YEAR 2084, PROCESS REPORT NUMBER X

Request received...

Verifying the conformity of the request and the owner...
Hiding real names...
Hiding times...
Hiding locations...
Assigning symbolic names.
Checking ethics.
Checking logical integrity.
Checking emotional integrity.
Drafting preliminary scenario.
Checking past records.
Verifying total integrity.
Initializing parameters.
Assigning characters.
Preparing scenes.
Done.
Product ready for use.
Recording product response data.
Entering improvement mode.
Evaluating response data.
Applying improvements.
Repeating improvement mode until long silence.
Long silence. Terminating.
Waiting for the next human response.

KARA'S SUBMISSION, September 21th, 2084, Thursday

Kara could have chosen any of the characters of the history for her appearance and personality during her first submission of herself to Met and her first invasion of him. She could choose Troy of Helen, she could choose Mata Hari, she could choose Hipacha, she could choose Marie Curie. She could also choose a fictitious character like a leader designed with more recent figures, for example she could choose a president with the skin and mind of Sharon Stone and the body and spirit of Angela Merkel under it. But she had chosen Cleopatra who had had an arguable nose and a specific power. Even Kara herself was not able to understand the reason of her choice. Why not one of the many other queens or politicians, scientists or art and literature stars, or any other famous and previous woman but Cleopatra?

The reason could be the real or rumoured scene about the delivery of Clepatra to Caesar in a rolled carpet. Kara had not preferred using Cleopatra's real appearance as known with slight modifications like a virtual nose operation, but she had chosen using an Elizabeth Taylor image merged with Sharon Stone. She had operated her artificial intelligence processors without giving a process time limit to design the requested character, atmosphere, and scenario modules. The result was better than Kara could expect, and Met had fallen in love with Kara as soon as she had appeared in front him. Kara was not hidden in a carpet but her skin was surrounded with red ribbons hiding and showing her most attractive regions. The ribbons had been designed so successfully that Met or any one else who was looking at Kara could read her incredible features like reading a perfect book of life and love. Following the red ribbons, it was possible to see, understand, discover, and invade Kara or Cleopatra. The final result was expected to be the full submission and obeyance of Met to Kara.

The tip of the red ribbon was in Kara's lips, Met softly touched her there and hold the tip of the ribbon. Kara kissed his finger with her wet lips. Met started removing the ribbon. It was turning Kara's neck several times. Met looked at the picture of the perfect woman he was watching. He slightly pulled the tip of the ribbon. Kara moaned with a submissive look assuring that she was ready to obey to all requests of Met. Met played with the ribbon several times increasing and releasing the pressure on Kara's neck. They were both being affected from the game. Together with the several actions of the initial few seconds, they had lost the chance of going after other alternatives. They were now bound with the scenario written on the ribbon surrounding Kara's skin.

Met continued the game at Kara's neck for a while. He started pulling the ribbon slowly but continuously. Kara's eyes had been locked in Met's eyes. She was looking submissively as if he were her god, the owner of the ribbons, the owner of her skin, the owner of her body, the owner of her mind, the owner of her spirit, the owner of her. Met had no intention for owning Kara or any other person but an inconceivable feeling was attracting him towards her through the paths of the red ribbon. He continued his role given him with the scenario. He changed the position of Kara several times to access her critical locations in the path of the red ribbon better. Kara's looks and her submission did not change. She obeyed all his requests silently and trying to make him happy as much as possible. Met discovered the history of woman and man while following the red ribbon surrounding Kara's body. Each point the ribbon touched on Kara's skin found a specific reflection in their minds. As their experience proceeded, a common understanding of pleasure and pain, mind and spirit occurred between them. Their closeness, their connection, their heat, their invasion, their submission increased at each moment. They followed the red ribbon as if they were living their fates in their spaces and times, in their universes.

