Abstractal Nature: Diaries

the chapter up 48

I want to write uneg-uneg first, especially about the summary of this novel, just think of the plot from the beginning again, which is as follows:

start:

The way of life preserves the bloodthirsty (fine creatures) and human flesh, very contrary to the rules of the community, but the lusids still convey wise messages to the soloters, the soloters, no one judges and opposes them as long as they do not exceed the consumption limit, and their activities will continue to be overseen by Al Hood, the parasitic queen, who also opposes such inhumane acts.

progression:

For the sake of resources, Al Hood was paralyzed by being thrown into exile, always done by his men.

*******:

Exile often befell Al Hood, so in the absence of the neutralizer, human kamunitas was back in conflict, disaster and chaos.

end of story:

Thanks to the persistence of the council and the obedience of the shabby, the community managed to lock up some ambitious soloters in Latansa, then sent three people because the ambitious were positive gang killers and will be warned for the last time.

okay continue,

kame-raaa, exen!!

"Ck! Two barbarians.."

Early in the morning, Nina finds Jihan and Marcel breaking bones in their sleeping position.

"On the gini smackdown stay up late," commented Nina again.

Nina found Marcel's one hand down, neck clamped to Jehan's leg.

Marcel's feet were on Jihan's forehead, while Jihan's two hands under her head were staring at the stars.

The two slumbering girls on the sofa could no longer be explained the details of the squiggles of his limbs, so to speak of an outcast doll.😁

"Mending breakfast. Ora take care of it."

The day had gone by, the ship remained anchored on the dock, swaying by the small waves. The place is exactly the location of the departure, on a long pier jutting into the sea. The island is the same, and there may still be an Anakonda pursued by the Dragon.

Jihan is still chewing her bread. He was the last person to leave the ship. The girl was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. Jihan had brought nothing but food at hand, which she was spending.

While Marcel and Nina chatted again about their plans and tasks. Both of them were wearing jackets, looking like they were going on a picnic.

"I'll do whatever, Sanin. Want to lo the spian-spion first, yes already. My info from the council's testimony. Ati-ati ntar, because I also have never been in Latansa."

"So I'd like to go find this motherfucker. Handsome but misplaced, just askin me but go nyuekin."

"There are soloters. I'm not sure they're broken. Probably together."

"Let me come down, brother. If the brother who came down, the geludnya certainly to the point. Please pray blessing."

"Hi Beb, where are we going now?"

Jihan came over cheerfully, putting two hands together with a smile. Marcel kissed Jihan's cheek, which was frowned upon instantly and blinked two eyes.

"To Utari's office, old studio. We're still in the Substance. When you're ready, we're leaving now."

"Hhm.so my gini centile."

Ting! Ting! Ting..!

Jihan played her eyelids again.

"Okay, Nin. Yuk?" marcel asked Nina, her smile was no less sweet than Jihan's.

"She's why, brother, I'm ngarepnya ketiban Duren."

"Regular.. Haha. Could it be."

"Who are you?" said Nina, nudged by Marcel. "Don't pick up a stone, just go straight!!"

Zhphp!

The sand that they pitched, the forest that was there, the next sea, changed into a green screen in a room was quite relieved, the studio.

"Ehh, where are the crew?"

"Met came Utari's house, Judes," Nina said as she left them.

"Haah? In Utari's office he said, Beb?"

"Hu umz" replied Marcel.

"It's not dark, is it?"

"That means..we're in the Kencana core?"

"Make me anyway, in front of Reinit. No council can stay at the core of Kencana. Especially us. Latansa tuh I think maybe ocean ocean times. Server pool, ink to print scripts. Don't know what his name is."

"That means we're out of server dong's control?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm on a crash course on this Latansa, Beb."

"Yes, yuk in the broadcast room."

Jihan and Marcel walk past a robotic tripod that keeps glancing at them and out of the studio. The equipment in this room is strangely extraordinary, lights, microphones, all-motion without holders. Unfortunately, the two actresses were not interested in this self-taking studio, there was already a more sophisticated one possible.

In the second room, the floor was still as spacious as the studio's relief. There is a waiting sofa with a table and a dispenser. But wrapped in dusty plastic.

Jihan and Marcel stepped through the visiting room.

"This is her room?" jihan asked at the door, in the hallway.

"Yes. Ntar we're done," said Marcel, opening the door of the broadcaster's room. "Front there kitchen same bathroom. Keep opening the door again there's an office-table space the same as the stairs to get out."

Perhaps simply this floor is similar to hurup H, the middle line is the hallway room and broadcast space. Studio green and waiting room, on the left. The stairs and office are on the right.

"Why is it clean here? Do you still use the room, Beb? Not a radio station? How do you look like the Pentagon's secret room?"

In the broadcasting room, Jihan kept wondering. Marcel sat down and turned on the big monitor in front of him.

Gliitt's!

The show lights up, showing a map of the world. The title: LATANSA 2021.

Jihan was looking for something, her eyes were immediately fixed on the corner of the wall. There is no furniture there other than chairs, broadcast instruments, and monitors. Jihan opened the line on the wall, her face was bright for a moment because according to her brain, there was a chair inside.

Jihan pulls out a found roller chair. Marcel only paid attention to the activities of the Judes. Jihan placed the chair next to Marcel and sat down.

"OKAY. The speaker is ready to be betrothed."

"Hhh-hhh!"

"Nina's on the field now. Investigation."

"Gue what's wrong, Beb?"

"Wait for a report. If you find soloter, we kidnap him."

"We want to kidnap?"

"Hu um's. Our activities are recorded here."

Marcel felt his back. Then he continued the briefings and topics around Latansa, including Utari.

".. he was here. That's why it's still clean. Only if Uut back here again, like we will immediately hit the senior Asma sounder, back to the ship."

"Can't that be it?"

"Not only do you have a paradox, the council also has."

"It must be a fight too."

"As such. The Utari realm is dark, conditioned by untouchable humans or mahhal."

"We can't see Uut dong Beb?"

"Can't, she's the same Asma should stay the latest, best-fresh. Must be the senior of all their paradoxes."

"Ribet is also a council."

"The trick is not difficult, similar to the relay mechanism. So if the protocol is not forwarded, just hold the same Uut for example, then Asthma from the future, or it could be Enik future, will come to replace Uut with manual broadcast. Factory reset here."

"Haah? Back to the beginning?"

"Yes. I won't let the next Black Soul enter the plot."

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