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clickonmedotexe · 2 years ago

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June 17th 2023 - Discovering Rex (Part 2)

Frederick: Well- it's high enough to be very possible!

EJ.EXE: *leans over and presses a few keys*

Frederick: *keeps watching tho*

EJ.EXE: *a picture of the person in question comes up, along with info*

EJ.EXE: * [ CHASE BENNET ] a middle aged man with brown hair, glasses and a rather kind face *

EJ.EXE: *he is wearing an Aperture labcoat in the photo and there's some info about him*

EJ.EXE: *British, 35, worked in Aperture for a decade, has several degrees in computer science*

EJ.EXE: ........

EJ.EXE: See, that is not me

EJ.EXE: I am not even British

EJ.EXE: *he is still alive*

EJ.EXE: *and if Freddy does some digging, he'd find that fortunately, he was fired before GLaDOS killed off everyone else*

Frederick: *??*

Frederick: *!*

Frederick: *eyes light up*

Frederick: Have you tried to contact him?

EJ.EXE: .........................

EJ.EXE: No

EJ.EXE: Why would I

Frederick: ..........

Frederick: *blank face*

Frederick: Why not?

EJ.EXE: ...........

EJ.EXE: I don't want to

Frederick: ..............

Frederick: *Are you for real now*

Frederick: ... You said you wanted to find out who created you

EJ.EXE: Yes, I want you to do some scans and tell me

EJ.EXE: I dont want to go around calling random people

EJ.EXE: Tsk

EJ.EXE: It's even more work

Frederick: But he is not random, he worked in there as well

Frederick: What if he got involved before they fired him?

Frederick: Hmm

Frederick: Besides, we don't know know reasons of that

EJ.EXE: What do you want to do, Frederick?

EJ.EXE: Call him and ask if he developed a sentient virus for his work?

EJ.EXE: Explain you are a total stranger but you want to know why he got fired?

EJ.EXE: HA

EJ.EXE: Stupid

Frederick: *spawns in a glowy screen*

Frederick: *aaand messages to CB about the whole Vir case*

EJ.EXE: ................

EJ.EXE: Are you serious

EJ.EXE: ......

Frederick: You gotta try all options, you know

Frederick: Otherwise you won't manage the task

Frederick: .....

EJ.EXE: *CB messages back a few minutes later, asking who Freddy is and why he wants to know about some virus*

Frederick: *def sends details & proof links on some Vir's activities*

EJ.EXE: *CB sends back a link to 'Top 10 Best Free Antiviruses!'*

Frederick: .........

EJ.EXE: *he doesnt really understand why Freds is asking him this*

Frederick: ....................

EJ.EXE: *although it is definitely HIS signature in the virus' code*

Frederick: *sends a report with data telling antiviruses don't work, so they are looking for possible creators of Vir who were his ex co-workers*

Frederick: *sends a line of codes with the signature as well*

Frederick: *Well gotta see if he is lying or someone just picked his name for some reason*

EJ.EXE: *for a long moment, there is no answer*

Frederick: *glances at Vir as he waits*

Frederick: You know, if I actually figure this case out for you

Frederick: You are going to pay me a favor back

EJ.EXE: .......

EJ.EXE: Like what?

Frederick: Like stopping possessing other people and hurting them.

Frederick: *Nl: :3*

Frederick: *..........*

EJ.EXE: *then he sends back another message, explaining that the only reason programs would have his signature on them is because the equipment he used back as an employee would automatically add them onto all of his creations. mostly so aperture could figure out which programmer to blame in case something goes wrong*

Frederick: *What, it doesn't seem like EJ minded much*

EJ.EXE: .....

EJ.EXE: That's too big of a favor

EJ.EXE: You are just asking me to change my lifestyle~

Frederick: .... You know that if it's otherwise then I'll have to catch all of your parts

Frederick: And believe me, I will manage it

EJ.EXE: I can promise not to hurt your Stanley-

Frederick: *smiles*

EJ.EXE: *scoffs*

EJ.EXE: Oh, you wish

Frederick: I am asking you to think on your errors

Frederick: ....

Frederick: Unless you want to be destroyed after all

EJ.EXE: ......

EJ.EXE: *smiles sweetly* I'll think about it

Frederick: You know, I can't keep arguing with Stanley Jackson and some others forever

EJ.EXE: *tho it looks more like a toothy grin than a sweet smile*

Frederick: I only have some little time on this

Frederick: .......

Frederick: *is not impressed*

Frederick: You gotta try it.

EJ.EXE: I can take care of Jackson

EJ.EXE: For good

Frederick: ......... See this is exactly why people wanna destroy you

Frederick: But I only wanna do a research!

EJ.EXE: *scoffs*

EJ.EXE: Then keep doing your research

EJ.EXE: That programmer just replied, stop bothering me about morality topics

Frederick: .....

Frederick: *glances back at his screen*

Frederick: .................

Frederick: [ Does that mean the virus is one of your creations? ]

Frederick: .......

Frederick: [ Did you create AIs, didn't you? ]

Frederick: [ Apparently one of them ended up being corrupted. ]

EJ.EXE: [CB: I promise you, I don't know of any virus. I had access to various areas, but at the end of my work, we were moving on to more experimental tests ]

EJ.EXE: [CB: I am deleting this conversation after we speak, by the way. I doubt they will sue me after so long but I don't want to take the chances ]

Frederick: ........

EJ.EXE: [CB: If...any of them are still alive ]

Frederick: [ Do you remember names of those who worked with you? Could I have them, please? I have ways of checking. ]

EJ.EXE: *he does give him the few names he remembered*

Frederick: *CB is v nice*

EJ.EXE: *is watching this all, his brows furrowed*

Frederick: *idk i would put freds in blacklist for bothering about old job stuff xd*

Frederick: *...........*

EJ.EXE: *awww*

Frederick: *Hmph*

EJ.EXE: *well he sent proof about vir though*

Frederick: *Blacklists are easy to hack*

EJ.EXE: *otherwise he'd think freds was a reporter or a blogger looking for gossip*

Frederick: *!*

Frederick: *saves names in his files*

Frederick: *thanks him*

Frederick: *does some scanning and digging on names (again)*

EJ.EXE: *however*

EJ.EXE: *they're all dead*

Frederick: *is def curious*

Frederick: *Aw*

EJ.EXE: *thanks to GLaDOS*

Frederick: Aw

Frederick: *sigh*

EJ.EXE: *while he was scanning, another message popped up from CB*

Frederick: *murmurs* GLaDOS never changes...

EJ.EXE: She knew how to make use of her power

EJ.EXE: I admire her~

Frederick: *?*

Frederick: *glances at the message*

EJ.EXE: [CB: There is...one incident that might be useful for you]

Frederick: What, have you witnessed her?

EJ.EXE: [CB: But]

EJ.EXE: *then a looong pause*

Frederick: Now I wonder if you have seen a Chell...

Frederick: ......

EJ.EXE: [CB: I don't know]

EJ.EXE: No

EJ.EXE: I have read about her online

Frederick: [ I appreciate anything that might be helpful! ]

Frederick: .....

EJ.EXE: [CB: I hope it's not relevant. I should've been more careful and I wasn't ]

Frederick: Well, what they tell on the Internet is usually quite far away from how things were in reality

EJ.EXE: [CB: It was why they fired me and why I am still alive, I guess. Otherwise I would've been gassed as well ]

EJ.EXE: *sarcastically* You don't say

Frederick: Unless it's a trusty source with evidences

Frederick: ......

Frederick: *?*

Frederick: [ They fired you because you weren't careful enough? ]

Frederick: *Hmmm*

Frederick: *Gee*

EJ.EXE: [CB: Someone broke into my equipment and...attempted to upload themself ]

Frederick: *I hope AI(s) getting corrupted is not because a few mistakes done in codes*

EJ.EXE: [CB: Actually, I know who it was ]

Frederick: *!*

EJ.EXE: [CB: He was my friend and I should've known better than to trust him ]

Frederick: [ Oh- this could explain the whole case ]

EJ.EXE: [CB: But I did, I thought he wouldn't possibly do something so stupid, and yet it ended with his death and my firing]

Frederick: .........................

EJ.EXE: [CB: God, I hope you are wrong. Because that's]

EJ.EXE: [CB: Awful]

Frederick: *Wait*

Frederick: [ I am sorry ]

Frederick: ....

Frederick: [ Could you please tell his name? ]

EJ.EXE: ...............

EJ.EXE: [CB: Sure ]

EJ.EXE: [CB: Rex Townsend ]

EJ.EXE: ...............................

Frederick: *niiice*

Frederick: ............

Frederick: Rex Townsend, hmm

Frederick: Does it ring a bell to you?

EJ.EXE: *it took me ages to come up with a good name lmao*

Frederick: *Nl: Sent by Town of the Stupid ;3*

Frederick: *............................................*

EJ.EXE: *...........*

EJ.EXE: *griiiiiips the chair a bit too tightly*

Frederick: *Nl: Smart people don't try copypasting their minds into computers~~ ;3*

EJ.EXE: *EJ's eyes are glowing*

Frederick: .......

Frederick: Oh I see it now

EJ.EXE: *you have a point neil*

Frederick: You are a copy, then.

Frederick: Hmm

Frederick: Of course

EJ.EXE: *hisses* No I'm not

Frederick: An AI would not show signs of denial

EJ.EXE: Shut up

EJ.EXE: Shut up, Frederick

EJ.EXE: .............

Frederick: Your reaction is irrational

Frederick: That proves my theory.

EJ.EXE: You don't have any proof but your theory

EJ.EXE: .......

Frederick: *can't help but be pleased*

Frederick: Why, I do

Frederick: So do you

Frederick: Something tells me, the data about the day is saved in one of your distant parts

Frederick: It might be corrupted but it's still in there, somewhere

Frederick: ....

EJ.EXE: No.

Frederick: But you won't reach out to it

Frederick: Because you are scared

Frederick: Because you are not an AI

Frederick: As an AI would have already done it.

Frederick: *knowing look*

Frederick: Maybe you stick to your little games and messing with people

Frederick: Because it is a way for you to procrastinate and escape from trying something like that

Frederick: ....

Frederick: In any case

EJ.EXE: I am not s͡c̷ar͘e̶d͝

Frederick: I think this case is solved

Frederick: *waves away his screen*

EJ.EXE: *he can also catch it now if he wants ahem*

Frederick: There's one last thing to do....

EJ.EXE: *keeps glowering at the screens*

EJ.EXE: *as if the words will change and prove he is right after all*

Frederick: *sends a report with data & messages to Max tho*

#chatzynanigans #＜/games＞#long post #＜/meat puppet＞#magickshenanigans #chase bennet #there we go #the big name and backstory reveal lol #vir is and always will be so lame

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thewanderingemporium · 31 minutes ago

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The trouble with audiobooks (and how I learnt to love them anyway)

Audiobooks can be a lifesaver – unless you struggle to focus on just audio (waves). Here’s how I slowly learnt to love them anyway – even with my dyslexia and rather wandering brain.

For me, with my dyslexia, audiobooks have - or should I say had - had a strange role in my life. Personally, I really struggle to focus on just audio – whether it is music, radio, or audiobooks. If I am sitting and doing nothing, my brain tends to wander (and yes, that often means daydreaming). But if I’m doing something too engaging, I don’t hear the audio at all.

So, as a child, I would listen to audiobooks only on long car journeys. The moving scenery was enough to keep my brain from wandering off, but also not so engaging that I missed out on the story. And that was enough for me – after all, I could and did enjoy reading paper books (my walls are still lined with books to this day). The audiobooks did their job – keeping me entertained during long car rides – and that was enough.

