#nobel prize in physics winners

[higherentity]

[teachersource]

Wolfgang Paul was born on August 10, 1913. A German physicist, who co-developed the non-magnetic quadrupole mass filter which laid the foundation for what is now called an ion trap, a combination of electric or magnetic fields used to capture ions - often in a system isolated from an external environment. Ion traps have a number of scientific uses such as mass spectrometry, basic physics research, and controlling quantum states. He shared one-half of the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1989 for this work with Hans Georg Dehmelt; the other half of the Prize in that year was awarded to Norman Foster Ramsey, Jr.

[worldaffairsblog]

(via Nobel Prize winners 2023: Honoring groundbreaking research and activism)a

[odinsblog]

In the letter, the 77 Nobel laureates in medicine, chemistry, physics and economics said they have concerns about Kennedy's lack of "relevant experience" and about some of the public positions he has taken.

More than 75 Nobel Prize winners have signed a letter urging senators not to confirm Robert F. Kennedy Jr., President-elect Donald J. Trump’s pick to lead the Department of Health and Human Services.

The letter, obtained by The New York Times, marks the first time in recent memory that Nobel laureates have banded together against a Cabinet choice, according to Richard Roberts, winner of the 1993 Nobel in Physiology or Medicine, who helped draft the letter. The group tries to stay out of politics whenever possible, he said.

But the confirmation of Mr. Kennedy, a staunch critic of mainstream medicine who has been hostile to the scientists and agencies he would oversee, is a threat that the Nobel laureates could not ignore, Dr. Roberts said.

“These political attacks on science are very damaging,” he said. “You have to stand up and protect it.”

The laureates questioned whether Mr. Kennedy, who they said has “a lack of credentials” in medicine, science or administration, was fit to lead the department responsible for protecting public health and funding biomedical research.

“Placing Mr. Kennedy in charge of DHHS would put the public’s health in jeopardy and undermine America’s global leadership in the health sciences,” the letter warned.

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[nereidprinc3ss]

baby fever

in which reader and spencer discuss having a baby while at work

fluff warnings/tags: fem/AFAB!reader, bau!reader, BOYFRIEND!SPENCER or husband if u so desire, discussions of pregnancy/having a baby (obviously), reader wants a baby, so does spencer a/n: god i need him so badly. should i write follow up smut?? mwahaha evil emoji......

The coffee finished brewing minutes ago, but you’re still standing by the pot, watching Anderson’s daughter toddling around the bullpen on chubby legs. She’s not very adept at walking, but her spirit is indomitable—every time she tips a little too far forward, she catches herself and gets right back up. It’s not like she’s doing anything particularly impressive or even interesting, but you can’t take your eyes off her. Every movement makes your heart twinge, every giggle or curious quirk of her head is so adorable it physically hurts in your chest. 

From your peripheral vision you see Spencer approaching, bearing his own empty mug, but not even he can draw your attention away from the adorable little pixie and her tutu and her pigtails. 

“That is the cutest kid I have ever seen in my life,” you whisper to Spencer, hoping the quiet tone of your voice will help hide how much you feel like cooing and squealing. 

He smiles to himself as he pours his coffee. 

“That’s Rosie. Have you said hi yet?” 

“I’m afraid if I talk to her I’ll try to keep her.” 

“She is pretty adorable.” 

You turn to him as he leans next to you on the counter, sipping his coffee casually. 

“Adorable? Spencer. Puppies are adorable. You’re not understanding the magnitude of what I mean right now. I can’t explain to you how much adorable doesn’t cut it. I’m not kidding about the child abduction thing.” 

HIs eyes slide around the room as he chuckles into his mug. 

“Let’s maybe not joke about kidnapping a child in FBI headquarters.” 

“I’m not joking,” you hiss. “I feel like I’m going insane. I just—” 

At the last second you stop yourself, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“You just what?” Spencer asks, adjusting the hem of your shirt with his free hand. You glance down, watching the care he takes in the tiniest detail that you wouldn’t have given a second thought to. 

“Is something wrong with my shirt?” 

His eyes flick up to yours, hazel tinted with mild surprise. 

“No. It just was sliding up your waist a little bit.” As he says it, his knuckles brush the bare skin of your torso. You suppress a shiver, studying his profile once he pulls his hand away and goes for another sip. 

“Can we have one?” 

Your inopportune timing results in coffee dribbling down Spencer’s chin as he quickly attempts to wipe it away, wide eyes torn between you and trying to assess the mess he’s made. 

“You--you mean like a baby?” 

“Yeah, like a baby,” you say, grabbing his shoulders and squaring them to you before dabbing the coffee from his face and jacket. He watches on as you clean him up, completely still except for his wandering eyes. 

“I thought we were waiting on that.” 

“Waiting for what? A better time? There’s never going to be a good time with this job. And it’s not like we’d have to quit. Look at JJ. She has two and still does it.” 

“First of all,” Spencer begins, quickly recovering from your surprise proposition, “I don’t love the idea of either of us being in the field with you pregnant. And secondly, JJ also has Will and her mother to take care of the boys. We don’t have that. We’re both here all the time.” 

“I don’t care,” you groan, trashing the paper towels once you’ve done the best you can with his clothing. “We’d figure it out somehow!” 

“Mhm. It sounds like you’ve really devoted some careful consideration to this.” 

You drop your head to your shoulder, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and pulling lightly on his shirtsleeve. 

“Oh, come on. You haven’t thought about it at all? My perfect brain and your pretty face fusing to create a future Nobel-prize winner? Imagine how cute she would be, Spencer, we could put her hair in little braids and pigtails and we could dress her up and she could be in soccer and ballet and—” 

“She?” he smiles, studying your face intently. You roll your eyes. 

“Yes, she. Obviously we would have a girl. You—” 

The idea of Spencer as the father of your daughter hits you like a tidal wave, stopping you dead in your tracks. The images materialize in your mind’s eye so clearly, it’s like they’re already memories, so real and tangible you have no doubt it must come to fruition someday. But if before, your ranting was mostly a silly fantasy—now it’s become a bit more intense. 

He seems to sense your shift in mood. The big smile thaws slightly as he subtly grabs your hand on the counter. 

“What? What’s wrong?” 

There he goes again. Being kind. Being perfect. 

Tears sting your eyes, but you don’t let them fall.  

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong. I just... didn’t realize how badly I actually wanted that until I said it out loud.” 

The concern in his eyes softens to pure affection as he runs his thumb over the back of your hand. 

“I want it too. And whenever you decide you’re ready I’ll drop everything for you.” 

His words are like compounding pressure to the deep heat within you—forming something so solid and perfect you don’t have to wonder if it’s real. A ten on the Mohs scale, a concept that gets closer to actualizing by the minute.  

Your voice is quiet, revelatory as you admire the amber facets in his eyes. 

“You’re ready?”  

“I’ve been ready for quite some time,” he admits. And at once you feel the certainty of him paint your past and your future with one broad brushstroke. One day you will look back on your life and remember the time before Spencer, and that will be it. There is before Spencer, and with Spencer, but never an after Spencer. He wants to create something utterly permanent with you. “Come here.” 

He sets his mug down, carefully pulling you forward so you’re toe to toe with your back to the rest of the BAU; so that only he can see you. Despite how good the two of you are at avoiding PDA, occasionally an exception is made. He tenderly wipes away the few tears that have sprung from your waterline and accepts your arms around his waist, mirroring your embrace and completely enveloping you.  

“I love you,” he murmurs against the top of your hair, quiet enough that nobody in the office has a chance of hearing it. You sniffle. 

“I love you too. Also you smell really good.” 

He chuckles, hand roaming up and down your back for a moment. 

“And that is why we are holding off on this at least for a while.” 

“What do you mean?” you whisper indignantly as he gently peels you off him. His hands remain a steadying force on your waist as he smiles down at you beatifically. 

“I mean let’s give it two weeks and see if you still want a baby when you’re not ovulating.” 

[nostalgebraist]

Anthropic's stated "AI timelines" seem wildly aggressive to me.

As far as I can tell, they are now saying that by 2028 – and possibly even by 2027, or late 2026 – something they call "powerful AI" will exist.

And by "powerful AI," they mean... this (source, emphasis mine):

In terms of pure intelligence, it is smarter than a Nobel Prize winner across most relevant fields – biology, programming, math, engineering, writing, etc. This means it can prove unsolved mathematical theorems, write extremely good novels, write difficult codebases from scratch, etc. In addition to just being a “smart thing you talk to”, it has all the “interfaces” available to a human working virtually, including text, audio, video, mouse and keyboard control, and internet access. It can engage in any actions, communications, or remote operations enabled by this interface, including taking actions on the internet, taking or giving directions to humans, ordering materials, directing experiments, watching videos, making videos, and so on. It does all of these tasks with, again, a skill exceeding that of the most capable humans in the world. It does not just passively answer questions; instead, it can be given tasks that take hours, days, or weeks to complete, and then goes off and does those tasks autonomously, in the way a smart employee would, asking for clarification as necessary. It does not have a physical embodiment (other than living on a computer screen), but it can control existing physical tools, robots, or laboratory equipment through a computer; in theory it could even design robots or equipment for itself to use. The resources used to train the model can be repurposed to run millions of instances of it (this matches projected cluster sizes by ~2027), and the model can absorb information and generate actions at roughly 10x-100x human speed. It may however be limited by the response time of the physical world or of software it interacts with. Each of these million copies can act independently on unrelated tasks, or if needed can all work together in the same way humans would collaborate, perhaps with different subpopulations fine-tuned to be especially good at particular tasks.

In the post I'm quoting, Amodei is coy about the timeline for this stuff, saying only that

I think it could come as early as 2026, though there are also ways it could take much longer. But for the purposes of this essay, I’d like to put these issues aside [...]

