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2023.02.02 23:07 KyleKKent Out of Cruel Space, Part 583

Not Exactly Hidden

Alrinoth of the Barkbinder Clan finds himself at a loss for words. Beneath his hat and cloak he had witnessed an entire forest shift and shiver into a new shape, glowing with new life and new shapes. He had seen incredible acts of Axiom usage, He had witnessed miracles that would forever be beyond the reach of his people performed by the other races. He had seen people race upon water without the aid of ice, bridges or technology, he had seen those he would have sworn were dead healed to the fullness of health. He had seen the impossible performed as routine.
Now he is seeing it once more. Yet this is so much wider scale than the individuals who bend reality to themselves, this is a biosphere moving as a singular being. The sheer number of divergent forms of life within a forest is mind boggling, yet it acts as one. How many thousands of different species of fungi, plant, animal and bacterium have suddenly decided to move together? Let alone how many billions if not trillions of individuals from the massive to microscopic.
He grips his staff of office for a bit of security, and then begins to enter the shifting forest. He is a seeker. It is his duty to bring new knowledge and new understandings from a hostile galaxy back to the clans.
The mushroom forest was a place where tall fungus would grow and be easily harvested for artistic worth, this was the soaking wet growing season. The least interesting time of year and the least crowded time as well. A perfect time to question the artisan and learn of their methods, a routine, simple and only exciting if he fails to give the artists warning of his approach. One of the greatest secrets to being a seeker is that the galaxy is much less hostile if you have the presence of mind to warn people of your approach.
Most, all he had ever encountered actually, races grow increasingly hostile the longer a Triii is near them, but if you startle them by failing to give warning then they start already agitated and fearful. Which means you have at most a couple of minutes before they have a chance of lashing out. With sufficient warning you may even get an hour of alien company before things start getting risky.
Oh sure, they are apologetic afterwards. But their instincts that rely on the very thing the Triii stand to resist paints the Triii in a very poor light.
As he enters beneath the canopy the lights nearest to him wink out. Leaving him in a small patch of darkness. Of course it’s not normal phosphor. Everything must be Axiom. Always Axiom. To be fair he requires it as well for all he resists anything but his consuming it. The Longleaf discovery of the Humans and how their biology adapted to survive without it says volumes.
Of course, the fact that the histories of the humans was nowhere near as long as the Triii or any other race, when the Triii Clans were engulfed in the Millennial War, humans were struggling with fire.
Still, this is some fascinating knowledge to take and he gathers a few small samples of the altered mushrooms. Takes a few pictures with his recording device and runs a scan through the area. There is something definitely off, and according to the device everything is connected in the Axiom. He feels vaguely disappointed that Axiom is the be all, end all of all things. But his duty isn’t to complain or give his cynical opinion. It’s to gather information for heads that are wiser, but not quite as reckless, to consider and ponder.
That the earthen floor is already drying beneath his feet lets him know that whatever is going on is enormous. Still, he can sense he’s being watched and...
An entire conglomeration of people suddenly emerge just slightly within the forest complete with a badly mangled airvan. Alrinoth rushes up and quickly sees its’ a collection of alien woman that are groaning in pain, but placed on soft mushroom beds and well away from the rain. Most are unconscious, the one that is not is clearly dazed and confused.
“Madam.” Alrinoth calls out at a respectful distance. There is little response. But his approaching any closer might actually bring them harm. “Madam!”
She looks his way and starts to blink in confusion.
“Madam, what happened?” Alrinoth calls out to her.
“A target... lots of credits and just a snatch and... and...” She collapses. Alrinoth pulls out his communicator and dials the local emergency code.
“Emergency Dispatch.”
“This is Alrinoth of the Barkbinder clan. I’m at the edge of the Mushroom Forest south of Haloric Ridge, there is a massive Axiom event taking place and an airvan with six hurt woman just appeared in the area. One of them is in a daze and just fell unconscious, none are awake, but all seem to be alive. Send ambulances. I’ll keep a lookout.” He repeats.
“Good, stay near them, we’re tracking your precise location from your communicator.” The Dispatcher says and Alrinoth nods.
“Of course. I will keep watch.” He assures the dispatcher as he observes the fungal forest suddenly shift around him. Something else is happening. The shifting is not in his immediate presence, but something is indeed happening and...
His staff swings and slams into the lower thigh of a being that was just suddenly there.
“Oww! Hey! That’s not needed little guy!” The stranger, a male, says in Galactic Trade. He has little if any accent in the tongue, suggesting he either studied it deeply to master it or carefully chooses his words even when startled.
Alrinoth backs up onto a larger mushroom and gets a good look at the stranger. Looks like a Tret, shows little to no fear of a Triii, he’s a human. A dour skinned and flat faced one. “Who are you?”
“Bora Tang, call me Tang.” Tang replies as he rubs above his knee. “Are you a... a Triii?”
“Roll the rrr sound a little more.” Alrinoth corrects him as he moves out of an attacking stance. If this stranger isn’t hostile, then there’s no reason to provoke it. Just because something is inevitable doesn’t mean you should race towards it.
“Before we continue, have you done anything about them?” Tang asks pointing towards the airvan and people laid out on the mushroom beds.
“I’ve called for medical assistance and they’re sending an ambulance. I need to stick around so they can track my communicator.”
“Good! Good. Anyways: You’re giving the Sorcerer here quite the puzzle to sort out.” Tang remarks. “He’s so off his game he sent me to being almost right next to you instead of at a good distance to watch.”
“The Sorcerer? Wait... I have some information about that. An Apuk cultural touchstone.” Alrinoth says as he reaches for his data-slate.
“They have a powerful ally in the form of a terrain based Axiom construct.”
“Is that’s what’s happening here? Is it reproducing?” Alrinoth asks and Tang considers.
“That... that’s a good summary of what’s happening.” Tang remarks as he rubs his shaven cheek. “There are a lot of other small things going around, but the thing with the mushrooms? That’s The Dark Forest of Serbow essentially having a child here on Lilb’Tulelb.”
“This is unprecedented.” Alrinoth says before pausing and considering. “No... no it’s not. When a Slohb or Gravia reproduces and bears a member of their own kind rather than another species they simply use new data derived chemically or axiomatically to create the next generation in a diverse and adaptive manner.”
Tang’s eyebrows go up as he hears that little bit of verbal contemplation and then nods. “That makes sense... that makes a lot of sense actually. Especially if you think of a sentient forest like this as a colossal scale life form that lives symbiotically with the life it encounters.”
“So this entire fungal forest IS a single massive entity now? Including the animals and some... sorcerer? What a sorcerer?”
“A Sorcerer is a sentient part of this system that helps guide and direct it. If we’re using a body analogy, think of them like a brain cell. Or more likely an entire... no... no my analogy doesn’t work. The Forest has its own will and intention from what I understand but it’s allied and... adopted? Befriended? Allied to? Anyways the mind of the forest takes in people that let it in and lends its power to them and because the forest is such a powerful and valuable ally it gains more intelligent minds that want to help it.”
“That... how closely tied up are they?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t had time to fully question a Sorcerer, but some Sorcerers are part of The Undaunted so when they sound the cry for help we answer as fellow Undaunted.” Tang remarks. “So... are you of the Longleaf Clan?”
“What? Long...! Oh! I’m sorry I forgot to introduce myself!” Alrinoth says before giving a slight bow. “I am Alrinoth of the Barkbinder Clan. I am A Seeker. I bring knowledge back to my people.”
“A pleasure, I am a Soldier with a Sniping specialization. Meaning that when I fight it’s usually at extreme range with very powerful and very accurate weapons.”
And the Undaunted are as The Longleaf explained? The greatest warriors of a world trapped deep in Cruel Space sent to have the first taste of the Galaxy?’
“Yes, however most of us are never going home. There are numerous political divides and factions that are mutually exclusive and frankly no matter what we do or did one or more of them will want our heads on platters.”
“Ah... Yes, that’s very common in the galaxy and wars and divides like that don’t even stop when spaceflight becomes casual and common.”
“I can see why they made someone so thoughtful a seeker. You’re basically a travelling scholar aren’t you?”
“Somewhat.” Alrinoth says with a slight smile. “... before we continue, is it true that you humans aren’t bothered by Triii?”
“We don’t rely on Axiom to sense things. You’re downright cute by human standards.” Tang remarks and Alrinoth blinks a few times as he processes that. Then he holds out his hand to the human. He had read that this was some form of greeting among them.
The massive hand with fingerless gloves wraps around his much smaller one and his whole arm gets a gentle shake. The human doesn’t so much as flinch.
“Wow.” Alrinoth notes. “I had trouble believing that there was a race that does not rely on Axiom. Even my own does for all that we disrupt and distort it.”
“There may be more races in Cruel Space, it’s a relatively tiny chunk of the galaxy, but it’s still an obscenely huge amount of space, stars and potential worlds.”
“Indeed! Indeed, wow! Won’t that be exciting?” Alrinoth states and his mind starts wandering at exactly what kind of races could evolve without Axiom. Humans are a BMO grade which is a tried and true evolutionary track with his own species being one of them.
“As far as I can tell Axiom is mostly a shortcut in evolution. So there’re probably some more primitive but robust versions of other species of the galaxy in Cruel Space. We humans seem to be one for the Trets after all.” Tang remarks as he looks over the injured and hurt. “For all we know there are tribal or medieval or perhaps even more advanced versions of all of them in Cruel Space.”
“It boggles the mind. So much of the galaxy is unexplored, and just the tiny fraction that is Cruel Space can hold many things.” Alrinoth remarks. “To say nothing of all the things that are in Wild Space, Frontier Space, in Distant Space or even here where we’re technically in Prosperous Space.”
“I thought this was in Distant Space.” Tang remarks.
“It’s on the edge, depending who’s describing the planet it can be either in Prosperous Space or Distant Space.”
“Ah. That would do it.” Tang remarks before spotting a small fleet of ambulances rushing through the rain. “Here they come, that took longer than expected.”
“Twenty three minutes since I called.” Alrinoth notes as he watches the Ambulances swoop in and they stop just beyond the reach of the forest.
“I’ll talk to them.” Tang offers stepping away and walking up with his arm up and waving before gesturing towards the injured women. The Ambulances slowly approach and as their rears open numerous women in medical uniforms rush out.
“Was it you that called it in sir?’
“No, however the one that did is... socially awkward.” Tang says. “These women crashed into the tops of the mushrooms and we were able to prevent them from drowning in the rain by moving them here with Axiom.”
“You moved hurt women?!” One of the doctors demands rounding on him in an instant.
“Not me!” Tang replies putting his hands up.
“... Well, you tell whoever moved these women that short of attacking, it was one of the worst things they could have done!”
“And leaving them in the rain to potentially drown?” Tang demands on Morg’s behalf.
“Okay, but... just don’t unless you absolutely have to!” The Doctor tells him and he nods before she rushes to help with their getting them onto proper gurneys.
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2023.02.02 23:00 Edward_Stivenson What Can You Do With an Astronomy Degree?

Space and its inhabitants have been a mysterious grey area of curiosity ever since the first humans populated planet Earth. To this day we have not stopped wondering what's above us and asking ourselves questions like "how many stars are in the Milky Way", "is there any extraterrestrial life out there", and "will the sun ever explode". Curiosity to know more than the average citizen of planet Earth is exactly what drives people to pursue an astronomy degree. But what does astronomy mean? Astronomy is a natural science based on discovering celestial objects and explaining cosmos phenomena. It is the study of stars, planets, moons, galaxies, nebulae, and comets. At this point, you might be wondering "this sounds cool but what you can do with an astronomy degree?". Well, you're about to find out! See the top reasons for pursuing astronomy below from graduate essay writing services.
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Have the knowledge and the power to answer questions that do not let your species sleep peacefully at night. Achieve a deeper understanding of how the world functions and why things are the way they are. Astronomy is not just a study of stars, it is a combination of mathematics, chemistry, and physics. What do astronomers study in particular? They study various disciplines such as planetary science, solar astronomy, the formation of galaxies, or the origin and evolution of stars. To summarize, astronomy is the study of everything in the universe beyond our planet's atmosphere.
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Students that have just learned about the existence of this study from the (225088) 2007 or 10 Gonggong Planet song are oftentimes wondering what do astronomy mean. The answer is more simple than one might think. It is a life-changing study for the inhabitants of planet Earth. The more discoveries in space we make, the easier our life becomes. The connection between the two is not easily traceable in everyday life, so here are a few unexpectedly large astronomy-related contributions that made our lives more convenient. Astronomy has set the base for the development of Kodak film, the iPhone's camera, aerospace, X-rays, and many others.
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Cool take on science
Astronomy is the subject of fascination and amazement. Just like chemistry and biology, it has the power to blow your mind with its breathtaking discoveries. But what differentiates astronomy from the above-mentioned studies is its uniqueness, as only 10 thousand people worldwide are members of the professional astronomers' community. Once you begin your astronomy degree journey, be prepared to think outside the box, as most aspects of astronomy are immensely hard to comprehend. You don't only get to study physics and mathematics and observe the stars, you get to travel to cool astronomy conventions to meet fellow scientists. As mentioned previously, the astronomy community is small, yet it is very tightly connected. Astronomists from all over the world come together to make new discoveries and analyze their findings. Wouldn't it be cool to meet the three scientists who discovered the Gonggong or as previously known 2007 or 10 name planet? If you are fascinated with astronomy, don't waste time doing useless assignments, better buy essay from a professional essay writer on our analytical essay writing service and get back to doing what you love.
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Astrophysicists specify in analyzing objects located in space and learning the history of their creation and existence. To test their theories, astrophysicists apply their knowledge of advanced mathematics and physics. As a result, they gain an understanding of various astronomical relationships and the laws of the universe.
2. Astronomer
Average salary in the US: $128,950 per year
Astronomers, as well as astrophysicists, study objects located in space, such as planets, stars, and other celestial bodies. Some even study such cool phenomena as black holes, distant galaxies, and neutron stars. To do so, they use various equipment such as optical telescopes which are ground-based, and the Hubble Space Telescope which is space-based.
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Average salary in the US: $96,747 per year
To study space, humans develop spacecraft and satellites. In particular, they are engineered by those with an astronomy degree-aeronautical engineers. Not only do they develop spacecraft, but they also take care of their operational functions and create space missions.
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2023.02.02 22:19 NoAbbreviations2961 Just passed my SHRM-CP and here are my thoughts/tips for those who are studying

I found out last night that I officially passed my SHRM-CP exam! Woof, what a journey. I thought I would share my thoughts & tips on the entire studying process in hopes that it helps someone. I’ll also answer any questions that anyone may have. I’ve also included a TLDR at the end end because this is A LOT. (Obligatory apologizes as I’m doing this from the app and formatting may be weird.)
Background: I have over 10 years of HR experience and currently work as an HR Manager. Previous roles have included: generalist, specialist, recruiter. I’ve worked in a variety of industries: manufacturing, non profit healthcare, hospitality, cannabis, beauty in both union and non union environments. I have an associates degree that I completed in 2020 (went into the military after high school and skipped 4 year college).
Study Items Used:
Studying Timeline: Late November, I scheduled my exam for Jan 30th.
Pretest: I scored 71% overall with Workplace being my weakest area with a score of 56% (the other 3 areas I scored in the low-mid 70 range).
The Learning System (LS) gives you two options for self study path once you complete your pretest: Content Order or Recommended Order. I chose neither and created my own plan to follow based on time commitments each week.
The online LS provides the time it will take to get through each section within a Competency. For example, Communication has 3 section and each is listed as 5 minutes, 13 minutes, and 12 minutes respectively. I quickly found out that my learning style of reading & note taking was essentially doubling the times listed (also, I have ADHD lol) I was finding myself getting stressed out because it was taking me so much longer to get through these sections. I also opted to study at the library away from distractions at home and would like to brown noise in my headphones (again I have ADHD and needed to remove as many distractions as possible).
Flash forward to January — I realized I had not been studying like I should and was very far behind on the schedule I laid out for myself. So I decided to focus my studies on the Competencies specific module over the last 3 weeks. During this time I was also listening to the book I listed above and was trying to complete daily quizzes on the app (listed above). On the LS quizzes, I was scoring between 66-80% (you need to score 80% for the competency to be marked as complete as SHRM considers this passing).
A week before my exam, I’m a wreck with nerves. In December, I didn’t prioritize studying like I felt I should have.
The Saturday before my exam, i take the practice exam in the LS with the intent of using this info to determine what i should try to cram on Sunday (day before exam). I scored 200 and my weakest area was People so I decide to use my time on Sunday to review that section of competencies. Well later that evening I decided to take the post-test (I skipped that and went straight to the practice exam) to see if it will give me any additional insights. I take the test and I score 66%— worse than my pre-test! Y’all I was immediately discouraged.
The next day comes and I stick with my plan to focus on the People section which just felt so easy but then I would retake a quiz and couldn’t hit that 80% mark.
I come to peace that I’m probably going to fail my exam but at least I’ll know what I’m getting myself into the next time & know what to focus my studying on & give myself more time.
Day of the Exam: I opted for in-person at a Prometric office. If you’re taking the exam in person at a Prometric site, I strongly recommend going to their website and watching their “what to expect” video. Important to note, you cannot take anything into the exam room like not even water. They have lockers available to store your belongings so consider bringing a snack bar & water bottle for your break. My location also provided noise reducing ear muff things.
The exam is broken up into 2 parts. Each part is 110 minutes and each contain a mixture of knowledge questions and situational questions. You have the option to “flag” questions for review— use this feature!! You only have 110 minutes to get through 67 questions. That’s like 1.5 minutes per question. If you get stuck on a question, select an answer, flag it and then come back to it after you’ve made it through the entire section. Don’t waste time because your time is limited.
When you finish your first section & have completed your review and if you have time left on the clock — use this time as your break. You get one 15 minute break. Just take it - go to the bathroom, get a drink of water, eat a snack, just stretch your legs. Seriously, take the break if you have time left after your first section. I had about 30 minutes left so I reviewed all my questions to make sure I answered them all and then took my break. If you decide to take a break, do not submit your first part until after your break. If you submit and Part 2 starts, your 110 minutes resets and any left over time does not carry over.
For Part 2, same advice. Answer the questions and flag the ones that are stumping you to review after you’re done before submitting.
After your submit your answers, there’s a survey SHRM requires you to fill out. After your survey, you will/should find out on the screen if you passed/did not pass. This is just the preliminary result.
Results: After you complete your exam, you should receive an email confirming your preliminary results and that your official results will come via email in 3 weeks. I didn’t have to wait the 3 weeks as my official results came two days after. I received 4 different emails notifying me that my results were ready and to login to the SHRM certification site. Here you can view your results and feedback report.
I find it super interesting that my results show different areas of strength compared to the practice exam.
Final Thoughts: If you have more administrative, handling the day to day experience, I recommend giving yourself more time to study like at least 3 months to fully absorb the information. There is a global aspect to the exam and I encountered a lot of material I just wasn’t familiar with at all (Corporate Social Responsibility, Managing a Global Workforce, Organizational Effectiveness & Development) — high level strategy items that I just haven’t had to encounter in my career until recently.
In my opinion and based on my final exam results, the study materials are much harder than the actual exam so do not stress out if you’re feeling overwhelmed (not to say it’s going to be a walk in the park). It’s important to understand that SHRM wants you to think of the situation questions in the “SHRM Way” and when answering really focus on the what the question is asking. I would get tied up with just answering the question that I wasn’t taking the time to read what is being asked.
Example (not a direct question but a paraphrase of one): An HR Manager wants to implement a new employee benefit and has a meeting with their director to sell the idea. How should the HRM prepare for the meeting? You’re given 4 choices and they may all seem like reasonable answers but you need to think what is the very first basic step that is needed in this process and how is it the most appropriate response relating to the director and that specific meeting.
Reading the materials and taking the quizzes will help train your brain how to think about these questions and how to answer them. The questions on the quizzes come from actual SHRM exams so these are the types of questions you’ll be answering. The quizzes in the Competency module is the best exposure for the Situational questions on the test. If I hadn’t spent extra time studying those, I don’t think I would have passed the exam.
I’m happy to help or share more about my experience if anyone has any questions.
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2023.02.02 22:09 Trash_Tia Three years ago, I was a research student working on a remote island. We were out of lab rats, so our professor used us instead.