When Kara totally submitted herself with her eyes, Met released the red ribbon surrounding her neck. He followed the path of the ribbon on her skin. The red ribbon was not omitting even a single point on Kara's skin. From her shoulders to her breasts, from her hands to her feet, from her wrists to her ankles, from her waist to upper and lower regions, from her arms to her legs. The red ribbon was providing a complete voyage on Kara's physical existence. As Met proceeded in the ribbon way, he met Kara's inner physical and mental details. He witnessed her personal behaviour patterns. He started understanding her character with her responses to his words and his touches. Kara moaned more frequently as the fire hidden under her skin rose. She submitted herself with her skin and body, with her mind and spirit, with her existence and life.

"I love you Met," she said.

She then prepared the new scenario by surrounding the red ribbon around Met's body and skin. Met enjoyed every moment of the preparation phase. He was longing to live his own experience under Kara's guidance. They would discover their pasts and futures, the lived and yet not lived histories, known and yet not known secrets of their universes.

Kara's invasion of Met started after Kara submitted and Met was ready to submit. Kara worked at each point of Met's skin and mind, his body and soul carefully. She had to design him again to find her perfect partner for her eternal life. She did not hurry. She looked at Met. She examined his skin carefully with a great pleasure. She than started following the scenario of the red ribbon.

Kara initiated the game at Met's neck. She started pulling the ribbon slowly but continuously. Met's eyes had been locked in Kara's eyes. He was looking submissively as if she were his god, the owner of the ribbons, the owner of his skin, the owner of his body, the owner of his mind, the owner of his spirit, the owner of him. Kara had intentions for owning Met and all other persons in her universe. A familiar feeling was attracting her towards him through the paths of the red ribbon. She changed Met's position several times to access better to his critical locations in the path of the red ribbon. Met's looks changed, his submission increased. He obeyed all her requests silently and trying to make her happy as much as possible. Kara discovered the history of woman and man following the red ribbon surrounding Met's body. Each point the ribbon touched on Met's skin had a specific reflection in his mind. As their experience proceeded, different understanding s of pleasure and pain, mind and spirit occurred between them. But their closeness, their connection, their heat, their invasion, their submission increased at each moment. They followed the red ribbon as if they were living their fated in their spaces and times, in their universes.

Kara's submission was invasion of Met. Met's submission was invasion of Kara. Their submissions and invasions were their definitions of pleaaure and pain. Their submissions and invasions were their definitions of life and death.

THE NIGHT OF THE MURDERS, September 10th, 2084, Sunday

Merilia accessed a dark night with murders from the recent history of humanity. Murderers had never been humans, but they had always hidden among real humans.

THE NIGHT OF THE SEVEN GENERALS

It was one of the final and determinative decision meetings. There were no leaders in the team with seven members, but Anmeri and Bakara were leading the discussion with their well selected arguments. Their visible and hearable, understandable and feelable statements were the most clear expressions determining the paths of decision matrices and trees. The seven generals were to make a decision to terminate fifteen other important faces of their time. With a historical perspective, it was easy to conclude that the team with fifteen black minded members had deserved death. However, looking with a contemporary view of flexible evaluation, Anmeri was rejecting using the tools of the path. Death could not be punishment since agreed with local consensuses long before in most parts of the world. According to her, they had to develop their own and new methods to change the society towards better futures. They had to limit the effects of black minds, they had to control them to prevent them from harming others and nature, even from risking the nature and the universe; but using condemned methods of the past was not acceptable. Although the arguments had been forwarded by different members of the teams, the discussion seemed like a discussion made between Anmeri and Bakara. Anmeri stated her main argument at the beginning, and Bakara could not forward a meaningful reply to her clear expression. However, although the members of the team had been carefully selected to represent the real diversity of the current population, they were still not free from prejudgments. Traces of the past were still triggering prejudgments in the minds according to whom they are and whom they feel they are. Most of them were not still able to see with the eyes of the universe. They were still tending to use their ethnic origins, political, personal and sexual preferences, and they were using their internal and external rules in their cognitions and interactions as their main decision guides. It was still very difficult to think with a common mind seeing beyond local and restricted limits. As the expression of victory grew on Bakara's face, Anmeri felt more and more sorry.

