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.

BEING CARESSED, May 20th, 2084, Saturday

Meri suddenly noticed hands caressing her legs. She was irritated at the first moment and she was immediately prepared to move away and react. She could not find the time to perform her action before she felt the familiar tones in the touches. She was surprised for two reasons. She was feeling direct and organic touches although she still had Met's Skin on her. The other character of the touches were more specific. One of the hands had been placed on a region where Meri had always liked too much while being touched. The hand was softly moving within and around the region. It was squeezing, releasing, pressing down and moving up again, walking in several directions while contacting at different points with its fingers. It was telling a story that Meri had heard before, and had enjoyed very much each time she had listened to it. It was unbelievable that simple and small touches could tell such complex and big stories on Meri's skin and mind. She forgot everything and left herself to the music and sounds of the touches. Symphonies of light were passing before her eyes while she was trembling and moving her arms down to submit herself with all her existence. It was a lusty interaction awakening every point in her physical existence with rich reflections in her mind. She was feeling life everywhere as the hands moved throughout her legs. The hands perfectly knew where they were walking and what they would meet. Meri forgot everything. She left her legs and her existence to the hands. The hands moved up and down, to the right and to the left, slowly and with small variations, gently and constrictingly, caringly and lovingly, showing the value of sharing the same space and feeling a specific connection between two skins and two minds. It was not a story that Meri was hearing for the first time, she had seen many familiar characters and scenes. It was telling an upper level story built on everything Meri had lived before. Only one person in the universe could understand and write this story. Meri whispered with a great happiness. "Welcome my love," she said. "I am happy to have you back on my real skin." She did not think much on how she could feel all those under Met's Skin, and did not wonder if Kara was watching and recording these historical moments. Having Met back was sufficient for Meri to forget everything. The connection established while caressing and being caressed was the definiton and meaning of life. Life was love.

"My love," said Meri with tears in her eyes. "I am happy to have you back."

Met did not reply, he just smiled with his innocent eyes with a happy look on his face.

ORIA'S MANHOOD, April 14th, 2084, Friday

"I am holding your manhood in my palm," said Kara.

Oria was shocked with a feeling reflecting both pleasure and pain. Her hand had caught the little stick living between his legs. Its pulses were vivid and flexible. It was warm and getting warmer. It was small but getting bigger. Kara's eyes were looking directly in Oria's eyes. "I am holding your existence in my hand," she whispered while gently squeezing. Oria moaned with a soft voice reflecting both pleasure and pain starting from his lips and spreading to Kara's world of games. He wanted to get rid of the pain of the pressure, but he was also willing to taste the pleasure of Kara's contact surrounding his existence. He had always felt himself lonely as he had become aware of the dark dangers of the universe. He was now feeling a strong bond connecting him to life. Kara's hands and arms were surrounding him and bringing him the reasons for living and surviving. He remembered the desperate years he was trapped between a controlling mother and a father supporting her. Her mother had always loved to play with Oria, but not in the way Oria liked and wanted to play. She had always loved to kiss and hug Oria, but not in the way a mother would do. His father had a close relation with him, but did not perform the activities a father would do together with his son. His father was loving to watch Oria's mother while she was torturing him. They were not thinking that what they were doing was a torture, but Oria had always called those sessions as the hatred hours. They were punishing him for his existence, since he had prevented them from what they could do freely in their universes. His father was fixing him by soft and hard, visible and invisible bonds connecting his wrists and ankles to different extensions of the walls at their home. Walls and their extensions were being used for not only to control the independent wills and desires of individuals, but also to train them for living in the designed spaces using the predefined routes taking them to their destined futures. Her mother was then taking the control of Oria's body by applying him carefully selected patterns of pain and pleasure on his skin and his mind. She was trying not to fix Oria completely so that he would not be able to move and live, but also not to let him free for even a single moment that he would understand the meaning of individual existence. Their sessions were short at the beginning, but they had become longer as the training progressed. Oria was learning how to behave according to their wills. His mother and father was discovering the specific ways to force him to walk towards his best future. Oria was improving and loosing his childhood. Her mother was becoming a more skillful controller for her son to perfectly select the correct levels of pain and pleasure, and his father was excellently applying the initiating shocks to his mother to guide her in the best way for the training of Oria.