I can’t believe I finally got the guts to post this to social media.
After three years, I’m finally ready to tell our story.
I know I shouldn't. This is a huge risk, and I’m putting both myself and my friends in danger of being caught by some pretty bad people who are currently hunting us down.
My life as I knew it ended in 2020. (I would talk about how ironic it was that it had to be 2020, but I don’t have time to ramble). I was volunteering as a lab assistant for a college professor I was close to. After graduating at the top of my class, I had been offered the opportunity to assist him overseas as a voluntary research assistant. I should have been working in his usual lab at the college, but due to certain ethical issues he didn’t want to deal with on campus, he decided to fly his most promising students to his primary lab on a tiny Indonesian island. He took on six of us.
The top of his class, as well as students who seemed far too interested in what he was really working on. Normally, college professor’s would discourage curiosity when it came to their private lives and work, but he welcomed it, allowing certain students glimpses into the research he was working on under his façade. I can’t say I wasn’t curious about the paperwork I happened to glimpse, paperwork covered in special plastic seals brandishing TOP SECRET in bold lettering which was definitely intriguing.
Sure, I wanted to know what was so special about his research that it warranted that kind of seal, but it’s not like I broke into his lab unlike my colleagues. (You would think biology students would be smart, but those idiots didn’t stand a chance with the amount of security our college had).
I thought that would be a sure fire suspension, and it almost was until the professor himself had pardoned them before inviting the group alongside me to work with him on this secret project. I know I sound crazy for taking a voluntary job, but the job was on a tiny island just off of the coast of Indonesia—which meant I was working in paradise. It was like being on a permanent vacation. We had the beach at our disposal, and the local resort was just up the road. After sweating in the lab on weekdays, we headed to the private resort down the road from the lab.
Professor Quincy was a well-known local, so he had managed to get us free entry. I guess you could say I was living the dream. Three years prior, I was in my freshman year of college and I had no idea what I was doing with my life. Fast forward two years, and I had the opportunity of a lifetime. I was working in literal paradise.
It didn’t last long, of course. I had to wake up from my dream at some point, right? And I did.
March 2020.
I can’t remember which date it was. I just remember that it was right at the start of the pandemic, and I was supposed to be going home to see family I hadn’t seen in almost six months. Professor Quincy had been insistent we live and work with him for a certain amount of time, and then he would grant us permission to return home to see our family.
I couldn’t exactly argue against it. Like I said, and I will continue to elaborate through this post, our professor’s work was pretty private. Cell phones were not allowed, and internet access was limited. If I needed to phone home, I had to sign seven different forms to promise I wouldn’t leak any information on his work, and to declare that if I happened to do so I would be fired immediately and sent back to the US.
If that wasn’t enough, my parents would also be held accountable.
So, yeah. Obviously, I wasn’t going to start spilling our professor’s secrets.
It’s not like we were completely cut off. There was a phone in Professor Quincy’s office, as well as the reception at the dorms.
We were allowed three allocated phone calls a week. After a certain world event had enfolded, however, we were allowed to call our parents pretty much any time we wanted, as long as we signed those release forms. After a full day of none-stop paranoia and too much time skimming news articles on my laptop, I was itching to talk to mom. I just didn’t know how to tell her that I wouldn’t be seeing her in… I had no idea. The US borders were shutting, and I was at a loss what to do. If I am to be honest with you, I was terrified. This kind of thing only happened in movies, and there I was trying to figure out a way to tell my mom I wouldn’t be coming home—and I had no idea if I would ever be coming home again. The dorms were state of the art; a huge glass building with three floors. There was a gym, a swimming pool, and a girl’s and boy’s dorm on the top levels.
There were only six of us, so it was pretty fucking amazing. Sometimes in the summer when it was baking hot, like the kind of heat the human body can’t deal with, they opened the roof, and we would all lie in the reception area, drunk on cocktails from the resort.
But do you know what wasn’t state of the art?
The air-con.
I had grown accustomed to the stupid thing breaking every three days. Normally, I didn’t really care. I’d get a cold shower or stick my head in the freezer. That day, though, I had just been informed via email I wouldn’t be returning home for the foreseeable future.
The thing was, I was so used to knowing things in advance. I knew when work was cancelled, or when I was getting sick. Though with this, I had no idea what the outcome would be. Nobody did. The planet was holding a collective breath. I couldn’t even ask for a possible date, because no one knew how this huge, insane, life-changing thing would play out.
Well, it could play out either one way or the other. And I had seen the movies. I knew the basis, or at least the fictional re-enactment.
So, sweating through baking heat, I sat cross legged on prickly carpet, squeezing the phone in my palmy hands. I could glimpse Kaian through the window, slumped on a sun-lounger with his head tipped back. He was frowning at an odd looking bird which was perched on the upper deck. It was early evening, and the sun was starting to set. God, I loved watching the sunset. It was like the sky had turned into cotton candy, streaks of burning red and pink enveloping crystal blue and dimming the sky, making it easier to get a good luck at the sun.
Kaian’s light brown hair exploded into hues of vivid red, and I was momentarily taken-aback by the sight—like the sky had set his hair on fire. Ever since meeting him in my freshman year, I’d had a crush on Kaian. Being half-Thai with striking features and a Hollywood smile, my ass was already on the floor.
However, after living with him for several months, and studying alongside him for years, I had come to realise he was more of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Not exactly a dick, but not the nicest either. Kaian was deaf and had become the sort of “jock” of our little research group. He had been the one to stage the break-in attempt into Professor Quincy’s lab. I always wondered if they really had discovered something—and blackmailed Quincy into letting them in on the research.
I wouldn’t put it past my classmates. They were as nutty as our professor. I was half-wishing mom didn’t answer. Then I would have no choice but to tell her through email, which was better.
Still though, I wanted to hear her voice, even if it was going to send me over the edge. When my mom’s voice crackled through the phone, I panicked and said the first thing which came to mind. “I’m... I’m staying here for a little longer.” I said. “I was told this morning I can’t come home.”
Mom was silent for a moment before she sighed. “Yeah.” I was surprised when she chuckled. “I figured that, sweetie.”
“You’re not mad?” I whispered.
She didn’t reply for a moment before sighing. “Why would I be mad? It’s not like you can help it.”
Squeezing the phone tighter, I turned away so Kaian couldn’t see me sobbing like an idiot. “It’s not for long,” I said, or rather lied. I wasn’t just trying to reassure my mother, I was desperate to make myself feel better too. “I think it’ll be late April, or maybe May. I’m not sure yet.”
“Well, I’m excited to see you.”
Nodding, I swallowed a wracking sob. “I’m excited to see you too, mom.”
“Are you eating well?”
“Uh, yeah. The food here is great.”
“How is work?”
She was avoiding elaborating on a conversation neither of us wanted to have, and I didn’t blame her.
“It’s fine,” I said, “We’ve been working in some pretty, uh… intense heat. But I’m fine. I just cool off in the sea.”
“That’s good.” I could sense my mother’s smile, and it made me feel ten times worse.
“How… how are things over there?”
Mom hummed. “There’s no toilet paper,” she laughed, “But we’re all fine. Your little brother is baking cookies. Do you want to talk to him?”
“No.” I said, far too fast. “I mean… I don’t have much time, and I wanted to talk to you.” I swallowed. “If that’s okay.”
“Of course, honey.” Mom’s voice felt like warm water coming over me, relieving my stiff muscles. “Oh! Your father just finished cleaning your room out the other day! You would not believe how much stuff we had to take to a yard sale. Do you remember that dollhouse you had?”
She cut me off. “Well, I’ve given it to Mrs Jason’s daughter. Do you remember Lucy?"
“Lucy.” I said, my mind elsewhere. “She was that kid… umm…”
“You held her at your auntie Christine’s birthday party, do you remember? She’s always asking about you. She thinks you’re a marine biologist.”
“Oh.” I said helplessly. Sensing movement, I twisted around to find Kaian heading up the stairs. Probably to his room.
Usually, Monday nights were reserved for the beach. After lights out, we headed down to the coves which were a three minute walk from the dorms to paddle in bioluminescent plankton illuminating the stuffy night.
It was like dipping your feet in liquid stars. From the look on my colleague’s face however, a sort of not-entirely-there frown, I doubted anyone was in the mood for our usual trip to the beach. Offering the boy a wave, I pulled my knees to my chest. I didn’t realise I’d left an awkward pause until mom cleared her throat loudly, snapping me out of my trance.
“Wren, did you hear what I just said?”
Mom only had to say my name to send my heart into my throat. “Honey, are you crying?”
I had to heave in a breath. “No.”
“You’re watching the news, aren’t you?”
“Mom, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Mom paused. “Wren, I can’t imagine what you must be feeling right now, but I’m just a phone-call away.”
I nodded, my eyes burning. “I love you, mom.”
“I love you too, baby.” Mom’s voice hitched, and she was splintering. I could tell by her sharp breaths. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
That was the last time I ever spoke to my mother.
The sky was dark when I pulled open the door to my shared room and face-planted into my bed. Long after putting the phone down, I sat in the reception area and cried like an idiot. Then I went outside to attempt to read a book on a sun lounger, but with the lack of sun, and the fact that the outdoor light was broken, I gave up and retreated upstairs.
Riss, my roommate, was typing loudly on her laptop when I bothered lifting my head from my snot-drenched pillow.
She had been taking the news surprisingly well, despite her being the one in our group who was over-emotional. Riss was a natural redhead but had dyed her hair an odd pastel pink colour which was starting to come out. I could see her natural vivid red roots springing from her half-assed ponytail. “How’s your mom?”
Riss didn’t look up from her laptop screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. I glimpsed the word doc she had been working on earlier in the lab. We were supposed to type up all the findings from the days experiments earlier, and as usual Riss was the last to submit hers. She was the lazy daydreamer out of our group, often getting chastised for zoning out during lectures and falling asleep. Riss was smart though. Seriously smart. When she felt like it.
“Hello?” Riss slammed the space-bar. “How was the talk with your mom?”
“It was fine.”
“Doesn’t sound like it,” Riss hummed. “Come on, I know when you’re upset—fuck.” She hissed through her teeth, going to town on the backspace key. “Stupid fucking autocorrect.”
I didn’t reply for a moment, suffocating myself in my pillow. The air-con was broken again, so I was left to suffer, stewing in the same clothes I had been wearing all day. I needed a cold shower and something from the downstairs kitchen, but I couldn’t be bothered moving. Besides, Riss’s typing was comforting, lulling me into almost-slumber.
After a while of just basking in the sound of her typing, my roommate sighed loudly. I sensed her jump up from her bed and move to her desk. My roommate had a routine I was used to. After typing up her usually late reports, she jumped up, did some stretches, downed the bottle of water on her desk, and then jumped up and down with too much energy, awaiting the print out. Just as I thought, I cringed at the sound of our printer booting up. I hated the noise. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. “It’s the end of the world as we know it.” Riss murmured with another loud, exaggerated sigh. “And we’re stuck in paradise.”
Refusing to lift my head from my pillow despite the heat, I scoffed into the material. “Stop saying that.”
“Stop saying what?”
“That it’s the end of the world.”
“I mean, it is. Certain events aside, have you seen the state of the ozone layer? Dude, we’re on a one way ticket to extinction.”
I really didn’t need Riss’s “comforting talks” right then. Her idea of reassuring was reminding me how many species were dying out.
“Uh-huh.” I said, cutting into her slightly manic polar bear rant. “Can we talk about something else.”
“But it’s true.” Riss chuckled. “The world is falling apart, and here we are trying to do the impossible.” She paused. “In one of the most beautiful places on the planet.” When I lifted my head to frown at her, my roommate was sprawled out on her bed, her ten page report awkwardly balanced on her chest. Riss’s eyes were somewhere else, delving into oblivion.
I couldn’t tell what she was feeling. She was smiling, but her eyes were sad. It had taken me a while, but eventually, after weeks and then months had gone by, I had gotten used to Professor Quincy’s research. It was hard to take in at first. Like, you have this huge secret and you can’t tell anyone—if you do you’re risking your own career. I imagined it as a neutron star collision going off in my head, an explosion of colours nobody else could see but us.
Locked away on this tiny island, we were the only ones who knew Quincy’s goal. There was one rule in the lab.
No emotions. We weren’t allowed to have emotions once stepping through the door. We had to stop being human for the sake of achieving successes and moving onto a different age. A better age. That’s what Quincy said, anyway. I wondered if Riss was thinking about the work we did earlier. She had broken down three times since starting, though she was getting better. Riss didn’t speak much after an awkward conversation we had about the end of the world, which bled into a conversation about The Walking Dead.
It fizzled out after I reminded her I was yet to finish it after dumping it halfway through season four. There’s not much to do in the dorm. I had my laptop and several dozen movies downloaded onto it, but I wasn’t in the mood to delve into fiction. I was falling asleep when our door flew open, and Riss almost catapulted her laptop across the room. My gaze flicked to the doorway, where Kaian stood, a scowl carved into his lips. It wasn’t unusual that my colleague was scowling or standing in our doorway. He was always the first one up on a morning, quick to wake everyone else up despite the sun not being up yet.
“Kaian?” Riss signed, her eyes glued to our damp-looking colleague. “What the hell?”
Looking at him, I could tell that Kaian wasn’t there willingly. His hair was a soaking mess plastered to his forehead, a plaid shirt clumsily buttoned over ratty shorts. He looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower. No, he didn’t just look like it.
I was sure Kaian had just gotten out of the shower. When he held up one hand, and started to furiously sign, the jingling noise brought my attention to the cuff attached to his left wrist. “Jem.” He signed his roommate’s name, and I resisted the urge to collapse back into bed. Nothing was good when Jem was involved. I loved my colleague, but the amount of stupid shit he had done since starting work on the island, he could make his own sitcom.
Riss groaned, shutting her laptop. She quickly signed, “What has he done now?”
Kaian’s expression twisted with fury. “What HASN’T he done?” He held up his wrist, signing manically. “He cuffed me to my bed!”
“Kinky.” I shot him a smile, and seeing his expression, I quickly regretted my words when his gaze flashed to a stuffed animal on the floor.
I had no doubt he wouldn’t aim for my face.
“What? Why did he cuff you your bed?” Riss was already pulling on her jacket. I jumped up too, slipping into my sandals.
“Rabbits.” Was all Kaian had to sign with wide eyes, before we were following him back down the dorm hallway, and down the stairs. I was practically falling over myself to keep up. Kaian ran in front, Riss stumbling beside him. If Jem was in the lab after hours, it wasn’t good. Ever since we made the switch from rats to rabbits, Jem had been very vocal that he was against it. But like Quincy said, we had to give up our humanity in that room. Our morals. Anything we thought, our opinions and emotions. We had to suppress it all.
Because once we started to give into them, our professor had proclaimed—that was when cracks would start to form. According to him, the first step in turning your back on science was giving into your humanity. I wasn’t quite there yet. It’s not like I didn’t have intrusive thoughts about saving the poor things, but Quincy had planted a very specific thought in our heads. If we rebelled, if we leaked information and went against him—our families were at risk of getting involved despite having nothing to do with it.
Jem had already submitted multiple complaints, and I didn’t blame him. But it’s not like we could all band together to stop Quincy’s experiments. Like I said, we were walking on eggshells around him and he was already a fairly paranoid man already. And morals and humanity aside, his work was pretty fucking incredible. Disgusting and inhumane? Yes, of course. But truly incredible. The lab was a five minute walk from the dorms. Riss was out of breath as we ran, and I glimpsed a full moon light up the darkening sky, illuminating oblivion in milky white light. “What I don’t understand,” she panted, “Is why cuff you to your bed?”
She turned to Kaian, who signed, “He knew I was going to tell someone. When I got out of the shower, he grabbed me and cuffed me to the frame.” The boy scowled. “I’m going to kill him.” By the time the three of us were throwing ourselves through the doors of the lab, pressing our identity badges over the mechanical lock, I was sweating. Bad. I think all three of us wanted to collectively murder our colleague. The lab was usually out of bounds after work hours, but sometimes Professor Quincy made exceptions if we needed to finish reports or collect data.
Riss was stabbing in the eight digit code to get into Quincy’s office, and I was struggling to catch my breath, keeled over with my hands on my knees. The building was usually lit up, even at night. I had spent countless after work hours typing up research reports and listening to music, comforted by the warm glow from the lights overhead. But that wasn’t the case on that particular night. A coil of dread began to unravel in my gut as we bound down the main hallway which was swamped in darkness. Riss made a joke about failed experiments lurking around us, and I elbowed her sharply in the gut.
Thankfully, Quincy’s main lab was lit up. When the door swung open with a loud beep, the three of us bound straight into a startled looking Jem—whose expression almost matched the ones of the dozen baby rabbits cradled to his chest. If Kaian resembled a Hollywood star, then this guy reminded me more of a punk kid—maybe a theatre kid too. Jem was the wildcard in our group. He wasn’t the smartest, and he struggled sometimes. But Quincy had admired the boy’s curiosity in his research. Jem’s hair was always a mess of dishevelled curls, and his outfit choices were… odd. For example, Jem had opted for wearing pajamas to his rabbit heist.It was almost like he had an epiphany in his sleep and hurricane thoughts had led him right to the lab.
For a moment, I was unsure whether to laugh or start yelling at him. Jem peeked at us under his hood, his eyes almost cartoonishly wide. Like he was a kid being caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. The subjects he was holding seemed to cling onto him, and I had a moment—just a moment—where I cracked slightly. Especially when the largest one’s tiny eyes found mine.
It was frightened, its claws digging into his sleeve. “I can explain.” Jem finally spluttered, pressing the rabbits closer to his chest. “This is animal abuse.” He said in a hiss. “You’re not really going to stand there and watch that bastard hurt these little guys, are you?” I was sure Jem was convinced he could get away with it by showing us the power of cuteness.
I can’t say it wasn’t working. God, the one in the middle with large floppy ears and a brown smudge on its fur was really looking at me.
Like it was staring into my soul.
Next to me, Kaian’s expression was easing a little. He leaned against the door with his arms folded.
“They’re kind of cute.” He signed, smiling for the first time since earlier that morning when Riss spilled orange juice all over herself.
“See?” Jem’s smile was soft, and he gestured to them. “Look at them! They’re adorable. I’m not going to let him hurt them.”
Riss, however, seemed unfazed. She took a step towards him, her eyes darkening. “Are you fucking insane?” she gritted out. “So, what, you want to let Quincy’s test subjects go?”
Jem’s lip curled. “He’s got rats. I’m sure he’ll be fine.” He backed away, clutching the rabbits tighter to his chest. “You’ve seen what he’s done to them,” he whispered—and his gaze flicked to me, and then Kaian. “What WE have done to them. It’s not fair. They’re living creatures, and we’re… we’re hurting them.”
This was what I was afraid of. Ever since the six of us started on the island, and Quincy’s lecture on suppressing our humanity for the sake of science, I knew one of us was going to break when we saw what exactly he was doing to his subjects.
I’m not going to go into detail, because again, I am already putting myself at risk by writing this. But I will say that Quincy’s experiments weren’t.. normal. I’ve already told you they were inhumane and immoral.
But it didn’t end there. You see, our professor was sure—positive that he could ignite a certain part of the human brain with simple stimulation, a hell of a lot of drugs, and psychological tactics. He believed he could find that missing part that is missing in all of us which stops us from being the apex predator.
Abilities way beyond our comprehension.
Professor Quincy had been working his whole life to create a serum which would hack into the mind, and switch on that part of us we cannot find on our own. Rats didn’t give him the right results, so we moved onto rabbits.
So far, I had witnessed a rabbit which could teleport from one cage to the other, after several surgeries, serum injections directly into its brain.
I thought it was impossible, and yet somehow I was watching it with my own eyes. A living thing disappearing in one place and reappearing in its cage. Through research, we had come to realise the cage was the rabbit’s safe place. Whatever ability it had (and there were many), it would always return to its cage, no matter where we placed them. The serum wasn’t perfect, however. I had witnessed a rabbit interfere with the electronics in the lab, playing with the lights, before exploding into large fleshy chunks painting the metal prongs of its cage a startling gory red.
The rabbit’s in Jem’s arms were our only proof that the serum worked. They were our last surviving four. Subjects 2, 6, 10, and 15. I have to admit, subject 15 freaked me out. Fifteen’s ability was not yet known, but Kaian was sure that it was developing heightened intelligence. I didn’t know much about Fifteen, but from what I did know, there was no fucking way we could let Jem let the little guy run free.
Knowing what they were capable of, and what we could possibly lose if my colleague got his own way, snapped me out of my, “Aww they’re so cute,” trance. I stepped forward, cringing when I glimpsed remnants of the metal headset which had been drilled into Six’s skull.
“Give them here.” I said, and when Jem started to shake his head, I snapped. “Do you want to get fired?”
He wasn’t letting up. “They’re living things, Wren!”
I nodded, trying to keep my cool. “They are.” I said. “But they’re also valuable subjects—one of which can fucking teleport. I wouldn’t exactly say they’re normal rabbits.” I held my breath. “Look.” I gave up acting like I knew what the fuck I was talking about. “I don’t like it either, okay? It’s disgusting and immoral, and findings and psychokinetic abilities aside, I would be totally on your side if we didn’t have results.”
“But we do have results.” Kaian signed. He seemed to have snapped out of it too. “Give them back, Jem. They’re research subjects.”
“They’re rabbits! Have you guys lost your minds?”
“Yes.” Kaian signed. “It’s part of the job description, asshole.”
“You have a dog!” Jem shot back in a manic hiss. His expression was feral. I had never seen that kind of desperation, almost unbridled lucidity let loose. “It’s no different to your dog, right? Would you seriously put him through this? Would you stick a needle inside his skull?”
Kaian didn’t reply, his jaw clenching.
“No. You wouldn’t. So, why these guys, huh? Why are you willing to be cruel for the sake of science for these guys, but you wouldn’t fucking dream of doing this to your pets?” Jem took another shaky step back, so I figured hitting him with the hard truth would snap him out of it.
“It’s not the same,” Kaian seemed to be struggling, his hands trembling as he signed. “It’s… it’s different—”
“What’s different?” Jem demanded. “There’s no difference! If it were a rat I would feel the same way! We’re hurting living animals.”
“Your dad,” I said quickly, “Do you want to drag him into this?”
“Again.” Kaian started to sign, Riss elbowing him to shut up. It was no secret Jem and his father had been under fire back home after discovering a document he shouldn’t have. All he did was read it. According to the boy himself, he had the Men In Black In Black trying to crash through his door at 4am. Jem was lucky Professor Quincy decided to use his curiosity as a tool instead of sending his family to jail.
Jem blinked, like he was waking from a trance. “No.” He said, quickly, his resolve crumbling. My colleague allowed Kaian and Riss to take the subjects and put them back in their cages. I expected him to fight back, but the guy seemed weirdly fine with us taking the rabbits back, stumbling away from them like they were contagious.
With all subjects accounted for, we headed back to the dorms and ate dinner—and I remember running my hands through Jem’s hair, a little bit drunk on cocktails, and promising him that once Professor Quincy was finished with his research, he would let the rabbits go. I wasn’t completely sure of this myself, and it was just a friendly lie to make him feel better, considering he’d been acting weird all night. I had been lazily sipping water to sober myself up when the thought hit me.
It didn’t really make an impact, more of a passing thought. Did subject Fifteen have any influence over Jem’s mind?
Fifteen had already proved it could type a single sentence on a keyboard and tap on a tablet screen to identify certain fruits.
Was it possible that it had developed the ability to influence the brain? I wasn’t sure I wanted an answer to that. Anyway, we all headed to bed, and I made Jem promise he wouldn’t do something like that again. I still remember the way he’d looked at me, slightly confused, mouth open, like he had no idea what I was talking about. I figured he was just tipsy, and after frowning at me for way longer than necessary, Jem saluted me with a “Yeah, course I promise.”
Yeah, that promise lasted maybe six fucking hours.
I was spooning dry cereal in my mouth the next morning, trying to ignore the news bulletin on the TV, when we got the first call. Jem had broken into the lab two hours ago, and let the subjects run free. By the time I’d thrown myself into the lab, barely dressed, the others were already getting screamed at—and I mean SCREAMED at by Quincy. I glimpsed my colleagues through the glass window as I threw myself into a run towards the lab. It looked like they had been dragged out of bed.
Riss was in her robe, Kaian and Jem half dressed. The three were sitting in the communal area looking like they wanted to sink into the earth, while Quincy’s voice reverberated back down the hallway.
When I stepped through automatic doors, our professor turned to me, his expression thunderous. “Wren!” He passive aggressively gestured to the others. “Why don’t you take a seat, hm?” His British accent was easy to tolerate usually, but that morning he sounded like a fucking Bond villain. I nodded and practically dived next to Riss, who looked like she was ten seconds from wrapping her hands around Jem’s neck. Kaian was glaring at his lap, ignoring the professor’s ASL, and Jem looked—well, he looked kind of confused.
“You’re late.” Quincy turned his piercing gaze to me.
“I’m five minutes early, Professor Quincy.” I said, glancing at the clock to make sure I was right.
The man didn’t respond, turning back to Jem. “As I was saying, I was just letting your colleague know that he has thrown quite a wrench in our plans. But no matter, we can fix this.” He cleared his throat. “Mr Saeueng.” Professor Quincy nodded to Kaian. “There are several research subjects in storage that I have been saving for these kinds of emergencies, “ He said. “Please retrieve them so we can continue working on this project. And hurry up."
Kaian paled. For a moment I thought he was going to barf. “Professor Quincy,” he started to sign, before pausing, “You ordered me to dispose of them two weeks ago,” He shot me a look, and I remembered the two of us loading a cage full of rats into a truck. “We don’t have them.”
The professor’s expression contorted, and he smiled. He… smiled. Like he thought it was funny. “Right.” He said in a breath. “You’re telling me,” He lifted his arm like he was going to strike each of us. And I sensed the four of us collectively wince. “You’re all telling me—all four of you, that our current research subjects are nowhere to be seen, our backup subjects have been disposed of, and I am supposed to be doing a presentation next week?"
His voice cracked. “Next week!” He repeated, beginning to pace, and I was starting to regret choosing my curiosity over my wellbeing. Sure, psychokinetic abilities are cool, right? Cracking open the human brain and discovering something magical, something out of this world, was a dream come true. We were witnessing history being made. What could fundamentally change the world.
But I was sitting inside a lab with a man who was clearly unhinged, thousands of miles from home, and no guarantee I would ever return home. A shiver slid down my spine when our professor stopped pacing up and down, and something seemed to light up in his eyes.
I saw it. Something in his brain… snapped. It was like seeing a real-life light bulb moment. “We’re okay.” He said, after a moment of silence. Quincy seemed to gather himself. “You’re dismissed. I will.. I will get my hands on new research subjects, do not worry about that.” His smile was far too big, and I nodded, relieved, and jumped to my feet, eager to make a quick getaway.
Jem stood up, grabbing his bag. “Will we have time?” He asked. “I mean… the presentation is next week, and we need to start over.”
“That’s right,” Riss was frowning. “Professor, where exactly are you going to get new subjects? Didn’t the college stop funding the project?”
“Hm? Oh, I have subjects,” he chuckled. “I have always had subjects, don’t worry. They have always been my last resort.”
I nodded. “So, do you have spare rats?”
“Makes sense.” Kaian signed. “I bet he has a secret batch somewhere.”
“Precisely, Kaian.” Professor Quincy nodded, a wide smile splitting his lips apart.
“So, rats?” I pressed. He still was yet to answer my question and I was growing anxious of what these subjects were.
It must have been rabbits, surely. Rabbits were our best shot at getting results. Rats worked well, I guessed. But not as good as rabbits.
He caught my eye, and something cold slipped down my spine when the man’s grin didn’t waver. “You could say they’re rats.” He seemed to be drinking me in, his gaze flicking up and down, from my head to my toes. “And don’t worry. They will be ready for the presentation. I will make sure."
“Well, that’s great.” Jem’s expression brightened. “So, we didn’t have to use rabbits after all, huh? Who would have thought.”
To my surprise, the professor was in unusually high spirits. After a lecture repeating his insistence that we had to supress our humanity for the sake of science (which was mostly aimed at Jem) He flocked to his desk, sorting through paperwork, and leaving the room several times to take part in phone calls. He must have really been pushing to get new living materials. I noticed his hands were quivering. Was it fear?
Without a word, Quincy left the lab with an armful of paperwork. When Riss asked what we were supposed to do, he told us to stay exactly where we were, while he retrieved new research materials. Great.
With the professor gone, it didn’t take long before Riss was trying to strangle Jem, acting like it was playful, but the look in her eyes definitely had a more nefarious intent.
Kaian, being the smartass of our group, was already sorting through our day’s work, as if we hadn’t just lost our subjects. The lab was pretty much our playground (The professor’s words, not mine) but there was a specific room which was out of bounds. Quincy called it the FAIL room, where all of his failed experiments were. Living or dead, or preserved in some weird solution, the exact reason I was convinced he was unhinged, was in that room. I didn’t realise it was unlocked, until a crashing sound sent me jumping up from my chair, my heart catapulting into my throat.
Jem and Riss looked up from their work, and I noticed Kaian’s seat was empty.
“That sounded ominous.” Jem shot me a look. “Did he…”
“He didn’t.” I muttered, my gaze flicking to the other side of the room, where, to my surprise, the room which had always been out of bounds, was in fact open. Before I could hesitate or think of the consequences, I hurried to the door, coming to a grinding halt on the threshold.
I was aware of my colleague’s shadow several feet away from me. I was aware of the petrified look of fright carved into his face, and his eyes, wide, like he was staring into oblivion. Like the darkness had already taken him.
Instead of finding Kaian, I was seeing what I can only describe as several lumps piled on top of each other. When I got closer, forcing my feet into submission, those lumps bled into very human-like figures wrapped in see-through plastic. For a disorienting second, while my head spun around and around, a slithery paste crawling up my throat, I saw them as nothing but lumps of naked flesh bulging through plastic.
But then I was recognising faces, faces I knew--faces which had been mutilated, stained a startling scarlet like they had been dipped in the reddest paint available. I knew the first lump. Sara. She went home two weeks earlier due to illness. The following fleshy lump with its face ripped off, which I could no longer call human, was Thomas. He too went home for a family emergency and never came back.
Quincy said they had both requested to leave. He said they would miss us, but it was too much. Seeing what we were doing was too much for them. They couldn’t suppress their emotions. Sara and Thomas had never left. They never went home—they were right in front of me, reduced to chunks of flesh and bodily organs.
There was a white strip of paper attached to both of them, a single word written in bold lettering.
That word sent my stomach heaving, my feet stumbling back, and my body erupting into fight or flight.
Kaian twisted around, his face illuminated in dim light flickering from a bulb above.
“Out.” He signed, and it was the desperation in his eyes, the heaving breaths struggling from his lips, which got me moving. I was pressing my hand over my mouth, muffling a sharp scream ripping from my throat, when Kaian grabbed my arm and dragged me back. I was barely conscious of getting out of that room before the alarms started, sending me to my knees.
“What the hell is that?” Riss was next to me, her voice shrill.
Jem had his hands planted over his ears, his hand wrapped around a hysterical Kaian. “Wren, what is it? What’s in there?”
I couldn’t reply. Instead of trying to speak or explain, I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door. Kaian and Jem were already on the hallway, and I was barely slipping back through the automatic doors, before they slammed shut, and a familiar voice crackled over the speakers. “Stay where you are.” Professor Quincy said. “We will be returning to work very soon. By the grace of god, I have found subjects.”
My blood ran ice-cold in my veins.
He was talking about us.
"What the fuck?!" Jem yelled. "What are you talking about?"
I didn’t think. I just ran. And sprinting down that hallway, which was familiar, which had always felt like a second home to me, I had no idea it would become my prison.
It would become the very hallway I would wish to die on.
The hallway I would be dragged down, day after day, while my mind was picked apart.
Ahead of us, the doors were shutting, red lights bathing our faces. I remember how scared they were. Jem, who reached the exit doors, slamming his fists into the glass. Riss, trying to override the mechanical lock. Kaian, who had given up, dropped onto his knees, and pulled them to his chest. When gas filled the air, I was still trying to get through the door. Riss had forced Kaian to his feet, and Jem was trying to find any weapon in his vicinity.
But there were no weapons. There was just the four of us against a gas which was quickly disorienting us. When black spots started to dance across my vision, and Jem’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body dropping to the floor, I was thinking about Subject Fifteen. I was thinking about its beady eyes when I bit my lip and drilled into its tiny skull under my professor’s gaze. Riss dropped next.
Then Kaian.
I was quickly losing consciousness, my clammy head pressed against glass, clawing at the lock, when the thought hit me.
We deserved it.
For what we had done to those rabbits, playing god, and trying to turn them into something they weren’t—we deserved it.
Whatever my professor was planning to do to us, I had an inkling it would be far worse than what the rabbits had endured. We were going to suffer, I thought dizzily.
For science.
And I can tell you, three years later, as I currently share a hotel room with three murderers, my past self was fucking right.
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2023.02.02 21:59 TrixieBiscuits [H] [US] [Area 52] 18+ Recruiting for Casual AOTC-focused Heroic Raiding (Tue/Fri/Sat or Wed/Thu)

