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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. She 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 the 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, and serum injections directed 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 if 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.
Rissa 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 Risa, 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 Rissa looked up from their work, and I noticed Kaian’s seat was empty.
“That sounds 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 seconds, 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 SeriousM4x UpSnap v3 is out and rewritten in Go

UpSnap v3 is out and rewritten in Go
About 1,5 years ago, I first posted about my little wake on lan web app. It was written in python and therefor (with all its dependencies) was quite resource heavy. A couple days ago, I've released verion 3, which is a complete rewrite of the app in go. It can be used as a single binary or docker container. Feel free to check it out :)
Heres the changlog:
  • ⚙️ Backend: rewritten in Go
  • ⚙️ Backend: Support for different databases dropped. Backend now uses PocketBase which is based on SQLite
  • ⚙️ Backend: Added the option to use passwords for wake events. If your network card supports it, you can find it in your BIOS called "SecureOn" or smiliar.
  • ⚙️ Backend: PocketBase offers an API. You can log in to localhost:8090/_/ and click "'API View" in the top right corner
  • 🎨 Frontend: converted from Svelte to SvelteKit and also almost rewritten everything
  • 🎨 Frontend: Got rid of modals. Pages should be more user friendly
  • 🎨 Frontend: Better badges on device card to show cron events and password protection
  • General: Drastically reduced resource requirements
  • General: Single binary to run everything!
  • General: No more custom routes necessary for reverse proxy
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2023.02.02 21:38 clutterc0re Looking for salons to go to for wavy/curly hair consultations.

Recently my hair has finally started to shift to wavy/curly, and I’m at a loss for how to care for it after years of having mainly straight hair.
I’d love to go to a salon that specializes in wavy/curly hair to get some insight on what I should be doing, or what products to use. I’ve got like 2C type waves going on now.
Are there any good salons or stylists around here that I could make an appointment for a consultation to just talk about how to care for curls?
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2023.02.02 21:37 cyndiann07 Kitsch hair curler and product?

First time poster; long time lurker!
I have shoulder length fine hair that holds a curl okay when I use a curling iron. I’m debating getting the kitsch hair curlerbut I’m curious about product I should get to hold the curls longer. Hair spray? I’d like them to have movement and look natural.
I’m mostly a novice about hair stuff so any advice would be appreciated!! Thanks.
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2023.02.02 21:34 applegoesdown Directional Sweeping Questions

The modern information about how to sweep to help make the rock curl more, and how to make it so straighter (maybe even back up) is somewhat common knowledge at this point. Let assume that for the purposes of my question I am talking about Mixed Doubles, so solo sweeping.
What is the best technique and positioning for dragging a rock further (Assume that line is not important just carrying for distance)? Would you use perpendicular to a rock path? At some sort of angle? Does it matter which side you are doing this solo sweeping on?
And is there a technique that is more likely to help a rock slow down?
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2023.02.02 21:32 fahdfahd converting some curl codes

I'm a beginner in programming and I'm trying to use curl but I need help converting this code into a ready-made PHP executable code.
Example: this is a code
curl -X GET \ -H 'Content-Type: application/json' \ -H 'Authorization: Test' \ 
After converting
$url = ""; $curl = curl_init($url); curl_setopt($curl, CURLOPT_URL, $url); curl_setopt($curl, CURLOPT_RETURNTRANSFER, true); $headers = array( "Authorization: Test", "Content-Type: application/json", ); curl_setopt($curl, CURLOPT_HTTPHEADER, $headers); //for debug only! curl_setopt($curl, CURLOPT_SSL_VERIFYHOST, false); curl_setopt($curl, CURLOPT_SSL_VERIFYPEER, false); $resp = curl_exec($curl); curl_close($curl); var_dump($resp); 
so I wanna help convert this code:
curl -X PUT \ -H 'Content-Type: application/json' \ -H 'Authorization: test' \ -d '{"job":{"url":"","enabled":"true","saveResponses":true,"schedule":{"timezone":"Europe/Berlin","hours":[-1],"mdays":[-1],"minutes":[-1],"months":[-1],"wdays":[-1]}}}' \ 
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2023.02.02 21:32 stockpreacher Update on market rally

Using SPY as a proxy for the broad market.
It broke through key resistance that was at $405 and rocketed on past that..
Looks like the euphoria may be calming down short term as of now (we'll have to see what happens before close today).
Wouldn't be surprised if we saw this scenario: a pullback to $405-$412 then climbing again.
Overall thesis remains that this will be a significant bear rally that could last a while. There's a lot of pent up money and hope.
Likely catalysts to kill it would be shocker earnings and employment numbers, housing market weakness. Moving closer to nuclear war would definitely kill it.
Still belive that the recession will show up and it will be ugly. Just a matter of time.
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2023.02.02 21:24 likealonewolf What items could I use as curling stones 🥌?