However, other official communications from Anthropic have been more specific. Most notable is their recent OSTP submission, which states (emphasis in original):

Based on current research trajectories, we anticipate that powerful AI systems could emerge as soon as late 2026 or 2027 [...] Powerful AI technology will be built during this Administration. [i.e. the current Trump administration -nost]

See also here, where Jack Clark says (my emphasis):

People underrate how significant and fast-moving AI progress is. We have this notion that in late 2026, or early 2027, powerful AI systems will be built that will have intellectual capabilities that match or exceed Nobel Prize winners. They’ll have the ability to navigate all of the interfaces… [Clark goes on, mentioning some of the other tenets of "powerful AI" as in other Anthropic communications -nost]

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To be clear, extremely short timelines like these are not unique to Anthropic.

Miles Brundage (ex-OpenAI) says something similar, albeit less specific, in this post. And Daniel Kokotajlo (also ex-OpenAI) has held views like this for a long time now.

Even Sam Altman himself has said similar things (though in much, much vaguer terms, both on the content of the deliverable and the timeline).

Still, Anthropic's statements are unique in being

official positions of the company

extremely specific and ambitious about the details

extremely aggressive about the timing, even by the standards of "short timelines" AI prognosticators in the same social cluster

Re: ambition, note that the definition of "powerful AI" seems almost the opposite of what you'd come up with if you were trying to make a confident forecast of something.

Often people will talk about "AI capable of transforming the world economy" or something more like that, leaving room for the AI in question to do that in one of several ways, or to do so while still failing at some important things.

But instead, Anthropic's definition is a big conjunctive list of "it'll be able to do this and that and this other thing and...", and each individual capability is defined in the most aggressive possible way, too! Not just "good enough at science to be extremely useful for scientists," but "smarter than a Nobel Prize winner," across "most relevant fields" (whatever that means). And not just good at science but also able to "write extremely good novels" (note that we have a long way to go on that front, and I get the feeling that people at AI labs don't appreciate the extent of the gap [cf]). Not only can it use a computer interface, it can use every computer interface; not only can it use them competently, but it can do so better than the best humans in the world. And all of that is in the first two paragraphs – there's four more paragraphs I haven't even touched in this little summary!

Re: timing, they have even shorter timelines than Kokotajlo these days, which is remarkable since he's historically been considered "the guy with the really short timelines." (See here where Kokotajlo states a median prediction of 2028 for "AGI," by which he means something less impressive than "powerful AI"; he expects something close to the "powerful AI" vision ["ASI"] ~1 year or so after "AGI" arrives.)

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I, uh, really do not think this is going to happen in "late 2026 or 2027."

Or even by the end of this presidential administration, for that matter.

I can imagine it happening within my lifetime – which is wild and scary and marvelous. But in 1.5 years?!

The confusing thing is, I am very familiar with the kinds of arguments that "short timelines" people make, and I still find the Anthropic's timelines hard to fathom.

Above, I mentioned that Anthropic has shorter timelines than Daniel Kokotajlo, who "merely" expects the same sort of thing in 2029 or so. This probably seems like hairsplitting – from the perspective of your average person not in these circles, both of these predictions look basically identical, "absurdly good godlike sci-fi AI coming absurdly soon." What difference does an extra year or two make, right?

But it's salient to me, because I've been reading Kokotajlo for years now, and I feel like I basically get understand his case. And people, including me, tend to push back on him in the "no, that's too soon" direction. I've read many many blog posts and discussions over the years about this sort of thing, I feel like I should have a handle on what the short-timelines case is.

But even if you accept all the arguments evinced over the years by Daniel "Short Timelines" Kokotajlo, even if you grant all the premises he assumes and some people don't – that still doesn't get you all the way to the Anthropic timeline!

To give a very brief, very inadequate summary, the standard "short timelines argument" right now is like:

Over the next few years we will see a "growth spurt" in the amount of computing power ("compute") used for the largest LLM training runs. This factor of production has been largely stagnant since GPT-4 in 2023, for various reasons, but new clusters are getting built and the metaphorical car will get moving again soon. (See here)

By convention, each "GPT number" uses ~100x as much training compute as the last one. GPT-3 used ~100x as much as GPT-2, and GPT-4 used ~100x as much as GPT-3 (i.e. ~10,000x as much as GPT-2).

We are just now starting to see "~10x GPT-4 compute" models (like Grok 3 and GPT-4.5). In the next few years we will get to "~100x GPT-4 compute" models, and by 2030 will will reach ~10,000x GPT-4 compute.

If you think intuitively about "how much GPT-4 improved upon GPT-3 (100x less) or GPT-2 (10,000x less)," you can maybe convince yourself that these near-future models will be super-smart in ways that are difficult to precisely state/imagine from our vantage point. (GPT-4 was way smarter than GPT-2; it's hard to know what "projecting that forward" would mean, concretely, but it sure does sound like something pretty special)

Meanwhile, all kinds of (arguably) complementary research is going on, like allowing models to "think" for longer amounts of time, giving them GUI interfaces, etc.

All that being said, there's still a big intuitive gap between "ChatGPT, but it's much smarter under the hood" and anything like "powerful AI." But...

...the LLMs are getting good enough that they can write pretty good code, and they're getting better over time. And depending on how you interpret the evidence, you may be able to convince yourself that they're also swiftly getting better at other tasks involved in AI development, like "research engineering." So maybe you don't need to get all the way yourself, you just need to build an AI that's a good enough AI developer that it improves your AIs faster than you can, and then those AIs are even better developers, etc. etc. (People in this social cluster are really keen on the importance of exponential growth, which is generally a good trait to have but IMO it shades into "we need to kick off exponential growth and it'll somehow do the rest because it's all-powerful" in this case.)

And like, I have various disagreements with this picture.

For one thing, the "10x" models we're getting now don't seem especially impressive – there has been a lot of debate over this of course, but reportedly these models were disappointing to their own developers, who expected scaling to work wonders (using the kind of intuitive reasoning mentioned above) and got less than they hoped for.

And (in light of that) I think it's double-counting to talk about the wonders of scaling and then talk about reasoning, computer GUI use, etc. as complementary accelerating factors – those things are just table stakes at this point, the models are already maxing out the tasks you had defined previously, you've gotta give them something new to do or else they'll just sit there wasting GPUs when a smaller model would have sufficed.

And I think we're already at a point where nuances of UX and "character writing" and so forth are more of a limiting factor than intelligence. It's not a lack of "intelligence" that gives us superficially dazzling but vapid "eyeball kick" prose, or voice assistants that are deeply uncomfortable to actually talk to, or (I claim) "AI agents" that get stuck in loops and confuse themselves, or any of that.

We are still stuck in the "Helpful, Harmless, Honest Assistant" chatbot paradigm – no one has seriously broke with it since that Anthropic introduced it in a paper in 2021 – and now that paradigm is showing its limits. ("Reasoning" was strapped onto this paradigm in a simple and fairly awkward way, the new "reasoning" models are still chatbots like this, no one is actually doing anything else.) And instead of "okay, let's invent something better," the plan seems to be "let's just scale up these assistant chatbots and try to get them to self-improve, and they'll figure it out." I won't try to explain why in this post (IYI I kind of tried to here) but I really doubt these helpful/harmless guys can bootstrap their way into winning all the Nobel Prizes.

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All that stuff I just said – that's where I differ from the usual "short timelines" people, from Kokotajlo and co.

But OK, let's say that for the sake of argument, I'm wrong and they're right. It still seems like a pretty tough squeeze to get to "powerful AI" on time, doesn't it?

In the OSTP submission, Anthropic presents their latest release as evidence of their authority to speak on the topic:

In February 2025, we released Claude 3.7 Sonnet, which is by many performance benchmarks the most powerful and capable commercially-available AI system in the world.

I've used Claude 3.7 Sonnet quite a bit. It is indeed really good, by the standards of these sorts of things!

But it is, of course, very very far from "powerful AI." So like, what is the fine-grained timeline even supposed to look like? When do the many, many milestones get crossed? If they're going to have "powerful AI" in early 2027, where exactly are they in mid-2026? At end-of-year 2025?

If I assume that absolutely everything goes splendidly well with no unexpected obstacles – and remember, we are talking about automating all human intellectual labor and all tasks done by humans on computers, but sure, whatever – then maybe we get the really impressive next-gen models later this year or early next year... and maybe they're suddenly good at all the stuff that has been tough for LLMs thus far (the "10x" models already released show little sign of this but sure, whatever)... and then we finally get into the self-improvement loop in earnest, and then... what?

They figure out to squeeze even more performance out of the GPUs? They think of really smart experiments to run on the cluster? Where are they going to get all the missing information about how to do every single job on earth, the tacit knowledge, the stuff that's not in any web scrape anywhere but locked up in human minds and inaccessible private data stores? Is an experiment designed by a helpful-chatbot AI going to finally crack the problem of giving chatbots the taste to "write extremely good novels," when that taste is precisely what "helpful-chatbot AIs" lack?

I guess the boring answer is that this is all just hype – tech CEO acts like tech CEO, news at 11. (But I don't feel like that can be the full story here, somehow.)

And the scary answer is that there's some secret Anthropic private info that makes this all more plausible. (But I doubt that too – cf. Brundage's claim that there are no more secrets like that now, the short-timelines cards are all on the table.)

It just does not make sense to me. And (as you can probably tell) I find it very frustrating that these guys are out there talking about how human thought will basically be obsolete in a few years, and pontificating about how to find new sources of meaning in life and stuff, without actually laying out an argument that their vision – which would be the common concern of all of us, if it were indeed on the horizon – is actually likely to occur on the timescale they propose.

It would be less frustrating if I were being asked to simply take it on faith, or explicitly on the basis of corporate secret knowledge. But no, the claim is not that, it's something more like "now, now, I know this must sound far-fetched to the layman, but if you really understand 'scaling laws' and 'exponential growth,' and you appreciate the way that pretraining will be scaled up soon, then it's simply obvious that –"

No! Fuck that! I've read the papers you're talking about, I know all the arguments you're handwaving-in-the-direction-of! It still doesn't add up!