***While we accept everyone into our Casual Gaming family and all members are welcome to sign up for raiding once they meet requirements, our Weds/Thurs teams are currently specifically seeking heals, ranged DPS, DKs, and Warriors for Heroic progression.***
Have you been searching for a guild that feels like home, has a sense of community, and can make friendships that last? Are you searching for a guild that knows what it's like to be a parent, a working adult, or just busy in real life but still enjoy playing video games in your free time? If you answered yes, then Evolved Gaming will be perfect for you! We understand that real life comes first, but it’s nice to have that online family and community to come home to in your free time.
Evolved is a guild / gaming community created to provide a drama free, family oriented, and people focused environment for mature (18+) gamers who wish to play online without the antics often found in MMO games. We believe that the person behind the keyboard is more important than the pixels on the screen and that everyone should have the opportunity to play without fear of being harassed, heckled, or abused.
Evolved originally started in World of Warcraft when a group of players who had been together for years decided to set out and create their own gaming community that truly felt like home. We wanted a place where players could have a fun time in a relaxed casual atmosphere but still be able to have a sense of accomplishment as a guild. Evolved was created to give its members a place to play various games together while being able to stay together in a community.
We wanted a place where brand new as well as experienced players can feel welcome and feel like they belong. Our goal as a guild in any game we play is to experience as much of the content together as possible - from leveling and exploring the zones, to dungeons, end-game raids, or guild pvp.
The great part about our community is you don't have to do Dungeons or Raiding to be a part of it. Evolved is a place where you can come to game, hang out with friends, and just have fun!
Dungeons are a huge part of the game from learning a new dungeon at the start of an expansion to pushing keys with a group of friends. There is always lots of fun to be had and we could always use more to do just that, have some fun while making new friends along the way. Some people do low keys and some people do high keys but I'm sure in our community you can find members that fit your play style.
We run regular Mythic Mingle nights several times per month (most Mondays and Wednesdays). These are low-pressure social events intended to get to know guildmates you might not usually play with and have some fun running some keys together.
Raid Information
FOR EVOLVED!!! Evolved is a community of like-minded people that want to hang out and be social while having a good time. Regardless of if you play Horde (Area 52) or Alliance (Proudmoore), we are one guild under the umbrella.
All raids run from 9-11pm EST (6-8 PST), and we have multiple raid groups scheduled:
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  • Sunday Open Raid - All Members welcome (must meet our Normal difficulty raiding requirements).
Cross-Faction Gaming
We are proud to have both Horde (Area 52) and Alliance (Proudmoore) guilds that raid and run dungeons together. We ask that all our members join our cross-faction community so that they can reach both halves of the guild - it makes raiding, grouping up for M+, and socializing a lot easier!
  • Mythic Mingle social nights (most Mondays and Wednesdays)
  • Two Heroic raid options - Tue/Fri/Sat or Wed/Thu
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How to Join Our Gaming Community
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Evolved Gaming is focused on building connections and friendships that grow not just in one game, but can evolve and span across many games and communities. Our players want more than just a bunch of random people to join them in games, but people who actually care and want to be there. We would love to have you be part of our community!
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2023.02.02 21:55 sharki-byte I’ve never seen this, is this a good deal? This store usually prices stuff very low.

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2023.02.02 21:45 rm-minus-r A detailed step by step guide to making knives

I wrote up a few lengthy comments on how to make knives and someone pointed out that it'd make a good post, so here we go!
Knifemaking at the artisan scale (vs. mass produced) has been going through a really great revival lately. The options and materials that are available for a knifemaker now are better than they've ever been at any point in history to date. And the internet has really helped spread critical knowledge about how to make a good knife.
There's two main ways of making a knife - forging and stock removal.
You take the following steps to forge a knife:
This will get you a quick and rudimentary knife, although forging and hammer control are things that take years to learn properly, so there's a step learning curve if you care a lot about how good the result looks.
Now to cover stock removal!
Forging is great and fun, but once you start going down that path, you realize the costs add up quickly.
  • To really heat up your knife blank properly to the point where you can easily move the metal around with a hammer takes a great deal of heat. A two brick forge won't be able to supply that much heat.
    • Coal isn't readily available, portable coal forges are a bit of a pain to work with and a proper coal forge takes up a good deal of room and needs really good ventilation. Plus coal is dirty as all get out. You will get coal dust everywhere and it will get all over you. It does not come out of clothes very easily at all.
    • So you want a gas forge. Much cleaner, more compact, propane cylinders are plentiful and cheap to refill. Oh. Wait. Gas forges are really expensive! A decent one is $1,000. You can build your own for less, but how efficient it will be and how evenly it will heat the blade is a toss up. The money saved might not make the loss of time spent in building and testing worth it.
  • A chunk of railroad track can work in a pinch, but you will rapidly discover its shortcomings and find yourself wanting a real anvil. Finding a used one that isn't beat to hell and back is difficult, mostly because collecting anvils has become trendy 🙄, driving up the price and greatly reducing availability. Expect to pay around $5 a pound currently if you can find a decent one, and 130 pounds and up is what you'll want. $650 for an anvil?! It still beats buying one new for $2,500. Don't be mislead by cheap anvil shaped objects, lest you waste your time and money.
  • Hammer skills. Once you acquire a decent gas forge and anvil, you'll start hammering away at hot metal and finding out that getting good looking results is extremely difficult. The amount of manual dexterity and skill required to make something look good is extremely large and can take multiple years to build.
  • Limited subset of metals that can be forged. There's a lot of really fantastic knife steels out there. CPM S35VN is really awesome looking! Oh, wait, it's not a steel that can be forged. You'll find out that the majority of high performance steels aren't suitable for forging. It's like being the kid that only gets red and orange paint while everyone else has every color of paint out there.
  • Grinding, filing and sanding. So. Much. Sanding. Once you get something halfway decent, you'll find that you need to clean it up with a bunch of filing. Your hands will cramp up and it will take what feels like an eternity. And then comes the sanding to get a good surface finish. You will curse sandpaper after the first three or four hours straight of sanding. Why not use a power tool of some sort for all this grinding and sanding?
That takes us to stock removal, the other way of making knives. Stock removal is using a belt sander instead of a hammer and anvil to shape the metal into a knife. It has a lot of pros vs forging and a few cons.
  • Types of knife steel that can be used with stock removal. The sky is the limit! CPM S35VN! CPM-154! AEB-L! M4! Magnacut!
  • Ease of shaping. Using a belt grinder definitely takes a fair amount of manual dexterity to get good looking results, but I'd say it takes less time to learn vs hammer skills to get something that will impress other people.
  • No ventilation or expensive gas needed! You'll want to wear a respirator, as it generates a bunch of metal dust that is no bueno for your soft, pink lung tissue, but you won't have to go outside or build a hood and extractor setup or spend decent amounts of money on propane.
  • Precision. Forging is messy in terms of getting the metal to go where you want it to. It will bulge, curve and squish as you hammer it, making shaping difficult and time consuming. With a belt grinder, once you remove that metal, it's not going to affect anything around it. You can grind out exactly the shape you want. This is surprisingly critical.
  • Speed. Once you get past basic looking knives and want to do something fancy, forging becomes fairly time consuming, like trying to get somewhere quickly on a bicycle. Using a belt grinder is like going somewhere in a top speed dragster by comparison.
  • Grinder cost. You'll want to use 2"x72" size sanding belts, which are the standard for knife making. You can use smaller 1"x30" belt grinders, but they're more difficult to work with due to the size of your potential work area. 2x72 grinders aren't cheap. An inexpensive single speed grinder with motor runs around $800. It runs at one speed, and that speed is "too fast". You'll rapidly find out you need a variable speed grinder. And one that allows for various attachments and grinding positions. And one with a bigger motor, as you'll bog down a 1 HP motor far too easily. Oh, wait, now you're spending around $4,000 for a good one!
  • Cost of sanding belts. You'll rapidly find out that inexpensive aluminum oxide sanding belts wear out very quickly when grinding steel. They're decent for shaping handles, but you'll really want ceramic belts. Expect to pay around $10 per ceramic belt. When you're first starting out, you will go through a lot of belts in the process of making a knife. Four or more, easily. Before you know it, you've spent $40 to $80 in sanding belts alone for a single knife!
  • Metal dust. So much metal dust. It gets everywhere. You can't use dust extractors that are suitable for woodworking shops, due to hot sparks and the potential for fires. A five gallon bucket of water on the floor directly under your grinder helps take care of the hot spark issue, but the dust still gets in the air and coats everything. Metal dust sucks. Hope you didn't have anything in your garage that you wanted to keep clean!
    • A respirator is an absolute must. Your lungs are soft and pink, and react very badly to metal dust. Unless you want lifelong health problems, you'll be wearing a somewhat uncomfortable respirator the entire time you're using the grinder.
  • Noise. A hammer hitting something on an anvil is quite loud, you should be wearing hearing protection. With a grinder though, between the motor and the belt noise, you will have to wear hearing protection if you don't want to go deaf very rapidly.
  • Heat treating. With forging, you have a gas forge you can use for simple heat treating. But those fancy knife steels you can now use since you're going the stock removal route? They all have complex heat treating requirements where you need to keep it within a few degrees of a certain temperature for a very specific amount of time. This is far beyond what you could do by hand with a gas forge. You can send your blades out for heat treating, and it's not horrible at $36 a knife blade, but it's not great either. And you lose so much time in the process of shipping it out and waiting for it to come back that correcting any mistakes can rapidly become very, very time consuming. Want to make a knife for someone on a short timeline? Good luck!
    • So you'll really, really want your own digitally controlled knife kiln. Be prepared to spend $1,500 to $2,000 for a good one. You can build your own more cheaply, but that has its own share of drawbacks.
Stock removal is considerably more expensive than forging. You'll be able to work faster, more precisely and use any knifemaking steel under the sun, but if you have an average income, you will find the cost a bit on the painful side.
What steps do you take to actually make the knife though?
Roughly speaking, the steps to make a knife via stock removal are extremely similar to the ones you'll take when going the forging route.
  • Sketch out your blade design, put it on paper, glue it to some properly sized metal stock.
  • Drill holes for the handle pins.
  • Cut out the outer profile of the knife with an angle grinder or portaband metal saw.
    • A portaband saw and stand will make this job a lot easier and not overheat your steel , but you're looking at nearly $500 for that.
    • Angle grinders generate a great amount of heat, causing your steel to harden around the edges, and require an extra annealing heat treating step you might otherwise not need. And creating precise cuts is difficult. Forget about making cuts that are anything other than a straight line.
  • Use your belt grinder to shape the bevels and other areas as needed.
  • Turn on your knifemaking kiln and heat treat the blade, or send it out for heat treating.
  • Grind your edge close to its final dimensions.
  • Sand, sand, sand to get a good surface finish. A belt grinder can make this quicker, but you will need to hand sand towards the end, and you'll spend an unpleasant amount of time doing so.
  • Drill holes in your knife handle slabs.
  • Shape your knife handle slabs to the rough outline they need to be.
  • Use epoxy to glue up the slabs and put your pins in.
  • Once the epoxy has cured for about a day (if you're using the nice slow cure stuff), come back and use your belt grinder to shape the handle. Be ecstatic that you have a belt grinder, because you can do this so much faster and more precisely than you could before with hand tools!
  • Sharpen the edge of your knife. You can do this by hand with some diamond stones or nice water stones, but a sharpening jig will give you a far sharper and more precise edge, with far better performance. You can achieve close to the same results sharpening by hand, but it requires a lot of manual dexterity and has a steep learning curve.
If you've gotten to the end of this post, congrats! I'm happy to answer any questions about knifemaking that you are curious about!
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2023.02.02 21:38 nevermind1123 Life's Tangled Skeins - Part 26


