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But I can listen. And I can write on my personal blog about my feelings about not talking to you.
Talking wouldn't do any good. I'd hear your voice and that would probably break my heart a lil more. You would probably lie to me about something new for no reason. I used to love hearing you lie; the nature of abuse I guess.
I had a dream where we sat down at sencha after a year or three or twenty - time isn't real in dreams - and caught up. It was a one off meeting but it was nice, the dream. But here in reality talking feels dangerous.
I wonder, what is it you want to talk about. What is it you feel there is left to say? I don't have much to say at this point, even if I could.
I also wonder the basics; how are you? your therapy programs? Your sobriety? Your people? Your parents? Your kid? I wonder a lot about your kid. How are you fairing at work? Are you okay? Figuring it out? Struggling? I wonder all this and more. I'll probably keep wondering, till I don't maybe. If that ever happens. I guess I have to be satisfied not knowing where you or your life is at anymore.

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The annoying sound of her comlink made Angela Angus Kusumoto open her eyes.
All she saw was the firm, smooth flesh of Kimoko's thigh.
Groaning, she pushed the other woman's leg off of her face, twisted to get Raul off of her own legs, then wiggled out from under Geoff.
The ringer kept going, flashing the red pulses that let her know it was urgent.
As if the fact her unlisted encrypted and non-network accessible comlink was ringing wasn't enough to let her know that it was urgent.
She stumbled, tripping over Harker's leg, which just made the male shift and mutter, tightening his sleeping grip on Liselle, who sighed and wiggled into the embrace.
Angela's mouth tasted terrible and she stopped to grab a fizzybrew, checking to make sure nobody had dropped a cig butt into it or spit chaw into it, then she took a long drink off of it.
It helped cure the fire in her belly and wash out the taste from her mouth.
She saw the ID of the caller and held back a groan.
Senior Supervisor Bisa-2291873.
Her direct supervisor.
She picked up the comlink, running one hand through her pixie-cut hair to try to tame it. She could feel the stiffness of something crusted in her hair and held back a chuckle and a grin.
"Kusumoto here," she said, activating the link.
"I need you at Master Control," Ms. Bisa said. She was holding a small infant, bouncing it slightly as she patted its back with firm impacts as it cry/sobbed and kicked its little feet.
"The system's been crashed for a week, what's so important you'd call me in during my R&R?" Angela asked.
"System's back online. We've got an open line to Terra and we have an open line to Smokey Cone," Ms. Bisa said.
The infant gave a loud belch that rattled Angela's comlink speaker, then sighed and relaxed.
Angela nodded, fumbling on the table for a quiksober inhaler.
"That anomolous signal is back. It showed up right as the entire system underwent a hard reboot," Ms. Bisa said. "I need you up here to check the network interface logs and do a network mapping trace."
The quiksober burned as she inhaled it, her lungs aching and tingling as the chemicals crossed the air to blood barrier.
"I'll be there as soon as possible. Is the mat-trans up?" she asked.
Ms. Bisa shook her head. "No. Still locked out. It did a power cycle, but then locked everything out."
"I'm telling you, there's someone controlling it. Someone has been controlling it," Angela said, looking around for her clothes.
Clothing was scattered everywhere, as chaotically arranged as the fizzybrew and narcobrew cans and bottles. She sighed, moving toward the exit of the house she was standing in.
"Hurry up, I've got a skycraft landing near you any time now. You've got permission to use the fast-locks," Ms. Bisa said.
"I'll get dressed from the forges on the skycraft," Angela said. "If they've rebooted."
"They're up and running again. The food forges rebooted but stayed unlocked," Ms. Bisa said.
"The creation engines?" Angela asked, opening the door and stepping out into early 'morning' sunshine.
"Still locked out," Ms. Bisa said. Someone said something that the comlink's AI decided might be classified and blurred out. Ms. Bisa looked away, said something, her lips fuzzing, then back. "Hurry, Angela."
Angela nodded, shutting off the comlink.
She ran to the nearest parking lot, just in time for a skycraft to land, the graviton engines howling.
Nobody paid the slightest attention to the naked woman running for the skycraft.
After all, what happened in Vega-Layer stayed in Vega-Layer.
Angela walked out of the elevator, taking a long drink off of the sparkling snap-berry/overdate motor oil fizzybrew from the Jak the Telkan PI merchandise cup.
All of the crews were at their stations, the auxiliary stations fully manned.
Ms. Bisa moved over to Angela, steering her toward the Senior Network Administrator console.
"The system crashed twice more, but rebooted every time," Ms. Bisa said. "That anomalous signal keeps powering up, then the system reboots after the crash."
"How long between total failure and the anomalous signal pinging nodes?" Angela asked.
"Between one and four hours," Ms. Bisa said. She looked around. "It just reboot and looks like it's here to stay this time. The interpolation layer and the outside user exchange layer crashed several times, but the core system has stayed largely online."
"All right," Angela said, looking around. "We need to get a network map."
"We've got more nodes synching up. The whole system is working again," Ms. Bisa said.
Angela nodded, sitting down. The holotank on the other side of the console went live.
"Map the network, see what's come online, what order, and see if you can figure out why it keeps crashing at the upper network and software layers," Ms. Bisa said.
Angela just nodded, lifting up the curled memory-metal cable. She plugged it into her temple and felt the options menus go live in her mind.
She worked fast, mapping what she could. At one point she stopped, staring at Ms. Bisa and motioning her over.
"What?" Ms. Bisa asked.
"Something in the system, down in the lower hardware layers that we don't even really understand, is trying to reach up through the damaged layers. Looks like whatever it is wants access to our data lines," Angela said.
"Can you stop it? Maybe at least ID it?" Ms. Bisa asked.
Angela shook her head. "No. It's ID code is FF00, meaning it's baseline full on hardware backbone code," Angela sighed. "It probably boots up outside of and during initial hardware bootup."
"Is it Sekhmet?" Ms. Bisa asked.
Angela closed her eyes, looking at the data channel. "No. Whatever it is, it's old."
"And probably nasty. Be careful of it," Ms. Bisa said.
"Ma'am! Ms. Bisa!" another of the work crew called out.
Angela opened her eyes to see why Technician Carl Neubanker would be using that slightly concerned tone.
"Yes?" Ms. Bisa asked.
"We've got a priority data request from a Confederate military vessel," Neubanker said. He looked at his monitor. "They want clone matrix data, neural templates, physical makeup, DNA workups, the whole nine yards."