Oria had always found it difficult to understand that how simple effects at several points on skins could have unexpected consequences in minds and behaviors. Each point on a skin had a different meaning. Each type of contact on a point had different routes to be triggered in minds. He remembered the first kiss he felt on his cheek. It was a soft and warm touch. Oria had thought "This is wonderful, life is worth living." The first hug he remembered was from his father saying "Now boy, you are a man, welcome to our world." Their relations had changed and become more complex after those moments. It seemed to be a process creating Oria's manhood between his mother and father, but is was a long and difficult task for all of them. Oria had wanted to leave everything and die for many times during those hard periods. He was saying "I hate this world," to his mother. He was complaining to his father slightly differently, "I hate myself." The training period was difficult, but they had succeeded to provide Oria with at least minimum features to survive. He had been able to understand himself, his mother, his father, and the small universe very near to them. He had learned to live finding a balance between pleasure and pain. Kara had later replaced her mother and undertook her responsibilities to train him for a better future. Meri was a surprise of life opening a different world in front of Oria. Oria had always been very sorry since his experience with Meri had not lasted long. He had to return Kara with a skin designed specifically for him, to be the best supporter of the Skin System.

Oria was now once more surprised with the waves of life pulsing from his skin to his mind, and from his mind to his skin. He was feeling Kara with all their existences. She was the master of understanding and touching. She was the meaning of life, and she was being a better meaning at each touch and at each moment. She was discovering their minds and skins with a perfect analysis system. Each second they lived together was being a very long period including infinite numbers of lives and experiences. They were building new universes to give birth to new worlds. Oria was feeling every feeling of Kara on his entire skin and in his mind. Kara was placing her touches directly on everywhere in Oria's existence. All points were very important providing excellent pleasures of life and death to both of them, but the contact formed between them was a real magic. As Kara held Oria in her hands, Oria was feeling that he was also becoming the holder of Kara with his fingers, palms, arms and legs. Their eyes and lips were sharing their specific individual and common stories. Oria was penetrating in and connecting Kara with all his existence. Kara was surrounding Oria and being locked to him holding their futures in her hands.

"I am holding your manhood in my palm," said Kara.

Oria felt the wonderful miracles of life. He left himself to the wills and desires of Kara.

"You can do anything you want to me," he whispered trembling with a feeling balancing pleasure and pain. He moaned and whispered continuously until their games were over. "I love you, I want you, I want to be with you, I will always want you. You can do anything you want to me." He moaned and trembled until they shared the same space at the same moment in the infinity and eternity of the universe.

Oria read his refreshed past memories. He remembered his experiences and thrills he had lived with her mother. There had been a very special session which had carried all of them to the hills of the universe. It had been guided by his father carefully, like it had been in most of the cases. It was like a masterpiece which could be created only once at a life time. It was perfect and wonderful, but it had finished. After they relaxed, Oria had asked with a respectful voice.

"Mother, why are you doing all these to me?"

His father had replied with a hard and strong voice, while tightly holding her mother and applying pressure to her at different points with different levels.

"Because she loves you," he had said. "Like I love her while doing all these to her."

Oria's manhood was the womanhood of his father and the manhood of his mother. Like his womanhood.

GAME OF SKINS, April 10th, 2084, Monday

Meri tried to remember the history of her games of skins. Her early memories were not easily traceable. Her later memories were better accessible. Her latest memories were as clear as what she was living now. Oria, Met, and Kara were the players of her final memories. Annmeri, Bakara, Metiana, and Banoria were the distinctive characters defining all of them. They had all learned how to play life and love, anger and hatred games from them. They had learned the meaning of “cogito ergosum” from them. They had defined their existences based on the memories they could gain from them. The history, the coincidences, pre-written fates or uncontrollable movements of time and space had created their forms at a certain moment and point to be their universes. They had all tried to understand and find our the actual relation of their universes with the entire universe, but it was not a puzzle to be solved easily. They had all tried various alternatives to pass through the best routes and leave their games at the best positions and best moments.