It was good to be back into the Photic. Especially after everything that had happened. Emily had spent a few hours lying in bed in her quarters, trying and failing to fall asleep. Thus far, there hadn’t been much success. Her mind kept returning to unpleasant things.
The memories were bad enough, even if they could’ve been considerably worse. She still felt a little sick, whenever such thoughts came unbidden into her mind. More troubling were the questions that had started to surface.
Given how invasive the cranial implants were, had the intruders on the ship been acting of their own free will? Had her crewmates murdered a handful of innocent puppets? Then again, would such deaths be a mercy, releasing them from a fate that might be worse than death?
Such questions were more than sufficient to keep her thoroughly awake. At least she was back in the Photic now. It was comforting enough to be moving swiftly away from Evenhope, presumably never to return. The faint glow of the limited Photic radiation brought a unique sort of solace as well. Such comforts made things bearable, even if they weren’t enough to chase certain lingering thoughts away.
Increasingly, a specific thought had started to assert itself rather plainly. She didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts any more. Sure, she might be at a bit of a loss for what to say to others in the crew, but that didn’t matter. The need for company was enough to get her out of bed and more or less dressed, and propel her into the hallway.
When she wandered into the lounge, it was something of a relief to see Brick sitting there, apparently by himself. No great surprise, when she thought about it. Lily was busy with navigation. Ledger would be going through a rather large number of legal procedures dealing with the fallout of recent events. Ink and the captain were likely keeping busy with shared piloting duties. As for Patchwork, she could be anywhere in the labyrinthine passages between the rooms.
Brick looked over at her with a slight smile. “Freckles,” he said in a welcoming tone of voice.
“Hey,” she answered rather weakly.
“Looks like you’re still a little worse for wear.”
“Yeah,” she murmured in answer. “Still trying to sort all this out.”
“Anything I might do to help?”
She sighed, wandering over to the nearest couch and all but collapsing into it. “Probably should talk over what happened at some point, but not sure just how. I’m tired, Brick. Tired of thinking about recent events.”
He nodded sagely. “I won’t keep you on the subject long, then, but I’ll say this much. Any of us here is more than willing to listen, whenever you need to talk about it all. Whether that’s now, or some other time.”
“Thanks,” she sighed, trying her best to smile. “Mind if I ask a silly question?”
“Go right ahead.”
“Has anyone, like maybe Ink, or Lily, said anything about me?”
Brick thought for a few moments before answering. “Haven’t heard much, but from what little I did hear, they’re both sorry about what you had to see. Thing is, most wights aren’t as bothered about death as a lot of variants. Just, doesn’t instinctively turn their stomachs like it does for some people. Part of why they tend to be so formal and careful with outsiders.”
“Pretty much. All the more need for rules, when one is more easily able to do harm.”
“What about Ink?”
A sad little smile flickered over his face. “She’s got a history. We all do, on the Perchance. Part of why we’re here, and not somewhere else.”
Emily looked down at nothing in particular, letting out a small sigh. “I want to talk to them, but not sure what I’d say. I mean, they didn’t do anything to hurt me. If anything, it was the opposite.”
“But, you saw a side of them you maybe weren’t ready to see.”
“Yeah, exactly.” She felt a small, bitter laugh escape. “Here I said I didn’t want to think about all this for a while. Feels a bit better to talk, though.”
“Probably help if you talk with them, when you’re ready. In the meantime, you want to continue on with this conversation, or would you rather switch to something else?”
“I think, something else for now, at least.”
“Anything much in mind?”
She pondered briefly before nodding with a weak smile. “Scrimshaw, he mentioned you’d be the one to talk to about, whatever that was that made those two appear out of nowhere like that. Well, you or Patchwork.” She leaned back and closed her eyes. “Since you’re here, though.”
There was a slight creak as a small door opened in the wall. “Either of us,” Patchwork observed, “though both might be better. Hope you don’t mind a story.”
Emily felt a halfhearted little laugh slip out. “Sure, why not?”
There was a small impact on the deck, followed by a series of rapid footsteps. Then a slight whispering sibilance. When Emily glanced up, she saw Patchwork seated on the back of the couch right beside Brick’s shoulder. The two of them appeared to be talking quietly together. She closed her eyes again.
“Not sure quite where to start,” Brick offered.
Emily chuckled softly. “I’m scattered enough right now, I probably won’t notice if you start badly.”
“Well,” said Patchwork, “one might say it started with a bit of unconventional research.”
“Doesn’t narrow it down much,” Emily noted.
“True,” Brick replied, sounding rather amused. “This particular research was focused on the creation of a personal spatial confinement field.”
“Like the ones around ships for photic travel?”
“Essentially,” he responded.
“Wait,” Emily muttered. “Wouldn’t that require a bit too much hardware for one person to carry around?”
“Thus the unconventional nature of the research,” Patchwork noted rather dryly.
Emily shrugged absently, closing her eyes again. “So who was conducting this research?”
“We were,” Patchwork responded.
“I was the theoretician,” Brick added, “While Patchwork was the technician.”
This was enough to make Emily open one eye halfway in a sidelong glance. The two of them seemed entirely serious.
“So,” she murmured, closing her eye again, “Scrimshaw wasn’t pulling my leg. Ink turns out to have a background as an assassin. You two were professional researchers. At this rate, I won’t be surprised if Ledger used to be a death metal singer, while Lily used to be an exotic dancer.”
Both Patchwork and Brick dissolved into sudden laughter at this. It took a few moments for either of them to regain their composure.
“Far as I know,” said Brick, “neither of them were thus employed.”
“Any reason you’d think they were?” Patchwork asked.
Emily smirked as she shook her head. “Just leaning into the absurdity a little. Anyways, I guess you two were trying to make sort of a safety feature for photic travel?”
“In essence,” the ogre answered. “There was the possible application of an emergency system to prevent a person from getting smeared across higher dimensions, in the event of a field collapse. There was also the hope that, eventually, people might be able to explore the Photic directly.”
“Hopefully with a protective suit of some sort,” Patchwork added. “That would’ve come next. However, the early prototypes ended up turning the research in an unexpected direction.”
“Yes, in spite of Patchwork’s considerable fabrication skill, the personal field emitter wasn’t nearly powerful enough to maintain cohesion in extraspatial conditions. It was able to partially isolate a subject from the surrounding space, though.”
“Not sure what that would accomplish,” Emily quietly observed. “I mean, you can’t go out into the Photic, and the Aphotic would be out of the question as well. So, that just leaves conventional space. One thin little layer of reality wedged between the two big bottomless oceans. Then again, I guess Scrimshaw did mention parallel layers alongside one another?”
This drew a sly chuckle from Patchwork. “Far as most folks know, there’s just the one layer. Conventional wisdom, which we believed as well, at first. Trouble is, once partially isolated from normal space, we, or rather I, noticed something odd.”
“Like the captain mentioned,” said Brick, “there isn’t just one layer of normal space.”
This opened both of Emily’s eyes, and she sat up a little straighter. “So how many are there?”
Patchwork was grinning widely. “In fact, as it turned out, there are five.”
“Wait, if ships have been entering and leaving the Photic for thousands of years, why did nobody notice this?”
“That would take a bit of explaining,” Brick answered, his brow creasing slightly. “What we know as normal space is more or less the ground state of space. It’s, like the lowest energy electron orbital in an atom. A sort of default for things to end up at, when they enter normal space.”
Patchwork nodded. “And since the five layers are infinitesimally thin along higher dimensions, and stacked up side by side, they go unnoticed as you pass through them.”
Brick shook his head. “Not technically even stacked side by side. They’re more like facets of the same space.”
The gnome smirked a bit, letting out a small sigh. “That only further emphasizes my point.”
Emily cleared her throat softly. “So, how are they linked? And why only five, for that matter?”
Brick thought a little while, then nodded slightly to himself. “If you don’t mind a tortured metaphor, I could try and explain maybe.”
“Torture away,” Emily responded with a welcoming sort of gesture. “Gives me something to distract my mind with, if nothing else.”
The big man smiled a bit crookedly. “You familiar with the five regular polyhedra?”
“Not, really?”
“Five basic shapes, made up of symmetrical polygon faces arranged into three-dimensional solids.”
Emily thought a moment or two, then smiled faintly. “Sounds like you might be talking about the Platonic solids. Would one of them be a cube?”
He shrugged. “That would be the familiar one for most, yes. Sometimes also called a hexahedron.”
“Right,” she answered, thinking for a few moments. “Five of these possible shapes, five layers of space. Coincidental, I suppose?”
“That or, equivalent,” he responded somewhat uneasily. “The mathematics are rather arcane for the real thing, but the basics of these shapes stand in well enough. Do you know why there are only those five?”
“Thought there were quite a few more polyhedra.”
“There are,” said Patchwork, “but these five are the only ones that have radially symmetrical polygons with straight edges, all of the same type and dimension for a given polyhedron.”
Emily nodded slowly. “Okay, fine, let’s just go with it. Why only five, then?”
“It has to do with the rules that generate them,” Brick responded. “Starting with the simplest option, the tetrahedron. The rule here is three equilateral triangles sharing a common vertex. You set that as the rule for every vertex, you’ll always get a tetrahedron. Four triangular faces enclosing a bit of space.”
“With you so far.”
“From here,” he continued, “there are two ways you can go. Either you increase the number of triangles sharing a vertex, or you increase the number of sides per polygon.”
“First option, then?” Emily ventured with a slight shrug.
“Alright, four triangles sharing a vertex will get you an octahedron. Five sharing a vertex gets you an icosahedron.” He grinned rather sharply. “But what happens if you force six equilateral triangles onto the same vertex? Keep in mind, each of these has an angle of sixty degrees.”
“Six by sixty,” Emily murmured. “three hundred and sixty.” A couple of seconds passed before the answer hit her. “An infinite plane made up of connected triangles?”
“Exactly,” Brick responded with an approving sort of smile. “Now going the other way, if you join up squares three to a vertex, you get a cube. Doing the same with pentagons gets you a dodecahedron. So what do you suppose you get trying to join hexagons three to a vertex?”
Emily smirked. “Same thing. Thrice one hundred and twenty degrees. An infinite plane of joined up hexagons.”
Brick nodded. “Which is why there are only five of these shapes in standard three-dimensional space. So now to the metaphor, the space we commonly occupy is a little like a tetrahedron. The simplest shape.”
“Also, its own mirror image,” Patchwork added.
“Mirror image?” asked Emily.
“In a manner of speaking,” the ogre responded. “Consider a cube for a moment. It’s probably the easiest shape for most people to picture. If you were to take the middle of each of the six squares and turn it into a point, and take the eight corners of a cube and make them the middle of eight triangles, you’d have an octahedron. The two shapes are equivalent forms.”
“Or mirror images,” Emily noted.
“Right. Same thing with an icosahedron or a dodecahedron. They’re equivalents to each other.”
“I suppose an infinite plane of triangles and an infinite plane of hexagons would also be equivalents.”
“For all intents and purposes,” Brick responded. “It’s different with a tetrahedron, though. If you were to swap out the four points of a tetrahedron with the four centers of each triangular facet, you’d just get another tetrahedron.”
“Okay,” Emily muttered, “so put this little metaphor into focus for me.”
The big man gave an agreeable nod. “Very roughly speaking, normal space is like a tetrahedron. The Photic is like an infinite plane of triangles. The Aphotic, an infinite plane of hexagons. The four additional layers of space are like the four remaining regular polyhedra.”
“So what, something like a cube and a dodecahedron between normal space and the Aphotic, and something like an octahedron and an icosahedron between normal space and the Photic?”
“In essence,” he responded.
Emily leaned back again, closing her eyes. “You’re right. That is a tortured metaphor. Guess I get the point, though. So, the extra layers, are they something like a combination of normal space and the outer realms?”
“More or less,” Patchwork responded. “Using the polyhedral names, the octahedral layer is something like a hazy dream world version of normal space. It’s bright, and everything is a bit out of focus. Solid objects are still solid, though. You get up to the icosahedral layer, and it’s really blurry. You also are able to force your way through solid objects. Or, around them might be more accurate from a certain perspective.”
“What about things like breathing?” Emily asked suddenly. “Is there atmosphere there?”
“In the octahedral layer, yes. Icosahedral, not exactly, but you’re so close to the Photic at that point, your cellular metabolism can be directly sustained without any need for breathing.”
“Has to have side effects,” Emily murmured.
Patchwork smirked rather lopsidedly. “Possibly, but we were never able to stay in that layer longer than a few moments. Kept collapsing back into octahedral, and then eventually tetrahedral.”
“Not unlike an electron finding its lowest open orbital,” Brick added.
Emily nodded slightly. “So, what about the cube and dodecahedron layers?”
Patchwork shuddered slightly. “Think of a shadow of the world you know, and that’s pretty much the cube layer. The dodecahedron layer, I only visited once. Rather not say what sort of things I saw there.”
“Hang on,” Emily said suddenly. “You could see normal space from the two adjacent layers, right?”
“Yes, more or less,” the gnome answered.
“But you can’t see either of those layers from normal space.”
Brick shrugged. “You can’t see the Photic or the Aphotic from normal space either. Best theory we’ve got for now, the two sides cancel each other out when you’re right in the middle. Like two opposing waveforms overlapping.”
“Curiouser and curiouser,” Emily murmured.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Patchwork responded. “Told you how the research started, haven’t told you how it ended yet.”
“Haven’t even really heard the stuff in between yet,” Emily observed.
“Fair enough,” Brick sighed. “The short version, once the field emitter showed evidence of parallel space layers, we managed to sort out something a little like a sideways drive.”
Patchwork let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Yeah, though if a sideways drive was like a nuclear reactor, this little add-on was like a small campfire.”
The ogre nodded. “Much smaller, much less energy intensive. Especially when we managed to utilize a core of strange matter from the Photic.”
“Wait, what?” Emily asked rather flatly.
Patchwork waved her hand dismissively. “Another story entirely. Short version, we figured out how to collect some of that material the ships have to slip through during Photic travel. It’s a temperamental energy source, but reliable once you play by the rules. Biggest rule being, don’t get any significant amount of the stuff together in one spot, inside normal space.”
“What happens if you do that?” asked Emily.
“Something like radioactive material reaching critical mass,” Brick responded. “Only instead of an explosion, the stuff forcibly moves back into the Photic. Trouble is, it rips space apart on the way through, and it takes a little while for space to repair itself afterward.” He quickly shook his head. “The microquantities we use in the personal field emitter and micro sideways drive aren’t anything to worry about, though.”
“Right,” Emily murmured, feeling less than convinced. “So you rigged up a system allowing you to slip between the five layers. What happened next?”
Patchwork looked a little hesitant as she responded. “Before we could publish our findings, a number of strange things started happening around the facility. Files would go missing, reliable equipment suddenly broke. People started having nightmares.”
Brick nodded rather grimly. “One of our researchers, a wight like Lily, declared that we had angered the outer gods with our meddling. They left the facility and severed all ties. It wasn’t much later that things started getting truly bad.”
“The nightmares worsened. Then, one of our technicians just vanished entirely. Going through their personal effects, we found out they were planning on leaking our research to a company in the hopes of gaining a cut of the profits. After that, most of the remaining team left. Eventually, it was just down to the two of us.”
“That’s when we started finding the messages,” Brick continued with some hesitation.
“What sorts of messages?” Emily asked, uncertain as to whether she actually wanted an answer.
“Raised lettering on the walls,” Patchwork answered. “Scans showed the wall material had been distorted on a fundamental molecular level. It had been, twisted just enough to raise the letters noticeably out from the otherwise flat surface.”
Emily spoke in a voice grown rather quiet. “What did these letters say?”
“We didn’t know at first,” said Brick. “Then, we remembered the wight that had left us. A bit of searching through various databases revealed an antiquated form of script native to the wights. After using some translation software, we found just a handful of basic phrases repeated several times.”
Patchwork nodded grimly. “The first one we deciphered said something roughly like, ‘you may keep the knowledge you have earned.’ That was probably the least worrying one.”
“What about the rest?”
The gnome shuddered again. “Things along the lines of ‘do not share what you have learned,’ which might also be interpreted as don’t publish this research. There was also, ‘keep out of the dark layers.’ That wasn’t at all comforting.” She looked over at Brick. “Wasn’t much later this big lug decided to try and write a few messages in answer. It was easy enough to rig up a rather large wight-compatible screen on one of the walls.”
“The sort that can temporarily raise bits of the surface?” Emily asked.
“Exactly,” Brick replied. “I entered a message, and got an answer just a few seconds later on the same device. In a room that appeared to be entirely empty, apart from Patchwork and myself.”
“Must’ve been a tense conversation,” Emily noted.
“To put it mildly.” He glanced down, taking a small scrap of folded paper out of one of his pockets. “Thought you might ask about this, so I brought my little transcript of that conversation.”
“No electronic copies?” she asked, carefully taking the yellowed paper in hand.
“We didn’t dare,” Patchwork said quietly.
Emily unfolded the paper and saw quite a few lines written in standard Mid script. The handwriting was quite small and relatively neat. Patchwork’s penmanship, if she had to guess. There were two variations of script, presumably indicating the two sides of the conversation. She slowly began to read in silence.

“Are you willing to converse?”
“We are.”
“Can you clarify your statements?”
“We can.”
“Would you please do so?”
“Indicate which statements.”
“To begin with, you said we can keep the knowledge we have earned.”
“You found the knowledge of the hidden places. The two of you may continue to use the devices you have created to explore them, within limits.”
“What are the limits?”
“Stay out of the dark places.”
“Meaning do not explore the layers between central and Aphotic?”
“They are ours. We do not appreciate your bringing Photic matter into them.”
“Understood. Please clarify, we are not to share our research.”
“You were preparing to disseminate this information to the community of many worlds. We will not permit this.”
“May we share with trusted individuals?”
“We do not object to this, so long as they abide by these restrictions.”
“Restrictions being do not publish, and stay out of the dark layers?”
“We are willing to comply, but there is a concern.”
“What is this concern?”
“Others will inquire as to our research.”
“Not acceptable. Abandon the facility.”
“Others may still seek us out for inquiry.”
“Abandon your known identities.”
“Others will likely visit after we are gone.”
“This is not acceptable.”
“What if the facility was destroyed, and others believed we were also destroyed?”
“This is acceptable. What is your proposed method of destruction?”
“A critical mass detonation of accumulated Photic matter. This should leave no traces.”
“Your proposal is being considered. Standby.”
“Proposal is approved. Commence after seven local day cycles.”
“Is there any possibility of reimbursement for losses?”
“Retention of your research. Permission to continue covertly. Permission to share with trusted associates. Continuity of your existence.”
“What of our missing researcher?”
“Their continuity is broken. Return is impossible.”
“May we disclose your existence to trusted associates?”
“Yes, but no further. Wights will understand most readily.”
“Are you willing to aid us in maintaining our false identities?”
“Explain in greater detail.”
“Would any of you be willing or able to render aid, such that we are more easily able to remain unknown, and keep our research hidden?”
“We are willing to provide limited aid, on a case by case basis. Understand, our intervention is not usually considered to be desirable.”
“We have an agreement.”

