chapter one

We are ONE

Within the office of the doctor, the 60-year-old woman, a psychiatrist from the top university of the country Smiling, looking at the male, mattress on the chair and took the feet to lie on the lamb. Khun Dum, the chair, a face to face without a sitting The young man complained alone, while the first doctor began to look at the watch. She looked at the light. The message "Mother, don't forget to wait for the next tonight." The number one doctor secretly pressed his mobile phone. She complained of murmur. "Then told him to sit together in front of the page. Alone, nearly forty-year-old men, frowned Trying to collect concepts in the heart. "I saw ... see nothing. Good mood. I lie on the sofa. In the room with what is the psychology, okay, wide image. "The landscape in the bath set speaks to the mirror as if surfing on or preparing a job or being a movie." Drama ". Look at his brother and none ... Calmly, wait, check the light, too. It also ... Wait, what is it? "He tried to sound" Camera! ... Speed ... And Action "How is it telling yourself in the mirror? But on the other hand Landscape in the maze, mood "Dried Gut Who wants to be a mentor with the conclusion, you eat, "The landscape is both the writer and the director still rehearsels ... He started fighting with himself in the mirror. In the mirror in the mirror, "straight, 30%. You are just the floating part on the iceberg. The truth is 70%, namely subconscious until the mind is unconscious. Which you know deeply that this mortar age Time to choose to study movies Or a cool word that FILMMAKER is a year, or ten thousand people Movie supervisory students He likes to be an action, action and cut. "Landscape 30% that we see both speaking and seeing Are you thinking of "just action, it doesn't have it, the action, the action has been watching? Behide the Scene, when George Lucas directed Star Wars." He looked at himself in the mirror. That looks different from Good mood, ignorance, hot, cold, stabilized, stained in the mirror And himself That is all done The landscape feels hurried to wipe the hand, wipe the mirror and Dman ... "How many days is it?" How many days have you gone? He hurried to use the tissue ... "The Damson!" He uses cardboard, cone, wipe the mirror instead of the different dimensions. In a room like a set that is a psychiatrist in the movie He wears a blue-sleeved shirt. And pants, both shirts and ... Slipping jeans, long legs, tiny, he looks better than the landscape before ... but that is just outside. Because this landscape is still confused, making the doctor The original, but different, she looks elegant and made of fashion, fashion, not falling. Until looking as a forty-old doctor Khun Doctor, nominated, pressing a little loud pen ... She looked like ... "Pen Or open the drug that once said, "Doctor said, a prompt garden" Enough! OK, she saw something hurry. The doctor had an appointment with her husband. "She hurriedly closed the chat line. Who talked to her husband, but why did the doctor had not had a child ..." The face of the face quickly grabbed his pick-up. The landscape is clearly heard. "I said, I asked right! The doctor was the same as if the doctor had a mental problem. Who will the doctor talk to? I listened. But would not be the same price .. "Khun Moscow "This is a young father, a professional writer. Or the director may have to repeat the money as well! "The landscape is turned back." Not true. I say more than a doctor again. Or that the more you say ... "The doctor said the garden" The victim! Dream victim Here I will not remind you. And didn't lie too The career she risked to shoot over the climbing of the glass, wiping the mirror. There is a research that the writers have the highest suicide opportunity in the US. And the other, this is probably because we rarely see this career Have you ever encountered it in the field filling the document? Quit playing and see what we see. We talked to each other. "Hum, right, right? At the response, the psychiatrist is Panchain. "The doctor is scolded." Can you not take the politics someday? "Homeless, dark eyebrows." Pancin is probably considered good. Because the North Pole Snow is still covered, "the independence "Is this really a writer? Knowledge around The North Pole does not have a punk. Most of them are in the south pole. "The skill of the kink" booed the doctor. I look stupid again. But first The most suicidal career And the number one is the dentist! "The landmite answer Before frowning "But in that movie, Brook Willli shows that Movever But forgot only in the doctor's line together, but it's a hollywood. I mean the survey of the writer, suicide. It comes from the headlines in CNN. BBC or the whole world according to the same news I don't understand Today, which way is it? I found only the head outside the western head. "He looked frustrated. And said that "Damn It", the doctor Talk to the doctor, the end, hurried back to try to sleep. "I saw me saw ..." And seem ... His eyelids will be still up. Consciously and meditation ... Landscape of the red head in the yellow orange fabric He is like ordained as a monk that seems. Meditate after the altar There is a Buddha image and the Naga 7 head as the backdrop "within the forest. The landscape doesn't say anything ... "The monks are inquetting." Forget to put this dress and call the name. The monks "The breath of the breamer of the projectors himself in the bright side." He saw the horoscope ... "sighing again. "Why is it necessary to have a small light, round, just a light, light, but not a lot of fire, but there is a fairy, running into a dog or a dog. Bugnie bugs, stirring heels How will this think not to be copyright?

