Terms you should now know:-
IITan – an alien being with intelligence and wisdom far beyond that of ordinary humans, similar to human in size but characteristically more advanced and thirsty for knowledge (except on weekdays).
Founder – the orchestrators of the move to collect all the “IITans” into selective institutions where they may not be threats to other “normal” humans.
SHRA – ex. stupid human race associated the relics of a bygone era still stuck inside their own minds, many of these include people currently under the class hopelessly insane.
NSSHRA – you’d think by now you’d have understood what the hell I have been typing about for the last page or so.
Today most of the stupid public have no clue that the people that they look up to and fawn over as their greatest achievers are not achieving for them… the fact that people would expect to read a recap of the previous post proves this. Not that that’s a bad thing, but still…
These days the NSSHRA has finally gained the upper hand in the battle for survival… which clearly tells us that being stupid is a genetically unwanted trait, this does not mean that you assault and insult your children/friends/friends children if they are getting B+’s instead of straight A’s.
Every civilization has had such moments, but it is not the moments of greatness alone that decide the worth of the civilization, but also the moments of crass insanity and idiocy.
As the great Green Goblin put it to Spiderman- “those millions of people, those teeming masses, exist for the sole purpose of lifting the few exceptionals on their shoulders.” If everyone in the world was a great leader, then who in the bright blue colors of the underworld would be left to follow them ???!!
:D
So we return back to the founders; these people foresaw that one day the people in the world would believe that they are fit to lead, they foresaw the disaster that this boded and they made preparations.
They tried to make sure that anyone who had the potential to lead a part of the human race should be with others of the same caliber. Thus they came up with the idea of “College”. Their plans and the current state of the world are sadly not the same, apparently one of them made some error in his/her calculations. The speculation is that he was a she. And the error was a purposeful move to prevent the accumulation of all intelligentsia of the world in one place where it may be completely vulnerable to being cut out of existence in one fell swoop. Thus the magic of genius was spread out over the world instead of being concentrated in one place. But a small error could not cut out months of work of honing and perfecting the very genes that cause “genius” by the founders. All this took place a very long time ago.
Now the founders are dead and gone, at least I think they’re dead, unless they’re immortal, but their products live on, mingled with the vestiges of the human race the gene still surfaces occaisionally in its full strength, giving rise to complete “brains” who detest human contact and prefer to be isolated from society. But most of the time it comes forward in its diluted form, in normal seeming individuals with extraordinary abilities, and it’s not all jumping from cliffs or producing mathematical solutions to biological problems either, no. Its more about the simpler things in life, the why and the where do not matter, what matters is the what and the how.
Still slaves of their own unconscious thirst for knowledge, these beings cross all barriers, even though some of them don’t make it, to arrive at the ordained locations. At these locations their souls are freed, their minds are loosed, and their abilities become full fledged. They emerge after years of toil and grueling duels, ready, at last, to take on the world, and WIN.
After all…
“WINNING IS JUST THE NEXT LEVEL OF CONTROL” just as “DEATH IS ONLY THE BEGINNING”
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
**** (((( ---- CONTROL ---- )))) ****

-IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING-
-NOBODY'S PERFECT-
I have no idea why people believe that there is sense in assigning terms about which we know very scantily to other terms about which we know even less about.
It seems to be a coping mechanism of sorts that lets them believe that they have control over their surroundings....
hmm /* CONTROL *\
"Remember that kid who could bend the spoon in the matrix ? I found out later that he staged the whole thing. Kinda ticked me off."
"The Matrix is like a bowl of cereal. I'm like the milk."
"I don't like the feeling that I'm not in control of my life. I could be getting raped, right now, and wouldn't even know it."
An interesting term, usually understood to mean the ability to affect their own will onto others.
Obviously confused with /* DOMINATION *\ actually it means the affectaion of circumstances so that the affector of the same seems to remain in power. Actually, it is very strange why dominating others is such a priority for the members of the SHRA - Stupid Human Race Associated, Whereas for the remaining human populace, automatically members of the NSSHRA - Not So Stupid Humans who are Racially Associated, it seems not to be that important.
Hmm... guess people just need to do what they do...
*** DISCLAIMER ***
All content in the below article is clearly out of the demented mind of the author, who has published the same in order to stop his head from exploding. If you are
insulted, hurt or embarassed, this was exactly the reaction he was hoping for.
If you are not, please add a comment that will ensure that you are, in the future.
*** END ***
Meanwhile, for the alien creature living in our midst,other than the SHRA and the NSSHRA,(mind you alien doesn't mean extraterrestrials just unknown and strange), domination and control are just facets of study for the human psyche. Mere tools with which they may study methods to "CONTROL" and "DOMINATE" vast numbers of members of either of the above groups.
All such creatures, currently members of a high ranking organisation/clan currently called "IIT" in accordance to their "GRAND MASTER PLAN", are seen as Deliverers of the subgroups and are highly valued. Thus their survival and training was very important.
It seems highly probable that the heads of such organisations are unaware of the intricate workings of the same. The members began the said organisation to find and protect others like them, so as to protect the world from the armageddon which may result from the extermination of the specialistic community.
Such Exterminations have occurred before, in the bygone years, to people who have since been regarded ICONS and Pillars of humanity and religion. As and example I quote the torture of various individuals in 700 BC, the torture of various individuals in the first century, the witch burning in the medieval ages and other examples are now known to be simply the discovery of members of the Clan and the efforts of SHRA to eliminate them while the NSSHRA looks on.
