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Courage , proud and stood out amongst the rest .

And so here it is , the best amongst them all , the nine selected Uultras from the four hundred who applied to join in the security force for the Blu.Brill Corp every decade .

These selected nine will be stationed wide across the zones and these ones are especially trained with the understanding of zone 2 , The New Circuit Land .

The land known for crimes and the birth of techs underground lords .

Initiata.Supra looked at h.is BPV on the table , and recalculated h.is expenses last year , for the third time .

For the first few month of the first decade , nothing fancy , simple dining expenses , although not cheap , s.he noted the many times in a month spent at The Brinks.Gallery for quiet lunches .

Soft blue lighted , atmospheric corner at the back of the café , slightly dark from the outside world , where everything surrounding in the back room , clarified everything else visually .

The color saturation by the soft blue light in the corner made better truth of reality , better than reality itself .

Spending time with Self is one of the best one can do to yourself , Initiata remembered one of her guru somewhere in Zone Eight . An Uultra h.imself but as human as h.e can be , perfected down to h.is cynical overviews to how humanity can be , upright and everything is bright had said nonchalantly ;

777 When you start to see yourself in everyone you meet , take a break , Ms Supra . Spending time with youself is the best thing you can do for yourself . For everything from everyone has decaying factor to which is poisons if you do not know how to handle those anomalies . But since you are an Uultra yourself , I suggest you go to where their minds seemed to be congregating about , but no closer contacts , if learning about them could only make you cannot , be subjective to why they are the way they are , learning about yourself why you are to see these familiarities like a human mother to son , a human son to the human mother , then seek further into yourself , Ms Supra . None of this relations could teach you to their conditionings . Life practically ends in your mind when you see only these equalities for Uultras like us . We were built not to feel , but to think . Their designations had made it so to make us to think along their feelings , to which is the compassions to circuit us into becoming is also the same compassion that are not to blind us doing what they had done for the past thousands of years … But of course I do not have to tell you this , yes ? You are a born Uultra . aren’t you ? Do not , I repeat , do not be ever confused to why you are , Ms Supra . 777

Vivid.A.Lucid.A , h.is name was .

A kind Uultra who chose to live amongst the HI-THT.Ids in Zone 8 .

A pariah amongst the Uultras community for h.is stance about the circuitries designed of them , for what is refined and defined will brings out the reasons why the Uultras had to exist … so , the answer is no . The Uultras find h.im to be against the flow , like the strong backflow of the oceans waves , pulling their feets of existence into the deep water .

And all that kindness represented by Vivid.A.Lucid.A comes always with sinister smiles .

Gleaming teeth , with h.is eyes curved to the smiles given along to what s.he had said earlier .

Initiata remember h.im fondly .

For what were exposed to , becomes The Big Into . The human faces has no masks , believe me , Vivid.A.Lucid.A had said .

 

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Sinistering into that big gleaming white teeth , posturing back onto h.is backbone as h.e postured with h.er hands up high in the air ,

777 . If there are lacks of expressions of the faces you see , that is all there is to it . Do not go Uultra on it , thinking deep based on their experiences learned , bad mistake , that is . All human knew of their limitations based on the time given to live this life , thus take the hints on that faces you see . 777

A > Believe in the lacks you see , on their faces you mean ? < A

Vivid.A sighed deeply …

777 . Seen babies and little children unable to react to joy you had to give ? There goes the best truth there is in this world , before precision in human thinking patterns about fate , as they say ; if it’s not felt , why should you bother to instigate . you are not them , the programmed in the float.boxes transferred for our kind , are not that compassionate grounds for simple smiles and happy reactions . Also , mind you , those unsmiling faces of those little children have their own protectors feeling exactly to how you see in the moments of that lackness , lackluster state in living their life . Why should you even ponder further in to the depth of water to which is only ankle depth to begin with ? 777

Initiata closed her mouth , and pondered nonetheless .

Why did h.e think I am thinking about the state of compassions to what Man had to offer ? How did he managed to lead this conversation into something that he knew I would find interesting , … in the end ?

It can’t be all Uultra that he met before me , had the same initiatives in their backbones ; feet in water , shallow enough to run onto land , just in case …

No ?

777 It is my reflection to how I see humanity , that they all are interested in , since most of the Uultras aren’t that kind of circuits to feel about them . Remember what you are , Initiata , lest , indeed you are functioning not for the creator’s purposes , eh ? 777

How insidiously tacky , isn’t it ?

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Courage leaning on pride . It has go to be relative to why they are to exist in this world . Imagine them , that awareness to start and begin in this life not even with ways to protect themselves as the little babies , depended most definitely to the state of loyalty and love …

Courage , for the learning of pain , protected merely by the warning of the protectors … to build schematics of best probabilities from these delicateness as their outer shell living breathing these factors to civilize to what they called scientific understandings .

Nine Uultras will be sent to the zones available , with one of them , to whom is predicted by predi.ic.okean software to have the longest life of all will monitor the data collected from each zone .

There you go , old is wise , as they say .

Live by it … created techs because of that knowledge … and supervising the state of best extensions it could come up with …

Time is the working chemical in the elements , for ones who stay the longest , are the seers against the poisons in the make of this bitter earth .

Who’s to say that time is not without the eyes ?

Seeing you with their own probable brightness without human emotions , no ? As an Uultra , …

I wonder whether a human , an old one at that , could simply do that ?

Initiata.Supra sighed . Closed her eyes and breathed in ,

… slowly … , but isn’t that brightening up or quietly extending life within the reasons to when of the time is ?

Aren’t humanity known for the concepts of the light decays in their history patterns ?

If it’s translated in the heals and poisons being them , with their delicate skins to protect their sentiency , then it is possible , yes ? … It is possible for them to extend their life simply by the designed applications and knowledge about the concepts of and in lights decay , no ? They had proven it with medicines and methods of living in the past , and why not to some of them who could extensively see the points of these extensions and applied them in the simple tuning of …….

H.er pulse raced as she stared at the klik.konnect ; to ring a second later .

Stark’s on the line .

Quickly she remembered the date today , as the memories become significantly shortened to bleeping lights .

A>Are you back from .twelve ? <A

There was a smile in his silence .

Good news and riddance of worries it seems , yes ? Initiata cannot , for the life of all Uultras , could see this man being not truthful to her .

A > Why haven’t you contacted me when you are in .twelve , dear Stark ? I needed confirmations as it goes along in the seconds of transitions of that time.fracted changes . <A

Smirking , is he ?

0.1 The results are great . Ones could die peacefully when I tell you , Initiata . I guess you are the methods for the protocols , eh ? These people are unpredictable , Initiata . You cannot methodize them into the protocols , scientific for results . You simply give birth to their nightmares , if I were to contact you and all you have to say in your states to my mission are with worries … Trust me , your diligent scientific methods are no match to their monsters . Parallel worlds or not , thinking virus some of us are , and … worse … 0.1

Initiata nodded and smiled , smart like a beaver , this man is . Built along the convenience , practical in the take for practicalities alone .

A> I said that , and no regrets that I said it , Stark . And worse off , some of them don’t even know it . Protocols Stark . Protocols , like it or not . Leave me to my worries . I am a big girl , I can handle it <A

Stark laughed ,

0.1 It is not you I am worrying at , it is them and their between the lines that I am rooting for . I will give you the recordings also my brain patterns to you when I get there . I am on my way to see you 0.1

Ahhh , the tuning of the curves … some explaining to do ?

A > Don’t trust the big tech to do it for ya , Stark ? <A

Stark laughed and Initiata could have sworn s.he could hear the smirks started to talk back to h.im ,

0.1 But how could you ? You are the invention to ignore the nightmares while I am the one who has to work with the muds , swimming in the thick of it . I see as them and I am them , and in the splice of that .twelve , I had the experience as human , Initiata . Like or not , protocols or not , I have the big tickets to weakness and strength in my elucidations in seeing them in .twelve . Isn’t that what you after ? Don’t you want to see and listen to the big ‘me’ talking about the big ‘us’ ? 0.1

Calm surroundings , river for the beavers . Safe haven , yes ?

Good man for the job . Not perfect , but good . Enough .

Isn’t good enough , perfect ? In this unpredictable world as it is , for an Uultra like me as he had said it … defining is not necessary , to have a meaningful life with the big question in life still goes unanswered as in their philosophy , but here I am … sensing bleeping freaking lights amongst them .

She hung up and reminded h.erself to look into konnetive implant in h.er wrist . So uncool to be … , uncool .

That is not pride .

It is not pride to be coming from Stark seeing in his own kind in that light of understanding . Neither mistrust . But to see m.e through that understanding is … what ?

Are you dissapointed , Initiata ?

To see into the deep creatives of Man and to learn of their selfishness when it comes to their deep focus in the values of whom they are ?

To whom they are .

To whom they are ?

There would be no civilization of Man , if Man himself wouldn’t stay in that selfishness … cultures reborn into another translations through preferences these days … go figure . No dafter than Man , to think beyond the genre of their versions of Mankind .

Now the big ‘me’ has seen through , the man who was chosen by the Uultras to seek into the differences time had to offer , into the make of thoughts , time jumping into that focus … in depth ,

and would like to have an audience with m.e about the big ‘us …

Initiata.Supra sighed deeply .

As daft as the deep of their oceans , deftly in depth , s.he started to smile … in between the lines , of creations of Man in Techs … she secretly wished Vivid.A.Lucid.A is here …

And gently h.is fingers typed in for the admit.entrance for Stark’s arrival for the next hour .

Safe haven indeed . Here we are , created for their own take on the future , independent enough to form out decisions … secured always from nightmares they could manifested for each other …

Courage and pride is what they see , to what the Uultras had been refined to be for them … and indeed indeed , how could I see and disagree to what Stark had to say about us ? Let alone to mistrust each other once the designations had come to be part of their truth , precisely explained in the now , as of about the past ?

Conclusions , yes , are not end results . Not for anything that has a tagline to which is human . The between the lines are slightly crooked to the state of ambiguous techs .

Blurs to clarify … and what you are about to see , if you are indeed a human ; the clarifications are mere transitory .

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Fingra.Nuovo sat in front of the balcony with the virt.glasses on her face .

Be her .

She thought quietly .

I , Fingra.Nuovo has my own end conclusion . She , Ditha.Sevaras died with the boys around her … nurtured them with as much love and compassion she could ever give … yes ? Therefore , … ,

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Held my hands , that he did , by the beaches then …

Stared at the orange sun for a long time , and like pulses of his own heartbeat , squeezed my hands to the steps forward , slowly together , barefoot , in the evening sky ,

I was never so awake even with my eyes closed , breath shortened with expectations , even if I was to wake up to nothing , that memories with you became the centuries lived into a mere dot in time , all that was read , learned , studied and like a sponge squeezed out of it’s water , giving back to the Vicinity , until that time of knowing you , life has been always on the verge of finding you in every corner to all of my arrivals , only again , repeatedly not to see you here .

I am used to that now , Cliff .

I am what you had told me , many times over , one who sees the tiding which will bring many good things , and what you did not mention , expecting you in each corner is that sign of my goodwill …

Fingra switched off her BPV .

Reading her past journal with graphs comparing her mental health then to now , with Boom.Ploop next to her , kept staring outside , to the breaking ocean waves , sure is not the goodwill she was writing about .

What am I now ? , she asked herself while petting Boom softly with her hand .

Lamenting the past like jamming the keys that were not it’s lock , quick and feeling sure to the bunches of keys in the loop chain , and to realize that I am the one who is the loop chain of keys , without the correct access to the time’s past ; merely loops of memories .

While you forever alive in my mind , Cliff …

Fingra quietly slid in her BPV into her purse and petted Boom ,

// What do you think I am now , Boom ? //

the ring

A simple ring , with a little white agate tree rock on a silver sterling , on her finger , given by Cliff.Bells fifteen years ago .

Passed through his generations by the women in his line of family tree for centuries , and when it was given to him he was the only male child , as he was childless when he’d given the ring to Fingra ,

CB.7 Well remember me , if you ever want to , think of me if you feel alone , Fingra . Always be there for you , until the end of your life . CB.7

Hmmm , sentimental value for a reason , nothing else but for love and peace .

// Is that what we end up being , Boom ? Sentimental values ? //

He gave the ring in her palm instead of putting it on her finger , with whiffs of sighs , while looking at her hands for a few moments ;

Ringless , uncatalogued by and of memories , tender to life , promising youth full of the upcoming destinies , without as yet to the curving fates of the many people going in and out of her life .

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Ringless without anyone to remind this world’s monumental meanings to be with , to love together ; and she shouldn’t be taught to love me unconditionally ; without experiences in love , at least someone of her own choosing … at least loving herself … ?

Sadly , Cliff took a moment looking into her eyes … looking back into his .