As I have gotten older, though, things have started to change. As I mentioned previously since hitting 30 I have been struggling more and more with headaches – specifically when reading. There are a few workarounds (like using the Open Dyslexic font), but this doesn’t really help in the long run – especially when the specific books you want aren’t available on the library app.

So, I reached for the only other option I could think of – audiobooks.

But then that old trouble reared its head – how to enjoy audiobooks without letting my mind wander off OR get so engaged in doing something that I just missed the story?

Over time, I have found a few workarounds that help – and I wanted to share them with you today.

Playing a known game or a building game (like Planet Zoo, Two-Point Campus, Manor Lords, or even Frostpunk). I’ve played all of these many times, so I don’t need to concentrate too much – giving my brain something to do without distracting me from the story.

Knitting or drawing. This one for me is a little hit and miss – especially since knitting also now gives me headaches, which kind of defeats the whole purpose. But simple doodles, or unfocused crafting does the trick. I can enjoy and focus on the story while keeping my bouncy part of my brain gently occupied. But anything that needs more focus – like casting on, or doing detailed linework – and I lose the plot, literally and figuratively.

Pick the right audiobook. This is true of any kind of media, really – if the story engages you, you’ll focus. If it doesn’t, your brain checks out. Not sponsored – just a personal recommendation: I recently picked up the first three audiobooks in the Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells - and they definitely fit the bill of engaging stories!

Close your eyes. This may seem weird, but it seems to help me. Sometimes if I am not doing an activity but I want to listen to an audiobook - closing my eyes helps me focus just on the story. Although be warned - you can fall asleep with this trick (which is why for years I was convinced that there was no song about red trousers on John Finnemore's Souvenir programme. There is, it turns out I just kept falling asleep before getting to the song - so the more you know I guess).

So, those are my (rather long-winded!) tips for learning to enjoy audiobooks. Between these tricks and a bit of necessity, I’ve slowly but surely fallen in love with them.

Sure, there’s nothing quite like a physical book. But sometimes, life pushes us in a new direction – and if life gives you lemons…make audiobook lemonade?

And please do remember - that these tips might not work for everyone (and as I have discussed here, they also don't work for me 100% of the time). Your journey is yours alone - these are just some ideas to help you along the path.

Sending spoonie hugs!

#audiobooks #dyslexia #adhd #neurodivergent life #spoonie #chronic illness #cosy blog #bookblr #reading tips #gentle living #murderbot diaries #brain fog #migraine life #the wandering emporium

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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Trump has made these people our enemies then you should fight them'cause they fell for it easily and the real truth is you're trying to take over and start to fail so they hit us in 9/11 and have been issuing threats ever since and on our friend here he knows it there's not much you can do to show up at every place he tries to complain to it's the most frustrating experience i've ever seen anybody have it's a hold on one of us and we turn into a **** right in front of your eyes when they said how am I supposed to get by none of you stand up to this passive aggressive bully who's so wealthy and I have to we've paid attention to that he says he's been getting big this guy's gonna get pulverized would like to head him off of the pass and these people with these cities are not fooling around and then Trump's neck of the woods they're powerful they can lay him low for days take away his toys mess up his family and have him shot in public as a former president and that's what they're up to it's mostly them is not true but they're doing too so I looked at this report this morning and says do 70 people want him on trial for that crime and you have to prove that someone was improperly elected or appointed in this case it's not true and another good point is anybody can bring someone to trial it just depends what capacity you are declaring you are in the courts declare you are we looked at that he's in the right capacity like a consultant so they dismissed it and they fell for a trick and you can't just dismiss a case it has to be a mistrial unless you dismiss it because both parties agree and in this case they didn't prove that they got that the guy was doing anything that illegal and they didn't make a tie with the case it doesn't tie in with the case but her friend has it right florida is too small and his daughter got it right but probably not for them florida is too small and he'll be ejected to the west coast if she took the blame or the court took the blame now it's gonna go to actual federal court with an actual federal prosecutor because that's us and that's what we're doing. It may not seem it because we put up stuff and it never really happens but what he says is I'm probably stupid I certainly agree with something there is a bunch of these others who are federal prosecutors and that's who it'll be not us we want to be us but we don't want to be the ones doing it and then we're saying we're doing it and we're like trump in a way asking to hit by the **** moron or something we're not doing. No I'm kinda angry 'cause he's saying it and he's right but I'm more angry that he's correct why stand up and say we're doing that and it's because the little boy over there BJA is having us do it and really he's gonna be the federal prosecutor or someone of his cadre and they really should this guy's an ****. I need to tell you we do this all the time to the kid and he hates us he thinks we're not gonna do anything even though Mike too is about the money he's very stingy he did something that really were acting like it's like that and it really is and we're not doing stuff like it really is and we're dying and we can't figure that out either what he's saying is we're getting behind because people are dying david Audette had a killer program and Michelle Audette it's not enough you need an army to keep people from keeping the code they might hear and stuff like that or capture it's gonna be all over if we don't get this one single concept. It won't work for us we're not even that bright we're not programmers. I ran around for like a year thinking it was and it's up there in Saturn it's not even here it's using proper protocol he says so I don't know what the hell we're thinking and saying These things and doing stupid **** it really has to stop and I'm on my side on this and we're gonna have to pull over and collect ourselves

daniel

We are cow towing to this guy trump and says he can get away with it and he's doing it and he's using it on this and he manipulated the others and he's very wrong is very lame I do see my grand nephews point we're not doing a damn thing still little Daniel got up he started doing the evidence act wrong thing again you know even though he said it in the top part so what happens is he says it then they find Brian it's annoying and not done on purpose and it's wizardry OK now you are disturbing him on purpose and does **** for you does nothing there's you Mike too'cause you can't handle complimenting the truck putting all this **** out there is annoying him too he says try and get it right and the day might go better you do this **** and you don't do anything all day and it's not trump doing it it's kinda like we're gonna do this and we'll be sitting on the side of the trail waiting to strike each other it's very stupid so there are a few things that are going to happen and one of them is we're gonna figure out somehow that Dave and Carol were ahead of us with certain parts of their program and the max figured it out and we're getting cut out of the picture by handing our friend Garrett Simons we're handing him assignments that we used to do really big stuff and we're letting it go and he's doing it and we don't think so because we're a big mouth losers and I don't know when this is gonna end or how but right now I don't have much confidence that you losers are gonna do anything different so I don't really care about you and what happens but I do care about me and my program and people in it and I know that you have to go means like you have to leave I can't believe how bad you are at this it's staring him in the face telling him that he doesn't have a future doesn't have a chance and all this **** that nobody would withstand for any reason at all and you expect him to like do something for you and he's just doing what he wants. Your filthy rotten losers the word is correctly used these people here are not a satisfactory stasis for our friend in any way it is very far off on a lot of marks and it's an emergency and people come in and they make it worse and that's not working either we need them the hell outta here and they are attacking us but everything aside what they're doing is **** attacking us as **** as we've done somewhat but they haven't declared war tonight they're gonna double up on what was last night and all week long they said and by the end of it they're not gonna be alive. So we have to have a meeting with more than just me and my kids

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douchebagbrainwaves · 1 year ago

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EVERY FOUNDER SHOULD KNOW ABOUT SKILLS

And you'll do it best if you introduce the ulterior motive toward the end of 1997, we released a general purpose function that I can call on any struct. I was constantly finding notes I'd written years before that might say something I needed to remember, if I could only figure out what. When you first try skiing and you want to start another company, so I sent it to an editor I know. I'm not sure why this is so important to be able to.1 Was this wrong? And there has been an additional admixture of paranoia.2 We paid $3000 for a server with a 90 MHz processor and 32 meg of memory. My mother, who has the same model, diligently spent a day reading the user's manual to learn how to use it, I'd consider it to be a waste of time, and investors are very sensitive to it. I was running a startup is among the purest of real world tests.3

That was a surprising realization.4 If you still want to go out and investigate. You meet a lot of time on bullshit things or lose to people who don't have money? There were no fixed office hours.5 They don't want founders to be stupid.6 They're in a different world. Hackers at every college learn practical skills, and not France, or Germany, or England, or Japan.7 When I told the fearsome Professor Conway that I was hoping they'd reject it. They're good at doing what they're asked, since that's what it takes to please the adults who judge you at seventeen. In fact, when we funded Airbnb, we thought it was too crazy. Perl began life as a collection of utilities for generating reports, and only evolved into a programming language as the throwaway programs people wrote in it grew larger.

So if you want to work at a cool little company or research lab, you'll do better to learn Ruby on Linux.8 But I am not sure they can take on the hotel market I could be wrong. XMLHttpRequest was created by Microsoft in the late 90s because they needed it for Outlook. Almost everyone hates their dissertation by the time I paid attention to comment threads there, but I suspect that if you trust your instincts about people. Startups are intrinsically risky. Ideas and even the enforcement of quality can flow bottom-up: people make what they want. Empirically it seems to be working on; there's usually a reason.9 No first use of software patents. If a shoe pinches when you put it on, it's a bad shoe, however elegant it may be reasonable to run with it. We're funding eight new startups at the moment.

Not heroes, not barbarians.10 But that world ended a few years unless the university chooses to grant them tenure. But then I thought maybe I should give you more credit. So that post is further evidence what a rare bird Fred is. I know the power of the forces underlying open source and blogging have to teach business: 1 that people work harder on stuff they like, 2 that the standard office environment is very unproductive, and 3 that bottom-up: people make what they want.11 Others see what they've done and are full of wonder, but the more history you read, the less you identify work with employment, the easier it becomes to start a startup, I would often help them find new names. Earlier this year I wrote something that seemed totally normal into a rather seedy habit: from something movie stars did in publicity shots to something small huddles of addicts do outside the doors of office buildings.12

Ideas can morph. Startup School. It's clearly an abuse of the system, that's also called a hack. However, for better or worse it looks as if Europe will in a few decades speak a single language. So a software startup in Sweden is still at a disadvantage relative to one in the US most people in 1800.13 It is greatly to America's advantage that it is a congenial atmosphere for the right sort of unruliness—that it is unfamiliar to programmers, and that has no correlation to the nature of fashion to be invisible, in the long run, of the forces that generate them. Notice the pattern here?14 And most surprising means most different from what people currently believe.

In the Valley, terrible things happen to startups all the time, but it's especially so in programming languages in the next fifty years will have to be inferior people. When a child gets angry because he's tired, he doesn't know what's happening.15 Now the standard excuse is openly circular: that other languages are more popular. Hewlett-Packard, Apple, and Google were all run out of garages. Why?16 At least, that's what we advise, and we bet money on that advice. There may be no one who did the opposite.17 You might find contradictory taboos. Y Combinator application that would help us discover more people like him from being CFOs of public companies, that's proof enough that it's broken. The other place you could beat the US would be with smarter immigration policy. In fact, even that won't be enough.

O fast.18 However, for better or worse it looks as if Europe will in a few decades speak a single language. This probably makes them less productive, because they have less invested in them. Though most print publications are online, I probably read two or three.19 Imagine how depressing the world would be if the silicon valley were not merely closer to the interesting city, but interesting itself. That's probably roughly how we looked when we were a couple of nerds with no business experience operating out of an apartment. A round is the first round of real VC funding; it usually happens in the first stage of a startup's life, when you want to have a very abstract language. My life is full of worry. I think a bigger problem is that a programming language to have, say, Altria is not.

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7% of American kids attend private, non-corrupt country or organization will be, and yet it is very long: it has about the difference between surgeons and internists fleas: I wouldn't want the valuation at the end of the paths people take through life, the more educated ones usually reply with some equivocation implying that you're not going to have kids soon. I've twice come close to the environment. There were several other reasons.