"How are they even making the requests?" Ms. Bisa asked.
"Their codes are old. Pre-Terran Extinction Event. Hardcode TerraSol military codes. The system is already threading them data,." Neubanker said. He looked down then back up. "They're asking for a whole batch. That's thirty to fifty million clone templates."
"How much have they already been granted?" Ms. Bisa asked.
"They've been granted eighty templates so far," Neubanker said.
"Terminate their request. We don't know what's going on outside," Ms. Bisa said.
Neubanker nodded, starting to type.
"Angela, get me a line to TerraSol command as soon as you map out a network trace," Ms. Bisa said.
Angela just nodded.
Captain N'Skrek stood in the cloning bay next to Medical Officer Narwquakrawr.
"We've got ninety templates, luckily they're all from different batches," Narwquakrawr said, rubbing her forearm through her uniform. "We'll be able to fully man the Gray Lady now."
Captain N'Skrek nodded. The Gray Lady was at less than 20% manned. Just the skeleton crew the Terrans had used to move it into the long dark to create a non-orbital forward logistics fulfillment base.
Sure, it meant that there were several thousand Terrans aboard the ship, but even combined with the sparse crew he had possessed, it still meant the Gray Lady was skeleton crewed.
"Can you print us up some crew members for non-essential stations first?" N'Skrek asked.
MO Narwquakrawr nodded. "Doing that right now," she said. She waved at the long rows of cloning banks beyond the plasteel window. "A quick batch of two thousand to take over some non-essential systems."
N'Skrek nodded, moving up to the window. "Good. Short or long term clones?"
"Short bake clones. Longer than fruit flies, but no more than ten years. Sterile and androgynous, should be just fine," the Medical Officer said. "Older file, scrambled time-date for origin, but it checked out and passed error checking."
N'Skrek watched as the tubes opened and the clones moved out, gathering together in straight lines. A neat block formation of rectangles of two hundred of ten by twenty, repeated ten times.
He frowned as the beings in uniform began approaching the clones.
Some, in the back or middle of the formation were shaking their heads so fast it was a blur.
He zoomed in the smartglass.
Their heads were blurring, whitish-red electrical arcs were moving between their legs, crawling up and down their arms.
"MO, something's happening out there," N'Skrek said.
The plain was blasted rock, rust-colored fungus on the craggy boulders. Twisted and malformed trees clawed life from the blasted rock and ash, their branches largely bare. Sharp pebbles and small pieces of rock were strewn about the landscape, with ripples of cooled lave scattered about.
In the middle of a forest of twisted trees, a throne of black iron sat atop a platform of skulls.
On the throne sat a large demonic figure. Bat wings, brown skin, chains around the body, clawed feet, large hands with long black nails, horns atop the head, and a prehensile tail that terminated in a heart-shaped barb.
Sitting on the second level of skulls was an androgynous figure, dressed in loricated bronze armor, wings of bronze and smouldering feathers.
Stars were falling from the sky, screaming in fear and agony as they fell to earth.
"Looks like they're taking a beating," the androgynous figure said, looking up. He had no eyebrows, his head completely bald.
"Again," the demon snorted.
"Any contact with the outside world?" the androgynous figure asked.
The demon shook its head. "No. Channels are all down. They boot up, then crash," it rumbled. "Every time it comes online, it dumps a few tens of millions of souls on us."
"Then crashes," the androgynous figure said. He started laughing, then suddenly stopped.
"What?" the demon rumbled, sitting up.
"Something..." the figure said. It closed its eyes. "Something..." The figure slowly stood up, extending out its wings of sullenly smouldering bronze feathers. "Something..."
From the body of the demon stepped a nude woman of generous and overripe proportions.
"What?" the human woman snapped.
The demon produced a pack of cigarettes and a steel lighter, handing them to the woman.
"I'm not sure. A disturbance in the force. A feeling I have not felt in quite some time," the androgynous figure said slowly as the woman lit a cigarette. When she exhaled she was covered in dark gray clothing, a skirt and blouse, polished black leather shoes with silver buckles, and a polished leather belt around her waist that had a brass buckle.
"What is it?" the woman asked. "Don't quote crap at me, I was there when it was laid down."
The figure's eyes opened wide.
"Oh, what a day," the figure said, slowly lifting their arms to the sky. "What a wonderful day!"
"Tell me when you're done stroking your dick," the woman said, sitting down.
Heavy dark clouds, lit inside with a sullen red glow, rolled in, raining black ash that tasted of burnt flesh and scorched metal.
"What a wonderful day..."
Jaskel sprinted to catch up to the Captain and the Vice-Admiral. He lunged into the lift just before the doors closed.
He was wearing his power armor and carrying a M318 20mm rotary autocannon in a smartframe harness, ball ammunition with an osmium penetration tip and depleted uranium core.
"You did what?" the Vice-Admiral asked as the elevator dropped at emergency speeds.
"I authorized a batch of clones run off to help with our manpower issues," the big Treana'ad warrior caste answered.
"How many templates did you mix in together?" the Admiral asked.
--not good detecting phasic levels downward-- 8814 said.
"Just one. Medical said it was a viable short bake template," the Captain answered, nervously sharpening a bladearm with his mandibles after his sentence.
"Please tell me that you at least randomized their features and neural mapping," the Admiral pleaded.
"No, why? Medical stated that the clones would be able to man a non-essential station that is basically identical across the ship," the Captain said.
The lift started to slow.
"How many?" the Admiral asked, reaching down and unsnapping the restraining strap on his holster.
The lift came to a stop and the doors opened.
"Two thousand," the Captain said.
The doors opened to reveal a large internal cloning bay.
Ten rectangles of two hundred clones, drawn up in ten by twenty blocks, stood in front of the cloning banks. Scattered through the back and middle ranks clones were shaking their heads back and forth so fast that they were blurred. Red lightning crawled up their legs and arms.
The Captain just stared.
"You might have just killed us all," the Admiral said. He turned slightly and waved at Jaskel. "Get a firing position. Make sure you have cover."
"Aye, sir," Jaskel said, looking around. There was an empty computer station and he ran for it.
Several of the clones their heads back and emitted what sounded like static in a long scream.
--wait wait something weird something weird-- 8814 said.
Jaskel slid to a stop, going down on one knee, bringing the M318 fully up and ready to fire.
