Waggishness chases horror in this whopper as a rogue mechanical moon burns through the deep exosphere while simulant SA Mesif Lanerg reasons with the ghost satellite's former inhabitants, Ghostsaters.

It had been foretold the target city - its cause somehow begging to be homed in on, Mesif Tilrehd Lanerg, a technician with dreams of claiming land far from his bustling Plant and Animal Relics' Combustible-Oil-Coal-Gas-Based (Parcocgab) city (Tiligne Tum) of which the founders having chosen its erection atop the center of attention, and having prayed a fruition never to be rendered one of thousands, those ICBMs destined since his childhood's wake - would become a radioactive blast zone of ten thousand orbits half-life.

Yet indeed, the planet (not surviving the Eye of Punjetrio's works, but still intact after five wars), ending with the Third Satellite (Mesrivona) Conflict (SCIII), followed shortly by the second, the Second Domestic (R.A.E.) Conflict (DCII) both hitting the city that the natural Mesif had grown up in, Mesif having been traveling between his two residences, had been unknowingly Haulerayed to multiple places and times: 1) a smarthouse on Mesrivona in 4116 ADG, running on clean energy he'd built with his bare hands, away from mindless influences, once and for at least ten years away from the self of Mesif; 2) at some point in time, Mesrivona exists still, Mesif attempting the rescue (resulting from a vital failed mission on Punjetrio) of his brother Captain Hirho; 3) then the Eye of Punjetrio, Mesif somewhere in the exosphere still devoid of self, Mesrivona's demise, realoctime; & 4) now with the track of time lost, Mesif's two appearances, though banned from the rogue moon Punjetrio by his simulantson.

And what of Mesrivona, at least its memory, and will there be a return of the Mesif self? Regardless, with a little help, SA, Natural, flora, fauna, whatever, Mesif must try to find a way still to save Mesrivona, regain access to Punjetrio, find a new satellite home, at least while Mesrivona is MIA, soulless, he must boost the morale of the Ghostsaters, and lay the Ghost Satellite to rest.

One thing I know, one I do not, and one more I do: 1) I am this thing's, how you say, translator; 2) but (like I reason all true writers, of at least my time and place), except for my specific responsibilities for the vesselog and such, I do not know who originally scripted this Nokas Botefensmarese; and 3) of another final thing, you have sealed the fact that I was - my guarantee there remained no living supplements coming before or after as I breathed - the once solitary owner of this 'surety', only it has survived me.

A portion of a minor promised revelation starting 2/5ths through the exposé's glimmer (no peeking), triflingly full disclosure hitting me, the fully promised revelation of petty significance 7/10ths through it (also, no having a look-see, please), the Smarese, aware this is a book type and much more. (And yes, I think I know what you're thinking: 'What is this minor revelation bulls[4][5]t? Who does hesheit think hesheit's kidding pushing and pushing a concept? If hesheit really wanted me to buy into something hesheit's selling, hesheit'd try subtlety!' Well, you kind of got me (a 'he' by the way), but actually with a subtle downplay in essence, instead of a buildup, my overwhelming intentions of not wanting you to be let down, I'd