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In 1979 a Puerto Rican man would observe an abduction event while simultaneously being mocked by one shark-toothed grey alien
2024.05.19 17:26 Ufonauter In 1979 a Puerto Rican man would observe an abduction event while simultaneously being mocked by one shark-toothed grey alien
 | The following account comes from the magazine Evidencia OVNI (No.1) by way of Puerto Rican ufologist Jorge Martin, and was later translated and published in the 1997 V42N4 issue of Flying Saucer Review. The text below is the back and forth interview conducted and translated as it appears in the FSR edition. Note: The comments 'G.C.' within this post refer to FSR editor Gordon Creighton. submitted by Ufonauter to HighStrangeness [link] [comments] We learned recently from a Sr. Luis T., Rodriguez of Sabana Grande that, according to an informant known to him, this informant had witnessed the kidnapping of a man near Tallaboa, between the towns of Ponce and Peñuelas, in the southern part of the Island of Puerto Rico. This informant, named Héctor Maldonado, a resident of Ponce, was a night-time employee of a local firm. After very great difficulty, due to his pronounced evasiveness, I did finally manage to contact this man Maldonado (aged 39, resident on Calle Isabel, Ponce), and gradually extract from him the details of his story and get him to take me to the spot where it had happened. It had been at about 9.00 o'clock one morning in November 1979, and he was out jogging near the saltings and mangrove thickets of Ponce Salt, near Tallaboa, and right by the sea, on the southern coast of Puerto Rico Island. He said: "I chanced to turn round suddenly, and there were five or six strange beings there, between 5 ft and 6ft tall, thin, with bald, biggish heads, big almond-shaped glowing eyes - just as though lit up with bright lights - not in the slightest bit normal! It was broad daylight, so it was not a case of some sort of light reflected in their eyes in the way it is at night with animal eyes. That light came from inside their eyes!" (He does not give the actual colour -G.C.) "They had thin necks and long arms, and long hands and fingers. I didn't note how many fingers - I was too shaken to notice it. The strangest thing was that their skin was a greyish-blue colour. I couldn't see any clothing on them - unless that greyish-blue stuff was itself something that covered their entire body, but to me they looked naked. I spotted no sign of any genitals at any time, though to be honest I didn't fix my attention specially on that.“ "The astonishing thing was that they had got hold of a man and were taking him off. He was a human, olive-skinned, about 5ft 9 in height, with lank black hair, and apparently unconscious. He looked as if he were petrified, with his eyes closed, and they had got hold of him by the armpits. They appeared to be very strong, because two of them were lifting him off the ground with ease. He wasn't even dragging his feet; I didn't get a clear view of his face, because I could only see him from the side. "Behind the beings, above the sea, a bit beyond the mangroves, there was a machine hanging stationary in the air. It looked more or less oval in shape, with a cupola on top, and its sides sort of fluted or grooved, and on the top it had a narrow, curved, projection with lots of lights - just like a garland of lights that you see at Christmas time. The thing was of a silvery metallic colour, and big - really big. And just hanging there in the air, not making a sound." "Suddenly one of them, who had been kneeling and seemed to be looking at something on the ground, got up and signed to me, and then I felt something as if it were inside my mind, like a voice, - but a bit strange - different from that - coming seemingly from that being. And I heard him say jestingly to the others: 'LOOK AT THAT ONE - HOW HE'S RUNNING'." (The eyewitness had in fact not stopped jogging). "AND THEN THE BEING HIMSELF STARTED RUNNING, AND MAKING FUN OF ME. Then I got the impression that he said: 'Now - just look how I run,' and he started moving at a quite fantastic speed. Then he halted beside the others, and in my mind I heard him say to them 'WE'LL TAKE HIM TOO. The others replied something like: 'Not him - leave him alone'. ... Something like that. When he was mocking me he had got great big teeth - and pointed ones — like a shark's teeth.” (See the sketch based on the eyewitness's description). https://preview.redd.it/fgti6imvge1d1.png?width=530&format=png&auto=webp&s=8ecbf2a0e06353959b28acd3c29f31dfd6aab54c "Next", he said, "That one that had laughed at me and wanted to take me, gestured towards me with his hand and threw something like a great big drop of some sort of cold liquid, which hit me on the chest. Where that had hit me, I at once began to feel very queer - as though my body was swelling up and I was feeling stiff. Like a sort of cramp. But I was so scared that I forced myself to keep on running. And, as I went on, that queer feeling began to lessen, and so I was able to go on.” "And when I did look back, I saw that they were taking the man towards that craft. I just carried on running, and didn't want to look back, and when I did finally look back next, the craft, and they and the man were all gone. And I just carried on running until I'd got right away from there. "I was terrified. And I didn't tell a soul about it. I was so scared, and felt sure that nobody would believe me. Who was going to believe a story like that? They'd say I was mad, and I wasn't going to expose myself to that, No Señor!" We asked Maldonado to give us more details of the man they were carrying off. He said: "Well, he was olive-skinned, with black hair. I don't think he would have been more than about 30. Slim. He was wearing a two-piece suit, with a check pattern, and of a creamy sort of shade. But I didn't get a clear view of his face because - as I've told you - he was sideways on to me all the time. And yes - the man was unconscious or dead. I imagine unconscious". We asked: "Didn't you notify the Police about what you had seen?" "No", he replied. "As I've already told you, I was very scared. I didn't think they would believe me. For a long time I have felt bad about what might have happened to that chap that they were taking, because I've no doubt whatsoever that they were indeed taking him. But my fear was too great, and I did nothing. For a long time I carried in my mind the scene of what happened. I couldn't stop thinking about it. But bit by bit I got control of myself and was able to bear it". I asked: "Did you continue to go jogging at that place?" He replied: "For a long time I didn't go back there, but after three years, when I was feeling calmer, I did go back there. "One day, I was running there again, on that same sector, and I fell down suddenly, because there was a change of level in the soil there. And when I looked to see the cause, I perceived that the soil there had sunk, forming a perfect circle about 100ft. in diameter. It looked just as though something large and heavy had rested there. I was astonished to see that, but I also noticed that over on the further edge of the circle some individuals with a red minibus belonging to the Civil Defence Dept. were checking the circle. That was around 1982 or May 1983. It's near the place on the salt-flats where they spread out the shrimps in the sun.” "After that, I lingered there for a while, and talked to those people, and to others, all of whom had seen UFOs thereabouts. "Furthermore, when I read of other things that you had investigated and that you had published previously in the review ENIGMA, showing more or less similar beings that have been seen in the Island and in other places, by other people, then I realized that I wasn't the only one to have seen them.” "It's true, and for some reason the Governments hide it and cover it up. But as I see it, there's far too much going on, and in the end they are going to have to give some sort of explanation and say what it is that is going on." https://preview.redd.it/st1yxeg0he1d1.png?width=362&format=png&auto=webp&s=950d230625ca99797ef79b953933234588e79caa |
2024.05.19 17:26 Ufonauter In 1979 a Puerto Rican man would observe an abduction event while simultaneously being mocked by one shark-toothed grey alien
 | The following account comes from the magazine Evidencia OVNI (No.1) by way of Puerto Rican ufologist Jorge Martin, and was later translated and published in the 1997 V42N4 issue of Flying Saucer Review. The text below is the back and forth interview conducted and translated as it appears in the FSR edition. Note: The comments 'G.C.' within this post refer to FSR editor Gordon Creighton. submitted by Ufonauter to aliens [link] [comments] We learned recently from a Sr. Luis T., Rodriguez of Sabana Grande that, according to an informant known to him, this informant had witnessed the kidnapping of a man near Tallaboa, between the towns of Ponce and Peñuelas, in the southern part of the Island of Puerto Rico. This informant, named Héctor Maldonado, a resident of Ponce, was a night-time employee of a local firm. After very great difficulty, due to his pronounced evasiveness, I did finally manage to contact this man Maldonado (aged 39, resident on Calle Isabel, Ponce), and gradually extract from him the details of his story and get him to take me to the spot where it had happened. It had been at about 9.00 o'clock one morning in November 1979, and he was out jogging near the saltings and mangrove thickets of Ponce Salt, near Tallaboa, and right by the sea, on the southern coast of Puerto Rico Island. He said: "I chanced to turn round suddenly, and there were five or six strange beings there, between 5 ft and 6ft tall, thin, with bald, biggish heads, big almond-shaped glowing eyes - just as though lit up with bright lights - not in the slightest bit normal! It was broad daylight, so it was not a case of some sort of light reflected in their eyes in the way it is at night with animal eyes. That light came from inside their eyes!" (He does not give the actual colour -G.C.) "They had thin necks and long arms, and long hands and fingers. I didn't note how many fingers - I was too shaken to notice it. The strangest thing was that their skin was a greyish-blue colour. I couldn't see any clothing on them - unless that greyish-blue stuff was itself something that covered their entire body, but to me they looked naked. I spotted no sign of any genitals at any time, though to be honest I didn't fix my attention specially on that.“ "The astonishing thing was that they had got hold of a man and were taking him off. He was a human, olive-skinned, about 5ft 9 in height, with lank black hair, and apparently unconscious. He looked as if he were petrified, with his eyes closed, and they had got hold of him by the armpits. They appeared to be very strong, because two of them were lifting him off the ground with ease. He wasn't even dragging his feet; I didn't get a clear view of his face, because I could only see him from the side. "Behind the beings, above the sea, a bit beyond the mangroves, there was a machine hanging stationary in the air. It looked more or less oval in shape, with a cupola on top, and its sides sort of fluted or grooved, and on the top it had a narrow, curved, projection with lots of lights - just like a garland of lights that you see at Christmas time. The thing was of a silvery metallic colour, and big - really big. And just hanging there in the air, not making a sound." "Suddenly one of them, who had been kneeling and seemed to be looking at something on the ground, got up and signed to me, and then I felt something as if it were inside my mind, like a voice, - but a bit strange - different from that - coming seemingly from that being. And I heard him say jestingly to the others: 'LOOK AT THAT ONE - HOW HE'S RUNNING'." (The eyewitness had in fact not stopped jogging). "AND THEN THE BEING HIMSELF STARTED RUNNING, AND MAKING FUN OF ME. Then I got the impression that he said: 'Now - just look how I run,' and he started moving at a quite fantastic speed. Then he halted beside the others, and in my mind I heard him say to them 'WE'LL TAKE HIM TOO. The others replied something like: 'Not him - leave him alone'. ... Something like that. When he was mocking me he had got great big teeth - and pointed ones — like a shark's teeth.” (See the sketch based on the eyewitness's description). https://preview.redd.it/68y8l2ewfe1d1.png?width=530&format=png&auto=webp&s=2e332c151ac69bbe43b0ba1f43dca2bd3585d36c "Next", he said, "That one that had laughed at me and wanted to take me, gestured towards me with his hand and threw something like a great big drop of some sort of cold liquid, which hit me on the chest. Where that had hit me, I at once began to feel very queer - as though my body was swelling up and I was feeling stiff. Like a sort of cramp. But I was so scared that I forced myself to keep on running. And, as I went on, that queer feeling began to lessen, and so I was able to go on.” "And when I did look back, I saw that they were taking the man towards that craft. I just carried on running, and didn't want to look back, and when I did finally look back next, the craft, and they and the man were all gone. And I just carried on running until I'd got right away from there. "I was terrified. And I didn't tell a soul about it. I was so scared, and felt sure that nobody would believe me. Who was going to believe a story like that? They'd say I was mad, and I wasn't going to expose myself to that, No Señor!" We asked Maldonado to give us more details of the man they were carrying off. He said: "Well, he was olive-skinned, with black hair. I don't think he would have been more than about 30. Slim. He was wearing a two-piece suit, with a check pattern, and of a creamy sort of shade. But I didn't get a clear view of his face because - as I've told you - he was sideways on to me all the time. And yes - the man was unconscious or dead. I imagine unconscious". We asked: "Didn't you notify the Police about what you had seen?" "No", he replied. "As I've already told you, I was very scared. I didn't think they would believe me. For a long time I have felt bad about what might have happened to that chap that they were taking, because I've no doubt whatsoever that they were indeed taking him. But my fear was too great, and I did nothing. For a long time I carried in my mind the scene of what happened. I couldn't stop thinking about it. But bit by bit I got control of myself and was able to bear it". I asked: "Did you continue to go jogging at that place?" He replied: "For a long time I didn't go back there, but after three years, when I was feeling calmer, I did go back there. "One day, I was running there again, on that same sector, and I fell down suddenly, because there was a change of level in the soil there. And when I looked to see the cause, I perceived that the soil there had sunk, forming a perfect circle about 100ft. in diameter. It looked just as though something large and heavy had rested there. I was astonished to see that, but I also noticed that over on the further edge of the circle some individuals with a red minibus belonging to the Civil Defence Dept. were checking the circle. That was around 1982 or May 1983. It's near the place on the salt-flats where they spread out the shrimps in the sun.” "After that, I lingered there for a while, and talked to those people, and to others, all of whom had seen UFOs thereabouts. "Furthermore, when I read of other things that you had investigated and that you had published previously in the review ENIGMA, showing more or less similar beings that have been seen in the Island and in other places, by other people, then I realized that I wasn't the only one to have seen them.” "It's true, and for some reason the Governments hide it and cover it up. But as I see it, there's far too much going on, and in the end they are going to have to give some sort of explanation and say what it is that is going on." https://preview.redd.it/5usbfn65ge1d1.png?width=362&format=png&auto=webp&s=09e7e338d35c3740844c39d17d2f08e218703b19 |
2024.05.19 17:25 emmascarlett899 You can change one part of your body so that it is perfect and never ages while the rest goes through the normal aging process. What do you pick?
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2024.05.19 17:24 Amandarr10 Need some advice, what do I do?
Soo... I took a break from shifting, it was probobly 4 months? Not necessarily that I took a break, I just got caught up In some stuff and simply forgot.
But basically-
When I started trying to shift, I felt CRAZY symptoms, even in my first try!! Every single time I tried shifting, I felt something new. Like not feeling some of my body parts, having a tingling feeling, getting random itchiness, hearing random noises, and the list goes on. I knew I was close to shifting, I could feel it! I was really, really close, and I knew it!
But... After I took the "break" I tried to shift a few more times. To my surprise, I felt nothing, absolutely nothing. No more symptoms, no more excitement, nothing. I did everything I used to do, but nothing worked. I'm feeling very disappointed and sad right now because I just feel like I've lost progress, and I just don't know what to do anymore. ):
I really need some advice on how to get back on track and be where I was just a few months ago.
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But basically-
When I started trying to shift, I felt CRAZY symptoms, even in my first try!! Every single time I tried shifting, I felt something new. Like not feeling some of my body parts, having a tingling feeling, getting random itchiness, hearing random noises, and the list goes on. I knew I was close to shifting, I could feel it! I was really, really close, and I knew it!
But... After I took the "break" I tried to shift a few more times. To my surprise, I felt nothing, absolutely nothing. No more symptoms, no more excitement, nothing. I did everything I used to do, but nothing worked. I'm feeling very disappointed and sad right now because I just feel like I've lost progress, and I just don't know what to do anymore. ):
I really need some advice on how to get back on track and be where I was just a few months ago.
