her then , happiness , laughing at the state of themselves back laughing at the states of the world .

The closet door half opened with promises of the coming future , her mother is not ever coming back . The dead and it’s resilience forever a need for the continuity of the now , Hon.ga stared at the door without a thought , knowing very well that , this loneliness is that very friendship to that resilience . Deader than death .

She moved her attention into the palms of her hands , caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror .

43 Large expectation you are , sweet girl … that’s what you are . You haven’t find that nitty gritty to the why of you are , in seeing back . Details , Hoo.gha , in details …43

Mother and her one flow of thought pattern . Forever unresolved in Hoon.gha mind .

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Resilience needing that continuity , and staring back at me through that closet door . Them breaths and blinking eyes versus the memories to what death actually is .

She stood up and closed the closet door . It creaked , with the higher pitch at the snapped in of the lock .

43 You think into the memories , Hoon.ga ? If you ever , don’t . Feel them instead , with the current set of mind … 43

She was it again , Hoon.gha laughed a little remembering her mother’s life lessons . Against the forms , with the flows and yet , a reminder to why we need to fail before , if anything ; you yourself could figure it out what succeeding is all about .

A strain of thought of her mother’s , against to the forming history of an Intraxx , 7618

One who thinks , would be the one who will feel , at best ,

One who feels wouldn’t have the need to necessarily think ,

he or she will breathe anyway

… and the rest … whatever !

Go figure , Hoon.ga . With emotional excursive that has no layering , death and taxes are the Must as they are the Finals to their make into our values in living life , so what’s to think about ?

Her mother was always at it , deforming intraxxes without herself knowing it … Hoon.ga remembered of her mother fondly .

The mattress creaked .

The inexistent father . The walk~out extravaganza to which has become the top billings in their life . The losing game to where the reasons were never the main features .

Oh yes it did , we got strong because of it , yes we did , but what was his reasons , Hoon.ga questioned again for the umpteenth times .

Dead energy percolated differently , ain’t it ?

The living assumed , compensated freely to re~adjust the situation at hand and called it the mighty Love . The hands that turned are the hands that revolve around past dead energies , regardless .

And hatred is as legit like to how they were loved once . Always .

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Legit enough to warrant a second listen than why you are loved to begin with ; and in the state to validate ourselves if any needed to get done , in life ; it is the method of pleasure and cares that in the end will define who we are , always .

The poisons were not in the hatred , but it is in the method of beliefs in surroundings to which that decisions which made up of the minds to believe in what we are made of .

Moist.Lashes , Hoon.ga favourite writer . Living the high life somewhere in the jungle . With her ancient BPV and wrote about the bugs . Of how great they were , living amongst the ants , making it through the long day with sunsets to die for .

What else did she say ? Poison is in the method , but should never be in the tone of the idea . Think all you want , think of the bugs are up to no good , but the appliances are with and to the energies still would have to be responsible to it’s own action in the end .

Creaking mattress , always at the lower side left of the bed …

She sat there most of the times then , talking to her mother , listening to her summary about the world for that last three month of her life …

Every morning , mostly laughing at the saddest inflections into and from her mother’s mind , curing the poisons of the past , succeeded mostly and the ending always with her to begin , her day to go to work .

43 Must you pony tailed you hair that way ? You look like a pig asking lots of questions . 43

# oh yea ? What is it to you , Mother ? Need more bacons ? # …

…. and smiled with her nose upturned , towards her .

43 Come here , let me see to it . A question mark on your face puts people on their toes , Hoon.ga . The last thing you want , believe me . That’s how I met your father . I was asking literally asking to how’s the day went with him , the very first time , ran into him like a dizzy schoolgirl 43

Hoon.ga sighed . Rolled her eyes , oink~ing loudly , as she walked to her mother’s bedside .

43 The side of the cheeks , my dear . Always on . Faster than the speed of your eyes . A question would have an obligation to the toes , pointing directions . You know like , the Big Question , why the hell are we here on Earth for , sort of ? So your head always , should have the little inclination to tilt 43

Ghou.H sat up in her bed and took a handful of Hoon.ga’s hair and combed it straight to the sides of her shoulders .

# Asunder , thus the questions in my eyes ? You mean , …#

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43 Getting to know souls.pattern are like prototypes of machines . Leave the questions be , off onto their ways without that big need of responsibility for you to answer . Especially ones who you have an attraction to . You met someone I gather , Hoon ? 43

The perfume , Hoon.ga smiled within .

# No . I have known him for sometime , Mother . I saw a different light with this guy , grey eyes , light almost like he kept the secrets about himself lightly . #

The grey eyes , and the secret of Self , mused Hoon.gha quietly . The teary curved of his eyelashes accentuating his smile to me . My secrets ? Would you know mine , grey eyes ? , Hoon,gha smiled quietly to the notion of seeing him again today .

# Can we continue this later ? I have to do an inventory , so I like to get in a little bit early . And yes , he is all that you like . The quiet type . Yes , that he is #

43 The hair . The hair on a pig that has all the answers . Hoon , tell me all about him , later …. Promise ? 43

Hoon.gha walked quickly back to the front of the mirror and combed her quicker this time .

The room with a window and a large BPV connecting Ghou.H to the outside world . And I am the only soul who she really has in her life for that direct human contact , her very own making of her own intraxxes , the walking book with opinions , breathing living about her with storylines and plots , in her bed .

# I will . Pleasant guy he is . You know , the airy type , Mother . Gaits on the shoulder , the weights not on the feet , you know ? #

Hoon.gha felt a deep tug in her pulse .

Here we go , the inflection of surrealism in fictions , for the armrest in the sturdy boring chair .

Ghou.H clapped her hands and with the same hands together to the her lips and slowly mouthed the words . The ‘ big toes’ pointing directions into the big Words ….

43 Are you in love , Hoon ? 43

The tugs got stronger to the pulsing in her heartbeats . The mirror in front of her and in the reflection behind her , she could see her mother’s reaction , holding up to her excitement , waiting for her to turn towards her .

Wooden chair , with armrests cushioning the mind to whomever ‘ sees ‘ into them , my fictions , Hoon.gha thought .

Holding her breaths and turned slowly to her mother with a big smile over on her face ,

# I am happy . Very happy .. Doesn’t that count as good enough , Mother ? Happy when I am near him . #

She walked to her mother and gave a peck of kiss on her cheek .

43 Happiness is good , oinky . A state always to be remembered and cherished like to the temple of your mind . .. Fingra’s latest movie together later this evening ? 43

# Only A Few Stars About ? Or her independent small unknown movie ? #

Ghou.H had her mouth half opened and her eyes was widening …

# Yes she did . Limited edition , Mother . #

Mother Ghou.H , as Hoon.ga remembered it , was silent until she left the room .

She switched on her BPV , the mattress creaked as she stared at her front page .

No , they never get to watch Fingra’s independent movie together . And she never did delve into it further as much since she passed away .

Death and it’s memory has a resilient energy . Hers , Mother Ghou.H’s , is a good one , Hoon.ga silently acknowledged .

Not because she simply loved me , but she showed me the life of a woman left by her love magnificence at the prime of her life , ….

…and to state the deep conscience , into balancing that depth , back into something that is believable enough for her to move on with her life as a child then ….

Hoon.ga sobbed into her palms , quietly .

The window and the evening dusk as silent as her sadness ,slowly crept into the room , her only companion for the coming night , leaving the day with memories to what was ^ ; Is .

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Dral.Stacks briefly looked at Stark as when he walked nearby .

Tall , good looking , light brown hair and a bit on the quiet artistic type , Dral noted .

The kind who sees more into things than expressing to what he thought of them instead .

The quiet and silent honorary , Dral smiled within .

He noticed there was a little small white box in the programming software on the top left in his BPV .

Darn ! , Dral cursed .

The codes were disassociating themselves to the main program again !

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The engineers watched as the evening sun rays lowering themselves onto their own result of the Past.Made . Created with some of the rays to last longer than the Others and some were captured in the action of the crystals from thousand of years ago .

Result , as the forms from the task in the Past.Made then on , onto the time.phase and back into the expectation ; are the predicative sensing to how Mankind sees into their security and inventions .

One of the older engineer looked quietly at the new apprentice and took his hand and kissed it and raise it to his cheek .

~ Lead , dear light . Lead with , revolving and improved upon . Filter them always , dear young one so our synapses can see better upon light weaknesses and ours . ~

The older man cried as the young engineer held him into a tight embrace .

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Stark pressed the button in his pocket , the little black devices devoid of screen , to jam the BPV’s signal anywhere around twenty five steps .

The little white box on Dral’s BPV blinked and disappeared .

9~1 Hah ! 9~1

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Dral couldn’t helped himself .

Covered his mouth in disbelief .

Can’t be , I have figured out to what would be the error , the second you , little blank box came up , and you simply disappeared ?

Stark chuckled loud enough so that Dral could hear him .

The wide shoulder long haired man was staring at him , with a smile on his face .

Very attractive , Dral averted his eyes to his mouth instead .

9~1 That obvious , eh ? 9~1

Stark pointed to the seat next to Dral ,

0.1 Ok If I sit down ? 0.1

Dral with his stooped shoulders slid to the next seat , nodded and waited expectantly ,

9~1 You’re a time.jumper 9~1

Stark laughed with his hand on his chest , reaching for his nicotine candy .

0.1 No dear mouse , I am a light reacher 0.1

… and with that Stark stared deeply into Dral’s eyes and frowned , making contact to how weird this is all to him , sitting next to man with massive formulations and conclusions of bottle.neck schematics , after that big Hah !

Pretentious down to science . The ball in the park , let the guilty party picked it up and asked a question why in the end , yes , it is your ball to begin with , so what ?

9~1 I heard about these magnificent … creatures , working for the Uultras , large pupils and all and very friendly too … A path always branches out to them . Sorry if I startled you , but I am not a happy camper this minute .. 9~1

Stark put the candy into his mouth ,

0.1 You’re a comp.knox ? Something like code.bulls ? Yea ? 0.1

… and smiled while moving his attention to the bakery shop across the rails .

9~1 That I am . 9~1

Dral looked at his BPV , the screen changed into the four depth grey tones , validating his codes and formulations , works that he had put months to get right .

0.1 You know of that poetry , ….. 0.1

And left the words hung in the air and took his time breathing in the obvious , to dispel the myth of disbelief by having the interest peaked into by the other questioning party .

Dral.Stacks is also a poet .

The boring kind .