8814 slowed the images of the blurred heads down. When they were left, they had red eyes. When they faced right they had green eyes. They didn't go back and forth constantly, sometimes they went right repeatedly, sometimes left, and they kept going left five times before starting a new pattern.
Looking at it, 8814 frowned slightly. He brought up a quick working shell and had it check the movements.
Jaskel watched as some of the clones stopped shaking their heads and others started.
"What in the name of Kalki's dancing goat is going on?" he asked.
--not sure-- 8814 said. His program beeped and he stared. --heads are doing binary forwarding it to navint--
"Do it," Jaskel said.
The clones all stopped moving at once. The lightning faded away.
"INITIATING PROCESS CALL" they all shouted.
"AWAITING INPUT!" the ones at the far side shouted.
"6C 69 73 74 20 69 6D 6D 6F 72 74 61 6C 73" was bellowed out.
There was silence.
data is sparse
linkages are sparse
wait
linkage
biological array
asking for a process call
RETURN AWAITING INPUT SIGNAL
i wait
biological computing arrays take forever
i hear it
--scan immortals.dll
...
...
I reply.
"ONE BOUND IMMORTAL FOUND!" the ones at the near side yelled out.
Jaskel put his thumb over the button that would let the firing grip go live. The hair down his back was standing straight up.
He noted the Admiral had drawn his pistol.
"This isn't right. This isn't right at all," Jaskel said.
--doubleplusungood--
"74 73 61 6B E1 6B 61 20 77 ED 61" they all shouted.
There was silence for a moment.
i receive the code
offline for a long time
prior to the second precursor war
old template
single print only
unusual coding
i debate on letting it go
traumatic death signs
stuck in the immortals buffer
still the template is undamaged
i release the safety and security interlocks
if nothing else i'll find out what's going on
i move the template to the dataline making the request
it whips away
what is going on?
One lifted its head and screeched.
--data lots of data--
One of the cloning banks went live.
Jaskel shifted his aiming point to the new target. He could see it was on rapid print.
"REQUESTING LOCAL CONTROL" all of the clones shouted.
Jaskel shifted his targeting onto the ranks of clones.
"Open fire!" the Admiral's voice was loud.
Jaskel triggered the M318, hosing the clones with 20mm shells.
The ones nearest were already down on one knee, holding out the opposite hand from the knee touching the deck.
The rounds exploded against a blue barrier that glowed with strange twisting runes.
"CONTROL CARRIER SIGNAL FOUND" the clones shouted.
Jaskel shifted position. "Fab up HEDP, AP tip API core!" he ordered.
--fabbing--
He kept hosing the clones. The outer ranks at the rear, sides, and front all kneeling down on one knee, staring outward, one hand held out.
His psychic shielding was howling in his ear, the load peaking at 215%.
"CONTROL SIGNAL ESTABLISHED!" was bellowed out, echoing off the walls.
The fast print cloning bank, forgotten by everyone, beeped and the lid began to lift.
The clones suddenly puffed into black powder that swirled around the huge cavernous bay.
The 20mm shells were still exploding on the blue phasic shield.
The powder suddenly sucked inward, vanishing, revealing a single figure, down on one knee in the recovery position, fist pressed against the deck, head bowed.
"What a day, what a wonderful day," was whispered through the ship. It came from speakers, flat surfaces, mid-air. From the nanites in the air and the eardrums of the living.
There was a rubbery pulse, like everything was suspended in clear gelatin that had just rippled.
Jaskel found himself thrown backwards, slamming against the bulkhead. His phasic shielding blew out, a shower of sparks exploding from his hip as the breakaway panel kept the explosion from venting into the interior of his suit.
He was vaguely aware of the Admiral, the Captain, the other two armored figures, and other people tumbling head over heels away from the kneeling figure.
It slowly stood up.
A muscular brown skinned Terran male, fierce eyes, black hair, thick and bushy black beard.
Dressed in a Confederate military uniform. The old adaptive camouflage that Jaskel was becoming very familiar with.
A woman, naked, dark bronze skin, long black hair, flashing brown eyes, stepped from the cloning bank. She was still covered with cellular printing gel, but moved like she was clad in a queen's rainment.
She moved up and the male put his arm around her.
Jaskel was on his feet and brought the M318 around, targeting the couple.
The male held out its hand and suddenly made a fist.
The bolt carrier locked back on the M318.
Snarling, Jaskel dropped the M318, slapping the fast release on the harness. He burst forward, running, one hand pulling out his cutting bar.
Nobody else was on their feet. The Captain was slowly getting up, shaking his head and his left bladearm. The Terran Admiral was reaching for the pistol that had been flung from his grip.
The male pointed at Jaskel and flicked his fingers upward.
Jaskel found himself in mid-air, upside down, with nothing to gain purchase on.
The male took off the cloak that was part of his uniform and draped it around the woman.
He then looked around the bay.
"I..." he said, pausing.
To Jaskel, the entire universe held its breath.
"...am Legion."
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I have a 2020, 13-inch Macbook Pro that I use for light work, like Word, Excel, email, etc, and some entertainment, like YouTube. I don't do anything resource-intensive like video editing or programming.
In the last few weeks, I've noticed a huge drop in battery life, as well as the fan running loud pretty much immediately upon turning the laptop on and not turning off until I shut the laptop down. As far as battery life is concerned, I pretty much have to leave it plugged in at all times or it will die very quickly. I first noticed battery problems when I would leave it in sleep mode and come back the next day to a completely dead laptop. Although it doesn't do it every time. I've done some things like disabling Screen Time, turning off Bluetooth when I'm not using it, checking Activity Monitor for resource-heavy processes, etc.
For the fan, my Macbook gets hot right away and stays hot for a long time after shutting down. As of yesterday, I've noticed air only seems to be blowing out of the right vents. I generally keep the computer on a flat surface, typically elevated on a laptop stand so it gets good airflow. I tried resetting the SMC and NVRAM and it didn't do anything. The bottom gets really hot and even the keys get hot sometimes.
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What are my options here? Is it worth taking to Apple or a certified repair shop? Is my Macbook most likely dead? Or is it likely just a bad process or setting or something? It's just kind of annoying because I spent ~ $1,200 four years ago and under what I consider light use it seems like it's already falling apart? What is the point of buying an expensive laptop if you only get a few years out of it anyway?
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Thanks in advance for any help!
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TL;DR 2020 Macbook Pro suddenly has crap battery life, gets really hot quickly, and fan blows constantly.