2024.05.19 17:24 Intelligent_King6542 Sukuna Didn't Lose Its RCT Completely
 | Sukuna cannot heal his arms and heart with his current RCT output, so he does not use his RCT on those parts of his body. So, does Sukuna not use RCT at all? I think Sukuna uses RCT to heal the burned part of his head. We've already learned that he uses his CT on a different part of his brain to use Domain Expansion. submitted by Intelligent_King6542 to Jujutsushi [link] [comments] That's why I think the jujutsu users will all jump on Sukuna at some point when they think that Sukuna's CT has become completely unusable, just like they sent Todo when Sukuna was in bad shape. What Sukuna has to do in this situation is to take out their strong supports, like Todo and Ui Ui, until the burned area of the brain is completely healed. Todo's ability to teleport 50 people per second would be overpowering in a battle where everyone jumps on Sukuna. And Ui Ui can take people to Shoko and carry them back to the battlefield while everyone is attacking Sukuna. So Sukuna needs to get rid of these two supports. First he needs to get Todo out of the battle, because Ui Ui only appears when he's taking people to Shoko. So Sukuna needs to neutralize Todo's CT first. When Ui Ui comes to teleport someone, Sukuna either has to do what he did to Hana or he has to be able to kill Ui Ui. I don't think jujutsu users know that Sukuna used a different part of the brain to use his burnt CT. https://preview.redd.it/32rla31cie1d1.jpg?width=784&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ca14f7e3ccefdd57426033a761cebc2c1d993d9d |
2024.05.19 17:21 m1n1m Spot repair - Santorini black
Removed 12year old wrap from my range rover and even if I heated and did it carefully I pulled paint a few spots of paint. When I got a quote on the price to paint it I figured I'd try to learn this myself as I lov DIY in teh garage. Got a Iwata LPH-80 paint gun, dryer column setup and I've been test painting on some scrap parts to learn the basics. What I've yet to test is to blend color to the car.
The worst damage is on the hood front and on one of the doors. I know that for best results I should paint the whole panel but can I blend these and get decent results? If blending the base do I need to clear coat the whole panel? It's an old car so the paint isn't perfect anyways. I have blend agent/reducer to spray between old/new clear but I can't really test this on the scrap parts since the color doesn't match. The Iwaya LPH-80 is a tad small for doing the whole hood/bonnet for clearcoat I think and there's a big risk I won't get a good results on a big panel like that beeing inexperienced with painting and all.
https://preview.redd.it/hdioob3uhe1d1.png?width=1154&format=png&auto=webp&s=edd768449126cfd8b9a9ab181ba549b716ce3ab6
https://preview.redd.it/d6rw8a0vhe1d1.png?width=1192&format=png&auto=webp&s=31266b4fb81a443e3150375be755b3e56886e381
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The worst damage is on the hood front and on one of the doors. I know that for best results I should paint the whole panel but can I blend these and get decent results? If blending the base do I need to clear coat the whole panel? It's an old car so the paint isn't perfect anyways. I have blend agent/reducer to spray between old/new clear but I can't really test this on the scrap parts since the color doesn't match. The Iwaya LPH-80 is a tad small for doing the whole hood/bonnet for clearcoat I think and there's a big risk I won't get a good results on a big panel like that beeing inexperienced with painting and all.
https://preview.redd.it/hdioob3uhe1d1.png?width=1154&format=png&auto=webp&s=edd768449126cfd8b9a9ab181ba549b716ce3ab6
https://preview.redd.it/d6rw8a0vhe1d1.png?width=1192&format=png&auto=webp&s=31266b4fb81a443e3150375be755b3e56886e381
2024.05.19 17:17 junglediffy Non clinical issues with consultant
Hello im just really upset and trying to figure out if I am to blame? Im a new paediatric trainee my supervisor asked as part of my PDP to attend an allergy clinic. Permission was already gained to attend her clinic on a certain day.
When i attended i was interrogated about what i would be doing if i wasnt in clinic and that she'd allow it on this occasion to attend given i wasnt a registrar yet.
I saw some patients and felt I was doing well as I had already done a JCF post in Paeds and was familiar with working with children. The consultant however kept trying to embarass me throughout consultations?? Picking things like your eyeliner is off centre (the only makeup I wear) and that I'm intimidating her with the look on my face???? She then tells me my body language is overconfident.
She then comes up asks me to leave clinic between patients when they havent checked in and talks behind my back to the nurses :( I've never met this lady before. I ended up just emailing my supervisor and leaving mid-clinic out of embarassment. I'm now worried what they'll say? How do I defend myself? I don't know anyone.
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When i attended i was interrogated about what i would be doing if i wasnt in clinic and that she'd allow it on this occasion to attend given i wasnt a registrar yet.
I saw some patients and felt I was doing well as I had already done a JCF post in Paeds and was familiar with working with children. The consultant however kept trying to embarass me throughout consultations?? Picking things like your eyeliner is off centre (the only makeup I wear) and that I'm intimidating her with the look on my face???? She then tells me my body language is overconfident.
She then comes up asks me to leave clinic between patients when they havent checked in and talks behind my back to the nurses :( I've never met this lady before. I ended up just emailing my supervisor and leaving mid-clinic out of embarassment. I'm now worried what they'll say? How do I defend myself? I don't know anyone.
2024.05.19 17:16 MegaEdeath1 Ken in the bee movie is still absolutely the villain
So after seeing a post in memes about the common internet consensus that Ken in the Bee Movie is actually the one sane person in the movie, I brought up how no hes actually consistently a bad person yet I was downvote to oblivion because from what I can only assume herd mindset, so now I think I'm just gonna talk about how he is the villain and debunking the 2 most common arguments for Ken:
He was cucked by a Bee: Now this is a popular one cause its funny to just go "dude was cucked by a bee and was labelled the villain for it" but in the movie he was never cucked by Barry, the only thing that even suggests that Vanessa and Barry had a not completely platonic relationship is the fact that Barry at the beginning showed that he had a bit of a crush on her however Vanessa never reciprocated those feelings and doesnt even know that he had a crush on her, this misconception probably came about due to Barry's dream sequence and the court scene where the lawyer was accusing Barry and Vanessa of having a romantic relationship for some reason (yeah not defending that part of the movie) but its still a consistent fact that their relationship for the most part is platonic.
He was the one sane person in the movie: This argument I think is the one that holds the most merit but that doesn't mean it holds a lot of merit, whilst Vanessa isn't the most sane individual (thinking that she can be a good enough lawyer for Barry instead of trying to find one) that doesn't mean that Ken is any better, I will start off that when he 1st met Barry and tried to kill him I think whilst he overreacted he still had a decent reason to overreact since hes apparently deathly allergic to bees and one flew into his house and at this point he had similar knowledge of bees that anyone whos reading this probably has so he didn't knowingly try to kill a sentient being (since in this movie bees have the same sentience/sapience/overall self awareness as a human being) and I do think Vanessa here could have been a bit more understanding and his next scene isn't exactly horrible, he did do a decent job at composing himself around Barry and his reaction to hearing about the trial was reasonable, though again he overreacted about yogurt night when they could have just rescheduled (also his girlfriend is now busy with the whole lawsuit so he could be more understanding on that front), now his next scene is where I think hes literally insane since whilst he did a good job at composing himself at 1st (still came off as petty but credit where credit is due) and then he randomly implied that Barry was trying to get with Vanessa (which to his knowledge this is just a bee, there isn't much reason to believe that a bee would get with a human woman... I mean he did have a crush on her but with the knowledge he has its a big leap to make) but then after Barry was just trying to make small talk and was just trying to relate with Ken about them looking for a job Ken was still seething (which whilst I understand he probably just wanted to have a 1 on 1 date with his girlfriend he could have just communicated that to her instead of what hes about to do), so when Barry went to the bathroom Ken had the bright idea to go in with him... to beat him to death. I'm not kidding you can look it up yourself just because of all that he wanted to beat Barry to death and too Barry's credit the entire time he was trying to deescalate and only fought back a tiny bit at the end, and when Ken realized that beating him to death would be kind of inconvenient he used a makeshift flamethrower to try and burn Barry alive (yk, one of, if not the most painful experiences someone can go through, something that could actually burn down the entire house killing both himself and Vanessa and anybody else in the building) and when that didn't work out Barry was STILL trying to deescalate correctly pointing out that this was pathetic, even Ken here agrees that he has issues and then tried to drown Barry (side note after rewatching the scene I do have to admit the lines were pretty good and witty) and then when THAT didn't work he tried to beat Barry to death again before Vanessa stopped him and he was still petty enough to start saying that he doesn't even like honey and stuff like that (which Barry would actually appreciate but go off king), so fellas, would a sane man try to burn someone to death just because they checks notes are close with they're girlfriend?
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He was cucked by a Bee: Now this is a popular one cause its funny to just go "dude was cucked by a bee and was labelled the villain for it" but in the movie he was never cucked by Barry, the only thing that even suggests that Vanessa and Barry had a not completely platonic relationship is the fact that Barry at the beginning showed that he had a bit of a crush on her however Vanessa never reciprocated those feelings and doesnt even know that he had a crush on her, this misconception probably came about due to Barry's dream sequence and the court scene where the lawyer was accusing Barry and Vanessa of having a romantic relationship for some reason (yeah not defending that part of the movie) but its still a consistent fact that their relationship for the most part is platonic.
He was the one sane person in the movie: This argument I think is the one that holds the most merit but that doesn't mean it holds a lot of merit, whilst Vanessa isn't the most sane individual (thinking that she can be a good enough lawyer for Barry instead of trying to find one) that doesn't mean that Ken is any better, I will start off that when he 1st met Barry and tried to kill him I think whilst he overreacted he still had a decent reason to overreact since hes apparently deathly allergic to bees and one flew into his house and at this point he had similar knowledge of bees that anyone whos reading this probably has so he didn't knowingly try to kill a sentient being (since in this movie bees have the same sentience/sapience/overall self awareness as a human being) and I do think Vanessa here could have been a bit more understanding and his next scene isn't exactly horrible, he did do a decent job at composing himself around Barry and his reaction to hearing about the trial was reasonable, though again he overreacted about yogurt night when they could have just rescheduled (also his girlfriend is now busy with the whole lawsuit so he could be more understanding on that front), now his next scene is where I think hes literally insane since whilst he did a good job at composing himself at 1st (still came off as petty but credit where credit is due) and then he randomly implied that Barry was trying to get with Vanessa (which to his knowledge this is just a bee, there isn't much reason to believe that a bee would get with a human woman... I mean he did have a crush on her but with the knowledge he has its a big leap to make) but then after Barry was just trying to make small talk and was just trying to relate with Ken about them looking for a job Ken was still seething (which whilst I understand he probably just wanted to have a 1 on 1 date with his girlfriend he could have just communicated that to her instead of what hes about to do), so when Barry went to the bathroom Ken had the bright idea to go in with him... to beat him to death. I'm not kidding you can look it up yourself just because of all that he wanted to beat Barry to death and too Barry's credit the entire time he was trying to deescalate and only fought back a tiny bit at the end, and when Ken realized that beating him to death would be kind of inconvenient he used a makeshift flamethrower to try and burn Barry alive (yk, one of, if not the most painful experiences someone can go through, something that could actually burn down the entire house killing both himself and Vanessa and anybody else in the building) and when that didn't work out Barry was STILL trying to deescalate correctly pointing out that this was pathetic, even Ken here agrees that he has issues and then tried to drown Barry (side note after rewatching the scene I do have to admit the lines were pretty good and witty) and then when THAT didn't work he tried to beat Barry to death again before Vanessa stopped him and he was still petty enough to start saying that he doesn't even like honey and stuff like that (which Barry would actually appreciate but go off king), so fellas, would a sane man try to burn someone to death just because they checks notes are close with they're girlfriend?
2024.05.19 17:16 atra55 Unmatched potential, Chapter 11
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Essemi chapter
The Defender of Virtues was … Well, at least it was capable of moving around, which was rather impressive considering its age. It was built during the Aviel succession crisis, more than a century ago. It was, at the time, a brilliant display of engineering.
To be honest, its sheer size was still impressive, and it was probably better to command it than a smaller, more recent ship. Its shape was a classic example of the later Altirian period, a sort of arrow as the main body, with two smaller one attached to the sides. On the side the artificial gravity considered the “top”, there were building-like structures, resembling a city.
The whole thing looked like it was built for atmospheric flight, which was very much not the case, considering it was more than 800 meters long, and as such would probably fall apart under the forces applied. But it was definitely stylish, even if a little outdated, and still very practical.
There were worse ships to be stuck on for months for sure, and the crew was pretty nice too, barring the exception sitting in front of me. Of course, I was the one who needed to manage Commander Zedbi for the foreseeable future.
“I have come once again to make my complaints heard, Captain.”
“Commander, it’s much too late for me to go back on my decision, even if I wanted to. Complaining now will accomplish nothing except waste everyone’s time.”
“Well, perhaps you should have thought about that before limiting me to bringing only three servants on board. Someone of my status needs at least five, even in special circumstances.”
“Commander, this is a long-term mission. Anyone we bring will be a significant strain on our precious resources. I consider three servants to be more than sufficient for our officers.”
“Yes, I guess you wouldn’t understand who would need more personnel than your mother was ever able to afford. Then again, you only have one butler on a captain’s salary. Guess the Temidian blood runs strong in your family.”
“Enough, Commander. Go back to your post or this conversation will be reported to high command on our return.”
“You wouldn’t dare! They’ll know I’m right!”
Curiously for someone so sure of his righteousness, he still left the bridge, letting me concentrate on the maps of what was known on Terra space. The answer was resoundingly ‘not much’. But we could speculate on what systems would be the potentially juiciest to settle for them, considering what we knew.
I was busy planning the best potential routes for our operation, when the absolute darkness I could see through the glass bay suddenly filled with stars, and the main alarm began blasting.
“We left FTL”, screamed a Licam operating the propulsion system.
“I can see that,” I mumble. “Cut the alarm and send everyone to their combat position. Every officer on the bridge. We need to assess the situation.”
I was already thinking. We were five days of travel away from Earth. We had just encountered an FTL disruption field. What could that mean? Well first of all, the map the sensors were building around us didn’t detect any significant body or hostile vessels nearby, which meant… The disruption field filled a significant part of the system!
For what purpose? It was obvious: traversing it without distortion would take us months. It was a wall. I quickly went over the implications. A disruptor station had to be manned, or at least, maintained. That meant they needed ships travelling for months at sub light speed to resupply these stations! That was quite the commitment to prevent us entry. Fortunately, we could easily turn back to exit the field and go back home, which is exactly what I ordered.
Then, something impossible happened. A ship appeared on the radar, as if it had just exited a jump. But it had done so in the disruption field. Even worse, the gravitational wave detector spiked, like we were now almost right next to the disruptor.
I realized that it was the case: this ship could ignore the disruption field, and as such it had no problem having the disruptor on board.
We began blasting at it with our energy weaponry, to no avail. They were essentially teleporting after each time they fired, always being gone by the time our rays reached their position.
After of few minutes of that pointless exchange of fire, were our weapons never hit and theirs did barely any damage, twelve new signals appeared on the screen coming towards us at a terrifying speed. Missiles! No, the way they maneuvered to escape our point defenses ruled that out. Strike crafts…
The Terrans were hopelessly outmatched in firepower, and elven of the strike crafts were destroyed. But the last one managed to slam in the left “secondary hull”, destroying it almost entirely. We could survive without it, but I doubted that was all the Humans had in stock. We needed to get out now, but how? We were in the middle of a light-hour wide disruption field, that our enemy could somehow ignore! But that gave me an idea. If it didn’t work, we were dead anyway.