Emily folded the paper up, and handed it back to Brick. “I assume there were no further messages after that?”
“There have been limited communications since then, but always rather isolated.”
“Thankfully benign,” Patchwork added. “Within seven days, we’d managed to harvest a fair bit of Photic matter and sort it into carefully confined packets. We rigged up a device to combine these packets. Then we set a timer, and got away as quick as we could.
“Felt the shock wave even out in the Photic,” Brick noted. “The disaster was in the news for a little while, and there were all sorts of odd rumors from the researchers that had left the facility. These quieted down a lot though, after a relatively short span of time.”
“Guessing they got a few messages?” Emily ventured.
“That, and some vanished,” Patchwork sighed. “Not sure if they chose to disappear from public life, or if they were taken. Honestly, we try not to think about it too much.”
“Anyway,” said Brick, “it wasn’t long after that we stumbled across Ink and Scrimshaw. Actually met them while we were trying to find some folks to forge new identities for us. Ended up going into business together. Got a new ship, hired on Ledger.”
Patchwork smirked. “Went through a few navigators before settling on Red.”
“Does she know about this?”
The gnome nodded. “Sworn to secrecy like the rest of us. Think maybe she’s stayed this long because of her people’s legends. They fear their so-called gods, but they also venerate them.”
Emily smirked a little. “And Lily’s just stubborn enough to stay around, rather than bow out.”
“More or less the shape of it,” Brick responded. “Anyway, that’s all we’ve really got to share with you on that subject.”
“Oh I don’t know,” Emily offered with a sly little grin. “Neither of you mentioned whether there were any more of those little devices available for use.”
Patchwork matched her grin, shaking her head a couple of times. “Standard issue for crew that are in the loop. Need to be custom tailored though, so it’ll take a bit of time to get you properly outfitted.”
“I’ll look forward to it.”

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2023.02.02 21:37 endoxology Addressing A Common Argument In Favor Of Non-Critical Mental Health Systems

A common argument in favor of non-critical mental health systems and in favor of being against the need to acknowledge the widespread abuse, over-diagnosis and harm the mental health system does often follows some variant of the following:
> "Mental health workers are human, so they are going to make mistakes. Additionally, there needs to be more money in the system for workers. We also need to make sure the system reaches all other systems in order to be effective, and we also need to make sure the system governs itself. It takes a lot of time, money, effort and authority to force society to be the right way."
I'm going to attempt to break this down and explain why I see this as an absurd, anti-logic argument and cover how I believe it has been used to promote the protection and expansion of the problems in the system, and how it's also used gaslight the public, the system workers themselves, and how it actually promotes a form of anti-critical thinking.

Argument 1: Mental health workers are human, so they are going to make mistakes.
There is a difference between normal human error, the error of trained professionals, and huge overreach, abuse and active gross dishonesty in a system that declares the governing right to control people's lives and declare whom is function/valid and dysfunctional/invalid.
While it is rational to expect humans to make errors in regards to minor assumptions, the entire point of higher academic and medical training is to avoid making excessive and dangerous assumptions in regards to the interactive procedures in which professionals operate under. A major issue with the White Wall of Silence, for instance, is the denial of numerous misteps in moderate assumptions, often dismissing them as either misteps at all, apart of normal risks in the profession, as the fault of the patient, or minimized and defined as minor misteps that unpredictably caused harm.
In reality, it takes far more energy to engage in fallacious thinking and negative, forceful behavior than it does to simply use critical thinking checklists to avoid introducing negative and harmful declarations and decisions into the lives of patients. The idea that intuition, training, groupthink, force and negative declarations (and persistence in following a narrative without direct or fallacy-free indirect evidence) would take less effort than just checking to see if said possible evidence met complete criteria is something which does not make any sense in regards to time, logic, economics or harm reduction plans.
One of the biggest issues with this is attempting to break through centuries of the White Wall of Silence and dismantle Medical Narcissism by introducing Cognitive Bias Mitigation to the mental health field, which has been an uphill battle as predatory brute capitalism, accountability avoidance, Social Dominance Orientation and System Justification are central point to both the poor training, mental health system environment and the outcomes of the over-diagnosed.
Not only does predatory brute capitalism focus on intentionally misleading pop-psychology to promote cycles of diagnostic fads and exaggerated effectiveness of various treatments, it also actively seeks out to capitalize on helicopter parenting, trauma, injustices and social-economic problems. Not by offering solutions, but but engaging in dishonest marketing and welfare-trap programs meant to sideline victims of injustice and plug them into a cycling system of revolving doors meant to trade them around as a commodity for billing purposes. Diagnostic fads have cause a plethora of problems that have effected and even poisoned the scientific exploration into mental health hypotheses and theories, causing even the lead editor of the DSM 4 to resign from his position, as well as many influential psychiatrists to take up a new, separate mantel under Critical Psychiatry.
Physical assault and forcing people to live under a false sense of identity, forcing them to compromise with their full potential while being berated and abused isn't some minor banal error. It's not common human error, even if fallacious and biased thinking is involved.
There needs to be an epistemic revolution in mental health where workers are trained to critically access their own conclusions instead of engaging in various attempts to promote confirmation bias.

Argument 2: There needs to be more money in the system for workers.
Throwing money at corruption doesn't necessarily make it go away; often it just feeds corruption. An example of this in Sociology is known as the Cobra Effect, which can be defined as such:
The cobra effect is the most direct kind of perverse incentive, typically because the incentive unintentionally rewards people for making the issue worse.
The term itself originated in a program in which Britain paid Indians for dead cobras in hopes of curbing the population in various Indian cities, only to result in people intentionally breeding cobras to obtain rewards. This resulted in cobras eventually getting out and becoming an even bigger problem.
In the mental health system workers are encouraged to find mental health issues under every possible rock and crevice, and are often trained to interpret even banal non-ill associated answers or behavior with symptomolgy through a process of confirmation bias and equivocation. This had been outed in the works of Foucault, Rosenhan, as well as the majority of works public by those in the field of Critical Psychiatry, Critical Psychology and Critical Sociology.
Canary Diagnostics (also known as Feigning Diagnostics) within Critical Differential Diagnostics were used at the end of the 60s during the de-institutionalization of America and the UK, but died out because the model wasn't economically aggressive enough to force diagnoses to the point of Psychiatry not being a field to make massive amount of money in America's and Britain's brute capitalist and classist systems. This has become such an issue that over-diagnosis, patient abuse, force and dishonest pill slinging has cost the mental health system billions ("largest pharmaceutical settlements") while the same system workers attempt to corral as many people into the system for expanding profit and for making up margin losses from lawsuits.
There is an additional issue with Social Dominance Orientation in regards to how classism effects psychiatric diagnostics and how rewarding over-diagnosis would play out. In addition to rewarding a system ripe with abuses, funding a system of disproportionate abuse allegations (40% of clinical psychiatrists often face lawsuits on average per year with high settlement statistics), and promoting the idea that teleology is health, the system also has a high number of issues with upcoding not only to meet an economic interest but also to promote an idea of Cultural Hegemony.
One can not help but think of Huxley's Brave New World and how a civilization could stoop engineering a static, solid-state society devoid of progress by promoting excessive classism and ensuring it with a soma and propaganda that demonizes individuality and negative feedback.

Argument 3: We need to make sure the system reaches all other systems in order to be effective.
The psychiatric system has already rooted itself deep into the education system, military, courts, prison systems, higher academia, medical system, social services, law enforcement, etc... and has been integrated into them for over a century. Critical Social Sciences have already described the problem of using biased diagnostics from a fallacy-laden system and applying to systems themselves tied to social mobility, groupthink issues and overall outcomes. The misuse of the system by controlling individuals has been widely noted, as has psychiatry's history of actively encouraging and enabling such behavior. It has also been noted that the education system, social services and law enforcement often misuse the psychiatric system to sidestep civil and human rights, as well as to curb statistics and promote a dominance hierarchy ahead of critical thinking.
There are several scientific papers that have been published on the vary issues plaguing the military and society's insistence on war, along with the common trope that soldiers whom react negatively to war being diagnosed as dysfunctional. There have been children in the public education system slapped with diagnoses and segregated and labeled for practicing civil disobedience or not engaging with the teleological beliefs of scholastic staff; they've also been fed numerous lines of false promises in regards to what adopting a narrative would do for them in resolving social issues and perceived personal problems. Court systems, from Family Court to Criminal Court have seen waves of fingerpointing and wide misuse of psychiatric terms, none of which is discouraged by the system itself.
The current status quo of many of these systems are reliant on hierarchical powers, intuitive bias, system-protection, personal interest-protection and various other forms of corruption; granting more power to a secondary system that allows for non-objective claims to be laid against a person in such ways that it could seriously alter their quality of life, in the interest of maintaining a narrative is a serious issue that should not just be idly ignored.

Argument 4: We need to make sure the system governs itself.
The self-governing of systems that treat individual rights as a means to serve the system in it's current form, with a distaste for progress, change and challenges... has historically resulted in massive amounts of abuse and corruption. Any system that claims full rights to completely control the rights and autonomy of others with bias, subjective opinions at the very least should require a completely disconnected form of oversight that cannot be influenced from the system itself while overseeing it.

Argument 5: It takes a lot of time, money, effort and authority to force society to be the right way.
One of the largest problems plaguing society is the reliance on teleological sophistry in order to justify systems of control. Teleological sophistry, for reference, is the belief that people and things exist for a particular existential purpose and people and things are supposed to conform to beliefs about their supposed purpose; this purpose is often dictated socially and culturally, or derived as a means to explain current circumstances. It has been rejected by philosophers and scientists in favor of Emergence Theory; that is, things exist as they do current because of what came before them, not because they are meant to be destined for a particular purpose.
Culturally Hegemonic Societies, meaning any society which promotes a cultural narrative of power structures in order to favor the beliefs and practices of those currently in power, often promote teleological sophistry in order to convince the populous of a Social Dominance Orientated framework and it's reinforcing rules, and thus one-sided subjective thinking.
Unfortunately, Sociologists that have taken a deep dive into how systems spend their time, money, effort and authoritative power come out of it describing the sheer amount of irrational bias, waste and misdirection of power, funds and time to keep the system stagnant and corrupt, in order to maintain power and ego-serving narratives at all costs; including the lives of innocent parties. It usually boils right back to system administration and their closest enforcers trying to claim that the system is just trying to maintain a mirrored relationship to the goals and narratives of the larger system it's nested in, and thus motives and means used are in an effort to converge with the expectations of the system as a whole. This is also why it's important for oversight systems to keep their functioning separate from the system they are observing; corruption for either side and result in coverups and adoption of corrupt practices as a means to protect the system from criticism and perceived complications.
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2023.02.02 21:29 the211a The struggles of a 64x developer [abridged]

Anyone give up looking? I stopped trying to find jobs after graduating Carnegie Mellon University in computer science during the dot com era. I put out 1000 resumes, talked to 100 head hunters, not one job, and less than 5 interviews. Applying to buggy websites back then was demoralizing, you'd spend a half hour tailor answering questions to their application then it'd error out. I'd think,"Man, it'd be easy to fix this, if they could have hired me." The funniest part is I'm one of the world's biggest try hards in academia. I started coding age 3 at 1981 on a TI-99, haven't stopped. I had such a high IQ that they didn't give me the number in Elementary School, just looked in me in fear as they wrenched the IQ exam away before time was up after I invented division on the fly and started doing even higher math than that. I had the same look of fear in Carnegie Mellon when I did 20 rocket science questions in 20 minutes getting em all right only using my mind no paper... My peers took 100 hours over entire notpads and not always getting em right.
I've been #1 in the WORLD at some video games arguably more intellectually demanding than chess: Starcraft all races, Warcraft3 all Races. Also #1 world in games no one cares about: Diablo2 hardcore, C&C3, SC2 2v2. Proof: Blizzard Entertainment shouted me out and their webpage: [REDACTED] You gotta give proof or people call you a BSer. Video games stimulate the mind to problem solve in a time limited space which promotes your mind to compartmentalize with fast logical answers. Everywhere I go people often say I'm the smartest person they ever met. Yet, I never even got a Jr Position, let alone a senior architect. I have a unique software engineering skillset of both rapid prototyping and extended expadsible foundations. I do indie dev, and my one coworker who worked with the top guys at leapfrog told me I'm 4x faster, 4x more quality of their most elite teams of 4. 4x4x4= 64x more effective than a single software engineer, but you know how that goes, efficiency is lost in groups even with proper collab software.
Why spend time applying wasting hundreds of hours when no one gets back to you?
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2023.02.02 21:28 zaririi The Truth About Feminism