Stark chuckled when he thought about it , as he had known Dral under a different code name in the Syncc.hro , and he had read his materials , like a programmer feeling out for a flesh , and wondered what made them breathe . That kind of a poet , Dral is .

Boring for an extensive relation to what is already known .

Question the questions , answers are not very necessary .

The mystery lies in the make of this man’s poetry , thus his expectations were predictable . Now , this man is as naïve as his age , the science is only to his codes and the symmetry in his thinking , so the feeling and the emotions were tactless .

The reservoirs of humanly needs were taunted by his methods to the best he knows how , profession wise , to see through life as he sees fit , but tactless …

Is , Tactless .

And yet tactless is where the innocence sleeps .

The bored to bore kind .

How do you seek into the emotions these days when the knowledge Man’s patterning are predictable enough as it is ?

Living the Life , Stark held his breath and , ? , into his deep within .

9~1 light reacher ? I know … you …. Syncc.hro ! 9~1

Stark widened his mouth to reach the corner of his eyes . Smiling … ,

…. As The Mood Setting , Gladly .

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8.8 Confidence pales compared to Deep Insecurity . Unhealthiness in these cases , win 8.8

Stark moistened and licked his lips . The sweet candy was a sure tinge.after effect to how your saliva is producing it’s own after taste .

Designed by Uultra , for the Mankind to built a sense into your own .

Ignorance has no place in their thought patterns . Neither egocentricities .

How indeed the Minds of Uultras came into the bodies of Human with the conscience not of a child with learning abilities to sense an awareness , but instead the re~ programming of an Uultra mind only had to work in the factors of working the body and the energy for other matters ; to hold , to touch , and by goodness , to feel reality back into the thinking pattern , moving for a destination only to arrive sometimes better than what was imagined by any other living being ?

They must have believed to how simple we are , Stark mused .

For a ‘Here’ to make sense , the ‘There’ would have to be simply achievable .

The energy then had to be spent in order , to be in the Order .

Call me what you like but primitive is not one of them , Stark quietly turned around and faced Regarda .

0.1 Set in the mood , gladly ? 0.1

S.he was closer behind him than expected .

The eyelashes stared at him with the blank white pupils , quivered to the movements of her statements earlier .

Living mind , vortexing for a purpose .

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8.8 Moods , dear Stark . Credibly … confusion works best going into any state of intelligent minds and Dral is … intelligent . 8.8

0.1 I have no desire to be his friends , Regarda . Just for the mission , I’ll do what it takes . 0.1

Regarda chuckled .

8.8 Not even the best of actors could bypass this guy to get to the state of his Tech . Your limitation being human , Stark . 8.8

Blinking were the eyes .

This Living Mind with curved structured eyelashes has ultimately processed Reality .

Surprise Surprise !

0.1 But I thought you said the rust of past programmings would not be an issue with this guy … 0.1

8.8 Long term in human patterns would have it that , truth is better be as long as your inner light is a slave to that patterns . And being what you are all about to his studies and comprehension about the world as of Today ; the Now , you better find some other method to get into his tech.schematics . 8.8

Stark stared into her blanks eyes .

0.1 Tell me what you see , Regarda . Of me . What do you see ? 0.1

Regarda.Stupen practically smirked ,

8.8 We don’t see , Stark . We visualize . You remember how we came about . This …. fashionable skin and bones has no reflections as you like to believe on us . A sad state , but again we have no sadness in our vocabulary .Yes , I visualise to see you , Stark . 8.8

A re~phrase ?

Sinusoid blinking pattern in the eyes , so much for h.er thinking patterns overloading it’s circuits on a simple guy like me , with ‘ tapping the thin walls ‘ journals , I am a joke to h.er , must be .

Serious undertakings ?

A fool who gets the job done , perfectly, is a fool who gets the job done , nonetheless .

Is that how s.he sees me ?

Results in the methods of acquirements , that is what important to the collective mind needing to be re validated being from what it is familiar to , into what it should and could be .

Uultra.Sense , even more so , the specks of dust in galaxies , the intricacies that can’t be put down in words .

Regarda clapped h.er hands , loudly , once .

8.8 The specks or the dusts , Stark ? Which one seems to humour you at the moment ? 8.8

H.er smile widened .

8.8 Remind me to send you to a three weeks course on how to contain your thoughts on other waves . Inferior bones structures scaled differently , Stark . The layers of fat built within you has only two weeks to sustain certain waves , and yours are that inferiority . 8.8

Freak Of Nature Right Here , thought Stark and looked squarely at h.er .

Regarda blinked hard and slow in the two precise seconds , and smiled back gleamingly .

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Her eyes were half closed .

The evening was bland like vanilla ice creams .

Sugar was never in the focus , the crystallite sharp texturing into for the sweetening , or was it the sweetening , sharpening that chemical inter reaction to the memories in the reality lived ?

Proud and well on target . Precise , yes ?

Create and see the ~Ism marked that new innovation , lo and behold , we are up on the next stage , Regarda’s mouth twitched at the corner .

The rays within h.er human eyes , reflected from h.er deep within and can be seen escaping through h.er half closed eyes . H.er eyelashes brightened like a pulse needing another state of Mind to acknowledge .

Yes , this is the Norm of the Uultra , through the manifestation in the science of Man . Designed to inter~act , to the best possible in achievements …. without a single need for a touch to the known intellect , natural as they come , The Uultras are , indeed without the method in how Man seek into their own technology and that predictable manifestations .

Predictable , unlike the time.jumpers , the Uultras are again without that electron charging to explode or recharge in that brain of theirs .

Functioning limbs yes … but the brains are simply of a state to automatically react but not to think . Simply to grasp about in the interactions with humans ; the creative drive for an elevation within , humans. .

At first , when the first Uultra was designed out of the designed womb in the Blu.Brill organization , they feared that the sexless body would turned out to be a failure . Vegetables , speaking matters without sex , prophesizing into the matters of Humanity . A state that they , the scientist believed in the beginning , an achievement and yet a failure , since what good is a mind to see into but not to be with the truest limitations as human .

Philosophers at the codex.intraxx hearing to how the scientists in the Blu.Brill department were making their mind up , condemned these circuits of ‘Invention’ in methods seeked .

The greatest tragedy in a sense this was ; Mankind defended the very Monster that they themselves created it . The order to learn was to destroy the very set of initiatives , to see into it ~ back , making sure of the methodsthat had made it through all these time , older than Humanity into a ‘ better ‘ sense ‘ of credibility .

Voila ! …. Independent Elements Breathing and Talking In Human Forms , realized .

Regarda smirked .

How indeed would you tell them , infants cry for a reason even when they are well loved enough , and yet the crying continues on as they grow into adults , whining to states of displeasure felt in every waking moments .

Sad is funny .

And funny is the gullibility , and that idea of gullible~ness was never in that state of sadness .

Sad minds are valid . More valid than the happy toning and their inflected curves , the making up to the very Tech of Mankind are from the prejudicial values . Sad ? But it’ true .

Period .

Funny ? Not really .

S.he blinked h.er half closed eyes .

The rays within h.er , emanating from h.er psychi , were cut off and in the split second of darkness s.he saw the wet imprints of Stark.St .

The living liquid , the memory of water in every Man .

The soothing running blue even to the worse method of thinkers … yes predictable in the end .

Only when the state in politics upping their antiques and values , the extension to what is the future for , seemed to run paradoxically thus , it made Man the same and yet differ like the ocean or the river , for instances .

Small ponds ?

The open sky , rain and condensed heat ?

The wet imprints .

S.he smiled seeing his pathways .

Ridiculously patterned and funny childhood alright .

Sad to them , but funny to Regarda .

There was a certain waterfall deep within this man , at the base of his neck , the dam onto the rest of his body while his feet are the very oceans , his hands are the rivers carving the depth of the land .

Sad , as he could never have them to synchonize these two waters together even with the time.jumps ahead , especially with the techniques perfected and known as he goes along in life .

Funny , and Regarda laughed quietly , as she noted the balance , when the Massive Huge Immaculate had a ‘ The Revelation ‘ but having a hard time differentiating , the What is Which and the which is to how .

Existing in the Being of One , yea , like sneezing on a birthday cake and you are the only one around to eat it .

You don’t ponder about a one Man , the flips was in that blimp , there ! One second . Dust in the next existence .

But for the whole temple of believers , they are like the initiating Misty Sea , lived in by the other creatures , yes , just not Them in it .

Invent a word . And forget to how .

The .

And watch them forget the ‘The’ .

The rays within her slowly diminished , and as the light from the bland evening going back into the closed eyelids of her eyes , she opened her eyes slowly .

She laughed .

She remembered watching an animation story on a BPV , to how the speeding in revelation to where the points were , had the same predictable rises and falls .

Stark.St was perfect for the mission . To see into the time ahead because he had the restrained needs back into his own knowledge , in the depth of expectation , that animal instinct , the primitive , intellectualized only by the proper and perfected restrained of anger into his method in expressing intelligently onto another format . And the best of it all , he is not aware of his own potentials , therefore persons he is going to meet in that twelve seconds ahead cannot be aware of it neither .

The Scribbling Animal , Regarda smirked .

To where the Vowels left traces as strong only as the minds that defined them .

You win not with the conception , neither to the understanding , but rather always to the notion to where you are exactly at the given moment .

This is where Stark excels at .

His waters are proper enough , waterfall in his throat , rivers in his hands , and the oceans at his feet …

And the mind , of that man …

Regarda laughed quietly , while staring at the blue ocean from the balcony .

Bland , boring evening like this is perfect with the focus of One in the state of element~ing ;-> as elementarily today ; it’s always predictable like the ocean .

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Stark moved haphazardly away and in out with the people going into the subway .

They moved synchronized to where and when time.jump is activated , Stark noted the fluidity is almost perfect . In other words you get to see anomalies making a bubble if there’s ever one on the way .

8.8 Avoid people who seek into time at all cost . Artists for instance , unless your mission requires you to do so , stay away of these kinds when you are time.jumping . 8.8

Regarda said it with a lift to her left eyebrow .

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8.8 If anything , avoid looking into their deep rays emanating from their eyes … 8.8

0.1 Can I ask why , oh Mighty Curves Eyelashes ? 0.1

Regarda slammed the glass gentle enough to make a disapproving sound , and with a smile she blinked .

