Future Perfect

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.