Phumi was sitting writing a script at a desk at his computer, which looked different from the monks' room. It was hard to explain whether the monks meditating in the old wooden hut were imagining their own careers as directors and writers. The monk slowly opened his eyes to look at the window, and he saw nothing but a quiet room. He closed his eyes again, and suddenly, "Hey, what are you looking at? I've ordered action." The monk looked at Phumi, who was staring at the director's chair, ordering the lighting team and cameramen to prepare to wipe the actors' faces. But Phumi quickly stopped the female makeup artist because he was pouting and turned to look at Ang and put his hands together in a wai. He was a monk. He whispered, "Wait, there's no mood." The female makeup artist understood. "Phumi... Hmm, let's do this. Hey, monk, can you stop sighing? I've typed a lot already." The monk shook his head and quickly sighed in and out loud as if he was saying, "Don't think too much, just calm your mind, go in and out," said the monk. "Are you sure that monks said that?" Phum in the room was shocked, with drawings and post-it notes all over the room like a detective movie.

"In, out, in, out or Put, Tho, Put, Tho." The young man sitting next to the bong quickly snapped out of his meditation and turned to stare at the candle... "Wait a minute, why are you staring at the candle?" Phum quickly put out the candle. "Sit down, you son of a bitch." Phum, the director, got his script paper smacked on his knee by his producer boss. "Sit down, you should really slap me." The producer smacked Phum's script paper on his head. The director frowned. "What is it, brother? I didn't sit down, I just made up my own mind. I have all the information. Look at the scene, look at your pose, it's exactly the same." The producer. "What does Put, Tho mean? Go check it out." Phum, the director, writer, and the monk picked up their smartphones and pressed to read. After saying at the same time, "Ask mom for a sec," all three typed on the GOOGLE web page.

"From the dictionary by Google a.k.a. gaia, Put, Tho is the word... Exclamation! Hey, really? Words uttered out of pity, boredom, or annoyance, etc." The three stared at the word "Buddha" thinking they already knew.

"I thought they already knew. I thought it was Mother Earth's voice. I don't know what Gaia said, but I think the monks really thought that way." It's just that we are in different places, times, and." Phumi, the scientist, quickly recorded the mathematical formulas on the wall, scribbling them down until they looked like Albert Einstein's language or formula wallpaper. "What the hell are you imagining, evening professor?" Phumi held a ruler in his mouth and used black ink to circle the incorrect mathematical formulas. He circled them over and over again as if they were going to become a quantum shape. Three circles crossed at a hexagonal angle, and they spun until they became sideways circles like the universe. "Hey! But who imagined it? That Tasmanian thing? Hey, it's TAZ like Zzz.." Phumi, the physicist, poured the experimental chemicals into a glass bottle. He made a sizzling sound like what he was playing with his tongue. However, this snake was in a jar in the science classroom…

"It's clearly American. See? I caught it." The young woman had a clear voice. Look happy to decipher the Thai accent. "Wait a minute." Physicist Phumi sniffed the newly mixed substance. He looked through the square frame of the door. The female students were chatting loudly. Phumi could make out that the innocent woman's voice was behind the wall. "What? The sound from the wall? I'm not an outsider of the Matrix like in the movies. I just feel like they're watching me." Phumi, who was staring at the microscope, stopped. He picked up his phone to turn down the volume. He frowned. "It's on mute. Where's the sound coming from?"

The other Phumi, who was in a bright white square room as far as the eye could see, wore a long white dress like a scientist and wrote the letters Mμ "Mu". The knowledgeable Phumis squinted their eyes. "Actually, there must be the sound of a record skipping. Don't tell me this asshole is the smartest. He seems to be stuck in his imagination. Damn it. I wrote a new script and submitted it like crazy. What the hell is he writing? There's no conflict from what I've learned. If a movie is without conflict, the audience won't know what they should focus on." While Phumi, the writer, was describing the problem on the radio tape recorder like a journalist or writer, he spoke in a handsome voice. "From the record on April 16 or March, but wait, my asshole, I forgot to press record."