Meri felt that Met, Kara, and Oria were now all connected to play their final game of skins. It was an incredible feeling to see the meaning of life at a certain point and at a certain moment. It was like a symphony composed by the infinite power of the universe. Meri had not been able to understand which one was the infinite power. Life, or death. At her top moments and points, she had always adored the wonders of life and become ready to accept death in return.

It was not easy to understand which part of the game was coming directly from actions made and signals sent by the others, and which part was being created in Meri's mind based on her past memories and creativity. Meri did not think about reasons and sources after the first moment. She left her mind and her skin to the minds and skins of Met, Kara, and Oria. She was sure that each of them was the best choice for the others. This fact had been shown, understood, and proved during their past relations and connections. What they were living now like was listening to and living the best symphony of the universe.

The game of skins were being initialized and Meri was feeling the beauty of touches on her skin and their specific relation channels with her mind. She was being redefined at every moment and every point with each new response she received from one of her partners. Each touch was reminding a long and rich set of memories between her and one or more of her partners. She was whispering their names with appreciating tones.

"Met, my love. You had always been the meaning of life for me with your each touch I felt on my skin and mu mind. I learned the meaning of connection from you. Kara, my goddess. How well you understand me and how wonderful you can answer to all my desires and wishes. I discovered my specific relation with the universe together with you. Oria, my weak strong partner. I always respects you for your powerful methods for using your limited resources in the best ways. I thank you all. You all brought new meanings to my life at each new moment and point.

It was very difficult to understand how limited touches being applied on a finite skin during a short period could be such strong and powerful during these games. Meri was understanding the reasons of her existence with each touch coming from the eternal world. Each feeling was sensing reach impulses from a point on her skin to the infinity of her mind. She was feeling that her body and her existence were changing. She was living an experience reflecting the infinity and perfectness of the universe. The known meanings of her body and mind had changed. She was living an eternal experience created between her body and the universe. Known words defining her skin and body, her mind and spirit had lost their meanings. The touches she was feeling on her lips, shoulders, cheeks, arms, hands, breasts, lower and upper parts of her legs. The actions she was feeling at all points of her skin having words to define them, other points and movements which had never been assigned a word to describe them. They were all taking Meri from a wonderful moment and point in the universe, and taking her to a much better moment and point. Meri was whispering uncontrollably and continuously.

"Yes, yes, yes. I had always been knowing and now I am believing with all my existence. Yes, yes, yes. This is life. Life is this. I love you. I love you all. This is love. Yes. Yes. Yes. Love is life. Yes. God is life. Oh my god. Oh my god. Life is god."

Meri slept with a relaxed look on her face after completing another session of the game of skins. They were talking about the meaning of life during a long research discussion in her dream. It had never been easy to decide whose words were describing the wisest ideas. It would never be easy.

HUMANITY CHECK, April 4th, 2084, Tuesday

Initializing control systems.

Checking biological existence.

Checking organic thinking.

Checking response freedom.

Checking idea richness.

Checking the capacities of giving birth and support to new thoughts and new lives.

Checking the emotion and logic balance.

Checking the flexibility and the rigidity balance.

Checking the love and hatred balance.

Checking the past and existence balance.

Checking the existence and future balance.

Checking war and peace level.

Checking the power and weakness level.

Checking individual and social compatibility levels.

Checking motion and stillness balance.

Verifying the naturality of the individual inertia.

Checking life and work balance.

Checking work and power balance.

Checking time and space balance.

Checking speed and acceleration.

Checking mass and inertia.

Verifying the integrity of internal and external forces.

Checking skin interface.

Checking audiovisual interface.

Checking mass interface and the subjective effects of tastes and smells.

Checking overall virtual interface ports of the individual species sample.

Checking material existence.

Checking energy existence.

Measuring the current speed of the individual.

Creating the reflection model of species.

Assigning the corresponding parameter values based on the collected data.

Checking the existence of the free spirit.

Archiving and terminating if not exists.

If it exists, receiving the answers of not yet asked questions from the free spirit.

Verifying the randomness and integrity of the replies by comparing them with the built-in dynamic data of initial response pool and behavior patterns maintained by analyzing the past data sets .

Processing the verified reply data set with universal giant data.

Submitting the final report for human approval.

Issuing if approved, archiving if rejected.

Done.

