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Mirage Out of the blue Floating in front of My Eyes // *Epilogue 1.

I had waited for Saddam's own informing content, after I dispatched him in Ind◯◯, because I had to cheat Charlie Craig around my hoping applicable route for R◯ss◯◯, as he tried to take my own locomotion and the route advantage of his own illegal business, he wanted my obtained any precious data around clandestinely controlled C◯A informative network. Necessarily, using general passenger airplane for ordinary business. Only local habitants using private route, only there, I will be able to evade Craig syndicate arresting of my body.


By the way, for us all who survives these days informatively highly technologically complicated systematized society, in frank, very extremely multiple personal apperance has to be attended to us, personally, thus necessarily our own apperance is after all made so multiple personal modus ponens, consequently, and now suppositively we try to define it as Cameleon personality society survival reality, nobody can evade the typed daily mindset for surviving our informative social networked jungle. If only tiny foolish nature could have been disclosed, immediately, any atrociously ferocious brutal one's own unreasonable assaulting can approaching our own reality. Those had been besieging my several years daily reality and that had bern extended as well to my operating team's any member. 


After all, my investigating object Craig and I together had been tiny marionette controlled by these days own severely informative networked global social reality, no other identity must never be fallen under on us, together. 


On the contrary, the one whose precious informative network was once stolen or lost by the oneself fault must be nothing but only amputated one.



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I by myself stayed at one small condominium building room at listening to Doja Cat songs through YouTube. My listening option at the moment was at "Vegas", one call was rung on, that was from Saddham at his those days staying zone as no clarified border zone for Ch◯n◯, Ind◯◯, and P◯k◯st◯n.


He spoke through inserted images at my terminal, "Those mountaneous zone temperature is easily switched, though passing border previously will need weather reported precise information, and I will procure so helpful Sherpa older man till you will come here I now stay." According to his report at those local zones for almost half month days, for making locomotion from Karacoram mountaneous ridge into Pamir plateau, some credibly helpful guide as Sherpa experienced old man will be necessary, though he at my dispatching mission period desperately tried to find the one whose ability falls under guide, one very seen credible one as sturdy old man was found by his effort. If the one and Saddam will be a comrade on the hardest locomotion on ridge, my moving days will be so helpfully easy.  Though, through international telephone conversation, I displayed him the greatest thanking emotion. 


After all, for entering in R◯ss◯◯, Iranian route usage will need Craig's seduction to me who will be involved with illegal measure and method as to his conspiracy, I will be survived, but Ind◯an route won't be so. Thus after knowing every circumstance from Saddam, my mind got some stably easy emotion again, so consequently. 


(Irregularly continued)




Apr. 14th.   2024