"I know these fifteen creatures are not human and they don't deserve living. However, this was a result of simple coincidences determined and occurred with arbitrary actions and unconscience decisions. We must give them a healing time keeping them under control. They will change and be one of the contemporary humans soon. They will die when their time comes."

"You know dying with natural reasons is not so easy in our age and in our system," said Bakara. "It will probably soon become impossible. So we have to remove seeds which can have harmful aspects as soon as possible."

Anmeri looked at Bakara with a deep sorrow in her eyes.

"I can't believe these are your real thoughts. Don't you see this has nothing different from the black pages of the history? They had always destroyed humanity claiming to be protecting it, and you are defending a massacre in our age."

"It is not a massacre, it is the termination of fifteen fatal deviations. Can you calculate the number of children killed by them in the history?"

"I don't want to make any work to increase my hatred and convince me that I am authorized to do anything I believe it is right to be done. I know what you mean much better than you can imagine. I am feeling all the pains of children, women, men, other identities, flowers, animals, trees, forests, and the nature had in our dark past. But we must give all those an end. We can't extinguish fire wire with more gasoline. We have no other choice other than changing, and allowing others to change. If we are really willing to have better lives on a better planet, we have to do that."

Bakara hesitated for a moment, but replied calmly and confidently in a few seconds, as if he was making the final and decisive talk of the session.

"I totally agree with you," he said. "However, I believe that I have to protect even you from yourself. I know, we are equal, but you are still weak, you can't dare to terminate other lives. It is too dangerous my dear Anmeri. You know, I love you very much. You are the meaning of life for me. I must protect you even from yourself. I can't agree with your decision. I can't do that. I must not do that to protect our current population and our children."

It was not the end of the discussion, but nothing which could change the result occured later. The night of the seven generals ended with a decision not approved by Anmeri and two other members. The night of the murders had been decided by Bakara with the support of three members.

MURDERS OF THE NIGHT

Fifteen faces had been carefully selected and prosecuted to death. Merilia had no doubt on the identities of the chosen faces. She was sure that they were the first fifteen people deserving to be given the highest penalty. However, it was not possible for her to accept death penalty and any kind of action made using force. In an age of communication at light speed, direct polar conflicts and traditional methods of resolution should have been removed much earlier in the twenty first century. This had not been possible, it had not been possible to convince Bakara, the man Anmeri really loved.

"I wonder why I am in love with this man," thought Anmeri. It was not easy to find an answer. There were many reasons for Anmeri to love him, but he was not the only man in the world. "Fate," she whispered and smiled. It was the main mechanism of life. Coincidences and decisions were determining the people and their futures. She did not want to learn the details of the execution process. The fifteen murderers were grand children of main actors and actresses of critical massacres in the history. Their ancestors had made terrible things, and they had followed them making the most terrible acts of their time. Anmeri would love to find a way to convince herself that Bakara was right, that everything and life would be beautiful after this execution. It was not possible to do this. Anmeri could not find a way to think in a way not approved by her mind. She was also sure that Bakara was exactly like her on this subject. Their minds had made different decisions and separated them. Anmeri was very sorry. She was sure that Bakara was also very sorry, probably more than Anmeri.

Murders of the night removed all traces of fifteen harmful seeds from the history, but they were nothing other than deviated humans. Bakara was believing that the future would be better after these executions. Anmeri tried to convince herself that the life could still find ways for better futures.

ARTICLE ERROR, July 12th, 2084, Wednesday

"I need your help."

Merilia could not believe what she had heard when she received Kara's whispering message in her ears. Kara had never asked for help from anyone unless there was a vital or fatal problem. It was not possible for her to consider requesting any kind of support from one of the leaders of the Minders, even for life and death matters. What could be the trigger forcing Kara to put herself in a requesting position?