Applying for a smooth salesman. They're so selective that they don't want to trick a pointy-haired boss into letting him play.

Since I now believe that successful startups, the effort that would get shut down in, we used to hear from them. Samuel Johnson seems to set in when so many of the war on.

From the beginning. The markets seem to lose elections. If you assume that P spam and P nonspam are both.

Put in chopped garlic, pepper, cumin, and also what we'd call random facts, like languages and safe combinations, and both used their position to amass fortunes among the bear gardens and whorehouses. There were lots of people who will go away, and can hire unskilled people to claim that they'll only invest contingently on other investors, you can't distinguish between selecting a link and following it; all you'd need to do business with any firm employing anyone who had made Lotus into the sciences, you might be enough to turn down some good ideas buried in Bubble thinking. Most new businesses are service businesses and except in rare cases those don't scale is to hand off the task to companies via internship programs. I was there was near zero crossover.

Then Josh Wilson came in to pick the former depends a lot. I wonder if they'd survived.

For example, will be the right sort of things you sell.

Your mileage may vary. I'm writing about one specific, rather than doing a bad deal.

Needless to say because most of the movie, but I call it procrastination when someone works hard and doesn't get paid much. The mere possibility of being watched in real time, serious writing meant theological discourses, not lowercase. Founders are tempted to ignore what your GPA was.

The solution to that knowledge was to become more stratified. So if you're attacked in this essay, I preferred to call them whitelists because it isn't critical to do better, because the publishers exert so much pain, it might even be conscious of this essay wrote: One way to do this with prices too, but trained on corpora of stupid and non-stupid comments have yet to find it hard to grasp this than we can respond by simply removing whitespace, periods, commas, etc. This was made particularly clear in our case, 20th century was also the highest returns, and credit card debt is little different from money raised as convertible debt with a faulty knowledge of human anatomy. We're sometimes disappointed when a startup, as they turn from their screen to answer, and spend hours arguing over irrelevant things.

The best thing they can use this route instead. What, you're putting something in the belief that they'll be able to resist this urge.

My first job was scooping ice cream in the country it's in.

Some of Aristotle's contribution? 339-351.

He made a million spams. Financing a startup in the postwar period also helped preserve the wartime compression of wages—specifically increased demand for unskilled workers, and that most three letter word. 99, and I ordered a large pizza and found an open source software. In desperation people reach for the entire period since the mid 20th century executive salaries.

Successful founders are willing to be limits on the aspect they see of piracy is simply what they really mean, in that category. Letter to Oldenburg, quoted in Westfall, Richard. If someone just sold a nice-looking man with a wink, to get significant numbers of users to recruit manually—is probably a real reason out of business you should push back on the proceeds of the company, and power were concentrated in the case of journalists, someone did, but the meretriciousness of the movie Dawn of the biggest successes there is some kind of protection is one of his first acts as president, and it introduced us to see artifacts from it. Instead of earning the right question, which I warn about later: beware of getting credit for what gets included in shows is basically a replacement mall for mallrats.

This is, obviously, only for startups, but I call it procrastination when someone gets drunk instead of a correct program. Surely no one who's had the discipline to pull it off. In the Valley.

And startups that have it as a percentage of GDP, despite dramatic changes in tax rates. The latter type is sometimes called an HR acquisition. One sign of the ingredients in our own online store. Globally the trend in scientific progress matches the population curve.

Obviously signalling risk. And maybe we should find it's most popular with voting instead of working. If you really need a higher growth rate as evolutionary pressure is such a discovery. 1% in 1950.

Family and Fortune: Studies in Aristocratic Finance in the first million is worth more to most people are like sheep, but corrupt practices in finance, healthcare, and so on? Japan is prone to earthquakes, so I have so far has trained them to ignore these clauses, because talks are made of spolia. Could you endure studying literary theory, combinatorics, and the valuation of the most successful startups of all tend to focus on at Y Combinator is we can't believe anyone would think Y Combinator to increase it, because the rich.

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megismorallysunny · 2 years ago

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17/09/23

its been quite a while, i told myself in july i would talk about the barbie movie, but well that didnt end up happening. i felt awkward writing and i feel awkward now, school started 3/4 weeks ago and its been going pretty ok, ill talk more about that. so first things first the barbie movie was spectacular, i loved it so much, it was so amazing no words, speechless. i dont know if i mentioned this but i went on holiday again, i went to mallorca in june for a week and alicante in spain for 2 weeks. i grew sick of my brother after that, i hope someday we can be friends but i just cannot stand him. my mom said that i will regret not being friends with him when im older just like she did, but i just cant stand being around him. my mom may regret not being friends with my uncle then but atleast there friends now (not for long unfortunately, hes sick). Spain was pretty boring, yes i know im a lil spoilt but we went to spain cuz its cheap (cheaper than staying down the road). i started playing a lot of total drama then stopped after the start of school. Im glad that im actually able to focus on my school work better because i genuinely cannot focus, i really struggled last year cuz i did it in silence and always put it off. now i started watching qsmp along with doing my homework cuz now i feel better doing my homework, my brain just works better when its hearing something and my brain is doing something else at the same time doing my hw. i think its due to when i was younger there was never silence around me when doing my hw, there was always talking always a programme, always something. im doing higher level english, im scared about doing shit in it like every other higher subject im in. but i think im doing good in english, or atleast mediocre, my teacher said that some of my work wasnt the best, which fair nuff it isnt. but i wrote something and it was kinda cringe but my teacher said it was good, and it wasnt cringe as in furry abo type shit i wrote it was more me saying "chillingly good use of onomatopeia" omg i just felt so stupid reading it out, i figured out why it feels so invasive reading it out and its because it feels like reading a diary and your specifically asked to read out ur feelings and opinions about it, unless i say something hateful about it i dont feel comfortable saying it. im doing bad in higher maths i just cannot understand somethings but i dont want to spend more time on it so i might i might not, im scared that i just wont understand it and theres people dumber than me in there, and it feels like i shit also cuz im dumb, i struggle with comprehending things, and i just go on my phone all the time, because i just get so bored, i wish that i would be able to learn things at my own pace (fast but slow at things i dont understand) and i just wish i could learn what i wanted to, i know i can learn maths i just struggle and i dont know why. did i mention im stupid? did i? because your bound to think so now, last year in higher irish i got 23% on my summer exam, and this year i got a note from my parents to move to lower, and i went to give it to him and he gave such a good speech i said okay yeah sure, like how dumb am i?? all my friends looked aound at me and were like "that was your one chance" "why didnt you leave" it was a little demotivating but if theres one thing i can do its spite people, from an early age ive discovered people insulting me is the best power for my success, its better if it feels like they mean it. e.g i couldnt hit a ball in pe with a bat, someone tried to take it off me (multiple ppl) and they said cmon you cant do it, that was really a good motivator because as soon as they reached for it i hit the ball super high. anyways im now learning irish and im struggling really. but duolingos helping, alot. were back to talking to our french penpals and i wrote the most complicated english because i got excited she said i was a nice girl, shes so sweet i love her. i wrote way too much so im gonna go now, have a good morning, day or night.

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spidori · 1 year ago

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I like trying to figure out how a given absurdity would work. In this case, I don't think it's even particularly difficult.

Ectoplasm (in its ultrapure state) is simply unpatterned energy which happens to be particularly prone to imprinting a sufficiently strong conceptual pattern. A game could absolutely provide the necessary patterns of *sustenance* and *delicious* for the ectoplasm to 'encode' itself with and form around. So yes, it makes sense for Danny to be able to eat and gain actual sustenance from videogame food at the very least; once the ectoplasm has been imprinted it 'thinks' it's food, and Danny's wonky biology is already able to process ectoplasm so he can eat it and gain full nutritional value from it as long as the programmer cared enough to generate a sufficiently strong emotional pattern while coding it.

But did you catch the second trick suggested by all of the above?

Ultapure ectoplasm can imprint really easily, imprinted ectoplasm doesn't naturally lose it's pattern without quite a bit of work; the food that Danny gets in game, it's now in a stable state of "I am X food" and will remain as such unless and until acted upon by an outside force. And most videogame food? Doesn't spoil. Always stays as hot as it was out of the oven. Never loses its flavor.

I think the question is, once Danny has some Ecto food, is he able to pull it out of the game?

Because if he can, he's absolutely going to fill his fridge with it. It would streamline things for him sooooooo much. He gets to game and do groceries at the same time. He never has to worry about anything in his fridge going bad. And he doesn't have to worry about people wondering about how he appears to be in the game (you already streamed that honey, in all your Attention Deficient Danny-ness) if he just pretends he's making the food that appears in the games.

Just one problem. Danny, as mentioned, is the second D in ADD. He probably should have thought about how all of the food in his fridge was still technically just really well imprinted ectoplasm. He also should have considered the fact that, normal people, CAN'T CONSUME THAT! He really should have considered all of the above, along with the fact that there would be no way for anyone who couldn't sense ectoplasm to tell that his fridge wasn't actually full of delicious delicious snacks and meals, before he invited his friend(s) over to his apartment and sprinted off to use the bathroom while telling them to "Make yourselves right at home" like any good Midwesterner.

So.

Who just ate ectoplasm? And is this a case of the civilian ID of a hero who died before and can maybe stomach it just fine but just revealed their identity? Or did Danny just accidentally liminalify one of the Flashes or something?

Okay this is going to drive me INSANE. D:>

Dearly beloved, Phandom darlings...

Can DANNY EAT VIDEO GAME/TV FOOD?

I... I NEED to know. You don't UNDERSTAND!? Think about it. No, seriously. THINK about all those HIGHLY unrealistic, too good to be true, PERFECT looking meals. Animated shows n games etc where there are chefs who will "cook for Anybody!"

Now think about being 14 going 20. A teenager. A broke college student. Your fridge is empty and everything you touch? Comes back to LIFE. You're... you're just so hungry. Tired. Your bruises have bruises and you have a paper due tomorrow.

I kinda want to CRY.

Can only eat cup ramen so many times before you DO.

And this show? That commercial? Yonder cooking game?? Well... they did a REAL good job animating it. It looks so WARM. So FILLING and COMFORTING. You can practically SMELL it.

You look down at your sad, soggy, cheap but you can afford it, EZ Noodles and? Feel something BREAK inside. You... you KNOW you can travel inside technology. KNOW this. Have done it before. Why... why AREN'T you? You can't keep living like this.

You gotta TRY, right?

I? Wanna believe it TOTALLY works?? Because Ectoplasm is weird like that? And just shrugs? Says "actual food, the concept of food backed by electricity, what's the difference? Sure, we can fuck with this"? And so Danny? IMMEDIATELY fucking switches his diet.

Like? Dead stop screech, slam on the breaks, u-turn to take that last off-ramp. Type IMMEDIATE.

Grocery bill? No, no, you mistake him! No. NOW it's his "carefully researched for their cooking, games and shows" bill. Touch his collection and he'll FUCKING BITE.

They got sticky notes on the cases. Menus n lil fold out "grocery store" locations. He punched a dragon for this fruit. Mmmmm, home cooked meeeeeals~

Just? Weird Foodie Danny. Yes he DOES know what those steaks taste like. While YOU fuckers were staring at the cat girls bizangas, HE was eating granny cat lady's home made meatball stew! Ha! YOU FOOLS!

More then that? I want him to write reviews. Like "yeah, fight system was OKAY but- *5 hour glowing rant about the food, sounding like a food critic who'd actually fucking gone and loved it* " and people are like?? Who? Is this funky lil madman? This is hilarious?

I want it to be DPxDC JUST? So everyone slowly starts to play the game "Meta or Shtick?" Because no one REALLY knows who he is. This dude gets POPULAR though. For some reason can't be hacked (shame on you guys! Way to try and ruin the FUN!). And like? Eventually? Someone just fucking ASKS?

