Viruses of the mind that spread from one brain to another, parasitising thehost and turning it into an instrument for the meme's propagation. Agentsof...cultural transmission, passed on because of the brain's predilection forunconscious imitation - a survival mechanism as old as humanity.If you see a group of people running in a certain direction, the instinctis to join them because they're almost certain to be fleeing from danger.On the African savannah that probably meant a large predator;. .. died. He’s gone, Isaac. My father’s dead! I’m all alone now!” Ruth sobbed, but I insisted that wasn’t the case.“No, Ruthie, you’re not alone. You got us. You got me, okay? We’re not giving up on you and you’re not going to give up on life. Sell your place and move in with me, baby girl. You’re mine now, baby. I’m taking you in and keeping you for life, okay?” I insisted in a firm, “will brook no nonsense” tone of voice.“You mean it?” Ruth asked me skeptically.“With all of my heart. You don’t. During that time we talked about work, society, and other interests. She said this is the first time she met someone interesting to talk and becoming to like me. I said this is the first time even I found someone interesting to talk. It is time to drop the noodles she picked the packets and went to the stove. I was saying that she looked more beautiful in the outfit, she smiled and said thanks. I asked whether she needs any help but she said she could manage. I put some music in the tape. A. She asked Dipti to call Brije for help to take her to the doctor. Approaching the shack, Dipti saw a dim light inside with aggressively moving shadows. Instead of going by the door, she went around and peeked through the window.The window was mostly covered by some stuff but she could see Brije’s wife Simka, jumping up and down on the bed. Dipti was unable to see Simka neck down, but she was pretty sure that she was not wearing any blouse. Dipti was lost in Simka’s expressions and moans not.