“Activate the disruptor!”
My subordinates didn’t understand why I would do that when the enemy was clearly immune to it, but they weren’t paid to think, and they knew it! (Those who were paid at all, that is.)
as soon as our own field reached the enemy ship, they became a lot less jumpy. I was right, they could jump in the field they generated, but ours could still pin them down!
“Fire a relativistic missile at them and cut the field so that they can jump a second before it hits them!”
If we destroyed the main craft, I had no doubt the strike crafts would avenge it. If they fled, however, we might have a chance. Of course, the most logical course of action for them would be to dodge and finish us of, but I hoped one second would be a short delay enough to overwrite rationality in the brains of our opponents.
And I was right. After a few hours, when the enormous disruption field had completely dissolved, our enemies still hadn’t returned, and we were able to escape.
If Commander Zebdi had not met his demise during the battle, (a tragedy that took me several seconds to recover from), he would have probably pointed out that that we should have destroyed the ship at the cost of our lives in the name of honor.
I, however, was certain that the intel we were bringing back would be a more devasting blow to humanity than the loss of any ship could be. The fact that it allowed us to remain alive was merely a pleasant side effect.
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To be honest, its sheer size was still impressive, and it was probably better to command it than a smaller, more recent ship. Its shape was a classic example of the later Altirian period, a sort of arrow as the main body, with two smaller one attached to the sides. On the side the artificial gravity considered the “top”, there were building-like structures, resembling a city.
The whole thing looked like it was built for atmospheric flight, which was very much not the case, considering it was more than 800 meters long, and as such would probably fall apart under the forces applied. But it was definitely stylish, even if a little outdated, and still very practical.
There were worse ships to be stuck on for months for sure, and the crew was pretty nice too, barring the exception sitting in front of me. Of course, I was the one who needed to manage Commander Zedbi for the foreseeable future.
“I have come once again to make my complaints heard, Captain.”
“Commander, it’s much too late for me to go back on my decision, even if I wanted to. Complaining now will accomplish nothing except waste everyone’s time.”
“Well, perhaps you should have thought about that before limiting me to bringing only three servants on board. Someone of my status needs at least five, even in special circumstances.”
“Commander, this is a long-term mission. Anyone we bring will be a significant strain on our precious resources. I consider three servants to be more than sufficient for our officers.”
“Yes, I guess you wouldn’t understand who would need more personnel than your mother was ever able to afford. Then again, you only have one butler on a captain’s salary. Guess the Temidian blood runs strong in your family.”
“Enough, Commander. Go back to your post or this conversation will be reported to high command on our return.”
“You wouldn’t dare! They’ll know I’m right!”
Curiously for someone so sure of his righteousness, he still left the bridge, letting me concentrate on the maps of what was known on Terra space. The answer was resoundingly ‘not much’. But we could speculate on what systems would be the potentially juiciest to settle for them, considering what we knew.
I was busy planning the best potential routes for our operation, when the absolute darkness I could see through the glass bay suddenly filled with stars, and the main alarm began blasting.
“We left FTL”, screamed a Licam operating the propulsion system.
“I can see that,” I mumble. “Cut the alarm and send everyone to their combat position. Every officer on the bridge. We need to assess the situation.”
I was already thinking. We were five days of travel away from Earth. We had just encountered an FTL disruption field. What could that mean? Well first of all, the map the sensors were building around us didn’t detect any significant body or hostile vessels nearby, which meant… The disruption field filled a significant part of the system!
For what purpose? It was obvious: traversing it without distortion would take us months. It was a wall. I quickly went over the implications. A disruptor station had to be manned, or at least, maintained. That meant they needed ships travelling for months at sub light speed to resupply these stations! That was quite the commitment to prevent us entry. Fortunately, we could easily turn back to exit the field and go back home, which is exactly what I ordered.
Then, something impossible happened. A ship appeared on the radar, as if it had just exited a jump. But it had done so in the disruption field. Even worse, the gravitational wave detector spiked, like we were now almost right next to the disruptor.
I realized that it was the case: this ship could ignore the disruption field, and as such it had no problem having the disruptor on board.
We began blasting at it with our energy weaponry, to no avail. They were essentially teleporting after each time they fired, always being gone by the time our rays reached their position.
After of few minutes of that pointless exchange of fire, were our weapons never hit and theirs did barely any damage, twelve new signals appeared on the screen coming towards us at a terrifying speed. Missiles! No, the way they maneuvered to escape our point defenses ruled that out. Strike crafts…
The Terrans were hopelessly outmatched in firepower, and elven of the strike crafts were destroyed. But the last one managed to slam in the left “secondary hull”, destroying it almost entirely. We could survive without it, but I doubted that was all the Humans had in stock. We needed to get out now, but how? We were in the middle of a light-hour wide disruption field, that our enemy could somehow ignore! But that gave me an idea. If it didn’t work, we were dead anyway.
“Activate the disruptor!”
My subordinates didn’t understand why I would do that when the enemy was clearly immune to it, but they weren’t paid to think, and they knew it! (Those who were paid at all, that is.)
as soon as our own field reached the enemy ship, they became a lot less jumpy. I was right, they could jump in the field they generated, but ours could still pin them down!
“Fire a relativistic missile at them and cut the field so that they can jump a second before it hits them!”
If we destroyed the main craft, I had no doubt the strike crafts would avenge it. If they fled, however, we might have a chance. Of course, the most logical course of action for them would be to dodge and finish us of, but I hoped one second would be a short delay enough to overwrite rationality in the brains of our opponents.
And I was right. After a few hours, when the enormous disruption field had completely dissolved, our enemies still hadn’t returned, and we were able to escape.
If Commander Zebdi had not met his demise during the battle, (a tragedy that took me several seconds to recover from), he would have probably pointed out that that we should have destroyed the ship at the cost of our lives in the name of honor.
I, however, was certain that the intel we were bringing back would be a more devasting blow to humanity than the loss of any ship could be. The fact that it allowed us to remain alive was merely a pleasant side effect.
2024.05.19 17:14 maxdreamland Is this a bug in the fluid transfer system?
While i did some testing to find out the best (aka fastest) method to transfer fluids between two tanks, i stumbled upon the following effect, which i believe to be a bug. Can someone confirm this to be buggy or explain where my error of thinking is?
You'll find a workshop link below for a small creation that showcases the problem. The setup is as follows:
a premade "source" tank with a gas relief valve that holds diesel. A custom "destination" tank with both a liquid- & gas meter, as well as a barometer and a gas relief valve. And a small pump between them. Importantly there is also a fluid relief valve in front of the pump, so that only fluids (diesel) can be pumped from the source tank to the destination tank.
The only reason i made the destination tank a custom tank is because for my usecase i need a "data node" that tells me how much fluids are in the tank, excluding gases. And as far as i know the premade tanks only give you "full content" (including both fluids and gases)
When you spawn in the creation the pump is automatically started and diesel is pumped from the source into the destination tank. at some point the pressure in the destination tank exceeds 11 atm (apparently because fluid is pumped in faster than gas can evacuate through the destination tanks gas relief valve), at which point the pump stops pumping, because 11 atm is the pressure difference limit of the small pump. At that point there is still some gases left in the destination tank, but after a while those gases will have evacuated the destination tank via its gas relief valve.
But, and here comes the "bug" part, the pressure in the destination tank never again falls below 11 atm, so the pump never starts to pump again, even after all the gases have bee evacuated from the destination tank the pressure still shows 11 atm. The system reaches a wrong "equilibrium" with just 217 liters of diesel in the destination tank, but both the fluid- and gas meter tell me that the destination tank has a capacity of 281 liters.
If the tank is only 77% filled with diesel and there are no gases in the tank, then the pressure should be 0 atm and the pump should be able to pump the remaining 64 liters of diesel into the tank, right?
https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3250041852
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You'll find a workshop link below for a small creation that showcases the problem. The setup is as follows:
a premade "source" tank with a gas relief valve that holds diesel. A custom "destination" tank with both a liquid- & gas meter, as well as a barometer and a gas relief valve. And a small pump between them. Importantly there is also a fluid relief valve in front of the pump, so that only fluids (diesel) can be pumped from the source tank to the destination tank.
The only reason i made the destination tank a custom tank is because for my usecase i need a "data node" that tells me how much fluids are in the tank, excluding gases. And as far as i know the premade tanks only give you "full content" (including both fluids and gases)
When you spawn in the creation the pump is automatically started and diesel is pumped from the source into the destination tank. at some point the pressure in the destination tank exceeds 11 atm (apparently because fluid is pumped in faster than gas can evacuate through the destination tanks gas relief valve), at which point the pump stops pumping, because 11 atm is the pressure difference limit of the small pump. At that point there is still some gases left in the destination tank, but after a while those gases will have evacuated the destination tank via its gas relief valve.
But, and here comes the "bug" part, the pressure in the destination tank never again falls below 11 atm, so the pump never starts to pump again, even after all the gases have bee evacuated from the destination tank the pressure still shows 11 atm. The system reaches a wrong "equilibrium" with just 217 liters of diesel in the destination tank, but both the fluid- and gas meter tell me that the destination tank has a capacity of 281 liters.
If the tank is only 77% filled with diesel and there are no gases in the tank, then the pressure should be 0 atm and the pump should be able to pump the remaining 64 liters of diesel into the tank, right?
https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3250041852
2024.05.19 17:12 VizierAreme Rough Chapter 5
Waking up in the middle of the night I find myself restless
So much has come into focus in the last few days. The station, my first steps on another world. It is all a bit overwhelming. Relaxing my thoughts drift off thinking about how I got here. A young girl on Europa, being selected for training after my aptitude tests, the Academy on Ganymede. Then as always my thoughts drift back to… her…
Lucy…
We started at rivals at the academy, we were from different worlds. Literally, me from Europa a wet ocean world remote and isolated, her an inner worlder from the hot dusty plains of Venus. We were water and fire.
The professors pitted us against each other from day one, based on our aptitude tests we were the top of the class. They split the class into teams and gave us challenges. I like to say I got the better of her, I was fast out the gate winning a few challenges. But Lucy turned back on me in a vengeance, she had a magnetism to her that caused our classmates to almost be addicted to her. People from my team would defect over to Lucy. Soon I found myself vastly outnumbered.
One day after Lucy and her team thrashed me again in a simulated strategy challenge. I left and I needed to be alone. I showered, went into the sauna. Replaying the moves again and again. How was I going to get the upper hand. She outnumbered me so much.
Everyone knew to leave me alone in the sauna. It was where I thought, relaxed, my place of peace. I was frustrated, I lean back against the wall and let me hands wander. Gently down my body, letting my stress evaporate as I tease myself…Then the door opened…. And it was Lucy. A cocky grin in her face.
We had been thinking about nothing but each other and we had both become obsessed. When that tension broke. Let me just say in a sauna fire and water combine to make something beautiful. Lucy and I did as well.
She moved towards me quickly, letting her towel drop, she was direct with a purpose. Grabbing the back of my head and kissing me deeply. I was shocked.. surprised... Excited..
I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her back. A deep need inside of me welling up, our lips slid across each other's as our tongue intertwined. I poured my life water of passion into her. She flared up and accepted my passion. Her hands exploring my body as I moved my knees between her legs.
Fuuuccckkk…. When she arched her back… so beautiful… MMM nnngghhhh an orgasm washed over me in my bed while I thought of Lucy.
Panting… even after all this time, separated by a waygate and unfathomable distance my body still yearned for her, I still yearned for her. Rolling onto my side I stare out my window into the vastness of space and the void. My fingers still ryhmically dancing on my pussy. Fingers sliding in and out
Your taught at the academy not to develop attachments, especially since the top prize, the highest honor of our training, to one day fly a deep space exploration through a waygate. Which would put us alone, in a different system. Like I am now.
Even if I power up my waygate in record time and rush home. Lucy is most likely gone. She was my alternate, meaning had I been unable to go this time she would have. It also means she most likely the deployed to her own system and would be gone before I returned. Likely I would never see her again.
Biting my lips and pressing a hand out onto the glass…yes…yes.. there
Fuck again….Fuucckkkkk LLLLuuucccCC
EeeeeeeeeerrrrrreeeemmmmmAAAAAA, a beautiful black haired woman orgasms in a bed identical to Emeras save the ambient lighting is blue inside of pink.
Fuck…. That was good. I find myself panting as I step out into the hallway of my ship. 2 days since the waygate, 6 months since I last saw Emera. Since she departed through her gate. Stars know if she still lives.
It was a rare happening, another gate coming online shortly after Emera’s departure. I thought I would be flying routine patrols around the system. Now I'm alone. Alone with my thoughts of her, and my AI Julia. Fuck. Why couldn't we have gone together. Why only one pilot to a ship. Who knows maybe she's thinking of me. Technically the systems we are in are closer together than home. That's something…
You're probably wondering if I was outnumbered and Lucy normally had my number in competition then how did I get to leave first. Yes, I did sleep with high command. That was only my closing argument though. You see Lucy had her magnetism that caused people to be addicted to her, she drew people in. But I was better at strategy and nuanced maneuvers.
The rules weren't strict on the teams, people defected all the time. Keeping your people together was part of the challenge. I decided to break that challenge.
No Battleplan survives first contact with the enemy afterall. Why not break the competition itself
My enemy wasn't Lucy, trust me we had been together enough at this point my heart swelled when I saw her. My enemy was the rules, and proctors.
There had to be two team in the academy for the lessons to work. But the rules only set a minimum not a maximum.
Lucy and her best 4 left her team, and me and my best 4 left my team. We formed a new team with Lucy and I at the head. The proctors were fuming. I was called into their offices again and again. Which is what led to me sleeping with a few of them to get ahead. It is always good to solicit a meeting with superiors, you can always be turned to your advantage.
In the Academy, there were 50 of us girls. The proctors let us keep our 3rd team, but declared no one else could join us. It was the ten of us vs double our number on both the other teams. Not ideal… but we had Lucy and I together. My how we shined
We out maneuvered, out paced, and out thought the other teams again and again and again..
Entering into the final the proctors split everyone up, eliminating the team. Just to try and stop us from sweeping the competition. Instead there would be 25 teams of 2 members each of our own selection. Lucy and I naturally selected each other.
We set down on a terraformed valley on Mars, all the other duos were around. The mission was complex. Gather knowledge, survive in the wilderness, there were simulator villages where we had to set up relations, and if possible eliminate other teams.
The gravity is different from what I'm used to, my body feels heavy. Sluggish, they train us on this and soon I'll adapt. But first landing it hits me like a weight. Ffuuuccckkk I murmur as I land my account ship on the surface.
Lucy always compares a new celestial body to a lover. Well for me Mars just grabbed my hair, slapped my ass and pushed in
Fuck I can't imagine landing on Earth. Triple this, fuck that give me my moon mother's oceans anyday.