8.8 Your species can’t handle those rays , especially not when you are a mere little weeny pattern from the past . And yes , especially your kind , Stark . 8.8

Stark sighed . Here we go again , He looked at Regarda.Stupen from the corner of his eyes . The sexless being is tall , androgynous with h.er chin up turned to h.is eyes looking at Stark sternly …

0.1 If I don’t know you any better , Regarda , you are being sarcastic . But here’s a sugesstion to what I am , you care for my well being in those up.times , yes ? 0.1

8.8 One , listen to what I say to you . Two , don’t ever be prejudiced by your …. own thoughts to what it is I am telling you regarding to time.jumps . Three , you got those two down correct , being a spineless creature in that ‘forward.moving.tech.inclined’ world you so proud to call it that , is a guarantee for your life , your safe return , when you are back here in the plateau in the sense of Now . Heed , Stark . We got agents who died for no good reason seeing into those rays magnetic artistic so you called them people in the time.jump schematics 8.8

Stark stared into space .

Twelve minutes of difference and it made the ray of lights , senseless to Mankind ? What , the elektron in the synapses in the brain can’t handle these magnitudes compared to the simple values and in the cultural sense ; it is simply weakening to the fact to who we are in the time ahead ?

8.8 Ridiculous , ain’t it ? But that’s your kind , species . Your limitation . Heed , Stark . You’ll be better off listening to me . In due time , I will give the blueprintts on how to handle these strong rays , with people that are indeed artistically gifted or simply mad with evil in their methods 8.8

Stark can’t helped but to burst out laughing .

0.1 You speak like the highly uneducated Hi-THT.ID . 0.1

With her eyes stared into the space where Stark was staring at earlier , she slowly breathe in ,

8.8 Who do you think they are , Stark ? Madness finding reasons to exist ? 8.8

, and turned her head to Stark and blinked her massive eyelashes .

8.8 Simple point value . Those Hi-THT.IDS believe in the reincarnation of lights , moving back onto the other in the living cogitations . They , those highly uneducated beliefs patterns are not so wrong , if you really must know 8.8

She’s kidding ? Stark refrained from laughing again . What is this , A supernatural witch in high fashion ? Must be , protecting eyelashes , the symbolic contenting in context ?

8.8 It’s the state of mind , dear Stark . That’s where the lights cogitate . Appreciating my fashion sense is good start for respecting yourself , for the kindness to form about you , dear poet of doom . 8.8

He really laughed loud this time . Regarda covered her mouth , giggling to the facts , truest in the state of Being , indeed , only if Stark knew what she knew , but then again , knowledge such as there about their own darkness , are mostly poison to this species .

0.1 Was my journal really that bad , Regarda ? 0.1

Pity , you can’t self pity in the most appropriate ways . Mankind don’t do ‘that’ , that well . The destroying factors to useless ideology usually takes place in the most inopportune time . Voila , it’s gone , all pity and heartaches are gone too , Regarda smirked within ; gone and yet with a price .

8.8 Well , so does selfishness . The methods to how you translate survival instincts are still primitive . It’s valid though . You are bound to get awards and trophies for that state of mind if you ever for the ‘ for ‘ , instead of the ‘ with ‘ . Strange manifestations , Mankind is 8.8

Stark opened his mouth as if to say something and decided to shut it instead . Beneath , below , eagles soaring up above , or was it vultures ? Stark quietly minded his thoughts .

The subway beckoned for him to go into the hallway , half lit , blinking fluorescence light , fusing up to the time in better days , Stark stopped .

Fusion is a sign . Indeed .

For ? With ? What in the world did she mean ?

The apparent state of desire , Regarda calmly looked at Stark .

8.8 ‘With’ , the inclusion to Most , when they are not standing in the class of Want , credibility tells of ; different values .

‘For’ , the reflecting idea had to take a burn somewhere quietly , in order to take up on any kind in validation for the cause . 8.8

If you were taught to ‘feel’ in the utmost fields of importance to becoming or to simply become , so you shall be with the ideas that made you who you are , to come forth and familiar to it’s contexts , thus the ‘for’ is that quietest Not ; of all , since it stood with no one , even to the very creative thinkers that started it all … in the end .

Sometimes , the fusion is a sign .

And at all times, signs are the state of fusion that had taken place .

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To me , Stark laughed thinking of Regarda making a point at him , in all seriousness ,

8.8 To me , it is . 8.8

Jumping time magnified these fusions of ideas and sometimes they are uncontrollably dangerous .

Blinking fluorescence light and I am curving into my little orifices , thank you Regarda . Thanks a lot , Stark slowly walked to the side avoiding the zzrrk~ing lights ; the Now as of in the future’s anomalies .

8.8 In this case , the less you know , the better it is . ‘Away’ , ‘for’ or ‘with’ made all the difference once you in that time.ahead zone , Stark . Take care , and do not make eye contacts with people around the subject of our interest, in the subway . You can’t possibly knew of the fate surrounding so don’t tempt it . 8.8

He left the office feeling odd , and yet calm to the notion , to what it seemed to be all about .

It made sense though . Perfect sense .

Could the blindness to see what’s in the coming future’s a blessing in disguise ?

He walked closer to the seats nearby , where he saw his target , Dral.Stacks , reading his BPV with his shoulder hunched over to screen .

Prophecy would have it , that this man would clarify the schematics in the bottle.neck to how data is accessed .

In other words , Hexa.Sync not only would think perfectly but also like a human being with with hopes and dignity . All flaws and perfections , could be reprogrammed , cartridged , conveniently . Slide in a new prespective , another ‘cartridge’ of thinking emotions , you can see into the methods of a tyrant , in one full swipe for Uultraa.Waves , recalculated by Hexa , and Voila ! , formula to inspire other states of efforts on how to avoid that tyranny, for instance .

This is where , when the Nothing breathes , it would have to have a reason to live .

The coverage , the scopes and the factoring in his natural designation is predictably miniscule and it won’t change the world , since Mankind is the way they are , also natural as it is , but it will change the way Hexa.Sync have it’s own turn of events eventually with his redistribution in bottle.necking schematics .

The knowing of best Minds , pales to this one precise , the one swipe info gathering and distributing Uultra~Waving precision Machine , that he is .

Electricity is the living neurons , like the Uultra unrealized before getting caught up with the Man’s probabilities .

8.8 They are bypassing the brill.techniques , Stark . Outrightly will put us in the dark , once they managed to figure out how to take the elements of personality in paradox , out of the focus in this schematics . 8.8

0.1 Predictability scares you , Regarda ? Or is it your function for Mankind will be lessen miserably once this is out in the open ? 0.1

Regarda sighed ,

8.8 The kind of greed you people have on knowledge , I know that we Uultra will be alright . But that’s beside a point , Stark , you know what in the end will eventually seek into your thinking patterns ? 8.8

She lifted the handkerchief and twirled it between her fingers ,

8.8 Mundane Existence . 8.8

… and wiped her eyeliner under her eyes carefully , looking at Stark , looking back at her with eyes wide opened .

8.8 Yes , off center mindsets beget that way . When the mundane finds a reason , oh the Element who sees , listened with clogged ears . Ever wonder of unsynchronized patterns in large organizations working as one unit ? 8.8

Stark started to wonder , she might be off center herself ; this overgrown asexual with sinewy mass framing her long bones structures with ridiculous overflowing dresses , boring colors to tone down her oddities ; off center bright sidewinding whites colours is talking about mundaneness to me ?

Regarda saw the flickers in his eyes .

Flashes through like scanners in the dark , copying his own conscience into believing whatever necessary to endure her presence .

0.1 Ergo , this man has to lose his sanity ? 0.1

8.8 No , controlled . We don’t want his schematics , in the long run , it’s bad for you people in every way . The paradox will become clearer and you can’t handle such magnitudes since technically you are not built for such massive data at one parallel instigations . Mundaneness and being imprecise at all the times is not something I like to see in your coming future . The upkeep is dangerous , and a waste of time . 8.8

0.1 Make friends with him in a period of six minutes in the first jump and electronically jammed his BPV’s serial numbers . How do you propose for me to do that ? Shove it up to his conscience that it is not good whatever he is thinking of doing in the next , say , two years from now ? 0.1

Dramatic , romantic but thank goodness for the good Elements , an educated one at that , is more than what she could hoped for .

8.8 Make friends with him , and jammed his signals , input output . And you happened to be a friendly bystander . State to initiate , my dear Stark . Smiles with the acknowledgement to yourself to the so called unfortunate incidents , losing data and all ; so he will reprogram again . Your learned intuitions from here , will clarify into his efforts . Your comforting smiles , friendship , with the honesty in wanting to get to know each other will guide his beams of light within , and in turn of that uplifting happiness you provided, he will redesign that bottle.necking schematics that we all need , yes ? Got it ? Focus on him alone , Stark . Remember that . 8.8

 

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The cinnamon capsules popped on the warm pan .

Ste.p took the wood plank as big as his palm and put it over on top of the capsules and switched off the heat .

Fingra smiled wide ,

// Don’t you rather have the heat a little higher on there ? //

Ste.p wiped the sweat off his forehead .

^ Not in this case , Fingra , I don’t want the burnt oak contributing to the taste of cinnamon . I have these new product that I rather take on with , Spray~On Nose.Thrills , cinnamon for your nostrils . A spray~on to the side of the meat , a state for the deference , elucidating , a deep stark need into the isolation of taste , to connote deliciously , as written in their pamphlet ^

// And what happened if I can’t find the word to express how I feel to the food tasted with the product ? //

^ Oh subtleties , Fingra . For without them you might as well don’t learn how to read , and in this case , simply sneeze it off as the write~off . ^

Fingra laughed heartily , while Rumb nodded into an agreement .

// Subtleties in the spray , nose thrills , Ste.p ? You serious ? //

Fingra stood up and walked up to where the kitchen stoves were .

^ Thank you for the interest in the most primitive methods of stove~tops Fingra . You know how I love to cook on these beauties ^

Fingra hugged him , and kissed him on the side of his cheek .

// I know you but don’t mean I understand you . You are welcome , Ste.p . Tell me why … of these methods ? //

Rumb drank the rest of the liquor in his glass ,

17 If you think of it as heat access to the depth of the taste , you are quite wrong Fingra . 17

And sat staring at the two of them staring back looking at him , in his full regalia of a Hi-ThtID .

Ste.p turned his attention towards Fingra ,

^ You can’t be that shallow accessing about in that sort of depth , can’t you , Fingra ? . ^

A delightful smirk on Ste.p’s face did most of the talking .