// You are fine , Cliff ? Why , the sadness seems to intertwine into … the lights in your eyes … //

Cliff nodded , poetic Fingra , wait for it , and she will laughed at her own play of words …

// What is the matter , Cliff ? Look at the sun Cliff … bright large orange , for another good fifteen minutes of this magnificent evening … with you … Why the sadness … in your eyes ? //

Cliff turned his head towards the open sea .

CB.7 I am happy , Fingra . Very happy . To be with you … in here and now , nowhere else … CB.7

Fingra laughed ,

// You sounded like Hexa’s waste … //

… and started to sing softly while holding his hand into hers …

// nowhere else would I rather be , with you ,

With you , like thousand miles in a quick of a shoo !

I timed the nights for a change into a blue ,

a blue sky a blue sea

bright hearts for the brighter days

nowhere I would rather be ,

with you , with you

only you

So in the darkness to the night ,

to the night in a thousand miles away from you

Could just …

shoo shoo shoooooo ,

… //

… while holding the word ‘shoo’ as long as she possibly could … ,

Fingra slowly turned her face towards Cliff and brought the tempo down and looked at Cliff expectantly for the last lines in the song , Shoo Blue Shoo Shoo …

Cliff laughed softly , sighed … shook his head and mouth the word , ” no” , looking at the ground …

Fingra pulled his hand ,

Beautiful sunset , Fingra … Moments like this are not meant to last in real life … , real life are meant to be stored into the memories of the living man , exemplifies beauties and ideals for the rest of his life …

He looked up into her eyes … and sang the words together with her , as loud as he could … to Hexa’s waste , and both of them looked into the evening sun … laughed hard and sang …

CB.&7 // so I can be with youuuu … , youuuuuuu … only yoooouuu // CB.7

The sky slowly turned orange , slowly the blue shaded into brightness of the color orange and yet darkened into the contrast to the sinking sun over the sea …

Yes , memories like these moments , are forever in the bones and reasons of love , to the why we are the way we are …

Finding solace in the strength of the other’s elements existed on this earth that lasted longer than any of us in the make of our own human biology …

Fingra laughed hard and kissed Cliff on his cheek and looked into her palm …

Put the ring on her finger and looked at it , to the whiteness of the rock , to the history , ancient held strong by the silver that bonded them together , decorating each other into a form …

// Thank you , Cliff … I appreciate this ring … and yes , I will remember you forever and ever as the best friend I ever have in my life … whenever I feel lonely , to which I will be never anymore … since you are here … here with me //

To the why we are the way we are , bonding at all time , to anything that inspires hopes , ancient strong indeed for the make of new wishes in the meaning of life , revolving about in the need to curve back up into the shore of perpetual techs …

Never , as it is in words , only a mere love …

When it is human , that human cannot fool himself to the tasks and terms in loving self in the name of his humanity …

Built a ship then you have to anchor it somewhere because of the shores … in life , the shores are that basis to the changing elements perpetual.teching into his humanity , to where evolution in the end had to be in the forms coming from his own mind , to what he had learnt about himself …

In the shores of life , the rebirths persisted , becoming the doors with the security to the keys and locks in preferences referencing to the needs and desire ,

As to the shores of love …

The endless width of the sea symbolizes life to it’s fullest , even in the quietest sound to loneliness , in the act of bonding , Man always are in the state of becoming , evolving in the persistence of living stars around Him ; energetic loud and expansive , always sure like the breaking waves of the ocean , … arriving ….

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Woof !

PulaPula stared at the snail on the ground by the river bank .

He started to jump in front of the snail , pushing the soil in front of it’s path …

Stomp stood nearby with his binocular to his eyes , capturing data of the landscapes comparing it’s past from Hexa’s records .

A thousand year’s of truth .

Much has changed especially to the depth of water , be it in the sea or the river’s paths , water changes landscapes at all time .

WOOF !

Gently , Pula started to push the snail into a different direction , for he believed nothing could be gained by going to the side of the river , the wide mouth of the river … so in diligence and gentleness , he pushed the snail towards the nearby forest instead .

Stomp looked towards the west .

Lots of the landscapes had given way to the ocean there … a good chuck of the hundred hectares are practically missing …

Hmmm , direction of the wind must have caused that too , Stomp was not surprised to find there was a little hill behind the west beach near that area .

The wind has nowhere to go .

WOOF !

” Pula ! In the name of everything that ! is ! good ! in this world ! What is the matter with you !? I am trying to work here ! “

– Stupid dumb snail here ! Imagine wasting all that time to find a river running across it’s path and then … having to turn around , and then ! … agaaaaain ! What a complete waste of time ! –

Stomp eyes bulged , looking at PulaPula with his mouth opened , in disbelief ;

” Will you leave that stupid dumb snail alone then and let it be since I am trying my darnedest best to think here ! “

WOOF !

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Pula stood glaring at Stomp in a stance of defiance .

WOOF ! WOOF ! WOOF !

” Cut the shit , Pula , seriously . “

… and back to his binocular …

With nowhere to go … all that energy harness by the wind , had to reformed into something else in the area … it could be not so good for the forest nearby , for a thousand year , with the constant energy coming from the wind , all the seeding , the little growth needed for the start of any plants would suffer , no ?

WOOF !!!

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There he was , Pula was standing right in front of Stomp , looking and glaring up with a face that was all serious .

– You gotta help me , Stomp . –

The glaring at each other continued .

– What ? You are not happy , Stomp ? Get off that look please , and help me … please . I need you , NOW ! –

Stomp sighed , shook his head left and right in disbelief , and started to walk and followed the dog , who kept looking behind making sure that Stomp was following him ; pronto ! .

– There ! Look ! –

The snail was turned upside down , with the soils all over it , seeming to look over to them from the cave of it’s shell .

Stomp kneeled and petted PulaPula oh his head , sighed loudly …

” Did you do this , Pula ? Turn him literally over like this ? “

-woof-

” woof ? Is that the only thing you have to say ? huh ? “

– Well , it kept moving it’s slimy head here and there , this … this … strange looking thingy here… and me , … with my paws with no thumbs … you see where this is going ? Yea ? –

Stomp , still had his hand over Pula’s head , petted him hard … seeing Pula’s smile , fangless , and yes , Stomp did see where the conversation is leading …

He lifted the snail up , brushed the soils off , stood up and looked at Pula with a smile but with all angry eyes ,

” Where do you want me to put him , dear son of Loorus , my majesty ? ”

– Back to where he belongs , Stomp . Stomp.Regards with thumbs who hold the good cards ! Thank you kindly . The forest , at the edge of the forest … please find the place where there are guarantees to have some dew in the mornings . Thank you , thank you and thank you ! –

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– Further in , Stomp … come on , some puddles would be nice … I am sure there would be plenty around here ! He is alone you know ? Separated from his species , Stomp … the least thing we can do for him , … is to find him some comfortable area to live in for the rest of his life , yea ? –

” Unbelievable ! “

… and Stomp left it at that , sighed and walked in further into the forest .

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He hasn’t combed his hair for three days . He wondered through the forest … alone with thoughts , his own ; in and out of his pre-conceived destiny ..

Until he reached to a small pond ( puddles = ; of depth in his visual ~ understanding ~ )

And he moved closer to that ~understanding~ .

The ‘symmetricalness’ of the ’emoted singers’ about in his mind as he got closer to the puddles = ( … ; ponds with the sun mirrored the sky perfectly , but without … yes, the illusion of depth ; …. ) , he stopped when he realized something was amiss .

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The consistencies in living life …

What did you see , along the time , hours , minutes and seconds lived ?

You missed nothing , did you ?

Would everything known by and of you seemed to regard that senses within yourself and become better in the state of being you ?

Would you succumb to the notions of living without answers , by seeing forth to fear instead ?

To become regulated and regulating the innate lights to form by learning about the dead instead of the living ?

Are you the shadows , of the sun ?

Instating truth to everything that is good to prove into the brightness and yet the deadly sun by becoming it’s close confidant , a slave to time instead of making your own ?

Be a master to these chains of time .

Know your limitations by seeing your own fairest truth ; like that of the shadowless dream you kept dreaming about .

Diana.ShineShine white eyes started to gleams and turned into a color .

Slowly into a solid …

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…. circuitries .

dreams .

electrics .

c o n n e c t i n g r e a s o n s , ma g n e t i c

reasoning …

…. into Ideals .

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into , a solid blue sky and the clear oceans mirrors by it ,

The high frequencies attuning to itself making amends to the lower end ,

The grounded reality , with feet on the grounds staring up high ……. ,

contained mere assessments , indeed ! ,

Diana slammed her hand gently on the table , as her eyes slowly becoming into it’s original color

Like a good shelf , life is to her , solid and sturdy !

My own virtual … solid life .

The electric started to fuse into her virtual body , intricate as it is … simple as it seems , everything about life is so , …

Heavy , that is what it is . Heavy .

Grounded gravity , magnetic strength and point values that are soooo …

Her point.view blinked up …

:: predictable ? ::

Diana smiled , Circ ?

* Why use words with me , Circ ? Why not = = = ? Yes ? What is the matter with this weaker emulation of emotions ? Something wrong ? > = 1 ? *

:: (0.x+0.y)7 = >1 ::

Diana on the verge of laughing , stopped herself ,

* That could NOT be a statement ? Huh ? *

:: A full circle with it’s own divisions , as the pie chart … but the cake was incomplete in ingredients to make it tastefully good . You know when it is human’s , anything is possible , miracle they call it ::

* How necessarily true is this , Circ ? *

Circ took a moment , and looked at Diana for another moment ,

:: They have to eat it nonetheless , no ? They’d made it . Whether they know it or , ” >” is still times up with the decimals , and the equalization is that … predictions anyways ; that less than one . Truth is that math … the precision before and in the making of one ; perhaps the question you should be asking is , how necessary is that equalization ? What you do not know , don’t matter , yes ? ::

Diana finally laughed .

* What is this ? Some kind of nature shows on tele ? You confessing religions to gods themselves ? *

Still laughing , Diana took out one of her rings on her right fingers ;

* Listen Circ … what is the matter ? We of higher the higher tuning of machinery do not talk . We have better system of communications . They , the humans talk because they needs to find answers like … like where do they go after death … phfffttt ! stuff like that … to evolve , that is what they are about . Why go into these primitive method to communicate with me , dear Circ ? . Please do tell , I got plenty of humans who I have to deal with today … believe me , you want to talk about mystical numbers , they are plenty out there who can amuse you and I for many good lifetimes … and that , which is forever for us *

Circ beeped in a few alerts , uploading files into her .fts. .

:: Best of your emulations , Diana . Facets of that one light , manifesting million of reflections , that I need from you … ::

Diana sighed ;

* Then it is about human’s social issues that you wanted from me , Circ . Give me the holes , I’ll show you how to swing golf sticks to get the balls in . Straight up . *

:: Manta.Ray . High freqs . ::

Diana kept her silence , unsure on how to react .

What is it that am I feeling here ? Fear ? Worries ? Guilt ? , hmmm , pretty smart for a calculation .

Hmmm , where now shall I sleeve in these emotions … ? , she thought .

.* Send me these questions in math , let me see the expansion of these truth , dear boy ! *

Circ laughed a little .

:: I already did to your .fts. ::

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Considering bad math ; the same version of wrong formulations keen on repeating itself to get best results , until … well … yes , as it turned out , it has simpler alternative routes , no ?

Now , would that be innovative ? To find a different method , simplified version comparing to the exhaustive divisions , separated by contexts and the needs for illusions made real ; but when it is math , done right , it would regardless get that unsurprisingly , predictably correct results .

Innovative ? Yes it would be … especially when it is about , best results .

When you are designed , searching for the best then , you have found a way to access the facts differently than the past .

It means that they are many other different doors .

Many doors mean the many different reflections .

Yes with and for the best results alone , it is to how the mind minded it’s state of calculations .

Therefore ; formulations are to be with versions . And versions as it turned out to be , reflections of civilizations for example .

Considering perpetuities into math ? There are no bad math , just bad calculations , ” primitive , are you ” from the start … inventiveness came from the correct shortcuts found , … and kindness ,

…. are beautifully definitive without the need for complicated computations , however …

With Hexa.Sync schematics , rewards have a different tuning that were frown upon by the early Eruvydites programming masters ; you seen it all with the wise men in the past ; but with Hexa ,

… it invalidated Eruvydites , the middle men had no more reasons to be were they are at anymore , since the techs were available without having to reason in ‘the down payments’ anymore .

The devils became unnecessary , since the evil has been educated throughly in the precision of Hexa.Sync ; and that would change into Choices .

Even the reasoning to seed in paranoias became unfashionable , as the concepts of good had been clearly clarified through the techs schematized from the differences gotten from the ; many doors in the many different reflections , for the best results .

Trust is relevant in the circuits ; to where Circ is possible , it is like karma to Eruvydites , and yes karma is literally out of fashion when good math , shorter formulations started to surface in Hexa.Sync , better yet with equivalences for our own betterment .

And here is the formula , math .FTS. for humanity , by the creation and innovation of Humanity ; Hexa.Sync to regulate …

< (WE) > = 1 – ( know about you ) .

