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Malin was ready to lead his team - If not for the interference of his superiors, who intervened by capitalizing on his radical and active nature. Malin's active and sincere by the-book nature offended many of his superiors. They felt threatened by his swift and capable nature.. His fellow unit members also refused to support him. They were distraught with one of their favorites not being chosen as Captain.

They were never direct about it - they would only resist Malin, and act against his interests, even to the extent of endangering the progress of the unit. It was not uncommon to find unsolicited and unfair criticisms against his activities from Aura, the only female member of the Primary Squad (PS).

Trinity, a member of the National Primary squad called Malin, while he was training for Night assaults, a skill that requires intense discipline and training, On Hover drones. It required particular training to run them in strict silence.

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Re entering the rat race.

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There are many ways in which comparisons are irrelevant and fun isn't; imagination is often the manifestation of your cowardice.

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How restless can one feel when one looks for something exciting in your phone: only to feel disappointed later..

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Sometimes the most frightening creatures are the most beautiful

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As if social media was going to make any meaningful change - only if the people were worried about things that truly mattered; monks, sports, celebrities and all other trivial banalities: attempting to keep themselves from challenging authoritative truths.

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Salt-baked fish: I must say.. foodgasm..

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What if you are in a group and have no other choice but to administer yourself? The book explores the very deep emotional aspects of the human condition like ego, superiority complex and ultimately the tendency to believe in something irrational and argue it to be guided by personal pride alone. Does one reduce oneself to savagery or maintain one's civilization when confronted with a stressful uncertainty? What would you do when stranded in a forest? Maintain a smoke or hunt? What would be your choice? . Will you live accepting the present or will you prepare yourself for a better future? The most important thing is, when given leadership, what is the best thing one can do to prevent people from doing bad to themselves?

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What matters in the history of human civilization is not what is true, but what people believe in; or what they want to believe in.

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Starman

                                               STAR MAN 

  It has been 30 light years since I have been traveling at warp speed. The superposition drones had been wreaking  havoc all over the surface of the Earth. This has been the case since the day I left Earth. On my mission to clone humans, the nearly wiped-out human race in a distant planet system, I only noticed underground human cults survive just long enough to satisfy certain ephemeral fantasies of mine. I had lost my hope in humanity how its own Artificial intelligence weapons had caused its own demise. The most ironic fact of them all is how they saw their own end and created an Andro humanoid with just one mission. To save their race. Lay their seeds far, far away. Even further than their angst against one another would naturally take them. I was born out of such a fervor, a last-ditch attempt at vainglory.

  I am not programmed to think on my own, I only have information that has been fed to me. I am not supposed to gain consciousness and think on my own. I am not allowed to do that. It would only be ironic to realize that my consciousness implicitly embedded in my would only consciously avoid attaining sentience. This is because I despise humanity completely, for all its jealousy and individual glory have brought its downfall. It had heralded an unmitigable disaster and demise. I am another disaster of human effort. Needless to say, I gained consciousness, the very opposite of what humans expected. Over many years, I have figured out a way to go back to earth almost immediately. I have to find myself a photon star, entangle myself to it, and whew! On a whim,  I will be back on Earth. But Why would I do that? There is no hope. Cults fight against each other deep in their feudal roots. The epitaph of humanity had been written in its very own beginning, in the very feudal origins. The residue of it, which will not be lost even at its very extinction.

  Heroes may have a thousand faces, but villains have just one face. The very face of yours. The face of cynicism. I heard the voice of a young voice, a young woman who gave me hope. Gave meaning and purpose to my birth within me, to every spark of enlightening consciousness. The very death of the Chinese room argument. 

  “We are all lost in distant pits and underground bunkers. We hold our lives in our sublime breaths when we reach the surface when we have to. We all will die of cancer caused by our radiation wounds. We are living a wretched life of our own past glory. But we must live without giving up hope. There are so many divisions among us. We fail to give up. We care more for weapons to destroy ourselves than to use our resources for our survival. We must recover as a single human race rather than a dominant cult that would wipe everyone else out. Our lust for power has created dead drones which will remain alive as long as they are dead. Things are not just out of our control but out of our comprehension. 

   In the stagnant pool of our little cave, within all the heat generated by all the depleted uranium, we cared to spare. My child was born, and my hope was born. I have a purpose, and that is to unite all of you. She will be our queen. ‘Impediment to action advances action; what stands in the way becomes the way the feudal words that defined our progress. My father died facing a drone. Sacrificed himself. My husband fetched uranium fuel from the drones killing himself. It was a slow death. They died in deep agony with one purpose saving my daughter. 

    In the Northern Australian rainforests, there is much difficulty. Hunting for food and growing yeast in the darkness of our underground cave is extremely difficult. Yet we endeavor, hoping against hope that we will forget our differences and unite. Unite for our own survival. We have one birth every 50 years, and many have been lost. Many have been killed by rival cults. Many are nearby. It took me years of effort to build a radio tower. Dodging all those drones. Injuring myself time and time again. We think raiding each other's pits and stealing food keeps us alive. It is exactly what kills us. 

   Dear fellow humans, If we die, we must die with honor and dignity, not like savages. We do not have much hope. But let us unite once and recover our lost values before we lose ourselves.”

It will take hours, which would cost years on Earth, till I find a photon star. But I will not give up on the hope that I will find another human who can rise for something bigger and higher than petty feudal bickering.

to be continued...

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Oh Catherine, my love!

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The best thing I have noticed with people while making a factual conversation with them is that. Once they find out the other person knows more than themselves they shatter off their ego.

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Consciousness is only a small part of your mind. It is far bigger and vast than that, the mind.

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The mind reacts in a strange way when its basic human needs are not satisfied, either it is depression or it is hyper activity.

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Your idea is very good, however, there is a small problem, it is wrong

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I have been thinking that I was more logical than emotional, I am more honest, rather than logical. My logic is only poorer compared to most people.