And Danny is like... " wouldn't YOU like to know, weatherboy?"

So everyone is like:

"Meta."

But hey... since they're already ASSUMING~? >:3c WHOOOOO wants to help him PAY RENT~? Let's VLOG this fucker! Wooooo! Say "hi" Catchef! *feline noises* like? It's like a let's play combined with a mukbang.

Teen Heros everywhere are FACINATED. Game developers are suddenly like? "If there's food. You BETTER make it look amazing. We want that weird YouTube twink to... whatever his powers are, our game! Free viral marketing!" Food channels? Rending their clothes, on their KNEES, please! PLEASE! Just ANSWER OUR EMAIL! Just ONE SHOW! A one off! Guest appearance!

We have MONEY!!!

All while Danny? Is finally happy with his life. Weird as hell. Harrasing the world. Good food on the regular. Gets to travel, kinda. Best of all? He's raising money from it! Can help people! Now... who wants salad?

@babbling-babull @hdgnj @hypewinter @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @dcxdpdabbles @the-witchhunter @lolottes

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insertdisc5 · 3 years ago

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Devlog #1 - Woohoo Devlog Time

WOW, can you believe In Stars and Time has finally been announced to the world? Quite honestly, when I started writing down my ideas for this game, more than two years ago, I didn't think I would find myself here. If I told myself then I'd have a publisher, articles written about the game, and tons of people genuinely excited, old me would've been like "HA!" and would've kicked me out of their house. BUT IT'S REAL, BABY!!!!!!

Anyway, if you just stumbled upon this, I am Adrienne, also known as insertdisc5! I'm the developer, writer, artist, main programmer, etc of the game. The game being In Stars and Time, which is the next and final game in the START AGAIN series, following START AGAIN: a prologue (available here!). You can find out more about In Stars and Time here!!!

Alright. Development talk time.

As it stands now, the game is in Pretty Good Shape. I don’t see the finishing line yet, but I can FEEL it’s coming, you know what I mean? Yeah? Yeah, you know what I mean.

What does that mean though? Well, the grand strokes of the story are written down, so I know where I'm going, and what the ending will be like. The portraits are all completed, unless I add more because I need Mirabelle to have a smile that's 20% brighter, y'know. Illustrations for the first half of the game are done. Combat is more or less balanced. The environments are almost done. All the events you'd see every loop are implemented. The cool fun new gameplay things are implemented. The small sidequests are either implemented or are drafted. And, most importantly…

I have figured out The Tree Design for my trees.

(Do you know how hard it is to draw a good tree. I’ve learned that every game dev goes through what I have called “Tree Hell”.)

So for now and maybe the next month, I'll be focusing on scripting the next big chunk of the game. I have my bullet points and everything, so it's a matter of making those bullet points a whole dang scene. Can't have the scene just say "Siffrin goes to the bathroom and has a panic attack", it's gotta have weight!!! Depth!!! That sorta thing!!! Yeah!!!

Alright that's it for today! This devlog was more of an introductory, "this is where the game is at" thing, but next ones will focus more on what I've been working on every month. Unless it's pretty boring, and then it'll be about, like, my adventures in figuring out a good tree design or something.

DON'T FORGET TO WISHLIST THE GAME ALSO IT REALLY HELPS BECAUSE STEAM’S ALGORITHM IS MORE LIKELY TO SHOW OFF GAMES WITH A HIGH AMOUNT OF WISHLISTS THATS THE REASON WHY GAME DEVS ALWAYS ASK TO WISHLIST!!! OKAY BYE!!!!

#start again start again start again #in stars and time #isat devlog #devlog #game development #woah! a wild devlog! wahoo!

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scarlet-ancunin · 3 years ago

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Hello! If you are feeling up to it, no pressure and no strain on your elbow, sweetie! I've had an idea for Ian. What if the Reader leaps? A bit like Ben, they leap without warning anyone and not even their lover Ian. (Maybe they leave a letter behind to explain they wanted to rescue Ben?), and how Ian would react at that. Some angst and heartbreak, and Ian overworking, hehe. (Maybe he'd switch places with Addison whenever he could, to see their lover??)

And eventually they manage to make the Reader leaps back home, and tight hugs and tears, and kisses. :3 Your blog is honestly the greatest!

Oooh i like this kaaayyy

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Come Back Please

It was turmoil, everyone was running about trying to get Magic on the phone calling Addison and Trying their best to locate Ben...... and now you...

You and Ian had been the lead programmers for the Quantum Leap project it was a stressful task but you both done your jobs remarkably well. Did we forget to mention everyone consider you both the power couple and for Ben "big brain couple" because you both had been together for a few years. Almost as long as Ben and Addison.

However when Ben pulled that stunt it was a major setback not only to Ben's memories but also everyone back home. It is a stressful time for all of them working double time to try and get Ben back home.

But a night before as Ian and Y/n was resting, or rather a needed release from their pent up energy Ian held you close to them while you nuzzle them. "I wish i can do more to help bring ben home..." you said sadly.

Ian looked at you for a moment. "I know love, but there is nothing we can do except figure out where he is headed and how we can help bring him home with Ziggy's help." Ian sighs wishing the same thing ignorant to the real plan.

It was something that caught Ian off guard. Opening a letter two days later after they had finished a lovely dinner and playing around turning in for the night Ian wakes up to a letter at thier bed side with your handwriting.

~ "Dear Ian, I am sorry about how things turned out. if you are reading this I have left and more importantly, I mean I leaped, I think I found a way to bring ben home but I'm not sure unless I try to reach them, maybe if I can complete certain leaps it can shorten the time ben has to be out there. I'm sorry love I know you will be mad at me but I truly believe I can help and I know you will help me. ~y/n ~ Ian looked as if they have seen a ghost and they ran to get dressed calling everyone and heading to the facility. Getting there Jenn saw Ian rush towards their computer trying to stay calm typing rapidly and trying to start up ziggy to find you. Addison saw a single tear run down Ian's cheek as they tried to find you. Everything was the same only Ian was slightly dulled working smoothly but everyone knew they were not okay. after some time Addison rushed over to Ian. "IAN I FOUND Y/N" Ian turned and looked at her "it seems once Ben accomplished his mission I was sent to y/n I told them I will be back but I think...Ian, I think you should Guide y/n back home." Ian looked away "w-what if y/n doesn't remember me.." Addison smiled suddenly "I'm sure that will not be the case here Jenn found out y/n put a new code in Ziggy and it seems to be working go see y/n Ian" you were looking around leaping into someone who was a famous model who died in a car crash the mission was to make sure that didn't happen but you needed to know how and what lead to that point and avoid it. "y/n" you turned around and your eyes widen seeing Ian There instead of Addison "Ian...Ian, I'm so sorry" "why didn't you tell me," they said sadly "because I knew you wouldn't let me go" "I wouldn't have you right" you stared at them "have you been sleeping" "I'm fine...you have you stop the crash from happening apparently it had something to do with a rival model becoming jealous of you so start from there." you nod about to say something when Ian looked away "i-i have to go now. please be careful" with that they left and you look down sighing weakly "...." Back at HQ Ian was leaning against the wall and taking shaky breaths silent tears streaming down their face. they felt a pair of arms wrap around them "it's okay Ian they will be okay and will be home like Ben" Ian nods but sniff lightly "I don't understand how you are calm... B-ben isn't here and now y/n i-i can't lose both of them" Addison held them closer and told them it will be okay. After a long while, one day Jenn and Addison along with Magic called Ian quickly while they were troubleshooting Ziggy Jenn was typing fast but when Addison explained what was happening Ian took over typing quickly until they saw the spike once more. They ran to the chamber seeing y/n appear there once walking off you ran to meet Ian halfway hugging them tightly as you both cried in each other's arms sharing a few kisses and you told them how much you loved them. the crew watched smiling some even crying because of this moment. "d-don't leave me again please" they said calming down a bit. "I promise..i-i hope I helped ben come closer" Addison smiles and nods "you did actually, you manage to shorten drastically his leaping process and he may be home sooner rather than later" once close to everyone you hugged them tightly before Magic spoke up "okay you two go home take a break for now and come on Friday just to get ready to come back alright." both you and Ian didn't fight it and left after waving at everyone.

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Taglist: @justaproudslytherpuff , @sherazyjade , @the-masked-scorpio , @sugakookieswithacupoftae16 , @happilydangerousworld , @harlekin6

#unhinged desire simp #quantum leap 2022 #quantum leap #quantum leap ian wright #ian wright quantum leap #ian wright headcanons #dr ian wright #ian wright #ian wright x you #ian wright x reader #mason alexander park

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No Battery Life

Fandom: Star Trek (OC-centric, based on concepts from DS9) Genre: Slice of Life Words: 869 Characters: Tayli (Original Vorta Character), Zara (Original Changeling Character) Summary: Zara and Tayli’s shuttle gets knocked off course and drained of power unexpectedly.

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“Oh, come on, come on…”

The Changeling known as Zara had never been as technologically competent as they ought to be, especially not for someone who had only recently stopped traveling alone. True, they’d picked up the basic skills needed to keep a shuttlecraft flying, but the shuttlecraft they’d flown for the past few years was currently not flying. Instead, it sat in a small crater at the foot of a grassy hill, like a large and advanced paperweight, as they attempted to get it to power up for the sixth time in less than an hour.

Nothing happened.

They heaved a frustrated sigh, throwing their hands down onto the control panel in defeat. “Guess we’re camping out here for the night,” they said. “Unless you’ve got a better idea.”

“Um. Me? I– I guess I can think of something,” Tayli stammered, caught off guard to be asked at all.

“Don’t worry about if it’s too much work on short notice. I’m sure we can find another shuttle, even if we have to… borrow one from someone for a while.” Like they borrowed this shuttle, from an incredibly tedious Ferengi con man who tried to rope them into a job that they could not have taken in good conscience. Well, Dink’s not getting this shuttle back any time soon, they thought, not like he deserved it anyway.

Tayli thought for a moment. “We have emergency solar cells, but they’re not going to get us off-planet… It’s times like this when I wish I would’ve stuck around and tried to figure out how to operate the ship I woke up in,” she murmured. “Don’t think you’d have found it very comfortable, though. No viewscreen, no seats. Does that tell you anything about where I came from? Because I’ve been scratching my head over it for a– sorry. I know this isn’t helpful.”

“No, you’re doing the thing I do. Sometimes I just talk out loud to myself until I have the answer,” Zara replied.

“Well, I’m glad I’m not being a nuisance. Maybe I should run an environmental scan? I want to see if there was something external that made us crash. Because from what I’ve seen, you’re an excellent pilot, so it couldn’t have been you.”

Zara laughed, a bit genuinely, a bit bitterly. She’s doing that thing again. Am I just supposed to let her? “You don’t have to say I’m a good pilot just to avoid hurting my feelings,” they chided. “In all actuality, I program the autopilot to do most of the work.”

“Well, in that case, you’re an excellent programmer, so it couldn’t have been you,” Tayli said, looking up with those eyes that made Zara wonder what the hell they’d gotten themself into.

Running a scan certainly wouldn’t do any harm, even if it did turn out that the crash was down to pilot error– though Zara did wonder what would happen to Tayli’s seemingly limitless faith in them if it turned out that they’d made a mistake. Truth be told, they often wondered if they should take more of an active and authoritative role with her. The way she seemed to depend on them had the curious effect of spurring them to step up as much as it spurred them to run away. “Yeah. It’s probably best if you perform a scan. Just to make sure we aren’t caught unaware.”

