Jams

the chapter up 53

Bukh!

Bukh!!

Bukh!

"We're not your drivers..! Not your Coward!!" scream Bandana, rising.

Bukh!

Bukh! Bandana continued to beat his victims until the blows hit twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen..

"It's like that, how can anyone answer? Huh, maen ati," murmured audience B, the binocular icon he held glistened, the Snail logo was blocked behind a stiffened finger. "Brutal.."

"He's very angry."

"Well, shoot this guy. He was not grateful for his face. Hhhh.."

"Body he's protected Black-suit. Autoreport. My tracks are open," the investigator hesitated.

Bukh!

Bukh!

"Get out! Loser!!"

Bukh!

Bukh!!

Set..

The girl in black tight clothes raised her hands again, her elbows folded with fists still covered in blood, her hands slowly sped down towards Jihan's right eye, in slow motion.

Scope of the highlight screen aiming at the Bandana temple, the Arc scope is like a monitor-monitor, there is the name of the highlighted object, also read; the target is locked.

Ceu..

The whole index pressed the trigger of the rifle to bring the Brutal's fist.

Dzziu..

Arc bullets shot out like a starnova at the end of its snout, white light.

Ggrtt.tth..

When it was halfway to the target, the white light changed, starting to clear the charge it contained, cooling down into a marble.

The speed of the bullet is not stopped in this ongoing slow motion. Then..

The round thing, pounding the Bandana temple, broke like water, exactly an ink bullet.

Dzying!! The craatth!!

Brugh!! The bandana falls to the right side. Later then..

Zwaaat!!

Another sound was heard, until the head of Bandana was immediately covered with "helm".

"Ehh.." confused Jihan, in her clear mode, unexpectedly someone precedes her stealth, there is another action. Then Jihan took down one leg that was being lifted, which she intended for Bandana's back.

Finding his persecutor collapsing, not moving anymore, Jihan immediately turned to the apartment, the building that was stirred by his ears.

Shhh!! Jshh!! Two plumes of smoke appeared near Jihan, sounding like flat tires, high-pressure winds.

"It's not fun. Smoke 1 said when the puff was thin, the body was visible to the eye, but there he found Jihan's face was gone, the former head that had been messy on the ground.

"Surprisingly, the title even dropped to Fainted Hero," commented Smoke 2 while draping the Electric Arc into the body.

"Fainting..?" ask Smoke 1, glance at the interlocutor. "So how do you guys wake up a headless shawl?"

"Bun. tung.." pias the friend, paled. "OKAY. I know, Ghost. Ntar.."

"I just saw a faint like this."

Smoke 2 does not answer the anxiety of Smoke 1, he reached into his vest pocket, like he was erasing fear, trying to relax.

"Are we choosing the wrong bullet, or the wrong target?"

"Gue focus on narget objects" replied Smoke 2. "Duh, don't bring socks anymore. People will be siuman if ngendus kaen asin. We're cheating on people who know, huh."

"Hhh, Ma'am," Jihan keeps a waist near Prita. "Lo abis drinking eucalyptus by the way.."

"He's my second focus, Ms. Ita. This should be fine. It turns out my prediction missed."

Gliit! Capsules are taken from the vest pocket, kneaded, and once held, Prita's hand mounted a metal glove-like tool.

"Rom, pick us up dong," Pinta asked after putting up the mechanical gloves.

"good. Citymall immediately scanned. Nih Vita, Ma'am. Romi was busy in the workshop room. Please wait, Ma'am. Landing procedure still on, mindai field."

"Yes Juliet. Cepetan.. I need Snail's son because it's about Skin Char. I got Jihan wrong in the lab. Head him, this is.. How ya?"

"good. Soon Vita conveys. TKP sterile. Soul-4 is down to pick up."

"Radio's out."

Gliitt's..! Communication tool back into capsule-mijit. Prita immediately kept the orange pill in his vest pocket.

"Kayak the Marcel, doyan packing xmatter," looked at Jihan in Prita's pocket.

The boy called Ghost, Jihan found out that he had been squatting and aiming at Bandana with binoculars.

"Why is the boy again. ngobjek what's wearing such a peep?"