// Collective.ion has a tasking factor into the make of these wonders ? Yes ? No ? Tastebuds in the form of delight , more concrete that the tongue could ever come up with , collective.ion ? The tech that hasn’t been fully manipulated and invented . Is that why ? //

Ste.p gently patted her hands ,

^ Don’t ever die a poet , Fingra . Miserable lots those people . Be like me . Happy nutty crazy scientist , even when they are no more calculation left in this world , especially when there are nothing left to calculate . We would be simply … happier ^

They laughed at his ‘quiet revelation’ with his chin , standing on a finger , his finger ; and his eyes , blinking rapidly .

17 Moments in his life , Mr Dignify’s , dear Fingra , are like that pots of gold . Cherished it more than the conjugating perpetual science as he had said it , to where mostly , only the miserable poets could understand it’s best . Thus calculation to the misery , collective.ion in the future will redefine these moments , for example ; the taste buds , the longing and ultimately the searching for meaning in the future … as in the codex.intraxx , Thoroughness’s Keeper …… 17

Ste.p put both his hands to the sides of his face , and continued slowly …

^ To where the Tech would stand in it’s form to function in the future hopes for success , ‘that !’ is where the truest sadness is , and ‘That !’ In science , the initiating form of evolution , leaving the past memorializing , into the better future . ^

Fingra had her hands to her chest , smiling happily .

// From a mere guess , Ste.p . I was joking around with the collective.ion … //

Ste.p laughed loudly , and with a finger up to the sky , he said with a a tremble in his voice , quaking the ‘fact’ to what he was about to say ,

^ Never you , never you be the woman with only words , mere into that and just that alone . Thou shall find depth , ever so always in the making of good and ultimately in Others . ! ^

…. and laughed like he was the Jack of All trades , while Fingra clapped her hands laughing like she was the Master of All Appreciations ,

// Ohhhh curse me . Curse me Ste.p Dignify to be well and good, in the name of your greatness … I am feeling it already in my bones ! //

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The evening settled ; fine glittering dust to the memory of recently wiped furniture with a simple wet cloth .

Fingra put her fork down and chewed the last morsel slowly .

^ Words don’t do justice , Fingra ? Shut then . ^

She nodded , while Rumb drank into the glass of water .

17 May I , say something ? An observation more like it 17

Ste.p smiled , with his hand reaching to the glass of salted water near him .

^ Sure , Rumb . Roll on . ^

17 Lemon based this , spray~on Nose.Thrills ? 17

Fingra glanced at Rumb , and nodded quietly . The taste of acid , she noted of Rumb , in the many times they have spent together , the man is ultra~sensitive to it’s taste .

// It does seem to light up the scheme ain’t it , Rumb ? //

Ste.p clasped his hands together , smiling with his eyebrows up and a questioning look came upon his face .

^ Blood or lime . Which one is the tell tale sign , Rumb ? ^

17 Forgive me for my probably a ridiculous extension . The lime , as in the taste you probably all figured out is non existence in this particular dish , the blood did seem a little light as Fingra had mentioned earlier . The salt however , I noticed from here , you used the tree barks powder to which probably a few hundred of years old . Heavier would it be in the taste of the blood iron if the lime somehow do not get into this picture . Ste.p , the dish was an inflected curve by having this spray~on , it became an accentuation by default to the spices , the other else don’t have to compete as much to the blood red . 17

^ The smoked meat is what I am truly after . Correct , Rumb . It is an inflection to the spices as best I could achieved by having the tree barks power burn a ten second first before the meat without the dreaded bloody iron gallivanting in the focus of the meat in the taste~bud . ^

Fingra interjected softly …

// That explained why the wood plank over cinnamon seeds as the first sequence , Ste.p ? //

^ Why not ? The blood on the medium rare meat could take a second place in focus , you know ? The spices and herbs made more sense once we have figured the certain extensive in past living nutritious giving back in without having to go full scale as in a natural state . The citric acid is a perfect inflection without having to go burning the meat too much … ^

Fingra sat with her chin on her palms .

^ Once you have the naturals , picked on in it’s straights , you will be able to paint into your canvas ^

// And that’s where this product lies on it’s uses and function ? Clearing the dark deep heavy weight without taking away it’s natural state ? Tasteless’s thrill of the noses to begin , speaks for the others to gladly manifesting without having to compete tooth and nails with each other ? //

Ste.p nodded and clapped his hand together ,

^ Child’s play ! The Catalyst without the ~Ism in sight . Use the main character and hold it’s muses away , simply be and let the grounded sacrificed and became the story lines instead ^

Rumb wiped his mouth on the towel and placed it’s back on his lap gently .

// Bland bloodless taste of the lamb , with capsules of really old tree barks to the storylines . How quaint , Ste.p . Is that how the tech worked these days ? //

17 It always has been that way , Fingra . The acquirer had never to stand on the solid of anything . They floated on the surface instead . The surroundings were damped usually , you can always tell they had been there . After all we had been alking about humanity here , don’t we ?17

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Ste.p stood up and went to the nearby bar , located just about the turn into the living room .

^ I have Mostly . The Original . My father gave it to me years ago , a glass to each of you , to start off the night ? Float with me , yes ? ^

He nudged a ‘Yes’ in his shoulders , Ste.p noted quietly . In the light , clear fluorescence , Ste.p kept on smiling , and wondered of the Hi-THT.ID Rumb.Gumb .

The tones of the conversation were light and easy , especially from Fingra , her cynical mind is perfected to the nuances of her facial expressions .

This man , Rumb however , he nudged a toning that is believable enough but without the inching crows feet for a mere smile , it’s a definite take on for the other party to think differently especially when Rumb’s pupils took on a different undertaking .

Rumb’s pupils were enlarged at all times

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Taking in as much light as he possibly could , experiencing to the very second , and practically ‘Not’~ting to what’s in front of him .

A puppet ?

In sync to what ,was he ?

Was Rumb into the task into the Seeing but aware to his rendering of his Elders of the Hi_THT.IDs , like commonly expressed phrases in the world of Artistry and Actors ; socializing within , but never really for a cause for yourself in order to learn ?
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Fair enough , they already have their causes and reason being alive in this world , the ideas percolated in their mind were never for the state of the higher meanings . The methods were never for the terms in how to use the stove right , but simply not to get burn , Ste.p mused while pondering about the new Wave.Within schematic … as mentioned by codex.intraxx ,

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… the slow cooking , once the meat has reached it’s desired ….

… inserting little sharp object with circuits that dispersing rays to cook the meat from the inside out …

Done that , yes they did … simpler minds works wonder …

The pupils were naturally enlarged , they did .

The brain with the light can’t help to what it knows .

… to light exposures …

Memory from the past that exuded happiness will recreate it’s own energy .

Deep within in the heat of the circuit ; the brain ?

To where there are heat , in this world , there should be a chance of light .

Deep within a brain emanating light rays ?

Time Benders ?

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Fingra twirled her tea leaf in her cup . Thinking , sorting the memories of the past back into her motion , circling the water in her the cup in the now .

Turning slowly brown as the leaf , wet into the boiled water , the darkness seeped into a taste bud , clear notion to how the depth of the dark and that depth elucidates .

Poetry manifesting Time ; longer length to where wordings chanced for the extension into moments .

Living a longer life , perhaps ?

Could faith in mind , the thinking charges certain elektrons that is good for longevity ?

Could Ditha.Sevaras worked into her disappearances or ‘death’ without her being aware of it , but somehow elongated the time span in thought patterns ?

The Tinker’s Tinker spooled memories together with her persona , the knowledge of her life into reeling into a revelation , making the heartbeats slower than the ticking clock for anyone who had the opportunity to read her works ?

Fingra looked at Ste.p , going through his BPV , finding information about the state of his projects .

The little blobs of ink doing nothing , Ste.p had said to her about projects he was heading. A few trodden past manifesting mostly perhaps into nothing that is trail~able for future seeds to look into .

It is the recorded points that are important . The nothing , as the Zero counts the events . Even the failures .

The something losing it’s energy had a history , even the start of nothing , it will spool , extending sense of it’s humanity , even if it’s not even , it will make it easier for our sense to .seek. into the future .

The apparent studies about human complexity , made everything else just a mere snap of a finger given with the right .seeks. , especially if you have the recorded spools of these nothingness at hand

She looked up from her cup , deep dark brown of the leaf and found that Ste.p was staring at her .

^ Thinking or are you procrastinating ? ^

// Can both be done at the same time and legit for a good reason ? //

Ste.p sighed , had his finger deep into the cup , found it empty , and pushed it to her direction ,

^ Be kind enough to let me have what you have ? ^

// Sure . Seeing into the validity into these two concepts together or was it really the tea leaf interest you ? //

Fingra smiled , took the cup and and got to the kitchen counter with a box nearby . Her hand seemed to touch lightly on top of it , and let it glided to her .

The magic of clear notion into giving the best to what she had to offer , Ste.p thought lightly . She was not aware of these manifestation since none ever a one person could ever truly be subjectively look into the depth of oneself . The fingers , the method to how , is the seeping of liquid blood energizing into pattern to hold , in other words , the reading instigated the notion to how it clear back into the curves either through gentleness or the hard needed push to simply get . The business sense of Ditha.Sevaras , the martyr for people living in the timeless sorrow , defined into the tragedies to stupify the thinking back into the needed grounds back into the romantic values .

Left without a trace . ‘Death’ without a grave .

// I would cringed my shoulders closer to the sides of my jaw if you want sugar with this tea . Yes ? Sugar, Ste.p ? //

He laughed and waved at her to come to the table .

^ I wouldn’t want to see you do that on my account . No new tech could be gotten from that symmetry . Zone Two , Kanahur.LLL ? ^

She stopped in her track ,

// How could you possibly know that ? //

^ Would you believe it , I had a few people that I know that had the same brand , and they were ever so , magical in preparing this tea . The magic in them , the method had the same , ‘touches and inflections’ … sorry I can’t find them in words . Thinking procrastinate~ly usually will lead to that conclusion . And me and my ink blots had all the time in the world to do that . Is it really from that tea manufacturer ? ^

// Yes . Kanahur.LLL //

She gently placed the cup ad it’s saucer on the table .

// Limited Edition , said the girl that delivered it here a week ago . I jokingly made a comment , now what could be special about this one , and Ste.p would you believe it , she widened her eyes and looked at me like I just cursed her great grandmothers . //

Ste.p mouth was half~opened waiting for the next jolt in her extension of the experience while she slowly lifted up the tea leaf off her cup .

// She said that we made a deal back then , that the Limited Edition was promoted under my name . Nuovo’s . //

She grinned and looked at Ste.p , nudged her chin indicating to the cup of his own tea and drank into hers .