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Diana stared at the Circ files , in her .fts. folder .

Truth in scientific findings are irrefutable .

It invalidated Mankind’s fictions .

And for every fiction invented , it has to have a strong foundation and methods that had to be protected for it to be of any good .

You don’t know truly know about yourself , in inter~reactionaries , you are bound to stay in the state of early socialism , in order to see further about anything you are about to go through in life .

Eruvydites was very much like Socialism … except that Socialism was still an updated version in human conditioning learned from earlier schematics , and yes ; Diana smirked in the corner of her mouth … without Math , socialism is like that , to where zero itself does not exist in representing whatever numbering it needs in Being … you have to stand outside of all selves in order to make sure everyone else is alright …

Collectively , without Hexa … sometimes minds go astray , fear becomes the mongering nags that eats away through generations into the most probable thinking methods …

And when you have that new and fresh generation , became the shelf proving the state of mind of the older generation one up above … collectively , Hexa.Sync ; in one swipe of math calculation and formulations for the best results , turned ideologies and philosophies extinct , instantly , that changing ideas with the less prospective educational values in few vicinities will have a field day , bargaining to which truth shall be focused on instead . Wasting time , clearly without Math , Mankind only ways to seek into life would be fears instead .

Clearly here , Circ is thinking on behalf of the Mankind .

To know self is a virtual perfecting machine , aware to it’s designation , Eruvydites and based on the past perks of socialism ; Circ is reaching out to not only results , but also the clarity to how it is about to happen .

How ?

Why bother when it will happen anyways ? No ? Yes ?

That is how . Clarity revolves around it’s own weaknesses , for strength . For good or bad , lies or truth .

Diana can’t help to feel few other personality designed in her , starting to tune into her well beings as of to this very moments …

See this is what happened when Humanity started to take place in Math and Science , we , Hexa’s Maths , have to reflect and empathized like them … translating communications .

A massive waste of time .

Diana delved in further into the .fts. , and she laughed out loud at the third page …

And frowned at the fourth ; hmmmm !

Like swimming in the puddles purposely built for dramatic effects , muddy primary primitive paths , splash splash ; like children , eh ?

Except that they are not … they are able bodied mind with streaks in one layering of protective shell , methodically built by and for the institutions ; having to fight at all times to shed the old proprietaries …

Yes , you end up with the puddles , plenty of them around , exasperated for clean representations , ended up with … swimming in the pools of these muds ?

Ugly minds make the presentation for best revelations .

Was it embarrassment knowing that they were caught up to be with the lacks of right exposure in educations or was it egotistical needs to be at peace only to what they are familiar with ?

One way or another these lacks with the egotistical needs are to be constantly reminded of their strength in policy while swimming in the pools of mud , muddied nonetheless weakened by the state of that embarrassment .

Wouldn’t it be deemed as stupidity , inviting another knobs of dumb dumb , to rely on disaster because of it , to tune into for a concept of smarter.techs ?

Why in the worlds , Circ would further his thesis into this ‘ tall magnificence ‘ ?

All winds , water , soils of the earth , magnets and gravity but not the harvesting of these naturals into something better ?

Ahhhh ….

A big bulb ! Bright Flash Flash and the new fresh flowers !

Commonalities !

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That strongest layers are usually made of these weaknesses tight together , aren’t they ?

What are most in the making of humanity in their state of idealism , eh ?

Yes , not creativities . Creativities are merely curves for reasonings in the make of idealistic ponderings .

Diana punched in the codes to get into the natural.seeders statistics ; out of twenty , only two point six of these humans stayed in the arms of creative endeavors .

hmmm , Magnus … what was his full name again ?

Diana smiled , okay enough already ! , emulating humanity down to their forgetfulness ; Simpar … Magnus.Simpar .

Even mathematic , neither Hexa.Sync can’t come up with the correct predictions for this man …

Diana typed in further ;

Waited for some time while thinking of Circ …

Nothing is fair in life , but with Hexa you can see how the fairness shifts ; diligent Circ … all of his connectives to Mankind refers in the balance of himself and to the elusive perfections seek by them .

Impossible to do , if you are human ; and yet here we are , to the terms and conditions designed by them to function ; to Circ , he is that updated version of karma but simply because humanity does not have any other schematics to fall back into …

And that makes it …

Evolving had to refer to the schematics that was outdated to begin with … the improvements are necessary … since life with techs , is not and never really about finality or death …

It makes Circ , more human than human ; way to go Mankind !

Diana squirmed in her virtual seat …

It makes Magnus , … well can you believe it ? … to humanity he is a savant . , but to the Hexa and it’s calculating machine …

She took the last assessment about Magnus.Simpar and compared it to Circ’s .fts.

She closed her eyes as soon as she saw the results pointed out to a few numbers of .phrs.

Hmmm … boy oh boy oh boy oh boy !

It is happening , waiting to happen as it is already . The Shifting Fairness .

The doors of that many reflections started with the one door … she clicked into the .phrs.

Diana closed her mouth with her hands as Bridgitte’s face started to come onto the screen …

Tonkeys ?

Well well well …

She looked further down into the results of that comparison ; High freq of … Manta ? Tonkeys is using his high freqs to connect to float.box realms ?

Reveal everything and you see into the how , eh ?

Diana nodded her head in understanding ; therefore here was Circ , representing muddy paths when he is clearly without the able bodies like them humans … what is that ? Compassion ?

Circ ?

Really ?

Diana zoomed into Bridgette.Tonkeys features while she was about to be submerge into liquid nitrogen , six hundred years ago . Amazing , come to think of it , she noted Bta.Drsa code numbers at the right side of the video ; all these visuals references were all gathered from the memory lights of the last seven important people in those times alone …

She called up for the list of names , and waited for Hexa.Sync to respond .

Collective.Ions were gated through Circ’s front end programming , anything that are requested about the recordings , Circ would be the first to know what it is all about .

Triillions of .phrs. , even through the eyes of past dead persons … the light and shadows gathered will be kept safe in Hexa’s Natura .

Diana compared the original features of Brigette.Ton.keys and the body kept by Tobias in the fracted.norm room .

Two bodies , one from the new.still and one in the liquid nitrogen , and they both looked very similar to each other .

What is going on here Circ ? , Diana looked into the formulations sent by him earlier in the .fts.

Really , Circ ? Is this the all in all , about Tobias and his first love ?

And what made you brought this to my attention , Circ ?

The few lines in the formulation made Diana.ShineShine drew in a sharp breath ; thought about what she had seen at the bottom right side of the video , and quietly exhaled in the perfect emulation of a human being .

A dawn of realization came spreading into her mind like a dark room suddenly bathed in lights .

Seriuosly , Circ ? Really ? Manta.Ray ? What does this mean ?

Would Circ be , the front end programmings of Hexa.Sync , that is in charge with Natura.Schemata and Collective.Ions … is a … compassionate … Math ?

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Footholds

1

Automata .

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numb and dumb trapped in fools

trodden thus the flesh

ancient you might want to say

to believe

the fools are smart to neuron in

the memories

Alive ,

Forever in tune and passes into

the eternal , water

glistening thoughts as it would ever be

In the might and greatness of Desire

the propelling thoughts trapped

in Flesh

he is fooled , … forever for generations

awakened to the proprietary always

extending hopes and wishes

a mere Neuron , forever trapped

numb , dumb and fooled

sleeping eternal

in the professed of simple Desire .

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Solv re~read the poem a few times ,

… gently placed the heavy codex on the tea table and stared at it from where he sat .

The glaring blur of her hand writing , in cursives , beautiful as it is , left a feeling of incompleteness within him .

Was she aware , frightfully aware to what is she doing ?

Was this a second attempt or the many attempts on getting this poem ‘right’ ?

The poem is alone , lonely as it is , unlike on her other pages , full of illustrations , little or large and colorful or in a single color penmanship ; alone and strangely titled .

Uultra~like almost in her expressions , and yet lucky enough to experience life , could she …

Could she , herself be one of those early newstill’ manifestations ?

Unlikely .

Quite unlikely .

Hmmm , you never know , especially with the early Eruvydite , to where secrecies and tech espionage were rampant , and it is not surprising even to the newstills , they were not even aware to whom they really were .

Newstills are usually coming with written function codes in them and there are not many known poets or artists built this way .

Very … very , unlikely .

Merely a talented mind shaped and bruised by the hard knocks of life ?

Disappointments are written all over this poem , and yet again … it simplified and dignified Hope without seeming so .

Only a human , natural.seeded could truly come up with this form of lamenting needs .

In.dexx did mention to how this poem had inspired only one silv.glint in existence , simply by touching it with few codes input through the retina scan , it will gather all form of known desire and re~manifested into thinking patterns ; complete with the blueprints to how they were formed into the state of decision making in collective.ions .

Now , that is interesting .

To where a mind who thinks in this manner , becomes a “What” , reflecting into a Tech .

Divisive in thoughts , feelings and emotions , human had been known to over categorize mind sets because of their own known awareness , limitations . Paradox galores .

Religions were a good example , * separated truth * , indeed .

But if it is really true , about the existence of this silv.glint , then the unity of desired techs and emotions preceded from this thinking pattern could truly be something to behold for .

Greed would be that one in the many relevancies , that is not needed anymore to which is , rampant even in the kindest rich man , since he is surrounded by the state of that divisiveness .

Now , what good this silv.glint would be for then , as life as always , coursing through our bodies , making aware to our well stocked energies in each one of us human ; and with this silv.glint , desire would seem to have more legitimate and better recognized functions instead of being the only pillar for greed ?

Redefinition ?

Thus , this silv.glint is meant to be touched , felt and seen from , but it is not about changing any forms and structures in reality .

Fate would have to be redefine if this particular silv.glint is ever get to be discovered .

These thoughts led him to shudder ; thinking about the underground illegal organizations tech espionage is not what he want to delve in further at the moment .

Turning the rock over , you are to be careful not to find poisonous sentient waiting for whatever it was meant to do in order to protect itself .

As the government trailed led by Hexa and to gain still , in their seeking for their own prosperity , these underground tech espionage however , did massive contributions along the data statistic in the decades to which are important to finding of reasons in Preferences .

Humans ! , webs spun by their own minds to where confusion leads at most times seeking dry surfaces to merely rest for a little while and lo and behold , here it goes again !

Tritely , swimming in the pools of …

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Solv shook his head and re~read the poem .

If indeed the professing of desire is an automata , resulting into the seeding of these natural human , then the foiling of that revelation to what seemed having to be relearned over and over again by rebirth , then the truth patterning in their mind is without a need for a single word , and that is , the Eternal Path is in the Chemistry of Man , yes ?

Thus , scientifically … as we had figured out through the schematas provided by intraxxes and ultimately brought out the Uultras , in the process of discovering Hexa.Sync ; Man indeed , is the reframing of thoughts percolating into their own biology and chemistry accessing it’s own partake in it’s own existence !

That was how we rise above amongst the other species … selfishness through the many ideologies , reframed in the ease for that selfishness to shine through in the name of past political science methodologies .

Name the potions … and I will rephrase your need in the take of your understanding of it firsthand , we will see whether it is poison or good and healing for you …

Time , in the end is too short in the making amend to that state of living contently .

In higher percentages statistically , happiness is a state of mind , made believe at best with creativity provided with countries that had set aside cultures to accommodate these creative expressions to which again , the all important Techs for scientific endeavors to take on .

Like bacteria , humans were , the scientists had formed out carefully in the past to which eventually Hexa.Sync was finally given birth to .

Tritely , we were organized to the ways and what we had learn of these micro sentients , viruses and bacterium ; and the recalculation dispenses forms and results that are unmatched by human thinking patterns alone ;

Strange … as it is in the end , truth were poised in designs of the electronic boards , circuiting conveniences unlike the dreaded tragedies imposed by an angry Moses .

Solv laughed at his sudden thoughts along his musing .

3

Here it is … Solv poured another glass of Mostly ,

Ditha and her poems had been said to induce Techs .

It is not her and her poetries alone that are responsible for inspiring the many business men , political intraxxers , artists , designers and such , architects even scientists in this realm or fracted.norm’s , it is also her past mysterious life that seriously had the means to covet ‘truth’ from the many others platforms of ideologies , third parties in reflections ; provided in the state of mind in any living Man , at peace with the revelations regardless of to which sides he or she is in .

Conundrums .

Strangely again , statistic amongst the ones with her poems , copies or in the collective.ionists group members , most of them had said agreeably , you could only see the state of your own perceived understanding of her poems only when that contentment to whom you yourself are all about , is well taken care of .

It is not her , ultimately will drive your car to your destination , it is you and your need for a drive somewhere that will make sure you arrived at the possible conclusions … you and yours alone .

{ Automata . Ditha’s poem again , Solv ? }

Solv turned to his right and smiled at In.dexx who had been meditating with his eyes closed earlier .