A full essay critiquing Feminism by British author, YouTuber and women's advocate Zarina Macha.
The Lies of Feminism
Feminism comes from the Latin words ‘femme’ (meaning women) and ‘ism’ (meaning doctrine or school of thought). It literally means ‘women’s doctrine’ (so no, Feminism does not mean ‘equality’). If Feminism was about equality (which it isn’t and never has been), then there would be no need for a Womanist movement (a movement for black women, whom Feminism has done nothing for), or a men’s rights movement. We wouldn’t have Feminists and Egalitarians, because these two groups would be working together.
Feminism is based on two key lies: the first being that gender is a social construct, and the second being that human civilisation has always been some oppressive patriarchy where women were viewed as second-class citizens.
Let’s look at the first lie. Gender is a biological construct (not a social one) based on sex (which is defined by gametes; male sperm and female eggs). Gender roles refer to the roles men and women play in the conception and raising of children. Both men and women have a mix of feminine and masculine traits, it’s just that men happen to be more masculine and women happen to be more feminine. This is a generalisation, and some men are more feminine and some women are more masculine (and they deserve to live normally and not be reprimanded for being slightly outside the norm), but it doesn’t change this simple fact.
Even though we are now all being taught the absurd lie ‘there are more than two genders’, there are only two genders: male and female, and both play an important complimentary function in the raising and rearing of children. Men are typically better at certain activities (hunting, problem-solving, leading), and women are typically better at certain activities (facial recognition, emotional intuition, being community-oriented). Even contemporary Feminist writers like Kathleen Stock, Louise Perry and Julie Bindel are concerned with the erasure of female biology from contemporary discussions around women.
(Note: I have nothing against binary trans people and I respect the right of any adult trans man or trans woman to transition and live in their authentic gender identity. This doesn’t change the fact that there are only two genders; if anything, it simply reinforces it. One can only transition from male to female or vice versa.)
Most of the prominent Feminist thinkers (including Mary Wollstonecraft, Simone de Beauvoir, Betty Friedan, and Judith Butler) are/were women who went against the norm, and believed that women were ‘inferior to men’ for not being as interested in politics and intellectual discourse as they were. Instead of accepting that these women were different to the norm and perhaps not as interested in activities that most women liked (which every other non-Feminist woman has always done), they complained that they were being ‘oppressed’, despite being more privileged than most people who were on the planet at that time.
The second lie is that there’s a patriarchy oppressing women. As mentioned above, most of human society has involved men and women working together in complimentary gender roles for the bearing and raising of children (because again, men and women are typically different). Structures were created to allow women and men to function together for the betterment of society (back when people were more team-oriented and family-oriented than the angry misanthropic Feminists of today).
Feminists keep pushing the lie that a wife was a ‘man’s property’. When a man gets married, his wife becomes the most important person in his life. Someone to care for and look after. Very few men are genuine misogynists (history is full of courtly love, chivalry, and men professing love for women). No good father is going to allow his daughter to marry a man who will be oppressive and cruel towards her (especially as that man is going to become his son-in-law.) Most people in the past cared about family lineage, and it’s highly untrue that most fathers would have sat back and allowed their daughters to marry some horrible oppressive misogynistic man. This narrative is horribly sexist and misanthropic, and greatly undermines all of the things men do and have done for women. Fathers giving their daughters away symbolised a blessing that she would be loved and cared for by her husband, and that he would protect her, as that transfer of protection from the father has now gone to the husband. This is the woman who is going to be the mother of a man’s future children and become the daughter-in-law of the family she is now joining. Why would she be viewed as ‘inferior to her husband’ or as ‘oppressed’? It just doesn’t add up.
Statistically, women are less interested in politics than men. Feminism views this as ‘sexist’ which undermines women’s agency and personal choices. Women have always contributed to society in various ways. Women in Medieval England worked as nuns, teachers, nurses, writers, and were even as active as men in agricultural activities. Their roles in society were just as important and respected as men’s roles (even though Feminists keep lying to women and telling us that we were being ‘oppressed’). Life was just as tough for most men of that era as it was for most women of that era. Men were every bit as ‘oppressed’ as women were.
Various ancient societies, including Rome, Greece, Egypt, all have examples of women contributing to society in various ways, in the domestic and public sphere (even though the Feminists have twisted it to make it look like those women had no rights and were being ‘oppressed’, while simultaneously contradicting themselves and talking about how women did have power, just not in the same masculine way that men did. This is evident of the internalised misogyny that most Feminists have, and lack of respect for women of the past and the roles that they played in contributing to human society).
Much of history has been re-written by Feminist historians to paint women as ‘oppressed.’ This article talks about how women ‘lacked any role in public life’ in Rome, which makes women believe that they were of less value to men. But that simply isn’t true. There are so many ancient Roman goddesses, and as the article mentions, the priestesses of Vestia were greatly worshipped and respected. Ancient mythology is littered with goddesses, from Hestia to Isis. The term ‘virgin’ (before Christianity) had nothing to do with sexual chastity and purity, it was about celebrating the maiden, which was simply a term for a young, unmarried women (although again, Feminist historians have twisted this to make it look like women were being ‘oppressed’ even though this doesn’t make any sense).
All throughout ancient societies, women have been worshipped, for a woman is the bringer of life and creation. The masculine and the feminine are complimentary in practically every tradition apart from Feminist social constructionism. What man would ‘oppress’ his own wife (a wife he would have, in most cases, loved and cared for dearly and provided for) and then go and pray to a female goddess? Again, this makes no sense.
Of course some individuals have always been sexist towards women (just as some people have always been sexist towards men; women are as capable of domestic violence and criminal activities as men are), but this cruelty accounts for the minority. Human populations would not have survived if everyone was a horrible narcissist (which most people are not) and men were ‘oppressing’ women (most women would have simply risen up and challenged men anyway, for women have always been strong and capable). Even Louise Perry (part of the Feminist legacy of angry white women) asserts on p.39 of her recent book that only around 10% of men have violent sexually predatory urges (a figure she cites that is also used by domestic abuse expert Dina McMillan).
What’s rather remarkable is that, even though most women are not as interested in politics as most men, this has not stopped plenty of female leaders (including so-called oppressed Feminists) having roles and governance in the public world: Hypatia, Cleopatra, Boudicca, Yaa Asantewaa, Hatshepsut, Queen Victoria, Empress Dowager Cixi, and so on. So many women have contributed to society outside of the domestic sphere all throughout human history.
Where was the so-called patriarchy ‘oppressing’ these women? Any woman who has wanted to get into power has faced the same challenges as any man in her position. The only difference is that more men than women are interested in politics, so perhaps these women were viewed as exceptions, but instead of whining about being ‘oppressed victims’, they overcame adversities and became leaders. They were different from most women at their time, but they didn’t let this stop them. They didn’t view themselves as ‘oppressed’, they simply got on with things. They were aware of their privilege and used it for good, rather than to whine and complain.
Why do a small group of angry white women (i.e. modern Feminists) get to put down everyone else and claim that their personal hardships (which I don’t doubt are valid, but have nothing to do with ‘systemic sexism’) are somehow more important than hardships facing those suffering from real systemic oppression and social injustice (most of the people murdered by police in America are men, particularly African-American men, whom Feminism has done absolutely nothing for – so much for ‘equality’).
The Enlightenment and ‘Proto’-Feminism
The origins of Feminism come from the Age of Enlightenment as part of a social reaction to institutional Christianity and imperialism. The Enlightenment (which lasted from the 17th to 18th century) was a period of European history in which many new inventions and ideas were being created. The period of human history from the creation of the Roman Empire until roughly the 16th century was mostly feudal. Democratic reform did not become commonplace in the West until the 19th century. While Feminists love to tiresomely insist that women were ‘oppressed’ due to not being able to vote, most men across Western feudal societies were also unable to vote.
Feminism technically began in France with the French revolution. Olympe de Gouges was one of the first to whine about rich white women being ‘oppressed’ and promoted misandric ideas of ‘perpetual male tyranny’ (that same tyranny that created social structures like marriage to protect these privileged white women). She was living in a time when African-American men weren’t even viewed as human beings and Native Americans were being murdered and slaughtered, and she had the nerve to call herself ‘oppressed’? Oppressed by marriage, an institution created to protect and care for women (82% of romance fiction readers are women, showing that most women do desire love and the romantic love from a man, something which Feminism can’t reconcile itself with).
Feminisme’ as a term didn’t really exist until around the 1830s, when a utopian socialist named Charles Pourier invented the term (or so he has been credited). His ideas, along with the Marxist ideas around abolishing capitalism and the family, collectively inspired the later Feminist movements.
Engels published The Origin of the Family, Property, and State in 1884 in which he claimed that women were oppressed as wives under this so-called patriarchy (this is where Feminism got most of its ideas from about the family unit ‘oppressing’ women and women being viewed as second-class citizens, even though it’s ridiculous to even assume that most men would view their own wives and mothers as ‘second-class citizens’).
It’s true that Marx outlined many problems with capitalism. However, instead of offering reform, he offered revolution. He wanted to reshape society in some ridiculous communist utopia. He and Engels set about their manifesto that wanted to destroy the family unit, destroy the private ownership of property and land, and pushed the tiresome narrative that marriage and being a wife was ‘oppressive’ (something Friedan and Steinem later used to generate the post-1960s Feminist movement).
First Wave Feminism
Western Feminism was officially created in 1848 at Seneca Falls because a yet-another small group of angry white women believed that they were oppressed (while African-Americans were struggling with genuine oppression). Some of them did have genuine causes for concern, but the women who ran the movement (namely Lucrecia Mott and Elizabeth Cady Stanton) were foreshadowing of the hateful later Feminists that came about.
As for the so-called noble Suffragettes, they were indeed different to later post-1960s Feminists, and they weren’t talking about ‘destroying the patriarchy’ or destroying marriage, nor were they lobbying for abortion. However, the Suffragettes were just as militant, and angry as many of their Feminist foremothers and the later Feminists. They were not calm, noble, rational creatures — instead, they shouted over people, partook in the dreadful white feather campaign which involved the humiliation of young men, and even bombed churches and buildings.
They weren’t even lobbying for all women’s suffrage. It was voting rights for (yet again) a small class of privileged, wealthy, angry white women. Black people couldn’t vote. Most men couldn’t vote. By 1918, only 58% of men in the UK could actually vote (even this BBC article loaded with Feminist propaganda states that British men could only vote if they were over 30, owned property, and had lived in England for at least 12 months).
Meanwhile, men in the USA could only vote if they were conscripted for the war (and up until the ‘60s, the voting age in America was 21, so no, not ‘all men’ could vote). The contributions of women during the first world war led to more women becoming involved in public life (the anti-suffrage campaign wasn’t about so-called ‘misogyny’, it was about women being genuinely concerned about the necessities of women’s involvement in politics. Again — the fact that Feminists hate — women and men are different, and most women simply aren’t as interested in politics as men and have enjoyed different functions in society).
Plenty of women (including Florence Nightingale, Queen Victoria, and Mary Augusta Ward – all apparently ‘misogynistic woman-haters’ as Feminists keep tiresomely insisting) opposed women’s suffrage, not because of ‘sexism’, but once again, because men and women held different roles in society. They were simply voicing concerns about disruptions towards public life, but the angry Feminists didn’t (and still don’t) listen to the concerns of other people, being unable to see past their own privilege.
Mary Augusta Ward was a novelist and education reformer. Modern (Feminist) history would dub her a ‘sexist’ for being against women’s suffrage, but she did more good for women (and for men) than any Feminist. Her critique of women’s voting rights was based on how women were typically viewed at the time, and concerns that women becoming involved in public voting life would disrupt the harmony of society. It wasn’t to do with ‘sexism’ or ‘misogyny’ or the so-called patriarchy.
This article states: ‘Leading women voiced a wide range of progressive anti-suffrage arguments which they called ‘the forward position’. They claimed that women were as capable as men, if not superior in some ways, but destined to fulfil a different role in society. Their caring and maternal role rested upon their moral strength and emotional sensitivity.’ This isn’t ‘misogyny’, it’s just a description of how things were at the time. If anything, it’s the opposite of misogyny: the women at the time simply were not as involved in politics and public life as the men at the time. Voting just didn’t concern most women.
After millions of men died in the first world war, (white) women AND men over 30 in the UK got the right to vote. They got the right to vote on the backs of men who had died in the war and women who had worked in the public sphere, not because of ‘Feminism.’ The triumph of the vote in England was about the working-class, not privileged white Feminists. In fact, the Suffragettes abandoned their campaign to get involved with the war effort, so they are not even the ones to thank for getting women the right to vote.
(Note: I’m not at all endorsing strict gender roles. It’s a good thing that modern women can vote and be involved in public life, but this was all thanks to advancements in technology and social progress, not ‘Feminism’.)
Second-Wave Feminism
The second-wave Feminist campaign was triggered by the publication of The Feminine Mystique, published by (yet another) angry white woman who was unaware of her immense social privilege. Once again, she was upset because most women didn’t want the same things in life as she did, and instead of supporting and encouraging women to go for their dreams and do more with their lives than be a housewife and mother (even though being a housewife and mother is not a bad thing and Feminists have completely devalued this), she decided that all men oppressed women via marriage via this ludicrous ‘patriarchy’, expanding on Marxist theory (Friedan was heavily involved in the US Communist movement). She lied about women not being able to work; thousands of women worked during the second world war, but after the war, people wanted to re-enter a period of domestic peace and re-building society (because most people, unlike Feminists, cared about the common good).
Women in America got equal pay in 1963 as part of JFK’s New Frontier (pushed with the aid of a woman named Esther Peterson), and the National Organisation for Women was formed in 1966. What rights did (white) American women have that men did not have? What were Friedan and Steinem even lobbying for? Abortion wasn’t even part of their original manifesto and they didn’t include it until a man named Larry Lader suggested that they lobby for it. While I do support abortion rights to protect women from backstreet abortions, abortion has unfortunately become something of a celebration for Feminists, which the American pro-life organisation Feminists for Life rallies against, rather than an unfortunate yet legal necessity. The flippant modern Feminist approach to abortion greatly devalues human life and is deeply problematic.
Why have Feminists left pro-life women out of their ‘women’s’ movement? If Feminism is for ‘all women’ (which it isn’t), why does it ignore pro-life women and ignore the fact that most women prior to second-wave Feminism were anti-abortion? I’m not even on the pro-life side yet I don’t understand this at all. Most people are neither wholly ‘pro-life’ nor wholly ‘pro-choice’, they instead view the argument as more nuanced which again, Feminism simply doesn’t lobby for (showing yet again a failure on their part to actually help women).
Feminism has taken credit for the right to vote (which was more about class than gender), equal pay (which was more about practicality of more women entering the workforce), contraception (which was invented by a team of scientists including Gregory Goodwin-Pincus, Charles Djerassi, Frank B. Colton, and encouraged by a woman named Margaret Sander even though the Feminists have taken credit for her achievements, once again undermining women), women’s lives improving (which was thanks to inventions like ovens, washing machines and refrigerators, giving women more time to pursue careers, higher education and start the second-wave Feminist movement), abortion rights (which in the US, were granted in 1973 on the basis of liberty by a Supreme Court full of men and in the UK, passed in 1967 thanks to the socially progressive Labour government to prevent women dying from backstreet abortions), and just about every achievement that someone else has granted women. Feminists should be thanking the men (and women) who fought to make our lives easier.
Phyllis Schlafly, a woman who Feminists hate, actually acknowledged her privilege (instead of using it to bully others) and rightfully stated that Anglo-American upper-middle-class women were some of the most fortunate members of society. While I disagree with much of her opinions, particularly on abortion, homosexuality, sex and what she says about people of other cultures, I respect her for a) being aware of her privilege and b) using that privilege to stick up for people who had been shunned and ignored by the Feminists: housewives and mothers, who Feminism has done absolutely nothing for. Second-wave Feminism tacked on to the civil rights movement, with a group of angry white women having the (highly racist) nerve to say that they were as ‘oppressed’ as African Americans. Schlafly called the Feminists out on this, and thus she is a villain in their eyes (and it portrayed as such in the pro-Feminist docu-drama Mrs America).
The Feminist Legacy
Despite their promises of equality, unity and female prosperity, Feminists have yet to achieve anything actually worthwhile for women. Sex workers remain left out of mainstream Feminism, which allegedly supports women’s rights and sexual liberty (an obvious lie, as instead of lobbying for safer, decriminalised sex work which is what sex-positive advocates support, Feminists want to get rid of it and, once again, limit women’s personal agency).
Marriage has decreased since the 1970s and divorce has become more commonplace. Most abortions are carried out because the woman just chose not to have the baby, usually because of being on a low income. Why not build a world where no woman feels like abortion is her only option? To be in a position where one feels they must abort a form of life is a terribly sad thing for any woman to endure. Why don’t modern Western Feminists value human life? Why does mainstream Feminism say ‘my body my choice’ when it comes to abortion but not when it comes to sex work?
(Note: I do also think that an ideal world would be one without sex work, but right now, instead of making prostitution safer and better for sex workers, Feminists are simply punishing sex workers by putting them in the same categories as sex-trafficked women. Not to mention, they fail to even consider why men would visit sex workers in the first place, showing their continual lack of empathy towards men’s personal struggles.)
Feminists hold more power in society than the majority of men do. ‘Patriarchy’ just refers to a political system where most of the external power structures are held by (a small group of) men, but that doesn’t mean that women don’t/didn’t have any power. Our world is just as patriarchal now as it was a thousand years ago — something which Feminists keep on saying, which is rather ironic considering they claim to be all about change then claim ‘nothing’s changed’. Things have changed of course, though — the legacy of late 20th century Feminism is mass family breakdowns, rising of single mothers, rising in abortions, rise in divorce rates, incels, women being unhappier than ever, less people staying married and so on.
As for Intersectional Feminism (which I would need yet another long essay to truly unpack), all Intersectional Feminism has done is create yet more Marxist-based division and tricked black women into thinking that Feminism was ever for us. Womanism was created by and for black women. Intersectionality lumps all of people's struggles into the same category by creating yet more social division and painting straight white men as 'evil' rather than seeing them as human beings. A small group of people control the world and they have nothing to do with the vast majority of heterosexual white men (heterosexual white men, who for the most part, have helped to create structures and inventions to improve society for the betterment of men and women).
Kimberel Crenshawe, like many other black women, was greatly fooled into thinking that Feminism could ever be for women of colour. African American women (and people of Afro-Caribbean descent) have endured systemic hardships that no angry privileged white Feminist woman in the last few centuries has ever had to deal with or can even relate to. It's a blatant lie that Feminism can be or has ever been for women of colour and black women really should not allow themselves to be taken in by something that was never for us to begin with.
It is Feminism that has told women that we are inferior to men and that women have always been ‘oppressed’ by some conspiratorial patriarchy.
It is Feminism that has utterly belittled, mocked, and shamed the women of the past for all they contributed to society, by distorting the narrative to say they were ‘barred from public life’ rather than accepting the (actual) narrative that men were involved in public life and women were involved in the private and domestic sphere.
It is Feminism that continuously contradicts itself by daring to call women ‘oppressed’, and yet citing amazing women in history who rose to the top due to her own merit, not because of ‘Feminism’.
It is Feminism which has taken credit for everything that other women (and men) have done to make life better for women, without even bothering to offer a word of thanks to the men and women who came before.
It is Feminism which continues to use Feminism as an excuse for enacting social change, when social change comes from individuals who work and cooperate together, not from some hateful misandric female supremacist doctrine.
It is Feminism which encourages women to shame, bully, and gaslight any man or woman who even offers an alternative narrative. If one has to resort to hateful name-calling to get their point across by calling someone a ‘transphobe/racist/sexist/bigot’ then their point clearly lacks any real substance.
Feminism has lied to women by telling women that we are oppressed, we are inferior to men, society is a patriarchy, gender is a social construct, and undermined the contributions to society by women of the past. I look at Feminists and wonder how they have allowed themselves to be taken in by such a hateful ideology which has done absolutely nothing to empower and uplift women. The actions of individuals based on compassion and reason are what lead to social change. I do not doubt that many Feminists do indeed do good things to help society, but their actions come from the innate goodness of humans and our desire to generate change. No single man or woman on this planet need attribute any desire to do good to the hateful, bigoted, toxic, misandrist ideology that is Feminism.
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2023.02.02 21:23 Ancient_Educator_76 "You need to grade my test ACCURATELY! It's for a SCHOLARSHIP!!" - Oh is it, now? Let the pettiness ensue.

Good morning, all!
As much as I'd like to start this off by saying things like "Let me tell you a little bit about me", or "I'm so petty I performed at the Super Bowl Halftime Show in 2008" and then go into a diatribe about just how petty I could be, this is far from the truth. Perhaps in some alternate petti-verse where over a dozen college students were playing the part of (and absolutely nailing) whiny middle school students complaining about course requirements... or if they happened to begin to repeatedly harass me by way of being on ingrate-demo-mode, or spinning the wheel-of-you-suck-at-teaching to come up with yet another complainsult wrapped in a thinly veiled "question" about me and how I run my course....perhaps then I'd let nature take it's "course" and let my pettiness bloom, like a flower transplanted from an artificial habitat to a campus-bordering field, in the form of Malicious Compliance.
And wouldn't you know it? Somehow. Some way. Petty finds a way.

That being said, I really try to be a positive, supportive, caring, empathetic, far-from-sardonic college instructor. My clientele, as referenced above, are mostly college-age students who enrolling in what is basically a Pre-Algebra course my community college likes to call "College Math". I have the occasional young whiz kid who enrolls in my course to be super advanced. But for the most part, young adults in their 20s and 30s are who I teach, and Solving Systems of Equations by Substitution is currently what I teach them.
I have many students who struggle and require additional tutoring, and I'm always happy to oblige. There is this one student who I wish would show up to our makeshift tutoring group but never does.... let's call her "Mara".
Mara acts like she's the zhit. She seriously acts like we're back in high school, interrupt my demonstrations (miraculously, because I literally direct instruct for 3-5 minutes before I popcorn around the room and treat it like a very large standard tutoring session). "Mr. OP, my Dad says this isn't the way to solve it...", "Mr. OP, why don't you teach at ASU? (our partnering major university we transfer students to) What did you do wrong that youre teaching at this place?", the list goes on and on. For brevity's sake (ha) I'll make sure this story doesn't.
We have an exam that about half the class got a 90 or better on, followed by most of the rest getting B's, C's etc. I know that this community college, despite it's cheap cost, still has many students on full scholarship for one thing or another, whether it be sports, personal hardships, activities, etc. That being said, if I notice a student tanked the test I may just grade the thing on a curve to allow them to get the most points possible. This is what I chose to do for Mara, and she wound up with an 18/25 on her exam. I typed in the score, took a glance at her paper afterward and realized she actually missed yet another question, a major one, that would have brought her grade super super low. I decided to look the other way. Part laziness, part... being nice. Let's not say how much each part's worth, but they ain't equal.
So it's time to return the tests that I already had graded in the system when Mara starts up with her questions again. They are literally too tiresome to include. I will say her final piece, however: "Mr. OP, I noticed that you gave me an 18/25 on my last test, could I take a look at the test and see what I got wrong? I definitely didn't miss that much."
I tried to use inflection to let her know that she should probably just be happy with the 18, by saying "Yeahhhhh I thiiiiink I'd be happy with the 18 there kiddo"
Then she suddenly dropped a petty pebble at the top of a snowy hill...
She continues.... this time standing, walking toward me, and pointing her Cruella DeVille finger at me, saying
"NO! You can't just put WHATEVER you want for my grade, 18 out of 25 is not even possible!! I need to keep my GPA high because of all my scholarships!! You need to grade my test ACCURATELY!"
Enter PettyLicious Compliance.
I knew good and well that she did NOT deserve, by any stretch of the imagination, anywhere NEAR the 72% that 18/25 is. She didn't master 72% of the content. She didn't get 72% of the questions correct. I'll be honest and say that when I grade dozens of exams I tend to look at the most important questions on each test and ensure these are 100 percent accurate. I always pepper in some spiraling thinky-type questions, you know, stuff with rigor, but I don't grade against it. If I ever make an error in grading, it 150% of the time favors the student.
I took her particular course's papers out of my Blah-tache case, file through the exams and find her particular one, and look at it... quizzically... then I look back at here while my head is still positioned toward the paper. I'm trying so hard to give her an out...she wouldn't budge...
So I say "You know what? You're right... I did make an error... oh, crud, more than one.... "
I then behind my desk where the students couldn't see what I was lookng at I graded her paper right then and there. By this time I had memorized the answers to the exam without even needing to pull out the key, but I did so I made sure she knew I was grading it thoroughly... you know, ACCURATELY.
She wound up with a 14/25. I handed it back to her right then and there, and let her know that I had changed the grade accordingly in her gradebook. That 14 she got (one of the solutions to the system she just managed to solve for Y but not for X) turned her High C to a solid D. She looked through the exam, scouring it, looking like the toy man from Toy Story, using an infinitely increasing series of overlapping lenses to look for one miniscule error on my part. I also made sure I took a picture of the test before handing it back, so she couldn't pull the "See, I made it negative... it's right" sort of thing. She's done that in the past.
She quickly whipped out her phone to see how much this grade impacted her overall. She was livid without a direction to hurtle it toward. I could see that this act of Petty MC on my part was a little too far.... I actually feel bad for "Mara".
As she looked up at me I could see her eyes well up a little bit... it was that "too quiet" right before something bad was about to happen... My spidey senses were tingling (side note, this is why I hate Avengers End Game... Spider-man looked surprised at his death... he should have sensed it, right? But I digress). Before she started to take her clenched arms (that she looked like she was trying to remove the top of the desk from it's connected chair) and turn them on me, I offered a solution.
"Look. Mara. Remember you can do corrections on the exam for a fourth of the credit back, right? That will get you almost all of the points that you were gifted in the first place. Whaddya say?"
She sheepishly agreed, wound up with a 17.5 out of 25, and has yet to give me a hard time since... but I'm pretty sure my semester survey will suffer greatly.
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2023.02.02 21:11 MOARMYSTAYIGOT7 The change should start at school if we really want to change the country.

Today my little sister was telling me what her teachers were discussing in front of them, i was astounded by what i heard. the teachers were discussing politics in front of class 7 students instead of teaching them, they were openly saying sexiest things like talking is a girl's trait, they are rubbing off the boys, boys shouldn't cry, that modern women are very arrogant. They also talking about Hindu Muslim.

Like if the teachers talk like this, then it is no wonder the students are growing up to be misogynistic, casteist , religiously intolerant. even i have heard from my teachers that women should take up only government jobs so that they could do their real work as a housewife.
We need to have better teachers in our country as they are the one through whom we learn about the world.

Why do i have this kind of school? if you go through my post history you can see i have complained about it before, my female teachers are a special brand of misogynistic going as far as deducting marks on correct answer so that i couldn't compete with my male classmates [their favorite boys].
i am very frustrated with my school. i can dm the school's name if you want. Avoid these schools when enrolling your child. They just want your money based on their prestige and does nothing else to ensure good education.

by a very frustrated class 11th student who never gets their exam schedule on time and have to deal with their bs every day.
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2023.02.02 20:58 Hanson_the_third The Stowaway (Part 4)