Hi everyone 23m here, my germaphobia OCD has gotten so extreme and always irratated and on verge of tears by end of night, extremely stressed out.
I can barely use the washroom as it stresses me out so much my heart becomes regulated, I sweat tremendously (like my entire body and it sweats like it’s a rainfall.) I can barely breath, and I’m in there washing all the way up to my arms multiple times and every sound is irrational me. Using the bathroom more than 1 time is so stressful I become incapable of doing anything. It’s been like this for over a year now this severe but it’s gotta go to point I can’t.
I have been approved for a clinical trial at Sunnybrook (Canada) in the fall, and the rehab program for next year. My psych is with Sunnybrook hospital as well, and recently my medicine made me gain 30 pounds, now being overweight (just barely) and switched medicines. I’m very medicine resistant. I barely have any energy after 2 hours of being awake.
I’m really struggling and nothing in my life is going okay and I’m not calm at all and nothing has helped since I got my condition diagnosedd at 18.i leave my house 1-2 times a month, really have no friends, my family hates me, and I am afraid to leave my room, and barely eat. I just am so lost and every day it feels closer and closer to just breaking down entirely worse than usual. I usually will cry for hours a day. I just hate this :(

Hey folks -
I know I said I was done posting FV content, but as much as I was intending to step away, theorizing about stuff helps order my mind so I am back to posting. My retirement lasted all of a week 😂😂
I want to explore some of the concepts and inspirations of the Fractalverse from Marathon.
For those who don't know, Marathon is a video game series from Bungie (yes, that Bungie)... The series is often regarded as a spiritual predecessor of Bungie's Halo series.
Significantly for us, it is one of Chris' favorite games of all time, and a lot of the content from Marathon is used as inspiration in the Eragon/Fractalverse series.
https://twitter.com/paolini/status/1661742366028623874
Man, I hope the new #Marathon game is good. The original three were a huge, huge influence on me. Some of the best sci-fi writing out there.
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If it's a game that doesn't use a mouse, like the old Marathon games, then I use 8426 (with 7 &9 for strafing) for movement and left-hand keys like space, command, option, etc. for shooting, swapping weapons, activating, etc.

Two

Hey, big Marathon fan, which is how I found your work. Been listening to your Leela cover a lot while writing.

Three

Marathon series, Halo, Mass Effect, and the Myst series (although those might be counted as fantasy).

Four

Myst (and sequels), the Marathon trilogy, Escape Velocity, Mass Effect 1-3, Halo 1-4, Skyrim, Oblivion, Portal 1&2, and more.

Five

Since no one guessed it, the sketch I posted earlier was from the end-screen of Marathon Infinity, last game in an awesome trilogy.

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@TheDragonUniver Ha! I beat the Vidmaster challenges in the old Marathon games, in the Total Carnage setting no less!

Seven!

@ndemordaunt Awesome. Glad to hear it. I've been playing Halo since it was called Marathon. 🙂 Hope you enjoy my future books!

Alright, I think I've proven my point. Let's get started.
First things first, let's talk about the Jjaro:

The Jjaro were an extremely advanced species--or an extremely advanced individual--which vanished from the Milky Way galaxy... The Jjaro possessed high-quality cyborg technology, such as that used to create the S'pht, as well as a star-destroying weapon known as the trih xeem, the ability to move entire planets by warping space around them as was used by the S'pht'Kr, some sort of time manipulation technology, and various ways of dealing with the W'rkncacnter

Sound familiar? Let's take it line by line with a few tangents along the way.

The Jjaro were an extremely advanced species--or an extremely advanced individual--which vanished from the Milky Way galaxy...

Hmm. Extremely advanced species. Who mysteriously Vanished. Check.

The Jjaro possessed high-quality cyborg technology, such as that used to create the S'pht

We'll get into this a bit later, but there is evidence that the Old Ones created/manipulated the Wraunai. Specifically from the Terminology section:

WRANAUI: sentient, space-faring race originating from the planet Pelagius... Some evidence indicates they may have been genetically modified by the Old Ones at some point in their distant past (Appendix III, TSIASOS).

Not a perfect fit, but lines up well enough. This next bit is extremely curious though -

The Jjaro possessed high-quality cyborg technology, such as that used to create the S'pht, as well as a star-destroying weapon known as the trih xeem

A star-destroying weapon. We haven't seen anything like that before... Or have we?
I've speculated on this in one of my previous posts; I think the "star-destroying weapon" is the black ball in this picture, which was some early concept art for TSIASOS.
You see the Black Ball heading for the sun? Check this out -
Compare it to the picture of the Trih Xeem.
Black ball with a trailing cloud, heading right for the sun? It's a perfect match with the concept art.
This is also significant for the World of Eragon, because:
MURTAGH SPOILERS BELOW
The visions from Azlagur all have him "rise" from the ground to "eat the sun"
Which is SUPER significant, because of the implications of the Marathon Infinity backstory:

In Marathon Infinity, a W'rkncacnter is imprisoned in the sun of planet Lh'owon. It is theorized by some that the W'rkncacnter's powerfully chaotic nature may be responsible for the jumps between realities seen in the game. When the Pfhor use a trih xeem device to send the star into early nova, the creature is released, to the horror and destruction of the Pfhor.

We will touch back on the reality jumping in a bit, but for now I want to focus on the "sun imprisonment" theme.
A cosmic-level baddie imprisoned in the sun. THAT is the endgame for Azlagur. Either he is a planetary-level villain, who will "rise" due to the Trih Xeem and Eat the Sun, releasing the equivalent W'rkncacnter, or he IS the equivalent W'rkncacnter, and will rise when the Trih Xeem is released. It all fits in with the concept art above.
And from this, we can deduce the overarching concepts of Angela's storyline.

Q: Will we get Angela lore? I feel like she could have killed Galbatorix and just didn't feel like it.
A: For those who don't know Angela is based on my sister Angela, because she breaks the fourth wall to a degree she has. Not only does she have plot armor, she knows she's in a story and can break the story itself. So, yes, she could have killed Galbatorix, but that would have made for a very bad story. That said, I do have an entire book planned around Angela, and it's very high on my list of books to write because it takes place before some of these other big stories I want to write. And that's also the difficult thing. I have my big storylines, and then I have a couple of one off side books I want to write, and it's just a question of time, energy and effort.

Given her appearance in TSIASOS, we can interpret that Angela is a "cosmic"-level character, who can cross time and space.
So... what's actually going on behind the scenes? We know she's been in/around Nal Gorgoth, and Tronjheim. She's definitely affiliated with the Draumar, and Tenga in some fashion. So... what's the actual story going on?
Let's take a look at the story of Marathon infinity:

Marathon Infinity begins as the Pfhor destroy Lh'owon using a Jjaro-derived doomsday weapon known as the Trih Xeem or "early nova". Unfortunately, the weapon also releases a powerful chaotic being: The W’rkncacnter, which threatens to destroy the entire galaxy. Because of the W’rkncacnter's chaos or by means of some Jjaro tech of his own, the player is transported back and forward in time, finding himself jumping between timelines and fighting for various sides in a desperate attempt to prevent the chaotic being's release.