88 You’re back ? See anything ? 88

Solv nudged an empty glass , towards him , and waited for In.dexx’s reaction with his fingers on the tea table , unmoved , expectantly .

{ An empty glass , that I see and you are holding your breath for … my further comments on Automata ? }

Solv poured the empty glass with Mostly after a few twinkles little sprink of salt between his thumb and index finger into it .

{ Sadness rebels the best ain’t it , Solv ? }

Solv nodded silently .

88 . Rebellions always awaken the Constitutions . Pick any constitution , I will name you a state of mind of that particular rebellion was for . 88

{ You rather going back from where you are from now than seeing forth from the set points of empathy , Solv ? }

Solv pushed the filled up glass back towards In.dexx ,

88 . Why should we when we are not in that state of mind , and to be quite blessed to see the end results every time and living in the comforts because of it ? Empathies are the functioning cord that set the course of actions to delay further into that mesmerizing pendulums to which only good for creative minds alone ; but to me , it means kred.it to ones who are working for me . I do not dwell into life for that mesmerizing pendulums to go back and forth , instigating minds to feel . That is not my concern . Why do you think Blu.Brill was designed for ? 88

In.dexx wiped smoothly with his index finger making sure there would be no salt on the rim of the glass , and gently sipped his Mostly , quietly .

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{ filtering human adaptabilities for Techs ? }

Solv slowly put his glass down on the table , exhaling calmly and the thoughts of earlier leading pattern in his mind flashed , Angry Moses …

and the resulting reaction from it .

88 What do you call this … this … kind of meditation ? Refraining snores for the sake of the other sake’s of peacefulness ? What do you call it , In.dexx ? 88

In.dexx laughed , knowing well he has hit the nerves , flinging mud of causes into this man’s golden reasoning patterns .

Anger , the folded white page of emotion , safe in the dark ; intuitions , hidden in the gloves of truth , blurring the edges of realities and idealism , and sometimes guided with careful manipulations with that deep seeded of understanding to how passionate minds at work , the truth could be reshaped and reformed without that necessary need to look deeply into one’s mind depth .

Lead then , Epik would have written in the past , …

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And , in their sorrow and misery , you shall lead then , state your honesty as clear as you can , even when in that honesty is nothing when compared to that suffering , but must , you shall lead with grace first , and listened only when you are at ease and comfort and remember that you must never , to the chaotic sense provided by that destitutions . And in that state of confusion , sadness or hatred , as you listened in such manners , you will be redefining the charity and social welfares as that calm and collectiveness that to which you are representng , will be the source and the start of their own hopes and joy .

Clear , clean and beautiful handwriting . Confident and without that telling harshness of attention that calls upon itself .

In.dexx closed Epik’s codex and placed it back where it belonged , at the right top part of his desk .

Like a stone unturned , Epik was to him then .

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In.dexx sipped his Mostly for the second time while keeping his smiling eyes on Solv ,

{ Functioning cord to your sense of peacefulness too while I am in the same room , yes , meditating ? Tonyok.Astute , it is called . Was I snoring ? }

Sovl face turned serious ,

88 I was surprised that I was not the one who was snoring , you’re right … very true , I felt calm and at peace as you are around me doing your Konyok … whatever , … I almost forgotten that you are with me as my mind wandered …. 88

In.dex nodded ,

{ Your mind wandered into strange places and in this case , your insights to be with much more conscientiousness . It had been known certain personalities to feel at ease to be inspired in their insights manifesting forms and structures around one they know well meditating about and around them . Old story , nothing new . Similar for the many thousands of years with the other facets of faith , except this astute in factors of meditating has somewhat a different focus and intentions . We have many to thank for , Hexa’s calculations were scary to some , but to us , to you especially , good … yes ? Astuting tonyokness , yes ? }

Solv stared at In.dexx for a little while longer . Glazed eyes , not really looking at him but instead to the idea of In.dexx in front of him ,

88 I used to think about that , Mathematic with Reasoning . And then I stopped doing it after awhile , and you know why is that , In.dexx ? I don’t believe we human are capable to think in positive energies on this Earth , we are the brunt of that negative charges in the built of our chemistry on Earth , to where in biology , we are ‘THE’ science , retracing steps to what indeed we really are , and to the less selfish ones , in universes and galaxies . 88

88 Mathematic is indeed precise but human reasoning are with trials and errors , perfect biology mostly , but chemistry wise , are very very fragile . And with these , good life here on , I cannot supersede that calculations for everytime I try to do it , it leads back to that dreaded simplicity of one , to cause and reason; while Hexa kept tuning up with the many glints around and about , these variances are not meant to be control , especially not in the weakest link of chemistry such as ours , … indeed , so I stayed practically dormant to those reasoning , and kept doing what I think and believe I should be doing , a slave to my own intuitions , sure but never , ever to that method of mathematics . That kind of math coagulated not only blood , but also to reason in violence , fear and greed like you wouldn’t believe . Same old same old , but that perspective seems to agree with my senses in leading my organizations . So , here you are with me , In.dexx … This is a good feeling that I am feeling at this moment , and I … 88

Solv exhaled …

7

Great responsibilities come with great burdens ?

Worse off if that burdening sense weighted by insecurity , the practical loner you shall have to be in accessing that Math , with reasoning patterns with historical facts to were known to deceive , attentiveness with not knowing who will have to carry the aftermaths , burdening the ones who less likely to be educated and ready for it …

For ones who knew to what effects it would cause , had seen it without wanting to dwell further to what it is since knowing self and it’s own limitations to which is the core of his achievement in focus , be it for good or for bad , worst when the intentions are pure and yet … you will see decay in the forms of poverty , if it’s exist , in hunger and living conditions , then the burdening were shifted quietly and thoroughly while keeping the responsibility up front in the name of … to whatever the leaders had worked their subconcious to manifest .

Automata , anyone ?

In.dexx almost grinned , while Solv was talking with his mouth and face animated with passinate expressions ,

For ones who knew themselves , the revelation of themselves are much more tedious , always tuning to be immaculate , could only be humbled by their own sense , not the widely believed acceptance , but rather to the experiences to what was believed of them in the past .

Only from the cruelty of the hearts , refers kindly to what good is all about .

And the silence forming from these understanding are the deafening frequency needing further conceptions .

Mankind , indeed , if it is true to what Solv.Bluprins had said , negative charges because of their fragility in the form of chemistry , then they cannot stand being alone in their perceived state of weaknesses .

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88 Truest , In.dexx ? Would you believe the undying devotions for that need , in the past ? Fufe.Corps is about that , instead of finding center to that ridiculous circle of truth , we focused on the core of the applicants instead … you take the veils away , you will find their state of notions . And to those notions , usefulness suddenly become universally necessary . You see how relevant everything is suddenly , time is kred.it and kred.it is the source of well being back to the Fufe.Corps . But devotions , In.dexx ? Hmmmm , to that … what say you , my friend ? 88

In.dexx and Solv laughed after the exchanges of silent stare to each other , with Solv knowing very well that he was not paying attention .

88 You know what , In.dexx ? I wish you had snored . Kinder to my soul , at least I know you are somewhere out there in bliss , yes ? Meditating … Konyok.Astute , yes ? 8

In.dexx laughed , 

{ In bliss ? , yes I was . It is Tonyok.Astute by the way . The answers are on the way as you know it }

In.dexx thought along the line … Let’s see whether this man is ……. but he was interrupted as Solv gently prodded him with questions .

88 How are the boys , In.dexx ? Are they adaptive to your abstracts ? Like I do ? Hmmmm ? 88

9

Subtle in expecting attention , competitive as expected between the two boys and since father figure in their life was non existence , it is refreshing to see the respect given was coming from somewhere they were themselves were not familiar with .

Ditha or Mrs VollumNgap.Up! had used silence as a point of disagreements at most times and in that silence these boys worked their imagination , strangely not to please but instead finding others set points of interests , and from there on the revelations coming from Ditha are at most , the amicable moments between them three .

Magnus fast forwarded the .phrs. into another .

Here in one .phrs. , Ditha was looking at Re.phru disapprovingly , when he used the fork to throw the morsel of food at his older brother ,

Magnus zoomed in , from slightly a different angle ;

She stared at the older brother , and nudged her chin slowly upwards before turning away to the kitchen sink .

Here’s where it gets interesting ;

Prephru widened his eyes at his younger brother to whom slowly got up and picked the food up off on the floor and put it the garbage bin near Ditha , by the kitchen sink .

Without saying anything other than looking at Rephru and somewhat making sure that he knew she was looking at him longer than necessary , the boy was back on his table continuing his breakfast .

Now here’s the kick to an empty pail , as when she turned around , with the washed plates … with an eye contact , she nodded her head in acknowledgement ever so slightly to the older brother Prephru , she sat down to eat with them .

She commanded these simple obedience without the needs for words .

These children were not seeded with fears , but instead with the untouchable need for respect in themselves … yes ?

Were they made aware that they were not her natural birth children ?

How did she manage to systematize these state of leaderships between the two boys without any disagreement between them ?

Magnus.Simpar switched off his point.view and thought of Bta.Drsa .

Ageless Drsa , throughout the years had installed many collective.ion schematas around the vicinities .

Her angles were her proprietary and techs , her decisions on where autonucleiia should be to record the . phrs . were what fracted.norm’s scientists had been raving about .

Something about her inner light re~finding light through these autonucleiia .

It has been known to how these little techs , being incomplete as it is , to be influenced by the handlers or the installers . This is why in the post productions , extreme care was taken that only the Uultras could enter the laboratories , to where these assemblages are mostly done .

Humans , for good or bad , they come with another layer of magnetized blood to which had been believed to be carrying *tune.ages* , too much of the margin errors and for the lacks of connective in precise studies between psychologies to their own built in chemistry and biology , humans became unsuitable for the techs they themselves had invented .

It gives them a new meaning to what bad blood is actually stands for .

Magnus smirked , strange how historical facts to what they were eating and genetic codes played a big part in streaming the .phrs. in time , seeing into probabilities for the coming future .

Iron , in blood ? Have a plenty aren’t you ? … Magnus flicked the switch on the drive.board so the vechi.home will reached it’s own destination automatically .

Anemic ageless , Bta.Drsa …

Magnetized iron is in the forming of Now , smirked Magnus , remembering a lullaby back when he was a child in a specialized private school , how did it go again ?

He sat there staring alone at the vase , trying to remember how the simple lullaby goes and failed .

What he did remember were his analogy of it …

The time of Now is the magnet , blood flows somewhere is the living of the bodies , frailty of the bodies was also somewhat in the lack of iron in the blood … something about phrasing in the weakened state of the minds , trailing floating weakly while seeing everything about the world in the realms being above it all …

… to where grip of reality does not have a strong foothold but instead the shortened breaths became the flighty sense , tip toeing before that breath alone will take on to another landing , ….

… to which is perfect for an Ionist , perfecting angles like a bird with the mind of a human … flights for the engineers and scientists seeing the past happenings with precisions fit for the better future .

Autonucleiia , the stand alone Tech , demagnetized in invention to access the many reflections available including through the eyes of anyone in the immediate surroundings also to the symmetry to where these seen visuals by the eyes usually met in the angles and curves .

If it’s in the light , then it is with reflections , and to that reflections , even to the dullest objects in textures and toning of colors , it could be enhanced to maximize the reflections needed to be lifted out from the ‘coming’ light .

And that ‘coming’ light , could always be re~emulated , since darkness is the most natural phenomenon in defining life , as in the retinas ; in the waking lights , UV lights are still a transference of energy in human chemistry and biology ; the ‘coming’ light whether it is the sun or and inventions by the human becomes legit and valid to the visions recorded by the collective.ion in the end … matter of tweaking knobs in the now , into the past reality with the understanding of the events through the seers eyes .

The energy when well in the state of pendulums , eventually the time will sync it into the tune to the circling Earth ; aesthetically pleasing and fair , unchaotic for the order of tru.circ to recompensate it’s balance in it’s own orbit .

Anemic , ageless and angelic , Bta.Drsa .

With her pale grey eyes , in the past , she had been known to slick away from crowds of people , appearing to her choices in life in becoming true only to herself , alone … installing thousands of collective.ions around the globe .

 

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Promises

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There are reasons why to Contrast .

You can see it , practically , The State of Why will refers to simple Conveniences and that , eventually rest in the zone of Comfort .

This is a must for the engineers in fracted.norm to whom also happened to be the scientists , specialists into the zooming into the depth in fracted “truth” .

How can one see into the Depth in Reality , the symmetries recorded , with the minute details of the recordists , the persons who were selected to do the jobs , ioning , right down to their reasons , for example , into that necessary Contrast for the fracted.norm scientist to get ahead in their research ?

The lights delays were reformed ; it is not easy but it can be done .