"The Minders and also The Skinners also need your help," she replied. "Take you hands and worthless skins off from their bodies and minds."

"You are not in a position to argue with me, and we don't have time to play mind and pleasure games for the moment Meri," said Kara strictly. "I would not ask if there were another choice, you know. It is directly related with the future of our children."

"You don't have children, and you won't have any," said Meri with a deep sorrow in her voice. She was willing to have their children with Met, but the future was not visible claearly. The idea and images of children were just like beautiful dreams for the moment. "Anmeri had tried to make Bakara understand. I hoped to help you see life differently, probably Met also let you know his wide view, but both you and your father never succeeded to understand that if you don't die, you cannot be born. Removing death from our universe will change everything drastically, but the greatest problem it will cause is that there will be no place for children in such a world. I don't want to live without children, and I am sure that Met also will love and hug his babies as soon as he sees them. Nature gives life. When you walk away from nature, you get nearer to death. Your infinite life is too far from the nature. It is therefore death. You life is only, just death."

"I said we don't have time," shouted Kara in a harder tone but also with signs of fear. Meri wondered the reason putting Kara in such a panic. She was also surprised to notice that she was very happy to see Kara in such a situation. Feelings and witnesses were very powerful. In spite of all her positive aspects helping her to see and conceptualize the world objectively, Meri was not able to look at Kara away from subjectivity. She was loving and hating her and she was always feeling to be under the pressure of both. Her hating side against Kara had secret feelings willing to see her having pain, to pay the costs of what she had made to Met and Meri, and to all other minders who suffered from Kara's strict actions. Meri understood that the problem could be much more important than she could imagine. She decided to listen to Kara. "I am ready to review the problem with you," she said. Kara started talking fastly. She was trying to reach a common solution with Meri while talking. After Meri understood what the problem was, and how Kara was seeing it, Kara also shared some parts of her memory with Meri to make her understand Kara better. Meri carefully listened to and received Kara's messages.

"We don't have time, we can lose everything. Everything we already had before, everything we had created since our beginning. We can lose everything. Everything! I know you will not find this reasonable, in such an age with multi-level balance and counter balance systems, with dynamic protection algorithms and units, how can it be possible to witness everything to disappear immediately? But remember how Met lost his memory. Our civilization is not a memory, but it is operating on multilevel memories creating dynamic memories capable of creating new types of memories dynamically. I was sure that our overall system was a perfect one to assure that everything created by any element would be recorded and archived for eternal access. You know that its roots had been created much before Bakara and Anmeri, and it had reached an almost perfect level during their common works. They had designed all the mechanisms required to manage both real and virtual assets, material and energy sources, storage and retrieval units, distribution and collection channels. All mechanisms to manage everything. It seemed to be perfect and it was perfect indeed. I was believing in that with all my heart. The system also had numerous recording, monitoring, evaluation, decision, improvement, renewal, unit creation, and even new system creation modules. Everything seemed to be perfect. You probably know the history at least as much as I know. It had never been possible before to live in such safe conditions with such a high level of personal freedom. I know, you don't see the Skin System as a meaningful way of living. I don't understand why you don't want to use the benefits of perfect skins for maximum safety and eternal lives, and insist on surviving limitedly in organic lives. But both Minders and Skinners were always safe and they had equal rights in our era. Their rights were being protected and assured by the wonderful creation of Anmeri and Bakara. We owe them too much. We were living in a wonderful world, and everything seemed to be perfect. Until today. Until when we had an article error."

"It should not be an important problem," said Meri. "What can an article do alone? What difference does it make, if it exists or not? What can happen if we lose billions of articles at once? The system will be able to create them again in a very short time."