"That's the point." Scientists, mathematicians, and physicists were working on their own twitching, as if they had to stop listening to each other. "But for the young male writer, I think the mysterious voice of the woman is different from his imagination. Because those voices, no matter how much Moo." Many people's voices "Mew!" That xxx, but for the writer, he only heard the positive side of "Mew." Phum pressed Google Translate to pronounce "Mew," which made him gasp. "Hey, but I want to say that I really don't know this word." Phum from the west. "Asia," Phum, the writer, complained. "Who the hell is cursing me? I thought the voice that cursed me wasn't me anymore. Because people will support their own ideas, no matter how bad you do. You have reasons for not choosing to look down on yourself." Phum from the west. "Calm down. Asia means Japan. The word Mew in Japanese is a young girl's name, meaning a raindrop."

Joy, a 38-year-old woman, was pressing her phone, stunned by the letters μ and N. Nam. She zoomed in on the Greek letters. "Everyone, look, the letters are the same. So what does it mean in Greek?" She closed her eyes tightly. "No need to open it. It's the 12th letter or the lost continent, which could mean beautiful Atlantis." Joy laughed and smiled. "Your voice is so beautiful." While the song, Blues, is sweet like a courting scene. "Holy shit, whose voice was that just now? I'll read on. It's a physics symbol that means micro. It's a water droplet." Phum hiccuped and picked up a bottle of Singha to read. "I'll call the producer first to ask for sponsorship." Another voice said, "I think they'll SUE and sue you." Phum looked at the words smart micro filter. "You guys shut up for a second!" Phum held the Singha bottle and thought. "Let me tell you, the bottled water brand I like." Phum sighed. "I think you guys are real. Everyone. So I want to hear a woman's voice." Everyone seemed to agree and fell silent.

Joy Yak, the medicine that the envelope is the figure, the slim Joy before putting the water bottle, lion bedside and leaping down to sleep, press the mobile phone, "her, do you hear us?" Joy frowned, hurriedly grabbed the medicine to look and shocked. " Mother's voice shouted. Please let Joi open the music. "Mae Joy is less than half. My mother was just a few times. Joy had no ... "The boys gapped. "Hope not to be a job" and keep immediately the joy, then put the head of all the boys. "Do not come to see Joy." Okay, the boys say Joy. But not pronunciation "Call .." The boys open mouth. "Don't know if the word sensor is dad!" Joy hurriedly answered the day. "I said," The writer is nodded. "Positive Challenge. Have you ever heard the Hashtique." The other landscape rush to press the mobile phone. "Oh, wait. Wait a minute, check the prize money first." The other landscape "Challenge XXX Mr. Should I call you? Is it a prize money? Whoever has been awarded? Who has ever received a prize from Planking Challenge? Now, Mae Mae Up, a lot of all." What do you think of the physicist? Gallery Do you have a name? Everyone thinks that someone asks each other. And answer all the same name, except Wait, I never ask my name. "I answered the cone." Land "." This cone wrote wrong. Pronounce to miss Because it will tell you the male together. "Show that everyone is thoughtful." Oh Lady. I may imagine you because I like more physics. Because I teach it You may help me because Taz Boy. The full name is Tasmanian Devil. "The mathematical drawing is a calculator. 666. He quickly deleted. But secretly use the ink Make it more prominent "Here, the physicist, we called the opposite side, quit who is good or a good" Pearl physics, mixing chemicals until it has black. He made a face like it. " It should be spoken in the same way. Conclusion is "He looked at the Taz Boy, a circular, like a black hole." Blackhole "On the other hand, the mathematics is exclaimed." Oh Shit. Wait for OH Holy and Taz. "He looks at The image of the letter C.u. The writer hide. "No longer distance, if it is a space image, must be the image size. L.S. or Long Shot. Really taken, can see the black hole image from many formula characters. C.U becomes) (Like the hole, the water that is spreading into two ways. Changed to" Black and White Holes ", the image cut to the place as if the religious cult Foreigners get drunk, mushroom mount while the landscape in the Luke Reggae knitting, De Rock, looks as if Bob Marley hit the ancient emotional built-in. "We dive into memory. In the deep side of the ice cube And you will see what you ... Only to answer it. "The image of the light group that rotates is okay. Open the stopper in the bathroom. Or rotating as if the Tasmanian Devil, the image of the space in space, gathered into two cones And the whole world looks like Saturn And the tip of Tonado was drilled into the North and South Pole. It is straight to the center of the world axis that may not be Always hot, because at the southern end of the world that we never understand The mother of the earth is forgetting to wake up !!! Her hair is spreading around the waves. And after the eyes of the mother of the green sparkling These aliens in the human body Or in the Bible, calling him "The heaven" was forgotten as if the Mother Earth is the center of the whole world. Connect with the universe The greatest description Both stars in the solar system As well as tens of thousands of galaxies She chose to find A group of hundreds of thousands of lines spread around the world. Looks like a plexiglass, science or gypsy. When the witch, the world, the world's famous Catch the pillow as the ball size It has a shock electric sparkle along the fingertips of scientists who have placed the basis of the technology of the world in modern times. But the PLASMA Ball ball became the whole world And the tenth fingertips of the whole world holder Is a group of hundreds of thousands of people in the population of eight billion people From the proportion if thinking of a circle graph These groups will look like a second hand. In the amount of eight billion people, the problem is that we cannot know who is the angel. The bubble sound through the water as if oxygen, the fish, landscape (can be marijuana) "Hey Angel Used to see Alien GOD documentary by Discovery CH or History CH. This is not sure. But he used the word called Alien God, the alien god Wait a minute before the landscape. (Pi Pi Khapa) hurry to print. "Stop. Gugu." Landscape (Director, Media). He pumped the pocket, frowned, shouting, asked, "Hey, the bank, Roll Joint." Hey, then talk to anyone. Landscape looks outside Working room that turns off the lights Only him and the computing montage of the production house, the landscape is like trying to talk to something. He moved the face near the mobile phone. And imagine that the listener is at the end of the line "Are you thinking of finding the keywords? I've tried to offer Want to do the same But the problem is a short documentary It is rare. Because of the secret story of the Documentary, UFO series has a thousand! How do you know the documentary? Sometimes it seems without navigation. If I say I see UFO or believe in fantasy fiction like UFO "Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena" landscape (physicist, west)