What items could I use as curling stones 🥌? submitted by likealonewolf to AnimalCrossing [link] [comments]

2023.02.02 21:20 TheKingofKaos 22 [M4F] Smart-alec, dark humored Big Boi trying not to be single for another Valentines

Hey. I'm Jordan and what I'm looking for someone willing to deal with my dark jokes and all the memes I'll send you. I also play video games on Xbox or Switch and sometimes I like to stream. Most of my free time is spent watching YouTube videos or learning useless information that will never help me, especially weird bits of history. I am basically a fun fact factory. I dabble in art. I will never claim to be good at it.
I am 6'1. I am larger than average around the waist and no where else. Long black hair with natural curls that are my burden. No tattoos, but completely open to them. I don't smoke, I drink rarely, and winner's don't use drugs, unless it's steroids in which case they use lots of drugs.
What I want in a relationship is to be able to support one another emotionally. Keep each others spirits high when we fall with some light hearted banter. Self depricating humor is my specialty, but I also like to trade jabs in the friendliest way. I am a very open person that will tell you when things may not be going so well.
Will be at work by the time this gets posted, sorry for slow responses.
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2023.02.02 21:02 What-year_is-it Moments that changed my brain chemistry

Moments that changed my brain chemistry
month 1 of dating: Standing in the kitchen being screamed at because he went through my phone and saw a funny meme I sent to a guy I used to date. He hit the wall next to me. Told myself maybe that’s a normal thing to be upset about.
Month 2: kicking my dog out to the cold garage when he was sick because he had fleas and just generally talking badly about him. He was 13 years old and didn’t live long after that. I ended up having to put him down.
Month 3 of dating before he asked me to be his girlfriend: another fight about trust. He didn’t trust me, even though in years past he left me to be with someone else. Told myself there were just some insecurities in our relationship because of our history.
Month 1 of being official: finding out we’re pregnant and realizing I’m in this for good now otherwise I risk breaking up our family and damaging our kids.
Months 1-9 during pregnancy: expectations of sex when I didn’t want to. Treating me differently and withholding non sexual intimacy if I said no. Saying yes to keep the peace even though I was incredibly uncomfortable. Told myself he had needs and it was my job to take care of those needs.
Month 2 during pregnancy: telling me he wasn’t comfortable with my family and that he didn’t want them in the house (I have a lot of family drama that I knew I needed to take care of but he made the decision for me to exclude them from our lives).
Month 6 pregnancy: getting into an argument over something I don’t even remember and him slamming his fists on the steering wheel over and over.
Month 8 pregnancy: me wearing comfortable shorts to our sons soccer practice in the middle of a hot summer and him asking “you’re wearing THAT? they look like pajama shorts (they were not, but he prefers all of us to wear jeans or jean shorts in public). I told him they were my maternity shorts and nothing else fits me comfortably but he continued to make me feel like I was trash for wearing them in public.
1 year in, postpartum: expected to wake up at 3:30am to make him coffee, breakfast and lunch even though I’d been awake all night with baby. But I was to be grateful because he worked and was holding it down financially for us. I also had a job to do. If I didn’t have the house cleaned when he got home, I was a lazy slob who enjoyed living in a mess.
Year 1.5 postpartum: new baby, our 4 year old son still adjusting to the change and having behavioral issues. Him screaming in his face and making him pee on himself. Also just being incredibly rough with him when he’s mad and him telling me he’s not raising a pussy.
1 month ago: getting ready in our room for a holiday party I was excited about. Was in my room singing excitedly and being a goof as I got dressed, him coming in asking wtf an I doing? I said I was excited to have an evening without kids finally. He told me to fucking stop because I was acting like a child and being annoying.
Making me feel confident quitting my job only to threaten to not pay the mortgage unless I put his name on my house, which I’ve said not until we’re married. Continuously fighting about it even when I’ve told him I’m not changing my mind.
Every tantrum he has when he doesn’t get his way.
Every demeaning comment he makes like if I clean the kitchen but miss a spot on the counter, or don’t mop the floors the way he prefers.
Giving me $80 a week for groceries and expecting me to feed a family of 5 on that and if I don’t, I’m not doing a good enough job.
Him leaving for hunting trips for 3+ days and me supporting him and encouraging him even though I was having vertigo spells and anxiety attacks, but when I wanted to go to dinner with friends I’m hassled about it.
I don’t know why I’m still here. I have it in my mind that I’m finding my voice again and won’t just curl up and take it, rather I’ll be more vocal when he’s exhibiting abusive behaviors. But once I start making my own money again, I can’t say that I’ll try as hard to make this work. I truly never thought this would be the type of relationship we’d have. The arguing every day. The filtering what I say to hopefully not trigger an outburst by him. The emotional and verbal abuse toward my middle son.
I’m less excited about things. Dates nights are hard for me to enjoy. I love him still. But I definitely do not like him and his character. I’m not sure how much longer I can fake it. This isn’t a thriving relationship even with all the plans we have. What’s a new car or a big new house if you’re celebrating those wins with someone you don’t respect?
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2023.02.02 21:01 corndoggoddess Any suggestions for a more unique/alt haircut?