Waiting for the next human response.

THE STORM, March 30rd, 2084, Thursday

Sounds were covering all ears. Vibrations of the atmosphere and the oceans were propagating at sound speed. Lightnings and thunders were carrying fear at electric speed causing unbearable pains in individual minds. Life and future were becoming dark. Hope was disappearing from all visible reflections. The only music left was the symphony of death.

Meri listened to the details of the storm to understand its size and character, but tried not to hear and see the fatal features hidden in its strong structures. She was feeling the power of the universe, which was definitely still much powerful than Kara and her system. She wondered whether Kara also was hearing, seeing, smelling, tasting, and being touched by the timeless and spaceless eternal power of light and darkness, existence and non-existence. "We are still too small and weak," she thought. She touched Met's face caressing his cheeks with her hand and his lips with her fingers. She hugged him tightly as if it were possible to protect him from the powers of Kara and the universe. She kissed him from his lips passionately touching all points of his skin.

"I am here my darling," she whispered. "I will always be here with you. All storms have an end. We will see the sun again. Nobody, even Kara and her system will be able to prevent this. Civilizations and lives are finite. Storms and darknesses are also so. We will see the sun again."

Met smiled. Meri was not able to understand it was a response to her words or a feeling coming from his blurry memories.

FUTURE CHESS BOOK, March 23rd, 2084, Thursday

"I want to give you a book," she said. He replied with a question.

"A book? Why?"

"I want you to read and understand it."

"Is that all?"

"Not exactly. I want you to transfer the book to a human who will understand and transfer the book to another human."

"And you want me to ask her to do exactly what I had done. To ask the new person to request from others to keep the link channel active."

"That's right," she said. "The key is finding the most correct person at each decision. She must be not the best one, but the one who can communicate with you in the most efficient way. The one she will choose will also be chosen according to communication criteria. Communication is the secret for reaching all the secrets of the universe. This is linear or serial type of communication."

"There should be a parallel communication then," he commented.

"In a way, yes, there is fast expansive communication to reach all people in the team and receive individual responses and feedbacks immediately. It had been called with different names all having a part related with two. Binary links, couple connections, dual bonds, power twos, I don't remember all of them. The purpose is the same in all cases. To have active communication between team members to exchange information, understand thoughts, create new ideas and futures. You must have heard about the story of the binary wheat grain pieces on the chess board. Our game binary team chess is a product of this simple idea. You are one of the several best players of our time. That's why I am talking to you in so detail."

"The book, the chess, and the game of life."

"I think you understood well. It is the only choice we have and we will always have as long as the sun exists."

"What will we do after the sun?"

"It is out of scope in this game. They will see what they can do when it fades."

He was not happy with this answer. He tried to find an acceptable explanation to agree with the story she had just told, but there was no solution.

"Must we accept playing this game?"

"Must it be," she said. "I don't know any other game within my accessible universe. I am limited with my space and time. But I would like to understand the rules of your game, if you have any."

"I don't know either," he replied. "But I would love to seek and find new games with you."

This was the beginning of their binary game team, which had later become one of the most successful teams of concurrent future simultaneous chess. Their connections and light grew exponentially to cover the darkness of their universes.

LEARNING YOUR EXISTENCE, March 21th, 2084, Tuesday

"There are many natural and artificial tools and methods to learn and understand your existence," said Bakara. "The history was in fact a trace and sequence of the attempts made within this scope. You must discover your own way and I believe you will be perfectly successful in this challenge."

Kara was too tired of Bakara's physical and mental, practical and theoretical trainings. Bakara was careful and clever enough to understand the changes in Kara's mood. He was a good planner and applier. Kara was slowly changing to become the perfect human in his father's mind. She was deadly afraid of disappointing him and being infinitely happy with any success she showed upon the orders of her trainer. However, as the years passed and Kara created her personal patterns, the game become more difficult to play with its predefined regular rules. It was now a reflection of life with all its details and turbulences. Bakara had understood that the existence of Kara had to be completed soon not to lose her. He lay next to her one night during her sleep and performed a special connection between them using their hands and skins. The links between their skins would create the permanent connections between their minds to assure that Kara would always think, decide, and behave as exactly Bakara requested. The process had to be completed while Kara was in sleep. Bakara was managing the process perfectly to give the necessary stimulations to Kara without awakening her. He was whispering the keywords at certain points and levels of applied pressure.