Speak English, like the local Phum speaks his own language, while Phum (smoking marijuana) tries to adjust the sound from the radio app when the signal is intermittent. "What the hell is wrong with the internet? What era is this? It's not a radio," he grumbles. The clever Phum laughs softly. "Sorry, UAP must have gone out of your brain system, which is only" He tries to make his big round hands smaller. The western Phum speaks softly, "Asia".

Phum (smoking marijuana) looks at the Google Research web page with keywords that seem to be the opposite of the clever side, doctor crazy alien meme, but what he finds makes him gasp. "Are you calling me! Scientist?" While the scientist is joking around by himself, he exclaims softly, "Oh, didn't you say you only heard Positive?"

The computer screen of the meme that he saw before didn't say the word Alien, but instead changed to the word Asia!!! "What the hell? I just typed the keywords "Meme+Doctor+Crazy+Alien, that's all." The clever Phum shakes his head, emphasizing himself. "It's not funny. Why do you call him that? He's famous, you know. Why don't I feel like he's a crazy alien? Memes like to tease each other. Let's say if his face is talking interspersed with Stephen Hawking and Professor Michio Kaku, it's not ordinary. And where did you say you couldn't find it? Here are a lot of them." He wrote keywords with specific words, such as the Bible, secret codes, and the interpretation of religion from a current scientific perspective. "You have to watch the three people talk about ALIEN GOD again." But suddenly the music changed to a new style, which sounded like a gangster war, shooting and fighting. "In conclusion, in the past, people came from the sky and were called angels. But these days, we call them aliens. Let's call them aliens. Because I'm not sure. I might be talking to... Phumi, the director, lying down exhaustedly on the sofa. "Or am I really talking to an angel?" He finished speaking and blew marijuana until it almost reached the bottom of the filter. "I don't think so. If the angels look at it, it's far from ..." He looked at what he was holding in his hand. "Since we're already in touch, help me come up with an idea to pitch my work. Let's say there are 144,000 real angels. Phum frowned, thinking. "I'm not trying to be sarcastic, but the words in the media are important because there has to be a narration. Should we call them 144,000 angels or people? But if we say there are 144,000 aliens in human form... Do you think we should use the word limiting the number with people or you or the organization for?"

"Extraterrestrials or extraterrestrials, if people who are not extraterrestrials really exist, it's like using a spoon to scoop into the ocean and say there are no fish in the ocean. Thank you very much for that." Phum, a mathematician from the East Asian side, didn't have time to finish before the drunken Phum snapped back. "Hey, this is disrespectful, isn't it? E.T.? It looks like an adult movie or something."

Phum from the West shook his head and sighed deeply at the right side. Before squinting to the left side, "By the way, what did you just say? The constant E (e) or nicknamed 2.718, which is the base number of the natural logarithm, and the value of Pi (π) nicknamed 3.141, which is the ratio of the circumference to the diameter of a circle. So e and i or the imaginary value, one of the complex numbers that when squared gives −1, are the most beautiful mathematical equations in the world (mathematical beauty).

Phumi put down the bong and read through it on Google. He yawned deeply. "In conclusion, it is the Mona Lisa of art, huh?" Phum, the mathematician, cut him off. "This drunkard, Monet is considered a child because he was made by human hands. But what we are talking about is stars, or God created these equations. The question is, should we call things parts, people, units, or molecules? They all come from five constants: e and i and π and yes or no or 1 and 0. Doesn't it make it easier to see?