[stupittmoran]

Which person do you think is more credible?

[faiszt]

⠀⠀⠀───⠀⠀ ACADEMIC LIFE⠀⠀·⠀୭⠀⠀🚬̸⠀ִ⠀ﾟ⠀ r. ︎ cameron ꒰ 注意！ ꒱⠀minors do not interact⠀⠀ে♥︎ ूੂ⠀ eighteen plus

୨୧⠀summary!⠀you and rafe are the complete opposites of what an exemplary college student would be and, honestly, you can barely stand each other. except when he’s the one responsible for de-stressing your brilliant brain for you.︎⠀♥︎

୨୧⠀content warning:⠀ smut. hard & strong language. weed mentions. enemies with benefits. masturbation. slightly praise kink. dirty talk. fingering. handjob. ୨୧⠀wordcount:⠀2.8k⠀·⠀again, minors do not interact!

୨୧⠀letters to lovers:⠀hey! this has been in my drafts for a while and though i’ve read and re-read it, i can’t really guarantee that i haven’t missed any little mistakes. so, i apologize in advance. i hope you like it! ♡ see you soon.

star student, there was an appeal to being the highest-graded student in the class, though college was more about survival than being exemplary. you decided that surviving wasn’t your only goal, but rather always being the best, almost a matter of honor for your competitive brain.

everything could be a competition if you tried hard enough not to be the loser. but, rafe believed that you were actually just a spoiled know-it-all in who’d end up successful, because you’re brilliant, but alone and divorced at thirty... or rather, maybe not even divorced because he doubted you could stand to be around anyone without losing your temper with them in the next five minutes.

he certainly had a lot of opinions about you for someone who’d make the long walk to the visual arts building just to see the know-it-all who pretends to be a nobel prize winner in physics.

and he’d say it from the rooftops if he wasn’t drooling over you and your beautiful, stupidly smart brain that he’d like to do many things with which, again, he’d never mention out loud. envy or weird love, probably hard to say which feeling was stronger in him.

it wasn’t like you didn’t have controversial opinions about him either. like his stupidity, his bad sarcastic comments, his slowness, his use of weed beyond what’s supposed to be recommended, maybe looking like a chimney wasn’t exactly cool. he was intelligent, not the scientist type, but as hot as insufferable.

rafe was the perfect person to set an example for you of what not to do, so you criticized him whenever you had the chance, then he criticized you whenever he had the chance. it wasn’t an academic competition, much less an artistic one, maybe it was just one about who could last the longest without trying to get into the other’s pants again.

the first competition you both lost.

in the passenger seat of his minivan, you had your arms crossed over your chest and a grumpy expression on your face. rafe looked at you over his shoulder, rolling his eyes and chuckling softly at your behavior before taking a drag on his joint. “you need to relax, two-shoes,” a low cough between his words. “i swear this one is good.” he offered you the joint, but you grabbed his wrist and pushed it away from you. “fine, you’re the boss.”

silence reigned in his minivan for a few minutes before he sighed and put his joint aside, looking at you, waiting for you to tell him what was making you so mad that you asked to spend time with him and didn’t insult him yet. a miracle, honestly. “it’s not like i’m going to care that much, but if you want to talk about what’s makin’ your lame ass hurt so bad... i’m all ears.” yeah, he wasn't really unbearable.

“i’m just stressed, rafe,” you sighed, still looking as grumpy as you did before. “and a joint isn’t going to make that better.” you took away his hopes and he just looked like a kicked puppy after knowing that you didn’t even want to try the best thing he could offer you. “i just need to stop thinkin’ about my academic life, that shit is killin’ me.”

“i see...” he mimicked your behavior, crossing his arms in front of his body with a slightly serious expression. “get a dog and teach it to bite you every time you spend more than three minutes quiet.” rafe suggested in the dumbest way he could think of, starting to laugh when he saw that it only made you more grumpy. “okay, okay... i can drive around, how ’bout that? i’ll take you somewhere nice... and i can make you chill your brain, princess.”

his words echoed in your mind as he drove around, you didn’t know where he was taking you and honestly, you just hoped that this would be enough to take your mind off all that unbearable pressure on your shoulders. ironic that he was the one who cared enough to want to take care of you when you turned to him.

twenty minutes or a little less, the silence was quite loud, though the music on the radio was too, you were talking to your own thoughts and he was trying to talk to you, even if you couldn’t hear him. the sun had already set on the horizon, the blue sky was no longer as vivid as it used to be and the clouds were slowly covering the stars that were trying to appear. melancholic, you thought.

you would’ve even thought about it a little more if you hadn’t been distracted by the minivan pulling up. the whole city right in front of your eyes through the windshield, you had never seen it before. “a viewpoint?” your eyes didn’t want to leave that sight, but you did it anyway, looking at rafe with a little more than that tired, stressed mood from before.

“the best place in this shitty city, actually. nobody comes here, perfect to have a nice joint,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest before leaning back in his seat. “i mean, it’s a good place to chill with a pretty girl, yeah? now smile a little, you’re makin’ me depressed.”

“your life is already makin’ you depressed.” you retorted and he just laughed, placing his hand over his chest as if he had been slapped hard.

“ouch, princess, why so mean?” then, rafe sighed, almost like a snort, looking away from you for nothing more than a second. “come on, you can’t stay sulking forever... you need a helping hand or somethin’ to lighten that mood?”

you knew perfectly well what he meant by helping hand, not that he was discreet with the meaning of his words when his hand was already snaking over your bare knee. “i’m trying to be generous with you today, but looks like you don’t deserve my generosity right now.” he was just teasing you, quite predictable, it wasn’t like he’d deny you if you just looked at him with that look.

“you were less pathetic to try to finger me back then, you know?” your not-really-funny joke made him laugh, kinda bothered as he took his hand off your knee, adjusting your seat so you could lie down a little more.

“yeah, yeah, pathetic... let’s see who will be the pathetic one here in a few minutes.” damn bastard. you should’ve known rafe was silly, goofy and whatever, but he took it seriously when you called him pathetic, almost as if that was his only weakness when it came out of your mouth, specifically.

before you could think straight, his hand was already on you again, between your thighs, caressing the thin fabric of your underwear while he didn’t even look at you. he looked so good, not at all bothered like he was before by your little joke, maybe because he knew you’d still have a massive crush on him even if he was the most jerk man in the whole world.

your skirt meant nothing more than a boring piece of cloth that was getting in the way of him reaching his goal and, honestly, he wanted to take it off right that second, but he held himself back. “pussy and joint, thank god.” yeah, well, he was high, you already knew that anyway.

“are you going to be quiet or do you need me to sit on your stupid face?” rafe paused for a second contemplating your words before nodding, pulling your panties down as if he was following orders you didn’t even have to give him.

“this isn’t as threatening as you think it is.”

“rafe.”

“it’s the weed.”

and could you stay mad at him? definitely not. he was a little... well, frustrating and silly, but damn, you could put up with so much bullshit if it meant having his fingers all the way on you. rafe was the perfect blend of everything you couldn’t be, the perfect antidote to whatever it was you had.

his long finger with a silver ring stroked your clit gently, little pressure, just looking at you as if he wanted to gauge exactly what you wanted and how you wanted it. he wasn’t a stranger to it, but pleasing you every time was what he wanted to do. “can i put my finger inside?” anyone could say anything about him, except that he wasn’t a good boy even when he was fingering you.

“yeah.” you sighed deeply, watching his fingers caress your clit before moving down your slit in an almost chilling manner. that was exactly what you needed and you couldn’t believe how well he did it even when he was kind of high.

you had to bite your lips, his middle finger stroked your entrance for a brief moment, using your own juices to make you wetter for him—which, honestly, you already were, but he wanted a little more, just for the show. until he began to lightly pump his finger in and out for a good time, watching you with a small smirk, listening to your every single little grunt.

“you look so pretty with my finger inside your pussy, princess.” he almost sounded like he was purring in his whisper, putting a little more force on your finger and increasing the pace. didn’t you want to de-stress? then, he’d de-stress you nice and deep. “can you suck it for me?”

rafe pulled his finger out of you, making you miss it for a minute before he brought his wet finger to your lips. “open your mouth for me.” he asked in the nicest way possible waiting for you to open your pretty little mouth, like he wasn’t finger fucking you before, like he was a sweet gentleman. “yes. just like that, you’re so obedient, princess.”

he brushed his finger across your lips, chuckling softly in a sly manner. “this could be your lip gloss... i’d love to kiss you with that taste...” he stuck his finger in your mouth, running the tip over your tongue, making you taste yourself on his finger before going deeper. his silver ring was cold against your lips as he was tickling your throat, he loved the sight. “you choke so well on my cock, i wanna see if you do the same with my finger.”

idiot, that was the truth about him, he was still chuckling softly like a silly boy when he purposely started trying to make you choke on his finger. you’d be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t like the way he treated you. “there you go, nice and wet.” he seemed satisfied when he made you gag enough for your eyes to water, it was exactly what he wanted to see. “back to your sweet pussy...”

you took a deep breath as he removed his finger from your mouth, saliva wetting the corner of your lips as he slowly put his finger back inside you, pumping in and out again. “you’re going too slow.” your words came out with a spark of discontent.

“yeah, princess? let’s do this your way then... is that fast enough for you?” the question was almost on purpose, just because he absurdly increased the pace of his fingers and wanted to see if you’d answer him without sighing. which you didn’t, and like the good bastard he always was, this served to make him feel way proud about the effect he had on you. “or do you need a little more?”

he put another finger inside you, making you let out a restrained moan as you bit your lower lip, then he stopped. “no. i wanna hear you. now... or i’ll stop again.” he warned, moving his fingers inside you again. hearing you moan was like listening to music, he couldn’t get tired, especially knowing that he was the one making you moan like that.

but, rafe was weak and you could see the bulge growing in his pants, but he was too busy pleasuring you to care about how horny he felt.