I’m really struggling with my hair because I want a more interesting style, but everything I would like to get done is MUCH more fitting for people with straight or wavy hair (example being a jellyfish cut).
I’d greatly prefer to keep it around the length of a bob/lob because I have a round face + full cheeks and anything shorter than that will not compliment my facial structure. An undercut with hair that hangs off the side is unfortunately an absolute NO go. I don’t want to grow it out too long because I do cosplay and I can barely get my head to fit a wig in the first place. I also cannot and will not do any form of braids.
As for my “routine”, I don’t have enough motivation to get crazy with it. I wash it whenever I can with the Flawless shampoo and conditioner, rinse that stuff out and then use the curl defining cream after I’m out and just let it dry like that, which is honestly the best thing that’s worked for me in awhile!
If anyone has suggestions, they are GREATLY appreciated!! I know there’s probably not that much else I can do, but I’m desperate/bored and thought this subreddit may be able to assist me in my dilemma with self expression that’s safe and healthy for my hair. Thank you in advance!
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2023.02.02 20:59 Ok_Dot_6032 How should I get my waves back

I've bleached and dyed my hair at least up to 20 times in the past 2 years so my hairs extremely damaged I've always had wavey hair with curls in certain areas but recently my hairs been getting really badly fizzy and just flat is there any hair products that could help/bring them back (I'm using lorial damaged hair shampoo/conditioner)
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2023.02.02 20:53 milkiastic The best thing for my hard-to-manage wavy hair: at-home rosemary oil!

Thought I'd share the literal hair-saver I've discovered.
For context, I've always had super thick 2b/2c hair, the type where combs would get stuck in it. Starting in November, I started embracing the waves, instead of ironing them out all the time. Now, I got rosemary oil recommended to me by my grandmother back in december, and it is a game-changer.
I decided to make it for myself, I put rosemary and olive oil together, warmed it up (didn't boil!) then let it sit overnight. After that, I'd put it on my scalp as pre-shampoo treatment, then wash it out. I've been applying it weekly for two months now, and oh my God, it is SO GOOD. I didn't see results immediately, only after the first 2-3 uses.
It has made my hair shinier, my curls consistent, and it just looks so much more wavy. No conditioner or shampoo has made my hair this beautiful and fresh.
Definitely give it a try if you have unmanageable wavy hair, or want a good pre-shampoo treatment!
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2023.02.02 20:45 Queasy_Air9668 Originally I was suppose to have gotten the rosin after telling the guy “rosin” a few times and still made a mistake 🤦‍♂️might go for the rosin to use on the proxy once it’s here

Originally I was suppose to have gotten the rosin after telling the guy “rosin” a few times and still made a mistake 🤦‍♂️might go for the rosin to use on the proxy once it’s here submitted by Queasy_Air9668 to MDEnts [link] [comments]

2023.02.02 20:40 razbodan0012 Looking at a Penrose Diagram - what would the flow of time/information look like if two points could communicate through some "fantastical/impossible" means on different sides of the event horizon in a different universe?

I am writing a science-fiction / fantasy novel that I admit is not important to the fundamental premise of the question from a conceptual point I think, in the plot a character creates a proxy through "impossible magic / technological" means that allows them to cross an event horizon knowing that physically going themselves they could never return to gather information about another universe, but its inspired by Cyclical cosmology, but also Penrose's idea of conformal cyclic cosmology and civilizaitons in different Aeons. This may be an unanswerable question as it effectively borderlines on time travel nonsense. I looked at a Reissner-Nordström Penrose diagram to try and figure this out.
So question formulated better
How could we conceptualize the flow of time from Point A and Point B if it is even possible to conceptualize ?
As far as I understand the dimensions of space and time flip at the event horizon, but this is what I struggle to wrap my head around, if its even possible to conceptualize what time would look like if you could access some new dimension to transfer the infromation. We look at interstellar and we have a scenario where the team is gone for hours and it ends up being decades passed on the space station the ship departed from but as you approach the event horizon and cross even if you could send information back it would approach infinite information ?
What I believe understand so far
Even if it is practically impossible is there a way to conceptualize/visualize how the information might come through from Point A in Universe A to Point B in Universe B, would it come in reverse ? or would it be almost entirely undecipherable.
I asked the same question on sciencefiction but I feel its better formulated here and is still somewhat relevant to physics alone, apologies if this is not a useful or good question.
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2023.02.02 20:35 TheKingofKaos 22 [M4F] Southern US/Anywhere. Smart-alec, dark humored Big Boi trying to not to be single for another Valentines.