Phum, the director, drives home in an old classic car. He tries to change the channel. "The signal is hard to hear. Let me ask you, mathematician. Nowadays, do you see green numbers running like in the Matrix?" Phum, the mathematician. "If you're not creative, then keep quiet. I hope you get caught by the police. Your eyes are swollen. Remember that. Your license will be permanently revoked." Phum ponders and quickly puts out his marijuana cigarette and throws it out the window. He grumbles, "Seriously? Permanently revoked? I think I'm better at driving drunk than drunk." Phum, the Westerner. "Oh, Third World. Do you still drive drunk?"

Phum, the Westerner "Mathematicians, can you conclude that E.iTT looks like the word E.T.? It might actually be about plus and minus, right? Look! You see what we see, right?" The four of them were driving and each pulled a Snoop Dogg dice out of the rearview mirror. The drunken Phum pretended to bow. "Excuse me, Reverend Snoop. If I met your father (the police), he would have shined a flashlight in my eyes for sure. How am I supposed to know that the people I pass on the street are really angels?" Fon muttered. In the congested traffic area of ​​Bangkok, people were waiting for a bus, motorcycle taxis were picking up passengers, and vendors were smiling and chatting with each other. Some sat with blank faces, looking out the windows of the air-conditioned buses. Phum pondered, looking at the water drops falling on the glass. It flowed down a long path, both slowly and quickly. "Hmm, don't look down on me. If these people, we knew that they might be something more than people, would we still see them as us? Or if we were that thing, would we see them as better or lower? Or would we think we were special? Because on the outside, we are also people."

The girl's clear voice interrupted the conversation. "Just read the code. For example, 144 could be time. Right now, our world's time zone is 1:44. Who knows? Joy could be an alien! No, that sounds too brutal. An alien whose blood is flowing like acid, can I be E.T? It sounds much more friendly and positive than an alien, right?" Joy's voice sounded cheerful, and her thoughts were as bright as flowers. The four dimensional guys sat imagining and smiling. "Joy, I have something I want to ask you. 1:44 is 1:00 PM or almost 2:00 AM." Phum from the West. "I have a 2:00 PM class." Phum, both the director and the drunkard, said at the same time. "I didn't ask you." Phum, the scientist, frowned. "I want to kick the room design in the podcast. Oh... But can it kick people out of the room?" Phum from the East. "Excuse me, is what I said meant to be disrespectful to the other side's mobile system?" Joy sighed. "Stop looking down on Android, Joy. It's almost 2:00 AM now. Still can't think of a book idea." Joy used a magic marker to scribble the number 144 in a simple five-pointed star. Suddenly, she thought of something. "Star (muttering) Hey, guys, let me ask you something. Who's a Star Wars fan?" The guys quickly answered as if they were arguing, raising their hands to answer the teacher's question. "Yes, why?" Joy wondered. "What does the phrase "may the force be with you" mean?"

Mathematics "Should we let the original, the Western side, answer, or should we let the TV program director answer?" Drunkard Bhum "I'll answer for you. It means the director's birthday. If I remember correctly, he was born on the 14th." Joy frowned and counted a bit. She grumbled softly, "May is the 5th month. If George Lucas was born on the 14th of the 4th month, he must be an angel in human form."

Physics (Physics) checked the students' answers. He frowned at the 4th date in his assignment book. He complained, "Since the 4th and you just submitted it?" Phum wrote a big F on the exam while he saw Phum, who was smoking marijuana, sitting in the classroom, staring at him with a pipe, as if it was a vision. Phum, the drunkard, "Don't tell me you're giving Fs to kids who study science to get by? That's so cruel. By the way, you're still single. Try watching the great mathematician, Nobel Prize in Economics Professor John Nash. Maybe you'll have some mathematical skills to flirt with girls." Phum, the westerner, frowned and rubbed his eyes, staring at the drunken Phum sitting in the student chair. "I'm not a marijuana smoker anymore. You're too good. How would you know a professor?"

Phum, the drunkard, "A beautiful mind, you idiot. Haven't you seen Russell Crowe? I think you're starting to be like him, don't you think?"

Phum, the physics professor, pondered. "Gosh, he's only a freshman. What do you expect? Let me imagine it a little bit more." Phum, the physics professor Nodding, "But it's good because there are only a few people to send. Let's take A." And Phum drew a straight line that looked like the letter I (i) connecting the word F to become A (FI), which looked like the number π.