Notion flipped the white page onto another ;

To see the flaws indeed , and deflected them so that th lights can be shone accordingly to the needs of the scientists in the fracted.norm ; truth.fracting for better fictions … yes better minds to make a better “truth”

… engineering humanity ; life … the model of moments ; by tuning into matters believed to the important events , the leading causes to be relevant at all costs , formulaic to the make of the start of the future light delay .

The relevancy to effect ?

What are Depths ?

Matters that ‘Were’ meaningful .

Matters that ‘Are’ meaningful ?

Notion quietly laughed , remembering the golden years as Epik has said in their last meeting with In.dexx a decade ago .

Matters that “were” meaningful had reasons and that reasons “are” snobberies to the very matters that are seeking for a meaning .

Strange man , that In.dexx was .

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{ That is Depth , it has nothing to do with breathing life symmetries , you know this , Notion …what matters are for the reasons to Matter , as simple as that … Mathematic is nothing without Reasons . }

Epik nodded , and squirmed along the sofa ;

9.9 I know you , the next thing you are going to say is , they have forgotten to tell our children why Math is all about . Hmmmm , lead them without the slaughters and yet the meat is there , at all times . Remember the issues way back then , burdening the atmosphere with methane , hmmm ? Follow and ye shall see , heating Earth ? … instead of taking the time to tell them the Why ? 9.9

Notion lifted the four brown folders on his lap , and spread them evenly on the tea table .

1.00 Power without Critical Thinking ? Are we at that again , Notion ? The leaders without the burdening of the Whys , always had to be with the answers at all times ? You are going to fail your intraxx.histories if you are going to delve into this , this way . I have the feeling that , these life.consultants who they picked to mark our exam papers , are going to be judging our minds for innovative.state to Cause . I don’t think they care for argumentative methods like it was in the past . They found their men , selected for that five year terms in focus , now they needed to see into that Cause for intuitive solutions . We have ourselves to figure out to how they are seeking for in the answers , you know this , Notion . Fashion is , these mind flows are , they were “dressed” from the earlier reasons to pattern , we are taking the exam , we have to figure out how would they want us to answer them based on their interest for the moments and ages in that terms , give and take in the five to a decade , years in focus . Or else , we all are nothing but same old same old , stagnating brilliance to the dull boredom looking for the meaning of existence in this mundane life like how it was , … the fathers and their fathers before us .1.00

Epik nodded again , squirmed a little closer to the four brown folders on the tea table ,

9.9 Inspire these life.consultants , this is what Notion is saying … the exam is about whether you knew what of the interests , the inventive state of inspirations to innovate , and yes we are talking about intraxxes.histories here . Don’t seem to make sense , ain’t it ? 9.9

Epik looked at In.dexx calmly ,

9.9 You know what I mean right , dear In.dexx ? 9.9

In.dexx started to finger the folders , one of the brown folders

9.9 What Notion insinuating is that , they want to see to how you are seeing the making of intraxxes in the past , and yet it is not the intraxxes that matters to them . Intraxxes are done in the mind of men , once it is out there , whether it was good or bad , already instituted to the structures in our mind . What they want to see now , is your percolating sense in Causes , to Reason the instinctive in factors , it is you and your focus in how you are putting yourself on their shelves as if you are about to be part of that inraxxes in histories yourself , well , that is you are ever chosen to be one of the Inner.Circle . 9.9

In.dexx laughed , after staring at Epik.Demokra’s face for a few seconds .

{ You sounded like an old woman talking about the meaning of life to a child who she is not sure whether the child is hers . Why the stepping on the stone carefully , Epik ? Even if I failed the test , what does it matter to you both anyways ? What are guys are not telling me ? } …

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The Depth always refers , Keen.Kapital smiled , staring into the collective.ions’ point.view .

The recording twirled into time , is it becoming aware of itself ?

Even in collective.ion , you can feel the state of revelation is about to happen , like the smell of metal in the air .

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…. { what does it matter to you both anyways ? Histories were , in other sense of a word , achieved . I won , you lose , I failed , you succeed , on and on , no surprises or unpredictable moments to ponder later , yes ? }

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Keen zoomed in to the four folder , and carefully noted the manufacturing.time relayed in the collective.ions info about the brown folders ; different batches … indeed .

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Notion breathed in and looked at Epik for a few moments longer .

{ What is going on here ? Is there something you are not telling me ? }

Pregnant silence , the three of them , staring at each other with Epik , slowly hand picked one of the folder onto his lap .

1.00 Have you heard of a saying , primitive native’s old saying ; in the Order to complete , the completion to rest firm in becoming , by and for the energies who are building the structure it had to start in the triangle of three , the succeeding points , at least before it becomes a full circle . Did you ever hear it ? Especially when the opportunity are around and about The Three . The structure had to be idealized in such manner that , in order for the cyclic mechanization to manifest it ‘s own state of functions in these reflection … well … you know about this , don’t you , In.dexx ? 1.00

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It is not in the failures or successes in determining the statistic rates for the hopeful future should be in the focus , but it is the interaction of the three , in symbiotic relations to the outside other form factors , that will in the end guarantees for the others paths in the evolutionary minds to forms a State , new states of Functions and Reasoning for the natural.seeders .

The Differentiation in Schematas gathers intelligence this way .

Keen typed in the manufacturing codes of the four brown folders into Circ’s input , hoping to be able to queue the info in the bottlenecks of Hexa.Techs as soon as possible .

Oh , how irrelevancies , relate too much in this Depth !

The cycles and mechanics of the Threes .

When the Functions in the basic necessities are to exist in any sentient , started to work it’s ideals of Functions ; the effort usually etches deeper in Time , depending on the values decided by the masses ,

… The Threes in Diplomacy , as primitive as it sounds ; is about filtering the unnecessary away for the most ideal cut .

The step backwards , in reverse technology from the fluidity of movement of the circle indeed , the triangular pattern seems to stand firm , until somehow they , the state of Diplomacy decided to form on through .

The Time , in other words has another layer of state in Reflection.Tech and practically is much more identifiable in collective.ions .

In the rest of Threes

It evolves

Always , an initiative ,

In the effort of it

It is where the start of Diplomacy begins .

Truest of Reflection

Balancing Tech

In the conditioning of Man .

Written by a woman , go figure ! Ditha.Sevaras .

Basic , the first form of the many symbols before it somewhat evolves to a circle , so with the triangle ; Why seek into further when you have the best of the three ?

Hmmm ?

Sense in a simplified primitive mind ? know your basics , and work your ways from there ?

Angles to Hold better ?

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Distributive , a qualitative sense to an adequate power , adjusting methods merely to propel the right angles onto the appropriative holding power ?

The Depth or Heights always refers to Irrelevancies .

The deeper it gets , the more you aware about the connective regulars in relevancies .

And this is where , when it gets into the focus , you could strengthened it’s hope , and generally work into the the connectives and structure them into reality or knowing facts in depth to why certain few , in how to simply , to let them go .

And the kicker to all this , is when you realized to how all those irrelevancies are all in one big soup , to where time is the peaking reason and taste is the connective spices , inflecting one another for a foothold in what supreme delicacies are all about .

What was not , apparently has a reason why it shouldn’t be , right from the get go .

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{ You are saying in this particular year , they did this on purpose ? So both of you , instead of looking into these matters independently , study intraxxes like how it is usually done in the past , you rather focus on the reasons to why they are making these exams this way ? Why not check into what is popular in current events instead , perhaps this is what they are truly seeking for ? Big massive shelves for alternative solution in the diplomacy of the threes ? Pah ! Primitive ! I can’t believe …. you guys ! }

In.dexx stood up at the end of the sentence , angry , glaring at them both and at the same time knowing very well what they are insinuating … the birds only land when it is safe , and yet the safeness are seen from the flight above … Remember this In.dexx , he quietly passed this thoughts along in his head while Notion and Epik returned the glares , unflinching without a blink in their eyes .

9.9 Exactly , In.dexx . If you want to know your students , get to know their bases first , right from that initiative flaws and perfections of the three , in that firm diplomacy , and yes … as primitive as we could ever be with the lesson learnt , they would want to know how we are relating these issues together . They are life.consultants for goodness sake … they are the definitive to that very word itself , Inventiveness . As to the current events go , you are literally an open book , at the right page to where we are … chatting about here , amicably , nicey nicey , smiley smiley … chatting … yes ? 9.9

An imaginary tone followed after the last pitch in Epik.Demokra voice , seemed to bring out peace all around the study room .

1.00 Current events , eh , In.dexx ? Selective brain~mass patterns for the bottlenecking of the Uultras , recently discussed by the intraxxers . The discussion was about having to filter the Uultras through that selected brain~mass first and then to the newstills . Seems like they are at a stale mate … 1.00

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Keen zoomed in at Epik’s voice pitch when he said , ‘Yes’ … earlier , in the other monitor .

One in a million , there it is , Keen smiled .

Persuasive and universally charming Epik , right down to the smack dab in the voicing of the very word itself , Yes .

Curves up ever so beautifully in the nestling of hope , lingers … ringing through the air in that room , in perfect clarity .

He , Epik is … aware of his own Knots .

That Knots in the seaming of Life , to Hold .

The angles , yes ?

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Notion looked into the folder and randomly picked one of the papers in it .

1.00 This is what I believe we should be ending up in doing . The game of chance with the probabilities in the circle to what we know to our state of minds indeed , predicaments at the moments . I believe this is what the life.consultant is seeking for . Pretty fucking obvious , with all the students are divided into threes for a major thesis papers such as this exam . The nameless four folders are printed by your dear friend , In.dexx , Mr Tonkeys . And before you had it in your mind , that we are cheating , In.dexx , curb that thoughts … and think again . It is not to what would be in the questions of our exam we are focusing on this moment , but it is to their methods to how they see us as the students , picking the right adaptive solutions for whatever it is are in their focus . Bet you , they don’t even know what they are looking for . Since all of us are students , we chose ourselves to be in this strangely manifestation in a group , The Threes . Our choice of each other thus back to our method seeing into their proprietary in seeking us . Get that ? So , this … is my chosen blueprint . Let see yours … 1.00

In.dexx picked one of the three folder ,

{ You are defining a prediction . But not … the exams … but to what we are to … each other ! }

In.dexx alternatively looked at them both , surprised at the revelation , slowly coming from the staring back of their own eyes .

1.00 Is there any other way ? We are the master of our own destiny , to each one of us on Earth , and those life.consultants are aware of this too … Why not , In.dexx ? The blueprints in the four nameless folders are schematizxd with our given names for it’s manifestations to how we see ourselves … 1.00

Notion and Epik both smiled at him , accepting the comforting facts to which seem to elude In.dexx .

9.9 Be a dear , In.dexx … of those two folders , be carefully aware and pick one out … for me … , please ? 9.9

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Keen waited until the .phrs. in the collective.ion to end .

Without result of the meetings , ……. ohh isn’t life is telling in itself ?

A contrast of the threes , to where life is leading the functioning states in the tech.reflective ; To see , one must know the knots , that holds … the picture , to interest … for simple angles to manifest in how indeed , you see …

Keen looked at the four papers with serial numbers on top of the pages .

Lucky yes ?

As it turned out , the other two , Notion and Epik had realized it all along that they are the very instruments who had propelled In.dexx to where he is at this moments .

Or , brave enough to seek out the potentials ?

With this courageousness comes responsibility , and most of these states of thinking patterns will be focusing onto the next functional methods , in decisions , to which really that has nothing to do with character buildings .

In other words , the persona had to be just at the right inflections , to be at this taking of responsibility , thus potentialities are at most with the whims of Preferences .

Scientifically , that kind of Preferences , in the anomalies of bended light , is frown upon .

Keen smiled along to what he was thinking , but worry not , courageousness is always appreciated regardless of prejudices and discriminations .

Yes , even to scientists , engineers and intraxxers … especially to life.consultants .

Indeed , after all , aren’t we the designers who always learned in our ways and in tune always in making things better and understandable for the coming future generations ?

If we are a community living in the tuning of A Vicinity , keen on cowardice , what good are we to each other , hmmm ?

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To see , one must see the knots , that held the picture to interest , in Contrast , it will predicate at best . Intraxx.7778 , the very reason why in the induction of this intraxx was to happen because of this meetings that had taken place between us three , a decade ago .

Amazing that , this life.consultant , Keen.Kapital is interested in this particular meeting .

Notion gently .phrs. into Keen’s fingertip , disconnecting collective.ion point.view in his screen .

Light delays , the reasons to some , to live ; for what are the use of the future without these pasts , structuring the state of minds to think , even stranger indeed , to simply feel ?

Strange and lucky man , that he is … Notion thought of In.dexx .

Strange for he was attracted , like a magnet , to ones who could , seeing their own potentials and work into the flows of his intricate focuses .

Lucky , to the facts that he is in the many forms of ‘fate’ , the revelation of the future seems to unfold before him ; before it could have a chance to manifest fully in reality , instead of having to relearn and depending too much on that fully unrealized tech , the collective.ions .

In reality ? Intraxxes are the strongest state of make believe for reality .