All these events were succeded by disasters which almost destroyed the world. Thus the first brave individuals now called only as the "FOUNDERS" initiated the movement for the protection and identification of aliens. For this movement they chose a backward country and using various procedures involving genetics genomics and "stuff-you-wouldnt-understand-so-i-don't-mention-their-names". Ensured that the future generations of the race would be born most probably in that country only, as the country contained a large number of tolerant people and potential for various activities.
Thus the "IIT's" were begun;
- to be continued even further
Thursday, June 25, 2009
POST NO. 1
You know there are days, interestingly weird days, days on which stuff just seems to go to extremes... Well this is about one of those days. I really have no ideas on how to present stories or anything of the sort so lets just get on with it. " GET ON WITH IT " now isnt that an interesting statement... if you pause in your musing to muse over it, the name itself will get you going. Get on with it... as im sure most of you are now telling me, so for once... i will.
There it was one of those days, they begin as a perfect day, brilliant morning, wonderful feelings of being relaxed and even you mom standing over you with love in every fiber of her being waiting for you to wake up so she can make your favorite breakfast... thats when it starts to go wrong, and it starts with a thought, a thought that this is so good it must be a dream, so following through, like a true scientist should (or an insurance investigator would, does it really matter...) you question the underlying assumption, the fact that this is a dream. Asking your mom would be a good idea, so you walk up to her in the kitchen, where she gently repriminds you for being so careless and to go and wash up for breakfast. Here your brilliant and deductive scientific mind gives you a wrong turn. Assuming its still a dream you ignore the calm voice in the back of your head telling you to say "OK" and you blurt out "I hear and obey, Master". Fatal.
Mom looks around from the oven, stares at you, and again you disregard the voice muttering "Fly you fool", thinking of how everything in the dream is so realistic that even the voice in your head sounds familiar and still quotes lines from famous books that you have read, stare back into those deep black pools that are your mother's eyes. and just like that the perfect morning is over... "ok dear, you can get a wash first, and then help me with some chores and then after lunch clean out your room..." *the horror!!!!*
that voice in your head says it all,
After a hard day's cleaning, you get down to the job, of a hard days cleaning, *clean body + dirty garage = dirty body + ~clean garage* there goes that voice again... Evening now, and now wholly chastised for believing that this was a dream lie in your bed, exhausted, hoping that this was it, this was enough when mom walks in again... with cup of hot chocolate and a bag of chips. *Thank the lord!!!*
Just as you marvel at this new twist of fortune, *Here we go again* you wonder if there is some catch, that this is one of those days where, no matter what you do eventually you will have a bad day moments of good, though present will not be sufficient to prevent the nett effect of the day.
*here comes the pain*
"What are you talking about, nothing bad has happened.. yet"
*it has begun*
"Come on you are the voice in my head atleast don't riddle to me. Lay it down for me, straight."
*trust in the force, you must. For deliver you, the force shall*...
"OK thats it ... i'm ignoring you now... "
*Enter the Dragon*
My sister just walked in, and what do you mean enter the dragon, thats not a book...
"hey bro..."
"yeah"
"you promised you would help me with my project..."
"did I !!!"
"yes, you told me you will do it tonight."
"groan, i think im gonna be sick..."
*death is only the beginning*
...
There it was one of those days, they begin as a perfect day, brilliant morning, wonderful feelings of being relaxed and even you mom standing over you with love in every fiber of her being waiting for you to wake up so she can make your favorite breakfast... thats when it starts to go wrong, and it starts with a thought, a thought that this is so good it must be a dream, so following through, like a true scientist should (or an insurance investigator would, does it really matter...) you question the underlying assumption, the fact that this is a dream. Asking your mom would be a good idea, so you walk up to her in the kitchen, where she gently repriminds you for being so careless and to go and wash up for breakfast. Here your brilliant and deductive scientific mind gives you a wrong turn. Assuming its still a dream you ignore the calm voice in the back of your head telling you to say "OK" and you blurt out "I hear and obey, Master". Fatal.
Mom looks around from the oven, stares at you, and again you disregard the voice muttering "Fly you fool", thinking of how everything in the dream is so realistic that even the voice in your head sounds familiar and still quotes lines from famous books that you have read, stare back into those deep black pools that are your mother's eyes. and just like that the perfect morning is over... "ok dear, you can get a wash first, and then help me with some chores and then after lunch clean out your room..." *the horror!!!!*
that voice in your head says it all,
After a hard day's cleaning, you get down to the job, of a hard days cleaning, *clean body + dirty garage = dirty body + ~clean garage* there goes that voice again... Evening now, and now wholly chastised for believing that this was a dream lie in your bed, exhausted, hoping that this was it, this was enough when mom walks in again... with cup of hot chocolate and a bag of chips. *Thank the lord!!!*
Just as you marvel at this new twist of fortune, *Here we go again* you wonder if there is some catch, that this is one of those days where, no matter what you do eventually you will have a bad day moments of good, though present will not be sufficient to prevent the nett effect of the day.
*here comes the pain*
"What are you talking about, nothing bad has happened.. yet"
*it has begun*
"Come on you are the voice in my head atleast don't riddle to me. Lay it down for me, straight."
*trust in the force, you must. For deliver you, the force shall*...
"OK thats it ... i'm ignoring you now... "
*Enter the Dragon*
My sister just walked in, and what do you mean enter the dragon, thats not a book...
"hey bro..."
"yeah"
"you promised you would help me with my project..."
"did I !!!"
"yes, you told me you will do it tonight."
"groan, i think im gonna be sick..."
*death is only the beginning*
...
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