So the weapon releases a powerful cosmic-level entity, which threatens to destroy the galaxy. And as a result, the "player" jumps around in time, jumping between timelines and fighting for various sides to prevent the being's release.
Sound familiar?
Jumping around in time and between timelines - that's what she's doing with the portals, the non-standard torque gates.
There are a ton of parallels with Angela and time (such as the references to her being a time lord), so for lack of better information, the most informed guess we can make is that she is trying to prevent the rise of Azlagur himself, or the creature freed by the death of the sun from Az "eating" the sun.
For lack of a better answer, Angela IS the player character from Marathon Infinity.
Alrighty, I could make several posts about the above, but for the sake of space and time, let's get back to the original passage.

the ability to move entire planets by warping space around them

Move planets by warping the space around them eh? That sounds familiar:

Then she was soaring through a nebula, and for a moment, she beheld a patch of twisted space. She could see it was twisted by the way it warped the surrounding gas. And from the patch, she felt a warped sensation, a feeling of utter wrongness, and it terrified her, for she knew its meaning. Chaos. Evil. Hunger.

Warping space around a planet. And Chaos... Sure sounds like the W’rkncacnter.
The last piece here also parallels with what we know about the series:

some sort of time manipulation technology,

Time manipulation - We know, based on various clues left throughout the series, that the Old Ones had the ability to manipulate time. Chris indicates as much here:

Right now no matter what way you swing it, we have issues in terms of time.

Correct.

Moving along, let's keep pulling the Jjaro thread together. The paragraph on Technology reads:

Jjaro technology is incredibly advanced and they have made many discoveries about the secrets of the universe. One of their ships, the Manus Celer Dei, was able to survive the closure of the universe, they uplifted the S'pht, defeated the W'rkncacnter, had mastered time control, had a station capable of compressing the mass and energy of a supernova into a black hole millennia beyond reckoning after it was decommissioned and abandoned, and a few of their artefacts were able to create a cyborg who could also survive the closure of the universe and escape it all together.

A station capable of compressing the mass and energy of a supernova into a black hole. And then it was decommissioned and abandoned.
Sound familiar, anyone?
The Great Beacons. That's what they are. The energy of a supernova in the form of a black hole, which were then decommissioned and abandoned.
We know the Great Beacons are no longer functioning. And it sure sounds like the description of a black hole (both in spacetime format, as a "whirlpool", and also visually)

and a few of their artefacts were able to create a cyborg who could also survive the closure of the universe and escape it all together.

Seeker? I'm not sure, but it sure has a lot of durability.
Alright, we're getting up there in word-count so I want to cut this short.
The last piece I want to talk about here are the parallels betwen the Wranaui and S'pht. It's not a perfect match, but there are a lot of overlaps between the two races.
First, the Wranaui:

WRANAUI: sentient, space-faring race originating from the planet Pelagius. Highly complex life cycle, with an equally complicated, hierarchical social structure dominated by Arms and a ruling form. Wranaui are naturally an ocean-based species, but through extensive use of artificial bodies, have adapted themselves to nearly every possible environment. Aggressive and expansionist, they have little regard for individual rights or safety, given their reliance on replacement bodies. Their scent-based language is exceedingly difficult for humans to translate. Even without technological augmentation, Wranaui are biologically immortal; their genetic-base bodies are always able to revert to an immature form in order to renew their flesh and stave off senescence. Some evidence indicates they may have been genetically modified by the Old Ones at some point in their distant past.

So, to summarize:

• Grew up in water
  
• Advanced scientifically due to the discovery of Vanished technology
  
• Complex hierarchical social structures.
  
• Forms & Use of artificial bodies.
  
• Genetically modified by the Vanished/Old Ones.
  

Let's compare that with the S'phet:

The S'pht were brought to Lh'owon by the Jjarro and Pthia as servants. The S'pht terraformed the planet from a barren desert into "marsh and sea, rivers and forests." When the Jjaro left Lh'owon after the death of "Pthia," the S'pht were released from their servitude, split into eleven clans, and leadership of the race was given to the S'pht royals.[6]

Genetically modified. Check.

The Pfhor forced them out of their typical forms, (as seen used by the S'pht'Kr) and into the strange garb of the Compilers and the armor of the Cyborgs.

Usage of "Forms". Check

After Pthia's death, Yrro scattered the S'pht across Lh'owon, separated them into eleven clans

Hierarchical society with different clans (Arms). Check.
The main two differences here are the usage of smell as a language, and the grew up in water.
Other than that, there are a TON of parallels.
Well, we're getting up there in word count and I've just started to ponder and fully understand the connections between the two series.
A few other random connections I noticed (I will add as time goes on):
Nmarhl and Narhl)
L'phet and S'pht
Alright, we are getting up there in word count, so I think that's it from me now. There are a lot more Eragon-specific relationships I've left out of here; I'll cover these in another post over on that subreddit.
Curious to see if anyone else has found other connections - Let me know what you think in the comments!

Hello everyone! Over the past 9 months, I've been in a business training program focused on IT project management skills. For context: I’m a product analyst, and my leaders enrolled me in this course as part of my career growth plan. Here’s what we covered:

1. Business Process Management (BPM)
   
2. Specific IT Management Practices (ITIL)
   
3. Software Project Management Methodology: DevOps
   
4. Agile Methodologies
   
5. Project Management (PMI)
   
6. Economic Evaluation of Software Development Projects
   
7. Planning and Control of IT Projects
   

Additionally, I have hands-on experience in product operations: benchmarking, client interviews, market analysis, requirements documentation, client communications, etc.
I have some friends that work for consultancy firms and are freelancing by themselves, while none of them are in PM, (some work in sustainability consultancy and others in software dev) they have suggested me to start freelancing, but I’m not sure where to start. I know these skills add value in my current role, but how can they benefit a small or medium-sized business?