"Releases in order of two. The part of these two vacums is no different, but it contains the address, the same cell name," Ghost analyzes, letting his binoculars shine through scanning for 'pulp' fragments'.

"We're down because you're sure TKP is clean, Ghost?"

"Clear."

"Such as there is sweetness in the terrain," Prita codes while watching around. "This is my alesan, about Jimi's status. Nutmeg he's his brother, but his wave is still cringing frequency. I'm calm, not grimy you."

Jihan smothered her own lips while retreating some distance from where Prita was, her back penetrated into the generator, which was as big as a bus, behind her.

'Ohai, Prita inherited the fitness of his ancestors'

"Our ancestor? He called his great-great-grandfather's vocabulary right in the soul lab."

' He's a descendant of Marcelina, sir. My Citruz formula excludes visible for him'

"Yes. His eyebrows are the same as Doremon's. Pantesan she's moping. Instant astraler. Ordinary people need a dozen taons to become ascetics."

'Hhh, no comment, sir'

"Thankiratin. He's getting confused."

As Jihan said, near the Ghost girl who was being talked about was scratching the sweet potato, astonished by the place she was treading. "We're in the real world khan, Ghost? I'm still reeling myself, belom out of the parlour, feeling."

Owwwtth!!

While everyone was busy with their own thoughts, a unit of the vehicle removed its "cover" layer, a round ship about the size of a house with four legs was descending to land.

"Vit!" prita exclaimed as soon as he saw the pilot of the ship behind the glass cockpit. "Birch..!"

Prita gestured with his hands, mimicking people lifting stretchers.

The person being spoken to nodded his thumb at the steering room.

The draaph!!

Soul-4 finally succeeded in treading the ground, as wide as the board-in-down, open rides, the bottom of the ship gaping. Looks like a man is standing behind the door.

"Ghost, you're taking pictures of the belly? Hours of interrogation."

"Done. I want to see my machine too. Documentation complete. Just add a few more profiles."

The set! A movement came.

Ckiiits..!!

"Astaghfirullah..!" romi said, arriving in front of Jihan's body, flashed after the ship's door opened. "What's the paradox?"

"When dijotos temen lo nih was unconscious, until the attack continued. I keep doing it, I get it. Brutal handwork. Asnil don't need to be dumbfounded, do your job, Rom. Lemparin tuh zippo."

"Ck! Not sane.." said Romi while throwing a match-sized object at Prita, then squat peeked at Jihan's body through a magnifying glass. "Sampe lost this signal."

"Remember. He's locked my machine. Carefully treat it, Imor."

"She said, Skin Char. This is the default original material, Ghost. I'm lucky.."

The set! Another storm came from the ship.

Ckiiit!!

"Oh Allah, Brother Jihan.. Hhh, hhh.. Umph!"

Vita, who was still in the pilot's helmet, gasped and shut her mouth at the familiar body, she was pale since rushing in the cockpit about the object she was worried about.

"Oh, thanks for caring about me. Sori," nervously Jihan, begins to fret hiding in this invisible clear. His hands were immediately directed at his body. "It's just me, Vit."

Jihan who was still in the generator-contener, ignored herself when her navel was a little bright.

The grrrth!!

Srrkh..!!

The body suddenly choked itself like being remote by the veins in its flesh, like being suddenly electrocuted.

"Geeh!!" Ghost, fall down.

"Yeah! Brother!!" screams Vita, yelling at the dead body.

"Astaghfiullah!" Romi swiftly stood blocking Vita's body with his hands, Vita immediately buried his face into Romi's chest.

While Prita turned his head when putting a zippo in Bandana's stomach.

".. ??!!"

"Ohuh.hu! Brother Jihan.. Hick! Brother Jihan, Rom.. Hick! Uhuhuu.." pattered Vita, hugging Romi.

"A. come.. I-i'm.. I've got to get him to the bench, Vit. Da. his xmatter data.emang mi.. minus," stuttered Romi, not daring to see the object that his girl mourned.

"Give me the palanquin." asked Ghost to raise his hand, Romi immediately put the zippo into the tiny palm with fear.

"Vit! What's up?" asked Prita, the face of the corpse did not attract attention when he saw it.

"Uhuhuhu! Egh..!"

Vita back, two legs powered by veins, ordinary running.