I suck deep and hard on the control in my mouth and all three extract from me. I am about to get up from the control seat when I feel a palm in the small of my back
“Lucy not funny, let me up” I say
She giggles, and rubs my ass cheeks before her fingers rub against my lips
I moan biting my lip as I push myself against her hand
“I knew the gravity here would give a Moonie like you a good fucking, you're so wet my love”
Rolling my head back and forth..”quickly we have to debrief and set up camp” I moan
She smacks my ass again and her fingers deftly slide to work, one hand pinning me to the chair while she teases my sex, her thumb rubbing in perfect circles on my clit and her fingers pulling on my g-spot
“Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes uuuhhhhh my love it feel so good” shaking my hips back and forth I feel it building as I rock my hips on her hand
Squeezing….my leg….quivering… my voice squeaking… “uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh ffuuuccckkk” I moan as I feel the orgasm wash over me…
Lucy slaps my ass playfully and licks her fingers… “let's go my love, stop playing around we have to set up camp” she giggles
“Oh!! You!!” I get up and rush after her slapping her ass when I catch up
Carryalls follow us out of the ship.. I immediately sent out the scout drones and assessed our landing spot. Allocating tasks and running diagnostics.
Lucy set about converting the ship to a shelter and arranging power arrays, and deciding on perimeter defenses
We were a perfect power duo. Our carryalls and scouts were soon all at work, and Lucy was finishing up the shelter
I needed to repay her, so I slowly walked up behind her. She heard my heavy steps in the gravity. Turning to look at me she beamed at me. My heart melted and grabbing both sides of her face I pinned her to the side of the ship. Our bodies intertwined and our lips locked.
She moaned at me giggling, pushing my knee between her legs, and we quickly undressed each other. Her mouth on my breast, as my hand glided down to her slick vagina.
Grabbing her chin roughly and up turning her head exposing her neck I sink my teeth into it as I push forward with my knee back and forth pressing my fingers in and out of her.
A deep moan emanates from her, licking my bite mark I kiss up her neck until my forehead is resting hers. Eye to eye, I watch the pleasure build in her. Thrust after thrust of my knee. My fingers pressing into her g-spot every time, my palms pressing and grinding onto her clit
“Cum for me my love, give me your sweetness, I want your water to be the first I drink on this planet” I breath
I feel her pussy tighten and grip my fingers. Her legs twisting around me… she goes silent… a flush rises in her flesh… we kiss deep, and long, and passionately as I feel her gush onto my hand as orgasm rapts her body..
I watch her eyes dilate and relax I kiss her gently again before kissing down, my lips brushing through her pubic hair tickling my lips. Opening my mouth and pressing my tongue in I drink of her orgasm
My fingers inside pressing to work again, she cries out as she rocks her hips grinding her lips to mine. As she gushes another orgasm into my mouth..
I can even taste and feel it now on my tongue…
Releasing her, and helping her up I grin
Walking awayz the top of my leotard open my tits out in the sun
“I'm up by one my love, and you taste so GGGGOOOOoooOOooddddDD” I giggle setting back to work.
Days and weeks pass Lucy and I set up our camp. Wefind nearby teams before they find us. We quickly fall on them in the night, clearing our immediate area, eliminating them from the contest. We bathe in a nearby stream, sun ourselves on the rocks, make love on the soft moss of the forest.
I don't know if I've ever been happier, ever been more at peace l than I was then with Lucy. Her and I… her and I against the world.
We make good progress setting up relations with 12 of the 15 villages. Our camp is well stocked. We receive updates from the proctors from dead drops. Seems out of the 25 teams only 8 remain. Lucy and I have eliminated 7 ourselves.
We need to be the last standing, triumphant together.. so that maybe.. maybe we can convince them to send two of us on a ship. Imagine the wonders, this wouldn't be temporary, but would become our life.
Lucy and I talk about it often. We can convince them. We'll defeat the others then refuse to turn on each other.
Our dream died that night…
We were naked, curled up in each others arms when the alarm sounded..all the alarms
Proximity alert for 14 signals… they had teamed up on us. 14 on 2 they were going to eliminate the front runners while they still could.
Fuck.
Lucy and I turned and quickly downed our emergency biotic vials just as a concussive blast hit our ship shelter.
“Fuck! They aren't supposed to attack equipment!” I yell
“The proctors must have sent them, they should be intervening with that!” Lucy says
“You're better in a fight, charge them and I'll flank” I yell
We nod at each other and we are off naked as the day we were born
Lucy bursts from our ship her shield bursting out in front of her
I dart out the side and task our scouts and drones to make dive bomb attacks on the intruders
I leap over a blast, grab a tree branch and swing. I land my legs on either side of the head. Of one the attackers, twisting my flip her over and knock her out. Back on the run, I see Lucy take out another one as drones dive in and out of the chaos.
Lucy blocks to her right and charges blasting herself high into the air, twirling before blasting herself downward tackling her target to the ground and eliminating her.
She's about to get blasted from behind when I take the attackers in the flank, knee to the solarplex. My hand on the side of her neck I thrust up hard with my knee. In the low gravity she turns and flies off into the trees as I raise my hands and blast another in the side.
She turns just in time to block my attack, when Lucy rockets into her side with her elbow
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So much has come into focus in the last few days. The station, my first steps on another world. It is all a bit overwhelming. Relaxing my thoughts drift off thinking about how I got here. A young girl on Europa, being selected for training after my aptitude tests, the Academy on Ganymede. Then as always my thoughts drift back to… her…
Lucy…
We started at rivals at the academy, we were from different worlds. Literally, me from Europa a wet ocean world remote and isolated, her an inner worlder from the hot dusty plains of Venus. We were water and fire.
The professors pitted us against each other from day one, based on our aptitude tests we were the top of the class. They split the class into teams and gave us challenges. I like to say I got the better of her, I was fast out the gate winning a few challenges. But Lucy turned back on me in a vengeance, she had a magnetism to her that caused our classmates to almost be addicted to her. People from my team would defect over to Lucy. Soon I found myself vastly outnumbered.
One day after Lucy and her team thrashed me again in a simulated strategy challenge. I left and I needed to be alone. I showered, went into the sauna. Replaying the moves again and again. How was I going to get the upper hand. She outnumbered me so much.
Everyone knew to leave me alone in the sauna. It was where I thought, relaxed, my place of peace. I was frustrated, I lean back against the wall and let me hands wander. Gently down my body, letting my stress evaporate as I tease myself…Then the door opened…. And it was Lucy. A cocky grin in her face.
We had been thinking about nothing but each other and we had both become obsessed. When that tension broke. Let me just say in a sauna fire and water combine to make something beautiful. Lucy and I did as well.
She moved towards me quickly, letting her towel drop, she was direct with a purpose. Grabbing the back of my head and kissing me deeply. I was shocked.. surprised... Excited..
I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her back. A deep need inside of me welling up, our lips slid across each other's as our tongue intertwined. I poured my life water of passion into her. She flared up and accepted my passion. Her hands exploring my body as I moved my knees between her legs.
Fuuuccckkk…. When she arched her back… so beautiful… MMM nnngghhhh an orgasm washed over me in my bed while I thought of Lucy.
Panting… even after all this time, separated by a waygate and unfathomable distance my body still yearned for her, I still yearned for her. Rolling onto my side I stare out my window into the vastness of space and the void. My fingers still ryhmically dancing on my pussy. Fingers sliding in and out
Your taught at the academy not to develop attachments, especially since the top prize, the highest honor of our training, to one day fly a deep space exploration through a waygate. Which would put us alone, in a different system. Like I am now.
Even if I power up my waygate in record time and rush home. Lucy is most likely gone. She was my alternate, meaning had I been unable to go this time she would have. It also means she most likely the deployed to her own system and would be gone before I returned. Likely I would never see her again.
Biting my lips and pressing a hand out onto the glass…yes…yes.. there
Fuck again….Fuucckkkkk LLLLuuucccCC
Fuck…. That was good. I find myself panting as I step out into the hallway of my ship. 2 days since the waygate, 6 months since I last saw Emera. Since she departed through her gate. Stars know if she still lives.
It was a rare happening, another gate coming online shortly after Emera’s departure. I thought I would be flying routine patrols around the system. Now I'm alone. Alone with my thoughts of her, and my AI Julia. Fuck. Why couldn't we have gone together. Why only one pilot to a ship. Who knows maybe she's thinking of me. Technically the systems we are in are closer together than home. That's something…
The rules weren't strict on the teams, people defected all the time. Keeping your people together was part of the challenge. I decided to break that challenge.
No Battleplan survives first contact with the enemy afterall. Why not break the competition itself
My enemy wasn't Lucy, trust me we had been together enough at this point my heart swelled when I saw her. My enemy was the rules, and proctors.
There had to be two team in the academy for the lessons to work. But the rules only set a minimum not a maximum.
Lucy and her best 4 left her team, and me and my best 4 left my team. We formed a new team with Lucy and I at the head. The proctors were fuming. I was called into their offices again and again. Which is what led to me sleeping with a few of them to get ahead. It is always good to solicit a meeting with superiors, you can always be turned to your advantage.
In the Academy, there were 50 of us girls. The proctors let us keep our 3rd team, but declared no one else could join us. It was the ten of us vs double our number on both the other teams. Not ideal… but we had Lucy and I together. My how we shined
We out maneuvered, out paced, and out thought the other teams again and again and again..
Entering into the final the proctors split everyone up, eliminating the team. Just to try and stop us from sweeping the competition. Instead there would be 25 teams of 2 members each of our own selection. Lucy and I naturally selected each other.
We set down on a terraformed valley on Mars, all the other duos were around. The mission was complex. Gather knowledge, survive in the wilderness, there were simulator villages where we had to set up relations, and if possible eliminate other teams.
The gravity is different from what I'm used to, my body feels heavy. Sluggish, they train us on this and soon I'll adapt. But first landing it hits me like a weight. Ffuuuccckkk I murmur as I land my account ship on the surface.
Lucy always compares a new celestial body to a lover. Well for me Mars just grabbed my hair, slapped my ass and pushed in
Fuck I can't imagine landing on Earth. Triple this, fuck that give me my moon mother's oceans anyday.
I suck deep and hard on the control in my mouth and all three extract from me. I am about to get up from the control seat when I feel a palm in the small of my back
“Lucy not funny, let me up” I say
She giggles, and rubs my ass cheeks before her fingers rub against my lips
I moan biting my lip as I push myself against her hand
“I knew the gravity here would give a Moonie like you a good fucking, you're so wet my love”
Rolling my head back and forth..”quickly we have to debrief and set up camp” I moan
She smacks my ass again and her fingers deftly slide to work, one hand pinning me to the chair while she teases my sex, her thumb rubbing in perfect circles on my clit and her fingers pulling on my g-spot
“Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes uuuhhhhh my love it feel so good” shaking my hips back and forth I feel it building as I rock my hips on her hand
Squeezing….my leg….quivering… my voice squeaking… “uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh ffuuuccckkk” I moan as I feel the orgasm wash over me…
Lucy slaps my ass playfully and licks her fingers… “let's go my love, stop playing around we have to set up camp” she giggles
“Oh!! You!!” I get up and rush after her slapping her ass when I catch up
Carryalls follow us out of the ship.. I immediately sent out the scout drones and assessed our landing spot. Allocating tasks and running diagnostics.
Lucy set about converting the ship to a shelter and arranging power arrays, and deciding on perimeter defenses
We were a perfect power duo. Our carryalls and scouts were soon all at work, and Lucy was finishing up the shelter
I needed to repay her, so I slowly walked up behind her. She heard my heavy steps in the gravity. Turning to look at me she beamed at me. My heart melted and grabbing both sides of her face I pinned her to the side of the ship. Our bodies intertwined and our lips locked.
She moaned at me giggling, pushing my knee between her legs, and we quickly undressed each other. Her mouth on my breast, as my hand glided down to her slick vagina.
Grabbing her chin roughly and up turning her head exposing her neck I sink my teeth into it as I push forward with my knee back and forth pressing my fingers in and out of her.
A deep moan emanates from her, licking my bite mark I kiss up her neck until my forehead is resting hers. Eye to eye, I watch the pleasure build in her. Thrust after thrust of my knee. My fingers pressing into her g-spot every time, my palms pressing and grinding onto her clit
“Cum for me my love, give me your sweetness, I want your water to be the first I drink on this planet” I breath
I feel her pussy tighten and grip my fingers. Her legs twisting around me… she goes silent… a flush rises in her flesh… we kiss deep, and long, and passionately as I feel her gush onto my hand as orgasm rapts her body..
I watch her eyes dilate and relax I kiss her gently again before kissing down, my lips brushing through her pubic hair tickling my lips. Opening my mouth and pressing my tongue in I drink of her orgasm
My fingers inside pressing to work again, she cries out as she rocks her hips grinding her lips to mine. As she gushes another orgasm into my mouth..
I can even taste and feel it now on my tongue…
Releasing her, and helping her up I grin
Walking awayz the top of my leotard open my tits out in the sun
“I'm up by one my love, and you taste so GGGGOOOOoooOOooddddDD” I giggle setting back to work.
Days and weeks pass Lucy and I set up our camp. Wefind nearby teams before they find us. We quickly fall on them in the night, clearing our immediate area, eliminating them from the contest. We bathe in a nearby stream, sun ourselves on the rocks, make love on the soft moss of the forest.
I don't know if I've ever been happier, ever been more at peace l than I was then with Lucy. Her and I… her and I against the world.
We make good progress setting up relations with 12 of the 15 villages. Our camp is well stocked. We receive updates from the proctors from dead drops. Seems out of the 25 teams only 8 remain. Lucy and I have eliminated 7 ourselves.
We need to be the last standing, triumphant together.. so that maybe.. maybe we can convince them to send two of us on a ship. Imagine the wonders, this wouldn't be temporary, but would become our life.
Lucy and I talk about it often. We can convince them. We'll defeat the others then refuse to turn on each other.
Our dream died that night…
We were naked, curled up in each others arms when the alarm sounded..all the alarms
Proximity alert for 14 signals… they had teamed up on us. 14 on 2 they were going to eliminate the front runners while they still could.
Fuck.
Lucy and I turned and quickly downed our emergency biotic vials just as a concussive blast hit our ship shelter.
“Fuck! They aren't supposed to attack equipment!” I yell
“The proctors must have sent them, they should be intervening with that!” Lucy says
“You're better in a fight, charge them and I'll flank” I yell
We nod at each other and we are off naked as the day we were born
Lucy bursts from our ship her shield bursting out in front of her
I dart out the side and task our scouts and drones to make dive bomb attacks on the intruders
I leap over a blast, grab a tree branch and swing. I land my legs on either side of the head. Of one the attackers, twisting my flip her over and knock her out. Back on the run, I see Lucy take out another one as drones dive in and out of the chaos.
Lucy blocks to her right and charges blasting herself high into the air, twirling before blasting herself downward tackling her target to the ground and eliminating her.
She's about to get blasted from behind when I take the attackers in the flank, knee to the solarplex. My hand on the side of her neck I thrust up hard with my knee. In the low gravity she turns and flies off into the trees as I raise my hands and blast another in the side.