The locations of their hands and fingers were determinative. Bakara arranged them perfectly comparing his feelings with Kara's responses she made while sleeping and dreaming. He then proceeded with small movements in time and space monitoring Kara's face and her other feedbacks. Kara's hands had learned talking with skins. Bakara was proud of her. Feeling and sharing skins was life. Bakara was trying to give the perfect replies to Kara's moves. They were in such a good harmony that both their faces and bodies were reflecting their relax and happiness. Bakara was whispering with a seductive tone.

"I was always sure that you would reach here and learn living completely. I now know that you know your body and mind, you understand the value of your skin. You know what life is. You see and hear, smell and taste life. But more importantly, you can touch life. Touching life is understanding the universe. It is to understand what you have inside and what there is outside. I know you are feeling not only my hands and fingers, you are hearing not only my words and moans, you are dreaming not only what we could find and reach until this moment. You are now living the infinity of the universe. This is my final lecture. I am leaving you to life, with your ability of learning and improving your existence.

Kara was living the perfectness of her existence at the far heights of her limitless desires. She thanked Bakara in her dream for all the pleasures of life he had taught and provided.

BEING HUMAN TOGETHER, March 19th, 2084, Sunday

"I insist," said Anmeri suddenly. "I will be human even at light speed, even if I become pure light."

"You are human," said Bakara. "You can already be the definition of being human."

Anmeri looked at him suspiciously.

"You must be at least as human as me if you can see and think this."

"Why, do you think, I love you so much?"

"I don't think our views on humanity is the main factor connecting us to eachother," said she, catching Bakara's looks on her skin and her face at the locations he most liked. "Can you promise that you will always be human with me?"

"I will be human as long as I feel you are with me," Bakara said.

Anmeri was thoughtful. She looked in the eyes of Bakara trying to feel the sincerety of his humanity. He was very handsome. It was very difficult to think that he could do anything wrong. She tried to leave all her concerns behind. She whispered while hugging and kissing Bakara:

"I want to believe you will be a part of me while we are being human together."

A SHORT HISTORY OF THE TOUCHES, March 3rd, 2084, Friday

Meri was feeling all the touches made and recorded in the history. Most of them had no meaning for her. Some were as precious as diamonds. She was seeing and hearing them together with their tastes and smell. She was reading a personal history of touches on her skin and in her mind. She was working on a hidden report written by the nature and edited by millions of brilliant minds. She was witnessing the history of the touches of the universe. Individuals were seeing their external worlds through networks around their personal existences. The visible collective social view at a certain time and location was a conclusion of thoughts and feelings created and shared at local units. All thoughts and feelings in the history had been grouped around two basic opposite assumptions on the main priority of touching the Universe. Spiritualists had chosen the mind they need to see their inner and outer worlds, and materialists had chosen the matter they need to survive. It was not possible to be a pure materialist or spiritualist. It was not possible to have life in a system with only energy or with only matter. Life was a result of the continuous changes occurring between matter and energy, darkness and light, body and mind, material and spirit of the individual, discovered and not yet discovered, visible and invisible, known and unknown. It was the product of everything recorded and not recorded. Meri was able to access all details recorded in the history. Not all details had been recorded. There had always been not accessed and unrecorded truths in the Universe. Times had not been sufficient enough to complete all the voyages in spaces. Meri was feeling all the touches made and recorded in the history, but she was also aware that all histories were parts of upper histories written with higher, wider, longer and more permanent perspectives.

It was not surprising for Meri that she could feel all the touches made and recorded throughout the history in the touches they had made between eachother. Met and Meri, Kara and Oria were the perfect representation of their world and their history. It was possible to see their history and current situation in the universe by looking at their individual pasts and experiences.