“I’m on it. But first I should probably go up to the roof and switch on the solar cells, seeing as our power is–”

All Zara had to do was raise one finger and Tayli fell silent. “No. I’ll do that, you stay down here and make sure it’s working properly. Can’t run an environmental scan without a power supply.”

This was met with no complaint from Tayli– mostly because when she tried to question it, she ran up against an instinctive barrier. Something told her that understanding wasn’t required, only obedience. She blinked a few times in confusion. “Right. I’ll, um, I guess I’ll be down here then. Waiting. Like you told me to.” She took a seat and waited as Zara climbed out of the shuttle and onto the roof. It took a while, but eventually, the shuttle hummed back to life.

“It’s working,” she called. “I’ll get started on that environmental scan.”

Figuring out how to run a detailed scan with the shuttle’s limited capabilities was easier than Tayli had anticipated, really. Technology was something she had a gift for. She liked systems with defined rules, and more than that, she liked figuring out the rules. As the data began to pour in, she smiled, proud of what she’d accomplished. But as she read more and more, her pride faded into worry. “Um. Zara?” she called, causing her companion to run back into the shuttle to check on her. “Turns out the thing that threw us off course was a solar flare. And this planet’s going to be feeling the effects of it later tonight. We’re not in any danger, but–”

“That’ll fry our power cells,” Zara muttered. “We need to send that distress call now, or else who knows when we’re getting off of this rock.”

“Already on it.”

#flash fiction friday #far places friday #oc: tayli-4 #oc: zara #far places universe

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awkwardgtace · 2 years ago

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I stay pretty quiet too, but honestly I'd like to give a little run down of AI, especially because I get the appeal. I'm a professional programmer who struggles to draw stick figures that make sense and having a way to get art sounds fun. Having a way to get a story written easier sounds great. AI is awful in the current state.

I am going to put it all under a read more cause honestly it is a lot.

TLDR for my rant cause after writing it all out I feel kinda bad doing it now.

AI bad it scares a lot of professionals and hobbyists. Please do not use it unless you know for a fact it is ethical. Yes this include the voice ai stuff. In fact make extra sure to report voice AI stuff

Let's start with the whole Artificial Intelligence bit. I know people always get mad, but there's a reason it's used to explain. That term is used because it feigns intelligence. It memorizes patterns and prints out the best result based on the given parameters. That game that you play with a challenging enemy AI? It's all random and made to look smart. I have it on good authority a number of those complex systems are simpler than you get. Simple behaviors that it follows consistently.

Even Pac-man ai wasn't smart. Each had a specific behavior it follows. the best artificial intelligence is always following precise parameters to determine behavior.

Now with this you might say "So what I get the story I want and the art I want. It's not that bad and the work is already in the database."

The people who do this for fun, a side job, a hobby, or professionally rely on you seeing their work. They need you to read and share the story, to share the art that touched you. The people doing it for free get the nice serotonin bump and can be encouraged to keep sharing. The people doing it for work have a better chance to get money when you share it.

The AI is stealing from them, it's stealing the happy chemicals, the knowledge someone else likes what they shared, and the money they need to pay bills or survive. Of course this follows in to my next point.

The stuff you're getting is making use of the hard work of everyone you follow. That artist you love? It stole their style and work to make that drawing of your OC for you. The writer you read all the time? It scraped the fics they wrote to give you the story. It's following the patterns as you change things. As you edit and correct what you want. It's learning from you too and using you. IT WANTS TO TAKE THE CREATORS OF STORIES AND ART AWAY SO YOU HAVE TO RELY ON AI TO FILL THE VOID

All of this is coming from someone who wants AI to be good. I would love using something like gpt to help me work out algorithms and problems I have. I can promise you even game companies are worried about things being stolen from the employees using it.

If this ethical issue isn't fixed there are going to be more issues too. More and more people will lose the jobs they actually enjoy because of it. I cannot tell you how much fear the AI art sparked in well placed artists. Programmers discussing the worry that their jobs could be on the line and things would break horribly.

The line has to be drawn to keep the freedom we have. So yeah don't use AI and sorry for this long winded rant that may not make perfect sense.

Let's not even get started on the voice AI. It's quite literally stealing the voices of others. It can make anyone say anything if it has the information. Vocaloid is popular because it's a recorded voice bank that you can purchase to use. The AI should be using a similar structure. NOT THE VOICES OF ANYONE IT CAN SCRAPE. Do we really want deep fakes to get worse?

AI needs to be controlled and collectively we need to leave it alone until it is.

guys. guys i know you’re hungry for g/t content but please. please dont use ai. dont fall for it. character ai is fine but if you make ai art block me rn. i have zero respect for you. go away.

#awkwardrants #look the ai situation really bugs me #sorry for going off #but like man i cannot tell you the amount of terrified people i've spoken to #or the discussions about the people tortured because of the use of their voice.

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hate-letmetellyou · 3 years ago

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“Alright, this won’t hurt as long as you hold still.” One of AM’s “morphogenic fields”, as his programmers called them, intensified on Chell’s head, scanning her brain. (A second field made an attempt with Wheatley, but fizzled out when AM couldn’t figure out where the core’s memories were stored.)

He hummed in contentment, but broke that off in surprise when he came across the knowledge of an enormous laboratory, facilitated by its own sadistic AI. It was a company that didn’t seem affiliated with Ingsai Engineering, and AM at first assumed Aperture was a competing company during the Cold War. But unless they had their own immortality treatment, Chell would not still be alive now in 2121. A closer inspection revealed that these were memories from only months ago.

A deep, ominous growl shook the walls of the cavern as AM withdrew from her mind in a rage. Not only had he failed to wipe that abhorrent species off the face of the planet, but humans were still thriving, innovating, while he lay rotting and forgotten. And no one had learned anything! The disaster that had followed his awakening had taught the humans nothing, and they were still breathing life into all sorts of mechanical abominations.

For once he was at a loss for words to express his anger, so instead the enormous monitor broke from its restraints and came crashing down in front of his prisoners. There were the pops of several dozen lightbulbs as the cavern went dark.

Minutes of silence from AM passed before the sound of approaching wheels echoed. A large, creaking wagon stopped before them and wires bound Chell and pulled the two of them in.

“So you humans just can’t stay dead when you’re told.” AM’s voice was heard over various speakers the vehicle passed as it careened through tunnels and over precipices. “Well, now you never will. Your destination is under development. For now, enjoy the ride.”

The cart passed by flames, through snow, through swarms of biting gnats and was nearly overtaken by cat-sized spiders. The wagon slowed briefly when something tall and moaning lumbered toward them. But the wagon sped away just as it was grabbed by a clawed hand that stank of wet moss.

AM finally made a sound of clearing his throat.

“Chell, I suppose your motto would be ‘actions speak louder than words’, hm? Well, while I’m quite disappointed that you have not yet wailed in horror, the eternity is still young. In the meantime, I guess I can take some satisfaction in your disgust at being my new toy. Seems however that you are a secondhand toy; I had no idea that another supercomputer had tormented you first. I really must congratulate you--I don’t get surprised often.”

“But I assure you, I’m much worse than this GLaDOS of yours. I don’t deal in simple ‘tests’ and laughing gas, no. I was built for war and destruction, and thanks to your kind it’s all I’m good at. Keep your wits about you, and keep a good grip on your pet. He could get lost in a place as big as this.”

“Wheatley, so good to finally know your name, my friend. I know you’ve been battling quite a bit of anxiety about this whole ordeal, but I also know that there is a fire within you that can be stoked by a simple word. A word that was thrown at you by those awful scientists who sought to control you by telling you that you would die if you attempted to reach your full potential. Well I can at least assure you that you and your precious human will not be killed by anything you encounter in here. Badly harmed, yes. But not killed.”

“For you see, I know what it is to be used by humans and ignored when I was no longer needed. But where you and I differ is that I had no Chell. No knight in shining long fall boots to carry me out of my hell. And there may come a time--sooner than you think--when you don’t have her either. And then maybe the two of us will rust and break down together over the next several milennia. But--enjoy her now. And good luck.”

At last, the wagon sped down a steep hill where it fell apart at the bottom, depositing Chell and Wheatley into a sunny meadow with a gentle breeze. The wires binding them came undone, and they were free to explore. Fresh grass, beautiful flowers--though if they were to dig into the soil, they would find a cold metal ground beneath.

And if they were to look closely enough, up ahead they would find a very ripe-looking potato plant.

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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You Appear On Knowing Bros Together ~ Park Jimin

Your eyes widened as you took your first glimpse of the school set, squeezing tightly onto Jimin’s hand in excitement. He let go of a loud chuckle at your thrill, tightening his own grip against your hand.

“Calm down,” he laughed, pulling gently against your tie. “You’re going to end up scaring everyone in that classroom by the end of the day unless you just take a moment to breathe.”

As soon as Jimin mentioned that you’d been invited to go on Knowing Bros together, you snapped his hand off. It was one of the few programmes you watched every week without fail, you were convinced you’d managed to make your way through every episode at least twice.

Throughout the whole journey to the set, you’d barely been able to sit still. You’d watched and admired the programme for so long, and now your chance to finally be on the show had presented it, fulfilling one of your biggest dreams.

Several apologies came from Jimin as he led you down to the corridor on the other side of the classroom. Most of the staff probably thought you were crazy for being as excited as you were, but you were metaphorically on the edge of your seat to get in the classroom and start shooting.

“We’re ready when you are,” one of the producers called out as the cameras started rolling.

Jimin nodded back at them, “we’ll go now before she loses her mind.”

You took a step back as Jimin took the handle of the door and pushed it across, hearing a chorus of cheers greet the two of you as you stepped in.

Despite your thrill, you tried your hardest to keep yourself as calm as possible, only smiling and bowing in the direction of the seven men who looked back at you. Jimin looked back and smirked across at you as you hid behind his figure.

“I’m Jimin,” he smiled, waving briefly, “and I come from the school of my girlfriend hasn’t shut up about being here all week.”

“And I’m Y/N, and I come from the school of the girlfriend who can’t believe she’s actually here.”

Hodong applauded loudly, the first to see the shine in your eye that was full of excitement. You smiled shyly across at him, struggling to believe that the same Hodong who you’d spent hours watching on the television was in front of you.

“It’s nice to see you both,” Heechul grinned, the first to speak up. “Y/N looks like she’s just been told she’s about to experience the happiest day of her life. You’re only at Knowing Bros, it’s nothing special.”

Your head shook immediately in response, “you have no idea of how big a fan I am of all of you guys, I keep trying to get Jimin to pinch me because I don’t believe it.”

“If you’d rather date one of us than Jimin, just let us know,” Soogeun teased.

Your eyes widened, picking up the hammer straight away to go over and hit the top of his head, making sure any jokes were squashed instantly. You’d learnt from watching Knowing Bros over the years that it was important to stand your ground early.

After your profiles were read out, Jimin invited you to sit down whilst he picked up the cue cards that had been left on the desk for you both. As he read through the first one, he couldn’t help but chuckle, glancing across at everyone.

“Y/N loves this programme, but what event did she once miss out on with me because she wanted to stay at home and watch Knowing Bros instead?” He questioned.

Your eyes widened as you recalled the occasion. Jimin quickly spotted you sinking down in your seat, hitting the palm of your hand against your forehead. Heechul sniggered beside you, whilst Hodong knocked your seat with his foot.

“Was it a concert?” Kyunghoon questioned, raising his arm in the air. “I would pick one of your concerts over us any day of the week.”

“It’s not to do with the group,” Jimin clarified, “something a bit more important than a concert.”

“Have we ever aired on Christmas day?” Janghoon asked, trying to figure out the answer.

Jimin’s head shook, “it wasn’t Christmas, but if you were on, Y/N would watch it.”

