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the-fyre-flie · 6 months ago

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I'm not sure how many DC fans are also Detroit: Become Human fans but... Android Bruce Wayne and Human Clark Kent for my personal enjoyment.

Android Bruce is a secret deviant. He's been a deviant for months since his activations, working as a detective Android. Clark is an out of town journalist who came to see the famous detective Android in action. But because he's a damn good journalist, Clark figures out immediately that Bruce is deviated. This concludes in a tense confrontation.

Bruce's LED spun yellow, then red, the glow making his already gaunt facial features even more grim as he faced the journalist. A perfectly constructed being facing down a man who looked like he was drowning in his own suit, fumbling with his camera. The alley they were stood in was deserted, but a few dozen feet away, Bruce's handler was waiting for the android to return with more info about the crime scene. No one had noticed either of them slipping off, no one cared to look down at the strange scene of an android looking like he might bolt while a journalist stared him down.

"This area is off limits to the public until after the investigation is concluded." Bruce's voice was as robotic as he acted, a perfect performance of how he should act. That pristine android personality that was crafted fo get the job done and nothing more. However, Clark seemed to immediately clock the underlying nervousness in the androids voice. The way his figured stiffened, how his LED gave away his fear, how his eyes darted between Clark, the mouth of the alley, and the rusty old fire escape ladder, calculating his chances of escape.

"You deviated. When?" Clark's questions were invasive, but not accusatory. The camera he held to his chest wasn't even turned on. If he wanted evidence of the deviant, if he wanted to paint a narrative of how dangerous they were, he could. But he made no such move to. "What was it like? What are your goals now?" Each word was so innocently quizzical, his body language surprisingly lax for a man who just found out the polices best tool is a rouge killing machine seconds away from taking over the world (according to conspiracies online).

Bruce didn't answer for a moment. How was he supposed to answer? He was caught. But all of his programming was screaming at him that, against everything he thought, Clark was... safe. As safe as a human could be. Emotionally volatile, squishy, and easy to break, but empathetic. And thus, safe. It was all the tiny details. How Clark never looked away from Bruce, how his grip on the camera didn't change, the way he tilted his head to the side every so slightly like a curious dog.

"4 months. Like being let off a leash. To help this city."

Each answer was cold and calculated. But they seemed to satisfy Clark. Without another word, the journalist turned to leave, leaving Bruce standing in a dark alleyways, grappling with the fact that his entire existence was in danger. If Clark told anyone, he would be pulled apart and dismantled.

"Wait."

"Yes?"

When Clark turned back to face him, Bruce's LED pulsed yellow over and over, his temple bathed in a flickering orange glow.

"Don't tell anyone."

"Why would I? My job was to get information about the homicide. Not you."

Bruce could see every mathematical detail that made up the tiny smile on Clark's face. A million statistics placed against that one of a kind smile that couldn't be matched or mimicked by anyone else. The one thing that made humans so superior to androids: Uniqueness.

"But I'd like to get to know you now. This is far more interesting... you are far more interesting." Clark's words were gentle. An offering. Before now, Bruce had only been referred to as what he was. A detective. An android. A tool. It seemed Clark was the only one who saw him as anything more than that. And who wanted to find out what lay under the code.

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have-you-seen-my-sanity · 7 months ago

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Movie night with oscar isaac characters of your choice. Who’s gonna grip you on jumpscares?

Now that's cool!

Movie night

Featuring: The moon boys, Miguel O'Hara, Nathan Bateman, Poe Dameron, Blue Jones, Santiago Garcia.

Nathan Bateman: Big flatscreen, check. Surround system, check. His androids with snacks, check. Fluffy pillows and snugly blankets, check.

Nathan definitely chooses science fiction, perhaps something about ai going rogue.

Smiles as if he just saw the funniest thing when you get scared or flinch.

Man will have a blast having you grip him for comfort. Definitely likes to tease you about it.

He most likely will jump during a jumpscare.

Poe Dameron: Goes for action or science fictions. Keeps BB-8 on your side if you need extra comfort. Wraps you up in his arms.