Meri was feeling the reflections from their pasts, the feelings transmitted with touches were fluctuating between slight pain and slight pleasure. There were neutral moments during transitions. Pain and pleasure were rising and falling due to internal and external effects at three levels. Internal level was individual and it was the personal conception of pain and pleasure, social level was external and it was about collective experiences of pain and pleasure interactions. Universal level was about rising over individual and social levels to reach a wide and common vision of life and existence. The single word existence were replacing all the different names used for life forms in order to scientifically define the concept of seeing all living species as the children of the universe. This idea was not new but with Anmeri, the practical methods of creating a natural and social life system had been worked out and developed. Meri had always found it difficult to understand the reasons of the main conflict between Bakara and Anmeri. She was sure that they loved eachother. What could Bakara's reason be for rejecting the peaceful system proposed by Anmeri and insisting on his materialized power system for control of the individuals through artificial skins? Could it be possible to explain everything for predetermined behaviour patterns and greed?

The first touch Meri felt on her skin was water. It was relaxing, surrounding her and giving trust. She was feeling the miracle of life on her existence. Life and water was freedom. She had been born.

The next touch was hunger. Water was everywhere but she needed energy to survive. She had to find food. She was relaxed and happy whenever she could find it.

The third touch Meri felt on her skin was soil. She was now moving on vast lands. The speed of the new life and the discovery of wider areas were wonderful.

Meri was now thirsty. Water was not everywhere as before. She needed to find it. She could survive whenever she could find it. She was soon dead if she could not find it.

The fifth touch Meri felt was the protection of a home. It was like the cave she lived in before she was born. Water and food were being brought to her new home. Home was protecting her from the dangers outside.

Meri was surprised to see how homes quickly changed and grew becoming parts of villages, towns, cities, and countries. Touches were no more with just hands and simple tools. There were strong new tools capable of killing others and the nature. There were too many scenes of massacres that Meri could not watch. Pleasure and pain had increased. Hedonism and torture were existing simultaneously. Seeing and disclosing the truth were being punished harshly. Supporting existing systems were being rewarded generously.

The seventh touch Meri felt was the protection of a global system. Wars and countries, races and nations were now left behind. Children and life were protected perfectly by Bakara and Anmeri's system. They were trying to build the best future for their worlds. However, a conflict not considered to be important at the beginning grew unexpectedly. Meri had later thought that the main reason could be the differences in the definitions of human made by Bakara and Anmeri. When Meri had read the full details of the part of history they lived in, she had concluded that both had soon been too sorry for not having an agreement instead of following the natural way of competition. The costs had been too high for the futures of both Skinners and Minders. What they had all lost was visible in the stories of Bakara and Anmeri, Oria and Kara, and Merilia and Metilius.

Meri suddenly felt a hand touching her breast softly and immediately forgot all the other thoughts in her mind. The power of life was incredible, she was now cleared of all darknesses with an empty mind and body for a new experience. A carefully planned thought and applied touch was able to give infinite and eternal meanings to individual skins and minds. She tried to understand the source and type of the touch, but as the toucher proceeded she forgot everything and left herself to the mysterious pleasure source. Mystery was now waiting and watching Meri's face and body. Meri was longing to have the next touch but she had no means of changing the actions of her visitor. Mystery patiently arranged Meri's position, placed the planned sources of contact around her body, and started the triggers from the lowest level. Meri was surprised to feel the perfectness of the session, and wondered how Mystery could be more skillful from anyone she had ever had experience with. Meri had always tried to understand herself, but although she had gained quite much information, she was not able to solve the secrets of her existence completely. The contacts she was now experiencing were being made by someone knowing her much better than herself. Meri had experienced every point of her skin with Oria and later with Met, but she had never felt the power of the actions she was now living. Mystery was defining the existence of Meri again, and writing new stories on every separate part of her skin, in her entire mind and body. Meri was having the feeling that life was being injected to everything she had seen and lived, to her existence. Mystery's shadow was moving with confidence, proud of the actions being performed on Meri's skin. Meri had left herself to the shadow moving on her skin going everywhere without any limit. The shadow was not visible until levels of pain and pleasure were increased enough to initiate Meri's uncontrollable actions for living the last stage.