"Phum in the yellow robe, speak up. Hey, you guys, be careful not to talk about people who exist in the real world, especially those who work in mass communication. Phum in the yellow robe, frowned deeply, spelled out this word S-U-E, sue! Seriously, at your level, I'd rather put you in jail. Phum in the yellow robe, his face was serious, he couldn't meditate anymore."

The four young men from different dimensions listened intently to Joy's every word. It seemed like she was reading out loud what she thought and scribbled down until it became a diary. "Actually, Joy should be called the orange robe," said the drunk Phum, while Phum the director sneered. "Wow, just the drunk position alone isn't enough. Be careful, hell will eat you up." Phum quickly interjected. "No, this isn't the color of Thai monks. But we're talking about PROMETHEUS, dubbing the sequel to the Alien movie! Let's call it Phum in the yellow robe. It might be what they call our Higher self, or your higher self."

Everyone checked the internet and of course, the word PROMETHEUS in google images & Paint all found pictures of the Last God in orange clothes, whether it was the orange silk of the Roman era or the orange shirt of the young god PERCY.

Phum, who was smoking marijuana, lay naked in the room alone. "Luckily, I have a white blanket." But the orange light of the lamp shone like.. color... Phum quickly pressed the switch to turn off the light immediately!

Phum in the yellow robe who was meditating intently felt like there were insects flying around him. He secretly swat it, but stopped. He could only stare at the mosquitoes on his arm and they were calmly sucking his blood. While on the other side of the dimension, Phum, the opposite of Dharma, swat a mosquito to death with blood all over his arm. "Why did you hit it, layperson? It only lives for 7 days." P

Phum, the drunkard, looked angry. "7 days is too short. I hope to meet the number 13 soon. Phum, the mathematician. "What do you mean? Is 13 a ghost number?!" Western style, right? So superstitious," the drunkard Phum immediately retorted. "Jesus had 12 disciples. If you count him, Jesus is the 13th. I mean, mosquitoes are creatures that never get enough. One mosquito can bite you all night long. In seven days, it can even give you malaria." Phum Thammatham thought and made a decision! Smack! He opened his palm and found blood all over his palm. He quickly wiped it before holding his temple.

"Don't tell me the monk has already killed the poor mosquito. From the sound of it, it sounds like he has committed a great sin. Oh my, I'm so naughty. Do I really have another self, another dimension, to become a monk? Don't tell me that all the time I've cut my hair and shaved my head like Speed ​​1995 until now, he's counting on his fingers. I better not remember. Damn it…"

Phum the director "Hey, which Phum said he was a Christian? You're on the opposite side, aren't you? Do you know that I was born a Christian as well?" The drunkard Phum put down the bong with an irritated face. "Oh, why didn't you tell me? "Are you trying to trick me?" Director Phumi said. "I've already removed that word from my ID card. Whenever people see my ID card, they always ask me, 'Are your parents foreign?' It's like I've forgotten my roots."

The two scientists laughed together. The rivals, the director and the eater, sat and smoked, wondering, "What are you two aliens laughing about in science? I can't understand." Physics "Let's say that right now, all the Bhumis must be Asian. That means all the numbers should be positive. But anything that is overcooked is called burnt. So the word negative should be a bit. If, for example, there are ten numbers 1-9 and 0, you should have at least one negative number. And I think the number four or Si would be suitable for us.

Drunken Bhum has an idea in his head." Bhum took out his imaginary laser sword and slashed it, making the sound of a laser. May the FOURTH (4th) be with you. The background was pitch black. Drunken Bhum brandished the laser sword in front of Bhumtham.

Bhumtham shook his head as he imagined his friends from another dimension in his head. He opened his eyes from meditation. Before he could hold back any longer, he took out the cigarette that he had kept under the Buddha statue. He secretly climbed up the table, standing facing the gap in the wooden board, which was just enough for him to blow out the cigarette. Before he could light it up, Joy's voice made him stop. "Didn't you say you were a religious person? If you're going to do this, you should stay in the room and blow marijuana like a marijuana smoker. You won't get your religion dirty," Phum hurriedly got off his chair until he almost fell. It seemed as if Joy was going to help him. Phum was shocked and ran away as if he saw a ghost. "Don't touch me!" Phum slowly opened his eyes and looked at where Joy was looking. It turned out that he was alone.

"Hey, you, monk, don't you know the real thing? You even lit a cigarette. Let me ask you for real. Which girl kissed him so that his body would be in the religious path and let him go like this?" Phum, who was calm, held a bag of popcorn. "You don't have to tell me what made me hungry. Who just talked about the past? Let me tell you, if you were dumped or your wife ran off to have an affair, I wouldn't ordain." Phum in the monk's robe. "The question is, have you guys made it through COVID?"