Prita was immediately confused, the helmeted girl ran towards the ship leaving TKP very upset with him.

"Hadee.. Swer, Jimi we're fainting. I'm sure it is, napa on dramatic gini?"

"Let me persuade him."

Romi, who was questioned by Prita, turned around, running after his girlfriend to the ship while calling.

"Hhh.. I'm sure.." muttered Prita while staring at lovebirds, but stopped suddenly.

"Haha..! Amusedly. No need to transport. I'm fine" said Jihan to Ghost, the young man who looked down and paled in wonder. "Mooo.. Ahaha!!"

"..??" look at Ghost, as if he were sweating.

Dukh! Kick Prita to Jihan's feet.

"Huh! Get up, Kebo!"

Jihan hirau, not granting Prita's request, remained lying down and still chuckling for the Ghost's face she got.

Prita pick up the box object on the ground, the strange blangkar already suck Bandana's body. He seems to be very familiar with Jihan, but he is still cool and cold.

Ghost looked down with both cheeks flushed red. He just realized, the voice of the Buffalo Man in it belongs to Jihan.

Meanwhile, Prita was gone, walking while grumbling towards the ship, annoyed that no one would listen.

Taph!

Buffalo Man touches the skin of his neck when it is sitting position. Ghost was still lowered, not daring to look.

The finished head suddenly shrinks and flattens, forming a contrasting face distinct from the touch of the owner, returning to the face; Giziania.

Jihan stood up and thrust her hand in front of Ghost. "yok? If your mission is done, it is only paradoxical. Ummm. Sori mask was just. I don't know, the protocol's a success in what the ball is, let's find out, Ghost."

Jihan put on a smile, trying to be familiar and familiar.

The young man stood up while holding Jihan's hand. "You have to build a vehicle for me."

"Umm. So not a paradox, is it?" jihan asked while giving the zippo to Ghost.

"No, he's never gonna show up again" said Ghost, the Para-seeker, putting a blanch in his black pants pocket.

"Hey. We'll help you find him again. Who knows if there's a shabby after protocol, regarding your mission, Ghost."

Dephs!! Vita came to embrace Jihan, who was held somewhat encouraged, because Vita's body was the same age as Jihan, 22 years old.

"Okay, Vita! I'm not Romeo elo... Yes, yes sori about masking earlier, yes Vit. Not anymore nakutin. I help the Ghost let the paradox attention down" Jihan said, turning towards Vita and hugging back.

The person who hugged seemed to not care about the explanation and speech that Jihan conveyed, immediately clenched back finished staring at the face of the friend.

"Eghh! Huhu.. Huu.. Hikk!!"

"Predicted me missing. Yep. I have to turn that direction to your soulator. We'd better discuss it on the ship."

"Ohuh.huu.."

"I-iya," Jihan replied as she busily hugged Vita, letting Ghost leave her.

Jihan blurted her hook into Vita's body, the friend had wet the pajamas she was wearing. She let Vita cry, and rubbed her best friend Jihan's back until there was blood splashed onto the camera lens.

"Lo hair scented gini Vit. It's very fragrant."

Finished watching, Romi put on his girlfriend's helmet and immediately busy pencat-pencet button in the cockpit of Soul-4, has turned on the vehicle without comment.

"yok? Romeo more Vit work. You make him anxious, I guess. Shocked. I don't know Ghost yet, so look around first, not anymore ignorant to elo. Lo sorry I'm khan?"

"Hw.umm. Uhuh! Huu.. Hikk!"

"Yes already. We'll get on your boat first yuk?"

"Uhuh. hiks-hiks! Huohwu..!" roar Vita, immediately cleaned his already very wet face.

In the passenger seat, Vita was still sitting hugging Jihan. Next to them, Ghost was busy twirling the binoculars as Prita checked the rifle carry, observing the ammunition. They sit in the passenger seat, behind the pilot who is still sitting on the massage-massage button to the cockpit dashboard.

Mrrwww!!

The Big Round camouflaged again crawled an invisible layer as it floated and folded its four legs which were still visible.

The shield reached the surface of the ship like burnt skin, lost from view. But the vehicle suddenly sped up, called Romi.

The wuutts!!