“rafe,” you called him, your hand slowly moving towards his thigh. he was making you feel so fucking good, it was fair that you did the same for him too. “let me touch you too... please.” a smirk began to appear on his lips when he heard you asking to touch him, that was the last straw and he knew he couldn’t deny you anything—not when his fingers were so deep in your pussy.

“yes, princess, whatever you want. my cock is yours... to do what you want.” he grunted, using his free hand to pull his pants down, a little bit, just so he could pull his cock out of his boxers. thick and hard, waiting for your touch. then, he took your hand, guiding it towards his erect member and wrapping your fingers around it. “mhmmh... sweet girl.”

he began to arch his hips upwards as he thrust his fingers deeper inside you again and again, pumping in and out quickly, your moans intensifying and making him feel ever closer to a pleasurable end. he was so worked up for you.

“i’m going to...” your legs were going weak, your fingers squeezing his cock as they moved up and down. your mumbling was intense and messy, you had to look at him and damn, what a sight. you could see his cock glistening with his pre-cum, as if it was offering itself to you. “... fuck.”

“use your... words, princess...” rafe moaned hoarsely, his digits slowing way too much just so he could appreciate your expression of pleasure, the expression of someone who was so close to break down.

“yes... mmhm... i’m going to... come...” each of the words that came out of your mouth dragged out like a long moan. he could feel how much you were squeezing his fingers, moving your hips towards them and almost closing your legs—he knew your stress was dissipating at that moment, seeing the satisfaction reflecting in your eyes.

a low chuckle escaped him, he pumped his fingers in and then, they were completely out of you, so he could just put them all the way down inside you again. back and forth until your inner thighs were shaking. “and so am i...” he grunted, using his free hand to guide your hand one more time, making you stroke him faster and harder than before. “come for me, sweet princess... let me know i made you come like you needed.”

it didn’t take long, your orgasm came like a flood that almost left you drowsy. your breathing was labored, your legs weak and shaking, just like you wanted—just like you needed, the stress of your college life finally leave you alone for a while.

meanwhile, rafe next to you had his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of your hand on his cock, making him see stars until he was a cumming mess. the jets of cum on his bare stomach making him notice how intense he was with you and how only you could provide that to him. “this would be embarrassing if i hadn’t made you cum just now,” he grumbled before straightening up in the driver’s seat to grab a roll of toilet paper from the backseat. yeah, of course he had that there. “here if you need, my princess.”

the emphasis he placed on the possessive pronoun might stress you out if you weren’t simply too busy still thinking about how amazing his fingers felt. you watched him clean himself out of the corner of your eye before doing the same, wiping yourself down and lifting your panties back into place—as if nothing had happened.

“thank you.” despite your behavior, it was clear that this would give him a few good days without having to deal with you insulting him for any little reason you could think of. eventually, he’d totally win you over, it was just a matter of time.

rafe was almost overjoyed to know that he was your escape valve, glad to be able to take advantage of the chances you gave him, especially because he’d make good use of each one of them. “how about we go get something to eat now? i’m so hungry that i could eat you.” he said, the confusing face you made when you didn’t understand what he had said was priceless.

“what did you just say?”

“nothing. it’s the weed.”

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🧵Meet 15 Jewish Nobel Prize Winners Who Changed History🧵

The Jewish population constitutes just 0.18% of the world (15.3 million out of 8.2 billion), yet approximately 20-30% of Nobel Prize winners in fields like Physics, Chemistry, and Medicine are Jewish. This incredible fact highlights the Jewish community's historic contributions to humanity.

Let’s meet just 15 of the over 200 Jewish Nobel Prize winners.

1/ Albert Einstein (1921, Physics).

Einstein was born in Germany to a secular Jewish family. His groundbreaking discovery of the photoelectric effect laid the foundation for quantum mechanics, earning him the Nobel Prize.

▪ His theory of relativity (E=mc²) reshaped our understanding of gravity and spacetime.

▪In 1933, Einstein fled Nazi Germany to the U.S., where he became a vocal advocate for civil rights and Zionism. ▪He helped inspire the Manhattan Project but later became an advocate for nuclear disarmament.

2/ Niels Bohr (1922, Physics).

Born in Denmark to a Jewish mother, Bohr revolutionized atomic physics.

▪His Bohr Model showed electrons orbit the nucleus in distinct energy levels. ▪During WWII, Bohr worked on the Manhattan Project after escaping Nazi persecution. ▪Beyond science, Bohr advocated for global cooperation and peaceful nuclear energy use.

3/ Shmuel Yosef Agnon (1966, Literature).

Born in Galicia (modern-day Ukraine), Agnon immigrated to Ottoman Palestine in 1908.

▪His novels and stories delve into Jewish tradition, spirituality, and the tension between modernity and faith. ▪His acclaimed works include A Simple Story and Only Yesterday. ▪Agnon’s Nobel solidified Hebrew literature's global recognition.

4/ Rosalyn Yalow (1977, Medicine).

Yalow, born in New York to a Jewish family, co-developed radioimmunoassay (RIA), a groundbreaking technique to measure hormones in blood.

▪Her work revolutionized the diagnosis and treatment of diseases like diabetes. ▪Despite gender biases in science at that time, she became the second woman to win the Medicine Nobel.

5/ Baruch Blumberg (1976, Medicine).

Blumberg, a Jewish-American physician, discovered the Hepatitis B virus and developed its vaccine.

▪His research saved millions from liver disease and cancer.

▪Blumberg also served as the first director of NASA’s Astrobiology Institute, exploring life’s origins in the universe.

6/ Lev Landau (1962, Physics)

Born in Baku, Azerbaijan, to a Jewish family, Landau made ground-breaking contributions to condensed matter physics and quantum mechanics.

▪His groundbreaking work on superfluidity explained the behavior of liquid helium at extremely low temperatures. ▪Landau also developed the "Landau-Lifshitz equations," foundational in describing ferromagnetism. ▪Known as a genius in theoretical physics, his "Landau Levels" remain crucial in quantum mechanics.

7/ Richard Feynman (1965, Physics).

Feynman, born to Jewish parents in New York, shared the Nobel for his work in quantum electrodynamics (QED).

▪Known for his brilliance and humor, he revolutionized particle physics with "Feynman diagrams." ▪He contributed to the Manhattan Project and inspired countless scientists through his lectures and books like Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman!

8/ Elie Wiesel (1986, Literature).

A Romanian-born Holocaust survivor, Wiesel wrote Night, a searing memoir of his Auschwitz experience.

▪He dedicated his life to Holocaust education and combating hatred. ▪Wiesel’s Nobel recognized his literary contributions, ensuring the horrors of the Holocaust were never forgotten.

9/ Herbert Hauptman (1985, Chemistry).

Hauptman, a Jewish-American mathematician, co-developed direct methods for solving crystal structures, revolutionizing crystallography.

▪His work paved the way for advances in drug design, enabling scientists to develop life-saving medications. ▪Hauptman’s methods remain foundational in understanding molecular structures in biology and medicine.

10/ Robert Aumann - Yisrael Aumann. (2005, Economics).

An Israeli-American mathematician, Aumann revolutionized game theory, analyzing strategic interactions between rational decision-makers.

▪His work, particularly on "repeated games," has applications in economics, military strategy, and even evolutionary biology. ▪Aumann is an observant Orthodox Jew and has been a vocal advocate for Israel's security and has connected his mathematical insights with the Talmudic concept of fairness and justice. He often reflects on his Jewish heritage in his work and public speeches.

11/ Aaron Ciechanover (2004, Chemistry).

Ciechanover, born in Haifa, Israel, discovered the ubiquitin-mediated protein degradation system.

▪This mechanism explains how cells identify and destroy faulty or damaged proteins, which is essential for maintaining health. ▪His findings have significant implications for treating diseases like cancer, Alzheimer's, and Parkinson's.

12/ Avram Hershko (2004, Chemistry).

Hershko, born in Hungary and a Holocaust survivor, worked alongside Ciechanover on the ubiquitin system.

▪His research showed how proteins are tagged for destruction, which is vital for cellular health. ▪Hershko’s journey from surviving the Holocaust to becoming a Nobel laureate highlights the resilience and brilliance of Jewish scientists.

13/ Daniel Kahneman (2002, Economics).

Kahneman, born in Tel Aviv, is a psychologist whose work transformed economics.

▪He co-authored Thinking, Fast and Slow, exploring how cognitive biases affect decision-making. ▪His prospect theory explained how people assess risk, challenging classical economic theories of rationality.

14/ Ada Yonath (2009, Chemistry).

An Israeli crystallographer, Yonath is celebrated for uncovering the 3D structure of ribosomes, the cell's protein factories.

▪Her work advanced the development of antibiotics targeting bacterial ribosomes, combating antibiotic resistance. ▪Yonath is the first Israeli woman to win the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.

15/ Saul Perlmutter (2011, Physics).

An astrophysicist from Berkeley, Perlmutter co-discovered that the universe’s expansion is accelerating due to "dark energy."

▪His work confirmed the existence of this mysterious force, which makes up about 68% of the universe. ▪Perlmutter’s groundbreaking discovery led to a wave of new theories and observations in cosmology, changing how we understand the cosmos and our place within it.

Conclusion.

Of the 976 individual winners of the Nobel Prize and the Nobel Memorial Prize in Economic Sciences from 1901 through 2024, at least 217 have been Jews or people with at least one Jewish parent, an astonishing 22% of all recipients. 

This amazing achievement underlines the huge contribution that the Jewish community has made to world progress in a wide range of areas, from science and medicine to literature and economics. 

With only 0.2% of the world's population, Jewish people have continued to shape and inspire the world with intellectual perseverance and innovation, thus leaving a lasting legacy for future generations. 

Correction *Jewish population is at 15.8 million. 

Correction: Wiesel won for peace. 