Hey. I'm Jordan and what I'm looking for someone willing to deal with my dark jokes and all the memes I'll send you. I also play video games on Xbox or Switch and sometimes I like to stream. Most of my free time is spent watching YouTube videos or learning useless information that will never help me, especially weird bits of history. I am basically a fun fact factory. I dabble in art. I will never claim to be good at it.
I am 6'1. I am larger than average around the waist and no where else. Long black hair with natural curls that are my burden. No tattoos, but completely open to them. I don't smoke, I drink rarely, and winner's don't use drugs, unless it's steroids in which case they use lots of drugs.
What I want in a relationship is to be able to support one another emotionally. Keep each others spirits high when we fall with some light hearted banter. Self depricating humor is my specialty, but I also like to trade jabs in the friendliest way. I am a very open person that will tell you when things may not be going so well.
Will be working after I post this, so no offense if response if slow.
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2023.02.02 20:35 MustacheMaestro Issue creating proxies for vertical video using Premiere Pro/Media Encoder 2023.

System: MacBook Air with Apple M1 chip, 8 GB unified memory
Software: MacOS Ventura 13.0.1, Premiere Pro and Media Encoder both v.23.1
Footage Specs: h.264, captured on CFExpress Type A in Sony FX30, trying to create Apple ProRes 422 Proxies
I am trying to create proxies for vertical videos to ease my editing process for 4k vertical video on MacOS (sick of editing lag when making even the shortest social media videos).
The standard proxy workflow frames the vertical video inside a 16:9 frame and then squeezes that frame to fit 9:16. All tutorials I could find on how to create proxies specifically for vertical video rely on an older version of Media Encoder, and I am using 2023.
Piecing together bits of various old tutorials, I used Media Encoder 23 to creat an Ingest Proxy file with the video settings that I want (720x1280 in this case) and then copied the preset to the Premiere program folder named "Ingest Presets".
Then, in Premiere, I did the following: Select File >> Right Click >> "Proxy" >> "Create Proxies" >> "Add Ingest Preset" >> Select my custom Ingest Preset.
I get various error messages. When trying to add the Ingest Preset from the Premiere file path, the error says "There is already a file by the same name, do you want to overwrite it? Y/N". Selecting "Yes" results in another message bubble saying premiere cannot do that.
Attempting to add the Ingest Preset from its original location in Media Encoder 23, Premiere says that it is and Encoding Preset, not an Ingest Preset.
Looking for any advice, relevant tutorials, and general troubleshooting. Would have made a more concise post with screenshots, but this sub doesn't allow multiple images in the same post.
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2023.02.02 20:28 MorroccoMethod It is possible to stop hair loss naturally.

Many people who are losing hair get desperate and decide to undergo dangerous and costly drug and surgical interventions.. which can further cause more damage from dangerous side effects.
The good news is that a lot of excessive hair loss can be cured 100% naturally, without any chemicals or expensive procedures.
The Most Common Causes of Hair Loss:
Hair Styling Tight braids, ponytails, and hair extensions can damage your follicles, inhibiting your body’s ability to produce new strands of hair. A relatively simple way to prevent hair loss is to adopt elegant hairstyles, naturally flowing and honoring your unique hair type. Loose braids and buns along with ponytail holders that can accommodate thicker hair will help prevent excessive strain on the scalp and follicles. Letting your hair down regularly also reduces stress on the strands.
Heating tools for straightening and curling can dehydrate and weaken your hair leading to brittleness, split ends, and loss of hair volume. Finding natural alternatives can greatly prevent hair loss.
When it comes to brushing or combing your hair, avoid doing so while your hair is wet, vulnerable, and prone to breakage. Be sure to brush your hair only when it is completely dry.
Scalp Disorders The causes of scalp disorders can range from immune system imbalances to damage caused by the hairstyling practices mentioned earlier and the use of toxic hair care products. Adopting a lifestyle inclusive of healthy living practices and all-natural skin and hair products containing powerful antifungal and antimicrobial properties can help regulate, heal, and prevent many hair and scalp ailments including dandruff, psoriasis, ringworm, and even lice. Helping to restore your scalp and hair to optimum health is within grasp and is the most effective way to reverse hair loss.
Chemical Exposure Exposing your vibrant and living hair and scalp to chemicals is a great contributor to scalp disorders and loss of hair. Many artificial dyes, chemical hair relaxers, parabens, silicones, and artificial fragrances haven’t been tested for safety and strip the hair of naturally occurring oils, which help protect the hair and prevent hair loss. Even some organic hair and skincare products include unnecessary and harmful chemicals that damage the hair despite an individuals’ best efforts to live an otherwise healthy lifestyle. We at Morrocco Method recommend you research the ingredients in your hair and skincare products! We pride ourselves in providing all-natural, vegan, paleo, and organic products free from any harmful chemicals that could counteract or inhibit hair and scalp health.
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2023.02.02 20:24 sanpoke18 Incorrect Observability in GCP ASM (Managed Istio)