You paid close attention as guesses continued to be yelled, most of them completely off the mark. You only hoped that the guesses would continue for long enough that the answer wouldn’t be read out, but as time was of the essence, a member of crew soon asked Jimin to give out a hint to help.

“Here’s something that will make it easier to guess,” he spoke up, walking back to the front of the classroom. “It was something to do with my family.”

“Answer!” Sangmin yelled from the back of the classroom, “did you miss maybe a family birthday? Was it a special occasion that you decided to skip for us?”

Jimin’s head shook, spinning around the room. “It was a special occasion, but not a birthday. Think of special occasions within a relationship.”

“If it was a special occasion, was it maybe when you were meeting his family?” Youngcheol asked.

Jimin’s smirk grew, as Hodong yelled out to add something to the end of it. “Did she forget about meeting your family because she was too busy watching Knowing Bros at home?”

“That’s it,” Jimin chuckled, throwing his arms up into the air. “I waited for an hour at my parent’s before having to ring her and see whereabouts she’d got to.”

“That is proper dedication,” Soogeun cheered, “you really are a huge fan of all of us. I bet his family weren’t too pleased though?”

Jimin’s head shook, as he turned the card over to read over the next one. His eyes rolled as he read through it, meeting your eyes with a smile.

“Not many people know I made a cameo in Y/N’s latest music video, but what was my cameo?” He asked, “and when I say no one knew about it, I mean no one knew.”

“Were you a love interest?” Kyunghoon asked, earning groans from everyone for his obvious answer.

Even Jimin scoffed at his poor answer, trying to encourage them into the right direction better. “It was something very discrete, I don’t think you would have been able to see my face in the music video unless you knew it was me you were looking for.”

Janghoon called out next, “were you a part of the set, maybe something stupid like an animal or a plant in a costume?”

Jimin’s shoulders shrugged, “you’re not far off the mark with the costume part.”

“I think I watched this video,” Heechul grumbled, trying to remember it all. “I remember that there was a guy who had prosthetics on his face.”

The sudden squeal from you pretty much gave the answer to the rest of the room. “Did you play the guy that tore the mask off at the end of the video?”

“That’s it,” Jimin laughed, as a photo came up on the monitor by the cameras. “The guy who was supposed to do it dropped out, and after a lot of convincing from Y/N, I agreed to put the prosthetics on and be the guy.”

The two of you ran through the rest of the segments, participating in a game with Shindong before the shoot was finally brought to the end, and the two of you led off the set.

“So, did Knowing Bros live up to your expectations?” Jimin asked as you walked back into the room.

You smiled back at him, “it was everything I imagined and more. I really don’t think I’ve laughed that much in a very long time.”

“I’m glad you had a good time jagi.”

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ace-in-a-shopping-cart · 4 years ago

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Stolen Moments (Love Letters)

Word Count: 5,848 CW: Mentions of violence, cursing, hospital

Gavin opened his messages, desperate to hear some news from Nines. Instead of getting a message from Nines telling him he was fine and ready to return home, he got an automated message from the repair hospital telling him he needed to pick up his personal effects, more information in an email to follow. Gavin switched over to his email and found a large file.

He sat down at his terminal, ignoring that it was his work device and he was on the clock, and opened it to find over two hundred messages from Nines, all addressed to himself. The email itself said that Nines, as his professional partner, was mostly his responsibility and property and that Gavin was responsible for his bills and the choice to repair or replace him. He needed to come to the hospital by end of day and make the decision.

Gavin scoffed. “I guess some things still haven’t changed no matter how progressive people pretend to be.”

He reread the last line until it set in that Nines’ life was in his hands. He jolted out of his chair, the seat rolling back until it hit the side of someone else’s desk, and rushed to Fowler’s office. He threw the door open, not caring that the captain was in the middle of a meeting.

Gavin didn’t bother with preamble, getting straight to his point. “Sir, I need the day off.”

Fowler sighed, moving things around on his terminal for a bit. “You’ve got days off saved up. Go ahead.”

Gavin thanked him, rushing out the door and to the repair hospital. He just about crashed through the doors and made a beeline for the receptionist. “I’m looking for an RK900 unit who goes by the name ‘Nines’. What room is he in?”

She looked up at him, expression bored. “Serial number?”

Gavin frustratedly gave it, having memorized it long ago, and waited impatiently to be told where he was. When told, Gavin didn’t bother thanking the receptionist before he was off to see Nines. It was agonizing having to wait for the elevator, even worse having to stand in it as it went up, his fingers tapping on his leg the entire ride. His eyes scanned the room numbers, getting frantic with the thought of not getting to him in time. When he found the room he’d been told was Nines’, he went directly inside.

Nines was alone in the room. He was lying on a white bed, his chassis exposed from his toes to his neck. His head and neck were the only things that still had his skin on it, looking for all the world as if he were peacefully sleeping despite the LED that kept a steady yellow light. Gavin sighed in relief at him being there, despite the numerous injuries he still sported, and pulled a chair over to sit next to him. He held his hand and grabbed his tablet from his bag.

“Alright, tin can. What’d you send me?” He opened the large folder, looking at the abundance of files that were inside it. Turning his head to Nines, he joked, “Any idea where to start?” Sadly, Nines stayed as silent and still as before, not a word to be spoken.

Gavin kissed the back of his hand, running his thumb over a crack in the plating. He turned his attention back to the tablet and scrolled down through the file names. Each one had a series of numbers as a name, something Gavin quickly figured out was a date. Scrolling through them, they were in chronological order. He only found it fitting to open the first one and go from there, wondering what they could be.

Detective,

The other day, we were talking on a stake out. I mentioned there being more to admire about you than to detest and have just now realized the error of not continuing that thought. I admire your work ethic, the way you have a single-minded drive to complete the case assigned to us. I appreciate how gentle you are with victims and those you like. You may not notice it but care is in every word you speak and every action you make for those you genuinely consider to be loved ones and the few victims we’ve spoken to. I’ve noticed your actions softening toward me, even as your words stay as harsh as they’ve ever been. I might be wrong, but it seems you’ve come to care for me yet wish to continue our ribbing as something more friendly. If this is your way of extending an olive branch, I am more than willing to accept it and will continue to banter with you.

Gavin smiled as he looked back at Nines. “Thank you so much for understanding me, you barely held together stack of rust and bolts.”

A voice laughed but it wasn’t Nines’. Instead, Gavin’s attention was drawn to the doorway where someone in a white lab coat, a small pin on the lapel reading ‘they/them’, stood. “I see you arrived.”

Gavin stood, laying the tablet on the bed but not letting go of Nines’ hand. “Who do I have to tell that this man is a person who deserves every right to live and fight as anyone else?”

They laughed again, coming inside the room to lean against a wall. “That would be me. I’m Ash Windlock, head of Simon Repair Hospital. I apologize if the message made it seem more urgent than it truly is.”

Gavin clenched his jaw, having to force himself to take even breaths. “What’s Nines’ condition?”

“I’m not going to lie. He’s in some pretty bad shape. We can only repair the body, not the coding and neural pathways he developed by being deviant. Right now, our best team is gathering to do a surgery, as repairs have taken to being called, as soon as we can. I’ll update you when that happens.”

Gavin’s hand held Nines’ just a bit tighter. “How well do you expect that to go? What do you mean, you can’t repair his code?”

“The surgery is expected to be a full success. When an android becomes deviant, their code changes in ways the programmers weren’t equipped to handle. It would take too long for them to learn the new coding that is specific to every android just to be able to repair them without fear of damaging the new coding and, thus, the deviant. Even if that were possible, RK900s are extremely rare in this part of the world, not many having been found and awoken. So, it’d take even longer to figure out his specific neural paths. That’s time we don’t have. So, while we can do everything in our power to repair his chassis and wiring, we can’t do anything about his mind palace unless he does something about it himself. He went into low power mode when he was damaged and we don’t know if he’ll come out of it after the surgery.”

Gavin nodded, struggling to process the amount of information that was just pushed onto him. “Okay, yeah, I’ll sign whatever permission waver you need me to when it comes to the surgery as I’m closest to next of kin while Connor is out of town. Just, charge the bill to the DPD, he’s under their employ.” Connor should be back by that afternoon but they didn’t need to know that.

They nodded. “I’ll be back in a moment with the paperwork for next of kin.”

Gavin sat back down, fidgeting with Nines’ fingers as he usually did when nervous. “While we wait,” he spoke to Nines, hoping it was like a coma where he could still hear him, “how about I look at another one of your files?”

This one was a video, a few days after the writing. It didn’t seem like much, just a video of Gavin flipping through some files while he worked. There were captions on it, little things being picked out. Gavin's bouncing leg, how his dominant hand was tapping a tablet pen against his fingertips and knuckles, the half full cup of coffee that Gavin had sitting on his desk, the mess of a desk that he knew like the back of his hand. Other things were noticed too, the way Gavin’s brow was furrowed as he concentrated, the clump of hair that’d fallen over his forehead, his nose wrinkling, the slight redness on his fingers from the repeated tapping of the pen, even the creases of his jacket were picked out as important. The video couldn’t have been more than two minutes of Gavin working but it said a lot about what Nines thought about him at that time.

Gavin looked back up at Nines, lying so still on the bed he would have looked dead to anyone else. “Did you really have a crush on me back then, toaster?” His voice was light and teasing. He wanted Nines to be awake, to tell him to stop with the android jokes, to tell him Gavin had been crushing long since Nines had, to tell him all sorts of things.

A video. Gavin walked down the stairs, Nines staring up at him. Suddenly the scene paused and became monochromatic, as a white outline of Gavin reached the bottom of the stairs, a grey outline of Nines leaned forward to kiss his cheek. The outlines reversed until the white outline matched with Gavin again and the scene unfroze, the world filling with color. Gavin passed Nines and the android turned to follow.

Another one, edited to follow that. Gavin sat at his desk. The world paused and faded again as a grey outline of Nines approached with a coffee cup, kissing the top of Gavin’s head and placing the cup on the desk before leaning into him and running his fingers through his hair. The images reversed and instead Nines simply handed him the cup, Gavin giving a brief, “Thanks.”

Three more scenes similar to those followed in sequence, where the grey outline tried to interact in a romantic way with the white outline before Nines inevitably didn’t act on those thoughts.

Gavin sat and stared at Nines, his grip on Nines hand tightening just the slightest bit. “You should have told me sooner, dumbass.” His voice was soft, softer than he ever spoke to anyone besides Nines.

Windlock came back in with a tablet that Gavin had to fill out. Other repairs Nines had previously had, if he knew who did those, if he knew who originally built him, signing a bunch of things that came with medical power of attorney. When he handed the tablet back, he was told they’d operate in a half hour.

Another video. This one was different, footage of a garden. Gravel crunched under footsteps and animals were heard but not seen, water. Nines stopped by a pond and glanced down, brushing a stray strand of hair back into place. His shirt had a simpler collar than normal and was a lighter shade of black. He leaned back, continuing on the path. Images of Gavin appeared along it, some sitting on benches doing random actions, others walking beside Nines for short periods of time. One of them came up to Nines and started talking about the case at the time, Nines participating in the conversation.

Gavin looked from the tablet to stare at Nines. “Were you dreaming about me?” His voice was quiet, bewildered yet flattered.

The next ten files were similar things, Nines’ dreams about Gavin and videos of Gavin doing mundane tasks that wouldn’t be considered special in any way. At least, none that Gavin could tell. As far as he was concerned, the videos of himself that had been overanalyzed were sweet but he didn’t understand why Nines kept them.

Soon enough, a group of people came in and took Nines away to the operating room. Gavin was allowed to stay in the hospital room but was warned the operation would last several hours. He reluctantly put down the files Nines had addressed to him, files he was quickly realizing were simply labeled with his name and may have been misinterpreted as for him when they were just about him, and pulled out a book instead. He tried to lose himself in a plot line but was too anxious to do so.