In the silence of TKP, the antant creatures came out of the clumps, coming through the portal. At the stop step followed by two girls whose heads were auctioned off red lasers.

The long tail of the mutant was still flying something near the generator, the owner also came to check the vacum fragments there.

"This one fluid is our messenger of the Spirit" said the mutant on his tail.

The one being talked to even shriveled down his back. Srkkh!!

"Why did Lusid kidnap our friend, Mak?" asked White-Eyed Jihan, still squatting sniffing the shards of vacum.

"That's it. Not the main interest. You have more numbers. I will take care, if Qinetik betray me one day, " said the mutant Marcel's face. "Bos can't wait for it."

In the 2300s version of Paltina, the Soul-4 is docked and parked in place.

"Sophisticated very clear gini," said Jihan holding binoculars, there is a mini screen radiated from the middle of the tool.

"Ask the Council of Olive, she's the one who's behind me."

"But my road is still long. I need to keep figuring out my own identity. Who am I's. You're lusid" said Ghost holding his stomach while remaining serious, then pointed at Prita who was leaning on with a cold face. "Ms Ita astraler."

Ghost revealed a colored pill that was being stamped on his two left fingers.

The two girls were distracted when Romi came to his lounge, they were indeed in a place where the walls were inscribed; R love V.

"More. Dian asked me to assemble, "the barefooted guy, the shirt with the orbit circle logo.

Jihan gives the scope to her owner, gets up from sitting down, picks up the mini board that Romi is proffering. He sat back looking at a picture of a vehicle.

The picture on the paper board is similar to Soul-4, only the text in the blue print is Soul-1, the flat screen contains a picture of the frame and the contents of the ship-round.

"This is the machine?" tanya Jihan let Romi back into the room with a key-English logo (workshop).

"Rubber. A copy of the old Soul-1, but it's been slightly updated. Is there anything that doesn't suit you?" ask Ghost, enthusiastically.

"It's not for sale, Ghost. Ever exploded, I mean wasteful material," Jihan's story, as it is.

"Enterploid when occupied by your paradox. So fruitless. Even my body, never responded to S1 at all. You're the key."

"Ship is not on, I'm battery time huh? S1 unlocked, Ghost. Sook aja pake. Tell me who should get my permission first?"

"This mission is my initiative. Starting from *******. The broadcast in the courtroom started my story. Your face is very familiar in your head. But I never met you."

"Yes already. Amnesia is confused. I've been dizzy too. If someone disturbs the focus, you certainly want to rampage khan?"

"I'm still a stranger to myself. I'm still quiet."

"Trus..? Are you not happy here, Ghost?" jihan asked, knocking on his head with his index finger. Uh. tukh!

"The Council of Olives asked me about the sting. I don't understand the talk."

"Hhh..!! If you've discussed the board, the sonnya must be protocol. Okay fine! Let's find out about elo, Ghost. We reveal who we are. Where's the engine? Her workshop (Romi) is like a security room, a lot of tivi is it."

"At Endfield."

"..??" puzzled Jihan, speechless folding her forehead, looked at Ghost seriously.

"Must be assembled there. Time to base time, very far away. It's impossible to reach your mother space or server with my current status."

"But the ball is an ascamp coming here, Ghost. His Endfield door must be.." hang Jihan, daydreaming, because the arena can only be opened by jeans or children's fields.

Thumb nails too, Jihan see still black. When he was in the PMI tent earlier, he did not see Marcel with the samurai, meaning Ray did not exist in this time.

"By One Judes's Sister. That's the message of the man who opened Enfield, if I ever meet you."

"Huh. Si Nina's..! He's still just xmatter," said Jehan forgot his ink-sealed thumb, void of daydreaming.

"S1 has been assembled several times so that I can easily control it when it's ready."

Gliitt!! The paper board emits a holographic S1 shadow over the glass surface once Ghost touches it.

"But.. The soulator is heavy as I gerakin. The gravity of the moon does not help much. Still stiff if transformed into human mode. I'm like a real robot, so choose a bedil. It's suitable for aerial combat, Ghost."

"Gue pinjem lo's room, Jim. A long time!" sumpat Prita who was waiting for an empty chair and a quiet atmosphere.

"Eh yes. This is already the mother. My room, no seats!"