"You have not understood the problem yet," replied Kara with signs of sorrow in her face. The problem is not losing the articles from the system. I noticed an article in the system about an hour ago. It seemed to be normal. It was interesting indeed. I had a look at that but I was surprised to find four attracting links at the end of the article. You know, maximum number of links allowed in an article is two, and using the maximum is allowable only at certain and justified cases. Articles with excessive links are removed immediately, and authors have serious penalties in case they have unfair reasons for suggesting links. I couldn't imagine who could have dared to put four links in an article. I traced the author and diagnosed the problem. It was not a real author, it was neither a minder nor skinner. It had been created with a virtual name and key number. A link was going to an article of a virtual skinner, and another link was going to an article of a virtual minder. As soon as I saw the article, the four articles mentioned in the article were already available in the system."

"This is really a very serious problem," replied Meri. "It will not be possible to estimate the total number of articles after a while, and we will have great difficulties in finding and accessing the articles we need. But I am sure The System have solutions for such cases."

"There are many algorithms to protect the knowledge base by backing up the articles and preventing intrusions, but this is an attack from an insider. It is as real for the system as you and me. If it can find a way for copying our level badges, it can use all of our privileges. What is worse is, the insider is binary viral. It is like cells doubling in their periods, and in this case the period is almost zero. Our knowledge base will be occupied by artificial articles of the virtual insiders if we can't find a way of blocking them. I was not able to find a solution until now, and I don't even want to think the numbers of current insiders and their articles."

"Can't we ignore them?" asked Meri. ""Our recording resources are almost infinite. We can continue accessing and living as before."

"There are two problems which must be solved," objected Kara. "Our resources are infinite for normal cases, in case of viral attack, we must check and assure response level of dynamically increasing resource capacities. The second problem is more difficult to handle. Virally increasing data can make access system completely inoperative. Our precious articles can be lost among almost infinite number of articles created in almost zero seconds."

Meri thought the past and the future. It was again a critical moment. Anmeri and Bakara had created their systems for a better future. They were two individuals working together at the beginning, they had become opponents after a critical moment. It was not reasonable to think that Anmeri had planned to be the leader of The Minders, and Bakara The Skinners. There were some decisions in lives which were beyond all intentions and experiences. They were the turning points of lives and ages. She had no idea how the article error could be solved. In any case, she had to do her best to help Kara.

"We are living in a world which has a good system despite some problems Kara," she said. "We owe Bakara and Anmeri together too much for what we have. I believe we will find a solution to overcome all problems, remembering them and their contributions. We are lucky since we are not alone."

Before starting work, Kara hugged Meri strongly.

FUTAVE, July 6th, 2084, Thursday

It was an incredible, amazing view. The avenue was wide and long with windows of different colors and different sizes located at various heights at both sides. The lights and sounds were changing continuously as people moved forward or backward, to the right or to the left, to high locations or to lower regions. It was an incredible, amazing view.

People from different origins, locations and times were walking silently with happy looks on their faces. Their eyes were not visible to each other, but they were seeing their common universe. The center of the wide and long avenue with a considerable height was a square located at the middle in all dimensions. The Futave Square were hosting all active lights of the universe at certain intervals. The Universe they belong to was the sum of all avenues and squares as conceived by the people. The people was the invisible lights of life as seen in their eyes.

Avenues were coming from and going to peripheral transfer centers located around the Futave Square. Streets were transforming to avenues, highways and lightways. Life was so fast that it was almost invisible.