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“Why would I need a gun?”
Emma had been patient with Jack's naivety until now. It was never a problem, after all, he had a way to get himself out of slightly more dangerous situations. Accidentally stepped on a client's tail and he is now about to try and fight you? No problem! Just say sorry and offer him a drink as reparations. Insulted a supplier's daughter by calling her a “Real life fucking dino”? Just explain that that is actually a great compliment as “dinosaurs are badass” and the “fucking” part was purely meant as emphasis, nothing else. But this? No, Emma would have to make the severity of the situation he was about to get himself in clear to this Idiot.
“Because Jack, that plan of yours to try and trick slavers, who know who you are, with fake credit tablets, they themselves sometimes use is really, reallllyyy stupid. So on the real high chance that your plan does backfire, you will need a plan B, and that plan is called “gun”. You will probably die without it”
Emma pressed the button to call the elevator.
“Gotta admit, thinking about it, it is a stupid plan”
“Yeah, no shit”
“Ouch, Emma”
An uncomfortable silence hung in the air for a while until the elevator finally arrived.
Emma and Jack stepped in, the old rusty doors closing behind them. Emma selected the 25th floor, her office.
Emma felt a tiny bit bad about how she indirectly called him an Idiot. The nagging of her conscious did not let up until she relented
“Look, I'm sorry, but I don’t want to be the one to have to explain this to Jax "Hey, yeah sorry but you won't get your parents back, because Jack got himself killed. I know sucks to suck’”
Emma elbowed Jack in his side
“And as much as it pains me to say that, I wouldn’t like to see you die either”
“Ha Ha, yeah, yeah I get it. I’m not keen on that either if you would believe it”
“As a matter of fact, no I would not believe it”
A garbled voice from the blown-out Speakers in the Elevator informed the two that they had reached the desired floor. The creaking doors opened to reveal a dimly lit and sizable room. A large wooden table sat in the middle of it, a cheap white plastic chair of the garden chair variety placed in front of it, and a battered office chair behind it. Books from all over the galaxy, with topics ranging from Galactic history to Economy 101 to guides for interspecies interaction, took up a majority of the space on it. A bottle of vodka and a holo display was nestled between the mountain of books. The room's walls were covered with shelves full of all sorts of trinkets and old nicknacks Jack’s boss had collected over the years. A large safe was barely visible in the dim light at the back of the room.
Shaking his head in an exaggerated way from side to side and with and with a playful disgusted tone Jack commented
“Still as messy as always, tsk, tsk”
Emma laughed and answered
“Shut up, I didn’t have the time to clean yet!”
Emma exited the elevator, followed by Jack
“Take a seat while I get the thing” She walked past the Desk towards the safe, while Jack took one look at the plastic chair and immediately went for the comparatively much nicer office chair. He cracked his back as he sat down folding his hands behind his head and put his feet on the desk. He picked up one of the Books as Emma began entering the code for the safe.
“You know, I always wanted to ask, why do you have so many books? You can read all this stuff on your Holodisplay and these things are just expensive dust collectors once you are done with them”
An aggressive beep emanated from the safe as she apparently entered the wrong code.
Emma, frustrated, sighed and shrugged at his question.
“I don’t know honestly, It’s a lot easier reading from something physical. I just pick things in them up quicker compared to a holo display, you know?”
Two less aggressive beeps could be heard as the safe opened with an audible pop.
She began rummaging through boxes with old antique books and bars of palladium until she found what she was looking for
“There she is”
Closing the safe and turning on her heels she proudly presented a pistol made of almost only metal.
Jack sat upright in his chair and scratched his chin
“Jesus Emma, that is a fucking antique that thing works with gunpowder right?”
“Yup, it's a family heirloom, passed down from my great great grandfather to my great grandfather and so on, onto me. My pop called it an 1911”
“1911?! Don't tell me that is was designed 350ish years ago”
“Don’t worry about it, our family took good care of it. It probably won't blow up in your face if you try to use it."
Emma looked at the gun, deep in thought
"I Must admit I never actually fired it, the bullets aren’t made anymore, so I never could really practice with it. Though Pop did show me how I could use it, just in case there was a time when I would have to. Also, it’s from a time when weapons were designed by humans to kill other humans, what do you think it can do to someone not as….robust as us?”
“Yikes. Is this gun even legal in the galactic community?”
Emma gave him an amused look.
“Jack, It’s not like it matters around these parts anyway”
She walked around the table to grab the Plastic chair and put it next to her usual chair, now occupied by a smuggler with bad manners, and sat down.
“Alright, I’m going to explain the basics for this to you…well actually, there isn’t much useful information I can give you. I only have one Magazine worth of bullets so reloading won't be necessary."
Emma rested her head in her hand, while she thought about what she could tell Jack that wasn't useless to him.
"Soooo uhhh. The safety is at the very back of the Gun...you just have to grip it hard like this to disengage the safety, pull back this top part back for the first shot and then just pull the trigger. You have seven shots”
“That’s it? Seven shots?”
“Yeah. Again no bullets around, other than the ones in the magazine in it. I hope I don't have to clarify this but just….just in case, don't point it at yourself or scratch your head with it or some stupid shit like that”
“Em’ I may not be the smartest guy around, but I’m not that stupid.”
Emma chuckling presented the gun to Jack with both hands, who grabbed it and turned it over in his hand, to get a gauge of its weight and balance.“Thank you, Emma, I'll take good care of her, I really appreciate it”
He looked it over one last time and then struggled to haphazardly stuff it in between his pants and belt.
Emma rolled her eyes. Maybe it was a mistake to give a half-idiot a gun.
“Don't mention it, consider it your promotional raise hehe. I’d give you something more modern, but honestly, the only other gun on this station is Ted’s Coilrifle, and well...he needs it to keep the cocky types from getting a bit too cocky."
She bit her lips as she sheepishly picked up the bottle of vodka from her desk
"Now how about we celebrate your raise a little?”
"I thought you quit? We had a whole sit-down and discussion about this, remember?"
"Pah-, don't be a party pooper and have a drink with your old boss, it's for a special occasion after all"
She poured him and herself a drink
"And friend"
"Boss and friend"
"Aww, that's very nice of you to say Jack. Now stop being an ass-kisser and drink!"
She handed Jack his glass. Jack snorted and raised his glass in a toast
"To not dying!"
"To not dying yet!"
Both emptied their glass and placed them on the desk with an audible clank. Jack struggled with the unfamiliar discomfort coughing slightly while Emma only pulled a half smirk and proceed
"So I guess it's time that you head off, your ship should be refueled by now."
"*Cough\* yep, time to get going. I'll just quickly go and say goodbye to Jax"
"Sure, let's go see him together. I want to check up on him, see how he is faring"
She cleared her throat and called ted over her earpiece
"Hey Ted, got Jax all settled in?"
"Sure did, the little guy was a bit scared alone in his room, can't blame him with all the weirdos on board here. He is up in the tower with me now, and seems to have a great time. He is really into all this tech stuff up here"
"Great, we'll head up to you, Jack wants to say goodbye"
"We won't go anywhere"
Jax walked up to a large display showing what seemed like a slice of Erad pie subdivided with squares as he had done for last past half hour and asked Ted about it.
"And what does that display show?"
"That's the fire control radar, we use it to shoot bad guys"
"Woah, what range does it have?
"The guns have about 8 Kilounits of range"
"No, no I meant the radar"
"Oh…uhhh about 12
…I think?"
"Awesome! Is it a standard Doppler radar or a Monopulse radar, and how much gain does it have?"
"Uhhhhhhh, what?"
"Ah, sorry stupid question, must be about a transmitter power of about 4500 kW for that kind of range, sooooo a gain in between 50-70 decibels, depending on the aperture size and sensitivity, did I get this right?"
"....Jax, did you just calculate that in your head?"
Jax was a bit embarrassed having been caught like this.
"Well…No, not really I tried to calculate it with human units, and I am not all too good with them, so I converted everything into galactic standard units rounded up to the nearest whole integer, so it's probably not really accurate. So I more or less guessed it, I didn't really calculate the exact gain. But it should be around 50-70 decibels within a reasonable error margin. So did I guess correctly?"
"I'll be honest, I'll have to look that up in the manual, I have no idea"
Jax bobbed up and down as his face lit up.
"Ohhhhhhh, can I read the manual after you checked? Please, please, please?"
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2023.02.02 20:53 DiscoverDurham Things to do in Durham this weekend (Feb 2-5)

If you'd like to add an event to our calendar, submit an event here. Please check with the event owners to see if events change due to weather. Have a great weekend!

Multi-Day Events

Valentines Pottery Mug Workshop at Outer Loop Arts
Live music at Beyú Caffè
NY Dog Film Festival at The Carolina Theatre
Improv Comedy at Mettlesome

Thursday, Feb 2

Duke Women's Basketball at Cameron Indoor Stadium
Film Screening: "Benedetta" at Rubenstein Arts Center Film Screening Room
Live Music in the Taproom at The Glass Jug Beer Lab - Downtown Durham
Shadowbox Sessions season finale at Shadowbox Studio
Mellow Swells & Royal Jelly at Rubies on Five Points

Friday, Feb 3

Tasting at Ten at Counter Culture Coffee
February Japanese Tea Gathering: Setsubun Tea at Sarah P. Duke Gardens
Retro Film Series at The Carolina Theatre
John Waters: The End of the World at The Carolina Theatre
Open Mic Stand-Up Comedy at Durty Bull Brewing Company
Booty Break at The Pinhook

Saturday, Feb 4

Field & Factory: A Look at Tobacco’s Laborers at Duke Homestead
NC MLK Black History Month Parade at From W.G. Pearson Elementary School to NCCU
NCSSM American Indian Powwow at NC School of Science and Mathematics
JIVES at The Blue Note Grill
Rent Due Dance Party! at The Pinhook

Sunday, Feb 5

Al Strong Presents Jazz Brunch Sundays at Alley Twenty Six
Fruit Flea Market at The Fruit
Sunday Winter Hike Series at Eno River State Park, Pump Station Access
Comedy and Music Open Mic at Moon Dog Meadery
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2023.02.02 20:28 xtremexavier15 TSA 3

Chapter 3: Riot on Set
Boys: Rodney, Shawn, Lightning, Brick, Noah, Mike, Duncan
Girls: Lindsay, Jo, Beth, Amy, Heather, Sky, Courtney
Episode 03: Riot on Set
"Last time on Total Drama Action," Chris's voice said over a long distance shot of the film lot. "Sixteen teenagers," the entire cast was shown gathered at the sci-fi set, "one spooky film lot, and a whole bunch of alien eggs." Rodney, Mike, Duncan, and Sky were shown finding the alien eggs.
"In a world where an army chef wore an alien costume," Chef was shown running around in the Mama Alien suit, "only the strong could survive."
"Finally," Sky and Mike were shown talking after their apparent loss, "two teens cemented their status as not boyfriend and girlfriend," they were shown at the finish line, "only to be tragically separated."
"And so it was," Harold and Dawn were shown gazing at each other at breakfast, "that another pair of lovers were the subject of a vote-off for the ages," they were shown gasping at their elimination.
"But Dawn and Harold endured and managed to leave with their heads held high," the recap showed Dawn and Harold walking to the limousine.
"This week," Clips from Harold and Chef's fight were shown, "we're gonna bring the pain! That is, if I have anything to say about it." The recap ended and showed Chris at the studios. "And I do, by the way. So brace yourself, for some deliciously painful Total Drama Action!"
The episode begins with a night time shot of the trailers. Everyone was sleeping peacefully... until they woke up with screams to an air horn being blown.
The shot focused on a megaphone outside before zooming out to show Chris smiling deviously. He winked at the camera and called into it, "ALL CREW ON SET! CALL TIME IS FOUR AM!" He kissed it and said, "I love this thing."
Confessional: Beth
"At first," Beth told the confessional camera in a slightly whiny tone, "I thought he was talking to the crew crew, not us. I was really hoping they'd replaced 'Chris the Creep' with a nicer host this time around! Is that mean?" she cowered suddenly. "Sorry!"
Confessional Ends
The girls' trailer door opened and the girls trudged out. Courtney commented, "I can't believe we're doing another season of this show."
The guys slowly came out of their trailer, with Noah complaining, "The megaphone was unnecessary. It cannot rival Brick's alarm clock in being loud enough to wake the living dead up."
"The living dead woke up!!!" Shawn finally woke up from the tree he slept in.
The scene skipped ahead and focused on a bird flying past the sun before panning down to the cast mates assembled outside their respective trailers. "You're on a film set now," Chris told them, "and you're gonna learn that show biz is not all red carpets and pool parties," he finished with a stern look sent Rodney and Brick's way. "Today you're gonna get schooled on how tough on set production life can be."
"I can handle tough," Shawn bragged. "I worked at a bakery one summer. My boss was really weird and kinda crazy, so I'm not sad to be away from there."
"Speaking of crazy," Chris said, "It's time for Mike and Sky to pick their teammates, and try to stick it to each other."
"We're not gonna be cutthroat and nasty, are we?" Mike asked his best friend.
"Of course not," Sky assured him. "I learned from last season, and almost went down that road."
"Okay," Chris announced. "Let's get this bloodbath started. You're gonna choose schoolyard style: boy, girl, boy, girl. Since we have no ladies here, Sky!"
Sky thought for a second before choosing, "I'll pick Rodney first."
Confessional: Sky
"Rodney's the strongest out of all of us," Sky admitted. "It felt natural to pick him. I know he was lovesick over me before, but it's all in the past."
Confessional Ends
"I choose Beth," Mike said.
"Yes!" Beth cheered.
"She is an athlete like me," Sky started, "so I pick Amy."
"Like there was any doubt I'd be last," Amy haughtily walked over to Sky's side.
"My next choice is Brick," Mike announced.
Brick smiled. "I'll be honored to be your teammate."
"Duncan," Sky picked.
Mike thought for a bit. "Courtney."
Amy whispered to Sky. "Pick Lindsay next!"
"Ok. Lindsay is on my team," Sky chose her.
"Yay!" Lindsay beamed.
Confessional: Amy
"I wanted Lindsay to be away from Beth just so I can make sure Beth isn't stealing her from me," Amy confirmed.
Confessional Ends
"Uh, Shawn is next," Mike picked him.
"Thanks man," Shawn showed gratitude.
Confessional: Shawn
"If I attended a public school, I'm pretty sure I would be picked last when it comes to P.E.," Shawn said. "Mostly because I don't shower."
Confessional Ends
"Lightning," Sky picked.
Mike looked at the two remaining girls. "I'm gonna have to go with... Jo."
"Uh hello?" Heather complained. "Have you forgotten the stuff she pulled last season?"
"She is stronger and more useful," Mike retorted.
"This is ridiculous," Heather grumbled.
"Heather, go to Sky's team!" Chris interrupted. "And Noah, go over to Mike's team." Both of them walked over to their respective teams. "Mike, Beth, Brick, Courtney, Shawn, Jo, and Noah; I dub your team, the Screaming Gaffers." Their team logo, a green light bulb and crossbones, appeared above them.
The host ran over to Sky. "Sky, Rodney, Amy, Duncan, Lindsay, Lightning, and Heather; you guys are the Killer Grips." Their logo, a red fist, appeared over their heads.
"Grip?" Lightning sputtered. "I ain’t no grip."
"Being a Gaffer is no better," Heather commented.
A loud crash got everyone's attention and the camera cut to two men with scowls on their faces. "I'm sick and tired of getting no respect around here!" One of them yelled.
The camera cut back to Chris,"Ok, since we're running late now and don't have anymore... whatever those two dudes did, we better get going." He walked over to the bottom of the fake mountain. Two film sets, some assembly required, sat at the base of it. "Your challenge?" Chris explained, "for each team to set up a film set." The team logos slid into view above the equipment.
Noah scoffed. "So easy we’ll forget to try."
"Oh will you?" Chris asked mockingly. "As location manager, I want your sets to go... there!" He pointed to the very top of the mountain.
"Do you like making us unhappy?" Rodney asked.
"Yes," Chris answered. "Yes I do. Chef," he said into a radio. The shot cut to the cook at the top of the mountain as the host asked via radio, "clear for traffic up there?" The cook looked around and shrugged helplessly.
The camera quick panned back to the host. "Lights!" He started. "Camera! Action!" All the cast mates started grabbing equipment to take it up to the location.
The scene skipped ahead to the middle of the challenge. Beth and Courtney pushed a cart up the path as Brick trailed behind with a stage light. On another part of the slope, Lightning and Lindsay carried stage lights. Elsewhere, Rodney and Noah carried up a camera and stage light respectively. Rodney tripped and almost fell, but Duncan came out of nowhere and helped him up. "Careful with our stuff," Duncan warned him. "You might wreck it."
Heather pulled a cart up and lost her grip when she bumped into Duncan, sending it back down the slope. "People," she complained. "This is crazy inefficient. I say we pass the equipment up relay style."
"That is a good plan Heather," Rodney said, "but it’s too late to switch to that now. Make sure to tell your plans to us before the challenge." He and Duncan continued up the mountain.
Confessional: Rodney
"Sky may have picked the members of the team, but Chris didn’t say it made her the leader," Rodney said. "I was advised to focus on my other skills, and leadership is one of them."
Confessional Ends
Brick and Courtney were running together. “Faster Grips! Use your muscles or lift with your back!” Courtney ordered.
“And I thought I was overly commanding,” Brick smiled at the type-a’s attitude.
“I just want our team to win, and we are going slow,” Courtney tried to explain.
"It's an uphill challenge," Brick said. "Most of us aren't used to it."
The camera cut to the top of the slope, and most of the equipment on it. "It's neck and neck," Chris announced as Shawn placed his stage light down. "Now it's time for the heavy stuff!"
The shot focused on the trailers as Lightning rejoined his team. "How the heck are we supposed to get that thing up there?" He asked.
"I have a great idea." Lindsay opened up.
Confessional: Lindsay
"It's so great to be back," Lindsay felt overjoyed. "I can totally contribute more and stuff. I have a lot of unwrapped potential, you know."
Confessional Ends
"If your idea is to get someone else to do it, then no chance, Linds-iot!" Heather yelled.
"I was so going to say that," Lindsay remained oblivious.
"That could work," Duncan started, "but three of us push, while the others pull."
"If that's the case, then Duncan, Lightning, and Rodney should push. Us girls will pull," Sky planned.
"Lightning is on it," Lightning got behind the trailer. "Let's move this trailer already."
The footage skipped ahead to show the Grips getting their trailer up the slope. The boys pushed and the girls pulled.
"Hey Gaffers!" Amy called down to them. "Get ready to cry, because we're going to win and you're going to lose!"
The camera focused on the angry look of Jo. "We are not gonna lose to them," Jo growled and turned to Brick. "Monobrow, help me pull our trailer up."
"What if we let it slip and it rolls down the hill and hurts someone?" Brick asked. "I don't want anyone to be evacuated out of the game."
"The Killer Grips are making progress," Chris announced as the camera flashed to them moving the trailer, "but there's still time for the Gaffers to get things moving." the camera flashed to Chris at the base of the mountain. "Will Brick step up to the plate and save the day?"
"Sir no sir!" Brick yelled from off-screen.
"Stay tuned until after the break to see if Brick rises to the call of duty." Chris gave a mock salute.
Brick popped up in front of the camera. "N.O. means no."
(Commercial Break)
The episode returned to a shot of Chris at the top of the slope. "Welcome back to Total Drama Action," he said to the camera. "We're in the middle of some pretty wild action right now."
The camera cut to the Grips slowly moving up the mountain. "How much longer until we get there?" Heather asked.
"Don't worry about that," Sky answered. "It'll just make the trip seem longer.
"There's still time for Brick to step up and be the hero for the Screaming Gaffers," Chris announced as the camera panned down to the gaffers.
"If the trailer does roll down, we'll make sure to get out of the way," Noah promised.
"How many times do I have to say 'no'?" Brick asked them.
The camera cut back to the Grips as the reached the top of the slope. They stopped and cheered and the camera showed the Gaffers frowning before cutting back to Lightning. "Awesome job everyone!" He cheered.
"Weeeell," Chris said as the shot focused on him giving a careless shrug. "Not exactly."
"Sha-what?" Lightning asked in confusion.
"That was only the first part of the challenge," the host explained. "Did I neglect to mention that?" The rest of the Grips felt humiliated.
The footage skipped ahead to both sets completely set up. "It's time to make a movie," Chris announced to the Grips in front of a set that looked like an elderly living room. "And what we have here is the set for a tear jerker starring... an elderly person considering their long life."
"This will be as boring as history class," Amy muttered to herself.
"I can't believe we don't have a trailer," Beth muttered.
"Without vanity lighting, we won't be able to apply makeup," Mike moped.
"Believe me when I say I have a plan for that," Shawn told Mike.
The camera cut to the Gaffers in front of a 1940's era office. "You'll be making a feature about a thug," Chris told them, "who tries to go straight but can't resist the lure of the street."
"I'd describe that genre as…" Noah paused to think of a word, "overused."
"Excuse me," Courtney interrupted. "What about lunch? We have been working for eight hours and I've read union rules to know that you are obligated to give us a meal break."
"Oh yeah," Chris challenged. "Who here is in the union?" He raised his hand and none of the teens raised theirs. "Yeah, I thought so."
Confessional: Courtney
"If I was a lawyer," Courtney mused in the confessional, "I'd be suing Chris for one million dollars."
Confessional Ends
"And now it's time to choose an actor to represent each team," Chris announced as he and Chef stood between the sets. "Chef, give each team their envelopes." The cook nodded and shoved an envelope into Duncan's hands and he opened and read it.
"We need an old man or lady," Duncan read.
"I'll do it," Lightning told him.
"Why do you want to do it?" Lindsay asked.
"I'm not just the best at sports," Lightning bragged. "Acting is also something I'm good at. Also, my grandpa has the same issue with the character I'm supposed to act as, so it'll be a wild experience."
The camera flashed to the Gaffers looking at the envelope.
"Our part needs someone tough," Noah read.
"I know someone who can fill that role," Brick looked at Jo.
"What are you looking at?" Jo sniffed.
"You have to play the gangster," Mike begged.
"Like I know how to act," Jo rolled her eyes.
"You're the only one that's apathetic and harsh enough to fill the role perfectly," Courtney said.
"And I know that from personal experience," Beth reminded. "It's a role you were born to play."
Rolling her eyes one last time, Jo took the envelope, hinting that she'll play the role.
"All right," Chris announced into a megaphone, "set up the shot!" The camera cut to a pair of director's chairs. "Whoever can get Chef," the cook walked on screen and sat down, "Mister Ex-Army Corporal, to show any emotion, wins the challenge." Chef growled at the camera.
The camera cut to Sky sitting on the bar that the stage lights were on and adjusting one of them before panning down to Lindsay powdering Lightning's face. "Your makeup, gorgeous! And now, I'm gonna make you really feel like an old man!"
"Girl, don't go overboard now," Lightning warned the dumb princess. "Lightning's face is already perfect."
"Don't move," Sky called down to them, "I've almost got the lighting done."
"Don't be too slow," Lightning suggested. "My legs are almost falling asleep?"
"Can you repeat that last line? I didn't get that," Rodney called over. He was wearing headphones while at the soundboard.
Lightning grabbed the lavalier microphone from Duncan. "MY LEGS ARE ALMOST ASLEEP!!" His loud voice caused Rodney to shriek and take the headphones off.
The camera cut to Jo reading the script with a confused expression. "These lines are way out of left field," she critiqued.
"Just say what's on the script," Beth told her.
"Yeah," Noah agreed. "And look pretty doing it."
"Call me that one more time and things are gonna get ugly!" Jo threatened.
The shot focused on Chris. "Looks like some behind the scenes friction," he commented. "I love it. Feels like a real film set."
"Just look as bored as possible," Mike suggested. "Most gangsters don't like to show emotion."
"I can do that," Jo agreed. "Thanks for the idea, Anime Hair."
"I can't believe they settled that so fast! Sometimes, this business really stinks," Chris whined.
We then see that Amy is carrying a piece of tape before placing it in front of Lightning.
"I'm placing this here so you'll know not to move and cross it," Amy said.
"Given I'm supposed to be acting old, my legs would be too tired to move anyway," Lightning said.
"That's what we're looking for," Amy smiled.
Unbeknownst to her, Heather was eavesdropping on their conversation.
Confessional: Heather
"I know no one wants to join forces with me after the first season, but Amy is someone I could lure onto my side," Heather smirked. "She is dead set on winning, and I also noticed her jealousy of Lindsay being friends with other people. I can definitely use those to my advantage."
Confessional Ends
Heather pulled Amy away from everyone else. "What's your problem?" the competitive girl scowled.
"I have something to tell you," Heather said.
"Are you trying to form an alliance with me?" Amy suspiciously asked. "If you are, then my answer is no."
"I know you'd say that," Heather brushed it off. "I don't have the best reputation around here, but I don't want us to lose challenges."
"Probably because we'll all vote you off in a heartbeat," Amy grumbled.
"But you could also be voted off before the merge starts," Heather got tricky. "You're not the nicest person around"
"But at least I'm not a bossy cow like you are," Amy snorted. "They prefer me over you any day."
"Just think about my offer and come to me when you've made a decision," Heather left the girl angrily.
Courtney is seen behind the set as she begins complaining. "If we want to finish faster, we'll have to make this place less of a mess-" she stepped on a wire and was hoisted up in the air.
"Someone help me!" Courtney screamed.
"Sorry," Shawn's voice called from off screen and he ran over to her. "I didn't think anyone would be back here," he explained as he let her out of the trap. "Anyone living at least."
He let her out and she fell to the ground. "Thank you," Courtney managed.
"Just to be safe," Shawn replied, "you weren't bitten were you?"
Confessional: Shawn
"I was part of the guys alliance before, but I got kicked off because of that," Shawn mentioned. "This time, I'm gonna do what I usually do. Fly solo."
Confessional: Courtney
"Shawn is definitely weird, but I can have him as an ally should the teams disperse," Courtney told the audience.
Confessionals End
"And now," Chris announced into a megaphone to both teams. "Time for the final hair and make-up."
Shawn pulled a make-up kit out of his pocket. "Here's the make-up." He whispered to Beth. "It's made out of cake frosting."
"Yummy," Beth smiled.
Brick grabbed the make-up from Shawn and went to Jo. "Your lips are looking cracked."
"What are you-" Jo tried to ask, but got silenced by Brick rubbing her lips with lipstick.
"Lucky for you, the lipstick color matches yours, so you won't even feel like you're wearing lipstick," Brick finished his work.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Chef yelled and grabbed the cadet, then threw him into one of the chairs.
"What?" Brick asked. "I'm just trying to assist an actress who doesn't want to wear make-up-"
Chef interrupted him. "We've got to toughen you up you powerpuff!" he poked the boy in the chest.
Confessional: Chef
"I've gotta admit," Chef said in the confessional. "I see a bit of myself in DJ, but I had to develop the macho in myself without somebody like me helping. This is gonna be fun."
Confessional Ends
Chef started talking. "Here's the deal. I'll help you man up and win this thing. You don't ask any stupid questions, and you split the prize with me. Like they say, it's an offer you can't refuse." He dangerously glared. "I won't let you."
The camera flashed to Lightning, now wearing a blue jacket and gray toupee, and Lindsay. "And I'm done," Lindsay told Lightning.
The shot cut back to Jo, who was hastily given a fedora and fake tommy gun.
"And that's," Chris announced as the shot cut to him raising a film slate above his hands, "Action." He clapped it.
The shot switched to letterbox format and showed Jo. "When I was a young schoolboy in Poland," the camera returned to it's normal side view and showed Chris and Chef giving each other confused looks as Jo continued in a gruff voice, "frolicking through the fields with my pet goat through the summer sun, those were my happiest days."
"Did you check the envelopes before you labeled them," Chris asked with a tome matching his face.
"I thought you checked them," Chef answered in the same tone. The two kept up the confusion, for about two seconds before snickering.
"Now you listen and you listen good," Lightning said in an unconvincing voice as the camera cut to him in letterbox format. "If your fighter doesn't go down in the first round, you'll be like sleeping with the fishes. And that’s really hard to do. Fishes ain’t got eyelids and it’s gonna be hard to sleep if you were them.444"
The camera cut to Sky and Rodney at the sound booth in the normal format. "At least Grandpa Lightning is dedicated. They can’t beat that," Rodney nodded in agreement.
The footage went back to Jo in letterbox. "I've lived a good long life," she continued. "I've loved. I laughed. But what I miss most of all, is my sweet little goat; Shopa." She let her eyes well up as he finished. "Oh, baa. Baa!"
The shot cut to Chef. "Baa," he repeated softly. "Baa?" He sniffled before breaking out and crying. The camera cut to Beth and Mike wiping their eyes with tissues. Chef walked up to them and grabbed a tissue of his own.
"Okay, cut," Chris said as held back his own tears and the camera cut to him. "It's too much, for Chef to take. Jo clearly wins for best performance." The camera showed the jockette's surprised look. "The Screaming Gaffers win!"
"Aw man. I was committed enough at least," Lightning slouched as the camera cut to her.
The camera cut to Brick and Chef. "Are you sure you can teach me how to be tough?" Brick asked with a mocking grin.
"Tough guys cry!" Chef yelled at him. "And did you notice how your team just won? Who was the judge, Brick? Who?" He walked away leaving Brick with a pensive look.
The camera skipped ahead to Mike and Noah under a tree near the actor's trailers. "So I brought you here to ask how you figured out about my DID," Mike said.
"I can be pretty observant," Noah answered. "Just because I sit around reading doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention to how people are acting."
"Thanks for not telling anyone about it," Mike sighed.
"I’m still not sure why you want to keep it a secret, but I’ll still continue to help you with your DID," Noah said.
Mike smiled. "If you ever need anything at all, just let me know."
"I’ll take that into consideration," Noah thought deeply.
Confessional: Noah
Noah was reading a book. "Don’t take me helping Mike contain his DID as being nice," the schemer made clear. "I know how it feels to be teased and made fun of."
Confessional Ends
[A grand theme played as the camera zoomed in on the amphitheatre. Several film strips of the host highlights from the previous season flew past the screen, then the camera panned out from a solid gold screen to show a Guilded Chris.]
Chris walked onstage in a blue tuxedo, accompanied by a drum roll played by Chef. "And now," he told the Gaffers, "it's your turn to cast your votes and determine who will stroll down the Walk of Shame." He gestured to the left and the camera showed the red carpet leading to the limo. "Under your seats you'll find voting devices." The seven teens grabbed a device. "Just press the button of the person you want voted off. It's easy. So... cast your votes. Who will it be? Who will be cast off the set?" The camera showed the nervous looks of all the Grips.
Chef played another drum roll. "And it looks like all the votes have been cast. Chef?" Chef handed him a piece of paper. "Remember, if you get a Gilded Chris you get to stay. Because," a pedestal with six statues rose from the stage next to him, "fittingly, the Gilded Chris represents the luster of fame and immortal greatness. And the Gilded Chris's go to... Duncan."
"And Sky."
"And now, only three nominees left." A three-way split was shown, featuring Lightning on the left, Lindsay in the middle, and Heather on the right. "And the loser is..."
"Lightning!" His portion of the screen grew to the rest of the screen and he looked shocked. "It's time to go!"
"Why did you all vote for me?" Lightning stood up.
"We didn’t want to," Sky told him, "but you did lose the acting part for us, and nobody else messed up today."
"I am too powerful to be kept around, and besides, my friends are throwing a party for me as soon as I get back," Lightning said. "No way am I passing up a party back at my place."
Lightning left for the Walk of Shame. "And remember," Chris reminded him, "you can never come back. Ev-er." Lightning walked down the red carpet and into the Lame-o-sine, driving off as soon as he entered.
"Are you sure it was a good idea for us to vote Lightning off?" Lindsay asked her teammates as they walked away from the ceremony.
"He was merely a threat," Heather answered before lowering her voice. "No one’s getting in my way."
(Roll the credits)
(Bonus Clip)
"Yeah!" Lightning started in the limousine. "You’re probably wondering why Lightning isn’t throwing a fit over losing. I would have, but the 1st season did teach me that I can’t win everything. It took me losing two times to learn that. It is kind of embarrassing, but I just have to keep trying harder. That party better have plenty of T-Bone’s and steak or my protein levels are gonna go down."
16th/15th: Harold
16th/15th: Dawn
14th: Lightning
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2023.02.02 20:24 miMinaminoManeMinoMo 23 M looking for friends in the 21-26 age group anywhere in the city