Prita did not chim in, still stepping on the floor in the cabin hallway.

"Let her take care of it," Sipp Ghost looked at Jihan unsaturated.

"Oh but I also want to ask the Beukel. The vacum looks a lot like, Ghost."

"I'm not done with you. Let me talk to brother. You made me greget, Brother Mentor," said Ghost, with a smile later.

"Lo success my jinakin, Ghost," jihan leaned back crossed hands, not continuing his words.

"Hhh.." hela Ghost took the S1 blue print on Jihan's lap. "Not to rush. Brother has to turn me around a few things about soulator."

"That's the excitement of the sports-souls," said Jihan rising from her seat. "Come, deh. I'm a senior at Fanam. Wanted to get tough."

Krauuu!! Chew Jihan bribed the chips she had plucked at the table.

Jihan walked into the workshop room holding a can of drink. Ghost stood up while commenting.

Daph's! Jihan patted Romi's shoulder. The man turned his head and asked Jihan to wait.

"dither. Responsible, CPU part," tell Romi who stays seated and busy typing lines of code, the title of the program reads on a transparent screen; 369-S1 processor.

Girl Pyjamas put a can near the floating keyboard, on the snack table. "We got a new lusid like it."

"Fail. Failed all. The gamer who asked for a break. We don't have to push them to join."

"No, Rom. I mean, the Ghost. Not the team's mission."

"Ohh. Yes-gue again gini focus, invited to chat," press Romi, a bit sewot.

Jihan doesn't chim in. He turned his head, finding Ghost entering Endfield through a 'tear' dimension. Then he left the Khusyu, penetrated several floating screens of the workshop, entered the arena through the curtains that he had known 'traces' from whom, but Ghost instead breezed out not to join the roar.

"Ghost.. So you're still confused about yourself?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Ghost was standing at the foot of the S1, looking at a charred slab he was holding. "Your world is really hard. Real but confusing.."

"Welcome. We're all witnesses in his court later."

"That's, Brother?"

Jihan stared at the cockpit window, where it seemed to crack the surface, ignoring the black garbage, the shards of the ship on the floor of the ring.

"My queen, Reinit, the story of Adam's creation. If you have something like the question of angels, or something like I-dilahirin-usaha. Alesan we were created more or less to be witnesses.

My alesan was stung for charge, fill in the middle of nowhere. For myself, it's a gift."

"I'm still confused, how do I understand it? Tell me about your passing out there, brother."

"Simplenya. I'm in-interpretation.

The dueling trick. I'm confused how to fight by one chat. So faint first so, let the opponent settle first. Ehh.. Tau-tau cut scenes."

"Mbak Ita doesn't seem to have the heart to see Brother persecuted. He then shot. I keep thinking about my own tracks. Still hesitating to pull the trigger."

"Valid's. But he was also snooping on me. Free, really.

Well, suppose we are witnesses of ourselves in the original world as well as in the nature of this incident. So inget-inget aja. if the decision is taken, we are the ones who play themselves later.

In the dream world already we will look hard. What happens if it turns out that technology is already quantum-based, has created a time machine?

That is why God wants to make a caliph on Earth, so that our hearts are not barbaric anymore.

My queen told me while reading her verse.

"Remember when your Lord said to the angels, "I will make a caliph on earth". They said, "Why do You want to make (caliph) on earth a person who will do harm to him and shed blood, whereas we always glorify You and purify You?" The Lord said, "I know what you do not know".

Trus Medium once said that if the best witness is Allah, He never misunderstands. We often misunderstand until the truth uses muscles.

I went to the Queen, "Khalifah tuh khan ratanya skill belongs to a man, especially if Jihan has no subordinates, how is the Queen?"

"How does your Queen answer?" ask Ghost, enthusiastically.

"He said that if we do not have people, we can still guide ourselves using verses and hadith. Decisions and choices are taken, we are the nanggung and ngalemin consequently.

So sante, during the elo protocol of the Council, let's practice and see the results.

The word malikat. Earth, I am broken mercilessly. We also shed blood. We are enemies to each other, but God knows who is following His lead.

After exiting the cave, right the beginning I insyaf, I feel calm see Qorin again. Because it turns out I'm not too late, not far away, still human.