Incorrect Observability in GCP ASM (Managed Istio)
New to the world of Istio, we are using managed Anthos service mesh on our GKE cluster. We have a service called pgbouncer deployed which is a connection pooler for PostgreSQL, we have few internal applications which connect to the pgbouncer service (pgbouncer.pgbouncer.svc.cluster.local) to access PostgreSQL DB.
Istio-proxy logs on pgbouncer pod:

[2023-02-02T17:30:11.633Z] "- - -" 0 - - - "-" 1649 1970 7 - "-" "-" "-" "-" "" inbound5432 outbound_.5432_._.pgbouncer.pgbouncer.svc.cluster.local -
[2023-02-02T17:30:11.654Z] "- - -" 0 - - - "-" 1645 1968 8 - "-" "-" "-" "-" "" inbound5432 outbound_.5432_._.pgbouncer.pgbouncer.svc.cluster.local -
[2023-02-02T17:30:11.674Z] "- - -" 0 - - - "-" 1647 1970 7 - "-" "-" "-" "-" "" inbound5432 outbound_.5432_._.pgbouncer.pgbouncer.svc.cluster.local -
[2023-02-02T17:30:11.696Z] "- - -" 0 - - - "-" 1647 1968 7 - "-" "-" "-" "-" "" inbound5432 outbound_.5432_._.pgbouncer.pgbouncer.svc.cluster.local -
[2023-02-02T17:30:11.716Z] "- - -" 0 - - - "-" 1646 1970 8 - "-" "-" "-" "-" "" inbound5432 outbound_.5432_._.pgbouncer.pgbouncer.svc.cluster.local -
[2023-02-02T17:30:11.738Z] "- - -" 0 - - - "-" 1644 1968 7 - "-" "-" "-" "-" "" inbound5432 outbound_.5432_._.pgbouncer.pgbouncer.svc.cluster.local -
[2023-02-02T17:30:11.757Z] "- - -" 0 - - - "-" 1649 1970 7 - "-" "-" "-" "-" "" inbound5432 outbound_.5432_._.pgbouncer.pgbouncer.svc.cluster.local -
[2023-02-02T17:30:11.777Z] "- - -" 0 - - - "-" 1644 1968 9 - "-" "-" "-" "-" "" inbound5432 outbound_.5432_._.pgbouncer.pgbouncer.svc.cluster.local -
[2023-02-02T17:30:11.800Z] "- - -" 0 - - - "-" 1646 1970 8 - "-" "-" "-" "-" "" inbound5432 outbound_.5432_._.pgbouncer.pgbouncer.svc.cluster.local - pgbouncer pod IP ingress gateway Pod IP (not sure how the gateway is used here, as the internal apps hit pgbouncer.pgbouncer.svc.cluster.local)
Logs clearly show that there are inbound requests from internal apps.
but when we visualise the kaili kinda view provided by GCP we notice that the source to the pgbouncer service is unknown.