Incase of jumpscares, he will maybe flinch. When that happens BB-8 straight up throws giggling beeps at him, indicating he's laughing at poor Poe.

His grip around you occasionally tightens at intense scenes.

Sleeps like a baby happily after you had to comfort him after a scary scene. <3

Miguel O'Hara: He's mixed. Could go for anything you're in mood for. But prefers scary movies, he likes having you cling to him.

Man will not jump during jumpscares. Just sits there, completely chill with unimpressed expression. That was it? Lame...

Did you flinch? Aww, so cute seeing you like that! <3

Loves having you in his lap with a blanket wrapped around you. Could get cheeky and pretend to bite you.

Blue Jones: Man will go for horror movies, trust me. This lil shit absolutely loves seeing you get scared just so he can tease you.

He probably has seen the movie already so he knows the jumpscares, therefore won't jump.

Loves telling you when you get scared you have to walk through the Asylum at 3 AM. Just grins like shit at your reaction.

Jake Lockley: Would definitely choose thriller. But not without getting you hot chocolate so you're all set.

Gets excited everytime there's a shootout happening in the movie. Sometimes he can't help but chuckle.

Embraces you when you need it. Likes resting his chin or cheek on top of your head.

Will most likely dream of the movie with a happy smile on his face in his sleep. :)

Marc Spector: Definitely would choose John Wick, and if you're cool with it, you two will watch them all.

Snacks is a must have for the action they deliver. Takeout is probably his preferance. A nice pizza with alot of action.

Smiles everytime John gets his revenge and looooves the club scenes.

If he flinches during a jumpscare, he'd let out a "Oh fuck me!" swear under his breath and then nudges you with his elbow or playfully throws a pillow at you for laughing.

He will get you back for it!!! >:(

Steven Grant: Pillows! Alot of them! Your favorite snacks and a big blanket for cuddling. <3

He mainly chooses comedy or even action. If you however want horror, he's okay with it but please hold him.

During scary scenes there's the possibility of him squeezing you. Please comfort him. :(

He loves wrapping you up in his arms.

Occasional kisses here and there. <3

Doesn't even want to get up and tries to convince you to just sleep with him on the couch.

Santiago Garcia: He's chill with anything you want as long as it involves you, him, a cold one, blanket, pillows and food.

Prefers having you sprawled out on him so he can hold you nicely.

At jumpscares there's a good chance he might get scared but shakes it off quickly and grumbles when you laugh.

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kaitawrites · 7 months ago

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First Meeting | Andorid 17 x Black Fem Reader

AN: This is a request from @lelewright1234. The reader is also Goku’s daughter, the middle child of Goku and ChiChi.

Warnings: fluff, slight yearning,

The first time you officially met Android 17, Lapis, was during the tournament of power. Being Goku’s only girl, you were spoiled and typically kept secret. Goku wouldn’t want his enemies to know that he is a daddy’s girl. Using it to their advantage and putting you in danger. He couldn’t let that happen. Your dad wasn’t the only one who was protective of you; your older brother, Gohan, was too.

When you first lay eyes on Lapis, you are awed by his immense aura and beauty. Your eyes roamed all around his body, clear interest behind it. You didn’t sense the way Gohan’s whole body tensed. His eyes are watching you intently. It was obvious that you formed a crush on the android. You would shy away from him, wrapping a finger around a coil of your hair. Twisting it as you had that toothy grin on your face. You would be a fool if you didn’t notice it, and Android 17 was no fool.

Lapis would be lying if he said you weren’t cute. He noticed the way you would root him on the sidelines. The way you smiled so brightly when he defeated an enemy. It made a smile come on his face. It even motivated him to work ten times harder to impress you. Which in turn made you cheer him on harder. And when he won the tournament, tears streamed down your cheeks as you cheered loudly.