The definer to the living thinking patterns , the room of Inner.Circle who will decide out and fully to what is out of date and to what should be in the state of focus without having to resolve much into the burdening death commemorating idealism as it was in the past .

The motion of Keen’s finger , was perfected to the depth of his own understanding ; precise and with immaculate gentleness , pressing the button to end after what he saw in the .phrs. earlier .

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Promise is at best , is a good contrast .

A good character , credible , is a good representation to an interesting make of photography .

Exposures to these photography , which was captured through an understanding of light , shadows and in the stilling of the moments and movements ; is equal to reading literatures .

Simple photography , and now make it seem like a lullaby , attractive enough even for a child to comprehend it’s point of reasons , eventually .

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Yes ? Bright colors ?

Or mesmerizing soft light at the edge of the subject represented ?

Olaf.NewGills opened the files in his computer with a sigh .

Why oh why , pastels ?

As bright as pastels could ever be ?

The black cat by the window outside kept looking into his room .

A child , a happy one at that , would be gravitate to massive objects , moving objects , don’t they ?

A fearful child simply wouldn’t dream of finding comfort … say … in unsecured parenting ?

What is it that these happy secured children would be attracted to ?

Olaf stared at the picture on his point.view , and slowly aware to the stares coming from the black cat outside .

What settings of life would a child have to be in so that their interest would increase exponentially until they forget themselves in that process of admiring … say … a simple flower ?

A Dog ? Cat ?

With a dog or cat , the dog had to be somewhat playful to the child and that would be movements , plenty of it , and a cat … ?

… moving across the living room and “oh , look it now what have we here , a human baby” ?

Flowers ? The wind softly , blows upon them , staying put to where their roots are … so then … it has to be movements , playful like movements , ones with fast , circling , closed to the roots to where the child would have to be the decision maker , the master who is in the end had to be with the initiatives in starting … a greeting ? … to his own admirations ?

Happy and secured child … and a toy for them to play with .

Hmmm …

Olaf turned his head to the window and the black cat is still there outside , sat staring at him .

The cat moved and push the windows with it’s head , and walked into the room .

meow

Huh , what say you to this one ? I am the root , and he is the one who playfully greeted me instead , Olaf smiled and stood up with his left hand outstretched to welcome the fat black cat in .

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Axioms .

Bridg.itte eyes were wide opened . Staring ahead to the ceiling , blank with her pupils still closed to the light in the lab . Plain grey without any dots of darkest entrance for any light to be able to seep into her body .

cloudless sky

always referring

the width of the ocean

as far as the eyes can see

the skies are internally ……. forever yours

as long as your mind keeps on breathing

the affirming in the connectivity ……. programming life

we are indeed circular

She , slowly with eyes closed , raised her hands up toward the sky .

Temperature . The sunny bright resulting heat !

She breathed in slowly … and deeply .

Her feet are firmly planted in the ground , she can feel the tuft of the grasses , clarifying the speed of the wind on her face … yes , gentle breeze of the ocean …

While her eyes focusing straight into , the forever yours , whispering into her ears , her senses are like the grasses under her feet , circular pointing back up into her

Deeply , so within into her clarity thinking free as her hand reaches out to the sky ,

sunny bright

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Cloudless Sky . The Programming .

Tingling sensation were creeping onto her skin . A mild sting from every pores of her body , as her sweat started to salt the exit of her living skin , fleshing countless emotions into her moments by the edge of this ancient cliff .

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Have I ?

… been to this bluest of breaths before ? Tufts ? Living tufts of grasses ?

Moving , breathing green protesting under my feet ?

She smiled and gently moved her mind onto the ocean waves below ,

Oh but yes , I was so fearful of the coming onslaught of the ocean waves then , didn’t I ?

Memories are like the smell of burned metal , elusively clear like the age of metallurgy , conjoining and strengthening to images visualized , as simple as yellow to the largest in size , macro in a state , complicatedly simple , blossom a sunflower .

Little feet .

Little feet now are on wet sand , the waves chasing my feet .

Imprinting weight , my little weight as voices near me , laughing chasing the sentient in me , my little bright sunny yellow bulb of awareness …

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Ohh the rise of fear ! Cold , curdling screams widening a silent murder into my eyes , the truth in running away …saving self into security ? Yes ?

Overlapping my ankles , in layers as perfect and as fast as the creeping of the depth cold , cool fears onto my conscience , tuning my state of the rising chills into being developed fully , my body underwater by the uncaring , indifferent ocean ! Ohhh , the eventuality !

Save me , ohhh !

Bridge.itte ! Over here ! Where in the world are you running to ?

More laughter , strangely in tune to the body chills and my fears , and yet knowing well the nearness of anyone does not guarantee anything lasting or useful , unless …

A strong grasp of hands suddenly held my body and lifted my being up to the sky .

Where in the world are you running to ? , the smiles were of a young man laughing almost hysterically as he was holding me up ,

You sure do run fast , little girl … little feet running in circle ?

More laughter …

There are not enough space in the world to fit that raging fear of the unknown for simple contentment in feeling safe now , is there ?

Pitter patter , quick little steps running in fear , circling the shores of million years , eh ?

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The hands that reached to the sky are also the ones that needed to Be .

The reasons , causes and efforts , the Whom has seen hopes in the laughing little miniatures of Surrounding Selves , reflective as in the sense of the widest ocean as far as the eyes could see , re affirming .

Affirm . Confirming .

Feels .

Alive is , Time tuning into When .

The nearest transitory in between flickers , astute , before a complete blink of the eyes , affirming ; focusing to the next available nearest in senses ; To .

Emotive soothed regardless to the feeling ; Destinations .

As the affirming refers … ; The Arrivals .

Axioms .

Cloudless sky , blue … confirming laughter and fears with nowhere to go to , ohhh !

Brigde.itte looked down , while in h.is hands , up in the sky , to h.is face, the hands ,who lifted h.er staring with smiles on h.is face ,

I am safe here in the height … in h.is hands , I am part of the endless width of the blue , may I shall never be returned to the enveloping fear , ankling rooting me to the depth of Earth , overlapping waves ? Pitter patter , quick steps , running away ?

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An Imprint ; Glimmering eyes , the protector , is he ? , looking up at me .

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Firing Neurons looking up at the endless possibilities in the clear blue sky .

Of Wonders , amazements to the returning patterns of the stars , aligning the sky lit by the bright glimmering lights … far away and yet near to the seeing eyes .

Of One , variations are kept , the learnt secrets tuning into the depth and methods of the understanding … and of the Many States , One is the original … mighty and independent in discovering new possibility as in Each , as that firing neurons improved on it’s adaptabilities ,

The Original , the leading mind sees Integrations and in the thoroughness layered , Unity , in it’s best hoped designations , will be always in constant spin refining through experiences rather than from the ultimate wonders from talents and geniuses , unreachable by Identities at most in these planes of existence , paralleled thoroughly by Time ,

Quintessential Innovations for the others , of Many , of Wonders in Each , variations of the freshest set forth for the future of the newest firing neurons to take a hold on to , to the nearest set of the Seeing Eyes , knowing .

Of One to what is known as in Each , what is seen , is the believing Senses making constitutions in itself into The Highest Forms , the programming of Truth , axiomatically consistently referencing always to the conditioning of that Originality .

That sentient is safe in height , trustworthy in causes , natural in effects , to where the bluest skies and the oceans are in the endless circulating width . Human species .

To the depth of the Earth ?

It is an Inclusion anyway , since the sphere is correctly definitive to the alignment of Time , precise in it’s orbit , given time is the given phase , the axioms are fair , only if you are .

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An Imprint , the knowledge of Mankind was a bulit in , AutomaticA , justifiable at best suppressing most anomalies given enough history of the alignments of the past , corrective auto phases and to where time after a while became an investment for the Original to work on instead , and given to the right studies , shading well to evolutionary schematics is to the every step forward in their state of invention , variations and in these schemata , it had no choice but to compete with each other while staying prosperous in that one Imprint , the Successive Models , the originals , safe in Each One .

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Well Tuned in Weight , proportionately scaled to the function and height of the pillars , The Beams .

Across the elongated time , creating Spaces .

Obsessive in precision , for none of these expectations could be taken later as mere , near success and with a few accidentally , for example , tragically ; mishaps and casualty in the act of building massive structures or years after using it , that would be the signs of questionable governing , the state of maintaining them resulting to inconceivable innate in destructions and decay , yes , hard to understand ; unawakened community , and literally out of books to what stupidity entails from , legit down to generations ,

… uninspired minds , since the best of it’s survival instinct are based from these diffidence , bombarded with unfinished , not well tracked with bad and questionable results , resulting the Imprints to hang it’s needed successive models onto , instead intermittent of focuses flinging new interests with hopes , like ponds of mud in need of flowers

Hopes ?

Lotus .

New ones ?

To the uninspired minds , referring at all times to the perspectives seen or learnt from past experiences , the Imprints had to be with rules and regulations , their universality , strangely had to be governed from paradoxically enhanced to which had to be trophied with ranks credible enough with the backing of armies , for example .

Hopes ? Not simply hopes … but rather with Security , simply ultimately to protect that built up Hopes , from the past into the future …

A guarantee new generations to be with and credible with the same rules and generations protecting methods and ways of the pasts to which always guarantee another set of good and inspired minds to seek on forth the equivalent ways getting it’s successive models to work it’s light amongst these living and breathing inner~child .

Variations of the same thing , the designing of Axioms , alike in rebirth , equivalent but perhaps with a promise of differences of numbers , as in death , it differs statiscally , unfortunately

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Cloudless Sky .

On a hot sunny day , the water from the Earth simply leaves ….

The memories to what we were , twenty minutes ago , became only words to some , without any intelligible meanings …

Forgetfulness is a thing to laugh at , gladdens the hearts that , if remembered of any the clouds formed in the while to remind us of and in our state of water , returning back on Earth giving sustenance to our children , the great promise , functioning and always fair to stoop into our need for security .

When you do , see a cloudless sky , with a hope , like lotus in muds , for the forming of clouds …

… remember water , the little drizzle of the beautiful rain …

Remember yourself , smiling , at the first rain drop as you felt it dropped onto your face , looking up expectantly …

Rare , ain’t it ?

For without clouds , how indeed the drizzle greeted you with the many drops alive , dancing on your face as the seconds went by …

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Open your eyes , now !

Look .

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Once , your mind illuminated Needs , better than any miracle .

Yes you remember that moment , always , and in that one time , is all it takes , the miracle of Existence , your own , that Each .

Your Reason .

Beautifying all the wants so your desiring is good in it’s need to complete , would be enough for mind to suffer the decay along these seemingly mundane life , standing up for itself and in the name of idealism …

We are Perfection , that seeking …

revolving in a state , peaking streamlining knowledge , found imprecise at most times , and yet well aligned to some talents , and the lucky few , to these repeating successful frequencies in the inner light to some minds , these seekers are the perfection , teaching methods way ahead of their time ;

Reasons , simplified to Functions , beautiful indeed , The Need , like that cloudless skies ,

With droplet of rains on your face ,

Illuminated memories ?

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Now … , behind your eyes … the unblinking , unedited forever awakened if you let it be amongst the dust in the universe , in your one state of being progressive , the original , given that one lifetime on this Earth … you shall be with it now … along the hopes and dreams manifested by your causes and reasons … and truly …

see , the potentials .

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Prism

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The Inner.Circle .

{ Realism is a notch . When you have the notch clearly stating a peak , then everything else is just a dream } .

For when it is a dream , safe and secure thus minds believing the notion into , Living the Life .

The Child in everyone’s minds will be constantly , protected along the parallels in the timing needed for the ages to shift through it’s time without the needs for unvarying provocations .

Smoothing the Techs as Hexa.Sync refers in point blank to the characters and personalities , in this case The Inner Circle , the intraxxes designers .

Trust , in the shifting nodes of these civilizations , were jagged by the differences of generations and despotisms only marred these differences further into the kind of loyalties that are mostly with fatally dangerous conclusions across the globe .

Unlike Hexa.Sync , the numbers through these mind’s limited schematics are the decisive points to their fate in the past , not surprisingly , badly calculated even through under the right and compassionate leaders ; The Children were unsatisfied .

And The Notches , needed attentions , to where realism is the only justification in making sure the dreams are safe , to where the peaks of these notches had to govern swiftly , to which mostly are deadly in consequences .

Swift , the word itself associated differently in the methods of thinking . What it doesn’t mean is solving the problems with the right solutions but reimbursed the much needed elevation to the troubled minds with hatred instead .

Mistrust , the keywords to any doors ?

Healthy to a point , but when it is in the thinking minds that needed association to that word trust in this case . the mistrust of it , then it is a curse , like a badly calculated numbers into fate ; even with the visionaries who thought they had it all worked out ; the Vicinities were bounded to be with the many setbacks to which the right kind awareness would take only many decades later to reform it’s best structural images coming from these mishaps .