We were in the notion that the sources will be the list of internal apps hitting the pgbouncer to reflect in the above connected graph for pgbouncer service.
Also checked the PromQL istio_requests_total{ app_kubernetes_io_instance="pgbouncer"}to get the number of requests and source.
istio_requests_total{app_kubernetes_io_instance="pgbouncer", app_kubernetes_io_name="pgbouncer", cluster="gcp-np-001", connection_security_policy="none", destination_app="unknown", destination_canonical_revision="latest", destination_canonical_service="pgbouncer", destination_cluster="cn-g-asia-southeast1-g-gke-non-prod-001", destination_principal="unknown", destination_service="pgbouncer", destination_service_name="InboundPassthroughClusterIpv4", destination_service_namespace="pgbouncer", destination_version="unknown", destination_workload="pgbouncer", destination_workload_namespace="pgbouncer", instance="", job="kubernetes-pods", kubernetes_namespace="pgbouncer", kubernetes_pod_name="pgbouncer-86f5448f69-qgpll", pod_template_hash="86f5448f69", reporter="destination", request_protocol="http", response_code="200", response_flags="-", security_istio_io_tlsMode="istio", service_istio_io_canonical_name="pgbouncer", service_istio_io_canonical_revision="latest", source_app="unknown", source_canonical_revision="latest", source_canonical_service="unknown", source_cluster="unknown", source_principal="unknown", source_version="unknown", source_workload="unknown", source_workload_namespace="unknown"}

Here source is again unknown, we have many request coming in from the internal apps which doesn't reflect in the promql or kaili kinda view. Not sure why the
is mentioned as passthrough ? Any insights is appreciated !
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2023.02.02 20:17 AlexHimself Invoke-WebRequest being defeated by CloudFlare? Work around?

I have to travel for work and am looking for a furnished rental using, but their site's search is crappy so I wanted to just scrape certain things so I could better find what I was looking for, but I'm not able to even initially request the site using Invoke-WebRequest?!
Now I don't care about my original task and I just want to solve this puzzle of connecting.
From an In-Private MS Edge window, using the developer tab I record the very first request and Copy as PowerShell and it is this:
$session = New-Object Microsoft.PowerShell.Commands.WebRequestSession $session.UserAgent = "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/ Safari/537.36 Edg/109.0.1518.70" Invoke-WebRequest -UseBasicParsing -Uri "" ` -WebSession $session ` -Headers @{ "Accept"="text/html,application/xhtml+xml,application/xml;q=0.9,image/webp,image/apng,*/*;q=0.8,application/signed-exchange;v=b3;q=0.9" "Accept-Encoding"="gzip, deflate" "Accept-Language"="en-US,en;q=0.9" "Upgrade-Insecure-Requests"="1" } 
Which results in (403) Forbidden.'
Repeating the same steps with FireFox produces a slightly different PowerShell, but it doesn't work either.
It seems like CloudFlare is somehow able to also detect when I'm using a proxy because I can't even navigate to the website when Fiddler is active and -Proxy "" doesn't provide any additional information.
Somehow, I was able to get it working once yesterday and logged in, but now I can't even establish the session?
It feels like there is some unique browser detail that is being stripped from the autogenerated PowerShell that CloudFlare can detect is absent and blocks it.
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2023.02.02 20:11 SmithMano Setting Up SSL - "SSL Cert Hash" Meaning?

I'm trying to set up an SSL certificate in Sonarr. I've already done it with all my other local network services, but I haven't seen anything use an SSL Cert Hash instead of a cert file or at least a private cert key.
Can someone explain how to use the hash setting, or at least point in the direction for what it's supposed to do? I do know what a hash is btw.
Note: Right now I don't want to set up a reverse proxy. I'll probably learn that later, but right now I'm setting stuff up with certificates as an exercise I guess you could say, so I want to understand how this setting works. Plus I'm only going to ever access these services on a local network so I don't need to access anything from outside my network.
Update: I was able to figure it out. I basically followed the steps this guy tried, except it worked fine for me:
In summary, what you do is generate the self signed certificate like you normally would, but then import it into the Windows cert store. Then the hash (aka "Thumprint") basically "points" to the certificate you want Sonarr to use within the cert store.
You can do this by searching the start menu for "Manage Computer Certificates". Then I went into the "Personal">"Certificates" folder and imported the certificate into there by right clicking and hitting "All Tasks" > "Import", then going through the steps. I had exported it as a PKCS#12 file with a password, which contained the cert chain and private key.
Then after it was imported, I right clicked it > Open > Details > Then select "Thumbprint". The thumprint is the hash that Sonarr is asking for. So I just copied the hash into Sonarr. Important note: You may then have to stop and run Sonarr as administrator at least once before it will actually work for whatever reason.
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2023.02.02 20:10 ImADudeDuh 2022 Ultimate Rate (RENAISSANCE vs. Midnights vs. SOS)