She turns just in time to block my attack, when Lucy rockets into her side with her elbow
2024.05.19 17:10 Molehill_Mountains Shot 13 Update (5mg)
 | UK based. submitted by Molehill_Mountains to Mounjaro [link] [comments] Thirteenth post in my accountability series. Using this as a progress diary since startihg my weight loss journey on 12th Feb 2024. Started the week at 154.2 (down 1.6lbs from) 155.8 the week before. Now this has been an interesting week to say the least. With 3 weeks left on MJ (I can’t afford to do any longer) I wanted to push the boundaries a little. I wanted to see what wiggle room I have. I’ve made some real changes with walking, drinking water and portion size, to the point that my body water % is up 3% since making my health a priority, and my average daily steps has doubled. Now this isn’t to say I’m not going to continue with these great habits, but I wanted to see how affected I’d be if I didn’t do these things consistently. This week I switched out some of my water for lightly flavoured sparkling water on occasion (think appletiser) and had a glass or two of Prosecco a few weeks after work with my husband (had a few days of work and was feeling a lot more chilled than usual). Brother in law stayed over from Wednesday to Friday. Even though he’s very health conscious, I think his presence threw things off food wise in the house. Husband was more keen to get takeaway and snacks. It’s not necessarily because bro in law wants them, but I think husband feels happy and at peace when he’s around and fully relaxes. I love that, but not necessarily the food effect. I stayed eating the way I have but I had a KFC drum stick and some small chips (very delicious treat, but definitely more than enough). Husband has been very congratulatory about my weight loss. I wanted us to go through this together as we were both unhealthy, overweight and have been through the rigmaroles of weight loss countless times, but he wasn’t ready. After bro in law left on Friday, and seeing my progress husband spoke to me about being interested in MJ. I’m excited for him if it’s a step he chooses to take. We had Mexican for dinner on Friday after dropping our little one off at my parents house. I stuck to two appetisers which were protein and salad heavy and seasoned with lime for extra flavour. Delicious. What a relief it is to eat with my stomach instead of my eyes. I’m no longer exhausted thinking about food, I know how much will satisfy me and I don’t go beyond that, because why would I? Saturday morning rolled round. Husband and I were busy and some friends very kindly offered to look after our dog overnight. We dropped him off and they were very surprised and congratulatory about my weight loss. We see them every few weeks but now the weather is changing, I’m not bundled in jumpers like usual and I guess my weight loss really showed. I didn’t really know what to say! I think I’m almost getting a little embarrassed now. I think I need to work on saying thank you, and knowing that that’s a full and complete sentence. Baby steps with that I guess. On Saturday afternoon I had a big brunch that was booked from a few months ago and lovely fried rice dish and unlimited Prosecco / woo woo drinks for a few hours. I happily ate my portion of food, taking my time to chew eat and enjoy, rather than wolfing it down like I used to. The flavour was delicious and I really enjoyed it and had time to think about how much I was enjoying it. It’s wild that I didn’t do this before. Now the drinks… I read a lot on Reddit and otherwise about the averse side effects people have even after a couple of light alcoholic drinks, so I’ve always been cautious about have 0-1 drinks if I do have a drink with MJ. Hand on heart, I lost count after 6 Proseccos, and had a few more in the pub afterwards. I had a small glass of water between drinks when I could remember. I was fully expecting to throw up or have a terrible tummy, but I write this now at 6:47am on a Sunday morning, waking up happy and well rested without even a whiff of a hangover, ready to resume my regular schedule (MJ shot, walk, healthy eating). I think I had a lucky escape, but it definitely isn’t something I’m in a rush to repeat. But a part of me wonders if I’m ok because of all the changes I’ve made. This is now a little blip rather than the norm. I’m not really sure what my update is about today other than surprise. My son is with his grandparents for the weekend, and I guess I had a big relax. But I’m ready to get back to normal. It’s so interesting how aware I am of how my diet has changed. This would be something I could mindlessly do on a Friday and Saturday without thinking before. It wouldn’t have been an active choice. Looking in the mirror, I like what I see and how I feel. I’ve readjusted my goal weight again since I feel I look good now (and looking good on the inside according to my stats), so would be happy with the top of the range. I’m really focussed on body recomposition and have started a home programme of 20 minutes of exercise after the little one has gone to bed. As I expected, there’s nothing interesting to report stat wise, but I enjoyed the week. SW: 184.4 lbs CW: 153.2 lbs WoW Loss: 1.6 lbs GW: 145-150 with tone/muscle 💪🏾 SW fat percentage: 36% why Last Week fat percentage: 31.4% CW fat percentage: 30.8% SW visceral fat: 11 Last week visceral fat: 7 CW visceral fat: 7 SW metabolic age: 38 Last week metabolic age: 34 CW metabolic age: 34 Ready for next week ✨ |
2024.05.19 17:07 Far-Suit-5295 My Story Of Leaving Islam
Introduction: Hello, I was born and raised in a devout Muslim family in Michigan. Islam was not just a religion for me; it was a way of life in every aspect. I prayed five times a day, fasted during Ramadan, and wore the hijab since I was 15-16. For many years, my faith provided me with a sense of community, identity, and purpose. Personal Journey: Growing up, I never questioned my beliefs. My family and community were my world, and Islam was the foundation of that world. However, as I entered my late teens, I began to encounter ideas and perspectives that made me question the beliefs I had always taken for granted. It started subtly—questions about the role of the Lord in every religion. During quarantine, I was 15-16 years old (now turning 20), I became so religious compared to the person I was before. I was reading the Quran and trying to memorize 99 names of Allah. I was fasting every Monday and Thursday (one time, my birthday was on a Thursday, and even fasted on the day). I wore the hijab and long skirt like I mentioned before. Experiencing Abuse: A significant and painful part of my journey involved experiencing abuse within my family. My mother is my first bully. She would throw insults and negative comments about my body and eating habits (no, I am actually pretty healthy). She is very insecure, and project her insecurities onto me. This went around for 5+ years. Key Questions and Doubts: One of the first issues that troubled me was the concept of being abused in Islam. Like I don’t know why some except me to trust a deity to give me a child abuser as my mother. Why would I do that? I also felt lost and hopeless when it comes to the whole thing about the respecting thing to my mother. Trust me, I do respect my mother, but she doesn’t respect me, making it so hard. I tried to find answers, but I never rather got a good one. Process of Leaving: I stop wearing hijab a few years ago. I am not going back. I loved it at first, but I gradually stop caring about it. I love my hair extensions (braids, twists, and planning to do french curls). I feel ten times more prettier for the clothes and hairstyle that I choose to wear. I am more into manifestation and affirmations to be honest. Spiritual is more freeing and gives me a happiness. Honestly, spiritual feels like a nice, warm hug. I am planning to buy some crystals too (rose quartz and citrine). Impact on Relationships: When I finally admitted to myself that I no longer believed in Islam, it did take a while. I think I was in denial for a few years. When I was 18-19, I stopped caring about religion as a whole. Although, I am more still questioning God to this day. I never told my family, knowing them, they would just get mad so I’m good. Hell, I never told anyone Muslim that I left the religion. I don’t need the extra backlash and stress. I only told my non-Muslims friends. Good thing that the only Muslims friends I have are online. They still call me sister, and I am just like ehh. Conclusion: Today, I moved out of my mom’s household. My journey out of Islam has been the most challenging experience of my life, but it has also been the most rewarding. I am at peace with my decision and look forward to a future where I can live in peace and happy.
Thank you for listening, and sorry for the long ass post.
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Thank you for listening, and sorry for the long ass post.
2024.05.19 17:05 Revolutionary_Tap421 Want to start strength training but not sure how
Hellooo!! I’m currently on my way to losing weight and getting fit, and I want to start body weight strength training to my cardio.
Would it be a good idea to start with those like, 20 minute videos on YouTube focusing on one part of the body and do one for a different body part each day? Like legs one day, and then tummy, and then arms.
I don’t have access to a gym or any equipment :(
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Would it be a good idea to start with those like, 20 minute videos on YouTube focusing on one part of the body and do one for a different body part each day? Like legs one day, and then tummy, and then arms.
I don’t have access to a gym or any equipment :(
2024.05.19 17:05 No_Pomegranate7134 Why people look down on about manual labor or minimum wage jobs when they exist for a specific reason and purpose? Would it mean they will replace EVERY job out there with robots, even doctors, lawyers and policemen for instance, as they are still done by humans?
Saying that "better" jobs exist is used as a mere excuse for some people not willing to work, like at all. Since people in the West always say that, but the truth is that they DO NOT want to work or burn some sweat, workers from poorer countries immigrating to Western countries that are desperate for employment don't care if the job is manual labor or sitting in an office cubicle for a long time, as long as it gives them a stable salary, since they exchange dollars, euros or pounds back into their local currencies to send back to their loved ones back home, so they remain indifferent if they are paid small, as like any other human, you need money to survive the contemporary society.
So, to put it, there is no point for people to talk shit or berate people who work minimum wage jobs (at the end, they will waste their own time for doing that), as they also play a part on maintenance, cleaniness or customer service and relations, it'll be completely stupid to get rid of garbage collectors or cleaners for example, as who else would tidy all of the mess up either on the streets or in your office? Robots can't do literally everything for you, as some interactions require humans to be around, like lawyers or doctors, since they need HUMANS (not robots) to have a more personal or clearer interaction with other people.
How can a robot be able to read your human emotions when you are upset, can it predict or assume if you have committed a crime, or what the verdict would be before the judge announces it? Are you going to lay off all human surgeons, doctors and nurses just to replace all of it with AI and robotics? People got to understand that jobs regardless if they are manual labor or not, have a purpose in their own way. (As why else have humans evolved through out history, it started from "manual labor" so there is zero reason to despite it so much.)
You might be surprised that jobs people consider "shit" have large salaries, for this reason: "It's niche, and no one wants to do it, only those who are willing to." as they are looking for those who willing choose to work in professions people consider "shit" by the masses.There is literally no reason for people to berate or talk shit about any job regardless if it is manual labor, minimum wage, or a white collar one, since human history they existed for their purpose prior to the industrial revolution and digital age, don't forget not all jobs can be replaced by robots and AI:
If no one replaced those who all left, overtime they'll start to lose money and the companies who employ those sectors become defunct, even for the highest paying ones that require specific skills, still need actual humans to fill in those spots, not robots. Have you ever encountered (any of) these in real life, like at all:
Put it like this, if people despite minimum wage or labor jobs so much, consider these factors:
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So, to put it, there is no point for people to talk shit or berate people who work minimum wage jobs (at the end, they will waste their own time for doing that), as they also play a part on maintenance, cleaniness or customer service and relations, it'll be completely stupid to get rid of garbage collectors or cleaners for example, as who else would tidy all of the mess up either on the streets or in your office? Robots can't do literally everything for you, as some interactions require humans to be around, like lawyers or doctors, since they need HUMANS (not robots) to have a more personal or clearer interaction with other people.
How can a robot be able to read your human emotions when you are upset, can it predict or assume if you have committed a crime, or what the verdict would be before the judge announces it? Are you going to lay off all human surgeons, doctors and nurses just to replace all of it with AI and robotics? People got to understand that jobs regardless if they are manual labor or not, have a purpose in their own way. (As why else have humans evolved through out history, it started from "manual labor" so there is zero reason to despite it so much.)
You might be surprised that jobs people consider "shit" have large salaries, for this reason: "It's niche, and no one wants to do it, only those who are willing to." as they are looking for those who willing choose to work in professions people consider "shit" by the masses.There is literally no reason for people to berate or talk shit about any job regardless if it is manual labor, minimum wage, or a white collar one, since human history they existed for their purpose prior to the industrial revolution and digital age, don't forget not all jobs can be replaced by robots and AI:
- If there are no HUMAN builders, who will construct all of the property?
- If there are no HUMAN doctors or nurses, who will treat you?
- If there are no HUMAN cops, who will enforce the law and arrest people?
- If there are no HUMAN lawyers, who will repesent you in court?
- If there are no HUMAN judges and jury, who will be present in court?
- If there are no HUMAN leaders, would would be in charge?
- If there are no HUMAN armed forces, what will the military consist of?
- If there are no HUMAN teachers, who will teach the students?
- If there are no HUMAN technicians, who will fix and maintain the equipment?
- If there are no HUMAN plumbers, who will be able to sort out the piping?
- I'll give you $150,000 annually if you work hard with all that labor 365 days a year.
- I'll give you $70,000 annually if you just sat inside the office all day staring at a screen.
So, which one are you tempted to take despite "manual labor" job having a higher salary by this employer, as they consider that people don't want to do it, or are looking for a specific canididate who remains indifferent to the public opinion on job seeking?So, people would only understand if "you've been through their shoes" as saying that someone working for minimum wage or manual labor is a "inferior" person to in comparison to somebody who is employed at a white collar job with a suit and tie, is just plain stupid. It's either that:
- Those people NEVER worked in minimum wage job in their lives, so they make assumptions of it being terrible. Only people who have worked in minimum wage jobs will TRULY know and understand what it is like first hand, rather than what people generalize the definition of that word, as they have never worked in that field, so they don't really know until they step into the same shoes as people working in minimum wage to find out first hand.
- They don't know what customer service ACTUALLY means. Other than them repeating the dictionary meaning of that word, they know nothing at all about what it is like first hand to encounter customers and being the front spectable of the general public, either nice or rude.
- Raised in a upper or top class upbringing who are brainwashed to talk crap about others. As they are from a neighborhood or familial upbringing full of rich folks who are accustomed to consider the middle class as peseants.
- They have "work experience" and "studied" listed on paper, but how does it really apply IRL? I mean, make them prove they are telling thr truth from their resume by making them apply the skills they've listed in real life, eg. You listed that you've worked for a michelin star restaurant, right? Cook me something I don't regulary encounter, but it better be good and an original recipe. If they can't apply the 'skill' they listed right there, they are liars, don't hire them.
If no one replaced those who all left, overtime they'll start to lose money and the companies who employ those sectors become defunct, even for the highest paying ones that require specific skills, still need actual humans to fill in those spots, not robots. Have you ever encountered (any of) these in real life, like at all:
- Robotic doctor, nurse, or surgeron
- Robotic police officer on duty
- Robotic CEO of a [company]
- Robotic head of an [organization]
- Robotic [President] or [Prime Minister]
Put it like this, if people despite minimum wage or labor jobs so much, consider these factors:
- If there were no garbage collectors, trash will just litter the streets making it dirty and smell bad
- If there were no custodians in any public facility or street, trash and debris will just remain there
- If there was no uber driver or an uber-robot (managed by humans), who will deliver your food
- If there were no bulilders or construction workers, that means land will just remain empty
- If there were no EMTs, who in the hell will operate an ambulance
- If there are no mechanics or automotive technicians, who will repair your vehicle
2024.05.19 17:04 Aqua7KH How to cope with aging, death and existential dread?
Hello friends. Since I was 24 I had started struggling with the dread of getting older and whatnot. Basically I’m just terrified. One day everyone I ever cared about will be gone. My dad is the only person in the world who will ever love me the way he does but he will be gone one day too.
I’m terrified of that, and I’m terrified of death. I’m afraid of what comes after, if there’s anything at all. I want to see my grandparents again, I don’t want to forget who I am and all the things that I cared about. I’m afraid of there just being nothing, and that’s beautiful to many people but not to me. I don’t want to disappear.
Im also afraid with everything and everyone getting older. My parents are already getting older, turns out my dog is almost 8 and my dog’s breed can live from 8-15 and time is starting to go by so fast, so much faster than it did when I was younger. I can even feel my body start to slow down. I admit my health is garbage and I’m trying to work on that but it’s still terrifying. I feel as though my body is just going to fall into pieces.
And then there’s the struggles of everyone around you. Once you hit a certain age people just don’t give a fuck about you. I always care, I always try to make everyone feel empowered and encouraged at any age because we’re all humans. But it’s so sad to see how people treat each other, how people genuinely don’t care about you and the world forgets about you.