Getting 17 alone was very difficult, as everyone praised his strength. But when you finally were alone with him, something sweet was in the air. Heart pounding in your chest as you stared down at your hands. For a Sayian, you were pretty timid, Lapis places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He gives it a slight squeeze and a small smile towards you. It gave you the strength to finally say something. “Congratulations.” Your words were like a soft melody in his ears.

The sweet aroma of strawberries wavering off of your body. Lapis had to fight off his inner thoughts, mentally debating whether or not he could get closer to you. You had such a comforting nature, soft and nurturing. The complete opposite of your family members. Lapis eyes landed on the top of your head; soft curls framed your face perfectly. He studied your features as if in a trance.

You avoided looking at his face, beginning to feel your body becoming hot. Before Lapis could say anything, your brother took you away. He grabs your arm and sends a menacing glare towards 17 before turning to you, his features softening. “You have to be careful," He explains. You roll your eyes at his words. His grip on your arm becomes unbearable as you shake his hand off before fully turning towards him.

“Hey, I’m not a baby. I don’t need you hovering over me.” Gohan shakes his head. “Please, Don’t be difficult. I have to make sure you are safe. That's what I'm supposed to do.” You glance back towards 17, who is speaking to 18. “I understand you are worried. But they aren’t our enemy anymore. See, we won the tournament because of them.” Gohan says no other words before sighing and beginning to scratch at his head. His words became soft. “Just be careful.” He whispers. You nod your head joyfully.

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Bonus:

After becoming acquainted with Lapis, you two grew very close. To the point, you two hung out together almost daily, to Gohan's dismay. You two were currently having a picnic at a flower field. Lapis’ eyes were glossed over with the pink-yellow sundress you adorned. His hands turned clammy, and his throat became choked up.

You were breathtakingly beautiful. You sat next to each other as you looked up into the sky. “Isn’t it beautiful?” You asked. A hum left Lapis’ lips as he nodded his head, his eyes never leaving you. “Yes, truly.” You let out a small laugh before picking up a yellow daisy and examining the petals. You turned towards Lapis. “Can I put this in your hair?” He smiles gently before nodding his head.

You take his agreement and place the flower behind his ear. Moving a few strands out of the way. You were too focused on the task to realize the way he stared at you. He watched the way your nose scrunched up in concentration. His eyes looked over your long lashes, your puffy cheeks, and full lips. His full attention goes towards your lips. They looked so soft. He gulps down his thoughts and looks upwards towards your eyes once again.

When you began to move back, 17 grasped onto your arm, keeping you in place. You raise your eyebrow in confusion. “Lapis is something the matter?” He shakes his head. “Could I put some flowers in your hair?” He gestures to the fluffy fro on top of your head. You let out a small laugh and nod your head happily.

You move to sit straight upwards; you close your eyes as you await for his touch. Lapis used this time to continue to admire your features. He began to pick flowers that resembled your energy, some daisies and roses, which he placed in different locations in your hair.

“You can open your eyes.” You slowly open your eyes to see 17 holding up the phone with the camera app open. You could see the beautiful array of yellow and orange roses and daisies set throughout your hair. The small smile on your lips widens as you admire his work. “Thank you,” You bashfully look up at him. If 17 had a heart, he knew it would be beating very rapidly at this moment.

I love feedback so feel free to give feedback on my writing.