2022 was a crazy year. Will Smith slapped Chris Rock, we all played a single word game every day, The Queen died, the internet exposed themselves as still being Try Guys fans, Pink Sauce allegedly killed people, Harry Styles spit on Chris Pine while wearing ugly outfits, Jack Harlow got a 2.9 from Pitchfork, Lea Michelle still couldn't read, people threw soup at a painting, Rihanna RELEASED NEW MUSIC??, Liz Truss lost a race to a head of lettuce, Kim Petras got a #1 hit, Ticketmaster might finally be coming to an end, Britney was freed, being a fan of 'Running Up That Hill' made you a basic bitch, nepo babies got offended at being called nepo babies, we all had to #BeReal, Heidi Klum dressed as a worm, Twitter was ruined by it's new owner, Normani still has the name for her album y'all, and wildest of all: Meghan Trainor somehow made a comeback.
Oh, and 3 ladies released music we'll be rating.


written by u/impla77
I’m that girl It’s just that I’m that girl
A Beyoncé release is always going to feel like an Event, a solo Beyoncé album, the first since 2016’s colossus Lemonade, exponentially more so. Of course this album was massive, especially since streaming was not shackled to Tidal (perhaps the Monkey’s Paw curled, however, as Renaissance also differs greatly from Lemonade in its current quantity of visuals).
Renaissance is a post-lockdown explosion of expertly crafted dance music, with songs seamlessly flowing all throughout the album, transporting the listener to a club with a fantastic live DJ (even someone like me, who seldom ventures into a club). Taking inspiration from decades of black and queer pioneers, Renaissance is a indulgent celebration of the freeing nature of dance music, filled with apt samples, superstar production and an unrelenting energy throughout. This is not to say Beyoncé herself is lost in this lush mix- far from it- as her presence dominates on every track.
This seems to be a great time to be part of the Beyhive, with this album being only act 1 of a trilogy that will hopefully be prime Ultimate fodder for the foreseeable future. But will Renaissance be sitting ‘COZY’ on top of this rate?
  2. COZY
  4. CUFF IT
  10. MOVE
  11. HEATED
  12. THIQUE
For a more detailed look at Renaissance on a track by track basis, I highly recommend checking out the brilliant AOTY writeup by u/darjeelingdarkroast

Taylor Swift- Midnights (3am edition)

written by u/impla77
Please note that Hits Different is (still!) not on streaming, so check it out HERE. If this link has gone down, please let us know!
Best believe I’m still Bejeweled When I walk through the room I can still make the whole place shimmer
In between rerecording her old albums, racking up frequent flier miles, releasing way too many remixes, and perennially neglecting evermore (something popheads rates is also guilty of), Taylor has found time to bless us with another 20 songs of slick production, catchy melodies and enough lyrical content for Swifties to sink their teeth into until Speak Now TV comes out. Turning back from her pandemic albums that comprise significantly of less autobiographical songs, Midnights is a loose concept album focusing on the reasons for Taylor’s sleepless nights. Whether this is reflecting upon past relationships, current relationships or Taylor’s image with the media and fans, Midnights is consistently reflective, pondering topics from a more distant time perspective than usually seen in her previous albums.
Taylor is inarguably the most talked about artist in popheads at this point. Whatever you think about her, any pophead can’t wait to bring her up, no matter the context (I am very guilty of this). Whether it be seemingly innocuous threads being locked, history being made, or the infamous leak thread, Taylor Swift truly remains the it girl (as she remarks in Karma ‘Ask me why so many fade, but I’m still here’).
The release of her 10th studio album may be a feat that many other artists want to emulate, due to its huge commercial success. Announced in a awards speech around two months before the release date, a conventional single release before the album drop was not needed, as all Taylor needed to do to build unbelievable amounts of hype for was dripfeed song titles and reveal lyrics on billboards around the world. This strategy paid dividends, with Midnights receiving both commercial and critical success. However, the final ‘Question…?’ remains to be asked.. can Midnights pull through a rate win up against other titan albums of 2022?
  1. Lavender Haze
  2. Maroon
  3. Anti-Hero
  4. Snow On The Beach
  5. You’re On Your Own, Kid
  6. Midnight Rain
  7. Question…?
  8. Vigilante Shit
  9. Bejewled
  10. Labyrinth
  11. Karma
  12. Sweet Nothing
  13. Mastermind
  14. The Great War
  15. Bigger Than The Whole Sky
  16. Paris
  17. High Infidelity
  18. Glitch
  19. Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve
  20. Dear Reader
  21. Hits Different
Make sure to check out the AOTY writeup by u/CarlieScion for deeper analysis, as well as highlighting a few personal favourites!


