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.