Ste.p slid the cup closer to him and had a sip himself .

^ That man , Rumb in your living room , tell me about him ^

// I’ll give you a summary , Ste.p . This world is as ridiculous as it is perfect the way it is , making sense and the effort to understand that dark blights like parmesan cheese going back into the light , takes a lot of works . A deep in thoughts , anti~social Hi.THT-ID is perfect in the working of my manifestation getting into that slabs of meat , if you want to call it that , the cheese into the meat of the story . //

^ He’s a time jumper , do you know that ? Maybe he is aware of it or not , but in our close~intraxxes , there is a tale tale sign that emanated from him . If he is aware of it , then he knew why he is here , more than you could ever have known ^

Fingra drew her breath in .

// Even if he is , even if he does aware to what he is , it can’t be bad for me , the man is simple to the bone , with the make of his deep intellects , reflections of thousands mirrors in front of him and just like that , he would statued himself to the clearest notion , and why he is standing behind it , non~chalantly , anyway . Indispensable character this man is , Ste.p for movie makers like me . The visualizations in the restrained wordings coming from him are brilliant . //

Fingra looked to the wet tea leaf in her saucer , fingering with it , and continued ,

// Why the tone of your voice this way , Ste.p ? What possibly could he be having in his mind if he is a time.jumper ? //

Ste.p put a finger on his lips , motioning to her to ease her questioning expression and the worried look , as Rumb walked in with his empty glass .

17 Your Mostly was a fine edge of the seat , Ste.p . 17

^ Thank you . By all means , have another ^

Ste.p pulled out a chair near him to which the bottle of Mostly stood right in front of it on the table .

// Have another Rumb , and do tell me , I insist about , on that edge of the seat , that fine state that you’ve just mentioned //

Fingra gave a quick look at Ste.p , the corner of her eyes without actually looking at his face , her chin lingered in his direction a moment longer while her eyes looking at Rumb , hopeful .

Rumb walked to the wooden chair and sat smiling and without a word , poured himself a glass of Mostly .

17 Not easily attainable , does put ideas in any thinking minds , don’t you agree , Ste.p ? 17

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^ Most definitely . The methods in acquirement numbered your possibilities in the end , if you see it coming , anything that is about seeking into values , are back reflecting to it’s most desired happenstance . ^

Rumb raised his eyebrows towards Ste.p and looked at Fingra ,

17 Are you saying having acquired rare items do give that certain edge in life and also predictable in the finding destiny in details ? 17

^ I am saying that fine edge of the seat , once it in the phasing of the time of who acquired ‘the rare items’ sees to it , that the pattern is easier to be accessed into again . And usually without the person’s knowledge that he is seeking into it automatically , the pathways boiled down to a simpler maze , every single time . And anyone with the right frame of mind will never forget the justification in getting to that edge , Rumb . Especially in the finer things in life ^

Fingra motioned to Rumb to pass her the bottle and she looked into the dark color measuring to how much left , and poured it into her tea .

// Values tightened the clarity , ain’t it , Rumb ? //

Rumb sniffed the liquor and glance at Fingra ,

17 I think it is the other way around , Fingra . Look into the depth of Humanity first , and then , only then to their products , it display honesty better in the printed paper . But then again , that bitter aftertaste , a little at the tip of my teeth , is that normal , Ste.p ? 17

Ste.p sensing the after touch , the nudge in the lilt ; the toning extending a little too soon with Rumb’s face looking at him before the question was done for .

Time is justice to this man , Ste.p mused . And funny in the flip of the pie , to where justice is measured through in it’s basis of truth relying to time , truth would not have a valid say to how this man would see into his own timing .

Strange , but when existence manifests , it is unforgivable to see someone can be so unaware of that method’s potential .

This is in the few basics of innovation in his discovery with the recordings , | Dissertation ; As When Nothing Applies | , as Fingra would make fun of him in the past .

The innovators are ‘brutal’ when it is translated to human minds . The sitting in meditations would guarantee you peace beyond imagination and reality , but it also promises plenty of ‘nothing’ to Record about .

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^ It is normal to have that aftertaste . It depended on what you recently ate . It plays on the living enzyme against the old tree it was stored in , deep into the sea , Rumb . The waves sang into Mostly , in the making for hundred of years then and into your hand and palate eventually .^

// Do you think , Ste.p , that the movements in the Earth is lending a hand to how we are working into the very destiny to how we see into ourselves , thus the variations in each man ? //

Ste.p smiled at Fingra , sighed and stared into her eyes ,

^ it explained inertia best , ain’t it Fingra ? So much for the reaction against and for and also not to mention the wasted time in the matter of preferences . Until what will stopped and actually making sense to our existence ? The waves , the rocking motions , the circular believing patterns are as old as our seeds , even then it is created with that points , clarified and here we are making values to what it is we believed for us to cherish together .

Invention , invention and invention .

As fast as we could come up with it , the faster we will leave it for another sense of validation as long as it promises that steps ahead . ^

Fingra nodded , and raised her glass to her lips ,

// Even without results and proofs . Well I can tell you this , I am not that desperate . I am simply automatic to the ‘that’ clarification , to any kind of clarity … even if it opens up to a path to more lies and downfalls . Didn’t you the one who said it Rumb , to me the other day , ‘just because it is don’t mean it ever was’ ? //

17 The importance on the good things that you happened to rely on , Fingra . The titling is important , I rather not used the phrases to … a glow worm , for instance . It clarify the notion nonetheless clearly but could be dangerous if it’s wrongly misinterpreted . The listeners are indeed on different levels and needs . 17

On the surface , same old destinations , arrival at a slight variations in time , expected with this seedings of character . The surprises are at the turn of every road and usually it is with packages or gifts , only to provoke the depth working it’s familiarity into the pattern or whomever happened to be having the discussion with him .

Interesting , Ste.p quietly mused about Rumb with the wet and warm tea leaf in his hand .

^ Trust , Rumb . It seems that you are heading into that direction . The heading are few sometimes , but it is all that it needs . When The All started to need , the more in the plenty started to get the nemesis working up in the game . Edge of the seat , Rumb , acquirements in the end , rebel within down to things that are irrelevant to the matter of the hearts . The minds get all …. ^

He let his sentence finished with a hook , with a look ,

// The blame ? Swing both ways and you still get the cut ? We are not living in that kind of industry in methods , no ? I hope not . The sacrificial thinking men up on the guillotine stage , are not what I am looking for in the coming future . Resist and ye shall have it , passionate fool fucks best with all the dangers and excitements around , but I rather take dull intellect and work from there . //

Fingra winked at Ste.p .

He laughed while Rumb drank his Mostly carefully and asked Rumb ,

^ Still that bitter after taste ? ^

Rumb grinned ,

17 Not with her around … 17

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Misty.Prosed gleamed in the night .

The direction he came from was the one that was facing the side of the ocean .

Cross the water barrier , Magnus smiled , you are simply grateful to be back on the land again .

Vechi.Homes travelling over the big space of an ocean always are frowned upon . Even in short distance ; especially in short distance , it cleared the notion to how insubordinate some decision makers can be ….

To get to the Zone Three , to where Forus.Noitch was , he simply had to take the short cut .

He punched in the auto~key for the Vechi.Home to function and stood up with the two BPVs in his hands .

Chipped extra , blueprinted to bypass a certain circuit .

In other words , all the data inputs will be transmitted to him first , and he will make the decision after to which will send it to Hexa.Sync .

Edgy New~Tech in Knowledge in information is not to how much you knew , but rather to who gets to it first .

Dead past Ditha.Sevaras and her techs , in living bodies and thinking patterns in these two boys.

Magnus felt a chill in his neck , competing with Hexa.Sync , dear Magnus?

Tampering with data , caught with it , is with the penalty of five years to seclusion in the island somewhere in Zone Two .

Disconnected with no menus and options for data accumulative privileges . You simply become unnumbered to the cause of human interactions and statistics .

Yes , you become the unwanted to the evolution of responsible Mankind’s mind’s to shape it’s courses ahead .

Good enough ?

To be part of something this great , five years is a long time . It’s worse than death … in limbo , living the time with the few ostracized , to where the pattern are not to induce any creative sense at all ….

Primitive bungles , that is , Magnus mused .

He walked to boys room , scanned his BPV to which his objectives reside into the door frequencies .

The first activation , is like the first births of reasons to any devices in elektronik.seams , let the memory of that first sequence begins with this awakening , his own Vechi.Home , the door to their room .

The only Access.Codes that could reset this two very BPVs, the boys’ , clear slate right down to the added chip . The mother of all , is in the codes of elektronik.seams , all tech has it’s start . . And all that starts has a recording features to where it has been . To where it has been , Magnus’s doors had a toning of it’s own , to the billions of others elektronik doors out there in the world , registered in it’s frequencies annotating it’s existence .

The mother of these codes to the two BPVs are unknown , faceless and yet similar in their beginnings .

The BPVs came to life . Updating scores and ‘intentions’ . He purposely used the older software operating system , so that it will seek to the boys decision as they get into the BPVs better .

With that decision , they will be proved to be an able mind in thinking progressively to seek for the latest versions . And that would inundated them indeed , as normal people with normal and always progressing BPVs .

Funny Hexa.Sync in the deep schematic … the task is also even in the findings old machines and the owners functioning in the world … to get a better view to method in personality living right down to their preferences in life .

Profiteering acknowledges , to better The Intentions in the end .

Burnt books , the holies of madness looking back at the wings that had taken them to fly in the past .

When they don’t like the plateaus …. to where they were at , banned and burnt books , the reasons of it were the answers to all the best in Mankind could muster with .

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Saved them from the books , and watch the rituals begetting .

Magnus smiled , remembering the years of collective.ion , before the induction of fracted.norm were ever thought possible .

There was never Stupidity , just a mere underexposed brilliances winking up to the notion to what it could be without the facets and the angles in the knowing . The rituals became the ‘Not Knowing’ ahead . The paradoxes to ease that longing in the tasking in Becoming , … Magnus shuddered to the revelation ,

….. into what exactly ?

The BPVs beeped softly . Updated and with the massive parts of the world .

The generating mother of all codes , the resulting connotations of Ditha.Sevaras will work into his Seeing first , before anybody elses through the interests of these two boys .

At anytime, anywhere .

He pushed the open switch on the side of the door , and waited for five seconds .

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Staring contest with the cat again .

Not a word passed between them .