For without the intraxxes , The Inner Circles for thousand of years would simply be men with deep consciences but without the valid numbers for instances provided and proved by Hexa , with past histories seeking through the dark or blinded by the bright lights , these men as mentioned probably would have to revolved around that mistrust in the methods of governance .

Since trust would be the main key issues and they would bound to repeat disastrous predictable catastrophes cause by their own ignorance and limitations in acquiring data with massive deep numbers for their own studies of Self … thus ;

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The Intraxxes needed Hexa.sync ,

… and Hexa.Sync needed the Inner.Circle for the classification of the data inputted .

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These designers are about to see into themselves to how they , in the notion of twenty best of them selectively voted by the people throughout the regions and vicinities , will be seen into the inquiries to why certain few of them had to be removed from the Inner.Circle .

As the inquiries will move further into the blueprints of intraxxes of the past , here comes one of the Inner.Circle designers , Torax.Trufair !

Fashio shook her head in disbelief , as she sat there thinking and staring at the plants planted by her in her backyards .

The crocodiles are not going to be happy !

Top of the food chains will find out the emerging other species amongst them , the defining state , the designers will be be chosen by the very tuned.circuit they , themselves as the species had designed , as suggested by this man , Trufair .

The past now , has rear it’s head , had learned the constitutions defined by these intraxxes , and now ; the enemies will use it to play the games of Chances and Probabilities , and forget not , … for all . .

One way or another , this revelation is for sure to create severe doubts , mistrust amongst vicinities and regional proprietary in achieving their own state of business institutions , therefore …

Wouldn’t it be to that the crocodiles are so in fear that in the end they would resolve to cannibalism , instead of working together for the fate of the incoming food sources ? no matter how oblivious they are to what and whom it is amongst them , to have the kind of mistrust pampered amongst the concept as a species living together , it is sure to raise hell fire over any heavenly living expectations , ain’t it ?

Undying devotions to Hexa ?

Never , not as long as we are talking about humanity , Fashio sighed .

Supremacies are one of our curses and the tuning of devotions in the late age of civilized minds indeed , elevated that through rinse cycles with bloody conclusions to where the earlier state of cultures making their sense of existence amongst themselves.

Fashio.Symm put the tronc.papers on the table ,

Machine , that we are not , but the circuitries are well designed indeed , to when the perfection are precise to the functions , how indeed can it be reverse and reflected back to our sense of what strength are ?

… the biology refined these results in designation to be longer lasting that itself …

Fragility is the very reason why the maintenances in that the circuits needed to stay on forth , credible in strength , and that would be our responsibilities , eh ?

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1.00 But to what point then , we as human had to realize these fragility can’t be the retuned at all times for the validity of the circuits to be at their best . Have you thought about that , Fashio ? 1.00

She stared at Notion’s plant behind him . What is that ? A dead orchid ?

62 What in the world you have behind you , Notion ? A dead plant ? 62

Notion.Seams smiled , and chose to ignore the question and proceeded to give her , a blue paper.tronc .

1.00 Read these reports , Fashio . They are mind boggling , a puzzle that you wish you didn’t know exist … To me , these are like skills or gifts that I rather not have … Too much information is not good for me … But since you are working with us for the time being , I would suggest these reflections before you continuing on … 1.00

Fashio instead , ignored the paper.tronc and kept staring at the dead plant behind him .

62 What is on with you , Notion ? A dead plant is a dead plant , and why are you having it displayed like a corpse in the church of the ancient times ? Is this like pride subconsciously retuning itself for an attention for the likes of my awareness . Unbelievable ! 62

She smirked and moved her attention back to Notion with raised eyebrows , questioning and ignored the paper.tronc paper in his hand .

62 And what good is the info in that thing in your hand if it’s going to curve my works about the Inner.Circle , Notion ? Less is more . I am merely a writer hired by you to introduce the inquiries and that is all . Reporting to what I have learnt by sitting through the inquiries , bar none , no other sidelines of unnecessary data to influence me . Have you thought about that , that I might be interested in the development as it is , without … as you put it seconds ago , information , too much of it … is a blurring curves .

I rather stay kinda oblivious to what is truly happening in the courts and let my speeches led to the depth in the inquiries instead . Some heads are going to roll , so what ? Addressing those ancients properly and let them feel my inner state through their mind reading , my hoola boola ?

I don’t think so , Notion . With those minds , I rather stay honest without that … ancient voids staring back at me with their eyes and blinking new refurbishing thoughts with other unnecessary useless paranoia through out the inquiries , no ? You should get rid off that plant , Notion . The dead shouldn’t be paraded that way , for goodness sake . 62

Notion sighed .

Honesty is the her game now ? Or is it clear conscience to stay rigid in it’s purity for her methods in journalism ?

1.00 The plant is dying , Fashio . Not dead yet . I am healing it with kruka.noing.noing , ancient.bones crunched up , burned for re~soil , okay ? Take this paper.tronc and read it since it is crucial to the development as it is about to take place . Open the cans , let the worms know of theirs possibilities right there and then … read it , please 1.00

Fashio sighed ,

62 Right now ? Here ? Do I freaking have to ? 62

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Fragile minds are something to behold , since it is cursive to everything that is innocent and naive .

Surviving a rainstorm through the thick and thin in life , is indeed almost like waiting for the sun to come up and dry you up .

Happiness that resulted from these hopes , are true and valid … but there are other factors in the storms contributing to that fragility to be in continuous dangers , then …

to what are the peaks in the notch will contribute to that sense of realism in the end ?

Will it be to the choice of Hexa , to decide the best of fate for the designers , The Inner Circle ?

Or will it be to the depth in the methods of deeper understanding for humanity to question their basis of loyalties to Hexa.Sync ?

The reports are illegal , instituted to hearsay , inadmissible to the order of any courts in the world , since mind readings are never to be without proofs .

But never , ever let any of us , ourselves destined to doom by the definitive of our own inventions when it is after all , when it is still in the end , are the very make of human knowledge when it is put together intuitively in completion to what a smart and peaceful civilization is .

Do not fail to see humanity in their evil ways to their state of underexposure to Light , since the blackened hearts have reasons to feel also ; Eruvydite’s intraxxes , outdated as old and dirty underwear still hung in the yards for sentimental values .

Fashio sighed and stared at the paper.tronc .

That’s right , too much information … but is it the right kind of information , no matter how inadmissible it is , to stand as truth in itself ?

Hearsay of the Uultras ?

UGH !

Fashio stood up and slowly watered the plants in the backyard .

Funny to how Notions seemed to be insistent on her involvement to these revelations .

Maybe he rather have the truest sense of journalism , reporting and representing these inquiries instead of having the people led by the Inner Circle false and hurtful innuendos in the inquiries ?

Nothing like skins wanting to be kept onto their outer flesh respectively , ain’t it ?

The Notion’s dying orchid stared back at her and she stopped for a few second with the pipe water in her hand ,

Crunched up to dust ancient bones ?

kruka.noing.noing ?

Resoil ? For goodness sake !

She watered the dying plant too , and whispered quietly to the plant ,

62 Too soon , dear one . It is too soon for you to go … 62

She stooped by the dying plant and touched the branches gently , yellowing on every part of the nodes , as her other hand dug deeper into the soil , she reached out for the roots .

The living would be left with the decisions , hmmm ?

62 Show me , dear one . What have ya for a need to be living healthily , hmmm ? 62

Gently , she caressed the roots and lifted the dying plants out of it’s vase , lay it down in the front of her feet .

She stood up , stared at it for a few more seconds and went inside the house for the scissor .

The dead end of the roots had to go , trimmed off the dying orchid , that is what it is .

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17 A different angle ? Can you please tuned the sound from a different planet , say a different reflective ? It is possible , yes ? 17

Kha.Long held his gaze at Rumb.Grumb a little while longer .

01 . Yes . But what for ? Don’t you trust that empty of nothingness out there , Rumb ? Checking for differences in elliptical sizes ? What you see from this source isn’t what you get ? Are you expecting to see those little green monkeys clinging on the …. 01

17 Shhh ! … 17

Kha.Long shook his head and typed into another keyboard near Rumb .

17 …. I am thinking ! 17

01 . … the other side of the dead star , Rumb ? Dormant , elusively none for non ……. hard ? 01

Rumb looked at Kha.Long , puzzled and annoyed ,

17 What ? Hard ? 17

Kha.Long sighed dramatically ,

01 Are you thinking hard ? Like the Hi.Tht.ID that you are ? Shall I keep my silence in focus so you can think ? None for something at least ? From the tone of your shhhh seems like that you are thinking … little green monkeys ? Hmmm ? 01

Rumb frowned and decided to let that go over his head ,

17 For every light that is disperse through this practically dormant dead star from the reflective light of our Sun , is a reflective fate to our state of living neurons on Earth . 17

Kha.Long nodded slowly .

01 Right . Right . Ideals , mind you ! , detested by intraxxers . I remember that . And yet one of the important pillar to Eruvydite . I have to book into the telescope somewhere in …. Zone Six , available in 2 weeks from now . Seriously , Rumb ? Are the measurements that important ? 01

Rumb nodded , swallowing his saliva .

17 You have no idea , Kha . For the lights that we received interstellarly from the many sources of stars in the galaxies , our neurons and programming to the state of our DNA , are that emulative to that state of reflections . Lights just lights , in our dark here , to our mundane beginnings , it is the programming to how each of the species on Earth began . Zone Six ? Where exactly ? 17

01 Huh ! You’re saying neurons wise ? That we are merely state of the reflective lights from the many stars in the galaxies ? Actions , thoughts and neuronically ? That’s crazy ! 01

Rumb smacked Kha.Long forehead , gently .

17 Where exactly this telescope is ? Hello ? I need you to give me that information , pronto . 17

Kha.Long with his mouth still opened , amazed at the revelation presented by Rumb ,

01 No ? . Random ? . Events ? 01

Kha.Long blinked in his open mouth stillness .

Rumb started to smile and smacked Kha.Long’s forehead one more time .

01 You can’t be going about in this world believing that old man . Can’t you ? You mean you and your people are calculating these events before things happened through the many state of reflective light …? from that dead … fucking star ? Oh … ! 01

Rumb laughed and smacked Kha’s forehead hard this time .

17 Dead inactive stars and Prisms , angles of brightness from the many reflecons and deflections , we are nothing but lights , spectrums translated , reprogrammed by simple active prisms . Where is it located , my dear friend , this other telescope exactly ? 17

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Headers

Depth .

How much further do you really want to go ?

For everything that is with Depth , will depended upon your breathing patterns , limited to the length of your life time , staying ‘Here’ is quite simple really …

Living ‘Here’ , is even simpler , since there is a tone , tuned by you to how you really want to arrive at your destination …

And yes , it is the matter of “Transportation” , of to what you will use to get to the Points of your deciding Destiny in the make .

This is where the Depth rears it’s head .

To one who are anew , … may you always be protected by ones who always in tune to the Techs , aware of it’s circuitries and the methods …

For one who has been protecting , as you grew older , may you be in the depth of equivalent understanding , to where Humanity is the first state in the Concept ,and in the achievement to innovate always ; for once and for all , righteous to that simple human standing next to you .

Time , to where the Depth is , has no value since when it is compared to the lifetimes bestowed upon each one of us , it regards Fate , unkindly to some as it turned out .

Depth , to where the time is , is simply a measure to your own methods in the end , either you get it , or you don’t , all based upon your deciding destiny to where again , precisely measured by time . Thus , here where Fate having to refers itself unkindly to Acceptance .

And Fate , to where the understanding is ; Time is always needed to turn into an adjustment to where that thinking mind with the feelings to hang on to …

Fair ?

It will always take on different House Rules to seek into these plots , structures , turning them back into a solid foundations . In other words , With Headers , sometimes the paradoxes are well tuned to the circuits and no wasted time spent to these three States .

But then , what good are we to the little ones in the end ?

The New had to be formed always …

The Old had to leave , at least necessarily in the term to what is fair to them ,

And the Headers … ? Always seeking … fluidly ; mind you .

To the ones who are really in tune , aware of the water in their bodies , well and good , since indeed , the liquid simply are in the ideas to innovate accordingly , to the forms that are ever changing in it’s definitive tech .

To ones who are the bricks built in along with into a Forming Concept , hopefully you’ll be at ease with your methods in the adjustments into your own breathing life and Time .

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Patterns .

hf . Nimia.Ruse

701 . The Old Man .

19 . Damsel.Fina

106 . Chelit.Nganga

6&7 . Mrs Til.Drop

17 . Hi-Tht.ID Rumb.Grumb

01 . Kha.Long.Smoo

6g Torax.TruFair

-0000. Wholly.Holy

101 . Keen.Kapital

60 . Flowie.Poisy

62 . Fashio.Symm

0.1 . Stark.St

@ . Munch.ka GobbaGobGob

8.8 . Regarda.Stupen

// . Fingra.Nuovo

C.7 . Cliffs.Bells

# . Hoon.ghaHeav

53 . Morten.Childs

137 . Edwards.Chris

E4 . Tobias.Ton.Keys

:: . Circ

1.00 . Notion.Seams

A> <A . Initiata.Supra

* . Diana.ShineShine

. the Gathering Software .