The last touch Meri felt on her skin was Kara. She was continuing to give her controlled pain and pleasure. Meri was happy with the pleasure, was feeling bad with the unexpected pains. Kara was controlling the levels carefully and skilfully. Meri was loving and hating Kara. She was seeing her as the meaning and the enemy of life. Her belief in real life was forcing her to refuse everything offered by Kara, but her fear of death was preventing her from doing that. She was leaving her life to the skillful hands of Kara, accepting in advance every pain and pleasure she will give to her. She looked at Met. "Life cannot be this my darling," she said. "We must stop this, we must absolutely stop that death form of life."

THE THIRTEENTH ART, February 10th, 2084, Thursday

The most significant contribution of Met to the past and future of humanity was the thirteenth art. It was not a new concept defining art and literature concepts with different interpretations varying in a range starting from classical to the unknown powers of modernism and post-modernism. It was not limited with integrating some known and potential concepts of the theories and practices of art in a carefully designed network of knowledge to create a strong base to combine ideas and practices with peoples and theories. It was even not limited with defining local and international, global and universal bases of life combinations. It was above all known bases of knowledge. It was more than art and literature, more than science and technology, more than history and sociology, mathematics and nature interpretations, philosophy and life theories, individual and social mind theories and practices, specific and generalized assumptions. It was simply more than everything known, with a revolutionary understanding, accepting, denying and re-creating of a dynamic relation between everything known and everything not yet known. It was a creative and scientific definition of the artius of existence. Met had suggested the concept based on all the past information he could access. His ideas had spread virally with an incredible speed. Soon, almost everyone in the network of life was aware of him. The brilliant minds had noticed him first, the rest of the operative or semi-operative natural minds had heard about him from Brilliant Mind Network, The Brimind through natural and automated with artificial intelligence communication channels. Thirteenth art was everything lived, recorded, analyzed, developed, described, and defined. It was a name to cover all the past and future human activities from philosophy to advanced universe analysis, from pre-human arts to future art combination researches, from historical social life forms to artificial intelligence supported life networks, from daily life to eternal values, from nothing to everything. It was the art and sport of living.

Meri thought when she had first heard about Met's concept. She was aware of the brilliant approaches in Anmeri's theories and had information on many contributions made to her natural mind approach later. However, Bakara's ancestors were more powerful to impose their knowledge base and ways of seeing to almost everywhere within the system. Hearing about Anmeri had always required special attempts and included some risks. Free mind exchange approach had changed the characteristics of the economical, social, and political management forms of the individual life units. It was becoming more and more difficult to govern the conscious masses with known methods. Walls and barriers were being built everywhere but they were only able to control and limit physical exchange. At the mind level, everything was free. The Skin System was an attempt to have direct control on minds through artificial skins. Bakara could have also preferred to develope and use direct mind control systems using Anmeri's revolutionary communication interfaces in case Minders had accepted to deliver the results of their findings to Bakara for his control system. Since neither Meri nor the scientists following her had not accepted to obey Bakara, he had had to use his own control system through the skin interfaces. The future world with Skinners and Minders conflict had been created upon this disagreement between Bakara and Anmeri, after they went their separate ways. Everything could have been different if Bakara and Anmeri could have found a different and common solution, if Met's mother or Meri's father could have reached to Anmeri for supporting her, or if Met and Meri could have met each other earlier to find ways to prevent the fatal conflict between minders and skinners. It was too late for changing the flow of history using peaceful methods after Kara had won the majority of active communication points. However, Met and Meri never considered using harsh methods. In an age of communication at light speed, preferring violent struggle methods to have control on individual minds would be betrayal to life, to the nature, and to the universe. They had therefore decided separately without knowing about each other to be the defenders of life in a universal network of nature.

When Meri heard more about Met's thirteen art concept and theories, she once more thought how lucky they both were. They were a meaning for each other and their meanings could help all others to find and see their own meanings. To find their ways easier and earlier in their lives, while walking in their own life paths through their life patterns they had found arbitrarily in front of themselves starting from the first intersection point of their existence. Meri tried to imagine and see the last intersection points, the critical four; Met, Meri, Kara, and Oria. She wished to find a human final interface between them. She wished all the skinners and minders to complete their own ways of life in peace with themselves, with each other, and with the nature.