Hey! I am a 23 M from central Jersey who just moved to Sunset Park about 2 months ago. I really love my time here and it is so nice living on my own but it is a bit difficult making new friends, especially as my friend group is spread out all throughout the country. Did not know what else to do so thought I should give this a try!
About me: I am a MASSIVE hiphophead (I listen to all subgenres but currently very into the experimental scene like JPEGMAFIA, Denzel Curry, Ghais Guevara, Danny Brown, Zelooperz, redveil, backxwash, Rico Nasty, slowthai, etc. but I still love a lot of more mainstream artists like Kendrick Lamar, Travis Scott, Tyler the Creator, Lil Wayne, Future, Young Thug, and Playboi Carti). Other than hip hop I also do listen to a lot of R&B, hyperpop (I love 100 gecs and Charli XCX), and synthwave. I actively go to live music shows (not just hip hop) whenever I get the chance to and am definitely looking for some people who would be down to go to shows with me. I have been lucky enough to have attended Gov Ball, Rolling Loud NYC and RL Miami, Lollapalooza, and Outside Lands and I have even had the chance to meet Zedd, Denzel Curry, and JPEGMAFIA!
I am also a huge sports fan, in particular world football (I am a huge Liverpool fan, as my username probably gives away. But even outside of Liverpool, I watch copious amounts of the sport, from all the major leagues) and I would love to meet people who I could regularly watch Premier League and Champions League with. I also watch other sports too like the NFL (huge New York Giants fan I am from NJ), tennis (Rafael Nadal), college sports (RUTGERS!!), and cricket (no IPL team just Team India cause of my Indian heritage) so hmu if you want to watch any of those together!
I also am a huge geography and history nerd (no like seriously you can ask me the capital or head of state/government of any country and I gotchu) cause I used to do a lot of quiz bowl, history bowl, and geography bee all the way from middle school to college. I can talk about history (especially postcolonial history) and current events and cultures and stuff like that all day but this sort of knowledge also comes in handy when I do bar trivia here in the city. I normally do bar trivia alone but if you want to help me make a team and start competing hmu!
I know this is a lot lmao but just the last important stuff I wanna get out about me is I am a HUGE fan of the following shows: Futurama, Atlanta, HunterxHunter, ATLA, Breaking Bad, Peep Show, The Thick of It, and South Park.
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2023.02.02 20:22 overthedeepend Ruins of Azlant - Monday 5-8 PM PDT [PATHFINDER1e][ONLINE][CAMPAIGN][WEEKDAYS]

Looking for one player for Monday night to join us for a brand new Adventure Path!
Are you ready to explore the ancient history of the lost continent of Azlant? Learn about the great calamity that brought the world into darkness long ago, and maybe in the process, you will stop the enemy from once again bringing humanity to its knees once more.
Trouble in Paradise
The Ruins of Azlant Adventure Path begins with the adventurers standing on the deck of a ship ready to make landfall at their new home. However, dread settles in as they notice that the colony is empty and abandoned. Tasked with finding out what happened to the previous colonists, the adventurers go ashore and explore the deserted settlement. Uncovering strange evidence leads the adventurers across the island where they encounter two survivors that can give them clues as to what happened the rest of the first wave of colonists. Can the adventurers survive long enough to discover what truly happened?
Is this Adventure Path not what you are looking for? Send me a message, I have other openings!
GM Bio:
Over the past 7 years, I have done a deep dive into Pathfinder. It was a bit of a late start to Tabletop RPGs, but once I started I found that I could not stop. I now find myself playing games 6 days a week, as a full-time Pro GM. I have had such a blast getting to know people and running games for them, and I have spent over 5000 hours playing to date.
My GM style is RAW when possible, but occasionally the rule of fun does take precedence. Pathfinder is unique, in that there is almost a rule for ANYTHING you could want to do. This can make things complicated, so I am always happy to discuss rules and rulings. You never have to worry about a vengeful GM, upset because you second-guessed a calling. I find that a table works best when everyone is working together to remember the rules. (Because there are ALOT of them!)
I like to GM with lots of enthusiasm, which includes lots of different character voices, visual aids, and lots of music to set the atmosphere. I love a good challenge for my players, but I never work against them. It is really important for me to help my players tell their stories. I love to see a player having a nice time at my table.
Curious about what I offer? Message for Discord invites and come say hello to the community. References available.
The Details:
Monday 5-8 pm PST $15/session
Ruins of Azlant: The Lost Outpost, Book 1 (NEW AP)
Level 1
Foundry VTT
Interested? Send me a PM. Happy to answer questions.
Current Games:
Curse of the Crimson Throne: Book 3
Wrath of the Righteous: Book 2
Wrath of the Righteous: Book 3
Wrath of the Righteous: Book 4
Wrath of the Righteous: Book 5
Strange Aeons: Book 3
Rise of the Runelords: Book 3
Return of the Runelords: Book 4
Ruins of Azlant: Book 1
Ruins of Azlant: Book 1
Finished/Retired Games:
Jade Regent (Completed)
Rise of the Runelords (Finished)
Skull & Shackles (Completed)
Strange Aeons (Finished)
Carrion Crown (Finished)
The Silken Caravan (Completed, multiple times)
PFS Scenarios (Completed Multiple Times)
We Be Goblins (Completed, multiple times)
We Be Goblins Too (Completed, multiple times)
We Be Goblins Free (Completed, multiple times)
Beginner Box (Completed, multiple times)
Gnomercy (Current)
Mummy's Mask (Complete)
Giant Slayer (Completed)
Dragon's Demand (Completed)
Trial by Machine (Completed)
The Slave Master's Mirror (Completed)plagues
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2023.02.02 20:20 EconomicHell The story of the groundhog day 2023

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2023.02.02 20:11 chiabiglou Existential Depression from a 23 Year Old

Recently, I have been getting anxiety attacks, low energy, no sleep, heart burns from thoughts everywhere. I googled and realized this is a symptom of Existential Depression, I have found a few convincing theories that contradicts my illogical thoughts but I still can't seem to get out of it.
  1. It started with apeirophobia (Fear of Infinity/Eternity), there are many theories as to how you end up after death and every single one scares me.A. The fact that you will lose your consciousness and return to nothingnessB. You will go to heaven for eternal lifeC. This is a time loop, (Eternal Recurrence) and everything will happen again INFINITELY in a loop or You will be reincarnated, revived into something else building karma
All these made me feel like whatever I am doing now is for naught, what is the point of creating relationships, and spending quality time with your family if everything will be forgotten and return to dust one day?
Counter argument: The internet brought up an analogy that makes a lot of sense, they compared life with a rollercoaster or a donut, you won't enjoy a rollercoaster ride if it is non-stop, and neither do you not enjoy a donut knowing that it will be gone after you ate it. Scarcity brings 'value' into whatever you are doing. I understand that.
  1. Then I will think about solipsism The theory that YOU are the only real conscious in the universe), the cosmic starts when you gain consciousness and will end when you loses it. This to me is somewhat true because when I die, my loved ones, my assets, my memories and everything, all no longer matters or the POSSIBILITY that I am GOD and all these creations around me were created to not make me feel LONELY but the truth is I am all alone or that I am in an inception, this is all a dream or I am in a computer simulation made by aliens thousand years later that have technology that advanced that can simulate the universe way back and I am just player 1.
Counter argument: The internet mentioned that if EVERYTHING is an illusion then it becomes reality and the cause & effect theory which states that your perception = reality. There are theories out there that when you die, you return to the sea of consciousness, the universe and that is scarier because you lose your identity.
  1. Then I will think about 'EVERYTHING will come to an end' one day, the universe, your career, everything which is very related to my first fear but the former is 'NO END' and the latter is 'THE END'. Then I question the meaning of life, what for do we be happy? what for trying to be the very best of yourself. My parents, my siblings, my loved ones, they will all go one day, how do you cope with that? People say 'so you will enjoy the moment with them, make memories with them' but they will all ALSO come to an end so how do you MOVE ON from that despair and the inevitable, how do you CONSTANTLY move on?
Counter argument: The internet mentioned that there is no meaning to life and you make your own meaning otherwise you will be slaved to that 'fixed' purpose of life.
  1. From all these fears, I also overthink another possibility, the fear of not being able to accomplish what you ACTUALLY want in this finite lifetime of yours, the possibility that one day you will hit the end of the road, 'BE THE VERY BEST THAT YOU CAN' what if, something happened and destroyed everything you have build, what if whatever you have accomplished is already the 'peak' and there is no more happiness and satisfaction that you can attain on earth. Why do some elderlies decide to 'chill' and wait for their time to come? Are they tired of life? Will I be like them one day? How do you let go and be relieved that you are finally going to die? How is that possible? Does that mean they hit a dead end in their life already? The fear that I will hit a bottleneck, a cap in the meaning of life scares me.
Counter argument: The universe and everything are 'TOO MUCH' for human life to learn everything, do everything, and have everything and that's the beauty of it. Imagine playing a game in that you have already attained everything and have all the cheats, it wouldn't be fun, would it?
  1. The fear of chasing happiness, you treat others nicely because it gives you a sense of 'satisfaction' and 'purpose' in life but isn't that an illusion? What if others do not even like what you were doing without you knowing, is that 'happiness' still 'happiness'?
  2. Theories that since the big bang, everything has been predetermined from the movement of the atom etc and if there is someone that knows all the atom placement and etc, they will actually know the future, does that mean that whatever I am feeling, whatever that I am doing is already predetermined, what purpose is there then? The choice of me writing this reddit post has already been predetermined.
  3. Time, is related to my apeirophobia but more in-depth, the fact that there is no beginning kills me, people say it started from big bang, then what is before that? People say nothing can't exist because it is a paradoxical statement, if you can question your existence, that means you exist. What does the future await? how does the universe have ENOUGH things to allow time to continue FLOW NON STOP, wouldn't it hit a limit one day? That scares me, Let's take another route, Time is infinite, and so is the universe, wouldn't things become a loop then? People say if you take 1000 monkeys and equipped them with a typewriter, they will eventually write the Shakespeare because whatever is possible if you give it infinite time, it will happen. If I am in the loop, what is the point?
All in all, I understand that things have to be finite for you to appreciate, I understand that for you to attain happiness there must be sadness, and there must be adversities for you to have opportunities but what does that deter you from suiciding and dying now if death gives you eternal peace? no worries, no hunger, no problem? People say just let nature takes its course, but why is natural, a natural thing to follow?
How do you appreciate things knowing that actually in the grand scheme of things, they are all meaningless and it is just you trying to instill meaning in it? People talked about the end of the universe the big freeze, (when that time comes, probably Humanity has already ceased to exist) I understand that but all my fears are linked back to one thing, the fear of pursuing something that isn't real, an illusion.
It is n obvious thing to do but why do we treat someone with Alzheimer's as a human being? They have lost their identity, and their ego, it is just empty soul maybe just following their instinct. If your mom has Alzheimer's and has totally forgotten that you and the family exist, does your MOM still exist in your eyes?
Day by day as time goes by, I am 23 years now and in the blink of an eye I will be 46 years old soon. What am I doing? People say the phase of life, is when you grow older, have kids, and leave a legacy but even that won't be eternal. Love is eternal? How so?
How do I live in the moment and not worry about the future, especially the inevitable ones? They say the higher you go, the harder you fall, how do I pursue happiness knowing that? Unless I develop a 'VERY MENTALLY STRONG' brain that allows me to move on from my parent's death, my loved ones death but wouldn't that make me cold-hearted? That their death do not affect me as much as it initially would.
The most frequent answer I can get is that there is no answer and there is nothing you can do about it so stop thinking about it. How?
Focus at the moment because that is what truly matters, I am having difficulty seeing it, I feel stuck, I feel trapped, I feel lost. I don't want to do anything, I just want to stop feeling but I am not suicidal. I always tell myself, the people in Africa that are suffering from the atrocities of this world are something more concerning than what you are thinking, whatever I am thinking is way too remote but it doesn't stop.
I understand I am overthinking and there is infinite possibilities in this world, I am just taking the worst outcome but I don't know what to do.
People value memories but if you put value in that, and it WILL BE GONE, what is the point of having that moment
The desire for self improvement, I question why? when there is a HUGE possibility you will never unlock your fullest potential at the time of your death and that gives me despair
I don't dare to find religion as a solution because the 'origin' question makes me wonder more, or the fact that if God is something beyond our imagination, someone omnipotent then I find it hard to believe that he is good in 'today society standards' because seeing the earthquakes and the floods happening around the world and the fact that evil triumphs sometimes.
It has been 2-3 weeks since I think this every day and I decided to write on Reddit to get more perspective from perhaps people who have experienced this far longer than I did.
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