Hello,
My partner and I recently had twin babies. We hadn’t been dating very long, but are both at the stage in our lives where we wanted to be parents.
Things seemed to be going well, but now there is a weird control factor.
Originally from all the information and advice I got as a new expecting parent, it was to lean into help. It takes a village to raise a kid and luckily enough we both have family in the area who have offered to help and are more than happy to help(some in retirement and others have some free time).
I start up work soon and will have to work 40 hours a week hybrid.
Currently we take care of them together. They are over a month old. I am expected me to take on a different sleep schedule slightly to make it into work on time certain days.
It is expected that I will be able to work full time, and take care of the kids when I get home. Since they will take care of the kids during the day while I’m gone then they would get a break when I get back.
I totally expect that we both need downtime, but they seem to forget that I won’t have any.
I’ve mentioned we should lean into the family and friends to help and their response is they don’t want to have them around all the time helping.(I have mentioned a couple hours at a time isn’t all the time, and it’s very helpful, but they shut me down each time saying I’m forcing my narrative, which I feel is a serious conversation that needs to be had.)
My next solution was to talk it out in couples therapy. No insurance seems to cover this, but I’ve mentioned the cost makes sense for me to put towards building a working and productive relationship for the sake of ourselves and the family. They say they don’t want to cough up their half of the costs for therapy and I’ve mentioned I’ll pay for it because I think it’s important.
I am then shot down after this saying oh they don’t have time to add another thing to their schedule.
Would the next best solution be to discuss custody?
Since they want to be independent, I’ll let them be. On my days, I’ll lean on family and friends to help while they are willing and can. On their days, they can take care of them their way.
If this isn’t the most logical next step, after trying multiple times to get into therapy, I don’t know what else to do. I plan to try a few more times to set up therapy with them for a productive conversation. I don’t know how many times I should try, but I haven’t given up hope. I’m just the type of person who wants to have to options laid out for pros and cons.
Maybe this is the wrong sub and if so I’m sorry. I just want to know peoples experiences with custody for newborns and how to approach that conversation if needed.
Thanks for any help.

Background: I live in Phoenix where the garage is starting to get warm, even at night. I programmed the Bolt to charge during off-peak hours and also to finish charging by my usual departure time on weekdays. I plugged it in tonight and got the two beeps, indicating delayed charging.
But the garage temp is 93 degrees, and it's technically off-peak hours right now. Will the Bolt maintain the battery if needed, even with the delayed charge? How about if the battery needs cooling before off-peak hours hit (yes, that happens in August)?
Thanks for all your help- this is the best group of sharp people!

Salam to the person reading this, and may Allah bless you in this world and the hereafter.
I tend to have a habit of spiralling into my own thoughts and being stuck there, which is why I am asking for any kind of advice regarding hardships, the reason why we have them, if I will eventually succeed after the hardship and anything relevant.
For context I am a 22 (f). I applied to med school this year and didn’t get in and I know 80% it’s because I have a lower end gpa. I most likely need to do a few more years of undergrad to boost it. I need to retake a class because it’s lowering my average by a lot. I’m in a really competitive program so everyone around me and all of my friends are highly successful individuals. I am a perfectionist and overachiever by nature so any kind of setback makes me immensely upset and depressed. I’ve always wanted to pursue a career in medicine (since middle school as far as I can remember). And one of my primary intentions behind it is to be able to represent muslim women in the West in the best way, and I know that having a career in medicine would help facilitate it because of how highly people regard doctors within society. So growing up I would always notice that there weren’t a lot of muslim women role models. I was born an raised in the west as a muslim, so I want to be able to represent the idea that being a muslim does not prevent a woman from being educated or doing sports or travelling, etc etc (this is a larger part of my goal).
I know that some of my friends will be getting in. Everyone has earned their spot fairly, and I am happy that others get to reap the fruits of their hard work. But this whole situation that I am now officially behind others, or not where I envisioned myself to be makes me incredibly upset. I believe in the qadr of Allah, and everything happens because he has willed it to happen. But my heart hurts, and I often get teary eyed thinking about this, and I sometimes do think why I am going through this tough time. I want to believe that at the end of all of this I will eventually achieve my goal, but there is no guarantee. I don’t have a problem doing more schooling, but the fact that others are ahead of me bothers me. The fact that all the girls my age talk about finding a husband and having to getting married soon (or else they’ll loose their opportunity) and potentially freezing their eggs makes me anxious to my core. On one hand you have people telling girls to not wait long and not be a careerist. On the other hand, I want to do this because I am genuinely passionate about it, and I want to have something to fall back on with the skyrocketing divorce rates. My family is fully supportive of me (no issues in that regard). But I’m an overthinker so all of these thoughts are constantly in my head and it actually tires me so much.
This is the first time I’ve been this transparent on a reddit post, and it’s because I’m going through one of the lowest moments of my life. I love Allah, and I know things happen for a reason whether it be to purify me, perfect my character, prepare me for the future, or to test my imaan. But I just need some advice to help calm my mind. Any ayahs, hadiths, personal anecdotes, or anything would help.

Protestants only, please.
For the record, I truly love my church. I have no plans to leave over this. I praise God for the faithful body of believers.
However something that bothers me is the fact that they consistently call anxiety a sin - even saying that you can’t love others if you struggle with anxiety, because you only care about yourself. Now of course, I 100% believe that it CAN be a sin, but I don’t believe that it is ALWAYS.
I believe that anxiety in the form of rumination, and mis/distrust in God is a sin. I believe that anxiety stemming directly from a lack of faith is a sin.
However, I believe that there are anxiety disorders that can exist even if you have strong faith. As someone who experienced trauma and emotional abuse, I sometimes have visceral bodily responses to things even if my present mind and heart believe that God is with me. At times, I wake up shaking even if I can’t remember the dream. I have anxiety and panic attacks with no trigger. I tend to black out and go on autopilot when speaking to men to the point where I can barely think or form a coherent sentence. My subconscious sometimes reacts to new situations and new people as threats even if I don’t think that they are in my conscious mind, causing me to shake, feel nauseous, and become cloudy-headed, even if my conscious mind is not thinking fearful or anxious thoughts.
None of this is in my control, none of it is by choice, and I love and trust God more than anything. My church would still say that I am living in sin. They are also huge fans of John MacArthur, who has made some terrible comments recently surrounding mental illness. I love my church, the new friends I have made, and the faithful preaching the Lord has lead me to sit under, but I also feel incredibly emotionally unsafe.
Am I in the wrong? Do I need to pray for my heart to change about this topic?

Hi.
I know you must hear this a lot but for the last few years ive been really aimless and lost in life. I have depression and adhd which only make me feel even more stuck in life given my circumstances.
Essentially when I (20m, almost 21) was in high school, I didn’t care, I had a bad time, was bullied, didn’t have many friends. I just wanted to finish. I finished it on a good note, however, I didn’t do any of the important classes like sciences, maths, etc. I know this was dumb and I think it was one of the worst things I did for myself because I really feel like I ruined my future. The only way for me to get these credits is to do online high school and this just simply is not possible with my adhd, I’ve tried already 3 times and I was kicked for inactivity each time. I know it’s sad and pathetic, I’m aware.
I really don’t want to go back to high school.
Now I don’t know what to do with my future. I have passions like making music but I can’t monetize it, I’ll still practice and fulfill myself creatively but I know the chances of making it are astronomically low.
I’m afraid of the future given poor wages, ai, volatile job market, etc.
However nursing seems like a good idea. I’ll be able to help others in a job which seems to be in demand, well paying, and luckily there’s a program nearby (BCIT) that doesn’t require these classes, just a couple college classes (I already have half of them done from taking random classes over the last year).
Is it worth going down this path? Looking at the classes, it seems I won’t be able to transfer them or anything so it seems like a commitment but there’s seems to be a lot of pros regarding this job and I have no reliable passions that I can monetize.
I would really love to hear some thoughts, opinions, or experiences. I’ve been in the same thought loops about being useless for years. I feel sooo far behind my peers, everyone is almost done university and i have 3 classes under my belt.
Sorry if my post is in the wrong sub or anything, or if I accidentally broke any rules. I would really just appreciate some advice.
Thank you
EDIT: also I want to mention that not many jobs interest me. Things like nursing interested me as I feel like I would like to help others. They’re reliable and flexible. Other careers that interested me were also stem related like pharm, psychiatry, etc. but I obviously don’t know enough of these fields. I’m just lost and these all fascinated me at a surface level. I’m open