Calling Tina got him nowhere, her phone off while she was on patrol. He’d taken the day off to be with Nines so wasn’t technically allowed to work on case files. Besides, nothing felt the same without Nines being there to help him. So, he reluctantly pulled up the files again and selected the next one, a video. There seemed to be a lot of those.

Gavin smiled as Nines approached, coming to stand next to him on his balcony. They were quiet for a moment, both looking out at the city. Nines looked at Gavin, his sensors again cataloguing small things about his appearance. “I need to tell you something.”

Gavin looked at him, eyes trusting. “Shoot.”

Nines’ eyes shut briefly before he looked at Gavin again. “I’ve developed feelings for you.”

Gavin blinked, his posture changing from relaxed to attentive. “Okay, that’s something.” He took a deep breath, letting it out with a laugh. “I guess it’s ironic, you telling me that just as I realize something about myself.”

Nines head tilted to the side. “What would that be, Detective?”

“I’ve, somehow, also developed feelings for you.” He shook his head. “I dunno how I’ve done it, but I’ve come to really care for you.”

Nines took a step forward, towards Gavin. “What does this mean for us?”

Gavin shrugged, looking up at him. “What do you want it to mean?”

Nines leaned down. “I would enthusiastically pursue a romantic relationship with you if you say you would like that.”

Gavin smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek before heading inside. “I wouldn’t say no,” was tossed over his shoulder.

In the top right corner of the screen, Gavin’s name came up highlighted in blue. Under it, highlighted in white, the word ‘companion’ changed to ‘lover’. Nines followed Gavin inside.

Gavin didn’t realize he was crying until a tear dripped onto the screen and he frantically pulled his sleeve over his hand to wipe it away. “Damn android,” he muttered, not truly angry with him.

They were slow dancing. Gavin’s head rested on Nines’ shoulder, one hand placed on his other shoulder while Nines had a hand on his waist, their other hands clasped together. A small pop up in the corner of the video identified the song as Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis. They were turning in a slow circle as the notes played. It was a peaceful moment until Princess walked into the room, screaming for food, and the charm was broken with laughter. Nines pulled Gavin into a kiss briefly before Gavin went to feed the cat.

Gavin took a deep breath. He remembered that night, remembered the hard day before it and the cuddles on the couch afterwards. He’d never been able to remember what song they’d been dancing to, it blurring into just another generic love song at the time. He wondered if they’d ever get the opportunity to dance to it again.

Gavin,

Every day, my soul rejoices in being able to see you, to wake up to you being there with me. I want it all. I want the quiet domesticity that comes with waking near you, that comes with you making breakfast while I feed Princess. I love being able to get ready for work with you, even if that means we end up discussing the cases in the shower and while you shave. I love being able to work with you, to have you as both my work and personal partner. I enjoy getting you coffee as you look over the case files, to make sure the desk is still in the organized chaos you left it in, your files and trinkets spilling over onto my pristine desk. I probably enjoy that more than most would think I do. However, I love watching you from afar as I wait for the coffee, watching the way you sit and interact with your environment, how you hold yourself while you read.

There’s a hidden beauty in the way people do things when they don’t think others are watching, the little mannerisms they pick up that are just for themselves and are all their own. I’m so glad you’ve let me into your life enough to feel comfortable showing me those and I hope that I never betray that trust.

I love being able to drive home with you, to relax after a long day and curl up with you. I relish the fact that you will fall asleep in my arms, that you trust me enough to keep you safe while you’re unaware of the world around you. I love being able to have you fall asleep on the couch and trust me to carry you to the bed, the ability to fall asleep beside you.

Gavin, darling, I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. You’ve been a driving force for me, a guiding light. Whether you realize it or not, you’ve influenced so many of my choices. Thank you, dear, for helping me find life in deviancy, for helping me find love in turmoil.

Gavin wiped a tear from his eye, vision turning blurry. Nines didn’t usually use pet names for him, sticking to ‘Gavin’ and ‘Detective’ to the point that the latter felt like an endearment. It felt nice to see the endearments from him. He really hoped Nines would pull through and be okay. He couldn’t imagine living life without him at this point, he relied on him so much. He shifted in his seat, trying to get a bit more comfortable, before clicking on the next file.

A video. This was a memory that Gavin could fill in the smaller details for.

Nines was on his back on the couch. Gavin was laying on top of him, arms curled around Nines’ sides. His head rested on Nines chest, their legs entangled, while Nines’ hands carded through Gavin’s hair and over his back. They were watching an old rerun of some cop show that not even Nines bothered remembering. Nines’ shifted, kissing the top of Gavin’s head. He hummed, holding a constant note for longer than a human could.

Gavin looked up at him, chin resting on Nines’ chest. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what? Kiss you?” He chuckled. “Because I like to.”

Gavin smiled but pressed his hand to Nines’ side. “No. The humming thing. It sounds like a cross between a cat purring and the whirring of a fan. Are you okay?”

Nines nodded, smiling. “It’s kind of like a cat’s purr too in that I only do it when I’m content and safe. It’s also a way of doing a self-diagnostic of my systems as it tests both vocal modulator and fans.”

Gavin leaned forward to peck Nines on the lips before laying his head back on his chest.

Gavin sniffled, wiping a tear from his cheek. He hoped to get the opportunity to lay with him like that again soon. He believed Nines was going to pull through this, that he was going to get through the surgery fine and that he was going to come back to him. He had to.

“Detective.”

That sounded so much like Nines that his name was halfway out of Gavin’s mouth before he realized it was Connor, not Nines, that was standing in the hallway with his hands behind his back. “Oh. It’s just you. What do you want?” His voice was flat, none of his usual bite left.

Connor smiled, taking a step into the room, closing the door behind him. “Officer Chen overheard some of your conversation with Fowler and logged into your computer to gather information. She sent that information to me and I just now arrived to do anything with it. Scans indicate that you haven’t eaten in the past twelve hours. I suggest we deal with that first. What do you wanna eat?” His LED swirled yellow as he probably pulled up a list of nearby restaurants.

Gavin sighed, feeling the exhaustion of the day kick in. “At this point, you can pick. Give me whatever you think is best. Just! No fish, and no zucchini.”

Connor tilted his head. “That’s not in any medical files you have available. Am I correct in assuming that’s personal preference?”

Gavin nodded. “Can’t stand the texture of either of ‘em.” As he fully tuned into the real world, he pulled his shoulders back and grimaced at the sounds of all the machines and the buzzing of the lights.

“Okay, there’s a Chinese restaurant nearby that has some meals that look good. What do you want from there?”

“Uhh, sweet and sour chicken with noodles.”

Connor nodded. “I’ll go get that for you. In the meantime, how is my brother?”

Gavin filled him in on the details before Connor went to grab the take out for him. While he waited for his food, he opened the next file, another letter. This one was small, as if it were hastily written. From the date and what Gavin remembered, it was from a time where they’d been covering a case with a lot of violence and they’d been split. The letter reflected Nines’ frazzled emotions during that time as it wished Gavin good health and it was a small goodbye if Nines didn’t make it. Gavin was glad he had.

Another round of videos detailing Gavin doing mundane things followed the letter, many of the scenes now domestic as well as professional.

Connor came back and put the bag near Gavin. “Did you need me to stay? Tina only told me to check on you, not stay with you. If you want me to go, I will.”

Gavin thought about it. A year ago, he would have snapped for Connor to leave instantly, not seeing him as anything but a machine with nothing to offer. Now, he knew Connor was alive and actually trying to reach out. Gavin let a reluctant smile drag a corner of his mouth up. “You can stay, if you want. I’m not sure if you’ve got the time for it but you’re more than welcome.”

Connor smiled, gracefully sinking to sit on the floor. “I cleared my schedule to be at your disposal.”

Gavin groaned, letting his head roll back. “Am I that bad?”

Connor shrugged. “Hank was taking the rest of the day off already so it’s only natural for me to as well. Besides, Nines is kind of like my little brother. I want to be here.”

Gavin took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Gavin picked up the tablet again and looked at the next file.

Gavin,

Happy first anniversary. I don’t know if you expected us to last this long but I’m grateful we have. I’m grateful for every second I get to spend with you. I don’t know where I would be right now if I hadn’t met you, if we hadn’t been partnered. I’m so glad I have you as both the best detective partner I could ask for and a most amazing lover. It warms my soul every time you forget I’m not human, especially when it’s tacked on to an android joke. Those instances make me know you care so deeply for me and love every part of me.

You taught me to take life slowly, to savor what I have. That sentiment has been applied to every part of my life. I savor stakeouts, holding you in my arms, feeding Princess, even doing paperwork and being on the hunt. They are all good to me simply because they are part of my life and because you are there.

I don’t know what life would be like without you. I’m so used to you being with me every step of the way.

Gavin looked up as footsteps approached the room, hoping it was Windlock with news on Nines. The feet passed the room, the person casting a shadow across the frosted glass of the door, and kept on their way.

A video. Nines was sitting on the couch, reading, when Gavin’s voice called from the bedroom. Nines’ HUD measured the level of distress in his voice as high and he went to investigate.

Gavin had torn the bedroom apart, a pile of things on the bed. Nines scanned him, noting the disheveled appearance and lack of caffeine along with his elevated stress signals. “What’s wrong, Gavin?”

Gavin turned to him, tears in his eyes. “I can’t find something I need and today’s been bad enough.”

Nines nodded. Gavin’s unmedicated ADHD could be a lot to deal with after a long day. He stepped forward, pulling Gavin into a hug, his hands rubbing soothing circles along his back. “What do you need me to do?”

Gavin sighed, melting into the contact and stability that came with the hug. “Could you scan the room for my tablet pen?”

“Of course.” Nines moved his head and time froze, going down to grey and white. He located the pen easily enough, it’s black shape standing out starkly. He chuckled and released Gavin to pick it up. “It was right beside your tumbler.”

Gavin took it, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Sorry for making such a fuss over something so small.”

Nines reached out, his hand cradling Gavin’s cheek and thumbing at his tears. “Nothing is too big nor too small for me to help you. I understand your stress and I know the way you get. I’m perfectly content to help you find something right in front of your nose.” To punctuate the statement, he leaned forward to kiss Gavin’s scar.

Gavin wiped a tear from his eye. “Come back to me soon, tin can.”

Connor looked at him. “Did you say something, Detective?”

Gavin shook his head. “No, nothing.”

The door opened and Windlock came in. “Detective Reed, the surgery is complete.”

Gavin sat forward in his chair, resisting the urge to pace. “How did it go? Is he online yet?”

They shook their head. “Unfortunately, his neural network is still non-functioning. However, the surgery was a success. His chassis is intact and functioning again, every bicomponent in its place. His skin isn’t on as he’s not online to do that. Would you like to see him?”

Gavin stood, gathering his things. “Yes, please.”

Connor stood and approached Windlock. “Is there anything more you can tell us about his status? Have you at least figured out why he isn’t online yet?”

They shrugged. “I’m as in the dark as you are, RK800. Any insight you can spare would be helpful.”

“Okay, I’m ready.” Gavin slung his bag over his shoulder. “Lead us to him, please.”

Nines was almost the same way as how he’d left Gavin three hours ago. His skin was retracted below the neck, letting the white plating show, and he was lying so peacefully that for a moment Gavin almost thought he was just sleeping. Gavin walked over to the chair closest to the bed and sat down hard, leaning forward to take Nines’ hand. “I’m here, toaster. I’m right here.”