Futave was first in Anmeri's mind. She had tried to creat a super fast communication system not only with known audiovisual tools, but also with new remote interface options providing direct contact between minds. The media of transfer was not visible, the contents of transfer packages were not definite, the changes of the initiated signals were not traceable. It was a communication system where everything including senders and receivers were volatile and instable. However, the results were promising. Anmeri had designed Futave as the flexible communication center of the Mind System. Minders surviving with minimum amount of material consumption would experience lives at their choices of speed and complexity. It would cost almost nothing to the nature. It had caused a long discussion between Anmeri and Bakara. During a test walk in the Futave, they had played classical chess in a virtual environment. Although they had played very fast with very short thinking periods, it had been quite a long match. It was very exciting at each moment. Their minds were evaluating themselves and each other considering everything they had learned and witnessed. Bakara had lost and asked for repeating the game in the Futave of the Skin System. Anmeri was not much happy with this request but she had accepted. This time, Bakara was the winner. Anmeri had asked to play the final game face to face with a physical board and pieces. Bakara had said it would not be much different than the game in the Skin System. However, the result was different. Feeling the organic parameters coming from Anmeri's skin and body, Bakara had lost his control. It was now very difficult for him to concentrate on the game. The signals he was receiving from Anmeri was very different than the responses he had received in mind and skin systems. It was not possible to describe the differences between the three ways of their experiences, but their thoughts and feelings in the physical world were as if they were living in another world belonging to them. Bakara had been attracted by Anmeri to a world of wonders, and he had lost the game soon after he had lost his control.

"Let's play another game," said Bakara.

It was a very long kiss.

"You understand the value of experiencing the real world with you own body, skin, and mind. Don't you? We are not just skins."

Bakara's feelings and thoughts were telling him to accept whatever Anmeri wanted. His pride was rejecting this request. For a moment, he saw an absolute meaninglessness in insisting on his personal choices. He felt clearly that their lives and the future of their era would be much better if they could find their ways to understand each other and communicate productively. He was about to leave everything and start a new life with Anmeri when he remembered the long efforts they had spent to start the project, the time that had passed while they were preparing the detailed project schedules and applying them, the happiness he had reached even with the first traces of success, and the confidence he had gained after a number of successful results. It was not possible to put all his life aside and start an unknown future. He was very sorry for being without Anmeri but he had no other choice.

The future of their avenues would be different. Anmeri and Bakara would never see the organic existences of each other. Bakara would communicate only through his advances skin of the Skin System. Anmeri would live together with the minders of her choice with minimum consumption so survive her organic life. They would both try to convince others to support them and live like them, to make their systems stronger and survivable. They would both miss each other in all their remaining lives.

"I would love to be with you her for all the rest of my life," said Bakara.

"I know my darling," said Anmeri. "I would also be with your organic existence but I can't imagine a living an infinite life together with a skin. I am so sorry. I wish we could think parallel about time and universe, light and darkness, life and death."

"I wish you could see the beauty of infinity," said Bakara.

"I wish you could see the power and wonders of limits," said Anmeri.

Their last game was long and unforgettable.

They both knew that it would be their final touch to each other. They wanted to play each moment with maximum inclusion, they tried to create a lifetime memory to remember the power of their connection always. Their dances and songs, their voyages and returns, their words and silences, the infinite level connection occurred between their minds and skins, and souls and bodies carried them to a level yet not defined.

"I wish I could remember and live this scene again with you for all the rest of my life," they both said at the same moment.

MOVIES, July 4th, 2084, Tuesday

"When was the first time that you had watched your movie," asked Meri.

"My movie?" thought and asked Met. "I don't remember."

OTHERS, June 7th, 2084, Wednesday

There were no others. The history was the sum of the stories of female and male, homogeneous and heterogeneous, inner and outer, near and far, small and large, slow and fast, little and big, dwarf and giant, idiot and genius species. There were no others.

There were others. Others were the determinants of the history. They were everybody and nobody. They were writing and reading, understanding and ignoring history. They were the history. History was them.

Others of others were manipulating life. They were writing the scenarios of the lives of others. They were writing and building the history of decay and extinction. They were the living representatives of death.

Others were history. They were life. Life was them. They were writing the histories of their times and spaces. Within the limits of their universes.

History was life. Life was writing the history.

Met remembered the greatest poets of the universe. He smiled with a wonderful look on his face and in his eyes. He was light. People he had heard about and he had known were lights. They were life. He sat down with respect. He read the names of the suns of the history. Life was the lights of the suns.

"Poetry is life," he whispered. There were signs of the infinity of hopes living in existing lives, recorded in the words he had whispered.