I try to find solace in the idea that life might get even better and happier for me but it’s still hard to believe that. I feel like my life peaked and it’s all going downhill from here. I even try to find solace in the fact that this is inevitable for everyone and is part of nature but even then it still just sucks. I struggle a lot with PTSD and other mental illnesses due to abuse as a child and it’s hard not to feel bleak over confronting all of these things on top of my own struggles from childhood.
I suppose I feel a bit better spilling it out. But some guidance and thoughts would be very appreciated.
Oh and before I press post… everyone commenting on this post, everyone on this sub, I think you are all beautiful people with dreams and aspirations, and regardless of the state of the world you all deserve happiness and deserve to love yourself. We’re all just people on this planet regardless of age.
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I’m terrified of that, and I’m terrified of death. I’m afraid of what comes after, if there’s anything at all. I want to see my grandparents again, I don’t want to forget who I am and all the things that I cared about. I’m afraid of there just being nothing, and that’s beautiful to many people but not to me. I don’t want to disappear.
Im also afraid with everything and everyone getting older. My parents are already getting older, turns out my dog is almost 8 and my dog’s breed can live from 8-15 and time is starting to go by so fast, so much faster than it did when I was younger. I can even feel my body start to slow down. I admit my health is garbage and I’m trying to work on that but it’s still terrifying. I feel as though my body is just going to fall into pieces.
And then there’s the struggles of everyone around you. Once you hit a certain age people just don’t give a fuck about you. I always care, I always try to make everyone feel empowered and encouraged at any age because we’re all humans. But it’s so sad to see how people treat each other, how people genuinely don’t care about you and the world forgets about you.
I try to find solace in the idea that life might get even better and happier for me but it’s still hard to believe that. I feel like my life peaked and it’s all going downhill from here. I even try to find solace in the fact that this is inevitable for everyone and is part of nature but even then it still just sucks. I struggle a lot with PTSD and other mental illnesses due to abuse as a child and it’s hard not to feel bleak over confronting all of these things on top of my own struggles from childhood.
I suppose I feel a bit better spilling it out. But some guidance and thoughts would be very appreciated.
Oh and before I press post… everyone commenting on this post, everyone on this sub, I think you are all beautiful people with dreams and aspirations, and regardless of the state of the world you all deserve happiness and deserve to love yourself. We’re all just people on this planet regardless of age.
2024.05.19 16:57 primemodel How aggressive is common milkweed in heavy clay soil?
I have a dilemma and need some help in figuring out what to do. Three years ago I planted three common milkweed seedlings in the garden next to my house. I was new to native plant gardening and excited about doing my part to help the butterflies. My plan was to have a small patch (say, 3 feet by 3 feet) of the milkweed mixed in with black eyed susans, coneflowers, bee balm, etc.
However I did some research and in this subreddit specifically there are a lot of warnings about how aggressive common milkweed is and that it's not realistic to expect to keep it in a small patch in your garden. I now think I should pull my milkweed while it's still manageable, and maybe try planting one of the varieties that doesn't spread as aggressively.
On the other hand, I wonder if the heavy clay soil is enough to keep the common milkweed in check, or if it will still try to take over everything? Overall the milkweed space has grown from an original 1 ft x 1.5 ft rectangle to 2 ft x 2.5 ft in three years. Of the three original seedlings I planted, only one made it to its third year and is blooming for the first time. There are 4 second year stalks and maybe 4 or 5 first year stalks from the rhizome. It has mostly stayed where I wanted it to, except one stalk did pop up in the middle of my bee balm.
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However I did some research and in this subreddit specifically there are a lot of warnings about how aggressive common milkweed is and that it's not realistic to expect to keep it in a small patch in your garden. I now think I should pull my milkweed while it's still manageable, and maybe try planting one of the varieties that doesn't spread as aggressively.
On the other hand, I wonder if the heavy clay soil is enough to keep the common milkweed in check, or if it will still try to take over everything? Overall the milkweed space has grown from an original 1 ft x 1.5 ft rectangle to 2 ft x 2.5 ft in three years. Of the three original seedlings I planted, only one made it to its third year and is blooming for the first time. There are 4 second year stalks and maybe 4 or 5 first year stalks from the rhizome. It has mostly stayed where I wanted it to, except one stalk did pop up in the middle of my bee balm.
2024.05.19 16:53 Gameproninja100 Should only the body part that touches the acid get burnt?
submitted by Gameproninja100 to MelonPlaygroundOFC [link] [comments]2024.05.19 16:53 Volcanicz_Greninja Ui Ui's Cursed Technique
 | So the general consensus is that Ui Ui's CT is teleportation. However, I think there's more to it than just that. Like Gojo's teleportation only being one part of the Limitless, Teleportation might only just be one aspect of Ui Ui's CT submitted by Volcanicz_Greninja to Jujutsufolk [link] [comments] Then what would Ui Ui's CT actually be? Based on my current observation I think it would be something Magician themed, here's why We see that when Ui Ui teleports, he always carries a cloth-like material, this is similar to how magicians perform those tricks where they hide behind a piece of cloth then disappears when they drop it (Image 1-2) Then there's the soul swap aspect, this was what gave me the idea of what his CT could actually be, since this is something we see in Magician performances where they chop off a person inside the box but they end up completely fine, like how the soul swap didn't damage the person's body because they "couldn't see what was inside the box" (Image 3-4) And while this isn't exclusive to Ui Ui specifically, he has a Simple Domain, something that acts like a smokescreen to a domain's sure hit, like how magicians like using smoke to enter or exit the stage (Image 5) Which leads me to chapter 260, amidst the Gojo revival or Sukuna Death's door theories, I wonder if this could actually be an illusion. Perhaphs by someone who has a Magician themed CT? |
2024.05.19 16:51 Obvious_Ad4159 Twice Awoken (Pilot chapter)
It has been 20 years since the first calamity struck Earth. A massive wave of solar radiation from a nearby star known as Prometheus 673B showered our solar system in 2025. Electronics have been rendered useless for months, giving humanity the glimpse of what life was like long before. But that was merely temporary. The true effect of the solar flare came in the form of an illness, that afflicted roughly 10% of the current population. Unlike anything we've ever seen, the illness did not kill, rather enhanced the afflicted. For the first time in human history, the term Esper was used seriously. Dubbed the Awoken, those afflicted with illness that stemmed from the solar flare of Prometheus, gained the ability to manifest their own thoughts into reality, with varying degrees of success. At first, nations and laws, society as whole, was not prepared to deal with these new humans and their abilities. Crime ran rampant for a while.
Five years after the incident, the world banded together in a unified front, known as the AMA, The Awoken Management Agency, a world wide agency tasked with handling and controlling the Awoken, allowing humanity to once more function as a whole. Satellites have been sent out as far Earth's gaze into space could reach, to watch our for any other potential cosmic events that may occur, like the one that happened with Prometheus back in '25.
Now, 20 years since the first incident, the satellites have picked up another major cosmic event on the horizon, this time coming from the Aquila constellation. Is humanity ready to withstand whatever cosmos has prepared for it?
[]
"Kenji. Wake up! You'll be later for your lectures, again."
The young man groaned, slowly turning to his side in bed, looking at his mother that stood at the doorway. "I'm up, I'm up."
Yawning and stretching, he sat up in bed, running his fingers through his hair, before turning to check the small clock on his nightstand.
"Wha? Late? Mom, it's only 8. Lectures don't start until 10." He sighed.
"Oh well. No need to cut it short, right? Plus, I've made breakfast." His mother replied and went back downstairs.
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AMA Information Database:
Kenji Aoto. Age: 21 Category: Type 1 Awoken Ability: Embodiment. The unique ability of Kenji Aoto, unlike other Awoken of the same type, allows him to alter his own body based on how he feels. Most Type 1s change their environment around them, rather than themselves. Type 1s are classified as such for having abilities that considered non dangerous to the general non awoken population.
[]
"We've got a lot of promising talent this year huh?" Nathaniel said to his daughter, as the two looked down at the auditorium full of students. The dean of the university was preparing his usual welcoming speech, as the assistants tried to quiet down the murmurs of the students.
"Yeah, we sure do." Clara smiled, not taking her eyes off the scene. "Quite a good number of Awoken too."
"Anyone interesting in particular?" Nathaniel asked.
"No, not really. They all have the standard abilities you would expect out of a type 1. Same level of control to boot." She responded.
"Well, I look forward to being their professor." Her father smiled, inhaling deeply. "The smell of youthful energy, so amazing. I can still remember your first day as a freshman."
Clara blushed a bit, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow. "Shouldn't you be down there giving your speech, Dr. Offset?"
Nathaniel rubbed the back of his neck with a slightly embarrasses laugh to boot. "Oh don't call me that. Ahem, yeah. I'll be going now. See you later for lunch?"
"Of course dad." Clara smiled, giving her father a little wave as he left the teacher conference room.
[]
AMA Information database:
Clara Harris. Age: 32 Category: Non-Awoken (regular human) The lead ambassador for Awoken rights and unification in the AMA. Daughter of the lead researcher in Awoken development and the head teacher of the Awoken department in Nagoya University, Japan, Nathaniel Harris.
Nathaniel Harris. Age: 55 Category: Type 2 Awoken Ability: Offset. Acquired during the first Prometheus flare, the ability of Dr. Offset (he thought the name was cool when he was in his 20s), allows him to offset numerical values. Though touching an object is not required to use the ability on it, the potency of the ability greatly improved when he has direct contact with it. This also extends to, in theory, numerical values pertaining to objects and their position in space, relative to Nathaniel. Meaning he can move objects or parts of them relative to where he's standing, by changing their coordinates, however there were no recorded instances of him doing so. Examples include: Increasing or reducing the temperature of a beverage by direct contact. Increasing or decreasing friction on a surface of an object temporarily by touching it.
In his youth, Nathaniel attempted to become a sort of hero, once his powers kicked in, but due to the very low potency of his abilities, he never really managed to make the cut as one, despite being a type 2. Type 2s are classified as such due to having abilities that could be considered dangerous, powerful or harmful for the general non awoken population.
[]
Location: Russia, Siberia. Time: 22:37 Facility: Maximum security prison for Awoken criminals in Russia, cell block 5.
Theodore laid in his bunk, staring at the ceiling. Each of his breaths released a soft cloud of vapor, that commonly occurs when someone is in a cold environment. In his case, the vapor was a byproduct of his ability, rather than the cold cell we was in. A thug with a love for violence, turned bank robber when his abilities fully developed, Theodore terrorized Russia and the neighboring countries. It wasn't until the AMA was finally assembled and operational, that he was arrested and sentenced to multiple life sentences in this highest security prison that Russia had at a time.
Even after being sent behind bars, he kept up his antics, becoming a nightmare for the guards and inmates alike. No man that was placed in a cell with him would last more than a few days before demanding transfer. Some even lost their lives to the former thugs whims, before their transfer requests could be approved. Hence Theodore has been placed in solitary, a cell designed with all the tech necessary to nullify his ability. There he spent the last 10 years of his life.
Despite being a type 1, an awoken with abilities that were not classified as dangerous to the general population, Theodore managed to use them to their fullest extent. His blessing of temperature manipulation, was a curse to everyone around him.
He looked outside, at the night sky, through his small cell window. Apparently, there was a big stellar event, similar to the one 20 years ago, that gave him the powers he now has. He heard guards and other inmates talk about it, how AMA is now prepared for such an event.
Theodore closed his eyes, imagining what this aurora would look like. The memory of that night, when Prometheus 673B's flare struck earth still fresh in his mind like it was yesterday. The otherworldly mixture of reds and yellows and greens. Like a primordial fire that was lit across the night sky.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps outside his cell snapped him out of his memory.
"Huh?" He adjusted in bed, to see who was outside his cell.
A man, in a white cloak with golden details, stood outside his cell. Theodore was confused. The man was not one of the guards, he was bare footed and did not wear any uniform. And no way he was one of the other inmates, no one had the capabilities to leave their cells without being let out.
"Hey, who the hell are you? How did you get here? The guards letting us out or something?" The criminal walked over to his cell door. The bars were made of material that could withstand sudden changes in temperature without bending or breaking, preventing him from getting out.
The man said nothing, he didn't even turn towards the convict, he merely stood there, hood covering his as he looked up at the night sky through the decorative windows on the buildings roof.
"Hey asshat! I asked you a question. How the fuck did you get out of your cell? C'mon man, don't be a dick, let me out too." Theodore grabbed the bars and rattled them.
The cloaked man finally turned towards him. The convict was stunned, only for a second. The man has a beard and long hair, both as white as his cloak. But his eyes, they were as blue as the midday sky. He could have sworn energy seemed to pour out of them. Before he could say another word, the figure before him extended his hand at him, and with a snap of his fingers, a bold of lightning struck Theodore square in the chest. The convict was send flying, back hitting the wall opposite the cell doors.
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Location: Brazil, San Paolo. Time: 16:37 Facility: Remodeled Taubaté Prison, cell block 3.
Vitor sat on the bench press, just finishing a set, looking over the prison yard. Even behind bars, his connections did not dwindle. A former petty drug dealer, Vitor Alves quickly rose to power and influence once his powers awoke. He employed other Awoken with criminal tendencies as his own personal task force to drive all other competition into the ground. Once he held the entirety of San Paolo's drug empire in his hand, he set his sights farther. We wanted the entire city for himself, believing that no one could challenge his claim to that right.
With the help of the AMA, the Brazilian government swiftly put his plan to rest, and Vitor behind bars. The fight between the Awoken under Alves and the AMA/Brazilian forces was indeed a bloody one and resulted in a good number of civilian casualties. The drug lord was sent to Taubate, where he would spend the rest of his life. The prison was remodeled, per AMA standards, to be fully equipped and capable of holding Awoken criminals.
Despite having powers of temperature manipulation, capable of increasing temperature to lethal amounts, Vitor did not believe that to be his strongest ability. Money, influence, connections, those were real power, what truly carried him to the top of the criminal world.
Even now, as he sat on the bench press, doing a few reps before looking over the yard, Vitor was not powerless in the outside world. He waited on his informant, his connection to the outside, to appear so he could delegate orders to what was left of his followers and empire on the outside.
He wasn't sure if it was something he ate, or the heat from the pounding sun. Maybe it was even that sky flare that he heard AMA guards mention. Something indeed felt off, his vision seemed a bit blurry. As if the entire prison courtyard was moving slowly right before him. But the informant should be there soon, so Vitor decided not to go back to his cell just yet.
The other inmates, guards, even the basketball that the inmates played hoops with, suddenly slowed down to a halt. Through the statue like crowd, a single figure moved over to Vitor. His feet were bare, his body and face hidden behind a hooded cloak. The drug lord could only see his white beard and his eyes, as they seemed to be glowing a faint blue glow. Before he even got a chance to speak, the man extended his hand towards him and with a smirk, snapped his fingers, sending a bolt of lightning straight into the mans body, causing Vitor to fly several feet and collapse on the ground.
[]
"Ugh... What the fuck man?" Theodore cursed, as he regained his consciousness. Slowly, he got up to his knees, his head pounding like he was struck by a hammer. The cell felt colder than before. Looking around, he saw the entire cell frozen, every surface covered by a thick layer of ice. Bed, toilet, the cell doors, frozen solid. And the ice shifted. With every movement of his hands, the ice followed.
"Could it be?" The inmate whispered, focusing his mind, channeling his ability. Ice began to form in the palm of his hand, morphing freely. With a single wave of his hand, the frozen bed shattered into bits and pieces. Theodore inhaled, getting up to his feet, head still in pain. But the realization was crystal clear. He could now freeze things without having to touch them, manipulate what he froze, as well create ice out by freezing the water in the air. With a grin plastered across his face, Theodore thanked the mysterious man, of who there was not a single trace left, and decided that he's busting himself out of prison.
