Digi The Killer's

3. A Small Sustainable Plan

Satellites

The T - God 21st Generation

Number Room

Coordinates 45” **, *&” BT, 97” BD

In a very cold atmosphere. A view without limits. Non-rigid. No oxygen is blowing. The wind howled like an old motor pot. The meteor rocks were floating like cork on top of a pond. Sometimes making out with a black puff of the increasingly rotten stratosphere.

Satellite carcasses were scattered, floating, and made no difference to the wrecks of junk in the dumpsites of the End. This is where the feet step always found old iron hanging in the blue sky. Most are like aluminum with twisted wires that are wasted from copper. Some are still operating like me, but not a few who have only a skull. Such is. Space today is like a giant trash can for every megaproject that has been forgotten. Increasingly, iron carcasses piled up, sometimes colliding, and became mounds of blackened, rotten iron, and filled with needles full of disease.

Sepisaupi. Sepi, Very. I looked around, and I was always amazed, how no more horizon limited my eyes. I only saw not far from here: The earth is only a fist. That's where billions of people jubilee for space. Take time.

I watched the peacock pacing across the continent, exploring offshore with drill spies, and deep, catching fish with electricity sting technology and nets having a radius of thousands of miles, there is surfing on the beach Hawaiian, koat New Ypork is always busy and still dirty, London is always glowing, Mecca, Jedah, Cairo, Tripoli, Manhattan, Selangor, Orchid Road Singapore, Jakarta, Jakarta, Gunungkidul, Bali, Atlantic Ocean, Africa. There is mud in Sidoarjo that continues to widen, mountains, drown several cities, and only stopped in 2030. Mataku surfed between cities around the world, blasting the deepest recesses of the Indian Ocean to the bulkheads in Petronas, Malaysia.

I am thousands of miles from the earth, but it is my duty to re-ignite whatever is emitted by the earth. I look like a mirror that dwells far away from the heights, where there is no one but me sitting glued. I always return every electromagnetic wave that comes to me exactly as they radiate to me. Below is waiting for the transmitter-receiver who happily carries the electromagnetic pulse to every hard device that has been tuned to process the waves. That hard pernagkay, by the humans down there called mobile phones, mobile phones, cell phones, or whatever else.

And from the height of thousands of miles, when the earth that I see is only a circle of no more than a type 21 house, I can also tell more details about their activities related to mobile phones. It made me always remember that the waves I was emitting from my wings had reached everyone. Not only those who are sitting in the office, but also houses crowded places, even in the quiet mountains. They carry a receiver called a handphoine wherever they go.

Now I see in the malls, markets, bus stops, terminals, train stations, in the middle of the journey of the wreckage of the wave receiver has become one of the human limbs. If only possible, technology will make the phone as a third hand grafted in front of there are humans. Because, wherever and whenever humans suddenly can not live if it is not coupled with the iron.

This is actually a stage of success shown by my predecessor satellite. Their target is simple, making electromagnetic waves and optical fibers part of human life. That target was then scaled up, not only as part of human life, but as a sufficient hydi-up force demonstrated their class. And apparently, my predecessor has given a very accurate report on his targets. Just imagine, already about 5.5 billion people on earth already use mobile phones. That means 89% of people on earth already use mobile technology. Human daily spending on electromagnetic waves has reached 10 billion USD. It will continue to rise and continue to rise.

So, as a 21st generation satellite, I have a mission to crack down on what my elders have achieved. From my name alone, the T-God 21st Generation, actually already looks how I am the latest generation satellite that has been equipped with a scanner wave transmitter, the formation of a superprogram independently, virus scanning, self-improvement, as well as an activity to maintain my own life in the space of angksa. I have been equipped with various sources of energy processed from sunlight. The main power supply was an inexhaustible ray, and that meant I would never die forever. When people want to live longer, I can even enjoy life forever. How wonderful to live forever.

With all the sophistication and perfection of all facilities, the target on display is quite heavy. This task has become a decisive part of the fate of humanity today and a thousand years into the future. I don't just want to rule over humans, make humans part of the technological universe. The main target is to make humans the top screw of technology. Technology is a king that must be worshipped by humans under the heavens there.

Several maid programs have been staked out in person-to-person mobile phones to streamline my duties. I've been getting reports of porgranm-helper programs down there.

We –which is a representation of self, electromagnetic waves, transmitter sender and transmitter receiver, hardware processing wave, up to fiber optic and keyboard—indeed will kill humans, I admit. But that's just swallowing. Very slow.

On Thursday I was sick of this task, but I felt I had to run because I was there because I did what was outlined. Man has created me, and when I exist to attack him, it is not a mistake. I just want to show myself.

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