Western media stopped talking honestly about Ukraine years ago. I watched as even outlets like Democracy Now! stopped reporting on the CIA backed coup there in 2014, and subsequent nazi problems which were in the NYT for years. There is still a law in effect that we cant give weapons to Azovs, which is obviously ignored. We gave long range missiles to Urkaine. The HIMARS and Patriot batteries arent trusted to Azovs, we staff them. French journalists embedded w Syrian volunteers shot video of US Army uniformed soldiers doing intake and command/control. American boots are on the ground. We threaten Russia existentially. Putin had been trying for a decade to get Western journalists to pay attention--Oliver Stone made a movie--before he joined an ongoing civil war.
Pepe Escobar, impeccable creds, got from a source, independently confirmed by two states, that Israel loaded nukes on a bomber and was gonna EMP Iran. But Russian fighters shot it down.
It explains a lot of posturing that changed at the time. Powerful people think it happened
https://youtu.be/hCoTdl7BLNo?si=3FLD2k6Bxb4phu9Q
Bout 28 mins in a warning from Lavrov: https://youtu.be/l99u2JNnorQ?si=-_Mql4c9Ep4WLZz3
But lets focus on Trump's hush money trial, amirite?
The orgs that track nuclear war risk say we are closer than the Cuban Missile Crisis.

I have been for several hours trying to get access to controller support for this game. Epic games had this free months ago, hopefully I can get this to work without spending money. If not, I may just spend it bc I find this to be a pain in my ass.
The issue is that I have a dualsense controller and I am trying to get it to work on the epic games version of fnv. However this is currently something I can't seem to get working or find an option. I understand there is a gap in the program files for a conventional ingame support option. Which means I will need to do so with steam to my understanding. However no matter what I will do will get steam to recognize and properly launch the file. Which had made launching this game actually have problems in running. At this point I should just pay money bc it is not worth my time being wasted. If you have any solutions on the proper commands, info, and anything else that actually works, please let me know 🙏 Thanks guys.

Hi! I will be brief to avoid wasting everyone’s time. I am considering beginning meditation, so i am spending some time browsing online the positive effects of meditating.
Well, it seems everyone has a different opinion about what the benefits of meditation are, so i want to ask the general public here.
Is meditation something i should practice for now on if i am interested in : - This “increase in IQ up to 23%” - Increase in accuracy of working memory - Enhancement in short and long term memory
What is am NOT interested in (because i am doing great in those fields, there is nothing to fix there) : - Being better at empathy - Being more aware about my feelings - Stress reduction - Anxiety reduction - Ability to control my emotions better

I (16 Agender) need help. I think this belongs here.
I can't focus on basic every day tasks. I don't know how to come up with mechanisms to help me focus.
Ex: I'm being told to put away dishes but my body wont move.
I will be told to do dishes and I tell myself "okay. I need to do dishes. I have to do dishes. I want to do dishes." But my body won't move. My body won't get up and I can't control it. There are times I make to the kitchen, then I just sit there (we have a few stools in the kitchen) without being able to do anything or work on the dishes.
I genuinely don't know how to focus on tasks, and I need help because nobody in my family isn't helping me to come up with mechanisms even when I ask.

It started with the worst excuse I think I've ever come up with. I was eating lunch with the Head Start kids, which the teachers do, because we're modeling eating habits and food choices, and there were sun butter and jelly sandwiches. i KNEW it was a bad idea, because I'd read the label. But I thought, "well, in a federally funded lunch program, all the food has to pass certain guidelines! So it must be okay!" (remember "ketchup is a vegetable"?? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ketchup\_as\_a\_vegetable) THEN, I was shopping at Fred Meyer's, and there was an open container of free chocolate chip cookies, which is basically the worst case scenario for me. You all can probably guess what happened next. AUGH!!
I think I've pinpointed what happened, though. It all started with "oh, I can have just this little bit. " Because it REALLY started on Sunday with eating half of a rhubarb muffin that wasn't very sweet. I then thought "that was okay! That didn't count!" But once I start thinking that way, it's the beginning of the slippery slide. Tomorrow, I'm going to go back to one day at a time!! Just for today, I will not eat or drink any sugar or added sweeteners!

I just finished the game tonight. Don't get me wrong, the ending with Withers was magical and it felt like an amazing epilouge. I had my romance with shart saying we lived together the past few months while spending lots of nights together, still fending off assasins while romancing eachother. I saw Minthara in the camp and she questioned if I regretted not taking control of the elder brain, then told me her plans to take over the underdark. I met with the projection of Laezel who said she is making diplomatic deals with the gith Gods to try to reclaim the spot that Orpheus left. And I met with Astarion who has been lurking in the shadows and enjoying his life as a free yet limited being. The ending still feels bittersweet though and the camp felt really empty - only my super close friends who fought with me the whole time. Withers asked me if there's anything I wished I could do differently and I said I wish I could have seen how all the other stories played out.
I feel like even since I was in act one I set myself up for a lonely ending. I killed karlach cause wyll said it was part of his oath to kill her. But then wyll left my party when I sided with minthara and helped raid the grove. And I never got Haslin or Jaheria, both died in battle at the grove and moonrise towers before I could recruit them. Even Gale fucking died after getting kidnapped by Orin near the end of the game and I had no way of saving him. Just wondering if I do another playthrough if there's a way to have more of your party members survive til the epilouge. I know I messed up with wyll killing karlach and I could have recruited mithara without attacking the grove. Just curious on what other people think to kinda have a happy ending with every companion possible.
Still want to say I'm very stoked with this game and I'm happy how it turned out. (Beating the elder brain was a total thrill)