[]
"WARNING! WARNING! WARNING. PRISON BREAKS DETECTED ACROSS MULTIPLE AMA FACILITIES!" Blared the system on screen at the Awoken Management Agency in Nagoya. Other HQs across the globe received the same warning.
"What the hell is going on?" Clara said, running into the monitoring hall.
"I don't know. Prison breaks, across multiple locations world wide." Kaito replied, his eyes not leaving the monitors as he fired up the surveillance drones on the impacted locations.
"The main facilities that were absolutely totaled are Siberia and San Paolo." He continued.
"Think it could be?" Clara asked.
"Not possible. The protection against solar flares was at full power. Not a single particle should have hit the ground. I mean, we didn't lose any tech, unlike last time." Kaito shot her question down, pulling up the drone feed of the two prisons.
Taubate was in flames. The entire facility seemed to be entirely engulfed in a raging fire. The Russian counterpart held no better either. The entire prison was torn apart by massive glacier like formations, that seemed to jut out of the ground.
Clara, Kaito and other technicians presents stared, slackjawed, at the live drone feed. Something like that was not possible, no Awoken held that level of power. Not even if multiple Awoken united, could they produce that level of destruction across such a large area.
"Wait wait! What's that? Zoom in on one of the glaciers!" One of the technicians said, pointing at the big monitors.
Kaito's fingers flew across the keyboard, as the drone moved closer and the video on screen zoomed to its maximum. On one of the glacier formations, sat a man, clearly an inmate based on the jumpsuit he was wearing.
"Running identification." Chimed the computer.
"Inmate 4012: Theodore Ivarovski. Age: 36. Category: Type 1 Awoken. Ability: Low drop. His ability allows him to significantly drop the temperature of anything he touches, almost instantly."
"He's a type 1. No way in hell that he could pull of something like this." Clara said, eyes glued to the screed. "He must have re-awoken, there is no other explanation."
"Clara, in the last 20 years since the Prometheus, there was never a single instance of that happening. Some Awoken do push their abilities past the initial capabilities, but that's usually the end of it. It's a conspiracy theory." Kaito mumbled.
"Then how do you explain THAT?" She said, pointing at a massive piece of ice that was quickly forming above Ivarovski, before being sent flying towards the drone and cutting off the live feed.
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(Howdy y'all. This is a bit different from my usual write style, with a more manga like story/narration instead of the standard story/novel format I do. I hope you like it, I came up with it months ago, but due to time constrains with work I haven't gotten around to writing it. Based on how it's received, I may continue this along side Sand & Steel. You can read S&S on here:
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Five years after the incident, the world banded together in a unified front, known as the AMA, The Awoken Management Agency, a world wide agency tasked with handling and controlling the Awoken, allowing humanity to once more function as a whole. Satellites have been sent out as far Earth's gaze into space could reach, to watch our for any other potential cosmic events that may occur, like the one that happened with Prometheus back in '25.
Now, 20 years since the first incident, the satellites have picked up another major cosmic event on the horizon, this time coming from the Aquila constellation. Is humanity ready to withstand whatever cosmos has prepared for it?
[]
"Kenji. Wake up! You'll be later for your lectures, again."
The young man groaned, slowly turning to his side in bed, looking at his mother that stood at the doorway. "I'm up, I'm up."
Yawning and stretching, he sat up in bed, running his fingers through his hair, before turning to check the small clock on his nightstand.
"Wha? Late? Mom, it's only 8. Lectures don't start until 10." He sighed.
"Oh well. No need to cut it short, right? Plus, I've made breakfast." His mother replied and went back downstairs.
[]
AMA Information Database:
Kenji Aoto. Age: 21 Category: Type 1 Awoken Ability: Embodiment. The unique ability of Kenji Aoto, unlike other Awoken of the same type, allows him to alter his own body based on how he feels. Most Type 1s change their environment around them, rather than themselves. Type 1s are classified as such for having abilities that considered non dangerous to the general non awoken population.
[]
"We've got a lot of promising talent this year huh?" Nathaniel said to his daughter, as the two looked down at the auditorium full of students. The dean of the university was preparing his usual welcoming speech, as the assistants tried to quiet down the murmurs of the students.
"Yeah, we sure do." Clara smiled, not taking her eyes off the scene. "Quite a good number of Awoken too."
"Anyone interesting in particular?" Nathaniel asked.
"No, not really. They all have the standard abilities you would expect out of a type 1. Same level of control to boot." She responded.
"Well, I look forward to being their professor." Her father smiled, inhaling deeply. "The smell of youthful energy, so amazing. I can still remember your first day as a freshman."
Clara blushed a bit, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow. "Shouldn't you be down there giving your speech, Dr. Offset?"
Nathaniel rubbed the back of his neck with a slightly embarrasses laugh to boot. "Oh don't call me that. Ahem, yeah. I'll be going now. See you later for lunch?"
"Of course dad." Clara smiled, giving her father a little wave as he left the teacher conference room.
[]
AMA Information database:
Clara Harris. Age: 32 Category: Non-Awoken (regular human) The lead ambassador for Awoken rights and unification in the AMA. Daughter of the lead researcher in Awoken development and the head teacher of the Awoken department in Nagoya University, Japan, Nathaniel Harris.
Nathaniel Harris. Age: 55 Category: Type 2 Awoken Ability: Offset. Acquired during the first Prometheus flare, the ability of Dr. Offset (he thought the name was cool when he was in his 20s), allows him to offset numerical values. Though touching an object is not required to use the ability on it, the potency of the ability greatly improved when he has direct contact with it. This also extends to, in theory, numerical values pertaining to objects and their position in space, relative to Nathaniel. Meaning he can move objects or parts of them relative to where he's standing, by changing their coordinates, however there were no recorded instances of him doing so. Examples include: Increasing or reducing the temperature of a beverage by direct contact. Increasing or decreasing friction on a surface of an object temporarily by touching it.
In his youth, Nathaniel attempted to become a sort of hero, once his powers kicked in, but due to the very low potency of his abilities, he never really managed to make the cut as one, despite being a type 2. Type 2s are classified as such due to having abilities that could be considered dangerous, powerful or harmful for the general non awoken population.
[]
Location: Russia, Siberia. Time: 22:37 Facility: Maximum security prison for Awoken criminals in Russia, cell block 5.
Theodore laid in his bunk, staring at the ceiling. Each of his breaths released a soft cloud of vapor, that commonly occurs when someone is in a cold environment. In his case, the vapor was a byproduct of his ability, rather than the cold cell we was in. A thug with a love for violence, turned bank robber when his abilities fully developed, Theodore terrorized Russia and the neighboring countries. It wasn't until the AMA was finally assembled and operational, that he was arrested and sentenced to multiple life sentences in this highest security prison that Russia had at a time.
Even after being sent behind bars, he kept up his antics, becoming a nightmare for the guards and inmates alike. No man that was placed in a cell with him would last more than a few days before demanding transfer. Some even lost their lives to the former thugs whims, before their transfer requests could be approved. Hence Theodore has been placed in solitary, a cell designed with all the tech necessary to nullify his ability. There he spent the last 10 years of his life.
Despite being a type 1, an awoken with abilities that were not classified as dangerous to the general population, Theodore managed to use them to their fullest extent. His blessing of temperature manipulation, was a curse to everyone around him.
He looked outside, at the night sky, through his small cell window. Apparently, there was a big stellar event, similar to the one 20 years ago, that gave him the powers he now has. He heard guards and other inmates talk about it, how AMA is now prepared for such an event.
Theodore closed his eyes, imagining what this aurora would look like. The memory of that night, when Prometheus 673B's flare struck earth still fresh in his mind like it was yesterday. The otherworldly mixture of reds and yellows and greens. Like a primordial fire that was lit across the night sky.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps outside his cell snapped him out of his memory.
"Huh?" He adjusted in bed, to see who was outside his cell.
A man, in a white cloak with golden details, stood outside his cell. Theodore was confused. The man was not one of the guards, he was bare footed and did not wear any uniform. And no way he was one of the other inmates, no one had the capabilities to leave their cells without being let out.
"Hey, who the hell are you? How did you get here? The guards letting us out or something?" The criminal walked over to his cell door. The bars were made of material that could withstand sudden changes in temperature without bending or breaking, preventing him from getting out.
The man said nothing, he didn't even turn towards the convict, he merely stood there, hood covering his as he looked up at the night sky through the decorative windows on the buildings roof.
"Hey asshat! I asked you a question. How the fuck did you get out of your cell? C'mon man, don't be a dick, let me out too." Theodore grabbed the bars and rattled them.
The cloaked man finally turned towards him. The convict was stunned, only for a second. The man has a beard and long hair, both as white as his cloak. But his eyes, they were as blue as the midday sky. He could have sworn energy seemed to pour out of them. Before he could say another word, the figure before him extended his hand at him, and with a snap of his fingers, a bold of lightning struck Theodore square in the chest. The convict was send flying, back hitting the wall opposite the cell doors.
[]
Location: Brazil, San Paolo. Time: 16:37 Facility: Remodeled Taubaté Prison, cell block 3.
Vitor sat on the bench press, just finishing a set, looking over the prison yard. Even behind bars, his connections did not dwindle. A former petty drug dealer, Vitor Alves quickly rose to power and influence once his powers awoke. He employed other Awoken with criminal tendencies as his own personal task force to drive all other competition into the ground. Once he held the entirety of San Paolo's drug empire in his hand, he set his sights farther. We wanted the entire city for himself, believing that no one could challenge his claim to that right.
With the help of the AMA, the Brazilian government swiftly put his plan to rest, and Vitor behind bars. The fight between the Awoken under Alves and the AMA/Brazilian forces was indeed a bloody one and resulted in a good number of civilian casualties. The drug lord was sent to Taubate, where he would spend the rest of his life. The prison was remodeled, per AMA standards, to be fully equipped and capable of holding Awoken criminals.
Despite having powers of temperature manipulation, capable of increasing temperature to lethal amounts, Vitor did not believe that to be his strongest ability. Money, influence, connections, those were real power, what truly carried him to the top of the criminal world.
Even now, as he sat on the bench press, doing a few reps before looking over the yard, Vitor was not powerless in the outside world. He waited on his informant, his connection to the outside, to appear so he could delegate orders to what was left of his followers and empire on the outside.
He wasn't sure if it was something he ate, or the heat from the pounding sun. Maybe it was even that sky flare that he heard AMA guards mention. Something indeed felt off, his vision seemed a bit blurry. As if the entire prison courtyard was moving slowly right before him. But the informant should be there soon, so Vitor decided not to go back to his cell just yet.
The other inmates, guards, even the basketball that the inmates played hoops with, suddenly slowed down to a halt. Through the statue like crowd, a single figure moved over to Vitor. His feet were bare, his body and face hidden behind a hooded cloak. The drug lord could only see his white beard and his eyes, as they seemed to be glowing a faint blue glow. Before he even got a chance to speak, the man extended his hand towards him and with a smirk, snapped his fingers, sending a bolt of lightning straight into the mans body, causing Vitor to fly several feet and collapse on the ground.
[]
"Ugh... What the fuck man?" Theodore cursed, as he regained his consciousness. Slowly, he got up to his knees, his head pounding like he was struck by a hammer. The cell felt colder than before. Looking around, he saw the entire cell frozen, every surface covered by a thick layer of ice. Bed, toilet, the cell doors, frozen solid. And the ice shifted. With every movement of his hands, the ice followed.
"Could it be?" The inmate whispered, focusing his mind, channeling his ability. Ice began to form in the palm of his hand, morphing freely. With a single wave of his hand, the frozen bed shattered into bits and pieces. Theodore inhaled, getting up to his feet, head still in pain. But the realization was crystal clear. He could now freeze things without having to touch them, manipulate what he froze, as well create ice out by freezing the water in the air. With a grin plastered across his face, Theodore thanked the mysterious man, of who there was not a single trace left, and decided that he's busting himself out of prison.
[]
"WARNING! WARNING! WARNING. PRISON BREAKS DETECTED ACROSS MULTIPLE AMA FACILITIES!" Blared the system on screen at the Awoken Management Agency in Nagoya. Other HQs across the globe received the same warning.
"What the hell is going on?" Clara said, running into the monitoring hall.
"I don't know. Prison breaks, across multiple locations world wide." Kaito replied, his eyes not leaving the monitors as he fired up the surveillance drones on the impacted locations.
"The main facilities that were absolutely totaled are Siberia and San Paolo." He continued.
"Think it could be?" Clara asked.
"Not possible. The protection against solar flares was at full power. Not a single particle should have hit the ground. I mean, we didn't lose any tech, unlike last time." Kaito shot her question down, pulling up the drone feed of the two prisons.
Taubate was in flames. The entire facility seemed to be entirely engulfed in a raging fire. The Russian counterpart held no better either. The entire prison was torn apart by massive glacier like formations, that seemed to jut out of the ground.
Clara, Kaito and other technicians presents stared, slackjawed, at the live drone feed. Something like that was not possible, no Awoken held that level of power. Not even if multiple Awoken united, could they produce that level of destruction across such a large area.
"Wait wait! What's that? Zoom in on one of the glaciers!" One of the technicians said, pointing at the big monitors.
Kaito's fingers flew across the keyboard, as the drone moved closer and the video on screen zoomed to its maximum. On one of the glacier formations, sat a man, clearly an inmate based on the jumpsuit he was wearing.
"Running identification." Chimed the computer.
"Inmate 4012: Theodore Ivarovski. Age: 36. Category: Type 1 Awoken. Ability: Low drop. His ability allows him to significantly drop the temperature of anything he touches, almost instantly."
"He's a type 1. No way in hell that he could pull of something like this." Clara said, eyes glued to the screed. "He must have re-awoken, there is no other explanation."
"Clara, in the last 20 years since the Prometheus, there was never a single instance of that happening. Some Awoken do push their abilities past the initial capabilities, but that's usually the end of it. It's a conspiracy theory." Kaito mumbled.
"Then how do you explain THAT?" She said, pointing at a massive piece of ice that was quickly forming above Ivarovski, before being sent flying towards the drone and cutting off the live feed.
