Okay, let me try to make sense. This is not an exercise. This is Reality in
Gravity Shift Observance. This will be done only once, and never again. If this
process succeeds, next time, this will be implemented on TRAILER 1.0. TRAILER
is an abbreviation, and can be expanded as Travel Incident Live Emulation
Rover. It is an emulator of space helicopters, ROTOMATERS. The development of
the TRAILER started 27 years ago. It is inconsequential of the fact that
ROTOMATERS’ gravity stabilising mechanism faced 30% chances of failure when it
got exposed to a variable gravity surface. Alright, I feel till now it has made
sense. This digital logging software will be converting what I have said, and
what I am saying into a readable document.
The readable copy won’t come with a voice signature, because
the signature of this document is a voice type. If you are reading this, then
most probably you are doing it on a news feed device. If you are hearing this,
then perhaps you are listening to the original file with my voice print
signature. The voice ID signature is ##__! __##@! For all those who are reading
this, if you can convert this code into an alphanumeric value, then you have to
be very sure it is aa00900aaX2. If you can’t, then it is a text based copy, not
a binary one, and uploading it on the TruTWOG servers won’t grant you access to
the inbound information. For all those listening, you have heard that I spoke
letters ##__! __##@!. Oh, the reader-converter mechanism converted the voice
signature to a binary PIN. But you know the letters that were spoken, don’t you?
There was a green, rich garden. Somewhere in Ireland, in
2024, ordinary spaceships didn’t land there. Or so was its incapability. So the
Irish caught hold of a tribesman. He stole those Irish scientists’ magnifying
glass, and ran into the forest. The Irish scientists saw a glaring streak of
light in the space and all tribal people came out of the forest running. When
scientists investigated, they found out a spaceship had crash landed.
The information on the TruTWOG servers is critical to SysControl.
And, most importantly, the project we are handling. It is, perhaps, a high cost
project. But most importantly, what, we should understand, is, the true
development of our organization lies in the fact that information should not be
made public at any cost, or that will probably bring down the government.
In 1976, in Bombay, a gun smuggler sold a German make gun
for 2 Rs. The buyer's name was Vikram Patel. He took that gun, opened all its,
parts and threw it into the sea. One of the parts was picked up by a fisherman
in Goa, accidentally. He dried it, and sold it in the black market. The black
marketer paid him a lot of money. That metallic part was kept safe in Goa for
the rest of his lifetime, by the black marketer.
The Irish garden had a lot of red roses housed in there.
There were a lot of pathways built using lush green artificial grass. In
between those pathways, there was one cold section. It was so cold; it could be
used to freeze water. But it wasn’t, it was used for something else.
Today, where I am standing, it is a trash land. I can see
piles and piles of garbage. Out of those garbage lands, at times, I see Tigers
stepping out. Sometimes I see Toucans shouting and flying. They’re all fake,
robots. One bird had blue colored beak with a black dot on it. I have been
seeing it for 22 years in this variable gravity zone. It flies in one direction
in the morning, it returns following the same direction in the evening. The
bird didn’t change, it didn’t weaken.
TruTWOG servers house unlimited space. Access to those
servers will help you in knowing the truth, but by the time you find its
message, you may find that this audio file or binary document is useless.
Someone would change the settings and disable logging in through this message.
That black marketer gave that artifact to his great
grandson. One day while observing that artifact, he noticed a bar code. He took
that artifact and scanned the barcode. His reader failed, the barcode was
embedded with an outdated technology. The grandson could not extract any
information out of it. Right below that bar code, it was written in English, hopeless,
1941.
The Irish tribesman took that magnifying glass into the
jungle. The cold metallic section in the garden, got warmed up, the large,
presumably, an alien spaceship landed into the jungle, all tribesmen came
running out of the Jungle. The scientists smacked their foreheads, went into
the jungle, opened the pits, and saved a pilot. Associates died, media
publicized it as Space organization’s failed test attempt at building a space
ship. Scientists wanted to cover it up as alien spaceship landing.
SysControl wants TruTWOG to be a mystery, though some of the
pirates might have leaked the data already. All the space missions are a myth,
all data on cloud goes to TruTWOG, they observe the trends, and support
political organizations to use means, on how to fool and control the public. We
are moving towards totalitarianism.
I stand here, in between the TRAILER’s Gravity Shift Emulation
paradigm. I volunteered, had ROTOMATER not failed, had people have not known in
plain sight what we were up to, probably a tribal indifferent man, whose life
wouldn’t make a lot of difference to the intelligent class, would have been put
inside the real ROTOMATER, and sent in space.
The Great Grandson searched barcode decryption algorithm
over the internet. He found many, and tested one by one. One of them worked, he
translated it into an alphanumeric value ‘aa00900aaX2’.
I have been seeing it for 22 years. I was in between the TRAILER. I was a test case. It was nothing more, but a distraction. Everything was a distraction. People, continued to be foolish, and people continued to be manipulated. It was Space development, certainly. But, all controversy around it was a distraction to cover up the financial gains politicians could politically use it. All someone at the top was bothered about was money. And that’s it. I opened the database. ROTOMATER was fine. TRAILER was fine. Everything was development,, yes, but behind it was a scam, large, farcical, and humongous. And all we were worried about was, a singer sings foul songs, a movie could disrupt harmony. Government let those issues glamorise as it continued to function corruptly. And everyone at the top of the circle cashed on it. Situation didn’t change. It kept worsening, to the day this land became a dystopian nightmare. Quite ironically, nation developed on the infrastructural front. Ecosystem around me is an artificial one. I see fake tigers and fake toucans. Right behind the glass walls I see a trash land. Its silicon boards piled up. I see Recycler’s and huge machinery, but culturally, we stand there. We still fight on pity issues as our government fools us. They steal from us, and slowly, unknowingly we become slaves, or we are one. All I could do was broadcast a scam, I leaked it. Yet, this scam was just one problem, my nation still eats spice, and discusses non-sense. Nothing’s going to change, only worsen. Worsen, till it implodes, and we will continue to be one pretentious, developed country.