"Three or four years, I think. But monks mean the cooldown period or the lockdown period. Because if you ask a drunkard like me, I'll tell you straight that I'm still fooling myself that COVID is taking its toll on you." Everyone was completely silent. "Same here. You're not the only one who lost your job. I can't sell my work, I just think about it all day." The director sighed, looking at the shooting schedule, which is less than 4 times a month. "Look, I have less than 4 shootings a month. Before, I could barely move. What do you think, Peter Parker? Has he proposed any scientific research yet?" Phumi Tawan is "stern-mouthed." As for the mathematician, "Mine? It's almost impossible. What I think goes beyond numbers in a notebook. I actually want to have a laboratory, but even if COVID disappears for ages, it's still hopeless because I was born in the Third World."

"What are you going to do? Let me ask you. What kind of crazy laboratory does it cost millions?" The physicist was a little irritated, while the walls of Phumi, the mathematician, were decorated with three overlapping circles, like the symbols seen in the movie Contact and symbols of the time travel machine in the modern game. In the most beautiful equation, I see -1 and +1, i and all possible values. As for e, right now, I see it as us, bodies or a thing, no different from energy.

"You aliens! Stop talking right now," Phumi's voice rang out. "What the hell are you two doing with mathematics? And science, huh? You don't have to look down on each other like this." The knowledgeable Bhum spoke and supported each other, except for Bhum, his rival, who sat still, popcorn still in his mouth. "I haven't even said anything yet." The other person supported. "Me too, I haven't even thought about anything yet."

Bhum in the monk's robe, clasped his hands together and bowed to the Buddha statue repeatedly. "I apologize to myself. I'm just afraid that you guys will be the cause of... (feeling uncomfortable) making me believe that our world has ended during the past COVID. We've gone back in time, correcting all the mistakes. It's not easy to believe that all of us were there at that point."

Bhum smoked marijuana, his mouth agape, before slowly chewing popcorn, thinking carefully. "Where is it? In conclusion, your girlfriend didn't leave you, right?" Bhum in the monk's robe, lowered his head, staring at the stain. The black shadow that was a stain on the floor looked like a shadow. "Oh, here it comes again." He closed his eyes tightly. "Peter, when will you find your own shadow!" Bhum Tawan-ok "Peter is currently looking for a new research that will change the old things." He swiped through the file of documents he had done. "Peter Pan, not Peter Parker. The whole thing happened because Peter Pan made the shadow disappear! That was my first sign." He looked at the wall, floor, and looked out the window. He saw floating, dark shadows that looked like people in various places. "Try typing Shadow + Nuclear in Google and press Picture. You'll understand what I mean."

"Fuck, why did you go so far? Which temple are you in? Tell me. I'll call the police. Are you on drugs?" Director Phumi looked at pictures of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The shadows he saw were people who died abruptly, as if they evaporated into thin air, leaving only black shadows from bodies that were burned to the point of having no cells left. Joy, who was looking at her mobile phone, covered her mouth in fear. "Honestly, Reverend, I think there's another place that would be more suitable than a temple. I think you're thinking too much. And don't tell me that point is us who are in another dimension, cheating death, or who have died and come back to play the game of life again. I mean, Joy can't imagine what will bring us to that point. The end of the world? No way. I can't imagine it."

"Hmm… It took too long to start a conflict, you jerk." Phumi, in a torn suit Looking like a homeless person, sitting in a cave lit by a campfire and his best friend, a ping pong ball that he is bored with, can only throw ping pong balls against the wall and receive the condition of Phum (or the first Phum), looking like he hasn't showered in months, staring at the fire. "Do you know something? They say that in the past, the Greeks described the virtual world or the Matrix. Do you know what it was like?" Phum made hand gestures to make a little bird fly in the air, but its reflection turned out to be a flock of airplanes flying over the city, and the flames were raging. "They described the Matrix or the simulation world as someone lit a campfire for cavemen to watch. The director or the showman would show different shadows. Be many animals and us ...

As the caveman stared and believed that what he saw was his whole world, nothing was outside the frame, like a VR face camera, until…"

Phum (the first person) pushed the big rock away. Suddenly, the sound of the planes flew all over the sky. "Shit… This sound, Guile, is clearly a sonic boom." I better go back. Phum quickly closed the dark cave. While outside, the countryside house became a sea of fire.

Phum, in the saffron robe, held his temples and quickly knelt down to worship the Buddha statue. With the sin of thinking only negatively, he grumbled to himself, "Number one, Guile from the game Street Fighter. He can tell the country, man." Phum, the western side, opened his mouth and waited to listen for a long time. "Hey, who was that voice earlier? Is it a new character? And you… Guile is a soldier of my country, the United States."