Lazy eyelids , not even the burden of the past could blinked the eyes into the receding , the decaying and disappearing brain cells to the seconds , admitting mortality in every single one of us , the sentient beings .

Ploop stared at the top of his head . And moved back down to his face .

Morten brought the music volume down a little , while keeping his gaze onto the black fat cat , Ploop .

Let the first word coming out from this cat , at least clear enough without a need for repeats .

Ploop walked down to the nearest sofa to Morten’s , holding it’s gaze , and heaved it’s furry fat body up to the arm rest .

Disinterested eyelids but in the steps moving up close to me , Morten mused , the fat cat with low shoulders was definitely , thieving into the stolen time .

The odd one out , noticeably stealing into stolen time .

Morten sighed , relieved to the fact that the cat is not simply fat and asking for more food is a sign that he could always be fatter .

.53 a good thing I believe . .53

Long ropes of destiny ? Wonder what other ideas Ploop has in it’s mind , toy~tech brilliant , into the scheme of life … the child blinked into it’s notion , naivety and all ….

Odd novelty . Well figured and done with . Forget and to remember. . Bah~bye .

Morten laughed . What is it this time ? A child is the uncorrupted mind until you taught it so … until it started to see , visualizing the next counter rhythm of life to how it can be done in other ways to achieve …

.53 You believed she has time to care of her own sense of depth in awareness with what she is going for now ? .53

A question almost like a suggestion is where the fold of knowledge lies , when it come to these kind of programming . Task it with words like success breeds confidence , you will see the inside of their paradoxes , the truth designer , redesigning, if they ever existed to begin that way for .

Ever-changing truth , will be told with that question sense ; by any human .

a bridge only

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Here it is , Morten smiled deep within while keeping his face serious to the gazing eyes of Boom.Ploop .

Paradox has a curve somewhere , with the right ‘contribution’ , it can be made to see into another form~layer of the many expected possibilities ,

.53 Raw cubes of beef meat . Yes ? .53

Tree branches . The seeking is mere symmetry , but if they could , the trees would be like the air filtering plants , reaching out to the nodes birthed into it’s searching eyes , prophecy seeking to where in it’s wondering it should get to next for best intake of part of the natural earth .

The rise of the living has it’s own set of eyes .

It can be technically enhanced to wants and needs deep for a prophecy .

Who are passing through with selected few , story tellers with precision would be very nice .

He had expected this , way before he came over to discuss Tinker’s Tinker with Fingra . The making , the designs are the energy , the main structures would be the backbones .

The elusive contexts are best explained in the studies , reflected from the watchers interested enough to know how it is done .

Wonderments and adorations are the glances for a few seconds over the eternity of Truth Seeking for the reminding golden nugget of facts behind them .

The more interesting studious parts .

.53 Pate ? On the raw dripping bloody meat cubes ? .53

Edit The Wonderments .

You .

Hah ! , Morten.Childs suspected as much . The child is the everyday normality , never on the peaks and notches in the inventions to which only an adult mind could manifest and innovate , and boy ! , the studious patterns , are similar patterns , the peaks and notches , the realms to where the child had only either to fit in or could never be in the states presented without the right guidance in the methods .

Here are the visuals and sounds , in the progressive states for thousand of years in collective.ion , with dignified hopes in a poet , a man , a woman , a community , Mankind living their poetry in life , finally got a state to represent , not only in a chance in composition , but also in the wonderments in the making , The Editing ; as reality working up to a bulb , lighting up reality in dense of choices .

The dark are the connotations in silent to where studious mind could watch and study with it’s brilliance to whatever and whomever around it ,

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Light’s On ! , Morten mused .

.53 Pate , thick slabs on the raw bloody cubes then , Ploop . Coming right up ! .53

The big fat black cat , furry so massive even scared itself silly seeing itself on the mirror at one point recently ; simply yawned .

The kitchen was long and directly facing the ocean nearby . The cliff to where the end of the Blu.Nooner was built on close to , was designed in such a way , that a few residential could get over to the brink of the cliffs , seeing to the sea down below , bottom with only floors separating you and it’s beautiful conclusion .

Pate , thick slabs on raw cubes of beef meat .

Elucidate gently to the mind of the toy~tech living in the breathing cat as it’s energy source is about to be replenished .

Three cubes , Morten made sure the spongy cold meat , still bleeds .

Boom.Ploop couldn’t care less , of these differences in recipes and ingredients , but Morten believed it’s his reaction to things prepared as any human getting things done and as in this case ; attraction to the cat onto the making of the symmetry for it’s replenishment into , from the conjuring up of an idea into a reality of taste .

The top of the food chain and it’s instigation , the loyalty of your loved ones depended on it . The learning patterns and the prepared rituals in how you are getting to the points … to the child , that is what truly needed without questions to complicate . Ergo , the hurriedness to the kitchen , singing loudly to an old ancient song … Volare , while smacking spoonful of pate on top of the red meat and a twirl dance to every time when that silver spoon of pate hits the meat .

Any child is a gullible child and that in return , is an honest child , Morten quietly mused .

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An honest child is everyone first pattern .

Solv.Bluprins smiled looking at the pictures of the two boys , handed to him by Indexx .

88 Good looking children . Both of them have upturned noses . 88

Index sat on the chair , slowly .

{ Upturned noses ? }

88 You have many different angles of them noses . You got these pictures from Magnus ? 88

{ Yes I did . I got the messages earlier , and I thought to wait until he finished sending the data . In a space of thirty minutes at least . }

Solv nodded and kept flipping through the BPV .

Indexx kept his eyes at the vase nearby , empty of flowers and the likes . The drawing on the vase was primitive , simple but indented with a purpose .

Perhaps … ,

When In.dexx looked at Solv , he was already staring at him , and holding his gaze for a good five seconds ,

88 Yes primitive . Carved out from a stone wall’s caves in Zone Six . 88

{ You’re making a point there , Mr Bluprins ? }

Still holding In.dexx’s gaze , Solv smiled ,

88 Glad somehow you see that . If you could buy the notion of primitive , wouldn’t you ? In the comfort of today and now , sitting about to the idea … Modernism ? 88

In.dexx gently laughed ,

{ not if they were , the painters , breathing right down my neck , no . But if it’s their products , I wouldn’t see it as an achievement neither }

He held his breath , seeing into Solv expression , reacting to his words .

88 Now , what would you call that vase then , In.dexx ? Other than to what it obviously is ? 88

{ A remembrance . To where now when kred.it gets into the play of things and time , you have the opportunity to love and care differently . Hope I am not too forward with the next line of questioning … }

88 Yes it was expensive . Very . For a price to be inspired , better than having them dry bones of the past stuck up to my walls 88

They both laughed .

And when the laughter settled ,

{ Upturned noses ? }

88 An observation . Like their mother . Birth mother . 88

Indexx squirmed softly in the chair .

{ Real mother ? I am aware that Ditha.Sevaras adopted them . You knew of their real mother ? }

Solv laughed softly . The world is a maze indeed . Last names and family trees has no bearing anymore like they had in the past . Numbers in Hexa.Sync could always provide the right depth to who were actually having sexual relationship with whom . Solv laughed because the luck of the draw was indeed in the precise numberings , he happened to buy the game into the propulsion as it was happening now .

Luck ? , Solv laughed further .

Not luck .

Providence ?

In.dexx felt a sudden chill running up his spine .

If it hit you on the face like the leaf with the strong wind , you would simply called it , a nuisance , and dismiss it like it is .

Providence and it’s millions pondering when.s to how.s , grateful to unanswered why.s , Solv mused and felt the running chill up his spine himself .

Damn machine , cursed Solv under his breath .

Damn Hexa.Sync , where providence became that mere luck in it’s point for the many simple existence in calculation , we stood in ours like pockmarks in the fairest skins , ain’t it ? Just up to who, whom the focus are zooming into .

With Hexa , calculations are true revelations but never Providence .

88 I promise , I will get into it someday , In.dexx . But for now , tell me what are your decisions ? 88

Great timing , immaculate conception , In.dexx thought silently of Solv .

Like a thought moved a little in an angle for another reflection to set forth another opinion ;

Electrik.Magnetik connoisseur is what this man is all about ?

In.dexx was sure of that chill and at the same time the grin on Solv’s face were actually in sequenced , felt and known along to inspire another big question .

{ Yes I am interested , Mr Bluprins . }

Solv stared deeply into his face .

The smile crept into his eyes first as it went down to decorate his lips .

88 Good , In.dexx . You are indeed a destiny finding it’s mate . A deep conscience I hope to that lucky symbol in your master . I salute you , Indexx . And thank you . 88

In.dexx stood up . And the eyes said it all , Solv was the man never to be heard into his words .

He , Solv.Bluprins had to be in the state of ambivalence to remark with the glint in his eyes toward me , In.dexx thought silently .

Deep inside , In.dexx felt that nostalgia of living deep into the symmetry of happening into time , enunciating into Poise .

{ You are welcome , Mr Bluprins . Thank you for the oppourtunity and … Oh yes .. Ste.p is here , Misty.Prosed . He said he’ll called later to see us }

The silence , the space into the next expression from Solv’s face was gentle but slow perfect in recognition .

Deafening silence is like to the loudest action could ever muster in unanimated face .

88 ok . Thank you , In.dexx . 88

In.dexx turned and walked out from the room .

Like that he sees me , wonder how he visualized into my pattern working the depth of manifestations into , for a destiny ? , In.dexx mused .

Children seen , into the mind of adults , their understanding of it , is after all a remembrance to how they were in the past , ergo … it is a process to evolve in the end … that’s truly matters .

Destiny … and manifestations ?

The pattern is indeed a circle with a verification point in each person , hopes to dignify , perfecting curves instilling life to better , connecting for the other sets to become at ‘it’s’ best .

Ditha.Sevaras , the one of the few lived in this world as cynical as it could ever be , a circle to her own , to where the martyrs had indeed , a point value leaving that kind of state of mind , seeking into the platform to include the seating of one alone and only , herself , when all were too much , too hot to handle .

Her reimbursement to life is the death of Ditha and into the world of Mrs Vollum . She gave the circuits away to see into the mattering of life as legit as she could with the same body foundation , breathing nostrils and all .

In.dexx saw the data as the professing method lining up to his conscience , under this headline of this Woman , right down to her serial number if she was in the float.box schematic then on . So much to know , so many little circles to be understood , in the term of how her lived manifestation will take place , this is where Solv.Bluprins differs than In.dexx . Solv had direct experience to these circles as it came into light .