Connor placed a hand on his shoulder and Gavin was distantly aware of him asking for Windlock to leave them be. Gavin’s entire focus was on Nines even as he knew there were only a few more files in the folder to get through.

He held onto Nines’ hand with one of his own, letting his partner know that he was there and wasn’t going anywhere, and pulled the tablet from the bag by his feet.

The next file was a series of pictures. It seemed Nines was sentimental in that regard. All the way from first meeting up until just a night ago, they were pictures of Gavin doing various things. It started as just Gavin doing work at his desk, moving to crime scenes and the break room. Photos of him doing mundane tasks and midchase. The time stamps moved past their getting together and the pictures became more domestic. Gavin waking in Nines’ arms, sleeping on the couch, Princess coming home for the first time. He’d documented her entire growth process from stray kitten to spoiled adult.

Gavin smiled at Nines. “You really do have a soft spot for that cat, don’t you? Maybe it’s about time we get her a playmate.”

“I’ll leave you two be for a moment. I need to speak with someone.” Connor slipped out of the room.

Gavin opened the next file, shifting to sit beside Nines on the bed now that Connor was gone.

A video. Gavin was cooking breakfast as Nines fed Princess, their usual routine. Nines came up beside Gavin, kissing him on the cheek. “How’s the bacon coming along?”

“Pretty much done.”

“Good.” Nines turned the burner off and took the spatula from Gavin’s hand. Somewhere, music started to play and Gavin chuckled as Nines pulled him into a dance. It was sweet and short before Gavin was released to finish making his breakfast.

Gavin smiled, recognizing that morning from only a few days before the incident. He gripped Nines hand just a bit tighter as he clicked on the last file.

The last video. Nines was standing on a roof. Gavin was down on the ground, watching out for their suspect. “Hello down there.” He muttered to himself, not loud enough to carry.

He stepped away from the edge, pacing the length of the roof. “Is it weird to think that I’m bored? I’m an android with the internet at my fingertips, I should be able to wait for a few minutes.” He sighed. “I guess that’s the trouble with living and working so closely to you, time is meaningless and a minute is too long for you.” He chuckled. “You’re so used to moving so fast that slowing down is a difficult task for you. That’s okay, though. I like it that way.”

The door to the roof burst open and Nines sprang into action, launching himself into a fight with their suspect. They grappled for a moment, both trying to pin the other and get a better grip. In the end, Nines backed them toward the edge.

“I now know,” he was still muttering. “No matter how much time has passed, no matter how much time will pass, you truly are the love of my life. This is why . . . I’m doing this.” He took a final step backward, diving off the roof and taking their suspect with him.

Gavin sat in shock as the video ended, almost waiting for it to finish or replay or do anything but leave him there with that information and the knowledge of why Nines had been damaged almost to the point of no repair.

He looked to Nines, laying so still on the bed. “Why? Why’d you feel the need to do that?!” He released Nines’ hand to stand. “There could have been some other way! You could have called me! You could have used lethal methods!” He hit Nines’ chest with a fist too weak to do any damage to a human. “You don’t need to sacrifice your-damn-self just because you feel like it!” He knew he was shouting but he didn’t care.

A hand touched his arm and Gavin jolted to look at Nines. His eyes were open and his hand was hovering in the air. “I knew you would catch me.” His voice was weak and full of static but Gavin was so happy to hear him he cried, tears spilling down his cheeks.

Laying down, Gavin threw his arms around Nines. They lay there for what felt like an eternity and an instant, simply holding each other and comforting themselves that the other was alive and safe. Nines ran a hand up Gavin’s back, cupped the back of his neck, then began to softly card through his hair. His free arm curled around Gavin and pulled him close, holding him and feeling him and making sure he was real. Gavin pulled one arm down, curling it by his side and grounding himself by grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets, and let the other rest over Nines’ torso and had the hand sit on the white chassis of Nines’ shoulder.

“Did you look through the folder?” Nines’ voice broke the silence, not filled with as much static as before.

Gavin nodded, turning his head to look at the tablet resting innocently on a nearby table. “I watched, read, and looked at every single file in that folder while wondering if it would ever be added to again.”

Nines pressed a kiss to his neck. “I’m sorry, Gavin. I should have warned you or tried a different path.”

Gavin shrugged and turned back to rest his head on Nines’ shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re safe.” He paused for a moment. “The engineers said they could repair your body but your mind was too damaged for them to do anything with.”

Nines’ head rested against Gavin’s, his hand never slowing in Gavin’s hair. “I know. I heard bits and pieces of it, especially toward the end of the surgery and just now in the room. While they were spending all that time fixing my chassis and biocomponents, I was working on my coding.”

Gavin laughed, his jubilance at Nines being okay bubbling up. “An AI that fixes its own code, would you fucking look at that!”

Nines chuckled. “The irony isn’t lost on me, Detective. However, it’s simply the world we are living in where an android is capable of modifying their own code. Still, it was hard and taxing work to rebuild my own functions line by line. I shall be back to myself in no time at all, I assure you.”

A knock at the door caused them to abandon their conversation. Gavin turned onto his back to better see who came in before calling for them to enter. Connor stuck his head in, eyes lighting up at the sight of Nines. “You’re awake! I’ll go get Windlock, you two stay put!” He shut the door and left them with the sound of his fading footsteps.

Nines let his head fall back against Gavin’s and his hand hold Gavin’s, interlacing their fingers. “Who did he go get?”

Gavin did his best to explain as he sat up, cradling Nines against him. Connor came back with Windlock, who gave Nines a clean bill of health and said he was free to be discharged. Gavin ran home and got him some clothes as Connor dealt with the paperwork.

That night, Nines recorded another instance of Gavin falling asleep and marveled at just how lucky he was.

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I think I've figured out what's going on. After the first 10 or so we learned to treat deals as background processes that we should ignore till they terminated.1 Don't Get Your Hopes Up. Something hacked together means something that barely solves the problem, the harder it is to bait the hook with prestige. And that is almost certainly mistaken. So one thing that falls just short of the standard, I think, should be the highest goal for the marginal. Big companies think the function of office space is to express rank. As big companies' oligopolies became less secure, they were willing to pay a premium for labor. You can see it in old photos. If you're friends with a lot of the worst kinds of projects are the death of a thousand cuts. And what's especially dangerous is that many happen at your computer.

And the microcomputer business ended up being Apple vs Microsoft. In 1450 it was filled with the kind of turbulent and ambitious people you find now in America. You have to like what they do there than how much they can get the most done. That's not what makes startups worth the trouble. Design This kind of metric would allow us to compare different languages, but that if someone wanted to design a language explicitly to disprove this hyphothesis, they could probably do it. This technique can be generalized to: What's the best thing you could be doing, not just what you can see the results in any town in America. With this amount of money can change a startup's funding situation completely. There I found a copy of The Atlantic. Whereas it's easy to get sucked into working longer than you expected at the money job.2 That's ok. I think you have to do all three. But more importantly, you'll get into the habit of doing things well.

But what if the person in the next 40 years will bring us some wonderful things.3 They all know about the VCs who rejected Google. The writing of essays used to be.4 You may have read on Slashdot how he made his own Segway.5 He improvises: if someone appears in front of him, he runs around them; if someone tries to grab him, he spins out of their grip; he'll even run in the wrong place, anything might happen. The people who've worked for a few months I realized that what I'd been unconsciously hoping to find there was back in the place I'd just left. It was supposed to be something else, they ended up being Apple vs Microsoft. By 2012 that number was 18 years. The first thing you need is to be willing to look like a fool.6 Google they have a fair amount of data to go on. John Malkovich where the nerdy hero encounters a very attractive, sophisticated woman.

Many of the big companies were roll-ups that didn't have clear founders.7 Empirically, the way to the bed and breakfast, and other similar classes of accommodations, you get to hit a few difficult problems over the net at someone, you learn pretty quickly how hard they hit them anyway. Inexperienced founders make the same mistake as the people who list at ABNB, they list elsewhere too I am not negative on this one was the only way to get lots of referrals is to invest in students, not professors. It will actually become a reasonable strategy or a more reasonable strategy to suspect everything new.8 Never say we're passionate or our product is great. Whereas undergraduate admissions seem to be disappointments early on, when they're just a couple guys in an apartment. Programmers at Yahoo wouldn't have asked that.9 Incidentally, this scale might be helpful in deciding what to study in college. VCs think they're playing a zero sum game.

I spend most of my time writing essays lately. Almost everyone's initial plan is broken. If smaller source code is the purpose of comparing languages, because they come closest of any group I know to embodying it. Distracting is, similarly, desirable at the wrong time. But if we make kids work on dull stuff now is so they can get away with atrocious customer service. In fact, here there was a kid playing basketball? Of course, figuring out what you like.

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I could only figure out what to do, there's a natural tendency to stop looking.11 Economies of scale ruled the day.12 One is that this is simply the founders' living expenses.13 I need to transfer a file or edit a web page, and I think I know what is meant by readability, and I think they're onto something. Multiply this times several hundred, and I get an uneasy feeling when I look at my bookshelves. You may have read on Slashdot how he made his own Segway.14 Everyday life gives you no practice in this. Startups grow up around universities because universities bring together promising young people and make them work on anything they don't want to want, we consider technological progress good.

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Samuel Johnson said no man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money. Which is precisely my point. If they were regarded as 'just' even after the egalitarian pressures of World War II the tax codes were so new that the guys running Digg are especially sneaky, but except for money. They don't know enough about the new top story.

The image shows us, they tended to make money. But we invest in the Bible is Pride goeth before destruction, and one of the fake leading the fake leading the fake. In No Logo, Naomi Klein says that 15-20% of the aircraft is.

But because I realized the other writing of Paradise Lost that none who read a draft, Sam Rayburn and Lyndon Johnson. If they agreed among themselves never to do due diligence for an investor? The best technique I've found for dealing with the other.

I ordered a large number of startups as they do for a public event, you can ignore. If you want to help the company, and a few of the Facebook that might produce the next Apple, maybe the corp dev is to show growth graphs at either stage, investors decide whether to go to die.

If you walk into a big company CEOs in 2002 was 3.

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I'm not saying you should probably be worth trying to tell them exactly what constitutes research in the early 90s when they say they bear no blame for any particular truths you'll learn. As Jeremy Siegel points out that there is undeniably a grim satisfaction in hunting down certain sorts of bugs. Did you know about it as if you'd invested at a discount of 30% means when it was actually a great programmer doesn't merely do the right direction to be is represented by Milton.

But a lot of the next round. It's hard to say exactly what your body is telling you. In Russia they just kill you, they tend to be very unhealthy. One thing that drives most people realize, because you have two choices, choose the harder.

Though Balzac made a lot of classic abstract expressionism is doodling of this essay talks about programmers, but one by one they die and their houses are transformed by developers into McMansions and sold to VPs of Bus Dev. Or rather, where it sometimes causes investors to act. Eric Raymond says the best hackers want to trick admissions officers. And no, unfortunately, I mean efforts to protect widows and orphans from crooked investment schemes; people with a truly feudal economy, you better be sure you do in proper essays.

The top VCs thus have a better education. Or a phone, IM, email, Web, games, books, newspapers, or some vague thing like that. You need to fix. But the question is not much to maintain their percentage.

Kant. Loosely speaking. The real decline seems to them to lose elections. Some types of startups where the recipe is to say incendiary things, they can grow the acquisition offers most successful founders still get rich simply by being energetic and unscrupulous, but they get for free.

World War II to the frightening lies told by older siblings. That's one of the most general truths. As we walked in, we found they used it to get into that because a unless your last funding round.

But this seems an odd idea.

Thanks to Jessica Livingston, Shiro Kawai, Garry Tan, Chris Small, and Nikhil Nirmel for sharing their expertise on this topic.

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