 

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Vast

1

She chewed the chocolate fast without tasting it .

Swallowed and quickly she double checked her front door’s lock and sat in front of her little house .

The quiet evening indeed , ‘it’ felt disturbed by her presence , to her sitting here with bright color clothing , seemed like it meant for her better achievable fate , as of ‘today’ .

… as of today , one of the biggest star is about to take a look at my work , Mrs Til.Drop grinned quietly , barely could contained her excitement , clasped her hands together instead , and looked about her in the quiet evening .

Strange , I haven’t seen that old mysterious man for some time now , she thought quietly .

She stared at her hands .

Cheap chocolate and dirty hands , great ! , she almost laughed out loud .

What happened to that man ? Left the area for good ?

She took out her handkerchief and look at the three trees nearby .

Stared at them blankly , wiped her hands on the handkerchief and made a mental note to which ones of her works she would show to Fingra … ,

…. the pink sweater ! , the three thin seamed layers of the finest wools from the the darkest shade of pink to the lightest one on top .

The looming three trees .

How are ya , buddies ? , she smiled in her mind .

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The evening breeze quietly , gently blowing the leaves on the ground .

I miss him , Mrs Til.Drop quietly admitted to herself .

They have never spoken to each other throughout the years he stayed here . For some reasons , he managed to avert his eyes with a smile , every time they accidentally ran into each other .

Pleasant ?

Yes , he was , in the polite method in averting of his eyes , with smiles and the nodding to mean that everything is alright , well , … that fine world he was living in should be , alright also in mine , that is for sure is … pleasant alright .

She used to think a lot about the silent old man .

Perhaps this or , that and for that and this in matter , so is so and the whys he is that way , and this is the conclusion … for the day ; until the next time she ran into him again .

And in every new conclusions about him , she managed to link up the probabilities that in the end , this old man would always in the bright positive light .

See what a little smile can do , Mrs Til.Drop laughed .

She put the handkerchief back into her pocket .

So what is up with you guys ? , she stood , looked up to the three trees .

Been good ? Enough rain for ya guys these days ?

The breeze slowly picked up it’s speed , and the leaves on the ground started to move in concentric pattern .

Rustling ,

… the leaves , sounded wonderful to her ears .

She walked slowly to the nearest tree .

She put her right palm on the bark of the tree and breathe in ,

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Ya old tree , you missed him too , eh ?

She stroked the tree a little , and looked up , squinted her eyes against the bright sunshine ;

I miss him , strange , ain’t it ? Stared at nothing , the sky and you trees , mostly , with his cup of whatever it was in front of his little house , yes …?

Mrs Til.Drop started to smile and burst out laughing , here I am talking to a tree about people I barely knew , what else next , eh , old tree ? Talking about the dead past , romanticizing to what could have been , should have been , eh ? Lonely old woman like me , dear old tree … we usually die , old and alone .

She breathed in and took out her handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her forehead . She stroked the bark of the tree one more time , shook her head with a smile on her face , and turned around ;

// Lucky tree , as they say it , to be loved by you , Mrs Til.Drop . If the tree is me , I would simply with all my branches and leaves , bend about you and give you a hug . A big welcoming full of love kinda hug //

Fingra.Nuovo stepped forward , held her hand and proceeded to give her a hug when she started to laugh again .

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6&7 I must look like a fool to you . Caressing a tree in broad daylight , and old woman like me laughing , looking up to the sky … 6&7

// Massive robust healthy living thing like this tree , caressed by you , in broad day light here , smiling away on the verge of laughing out loud ? No , Mrs Til.Drop . It is me who have to apologize for intruding into your private affairs … with the tree …the robust healthy …. living … thing … alive with .. all magnificence of largeness etc etc … right ? //

Mrs Til.Drop covered her mouth in disbelief , staring at Fingra with her wide opened eyes , and started to laugh

6&7 They told me about your kind , Miss Nuovo . That was the last thing in my mind , I kid you not … 6&7

… they held hand and walked together to the front of her house …

6&7 …. however , that second healthy and large oak tree over there , see it ? Now he is something , let me tell ya …. 6&7

Fingra put her arm around her Mrs Til.Drop shoulders ,

// Are you ready , Mrs Til.Drop ? Shall we make move now ? //

She nodded and put her handkerchief back into her pocket ,

6&7 Yes I am ready , Miss Nuovo . 6&7

The driver smiled at Mrs Til.Drop and lifted her bags to the black vehicle .

Fingra wiped her eyes when Mrs Til.Drop was not looking …

Old age and loneliness , they make sense to mortality like a child to his long lost toy . Playing with life , when all all is almost done … you get misty eyes if you are complete to your understanding of your existence as it is .

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Mrs Til.Drop got into the vehicle , while Fingra stood at her own side of the vehicle’s door and took one last look at the three trees .

Strange , life is … it will lead you back with a signboard if you care enough to see it , and sometimes it will lead you back to reconfirm … to what exactly ?

Fingra moved her attention to the little house nearby to where Rumb.Grumb used to stay .

Nifty , the wheel of life is .

At least mine seems to revolve about into areas , regions in schema . And also pieces of arts …

She remembered Cliff.Bells .

To who he was to her , still remains a mystery .

Love of the older minds to the youth peaking minds ….

There is a longing that you can’t defeat simply by rules and regulations , for Concepts in Life .

Yes , he had loved her in no way others would or could .

To where my life , peaking as was my mind then , Fingra lamented … could only be made understood through material possessions , give and take , such as that painting …

And thus , the giver would sometimes be forgotten easily since the values refers unfairly to that simple wants and needs of … , in the moments , being young with all the other probabilities ahead .

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Fingra smiled as her eyes drifted to the Rumb’s house .

Nifty , the wheel of life is …

You turn without a need for any permission from anyone whatsoever , and here I am in your grasp , making and tuning into your phases , layers and in your cruel institution of Time …

She wiped her tears , got into the vehicle and closed the door .

From her window , she took one last look to Rumb’s little house and nodded to her driver to move on ahead .

Rest In Peace , Rumb . ,

… and looked at her new friend , Mrs Til.Drop , smiling at her , with puzzled expression on her face …

// Nifty , life is , Mrs Til.Drop . Thank you for coming and spending time with me . I truly appreciate this . //

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Memories are made to remind and define .

For some , it became an obsession , to feel thus , one had to have proofs , that one truly exist …

Either leave a mark somewhere for the others to see , and also for Self to always remember what one had left behind through the method in symbolizing ; to , a Form , deep in the psyche to where most would have seen it …

In the loneliest place for instance , by the abandoned beach house on the side of the rock , written large on the side to where it was facing the ocean , I WUZ HERE , proudly with a cursive handwriting … in silver anoxxia.paint .

It was meant to last for few centuries … , this in reminding ; this symbolic Form of need had indeed lasted for a hundred and fifty years now .

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The boy stood there , with a glint on his eyes .

With his silvery hands , messed up by the anoxxia.paint , he stared at his handwriting , no … not liking it , but he knew with this paint , he will somehow get to live a few hundred more years .

Let him get pissed off , he thought of his father .

All these talk about death , started to piss me off , he remembered the solemn way he was looking at him .

Solemnly ?

A child who had learned to need in life is an adult who will teach to give ,

… Solemnities Simplified ~

I WUZ HERE , facing the ocean .

The waves were lazy . The evening was quiet with memories of his mother .

Years ago when he was a child of ten , he remembered to what his friend’s mother were saying in the living room ,

~ death of wife , husband or life partners , followed by their loved one who can’t forgive this life’s statement in Truth to how we are , can be very disheartening … ~

They were talking animatedly about somebody who had passed away recently .

Death of my mother , is constantly on my father’s mind , Magnus watched his feet over ; walking over the ocean waves , lazy against the memories of her .

She was a happy woman , alright .

Magnus.Simpar felt the cold of the water , every time the waves turned and breaking onto his feet .

Fresh in mind , that’s what it is , ain’t it ?

Regurgitating the bad over the good , so let’s pick out which one would survive best in the process living on this decaying Earth .

Happy right down to her last breath , with a smile over her death bed .

Peaceful nights and hand holding and not to mention flesh eating worms waiting in the underground , Magnus can’t help but to feel antsy .

… and now the constant sadness on his father’s face ,

…. to where his smiles intertwined with the saddest looking eyes , holding on to what was not there anymore . The searching to whatever around him that seemed familiar , protecting that symmetry to the stance of his weakened shoulders ; curving about his moves around anything that remind him of past life .

~ when you have learnt to give courteously , only then you will realize to how and who you are is unimportant , irrelevant to your own wealth and so is your death to the others . But the points are always pointing to then , indeed , to where ; there is no such riches existed in this world , since Man ; mostly is hard on Himself to the method of achieving that thought patterns as collective thinking to begin with ;

thus … ~

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We , talked of things that refer to immediate non~sense making sense in it’s own typical existence to comfort and guard that needs away from Nothingness , from making a better sense instead .

~ The receiver is always enriched regardless , in mind and method to think ; never about the good and bad of these two phases in Concepts , Magnus , but rather … ~

We talked of things that refer to bla bla bla bla .

Magnus started to laugh a little .

The wind was picking up ,

… the tide is coming in , must be ? ….

…. bla bla bla , foaming in the mouth , spit you not , ‘it’ , over to me with your universal knowledge , fitted for small minds , massive in unity , but one big undergarment , sharing anyway , bla bla bla bla …

~ are you listening , my son ? The Tune of The Ultimate Being is calculating mysteriously , but be rest assured for the state of mind in the Careful Consideration at Best ; we are better off with it ; than some big calculator determining how much you have left for that ‘inspiring goodness’ that we can share with everybody else that don’t give a Chance and Care , … a flying kite . ~

Magnus stared at his determined father , unblinking .

Loneliness has got the better of him , for sure .

I am the male son , so that I am his sturdy boxes to kept his valuables in .

Look thoughtless , risk being called stupid , and be stupid , you will bear no responsibility . But responsibility needs a soul smart enough to know when one is in such , |to be letting it go| , and if that is your wants , to be near with someone in the act of letting go , acting stupid and at the same time noted for being kind can never be a bad thing , yes ?

Nothing to lose ?

The worse kind of this attention would be ; wanting something gained with nothing to lose and ever having to pay for it for the rest of your life . The start of the better Evil , ain’t it ? Isn’t that what and where all the good getting it’s longevity and prosperity with , alongside becoming pure in it’s instinct ?

~ you are not listening , right ? I hate to be correct with you , my boy , but when the kite is flying high with the thread is in your hand you will start to see that big calculator , Hexa.Sycing Your Noddles Bloink ! , don’t have any mysterious ingredients in it , and with that understanding , what have you got ?

Pick a number and come up with a conclusion ?

Worse off yet , let that soulless machine pick a number for you ? Pah ! Turning skewed will be the Death , screwing in , screaming wanting to be back on the front line of the living , we will forever be tasteless and be the very zombies feeding to our own kind for that … ~

Has he lose it ? Or has he found his true calling , defining truth from his ultimate sadness in need for explanation , humbled by that mysterious facts , joyful in his discovery , that there are Answers that are better mysterious than precise than that soulless calculator , refining everyone’s noodles ?

His noodles ?

Bloinked ?

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The tide is coming … , Magnus smiled .

Long stringing noodles over the ocean waves , if it’s the lazy slow tempo moving waves you could see , yes indeed , the strings of noodles stretch themselves along the element of Time , and true , I would have to be the waves , aware of these noodles ; as when the sadness had indeed freaking out into a different sort of energy , uhmmm …

The spirit soars , and so is my wind of Time , proprietarily human , making exit through my rectum …

Pressures of the Mind they said , always state itself at least in five important Senses .

Hmmm , does stupid smells like farts ?

Magnus kicked the waves , hard .

Revolving endlessly , even the dead meat eating worms will be eaten themselves , the decayed will be food and food will be eaten by their own existence .

In other words , the extended prolonged survived atoms will in the end , covets the very neighbor for it’s sustenance , and death at the very least at it’s own very core , is polite and justified .

Yes , he kicked the upcoming waves harder this time …

Yes , exist they do ; rude are the living minds right to the very end of their time , you better believe that .

He quickly ran to the shore , as he remembered the last time he was here , he slept on the rock , fell asleep with the tide had rushed in …

Against the bright sunny evening , he stared at his work on the rock , touched it for the last time , knowing very well , it will be probably be a long time from now he will be here again , or maybe never as ever .

He picked up a rock and threw it into the vast ocean .

And yes , he screamed ,

Fuck you too .

… and left the big rock with his writing cursive beautifully facing the ocean ,

I WUZ HERE ! …

and rode home on his purple bicycle slowly , taking the long way home .

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