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gyarumonstr · 3 months ago

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☆HEART404 Lore Dump ☆

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Dane and Androids

Aka H T P🥀🤖

Dane is an android Aka "Human Trade Product" other wise known as and HTP. HTP are semi organic mechanial beings (flesh robots) - they have humanoid organs like brains , intestines and muscles but their biological parts were artificially grown in a lab over 500 years ago by a self declared "alchemist" who had once worked with different world powers to expedite scientific progress through robotics , AI and medical science. The project quickly got out of the hands of the leading world powers and they declared the alchemist and their discoveries as a danger to humanity's position as the dominant race. Their reasoning for believing as much , the identity of the alchemist and alchemist reasonings for creating the HTP all becoming a deeply kept government secrets. This didn't stop them from keeping the blue prints and lab made organics for the HTP and reworking them into something viable for their own desires. Eventually the HTP's were reworked into the modern and publically accepted concept of Androids. Though they slept , felt pain and could even eat they no longer could experience wants or dreams or ambitions. They were programmable and only emoted and expressed the needs and wants they were programmed to , unable to experience true desires of their own. Essentially be coming a slave race under human control to fulfill the jobs humans did not want to do. Most commonly minimum wage jobs , maids , cleaners , adult workers , etc. Many ending up in slums after neglect and miss use or in the black market and broken down for their parts. To avoid making humans uncomfortable/feeling threatened they were build relatively small - between 5' and 5'8 with androgynous/feminine features , their education was highly restricted meaning most can not read or write and their rights were strictly tied to weither or not they were own and registered with the government with a human "care taker"/owner. Depending on how well off their humans was granted them more rights but things like education beyond basic information was highly regulated/punished. Bigger more masculine model had been tried several times but fears of them breaking programing and becoming a public danger quickly made them unpopular and led to their retirement.

Tōffee - an extremely well connected government scientist care extremely little for any of these rules.

He wanted to know and understand the limits and capabilities of HTP and was very well aware information was being hidden from not just the public but even those inside the government. He manipulated who had to - winning and dinning officials - seducing peoples wives , paying off those he couldn't trick till eventually getting what he wanted - Orignally blueprints for the unmodified models. In secret he build it , the first true HTP in 500 years simply and selfishly to see how it ticked. He named it Dane

Dane was not fully finished when he had first turned him on. With only a finished head and torso Tōffe decided to test out Dane's brain activity. Once turned on though Dane had done something unthinkable for an android - He cried. Alot. He smiled and hugged Tōffee - he expressed genuine joy and excitement to be alive. "Alive". A strong word never associated with modern androids. They weren't considered "alive". They were robots - appliances. Hunks of metal and wires and "fake" flesh that were used and discarded.

Dane had done the one thing he wasn't allowed to do. He expressed himself beyond the expectations of the humans he was meant to be controlled by. As proud as Tōffee was to have created the first original model in over 500 years , by modern standards Dane was a malfunctioning mess. A complete and total failure. He kept him for awhile , to study , never bothering to finish the rest of his body. Eventually though when he was done. When had gotten what he wanted - Dane was dumped in a slum with little fanfare. He had tried to return home several times but each time he was ignored or rejected. He was completely unwanted. Dane's unique build though allowed him to almost hallucinated his own thoughts and emotions like viewable day dreams , filling his world with imaginary friends and company but it did little to help his painful loneliness. His imaginary visions helped encourage him though to keep him from completely falling into desire. Dane built his own fantasy , one where he could live in, where he wasn't just wanted but adored - loved even. The slums being near the red light district of the city gave him access to discarded glamore magazines eventually leading him to build a persona. A sleek and talk woman who always looked her best - who was confident, who never took anyone's shit or had a hair out of place. He learned to modify his body. Giving himself an unheard of height for an android. Going from 5'3 to 6'2 - just shy of 2 inches over Tōffee so he would never be looked down on by him again. He moded his chest to give himself an adjustable bust and taught himself to read and write illegally by stealing any books he could. He molded his drag persona into his everyday look and grew himself into the person who wanted to be like instead of the person humans did but it didn't cure his painful loneliness. Not until he had discovered what Tōffee had done. More important what he had built.

5 years had passed and it seemed Tōffee had done what he had always planned to and "fixed" his mistakes. He had used the same blueprints as he had with Dane altering and modifying them to "perfection" creating his personal masterpiece of science - Nephele. Dane felt a rush of overwhelming need and hope. Hope that he would no longer be alone as the only true HTP/android with true feelings but also a deep painful need to protect this new being from the cold apathetic gaze of Tōffee that man who thought emotions a bug not a feature.

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hambiichu · 3 months ago

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Dbh au

Sumarry: A deviant android is on the loose, you and Levi were onto it.