written by u/ImADudeDuh
I don't want none, I just want you If I can't have you, no one should
Solána Imani Rowe is a very interesting musician. First coming to prominence thanks to a feature on Consideration by Rihanna, Solána (more commonly known as SZA) dropped her debut studio album CTRL on June 9, 2017. While acclaimed and successful on it’s debut, throughout the next 5 years it’s acclaim and success has only grown. CTRL is currently on it’s 294th week on the Billboard 200 chart, and has been named one of the best albums of the 2010s by acclaimed publications like Billboard, Pitchfork, Stereogum, and non-acclaimed publications like Rolling Stone. Everyone waited with baited breath to listen to her next project, and on June 9, 2022 we finally got to hear it.
Several deluxe album tracks.
But in reality, that's not fair to SZA, as she's been vocal about her and her label having disagreements when it comes to releasing her music. Plus, she dropped plenty of loosies and features in that 5 years. Notably tracks like All The Stars, Good Days, I Hate U, and collaborations with artists such as Justin Timberlake, Doja Cat, Doechii, and DJ Khaled multiple times for some reason. And finally, after a very long wait, SZA revealed in a Billboard cover story in November 2022, that the album was completed and would officially be titled ‘SOS,’ with release planned for the next month. Fans were ecstatic to get an official album title, and even more ecstatic when SZA confirmed on SNL that the album would be coming December 9, 2022. For real this time!
SOS was a very big step for SZA. The project showed her songwriting in a different angle than in CTRL and saw her dabbling in genres such as alt rock, hip-hop, and country. SZA leans even deeper into her personal writing, sharing more heartbreak than on her last album and dealing with it in ways that range from mature to fantasies of killing their ex. With so much praise and success this album has already received, it's not hard to imagine this becoming a modern classic much like CTRL. However, will the raters greet this album with 'Open Arms' or will they say 'I Hate U'?
  1. SOS
  2. Kill Bill
  3. Seek & Destroy
  4. Low
  5. Love Language
  6. Blind
  7. Used
  8. Snooze
  9. Notice Me
  10. Gone Girl
  11. Smoking on my Ex Pack
  12. Ghost in the Machine
  13. F2F
  14. Nobody Gets Me
  15. Conceited
  16. Special
  17. Too Late
  18. Far
  19. Shirt
  20. Open Arms
  21. I Hate U
  22. Good Days
  23. Forgiveless
For a more detailed look at SOS by analyzing it's major themes, I recommend checking out the AOTY writeup by u/Awkward_King

Bonus Rate

There isn't one! Be glad we aren't asking you guys to rate Hit Different, Beautiful (with DJ Khaled & Future), Carolina, [insert Anti-Hero remix here], Break My Soul (Queens Remix), and Be Alive together.

Rules & Instructions

  • You must listen to and score every song in the main rate. Ballots with missing scores will not be accepted.
  • Your scores must be on a scale from 1 to 10 and can include one decimal place but no more. So 8.2 is fine but 8.25 is not.
  • You may give one song in the whole main rate a score of 11 and one other a score of 0 so, if you want to award these scores, save them for your favorite and least favorite songs in the rate respectively.
  • We encourage you to leave comments of your general thoughts or reasoning behind your scores on any songs you wish. If you choose to do so however, they must be in this format, simply leaving one space after your score:
ALIEN SUPERSTAR: 2 Gonna be UNIQUE and give this a bad score
Any other format such as:
Anti-Hero: everybody is an ugly adult to me (6)
Kill Bill: 9 - I don’t condone violence, unless it slays!
will get your ballot rejected.
  • If you'd like to leave a comment on any of the albums as a whole they must be formatted like this, leaving colon then a space after the album title, for example:
Album: SOS: -. .. -.-. .
  • Your ballot must be formatted exactly like the template in the message link sent to u/ImADudeDuh so make sure you use it or the template in the backup pastebin for your scores to be accepted.
  • Your scores will not be confidential and will be revealed, along with any comments, with your username attached.
  • PLEASE DO NOT SABOTAGE the rate by giving outrageously low/high scores for the sole purpose of skewing the results (example: if you average for one album is a 9.52, and the other two are 3.65) we reserve the right to exclude any ballot we suspect of this. However, as we are in a special situation where this rate includes 3 albums of very different genres, we will understand some overall differences. If you're worried your scores could be mistakenly perceived as sabotage, leaving comments explaining the reasoning behind them will be a big help in beating the sabotage accusations. (Leaving comments for your 11 and 0 are HIGHLY encouraged!)
  • If you want to change any of your scores or comments after you've already submitted your ballot, feel free to message me before the deadline either here on reddit or find me or my cohost u/impla77 in the Popheads Discord.

Due Date

Sometime in March

Reveal Date

Sometime later in March
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Pastebin of ballot
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