@AP_from_NY

[contemplatingoutlander]

Seventy-seven Nobel laureates have signed a letter urging the US Senate to reject Robert F Kennedy Jr as Donald Trump’s nominee for health and human services secretary, arguing that he is unfit and would put American public health “in jeopardy”.

It is believed to be the first time in living memory that Nobel prize winners have united against a presidential cabinet pick, and comes against a backdrop of Kennedy’s public support for discredited theories, including a claim that childhood vaccines cause autism.

In their letter, prize winners in the fields of medicine, chemistry, physics and economics castigate Kennedy for a “lack of credentials” and point out that he has been “a belligerent critic” of some of the agencies that he would oversee, including the Food and Drug Administration (FDA), the National Institutes of Health (NIH), and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). [...] “In view of his record, placing Mr Kennedy in charge of DHSS would put the public’s health in jeopardy and undermine America’s global leadership in health sciences, in both public and commercial sectors.”

Signatories include Victor Ambros and Gary Ruvkun, who won this year’s Nobel prize for physiology or medicine for their discovery of microRNA. [...] In response, a spokesperson for Trump’s transition team said: “Americans are sick and tired of the elites telling them what to do and how to do it. Our healthcare system in this country is broken, Mr Kennedy will enact President Trump’s agenda to restore the integrity of our healthcare and Make America Healthy Again.”

In response, a spokesperson for Trump’s transition team said: “Americans are sick and tired of the elites telling them what to do and how to do it." [color emphasis added]

Trump's transition team apparently sees no irony in the above statement. They are apparently clueless that RFK, Jr. is about as "elite" as one can get, being a scion of the Kennedy clan.

And aren't Elon Musk and Trump himself members of the "elite" class, not to mention the other billionaires that will have roles in the incoming Trump administration, including: Vivek Ramaswamy, Scott Bessent, Howard Lutnick, Linda McMahon, Jacob Isaacman, Warren Stephens, Stephen Feinberg, Kelly Loeffler, and Charles Kushner.

How long will it be before the average American realizes that Trump is ONLY about building an America where far-right billionaires DICTATE to the rest of us how everything in the U.S. will be.

[iphigeniacomplex]

i do believe legolas is unfuckable. and this is not an insult this is not to say legolas is unattractive. beautiful man. fascinating. a lot going for him. however i don’t think i can say with certainty that he has anything down there. physically. and i think we should confront that possibility. this said he and gimli were obviously having sex, so it stands to reason that legolas can be fucked if you have an enterprising spirit. and that's what this year's nobel prize winners have in common. everybody give it up

[muiitoloko]

Oh shit!

Summary: It was supposed to be just one night and you would never see him again, but of course the universe had other plans.

Pairing: Eli Michaelson × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: Hey @callm3c0nfus3d ! Ta-da! Your request is served with an extra sprinkle of fun! Hope it meets the bar you set! 🎉

Request from @callm3cOnfus3d here.

As you arrived at your parents' house, you couldn't shake the feeling of reluctance that hung over you like a dark cloud. You knew you were late for dinner, but you couldn't bring yourself to care at all. After all, you hadn't wanted to come in the first place.

Your parents had been insistent on hosting a dinner to celebrate your return from London, where you had been studying on a scholarship. They were thrilled that their only daughter had come back home, but you couldn't help but snort at their enthusiasm. If money hadn't been an issue, you would have happily stayed in London, far away from their overbearing presence.

Don't get me wrong, you loved your parents, but they were just too clingy and overprotective for your liking. You had been ecstatic when you received the scholarship to study in London, but now you were stuck finishing your studies in California, burdened with rent payments in London.

Taking a deep breath, you forced a smile onto your face before entering the house. You greeted your parents with a half-hearted apology, blaming your lateness on a "horrible" taxi driver. Your mother welcomed you with open arms, insisting that your lateness was nothing to worry about, that you were elegantly late in her opinion.

You smiled at your mother's remark, returning her kiss on the cheek before shrugging off your coat. Before you could even take another breath, your mother was dragging you off to greet the rest of the family, aunts, uncles, and cousins alike.

You forced yourself to engage in polite conversation, exchanging pleasantries and feigning interest in the lives of your relatives. But all the while, your mind was elsewhere, longing for the freedom and independence you had enjoyed in London.

As you navigated the sea of familiar faces, you couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from the festivities. You were here physically, but mentally, you were a million miles away, lost in thoughts of the life you had left behind in London.

But despite your inner turmoil, you plastered on a smile and played the part of the dutiful daughter, making small talk and pretending to be engaged in the celebration. After all, you didn't want to disappoint your parents, even if their idea of celebration was the last thing you wanted.

Suddenly, your father pulled you away from the mundane conversation with your cousins, a sense of relief washing over you as he introduced you to a man you hadn't seen before. You looked at the stranger with a mix of confusion and intrigue, his unknown presence sparking a glimmer of interest amidst the dullness of the family gathering.

The man was clearly older, yet undeniably handsome, his presence exuding an air of confidence and sophistication that immediately caught your attention. For a moment, you wondered if he might be some distant relative, but your father's introduction quickly dispelled that notion.

"Darling, I'd like you to meet Doctor Eli Michaelson," your father said, his voice filled with pride as he gestured towards the man beside him. "He's a dear friend of mine and a renowned chemist, the winner of the Nobel Prize."

Your eyes widened in surprise at the mention of the Nobel Prize, your interest piqued by the prospect of meeting someone of such esteemed stature. Despite your earlier reluctance, you couldn't help but feel a surge of genuine enthusiasm at the opportunity to discuss chemistry with someone as accomplished as Doctor Michaelson.

You shook Eli's hand eagerly, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as you exchanged introductions. Your father, sensing your genuine interest, excused himself with a knowing smile, leaving you alone with Doctor Michaelson to indulge in your shared passion for chemistry.

"So, Doctor Michaelson," you began, your voice filled with genuine curiosity as you leaned in closer to him. "I must say, I'm absolutely fascinated by your work. Winning the Nobel Prize in chemistry is no small feat."

Eli chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he returned your gaze. "Ah, yes, the Nobel Prize," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of arrogance that only served to pique your interest further. "It was quite the honor, I must admit."

As you delved into a discussion about chemistry, you couldn't help but be drawn in by Eli's charisma and intelligence. His knowledge of the subject was impressive, his insights thought-provoking and insightful. But it wasn't just his intellect that captivated you; there was something undeniably alluring about the way he carried himself, a confidence and self-assuredness that set him apart from the others.

Before you knew it, the conversation had shifted from professional to personal, the air between you charged with a palpable tension that sent shivers down your spine. You found yourself drawn to Eli in a way you hadn't expected, his presence casting a spell over you that you couldn't resist.

As you engaged in conversation with Doctor Eli Michaelson, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was subtly flirting with you, his charming smile and lingering glances leaving no doubt about his intentions. But instead of feeling uncomfortable or offended, you found yourself drawn to his confident demeanor, shamelessly flirting back as you exchanged playful banter and mischievous looks.

"Well, Doctor Michaelson," you teased, a playful twinkle in your eye as you leaned in closer to him. "It seems you're not just a Nobel laureate, but quite the charmer as well."

Eli chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving yours as he leaned in to whisper, "Why, my dear, I do believe you've uncovered my secret."

You laughed, feeling a sense of exhilaration coursing through you as you basked in the thrill of the flirtatious exchange. But before the moment could escalate any further, your mother's voice cut through the air, oblivious to the charged atmosphere between you and Eli as she called you both to dinner.

Reluctantly tearing your gaze away from Eli's, you followed your mother to the dining room, taking your seat at the table with a sense of anticipation. To your delight, you found yourself seated next to Eli, who was now engaged in conversation with your father, his charismatic presence filling the room with a magnetic energy.

As dinner progressed, your father, ever the gracious host, engaged in conversation with Eli, inquiring about various topics, including Eli's work and personal life. However, what came next caught you completely off guard.

"So, Eli," your father began, his voice casual but with a hint of curiosity, "How is your wife?"

You almost choked on your wine at the mention of Eli's wife, the revelation catching you completely by surprise. Wife? You had no idea Eli was married, and the thought sent a jolt of shock coursing through you. You glanced at Eli out of the corner of your eye, but he remained composed, his expression unreadable as he responded to your father's inquiry.

"Oh, Sarah is... fine," Eli replied vaguely, his tone betraying no emotion as he casually sipped his wine. "She's been keeping busy with her own pursuits, spending some of my thousands of dollars"

Your mother, ever perceptive, noticed the discomfort that had settled over you, her brow furrowing with concern as she turned to you. "Are you okay, dear?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry. "You look a bit flushed."

You forced a smile onto your face, dismissing your mother's concern with a wave of your hand. "I'm fine, Mom," you lied, your voice unsteady as you tried to compose yourself. "I think I'm just not used to such strong wine."

Luckily, your mother seemed to accept your explanation, her attention shifting back to the conversation at hand. But Eli, sitting beside you, knew better. His hand trailed up your thigh from under the table, his big, thick fingers teasing the hem of the dress you were wearing.

You stifled a gasp of surprise, feeling a rush of heat pooling in the pit of your stomach at his bold touch. Despite the casual indifference he projected to everyone else, Eli's actions spoke volumes, his touch leaving no doubt about his intentions.

Desperate to regain your composure, you subtly shifted in your seat, trying to distance yourself from Eli's touch without drawing attention to the situation. But to everyone else's sight, Eli seemed indifferent, his gaze fixed on your father as he continued their conversation with practiced ease.

Your father, oblivious to the tension between you and Eli, chuckled softly at Eli's response. "Ah, yes, I heard the gossip," he admitted, his voice tinged with amusement. "Sarah asked for a divorce, didn't she? Must be having quite the time with some of your millions."

Eli's lips curled into a smirk at the mention of his ex-wife, his eyes gleaming with a hint of satisfaction. "Yes, well, some things are better left in the past," he replied cryptically, his tone betraying no remorse for the failed marriage.