Hmmmm …

In.dexx smiled as he cleared into the notion , perhaps he himself , Solv , is that little circle aware to what and where he is in this mechanism of life . The kick to the empty bucket was , he , Solv , probably had qualms to where he stood in all of these manifestation in the turning seconds into minutes … like all destinies , shaded forth with many other spectrums of techs refining that life’s mechanism ? Yes ?

… perhaps ?

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She waited for the lektro.bus in the dark stop . She called yesterday , to complain of the dark , missing light bulbs .

This particular stop is lonely , Hoon quietly switched on her BPV .

There , she laughed softly and waited on the quiet street .

What a day … Fingra.Nuovo !

She felt a rise came in her , heavy on her chest and decided to walk out of the stop and stood by the street light outside .

Sadness by the street light , she mused .

Me and me all alone in the world .

All the freedom , and the loneliness to form , a decision , Hoon walked closer to the street light .

She clicked the BPV , and watched the video of mother and her during her last birthday .

~ Leave the cake alone , already , will ya ? ~

# The flowers , never in my life , I have seen it … as delicious as this #

~ Seriously Hoon . Leave it for now . You and I , the big party . The biggest one in town … Let’s go out for a walk in the park . I have a surprise for you ~

They were fast and quick in tempo , full of things to do , plenty of little achievements to see forward to .

The walk in the park ended in a little store , where she ended with a red purse . The very same one Fingra had her mind set on to .

~ For you , Hoon . Happy birthday and remember I am your best friend . The big party ~

Her mother winked and gave her a hug .

# Toni.States ! #

It was one the happiest times in her life , and she can’t remember that she ever did thank her for the red purse .

It was moment of a definition , when unexpected admiration came forth and reared it’s ‘truth’ , like Toni.States in her arms wherever she went after that .

She flicked on other videos , deep into the first generation of collective.ion ,

~ She’s too unaware as an actress . At that age , I am starting not to like her , this woman ~

# She made her point , don’t you think ? She was not to be liked in this movie . She’s the lamb , Ma . She the leading slaughter living on borrowed time #

~ Cut your slice . Really …. I am talking about her acting . She’s too old to play the part . Convincing , yes … but I can’t take her being in this plot anymore , the first time for everything , Hoon . I don’t like her in this movie ~

# Maybe it’s us . We are getting too old for her #

Her mother stared at her , smiling as she cutting up the apples into pieces on the plate .

~ Cut your slice , Hoon . What do you mean by that ? ~

The believability gets jaded in the understanding too . The suspension of disbelief gets not to be in the center stage at all times .

# Look at her , she looked youthful as ever . We kinda knew what she is all about as an actress . We see her as the old parents seeing their children , schematically in plots over and over again , on the screen … we or … you , simply can’t believe that she is that ‘believable’ anymore #

Her mother put the apple down and gently put the knife on the table .

~ Somebody died and made you the critic these days ? ~

# The movie critic supposed to see from the point of their own views Ma , not from the movie to how we see ourselves .

The point.view flickered to another scene where Fingra was crying , dramatically holding the handkerchief to her face .

~ The psycho..low..jizz , are you now ? ~

# The psychologist , yes … and why not ? We are getting jaded all the time . We watched the same Fingra’s movies many times and over , we see matters to relate differently every time . Accept it , Ma , we are getting smarter each time and we are starting to believe that we can do better than her . In this movie especially , how many times we see it ? #

~ A psychoqueen is analyzing me . Can you believe this ? … Twelve times . ~

Fingra on the screen was screaming unhappily at the other actor who was asking for forgiveness by holding to her feet .

# Twelve times , Ma .We have garnered a right to want interactive to how it could be done better . Simply said . It’s us , not her #

~ Big fan you are …. Hoon . I can’t envy you for that . Mama loves her too … is that what it is , psycho whoomp ? ~

Hoon laughed and picked up the knife and started cutting the remaining apples .

# Twelve times and going on to the behind the scenes to see her at her natural state … face it Ma … she’s just like us , in all her glory and magnificence , flesh and bones , bled red too . #

One of those moment Hoon will always remember it vividly . Where her mother looked at her in admiration , nodded her head , laughed and hugged her . Snuggling into her neck and breathing out slowly ,

~ You’re just like your father . Upholding the integrity of good to possibly could be the best in idealism . He is like a gambler , a careful one … listens to himself more than what’s in front of him . A romantic finding causes to love to when the loving is already right in front of him . ~

Hoon looked at her Mother , while Fingra on the screen was driving in a vehicle away from a premise .

# Is that not good enough , Mother ? Finding reasons , more than to what it is ? #

Her mother stood up , and looked at Hoon with a soft wet eyes , an expression that Hoon will never forget .

~ Someday you will understand , how moments in the Now sometimes is better than what’s in your whoomping psycho..low..jizz head ~

Hoon also remembered what she said to where her mother simply laughed gently and went to the kitchen slowly with her laughter .

… with nothing to say and in silence we get to know each other better ? …

The lektro.bus glided into the stop . As soon as she entered the bus she lodged another complain by pressing a recording button on the front entrance .

Missing bulbs ? Now who would be in the right mind would take them away when bulbs are provided to every premise in the Zones , included by the electrical.service for nothing ?

People are strange , no ?

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He glanced at the clock . The seconds faded into forever . The hand of the minutes , jumped the past .

The hours remained faded .

His hands started to tremble and he felt nauseous . Here it comes , Stark smiled . Like going through a hole of lifts brightened up possibly only by your uptake in life .

Manic depressive patterns , are advise to stay away from time.jumps , the Uultra had read the agreement letter before handing it to Stark .

8.9 Brilliant journaling nonsense , Stark . I read them before I had my shut eye last night . 8.9

Stark stared at the eyelashes , this time she had the lashes curved to the side of her eyes , folded through to the side of her temples .

Stark suppressed his laughter , and kept his focus to the paper.tronc .

Well you gotta to look at the brighter side , her both temples are blinking away , a few milli second behind her eyes , and a word such as ‘brilliant’ emanating from her and , by goodness , looking at him . Smiling too , in all heavens !

0.1 I don’t know what to say . Thank you ? Is that good ? 0.1

Regarda stood and smiled but somehow in her well designed presentation of her eyes , she seemed unsure .

8.9 That will do . You’re welcome . 8.9

Stark signed his name on the paper.tronc . The initial glowed accessing to the record in the organization .

Regarda.Stupen stared at Stark accessing him with her eyes and finally with her long finger to her bright red lips ,

8.9 You don’t really care for the state of the world as it is now , don’t you ? 8.9

Stark laughed . Hard . Ridiculous eyelashes fanning the side of her head had made her too non~chalant and too cool to be on anybody’s sides today .

0.1 What’s the matter Regarda ? You about to prophesize the goodness of all Uultra ? Shall I kneel down and admire your eyelashes from other angles ? 0.1

Stark smiled wide , the full blossom ;

0.1 It might cool my head too , like it non~chalantly did yours 0.1

The paper.tronc beeped , pink to his initials , accepting his application to the organization .

Regarda held her throat softly , caressing the bones , the start of her shoulders and pointed the sofas to Stark with her long fingers .

8.9 Time , I hope is on your side , Stark . Is time , ‘that’ , to you ? 8.9

0.1 Time is ‘that’ to me always . What’s the story ? The loser finding causes through reasons for a winning from awareness like you , Regarda ? 0.1

Stark sat on the sofa with his eyes , wary to the presence of the tall Uultra , high forehead and fast fanning eyelashes .

Fanning eyelashes ? Stark mused . Wonder what she’ll think of next . The windows of the souls probably got her in some third rate poetry somewhere in the jungle of philosophy , Mankind looking for excuses to party with the right crowd .

8.9 Inspiration revolt like that in your kind ? 8.9

0.1 The revolting has nothing to do with the inspiration but to feel smart about the past mistakes , our kind reflected like your designation in fashion sense , Regarda 0.1

8.9 Your inspiration don’t treat kindly to a state what you call , forgiveness ? 8.9

The fanning eyes , the temples were brisk~ing cool air , cooling her own head ; Stark was pretty sure of it .

0.1 Irrelevant , Regarda . Inspirational values should be from where it is to where it’s heading . Getting to know the future ahead , ideas ; some are irresistible only to useless minds to set their foot on and making useless circuits to functions . Lagging delays , get what I mean ? 0.1

Regarda frowned .

The man is as his name . Curves basically only for straight lines .

Regarda held out her right hand ,

8.9 Let me see your right hand 8.9

The high forehead of this Uultra are a sign not of high intellectuality but , a deep knowledge to how Man would react in given circumstances , in other word , seeing his reaction is all it takes , to see the kind of man he is all about , the type to head his future in allegiance to which …

?

The matter of the hands , your utmost mechanic , see how you thoroughly work into those openness … right into that fanning eyelashes .

Huh ! , Stark almost blurted out .

0.1 Why , Regarda ? 0.1

And held his palm out .

8.9 The kind of foolishness , back curved on top the others , the stupendous mistakes . You are tasked to built to differ , Stark . And the funniest thing too , funny weird , not ha~ha , that your central being in intentions on not being right , but to see the withstanding strength in your and the others designation instead . 8.9

Stark smirked .

0.1 And all these seeing through my life before me , is depended on the Time it takes for me to believe it , yes ? 0.1

8.9 That’s right . Do you have the Time ? 8.9

0.1 What could you possible learn from a feeble minded like me , Regarda ? Another set of lashes for your third eye ? 0.1

8.9 With you , yes . I like to have a roof top for my third eye to be protected and sheltered in . 8.9

0.1 What do you get out of it ? 0.1

8.9 Wrong question . I already have you employed with our organization . It didn’t matter Stark . Is time on your side ? … and me getting out of this experience , there are millions others just like you out there , that haven’t had the opportunity to see these eyelashes blinking at the sides of my temples . If you are up to it , come back and see me again . When you feel up to it , anyway . Are you manic depressive , because your journal of nonsense seems to clutter with it 8.9

0.1 Manic depressive ? I got methods to alleviate that schematic into my own tempo naturally , eventually . 0.1

This is where Regarda lied like human , reaching out for the larger cup and cleaner water .

8.9 You intrigued me Stark . Hopes and dignity are like cheap plasters on structures with you . On how you see it , sometimes the best way would and could be the only method you are familiar to . 8.9

Here , the poise of the Man , in the man who will stand up for his Natural State , Regarda rest h.er arms on the side of the seat .

You’ll breed to this point.best in idealism , to how you see you are in the make . To where their sexual justification will take over and rise for another seed to take it’s place , Regarded waited for his response … anticipating calmly ….