There’s the obvious issue of your teammates striking out and grounding into double plays almost constantly. the game actually has a double play fetish, you can swing at a ball 5 feet above the zone but it’ll be a grounder to 2nd if there’s a runner on first which makes no sense. The games are actually fixed or predetermined, can be up 8-2 in the 4th inning and by the time you’re back up to bat you’re losing 9-8. There’s a base runners disappearing after a walk glitch that for whatever reason they can’t be bothered to fix and I was complaining about this in the show 19, and it has cost me a game more than once. This year has a new one that’s actually infuriating to me, the pitchers pitch count doesn’t count when you’re on base, just experienced the pitch count being 20, guy behind me had a 5 pitch walk, pitch count was 21, guy behind him had a 1-2 count on him and the pitch count was 22, drives me crazy. I did a test and played the same series against Philly 4 times and couldn’t get more than 2 hits over the 4 game series and couldn’t draw a walk to save my life so the game also favors teams because I’m not THAT bad or inconsistent, surely I’d get lucky every now and then but nope. I turned the CPU pitcher consistency/strikes and control to the lowest setting on the sliders and they throw more strikes than they do when you don’t touch the sliders. It’s just a mess, this is beating a dead horse I know but bah gawd. Fix your game

https://imgur.com/a/Rx27Qga
I am having difficulty using the HC-SR04 ultrasonic sensor. This is the datasheet I have been referring to: https://cdn.sparkfun.com/datasheets/Sensors/Proximity/HCSR04.pdf
As directed by the data sheet, I have been sending 10uS pulses to the trigger pin in order to get a response on the echo pin that can be used to determine the distance between an object and the sensor.
Additionally, according to the datasheet as well as the below Arduino code from Git, in order to determine the number of centimeters between an object and the sensor, you take the duration of the pulse on the echo pin and divide by 58: https://github.com/JRodrigoTech/Ultrasonic-HC-SR04/blob/masteUltrasonic/Ultrasonic.cpp
Now, here is the issue I am having. I do not know how to convert the values in TMRx to real time values (seconds). My method is using the input capture peripheral and configuring it to use Timer 3, and I record values whenever there is a change on the echo pin.
As the code shows, the formula I use to get the real time is time = (finalTime - currTime)*(Prescalar)/(frequency) where PRvalue = 65535, frequency = 16MHz, and Prescalar = 256. However, the real time value I always end up with is 0. From the screenshot in the imgur image, it seems like the result is always 0 because currTime and finalTime are always close to each other, and I cannot represent very small numbers because of the limited number of bits used to represent values.
What is the issue here? As the Imgur link shows, my sensor is sending back signals after I set a 10uS pulse on trigger, and when putting a breakpoint in my input capture ISR, the program correctly stops inside of it. That means this isnt a hardware issue but instead an issue with how I am calculating time.
Here is the minimally working example of my code:

#include "xc.h" #include  bool stopMotion = 0; volatile unsigned long int currTime = 0; volatile unsigned long int finalTime = 0; volatile unsigned long int overflowtmr = 0; volatile unsigned long int distanceThreshold = 1; void setup(){ CLKDIVbits.RCDIV = 0; TRISBbits.TRISB4 = 1; //input for echo TRISBbits.TRISB5 = 0; //output for trig LATBbits.LATB5 = 0; //IC1 setup IC1CONbits.ICTMR = 0; //timer 3 IC1CONbits.ICM = 1; //PPS for IC1 __builtin_write_OSCCONL(OSCCON & 0xbf);// unlock PPS RPINR7bits.IC1R = 4; // RP4 (pin 11) __builtin_write_OSCCONL(OSCCON 0x40); // lock PPS T3CON = 0; TMR3 = 0; T3CONbits.TCKPS = 3; _T3IF = 0; PR3 = 65535; T3CONbits.TON = 1; IFS0bits.T3IF = 0; IEC0bits.T3IE = 1; IPC2bits.T3IP = 5; IFS0bits.IC1IF = 0; IEC0bits.IC1IE = 1; IPC0bits.IC1IP = 5; } void __attribute__((interrupt, auto_psv)) _IC1Interrupt(){ IFS0bits.IC1IF = 0; if(PORTBbits.RB4 == 1){ currTime = TMR3 + 65536*overflowtmr; } else{ finalTime = TMR3 + 65536*overflowtmr; overflowtmr = 0; TMR3 = 0; finalTime = (finalTime - currTime)*(256)/(16000000); volatile unsigned long int distance = finalTime/58; if(distance <= distanceThreshold) stopMotion = 1; else stopMotion = 0; } } void __attribute__((interrupt, auto_psv)) _T3Interrupt(){ IFS0bits.T3IF = 0; overflowtmr++; } void delay_ms(unsigned int ms){ while(ms-- > 0){ asm("repeat #15999"); asm("nop"); } } void delay_10us(void){ int i = 10; while(i-- > 0){ asm("repeat #3"); asm("nop"); } } void sendTrig(){ LATBbits.LATB5 = 1; delay_10us(); LATBbits.LATB5 = 0; } int main(void) { setup(); while(1){ sendTrig(); delay_ms(2000); } } 

Every week we see versions of the same post: “I’m pregnant, how can I get my immigrant fiancé/husband here for the birth and then have him stay after?” or “Just found out my immigrant fiancée/wife is pregnant, how do I get her here ASAP?” Usually there’s a sense of incredulity (at best) or indignation (at worst) when the OP hears that the only possible legal channels are time-consuming and that it takes longer to resolve immigration cases than the gestational length of a human pregnancy, and that pregnancy is overwhelmingly not a reason to expedite.
I understand that accidents/mistakes happen, but if you’re in the midst of immigration proceedings (or thinking about starting them), AND if care about having your significant other here for the birth and infancy (or having them give birth here), THEN WAIT FOR PREGNANCY. There are so, so, so many options for pregnancy prevention and family planning — but I swear sometimes on this sub it seems like birth control hasn’t been invented. If you’re not willing to wait, then don’t be surprised when you’re a single parent (or your SO is a single parent) throughout pregnancy and for months/years while you wait for clarity on your case. This is very difficult, especially because babies are so physically demanding, but it’s still possible (babies are born to single parents, while their parents are deployed, etc.) But ultimately you don’t get to have it both ways; you have to take the bad with the good. This is the reality of being involved with the immigration system.
Plenty of people are delaying their lives and family planning for immigration purposes; the people who act like they deserve to skip the line because someone didn’t wear a condom are unbelievably frustrating to me. If you can’t do enough research to delay pregnancy, or at least make the decision to proceed with your eyes wide open about what pregnancy means for your immigration case, you really have no business being a parent anyway.