You relaxed at the mention of divorce, relieved that Eli was not a married man. You certainly didn't want to engage in any illicit affairs, especially not with someone who was already committed. As Eli finally moved his hand away from you, you let out a silent sigh of relief, grateful that the tension between you had dissipated.

Turning your attention back to the conversation, you engaged in small talk with one of your cousins about your experiences in London. Meanwhile, Eli continued talking to your father, his voice smooth and confident as he discussed various topics with ease.

But as the conversation continued, you couldn't shake the lingering desire that had been ignited by Eli's earlier touch. Feeling emboldened by the privacy of the tablecloth, you let your fingers trail down Eli's thigh, dangerously close to brushing against his length beneath the table.

Eli's reaction was immediate, a barely perceptible shift in his demeanor betraying his surprise at your boldness. But just as quickly as it had appeared, his indifference returned, his expression giving away nothing as he continued to converse with your father.

You continued to tease Eli, your fingers tracing tantalizing patterns along his thigh, teasing him with the promise of something more. But as much as you wanted to feel him, to confirm the size and hardness of him beneath the table, you held back, reveling in the anticipation of what was to come.

As you continued your conversation, your mind raced with anticipation, your thoughts consumed by the illicit thrill of what was happening beneath the table. You couldn't believe how bold you were being, teasing a man you barely knew in front of your family, but the excitement of the forbidden only fueled your desire further.

Just as you thought Eli might move your hand away, he surprised you yet again, his hand reaching down to grab yours and pressing it against his crotch. Your eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected move, but you quickly composed yourself, your heart racing with excitement as you felt the unmistakable bulge of his arousal beneath the fabric.

Feeling emboldened by Eli's brazenness, you squeezed him lightly, relishing in the feeling of his hardness beneath your touch. He looked big, and the thought of what lay beneath his trousers sent a rush of heat pooling between your thighs. You couldn't wait to see him fully aroused, to feel him inside you, filling you up completely.

But as the dinner drew to a close, you reluctantly moved Eli's hand away, the thrill of the forbidden still lingering in the air between you. With a subtle exchange of looks, you both silently agreed to maintain the facade of normalcy until the end of the evening, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had happened beneath the table.

As you said goodbye to your family, your father offered to give you a ride to your apartment, but as expected, Eli butted into the conversation, inquiring about your address and offering to take you home himself. You accepted without hesitation, your heart racing with excitement at the prospect of being alone with Eli at last.

As you made your way to his car, your father, oblivious to the sexual tension between you, thanked Eli for his generosity and instructed him to take good care of you. Eli's response was laced with a touch of malice that went unnoticed by everyone but you, his baritone voice dripping with hidden meaning.

"Oh, I'll take very good care of her," Eli replied with a smirk, his eyes locking with yours in a silent promise of things to come. "You have my word."

With that, you climbed into Eli's car, the anticipation of what awaited you sending a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. As he started the engine and pulled away from the curb, you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the prospect of what the night would bring.

You were going to fuck Eli Michaelson, the renowned chemist and Nobel laureate, and you couldn't wait to see what he had in store for you. It was going to be a wild and unforgettable night, a one-night stand to welcome you back to California with a bang.

As Eli drove to your apartment, the tension between you simmered, the anticipation of what was to come hanging thick in the air. His hand rested casually on your thigh, and you didn't hesitate to part your legs slightly, inviting him to explore further. With a satisfied smirk, Eli accepted your silent invitation, his fingers trailing tantalizingly along the soft skin of your inner thigh.

Feeling emboldened by your response, Eli leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "You're so eager for me, aren't you?"

You shivered at the sensation of his breath against your skin, a rush of heat flooding your senses at his words. "Very eager," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you leaned into his touch. "I've been thinking about you all night."

Eli's lips curled into a satisfied smirk at your confession, his hand tightening slightly on your thigh as he reveled in the knowledge of your desire. But as the car came to a stop at a red light, he saw an opportunity too good to pass up. With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, he leaned in to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

You melted into his embrace, your lips moving in perfect sync with his as you lost yourself in the intoxicating heat of the moment. Eli tasted even better than you had imagined, his kiss hungry and demanding as he claimed you as his own.

But as the cars behind you honked impatiently, Eli reluctantly pulled away, his lips swollen and red from the intensity of your kiss. "We should probably get going," he murmured, his voice husky with desire as he reluctantly tore himself away from you.

You nodded, your own breathing ragged as you struggled to regain your composure. With a silent understanding, you both knew that the night was far from over, and you couldn't wait to pick up where you left off.

As the light turned green, Eli resumed driving, his hand still resting possessively on your thigh as he navigated the streets of the city. The anticipation of what awaited you at your apartment sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins, and you couldn't wait to be alone with Eli at last.

When you finally arrived at your apartment building, you wasted no time in getting out of the car, your heart racing with anticipation as you led Eli to the elevator. His hand trailed possessively along the small of your back, his touch sending shivers of desire racing down your spine.

As the elevator doors closed behind you, Eli wasted no time in pressing you against the wall, his body flush against yours as he pinned you in place. You could feel the unmistakable bulge of his arousal pressing against your thigh, sending a rush of heat pooling between your legs.

"You promised to take good care of me, remember?" you teased, a mischievous glint in your eye as you gazed up at him. "Are you going to keep your word?"

Eli's lips curled into an arrogant smirk at your question, his hands roaming freely over your body as he claimed you as his own. "Oh, I intend to keep my promise," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he leaned in closer. "But first, I think I'll need a little reminder of what you taste like."

With that, he captured your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue probing eagerly against yours as he savored the taste of your desire. You kissed him back with equal fervor, lost in the intoxicating heat of the moment as you surrendered completely to the passion that burned between you.

But as the elevator dinged to signal your arrival at your floor, Eli reluctantly pulled away, his breath ragged as he struggled to regain his composure. "We'll continue this inside," he promised, his voice husky with desire as he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips.

With a shared glance filled with unspoken promise, you both stepped out of the elevator and made your way to your apartment, the anticipation of what awaited you sending a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. Tonight was going to be a night to remember, a night of passion and desire that would leave you both breathless with longing.

And as you unlocked the door to your apartment and stepped inside with Eli by your side, you knew that the night was just beginning, and you couldn't wait to see where it would take you. As he looked around your apartment, he couldn't help but whistle in impressed admiration. The space was indeed bigger and better than he had imagined for a young single woman. You explained that the apartment was actually a gift from your father, given to you as a welcome back gesture for returning to California.

Eli nodded, but couldn't resist teasing you, "So, you're daddy's spoiled daughter, huh?" he remarked with a playful smirk.

You brushed off his comment, shrugging as you took off your coat. "Does it matter at this moment?" you questioned, looking up at him with a coy smile.

Eli chuckled, shaking his head. "No, it doesn't matter," he agreed, leaning in to kiss you again.

But you stopped him with a hand on his chest, your expression turning serious. "Do you have condoms?" you asked, your voice low and sultry.

Eli's smirk widened into a grin as he reached into his wallet to retrieve a condom. He handed it to you with a satisfied grin, and you took it eagerly, feeling a rush of anticipation course through you.

Taking his hand, you led him to the bedroom, your heart racing with excitement as you thought about what was to come. Eli liked how bold you were, clearly getting what he wanted, and he couldn't help but admire your confidence.

But as you reached the bedroom door, he gently pulled you back, his expression turning serious. "Just a reminder," he murmured, his hooked nose brushing against your cheek as he whispered, "I'm the one calling the shots tonight."

You grinned up at him, your eyes glinting with mischief as you replied, "We'll see about that, Doctor."

With that, you pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him with a confidence that made Eli's heart race with excitement. He watched eagerly as you straddled him, your movements fluid and graceful as you stripped off your clothes with practiced ease.

As you hovered over him, completely naked and unashamed, Eli couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through him. He reached out to touch you, his fingers trailing lightly along the curve of your waist as he admired the beauty before him.

But you didn't give him the chance to explore further. Instead, you grabbed his hand and guided it to your heat, urging him to touch you where you needed him most. With a satisfied smirk, Eli obliged, his fingers teasing and exploring every inch of your aching flesh.

You moaned in pleasure at his touch, your back arching instinctively as he found all the right spots to drive you wild with desire. With each passing moment, the tension between you grew, the air thick with anticipation as you both surrendered completely to the passion that burned between you.

But just as you thought you couldn't take it any longer, Eli flipped you onto your back, pinning you in place with a hungry gaze that sent shivers of excitement racing down your spine. Eli's hoarse voice filled the room as he made it clear that it was his turn to take control. With a hungry gaze, he began to undress, his movements deliberate and calculated as he stripped off his clothes with practiced ease. You watched him intently, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of his trick body.

With a smirk, Eli tore open the condom packet with his teeth, a confident display of his prowess. And as he rolled the condom around himself, you couldn't help but let out an involuntary "Oh shit" at the sight of his impressive size. Eli's ego swelled at your reaction, a satisfied grin spreading across his lips.

"You like what you see?" he teased, his baritone voice sending shivers of excitement down your spine.

You nodded eagerly, unable to tear your gaze away from him. "Definitely," you admitted, a mischievous glint in your eye. "But let's see if you can live up to the hype."

With a playful smirk, Eli leaned in closer, his hands roaming eagerly over your body as he pressed himself against you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he entered you slowly, letting you get used to his impressive girth.

As he settled completely inside you, you both let out a simultaneous moan of pleasure, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. Eli's hands gripped the sheets on either side of your head, his hooked nose brushing against your cheek as he whispered dirty things in your ear.

"You like that, huh?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Fucking your dad's best friend?"

You surprised him with your boldness, stroking his jaw as you responded with a smile. "If my father's friends are as attractive and interesting as you," you teased, your voice low and sultry, "then I might just have to start fucking all of them."

Eli chuckled softly at your response, his ego inflated by your praise. "You minx," he murmured, his lips trailing hot kisses along your neck as he began to move inside you with slow, deliberate thrusts.