The difference is, my Queen used to snack on brains using DNA copycats, she was full of revenge on the Moon Queen. Many were bombarded with protocols that prevented the initiative. Finally it was late. Top Qarrat, which was heralded as a myth, emerged as a third party in the middle of the war, almost destroying the server.

I'm sober. Like all the protocols in the middle of nowhere, in the development, based on one verse of the Qur'an. But I don't know which verse, what's the name of the letter.

Jhid the creator of qarrat is just inget, if he again follows the rosul hadith which sounds gini: tell me even if only one verse.

So then.. By following the protocol, our actions will be clear whose responsibility. Here you again held the same Board Olive.

But also.. Maybe you have something to do with me, Ghost. Maybe I am the responsible one. Lo sante aja, I'm in dalem command line kok."

"But.." hang up Ghost. "This conversation never happened, brother. Although a little different. Because it's.. Suddenly Big Brother flew, fled there."

Jihan turned to the direction the intel girl pointed out, looking that the arena wall was still tracing the same colored lumps as her mutant-tailed port when it came to Citymall.

"Trus?"

"That's trapper. Paradok nangis in his own trap, even though the fog is just moved, not successfully mastered to deliver passengers home.

This 85th PJ feels being brainwashed by us who he says is making it up. He left immediately, refusing to sit in the cockpit seat, as he thought he would be trapped.

On the portal it just happened. PJ 85 speaks on a three-six-nine frequency, asking for help.

Well khan? Only then did my brother believe the words of the Motherfather, but it was too late for him. We're so sad, the fog threw it up with the S1, then it's grunting, blowing it up."

"Want to ship a lot of 'patch'. Assembled bit by bit," Jihan murmured around her. ".. from partition S1 consignment. Paradok thinks it's a coffin-dead ship. Ogah be a rabbit tester."

"If Brother is pretending, this is no longer a trick. Please enter the portal. Let Mentor's brother that one who replaces Brother," said Ghost with a tone ditelankan and try firmly.

"Yes if I'm the ultimate version, will be tough compared gini, Ghost. Hhh.. My position is at eight six now. Which one do you choose, Ghost?"

"This brother's daydream just stop it. Any briefings ever talk about me?" ask Ghost in a eloquent tone.

"Ehh," Jihan remembered, in the head like there was Diandra. "So elo, that Penitip Flasdisk?"

"Rubber. Brother Marcel gave me his Arc because there's a major focus at work. While the Council of Olive asked me to hand over the archives to the Sage. A few days later Ma'am Ita found me, wanting me to stay alive. But I've been caught, thankfully Ms. Ita was quick to tell me about the person who told her. I almost killed myself that day."

"Oh, that.. I'm loading daunted, not bengong confusion kok, diem I just, muse kalbu."

"Please ricek. Anxious. Brother Mentor is fun."

"Thank God, Ghost. Just a little.."

"Please Brother Guan Xiao Tong."

Jihan exhales her tensed breath, remains handsome waist. "Hhhhhh.."

"Rin..?"

Ghost in the Council's guidance, my lord Nizi. I'm putting the news out for you;

"Gizi continues this message to Jihan, that the sighter with her is my dependant."

"Pantes only he knows Snail, he was very familiar with Olive. I'm worried about Romi, Rin. He's been that long."

Wait for a minute, tell Ghost your worries

"I-yes. Fashion ivi nih, safe khan, Rin? Don't you take paradok?"

Insign my Citruz prevented that, sir. By His permission

"Amen. Okay, ivi out."

"Hhh.. Ghost.." said Jihan, looking at the girl called sighter, the sign was calm from the rumbling of her heart.

"Yes..?"

"Pas Romi later gini, the Eighty-Five cork not really, waiting for Romi to finish?"

"No Brother. This is it (Ghost moves fingers on the forehead), the bracelet doesn't need an upgrade. CPU ready Imor running still has its bugs. Imor is called the gaptek-bucin."

"Rome?"

Ghost nodded his head. "Hu-ummm-mom. The love boy I was going to say, Bratle. I don't know, I got a pretty long saying that sounds."

"That fills my brain which is still the ultimate. I used to talk hard. Yes already. We're talking about three-six-nine now."