Phum, in the beggar's guise, opened his mouth. He quickly found a stone to scrub his skin instead of taking a shower. "Oh, my country. You can talk. Don't let me know that you have the same skin color as me. And it's me. No, we probably look exactly the same. But me and the drug addict are probably different because I haven't smoked anything in almost my whole life, if you don't count the word "tried".

The drunkard Bhum looked down at the cigarette in his hand before looking in the mirror, checking his teeth, and suddenly he heard, "Who called me, you son of a bitch? The first one, you're a negative, aren't you? Why? Even though I'm a drunkard, I'm not a braggart. Do you have Internet? On the same side, the Alliance, don't listen to him. He's a braggart. What man hasn't drunk or smoked?"

Bhum (Number One) immediately retorted, "Yeah, if I had secretly smoked in the bathroom when I was a student, I would have been beaten up. No, I mean if you didn't have an army of subordinates." Bhumtham quickly replied angrily, "You guys, hey, laymen, don't listen to him, just listen to me." Bhum (Number One) "Oh, you son of a bitch. Because your world hasn't ended yet, your world must be beautiful, right? You haven't seen it. You probably don't believe what it looks like on the outside. I must have just been so tired that I was castaway, right? They used charcoal to ignite it. Imagination is a smiling face or frowning :( or OH :0 What did you say earlier, mathematics? About the numbers 0 and 1 in the five most beautiful equations, which one is more beautiful? 1-5

Phum, the mathematician Every question is interesting. So which one do you want me to answer? If you are not friendly with the superpowers, it is not surprising that you may be on the opposite side. It starts now. Let me answer this question scientifically because I believe in parallel dimensions. Phum, the movie critic, "Oh, who said about parallel universes? Nowadays, I read the synopsis of superhero movies and found this word. And... I don't have to watch it because it is not true at all!"

Joy's ping pong ball hits the wall. "Don't let me know who gave Thai women the meaning of ping pong balls." Joy threw the ping pong ball at the wall while Phum (Number One) also threw the ping pong ball at the wall. "Oh, and don't let me know who said that two races with advanced technology can communicate across dimensions and universes. It is like throwing a ping pong ball and hitting it against the wall. And both sides did it at the right time when the small ping pong balls passed through and intermingled. There is a chance of one in a million. Please, please, the mathematician. Don't think too long."

Mathematician "Let's just say there's no such thing as coincidence. One in a million for some things. And what I just said about ping pong balls, watch your mouth. The person who made the comparison, Stephen Hawking, a theoretical physicist, was the inspiration for"... Bhum (Number 1) is like, stop praising me now. What does Hawk mean? Hawk is a symbol of the United States. Bhum from the West is angry. "Hey, why are you so rude? This isn't about money or the first or third world. If manners weren't in another dimension, you..." He made a gesture as if he was going to punch himself in the face. As for everyone, if you could count, there were about 6-7 dimensions, or people or other things that came together like energy. In a dimension where everyone is alone, everyone said in unison that Number 1's dimension was very rude to a superpower. Bhum (Number 1) "I'm crazy. Give me some meth to eat. Everyone in the city, the country, and even on TV is talking about it. I've never been a third world. You look down on a superpower that has never lost a war... No, who said we won World War II? Because we lost, we have cool friends." Western Bhum "Huh? Do you mean Adolf Hitler?" Bhum (Number 1) threw a ping pong ball against the wall. "Don't let anyone find out who looks down on our friends."

Joy was startled and put down her pen. "Hey, I don't care if you're the number one world, number one, or the world that's about to end. But don't talk about worshipping them. It might sell Hollywood." The boos and sighs of the guys. "People are delusional. How do we know you're a person?"

That's right. Everyone said the same thing. "Is… it true?" The ping pong ball was cut in half into two pieces… Bhum, the beggar, walked over to pick up the ping pong ball with care as if it were something he loved. "It's okay. My only friend. I'll take care of you. Bhum, the beggar, cried as if he had lost his friend. Wilson, the beggar Bhum, the last group of humans, tried to put the ping pong ball back together." It was a circle. ()

Meanwhile, Bhum, the beggar, smelled himself before nodding without responding. But the difference was that he didn't cry or overact like the innocent girl described. He twisted and broke it into two opposite poles. Shiva's Drum or Wormhole of Black and White Hole )(

To be continue

(Thx google translate for bringing thai word to English hope this script or book can't make many people mistake with power of words randomly

And Babel tower will broken again or can fix with Gaia 😂 god only knows