The heat between you was electric, the air thick with unspoken desire as you surrendered completely to the passion that burned between you. With each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo.

But just as you thought you couldn't take it any longer, Eli leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Come for me, darling. Let me feel you unravel around me."

With a shudder of pleasure, you let yourself go, surrendering completely to the ecstasy that consumed you. As you cried out his name in pleasure, Eli's ego swelled with satisfaction, knowing that he had brought you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Eli groaned, his voice thick with desire as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. "Such a good little slut, spreading your legs for me like this, opening your legs for a man you barely know."

You moaned in response, the sensation of him filling you completely overwhelming in its intensity. "Yes, Eli," you gasped, your voice a breathless whisper as you surrendered completely to the pleasure coursing through your veins. "Harder, please."

Eli complied eagerly, his hips slamming into yours with bruising force as he drove you both closer and closer to the edge. The air was thick with the smell of sex, your bodies slick with sweat as you lost yourselves in the ecstasy of the moment.

With each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the brink again, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. "Oh, Eli," you cried out, your voice echoing in the empty room as you tumbled over the edge into ecstasy.

But Eli wasn't far behind, his own release tearing through him with explosive force as he buried himself deep inside you. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure as he spilled himself into the condom, his body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm.

As you both collapsed against each other, spent and satisfied, you couldn't help but revel in the aftermath of your passion. Eli's hooked nose brushed against your cheek as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

"That was incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine awe as he gazed down at you with adoration. "You're amazing."

You smiled up at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over you at his praise. "You're not so bad yourself," you teased, your voice playful.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, you suddenly pushed Eli off of you, catching him off guard as he slid off the bed. With a tired sigh, you pulled the covers off of yourself, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling over you after the long day you had.

Settling into the pillow, you turned to Eli and instructed him to make sure he closed the door behind him when he left. You mentioned that the lock was automatic, so it would close as soon as he left the room. Eli looked at you in surprise, a hint of confusion clouding his features as he processed your words.

"Babe, are you serious?" Eli questioned, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You're kicking me out already?"

You didn't answer him, instead choosing to ignore his question as you pretended to sleep peacefully in bed. Eli felt a pang of frustration and rejection wash over him, his ego bruised from being discarded so easily.

He had never experienced this before; usually, he was the one to send women away or sneak out the next morning. It was a strange and unfamiliar feeling for Eli, one that left him feeling a little unsettled despite achieving what he had wanted.

Gathering his clothes, Eli took off the condom and disposed of it in the bathroom before getting dressed. As he fastened his belt, he couldn't help but look at you, feeling a mixture of frustration and longing as you lay there, seemingly indifferent to his presence.

Walking over to the bed, Eli leaned in to kiss you one last time, his lips lingering against yours with a mixture of desire and resentment. But instead of reciprocating, you pushed him away, telling him to go away with a playful laugh.

And Eli growled. If you were going to treat him like a toy, then so be it. With a smirk, he grabbed your wrists as you pushed against him, pinning you to the mattress with a firm grip. You laughed with amusement as he held you still, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless. He trailed kisses down your neck, grazing his teeth against your skin, his intention clear as day.

"Don't you dare," you warned, your voice tinged with mock indignation as you squirmed beneath him.

But Eli ignored your protests, his teeth sinking into your skin as he left a love bite that made you moan in pleasure. You writhed under him, unable to resist the sensation of his teeth against your neck as he marked you as his own.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Eli pulled away, licking the mark he had left with a satisfied grin. He released your wrists, standing up as you pretended to be angry with him, though it would take a lot of work to hide the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

Ignoring your faux anger, Eli said goodbye with a wink, his baritone voice filled with amusement as he teased, "I'll see you around, darling."

With that, he left the apartment, closing the door behind him with a satisfying click. As you heard the automatic lock engage, you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the thrill of the forbidden. Eli may have been arrogant and self-centered, but there was no denying the undeniable chemistry between you.

As you put Eli out of your mind, you couldn't deny the lingering thrill of the one-night stand. It had been exhilarating, no doubt, but you were determined to move on and focus on your studies. After all, it was just a fleeting moment of passion, nothing more.

But fate had other plans.

A few days later, as the semester at your new university began, you found yourself strolling through the halls, trying to familiarize yourself with the campus. You were not at all happy about having to study at a university where your father was a Mathematics professor. The thought of being constantly under his watchful eye made you feel suffocated, like you couldn't breathe without his judgment looming over you.

But as you navigated the crowded halls, lost in thought, you suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out to you. Turning around, you were shocked to see Eli Michaelson standing there, a confident smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine. "Fancy seeing you here, darling."

You felt a surge of panic at the sight of him, your mind racing with a million questions. How had he found you? What was he doing here? And most importantly, what did he want from you?

Before you could gather your thoughts, Eli was already closing the distance between you, his presence looming large and intimidating. "I must say, I didn't expect to run into you so soon," he continued, his hooked nose twitching with amusement. "But I'm certainly not complaining."

You took a step back, feeling the walls closing in around you as Eli invaded your personal space. "What do you want, Eli?" you demanded.

Eli made a mocking noise, "Tsk, tsk, no, this isn't Eli, it's Professor Michaelson to you," he corrected you with a smirk.

You looked at him in shock, repeating, "Professor?"

Eli smiled, a shit-eating grin spreading across his lips as he nodded. "That's right, darling. Professor Eli Michaelson, at your service," he introduced himself with exaggerated formality, as if it was the first time you had seen each other.

You stared at him in disbelief, your mind reeling with the implications of his words. "Oh shit," you muttered under your breath, the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Eli's smirk widened at your reaction, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched the realization dawn on you. "Surprised to see me, darling?" he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

You nodded dumbly, unable to find the words to express your shock. "I... I had no idea you were a professor here," you stammered, your mind racing with a million questions.

Eli chuckled softly, enjoying your flustered state. "Well, surprise," he replied with a wink. "Looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of each other from now on."

Suddenly, you realized that Eli had always known all along that you would be attending this university, and a surge of anger and frustration washed over you. How could he have slept with you, knowing that he would be your professor? The audacity of the man infuriated you, but as you looked into his smug expression, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions.

Eli kept smiling, leaning in closer until his face was mere inches from yours. His baritone voice filled the air, thick with satisfaction as he taunted you with his words. "Well, well, looks like the little slut got caught," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Didn't think I'd be your chemistry professor, did you?"

You recoiled at his words, feeling a surge of indignation at his arrogant tone. How dare he speak to you like that? But as you looked into his piercing gaze, you couldn't deny the undeniable attraction that pulsed between you. Damn, why did this bastard have to be so attractive?

Eli's smirk widened at your reaction, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he leaned in even closer. "You're such a naughty girl, fucking your teacher like this," he whispered, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

You felt a surge of arousal at his words, the heat pooling between your legs despite your best efforts to resist him. How could he have this effect on you, even now, when you knew he was nothing but trouble?

With a frustrated sigh, you pushed him away, trying to put some distance between you. "This is not funny, Eli," you snapped, your voice tinged with annoyance. "You knew I would be coming here, and yet you still slept with me. What the hell were you thinking?"

Eli's smirk faltered slightly at your words, a hint of uncertainty flickering in his eyes before he regained his composure. "What can I say?" he replied, his voice smooth and confident. "I couldn't resist the temptation. And besides, who says we can't have a little fun now that you're my student?"

You glared at him, your frustration mounting with each passing moment. How could he be so cavalier about this? Didn't he realize the consequences of his actions?

With a sigh, you shook your head, trying to shake off the conflicting emotions swirling within you. “No, Eli,” you warned, your voice steady despite the tremor of uncertainty that lingered beneath the surface. “You’re my teacher, and I’m still your student. Let’s try to keep things professional from now on, okay?”

Eli nodded, his expression falsely serious as he held your gaze. "Of course," he agreed, his voice tinged with arrogance. "I understand. But just know that I can't promise to keep my hands off you when you're sitting in my class, looking all hot and bothered."

You rolled your eyes at his shameless flirtation, feeling a reluctant smile tug at the corners of your lips despite yourself. Damn, why did he have to be so charming?

As you turned to walk away, Eli couldn't help but let out a self-satisfied smirk, his eyes trailing down to appreciate the sway of your hips with an arrogant grin. Damn, you looked good walking away, and he couldn't wait to have you up against his desk, begging for more.

With a chuckle to himself, Eli turned to go the opposite way down the hallway, his confident stride drawing attention from passersby. He spotted one of his adoring students, a young woman with a blush on her cheeks as she glanced at him shyly.

Eli winked at her with a smirk, enjoying the way she giggled and blushed even deeper in response. He was pleased with the effect he had on her, reveling in the power he held over his students.

"Good morning, Professor Michaelson," she greeted him, her voice soft and hesitant.

"Good morning, my dear," Eli replied smoothly, his baritone voice dripping with charm. "How are you today?"

The young woman blushed even deeper at his attention, her eyes darting away shyly. "I'm good, thank you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eli chuckled softly at her response, enjoying the way she squirmed under his gaze. "That's good to hear," he murmured, his tone low and seductive. "I trust you'll be attending my lecture today?"

The young woman nodded eagerly, a hint of excitement in her eyes. "Of course, Professor," she replied, her voice filled with adoration.

Eli smiled indulgently at her, pleased with her eagerness to please him. "Excellent," he replied, his tone approving. "I look forward to seeing you there, my dear."

With a final wink, Eli continued on his way down the hall, his mind already turning to the day ahead. He had a lecture to prepare and a class to teach, but first, he couldn't resist the opportunity to indulge in a little flirtation with his adoring students.

As he reached his office, Eli couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at the thought of seeing you again. Damn, he couldn't wait to have you in his class, to watch you squirm under his gaze as he imparted his wisdom upon you.

With a satisfied smirk, Eli pushed open the door to his office, ready to start the day with a sense of purpose and determination. After all, he was Doutor Eli Michaelson, Nobel laureate and renowned scientist, and he wouldn't let anything or anyone stand in the way of his ambitions.