The thirteenth art was an eye to see the past and future. It was a means to see present and understand personal meanings of existence. It was a sport to practice life and reach to some goals. It was a skin to feel the existence of others and the universe. It was a mind to have dynamic reflections of the infinity of space, eternity of time, and volatility of life. However, none of them were sufficient to be a meaning in Meri's mind. The only meaning she could see was Met. Met was the spirit of Meri. She wished everybody, Oria and Kara and all others could also find their meanings.

"I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the spirit inside," she said. She hugged Met and kissed him passionately as if it was the last time she would be able to see and touch and feel him, until she was exhausted.

DOSTOEVSKI'S GOD, February 8th, 2084, Tuesday

Bakara increased the pressure on Kara.

"I am your god," he whispered. "You must do whatever I want. You must obey me."

Kara tried to understand her real feelings and thoughts. It was very difficult for her to see the world free from Bakara's ideas and existence. She had always admired him, respected him, adored him. She had learned everything she needed to understand the universe and herself from him. Life and death, being a human capable of changing herself and her environment to survive, time and space, space and time, the galaxies and the stars, the suns and the planets, the worlds and different forms of life. Everything she knew was based on the theoretical and practical, defined and undefined, formal and informal, planned and spontaneously, delightful and painful, free and bound, limited and infinite, rigid and flexible, unchained and chained, solid and volatile, flowing and viscous (akışkan ve yapışkan), known and unknown pieces of information provided by Bakara with different means and methods. He was perfect in using the most advanced traing technologies getting use of all types of communication means. Anmeri was also very talented in designing specific packages on different subjects, but her deliveries were not as definite and direct as Bakara's determinative messages and requests. Bakara was designing and shaping Kara. Anmeri had not found much chance to interact with Kara. However, the very few examples Kara could try and witness had been sufficient for her to understand Anmeri's personality and her communication methods. Anmeri was not using the words education and training, she was rather using communication for what she was doing, whenever she was asked to give a name for it. Anmeri had teached flowers and water to Kara in several sessions. What she had received had caused unexpected changes in Kara's behaviours and personality. Kara was feeling much happier. She was seeing the world and Bakara differently. She was feeling the sky and was asking new questions to understand what was under it. Bakara had not liked the changes in Kara and had soon forbidden Kara's communication sessions with Anmeri.

Kara whispered with a begging voice although she knew that it would not change the harshness of Bakara's actions.

"Please," she said. "Please softer, it hurts too much. I can't bear it."

Kara's despair was only giving more pleasure to Bakara while he was training her. He was speaking softly with a victorious tone. He was telling the stories of the past and future. His voice was fluctuating between whispers and extreme shouts. He was perfectly controlling his strategy and tactics, he was continuously changing the designs of his actions and audiovisual effects he was using. He was observing the responses of Kara very carefully to find better ways for taking total control of her. He was using all his senses to understand the behaviours of Kara's senses. He was trying to find the perfect balance of pain and pleasure that Kara could feel at the critical point. Kara had to be free enough to continue her life and bonded enough to accept the authority of Bakara. She had to feel both the pleasure and pain delivered by Bakara perfectly to be able to accept his power completely and obey him unconditionally. Bakara was carefully applying his scenario and completing the invasion of Kara's mind and body. He was interfering with all the critical points on her skin to assure his victory. He was talking to communicate with all her senses, aiming to establish a permanent structure in her mind. The levels of pain and obeyance, pleasure and Bakaraism were increasing. Kara was feeling that her skin, her body, her mind, what she had when she was born and what she found later were leaving her. She was being invaded by Bakara to leave her own existence, to be only a part of Bakara for all the rest of her life. Bakara increased all levels to maximum for his final victory on Kara.

Kara shouted with a final attempt to change her future.

"You are not my god. You are evil. A god cannot be evil. If there must be a god, it must be Dostoevski's god. It must be a human god. It must be the god of humanity."

Bakara looked at deeply in Kara's eyes while increasing his harsh actions to fatally critical levels. He seemed to be happy hearing the hopeless screams of Kara under extreme levels of pain.

"Humanity is too small in the universe to be a god. I am stronger than humanity. I am your god. You will obey me. I will take you to the other labyrinths of the universe you yet don't know. This will be the best for you. Believe in me."

Kara helplessly increased her screams to top levels, responding to the extreme forces applied by Bakara to complete her final training.