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.