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─ Mo Yan, Shifu, You'll Do Anything for a Laugh: A Novel /莫言 《師傅越來越幽默》第5章.  (Chinese writer, b. 1955) Literary movement Magical & realism. Nobel Prize winner in Literature 2012. His original name is Guan Moye (管謨業). 

📌 He has been awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature 2012 for his work which "with hallucinatory realism merges folk tales, history and the contemporary". Among the works highlighted by the Nobel judges were Red Sorghum (1987) and Big Breasts & Wide Hips (2004), as well as The Garlic Ballads.

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About writer - Mo Yan 莫言

China''s most critically acclaimed author, has changed the face of his country''s contemporary literature with such daring and masterly novels as Red Sorghum, The Garlic Ballads, and The Republic of Wine. In this collection of eight astonishing stories--the title story of which has been adapted to film by the award-winning director of Red Sorghum Zhang Yimou--Mo Yan shows why he is also China''s leading writer of short fiction.

His passion for writing shaped by his own experience of almost unimaginable poverty as a child, Mo Yan uses his talent to expose the harsh abuses of an oppressive society. In these stories he writes of those who suffer, physically and spiritually, under its yoke: the newly unemployed factory worker who hits upon an ingenious financial opportunity; two former lovers revisiting their passion fleetingly before returning to their spouses; young couples willing to pay for a place to share their love in private; the abandoned baby brought home by a soldier to his unsympathetic wife; the impoverished child who must subsist on a diet of iron and steel; the young bride willing to go to any length to escape an odious, arranged marriage. Never didactic, Mo''s fiction ranges from tragedy to wicked satire, rage to whimsy, magical fable to harsh realism, from impassioned pleas on behalf of struggling workers to paeans to romantic love.

[geopsych]

“Everything we call real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real.”

—Niels Bohr, Danish physicist and 1922 Nobel Prize winner in physics

[mokhosz-nafo]

Nobel Prize winners in physics, Ferenc Krausz and Serge Haroche, visited Ukraine to show support for its people, the Nobel Prize press service reported.

They toured ruined university buildings, an underground school near the front line, and Kyiv's Okhmatdyt children's hospital, which was hit by a Russian missile last year.

Amid air raid sirens, Krausz and Haroche gave lectures and took part in discussions in bomb shelters at Kyiv and Kharkiv National Universities.

"We received this incredible prize, and with it comes responsibility—not just in science, but for humanity as a whole," said Ferenc Krausz.

They also handed a petition supporting Ukraine to Oleksandra Matviychuk, head of the Center for Civil Liberties and a Nobel Peace Prize laureate.

The document, signed by over 120 Nobel laureates, calls for rebuilding Ukraine using frozen Russian assets.

[the-most-humble-blog]

“Have Fun Sleeping Tonight: The Dead Version of You Might Be Watching”

— If the many-worlds theory is even half true, then sleep isn’t peace. It’s surveillance.

I. THE SCIENCE DOESN’T REASSURE YOU. IT MAGNIFIES THE NIGHTMARE.

Let’s begin where your science teacher ended: The Many-Worlds Interpretation of Quantum Mechanics (Everett, 1957). It posits this:

Every decision, action, or observation splits reality into parallel timelines.

That means:

There is a universe where you said yes instead of no.

A timeline where you died in your sleep.

A version where you snapped. Killed. Regretted nothing.

You don’t just exist in one place. You’re fractally smeared across infinite permutations.

Now stop.

Do you feel that nausea creeping in? That’s your brain trying to collapse the waveform back into a comforting lie:

“But those other ‘yous’ aren’t real.”

Except they are. According to cosmologist Max Tegmark, the multiverse isn’t fantasy — it’s the logical extension of quantum math. (Tegmark, Our Mathematical Universe, 2014.) He states plainly:

“Parallel worlds are not a theory — they are a prediction.”

Prediction.

That means if you follow any school of modern physics not 100 years out of date, the idea of “other yous” isn’t science fiction. It’s default reality.

And you haven’t asked the worst question yet.

II. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ONE OF YOU DOESN’T STAY PUT?

Let’s talk spillage.

Physicist Sean Carroll speculates that consciousness might be quantum-based. Roger Penrose, Nobel Prize winner, agrees. They propose that consciousness is not just produced by the brain — it might be entangled across quantum fields. (Penrose & Hameroff, Orch-OR Theory)

So what happens when:

One version of you dies?

Another version becomes violent, unstable, malevolent?

One you commits suicide while another sleeps peacefully?

Answer: If even one fragment of consciousness is entangled across realities… then your peaceful version isn’t alone.

Your dreams may not be dreams. Your shadow may not be your own. You may be watched — by a version of yourself with nothing left to lose.

III. PARANORMAL REPORTS LINE UP DISTURBINGLY WELL.

Let’s shift gears.

Ever heard of The Doppelgänger Effect?

Historical records, folklore, and police reports all document encounters with one’s own double. But not metaphorically — visually, audibly, and viscerally real.

In 1845, Emilie Sagee, a French schoolteacher, was reported by her students to appear in two places at once — teaching in the classroom while standing in the garden. Multiple students saw this. Repeatedly.

In 1983, a woman named Mrs. H called a UK radio show describing waking up to see herself standing at the foot of her bed, grinning. The double vanished when she screamed. That night, her twin sister died — 300 miles away.

You think these are just ghost stories?

Then explain the U.S. military remote viewing project ("Project Stargate") which openly documented experiences of operatives describing altered versions of themselves when viewing alternative locations.

Not other people. Alternate versions of themselves.

This wasn’t a YouTube rabbit hole. This was government-funded parapsychology lasting 20 years.

IV. SPIRITUAL SYSTEMS HAVE BEEN TRYING TO WARN YOU FOR CENTURIES.

Every major religion describes some fragmented self:

In Christianity: “The old self must die for the new to live.”

In Buddhism: “The self is an illusion constructed from fragments.”

In Gnostic texts: “You are a splinter of a fallen Aeon, seeking your original totality.”

In Islamic mysticism: “Your nafs (ego self) will devour you if not purified.”

All agree: There is a You that must be confronted, destroyed, or merged — Or it will consume you from the inside.

You think religion is primitive?

No. It’s just older science, wrapped in parable.

Even Carl Jung said:

“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life — and you will call it fate.”

But what if that unconscious isn’t in your mind? What if it’s in another reality? And it’s grown stronger by watching you ignore it?

V. NIGHTMARES MAY BE THE ONLY TIME YOU’RE IN THE SAME ROOM.

Let’s talk sleep.

During REM, your brain emits gamma oscillations at frequencies seen during lucid dreams, psychedelic states, and near-death experiences. Studies suggest the brain enters a hyper-networked state, where it becomes sensitive to… what, exactly?

Answer:

Possibly the other yous.

Ever had a nightmare where you were the villain? Where you watched yourself do something you never would? Or woke up sweating, shaking, but couldn’t explain why?

That wasn’t “just a dream.” That may have been a cross-link.

Neurologist Dr. Patrick McNamara believes that sleep paralysis, nightmare recurrence, and certain terror hallucinations stem not from disorder — but from an encounter with hostile psychological doubles.

He writes:

“The Self is not singular in dream states. It fractures. It negotiates.” And sometimes? It loses.

VI. THE SHADOW THAT MOVES DIFFERENTLY THAN YOU.

Ever catch your reflection moving wrong?

Not metaphorically. Not “I’m tired” wrong.

Wrong.

Faster than you. Smiling when you aren’t. Tilting its head a millisecond off.

Psychologists call this The Capgras Delusion — a syndrome where a person believes their loved one has been replaced by an identical impostor.

But what if some of these “delusions” are true experiences from a consciousness spilling sideways into another dimension?

Because the phenomenon doesn’t just happen with people. It happens with mirrors. With self.

Ever heard the phrase:

“You looked like someone else for a second.”

No one says that about strangers. They say it about you.

VII. SO WHAT HAPPENS IF THE DEAD YOU NEVER LEFT?

Let’s push this horror to its logical conclusion.

What happens when a version of you dies with rage, regret, or obsession?

That echo doesn’t vanish.

If consciousness is quantum-entangled, death doesn’t delete it. It disconnects it. And disconnected things are unpredictable.

That version of you, furious and free from laws of physics, no longer tethered to a body… might cling to the nearest iteration of familiarity.

You.

You — who still breathe. You — who still dream. You — who left them behind.

And every time you wake up in a panic at 3:17 AM, sweating, sure that something was in the room?

Maybe you’re right. Maybe it was you. Just not the version who brushes their teeth and posts online.

The version who lost everything, and now just… watches.

VIII. SO WHAT SHOULD YOU DO?

You want peace?

Too bad.

You are being watched. You are being mirrored. You are being remembered by the parts of yourself you tried to forget.

The religious were right to pray. The scientists were right to worry. The philosophers were right to scream into the void.

Because the void sometimes screams back. And it knows your name. Because it used to wear it.

IX. CONCLUSION: THE EYE IN THE DARK IS YOUR OWN.

This isn’t fiction.

Every citation above comes from peer-reviewed research, Nobel lectures, classified debriefs, or theological traditions predating modern ego.

And every night you go to sleep thinking you’re “just dreaming,” you might be giving a front-row seat to the part of yourself that no longer needs eyes to see.

So tonight?

When the lights go out. And you close your eyes. And feel the breath behind your shoulder — even though no one’s there.

Don’t worry.

It’s probably just you.

One of you.

Reblog if you feel watched. Reblog if you felt something read this over your shoulder. Reblog if you suddenly aren’t tired anymore.

⚖️ Final Reminder: This post was engineered to exploit gaps in quantum theory, mirror neuron mirage, and cross-dimensional memory decay. It may cause insomnia, dissociation, or arousal in certain readers. This is literature. This is a mirror. This is not safe.