"The Council of Olives had a chance to talk about it. But the soulator logic will be discussed with you in cool sentences. I got carried away with Brother's style of speaking. I choose to be a listener" said Ghost, welcoming the new topic.

"Gue Ngarep, you know the translation thank God fitting say PUEBI I cool.

Create a content of fannam, simple tuh kayak acquaintance with animation. Queue marks, or frames. Like a yacht, there is a difference from the previous charge. So it's fitting queue nih nenbluk detector, object keliat alive, fragrant kiss, until we kebawa influence, because again interaction, give each other effect.

Yach..

Assume I'm at the center of a ball. Scope namein this point of view. I'm the detector, the operator, the author, three povs at once, at the core of the sphere. Call it the center of gravity.

So consider the count line the gravity creep. As a blackhole, it is accompanied by mass material from all directions.

Just an analogy, basic grip.

So what is the real look of gini, more than just two dimensions, until there is the smell of hair, sophisticated lenses, Buffalo Man wearing pajamas? Behind the stage, nih place or elo, is just a line of letters.

Signs, libraries, existences.

Behind the middle of nowhere is just a line of characters or numbers. Each frame or value is covered by xmatter.

Well, the packaging-crumb is covered again the same rotor, which Scope calls the orbiter, the speed of the snail train.

Just because it is treated by a soulator, xmatter crumbles into an original-original atom.

This arena, me, elo, ships, portals.so the darkness if Snail does not orbit the server, the antah-deny can not be sensed. The term, there are no updates and updates ideas.

Snails and soulators are like electrons. The universe would not be like this now without this one element.

Selaen name 'pustaka' out there, speed, speed, speed train Snail functioned for netapin value xmatter. Our sighting is the result of Snail's RPM.

Whatever, the frame or ori-mark behind xmatter will use the alphabet of which country, what base number, whatever it wants to be marked with binary or decimal, which is definitely a different order. Unichowo.

Not a common iteration, the invisible order is not a timeline either. Again, that's the rate of abstraction.

Until Madam Indri combed to the deepest details, he said the core is shrinking, still unique. He still combed his absence because he had not yet found the size of twins.

So the rate-abstraction is the Indri itself, the source of movement, gravity itself.

Tuh jeans are like a comma and number one in trillions of zeros aka one-tenth of an infinite power of the word Scope. Continuously increase the number of zeros in the server pool. I am a resident of nothing.

It is also said that the presence of Indri is marked by the labile of the Snail rate, or this;

g×∆sj sb hg ___;gnj_: ttav hdj5 8jfjk kks-hs hsy."

"Akk!!" erang Ghost, pressed his forehead with his fingers over the sudden dizzy feeling.

"Ehh..??"

"Ouch. It was dark" said Ghost again, bowing his head, rubbing his two eyes.

"Oh yeah. I, too, forgot the last word. The presence of Indri marked the labile speed Snail, or this.."

"Dam!" call Romi on the threshold of the dimensional curtain. "He can't yet! Not yet!"

"Umhp! Ngiers.. I just got your status, Ghost. Sori's. Ihii hihi.." kikik Jihan, close your teeth and lips. "A firefly huh?"

"Yes Brother.. Dizziness too."

"So again with jet lag. My condition is fit again in slow motion. Slow motion's. Sori Ghost, I'm forgetful.."

"Keep on Brother."

"Paste me see the red-circle vacum.."

"Ngopi first Brother. Must be thirsty."

Vita came with a handful of snacks, was busy putting the contents of the luggage to the clear table that was still orbited Firefly Firefly.

"Sip! Thank you Chabi Half. Tuh red circle it's me to FinalCutter and the extraction process. The role of the RPM or the rate of the satellite is as important as its diameter.

Tica's all lusid dapet serves as Olive's remote even if the focus is only on the xmatter, the soulator is like a magician's wand."

"I want to see your Firefly," Ghost looked at the snack table, highlighting the object while tapping under the table after shaking his hand, finding out if there was a buffer. "Isn't magic forbidden?"

"Yes, there's math, too. That cheap magic, Ghost."

"It's weird.."

"Jins Ivit is still muttering your hands. Again nyeting time there is a table."

"I'm still blind anyway, brother."