0.1 Cheap plaster are noted down to the necessary placement and the needed strength , Regarda . Time is measured much in our realms to the height and the burden correlates to it’s extensive . And you know to what ‘s given are not necessarily taken as it is even in our best ideals ? We are built not to last , we conjure better than staying dormant , breathing , while accepting facts as the only facts . 0.1

8.9 A transition , a transformation , is that all we are to you , Stark ? Uultras and their dreamless manifestation ? Junction to function but only for the highway of Mankind ? We , the Uultras are practically not , should be with feelings and emotions ? 8.9

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Stark gritted his teeth .

0.1 That’s right . Without us , you’re just an element . Unexplored , with nothing to state your conscience to . You said it , your prophesized your own slate . Is that wrong to see you from our point of view , even if it’s to the only way we could ? You know we are not equipped to see your broad brand of understanding , we ain’t got the toolbox to see into your depth , Regarda . And you practically can’t down~grade your tech since you have none unless it is from us . 0.1

The flashing deep inner light of Justified Designs on her eyes , quivered .

Her eye~lashes seemed to fan faster at the side of h.er temples.

The man is sane , enough to feed a few . But the many would simply rebel against their own tech in the end . Manifestation of these kind , proves power is all it takes , a few more Stark like this , and we would have havoc , with plenty of good reasons . Stupid knows stupid best , Regarda neared her long fingers at the base of her throats again .

But unlearned communicative skills can always be forgiven , Regarda staked another sharp and long breath in . Biology and machinery in sync ,

8.9 Death is unfair to you , Stark ? 8.9

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Uplifts , holes , and the uptakes in life . And twelve minutes ahead of time .

Stark wiped his sweaty face . A minute differs , but a truer shade in the memories that left behind . What you knew is what your thoughts formulating in the Now and The Now is visualizing a vision to when someone , somehow already could see it as a structure refined definitively .

This is the trade of Uultras headed by Solv.Bluprins , are working on .

Maximum time.jump , forty two minutes ahead and back to only places you already familiar with and Hexa.Sync in the later of six ; working in perfect numbers guided by fracted.norm schematas .

Stark picked up his BPV , a clean slate until he returned to the past twelve minutes and headed out to his mission .

A miniscule circle , a part to a bigger wave , a clear headed of elucidation is needed …

Weapon~ing the words to a thought about to concrete somewhere in Zone One .

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The holes of uplifts .

The pupils of the eyes letting the sun ray in . The living mechanism of animation initiating a reaction to what it had seen , responding a facts to another facts , with drives from the hunger and craves to re~energized the patterns into a simple validity .

Enhancing Reality , with supplied energy .

As that has been taken care of , the Man has ideas to set that contentment into something that up lifts the minds into a clear stage to where the awareness can always hold on to that ideals , pre~designation , like the better part of expectations .

The pupils of the eyes are that living mechanism , the responsive utmost in idealism to your choices and preferences naturally . It will decides to uplift , no matter what the circumstances it is in …

This is where the rays of Blu.Brill had specialized and successfully worked into , from the deep obscurity , the light into the seating neurons in the state of firing ; the brain at the back of the neck , decisively.

Implanted , with an injection for a chemical reaction with recent memories to update into an instigation for the time.jump .

The rays were exuded out from the eyes instead the usual taking in from the Sun , the seeing is not with the memories known but rather to the accumulated concepts of knowing stating it’s state of the nearest expectations from seeing forth with the help of Hexa.Sync’s precise probabilities .

Ultimately the rays from that chemical reaction could only last for a little while , the Man , the star himself , couldn’t possibly compete with the Sun , the minutes , seconds and the hours are the speck of the dust compared to what years , decades or centuries were to Mankind .

The time.jump ahead is the Progressive Schematic in the Numbering System , yes , but never to how Man themselves seeing into the issues of social interactions .

Here’s where Stark looking into the BPV, at her picture glaring a him , with a touch of smirks at the corner of her mouth .

Fashio.Symm .

The eyes are as kind as the babies looking up for the sunray into their eyes .

Life has sure made her seen , the illusions clearing into the big ideas shifting to survive in more ways than one .

And she is crucial to the latest undertaking in codex.intraxx . She has what it takes to clear that illusions but in realizing the spacing fast into an idea , there are some few against her will make a point , invalid but will garner a following that will in the end to set back the Progressive Schematic in Numbering System backward in time .

Stark mused , PSNS , the calculation true enough to garner a schematic defining late comers with enough reasonable causes . To which if it can be helped , we need none of it ‘s excuses .

Stark sat by the seats outside in front of the Seven Mall .

8.9 Overflowing water , these rays were like , the dam . The water flow had to be gentle with the dam , layered straight fifteen degrees upwards toward the incoming water in different juts to soften the power and the impact of them together . 8.9

Regarda looked calmly at Stark , making sure he understood to what she had just said .

8.9 I am drawing you the blueprint . See the force is one , together , brute always enough in the end to cause damages that you have to see it into slowing down to what is so unnecessarily time taking simply to repair them . Put these time together spent repairing , it could be avoided with these kind of blueprints to where maintenance is the key word … only . But here , Stark we will refine it through the understanding of that need to maintain, by designing the structure according to it ; stronger and better. 8.9

0.1 Is that why you think that language is inferior in maintaining our perspective to perfection in idealism ? 0.1

8.9 No , but the overpopulation and the new generation are . Time is a bit slow in handling the populations this way . They tend , the Mankind I mean , tend to stay the way they are until the ‘tech’ changed them instead of the other way around . The Definers are the only paradox that built for the tech to stay above and use it in the end , carelessly at most . 8.9

Stark sighed .

0.1 Is there anything in that high forehead of yours in there , that has us in the glory and perfected elucidation so that we could convince the aliens somewhere in the galaxy , to be friends with us ? 0.1

8.9 No 8.9

Regarda laughed . Blinked twice with her one large eyelashes to each of her eyes , curved sideway to her ears .

8.9 With your beings inclined to fears in your own elements ? A guarantee for your kind to become slaves for the civilized nations anywhere in this galaxy if there’s any . A friend ? No . 8.9

0.1 Nice , really nice Regarda . That really motivated me to become truer to you , no ? 0.1

8.9 Damn right . The truest , since that don’t exist , codex.intraxx comes to mind . Fashio.Symm , you have her id tag in your BPV ? 8.9

Stark held his breath , true motivation , with two big eyelashes each on the top of her eyes , linked up curved into her ears . Motivating senses in the hearing and … what exactly ?

Visuals syncing up to the what is heard , listening onto but not truly hearing ?

Poetic Uultra , could she ever be more obvious than this ?

The in~between the lines to what was heard , when synced up through a sense to the visuals that way ,

0.1 I have to remember her personality inside out since BPV can’t provide me with the her latest updates to what she is coming into . I am all alone in that strange land , is that it ? 0.1

8.9 We can’t reached you in that realm , my dear Stark . What you’ve about to see won’t be in our recording devices since your starlight rays are emanating outwards instead of taking in the ray of the Sun normally as in this realm here . So you are in that strange force , only with your memories and what you have learnt about her will eventually equate your speaking frequencies to the normality in your emanating lights . 8.9

Stark took out his blank BPV . Sequencing the codes into the time of Now , it flicked back alive with the information of Seven Mall .

She haven’t made the purchased yet .

He punched in the the codes into the OLEX.Corp , to see whether she had a valid account with the corporation .

No .

Stark sighed . Here is the kick to a bucket with full water . Why in the world anybody would do such thing ?

To undo what is not about to be done , would be a task to term in the making sure that Fashio would be into seeing beyond the price and commitments to this almost ridiculous pattern of ownerships .

She simply would choose another brand .

Or not .

8.9 Your judgments in the end reside on the takes of your decision . To how it perceives is happening , is still far reaching into the future waves , and we can’t reached that past , past twenty one minutes , Stark . So be more than wise , be prophetic , short timing seeks tragedy better than a good muse 8.9

Stark stood up , breathed in the air and put on a face ; stifling insecurity into the clarity of confidence . I know Time like I had basked in The Knowing , Stark mused quietly .

The Knowing , indeed , to where time is a definite irrelevant , Regarda would have said . Freaks in the eyelashes , connotations of madness into her poetry living in the world of Mankind . Uultras and their bonkerings .

He stood in front of the black wooden door and had his hand up the onto the scanner .

Here goes my knowing in time , Stark.St grinned as the door slid opened .

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Prime colors , Regarda had said clearly . Stay away if you can to colors that are too bright since it will be distracting to the thinking pattern into the Now and forgetting the mission ultimately . Colors of prime in bright connotations are the sync~off to what is heard or paid attention to . You listened but hearing with the depth asunder .

The layers of Needs stayed unscrupulous to the best potentiality hoped with Man’s emotion in the way , obstructing the make of best hoped reality .

The depth , the bottomless emotions , in desperation , these emotions to install never get to see the light , to which to some , that is the making of greatness in the very persons . The taking in to the bright prime colors in pupillary inputs in timely expansion , are indeed different to any one point’s in parallel’s realm as in The Now .

And by that time the paradoxes already speak in tongues without knowing that it has spoken it’s own subjugations .

Odd takes mores energy than the normality for examples , in Concepts as to what it will ensues for after .

Odd that stands for the good in the timely expansion , rarely see it’s courses to build in proper wattage , as more energy needed to think up in these expansions , to where the rules and regulation factoring deep into anyone’s realms , will simply strike it off as not as preferred to the more familiar and normal patterns , as important as it is , it is not for the faint at hearts, since the experiences are … on the hard sides..

This is where Stark stared at the bright pink color on his left , a jacket , bright metal studs lining on the shoulders .

Against to what Regarda has said about bright colors , he factly notioned to the pink undertone , so what ? he quietly mused … it’s a fine up.touch to the bloody must of a red , softly glowing pastel as pink.

A young man , came up to him ….

~ Interesting jacket , Mr St . ~

Stark smiled ,

0.1 Yes it is . Screamed red pretendingractically . 0.1

The young man smiled , verging on laughter , seeming not sure on what he was going to say next ,

~ It comes with many different colors , if you like . Perhaps deep in primary color ? Which would you like to see ? ~

Stark stood there and noted Fashio.Symm in the corner with the company’s BPV , black like the sign the front door earlier with a similar emblem .

0.1 Yellow . Let’s see . 0.1

~ Sure . If you like you can wait at the seating area to where the lady is , while I bring you the yellow jacket ~

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