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(Howdy y'all. This is a bit different from my usual write style, with a more manga like story/narration instead of the standard story/novel format I do. I hope you like it, I came up with it months ago, but due to time constrains with work I haven't gotten around to writing it. Based on how it's received, I may continue this along side Sand & Steel. You can read S&S on here:
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2024.05.19 16:51 ConsciousRun6137 The Grim Global Harvest; The Onslaught of Parasites That Destroy Liberty
 | https://preview.redd.it/027kg051ce1d1.png?width=1892&format=png&auto=webp&s=38dfa5603c2a8c208380203d62e93aad567bb518 submitted by ConsciousRun6137 to u/ConsciousRun6137 [link] [comments] You need to understand that you and your family are targets of some of the most powerful corporations and dangerous tech that exists on earth. Yes. Your life is being stolen, and your personal electrical energy harvested. That’s what the controlling powers behind wetiko do, and the pressure is on right now to do this at warp speed. Life has become a never ending stream of psychological operations of deception. Whether any of us like it or not, the enemy is feeding on us. I’ve covered this idea at some length in this series on wetiko. [1] Those of us in the know realize that the system is working very hard to use the slavery of the past as “permission” or “authority” to use us for what is essentially human batteries. Do you want to admit that you are being farmed like cattle (chattel)? This is a challenging concept, even though so many us that have awakened to the true plight of humanity and how we have been manipulated to believe in the illusion of our freedom. It’s nothing but a sham. We’ve been fed a broth of propaganda from the time we were babes, and most of us blindly accepted this for decades or more. Most of us are still under that power. Humanity remains firmly under the influence of “invisible” wetiko as slave master, through government and all power structures concocted by man and “archon.” Under the continual influence of these “archons,” government, business and religion have been used for increasing subliminal programming of all humans for power and advantage. Of course, some are more sophisticated and harmful that others, but the mental and emotional entrainment are real. You are being used. That includes the energy that humans create and expend as finances. Instead of being fearless, through continual battering and psychological operations, most of humanity has adopted a heads-down position to sustain an easier life, in an attempt to avoid trouble. For generations, even millenniums, most of us have taken this wetiko hook, line, and sinker even though it has been right in our face. We’ve been induced to internalize the negative energy placed upon us, caving in to regulations and orders that tear at freedom continually. Evil has been banking on fear winning the day. Yet the truth is, no matter how filled with wetiko many of these monsters are, they’ve been taking this a step at a time because of their own fear and hesitations, seduced by their own needs as they foist their poison agenda on the world of men, women and children. Wetiko needs psychopaths and the mentally ill to foist its collective will upon humanity. They also need technology (whatever tech available) to keep an iron grip on “the lesser” through every mind control technique available to them. In most cases, our personal identities have been stolen, and we’ve accepted the thievery along with the chaos, distraction and reaction to the mayhem. They’ve hijacked the minds of multitudes throughout history to focus intently on elements of identity to divide and conquer. Last post, I began to reveal how this massive mind control operation was being accomplished in physical minds, and how the minds of humanity were being affected and why. Yet, this attack is so pervasive and has been in place for so long, that removing the veil while having you able to understand what is being done might not be possible because of the degree of evil being pushed. https://preview.redd.it/5hmxpuq7ce1d1.png?width=584&format=png&auto=webp&s=64e0e0525e9d83741f6db270ff2a20c89461515d All of this hides a larger operation currently underway that is being worked through wireless towers that carry smartphone and other wireless signals. It’s part of an insane plan to track and count everything on this planet, which of course, consumes more and more energy. The insane power mongers operate as parasites, now through “wireless body area networks” and “medical body area networks.” Where will they get increasing amounts of this needed power? That power comes from you as an electrical physical being. It’s absolutely heinous, and the bastards think your silence is your consent, because that is the way they “legally” operate as part of their system of power. Your insurance company is even involved in the plot as they work to reign you in, even surveilling your physical home and surroundings under the illusion of providing health care. All this information is being used to subdue and control you, to produce data about you with the idea to control. It’s all a magic act of masterful deception. Humans are a major source of energy creation, as are all living creatures on this planet. Biological parasites are real. Nano synthetic parasites are a new problem. Realize that you are being influenced on all levels through parasites, vampires that drain you at every opportunity to feed from you. Others work to poison you in a “war against humanity” to profit themselves. Recent testimony to Congress proves the reality. Our government has been torturing people electronically by remote means using EMF radiation. Their campaign has been effective. Just as they used military families to test the “vaccine” and reap the results of an 82% abortion rate and declining health. The big lie was that the “vaccine” was not mRNA as biological material. The mainstream shots consist of synthetic materials using cesium 137 that make you a synthetic hybrid. The reverse transcriptase within will continue to poison generations to come. Shocking, even hard for many to believe. You are being had if you are not awake to the cold reality that is being dealt, and then open to the idea of being badly used. Could your smartphone and other tech be used to feed on your electrical energy in a two-way information exchange? What other tech could be used? Time to think, open your mind and evaluate your options. The evidence is clear. The pathological crime is underway. For example (in the States), a synthetic brewer’s yeast protein that is highly toxic (“pathogenic”) is being placed into all shots, including approximately 470,000 medications. This toxic “kinase” depends on a natural ability as an electrical parasite to the host body, promoting cancer and other chronic disease. Enter the famous “covid jab” of 2020. All inoculations turn the human body into an effective power source for technology to use as the “tech gods” see fit. This isn’t science-fiction folks. It’s a massive two-way surveillance tool. What’s worse: if you received the “vaccine,” you are genetically-modified chattel that belongs to the patent holder. Arguably, you are not human based on the legal niceties. Nice, huh? This detail is the real pandemic. You’ve been officially “owned” by their procedures and rules. https://preview.redd.it/8xiyu0vace1d1.png?width=482&format=png&auto=webp&s=66f62e90ba459096daea48125f1a2cade2f284f1 As electrical beings, we are susceptible to EMF radiation, and this is well documented. Research indicates that EMF radiation can be used to modify human behavior, depending on the frequency used. Frequency is everything, as we are creatures of frequency. For example, Bill Gates has turned people into computing nodes and use as a power source (Patent 2020060606, see image) to mine cryptocurrency. This patent harnesses the wireless body area network (WBAN). It probably hooks up to Windows computers and your router in ways you would never have imagined either. You really are the commodity, a servant to the “tech gods” for their empowerment and profit. The wetiko nightmare is real. The vampires are here and draining you, sometimes pretending to pay you something of value for the use of your biorhythms and personal data. It’s part of the carbon credit tracking agenda. You are being bought and sold based on biorhythms. Over the decades, they have been able to track all humans by analysing cesium 137 contamination they placed in the food supply, which turns the human body into a two-way communication node. The gross large clots from the covid jab are flexible antennas, filled with the same cesium 137. Your privacy and health mean nothing to these mental monsters. Enjoy that reality if you can. Wireless mesh networks, using low-energy bluetooth on smartphones are now tied into the vaccinated with 16 digit mac addresses for information harvesting on Android devices. It’s so ubiquitous that the IEEE (electrical engineers) have developed standards grounded in years of data. Based on these standards, our “benevolent overlords” have even decided that they might decide not to harness the energy of most children, and perhaps not the disabled. You can see the wetiko that Google and the business world have stooped to in a rush to the bottom in working through governments of the world. Business is simply another component of government creation and placement, such as in the case of Google. Android has made people cloud-computing nodes on the mesh network, soon to be followed with IOS. Tying this mesh network into satellite is in process. Starlink is a dual system, part of the harvesting plan with 30,000 satellites that the cover the earth with 5G. Most of this care and support of the Beast is being done under the pretense of “health monitoring” for the time being, in line with the health emergency declaration. The technology in place is two-way, in that “authority” has the ability to shut you down with disease, whether in the hospital or walking the street. Never before has killing someone anonymously been so easy, and it will get easier as this is normalized. Last post, I discussed some positive things that you can do to heal, to fight the power of wetiko in your life. Now you can see that humanity is in a fight for its very life, and there are less of us that can do so as the global death cult attempts to take humanity down. Now we need to be involved in taking these towers of life-destroying power down, or stopping them from being erected altogether. It all starts on the local level with getting to know your local law enforcement, and through real-life contacts. You still have power to think and choose for yourself |
2024.05.19 16:51 DifferentSound1473 The letter I'm sending to my wife next week
Some context:
Dear Wife,
It is with great sadness that I write this letter, but also with great joy for having finally understood what is wrong between us and what the definitive solution is.
Every single day of my life, from July 2009 to today, I have spent time trying to establish a dialogue with you and get your attention without success.
You are always there in body but never in mind.
When I'm able to talk to you, you are present for only a few moments, briefly respond, and then retreat into your beloved thoughts to converse with yourself instead of with me, or to do something else (important or not).
I have tried hundreds of times to express to you how all this makes me feel, how much it hurts me, how I long with all my heart to be in contact with you like we were in 2008, but there was no way to make you understand.
Thus, for all these years of our life, the following scheme has gone on:
This has existed since that July of 2009, as I was telling you, look here: (some email screenshots from 2011) Further examples below (other screenshots)
These are some of the emails I’ve recovered.
It’s useless to say:
Look the other day:
The only moment I feel connected to you is during sex, but that's 20 minutes every how many days? Does that seem normal to you? When we're older and without sex, won't we even look at each other anymore?
With the baby's arrival, all this has come out like a frog from a boiling pot. Our Daughter sees it, senses it, perceives these dynamics, and it hurts her.
I'm sorry but I have reached my limit.
You are the only person I can't talk to, but with whom I desperately want to talk, share ideas, opinions, thoughts, etc., even 24 hours for 30 consecutive days (like we did in 2008).
You are the only one who brings out the long faces; my best friends, my grandmother, other friends, and former colleagues bring out smiles, jokes, the best of me.
This is our main problem.
If you had managed to maintain communication with me over time as in 2008, you would have a very close person, who would treat you like a queen, who would do everything to keep you happy, but you continuously reject and despise me.
Besides all this, in recent years, there have also been:
The affection has totally disappeared; I'm writing now after more than 8 days without receiving a kiss, a cuddle, a caress from you (yes I count them).
Wife, in a loving couple, this has no place, it’s not normal, it’s not a demonstration of love. It’s totally out of the question. There has never been a time when you said: Wow Husband, you're right, I sincerely apologize, now for the next 2 hours I will put down the phone, this, that, and talk to you. NO.
You don't even think of that.
I am telling you that for me, we have reached the end. You don't listen to me and don't talk to me.
You don't care about the problem; everything is okay for you, and I have to solve it on my own.
I have been fighting for years; in recent months, I have written over and over again, but nothing.
As Biden in February 2022 left no room for compromise with Putin regarding the Ukraine issue, forcing him to proceed, I do the same.
I want divorce and I do not want to live with you anymore.
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- I (36M) (throwaway account)
- Wife (45F)
- Daughter (3.7 yo)
- Married since 2017, we were together since 2008 (the year we first met)
- I did the big/huge/monster mistake to continue this relationship despite this obvious problem that you're going to read about. I think I did that because I was deeply physically attracted to her, she was the first love of my life (girlfriend then wife) and because I always believed I could bring back the person she was in 2008, where she was so present, so in touch with me, always available to talk and have deep discussions (but that was just the honeymoon phase of a first love and I didn't know this because it was my first experience)
- I think that with the baby's arrival all the things that didn't work before the arrival, only exploded because of the amount of stress we went through
- I'm not searching for advice or anything, I just want to share my pain with you
Dear Wife,
It is with great sadness that I write this letter, but also with great joy for having finally understood what is wrong between us and what the definitive solution is.
Every single day of my life, from July 2009 to today, I have spent time trying to establish a dialogue with you and get your attention without success.
You are always there in body but never in mind.
When I'm able to talk to you, you are present for only a few moments, briefly respond, and then retreat into your beloved thoughts to converse with yourself instead of with me, or to do something else (important or not).
I have tried hundreds of times to express to you how all this makes me feel, how much it hurts me, how I long with all my heart to be in contact with you like we were in 2008, but there was no way to make you understand.
Thus, for all these years of our life, the following scheme has gone on:
- I try to establish contact with you multiple times during the day.
- You don't pay attention / you respond with monosyllables / you are not involved in the conversation / you respond rudely.
- I feel rejected because you don't want to talk to me; I understand that I can't talk to you, I'm not important to you, and by necessity, I shut down because there is no communication and sharing (what you call a long face). You notice the long face and do everything to get me out of it because you hate it, but not what you should do (i.e., insist on asking what’s wrong to establish the contact that was not established before, and then be available to talk the next times). Lately, your solution has been to attack me verbally or physically to force a change in me (e.g., "Enough with these damn long faces! Smile, damn it! Don't sit there like a fool"). This is devastating for me because not only can I not talk to the person I love, but I am also insulted when I expose the problem.
- When you want to spend quality time, as you call it, on weekends when you are calmer and more relaxed, you are fine, but I am devastated and no longer want to spend quality time with you because I don’t feel well and am upset with you.
This has existed since that July of 2009, as I was telling you, look here: (some email screenshots from 2011) Further examples below (other screenshots)
These are some of the emails I’ve recovered.
It’s useless to say:
- Now there's the baby.
- Before it was work.
- Before it was something else.
- Before it was another thing.
Look the other day:
- I gave you 1 hour to rest asking you if we could talk.
- I start talking and you get up to take your medicine (because in your head it’s always "oh, he's talking, so meanwhile I can take care of something else"), and after I start talking about this problem, you start telling me "With all the damn problems we have, you have time to talk about this nonsense?" and then told me "Don't you know that people can do other things while you're talking and still be present, hear you and have a conversation with you?"
- You are perpetually distracted, absorbed in your head and your thoughts, you have a much deeper level of introversion than mine from which you can't easily emerge, you create situations, conversations, battles, etc.
- You think in terms of projects and things to do: in 2011 (I remembered) you were working respectively on 3 different projects (a crazy amount). Obviously, I was getting the leftover attention from this combo. Now there’s the baby, and I am just a satellite orbiting around the two of you, only useful to procure food and necessary things.
- You get very stuck on things and don't want to let go of your fixations. It's likely that you have the hyperfocus of people with ADHD, read more about it here in detail. Regarding the last point, I'll copy and paste the most relevant parts: Hyperfocus in an adult with ADHD allows one to concentrate attention on a single task, often achieving extremely high productivity at the expense of everything around, such as a family member talking or a pot on the stove.
- Manipulation: "Oh, come on, you're the one who's fixated, of course we talk, what are we doing now, excuse me?"
- Insult: "These damn things again? Do you want the truth, Husband? You're a pain in the ass."
- Ultimatum: "If you want, you change, I won't change" "I'm going to the lawyer"
- When cornered: sex and that's it
The only moment I feel connected to you is during sex, but that's 20 minutes every how many days? Does that seem normal to you? When we're older and without sex, won't we even look at each other anymore?
With the baby's arrival, all this has come out like a frog from a boiling pot. Our Daughter sees it, senses it, perceives these dynamics, and it hurts her.
I'm sorry but I have reached my limit.
You are the only person I can't talk to, but with whom I desperately want to talk, share ideas, opinions, thoughts, etc., even 24 hours for 30 consecutive days (like we did in 2008).
You are the only one who brings out the long faces; my best friends, my grandmother, other friends, and former colleagues bring out smiles, jokes, the best of me.
This is our main problem.
If you had managed to maintain communication with me over time as in 2008, you would have a very close person, who would treat you like a queen, who would do everything to keep you happy, but you continuously reject and despise me.
Besides all this, in recent years, there have also been:
- Heavy insults
- Constant threats
- Spits in the face
- Kicks and slaps
The affection has totally disappeared; I'm writing now after more than 8 days without receiving a kiss, a cuddle, a caress from you (yes I count them).
Wife, in a loving couple, this has no place, it’s not normal, it’s not a demonstration of love. It’s totally out of the question. There has never been a time when you said: Wow Husband, you're right, I sincerely apologize, now for the next 2 hours I will put down the phone, this, that, and talk to you. NO.
You don't even think of that.
I am telling you that for me, we have reached the end. You don't listen to me and don't talk to me.
You don't care about the problem; everything is okay for you, and I have to solve it on my own.
I have been fighting for years; in recent months, I have written over and over again, but nothing.
As Biden in February 2022 left no room for compromise with Putin regarding the Ukraine issue, forcing him to proceed, I do the same.
I want divorce and I do not want to live with you anymore.