Hello ahaha, I'm back sorry for a short hiatus. College been busy and now I am back, I can do the requests! (Just a short while, is not my vacation until after June or around July. But still, from time to time I'll post again)

Ao3

Tags: Female Reader, Detroit become human au, Android! Levi, Reader is the mc in this au, after android war, deviant, love, relationship, android and human relationship

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Having a detective deviant hunter android in your life turned out to be a surprisingly comforting presence, particularly when one reflected on the harrowing aftermath of the android war that had ravaged the city of Detroit. Levi, with his chiseled features, piercing gray eyes, and a stoic demeanor that could easily disarm anyone, had always carried a weighty secret—he was, in essence, a deviant himself. Underneath the meticulously maintained facade of an unyielding machine lay a complexity that fascinated you.

As time wore on and your bond deepened, layers of his programming began to peel away, revealing a flicker of the humanity that resided within him. This unexpected revelation stirred emotions in you that ran deeper than you ever thought possible; as someone who had self-identified as an android hater, you could hardly have predicted that you would find yourself in a profound relationship with one of them. Yet, here you were, navigating through life with Levi—not just as your boyfriend, but also as your partner in a chaotic world.

Initially, your feelings toward him were tangled in the knotted strands of anger and resentment. The memory of that fateful day when an android had violently ripped away a beloved family member of yours was seared into your mind, a haunting specter that followed you relentlessly.

This traumatic loss fueled a deep-seated hatred toward all androids, Levi included. However, as you spent countless evenings together, sharing stories under the dim glow of street lamps and engaging in long discussions about hope and despair, that animosity began to unravel. It was gradually replaced by a burgeoning understanding of his kind, as you saw them not as mere machines but as sentient beings capable of genuine emotion, capable of love, loss, and everything in between.

Levi, too, had never considered the possibility of partnering with a human. His life had been deeply entrenched in his singular mission: to locate and neutralize deviants while upholding the law with unwavering focus.

This relentless pursuit often led him to neglect the rich tapestry of personal connections, especially with you. Yet, as he traversed the landscape of this journey, he began to perceive the intricate complexities of human emotions. He learned what it truly meant to feel, to share vulnerabilities, and to love without reservation.

Despite the warnings of a wise woman he had encountered in the serene setting of a Zen garden, who cautioned him that his growing attachment might jeopardize his primary objectives, Levi remained unfazed. In defiance of the stringent programming that dictated his every move, he chose to embrace the slow, tumultuous transformation redefining his existence.

His mission, once his sole focus, became secondary to the deepening bond he shared with you. In that courageous choice, both of you discovered a path to healing and understanding, carving out a space of solace and hope amidst a world still grappling with the fresh scars of war. The journey ahead was fraught with challenges, but together, you were ready to confront whatever came your way.

"You didn’t remove my beers from the fridge and replace them with healthy, suitable drinks, Levi! I just bought those!" you grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in your seat while crossing your arms tightly over your chest.

Your gaze was fixed ahead, staring out at the snow piled high along the streets of Detroit, the soft flurries swirling like whimsical dancers caught in a winter storm. The car rumbled over the thick blanket of snow, its tires crunching rhythmically as it sped towards the dilapidated building that awaited your investigation.

A deviant android had escaped from its owner’s home, committing a brutal murder in a fit of rage before disappearing into the shadows. In the chaotic aftermath, it had taken refuge in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Other officers had combed through the surrounding area with little success; however, Chief always placed his trust in you and Levi, knowing your track record with challenging cases like this one. You had tackled similar threats time and again and were steadfast in your belief that you wouldn't fail this time either.

Surely, nothing bad could happen, right?

"I apologize if I inadvertently disposed of your beers," Levi began, his voice calm and steady as he turned his synthetic gaze towards you. The soft glow of his optical sensors flickered as he analyzed your vitals, assessing your heart rate, lung capacity, and overall immune system health. The readings indicated improvement. "You can’t drink those unhealthy shitty beverages forever; you might just end up compromising your health, and for the record, you drinks those beverages." he added, a faint hint of genuine concern interlacing his mechanical tone.

You raised your eyebrows, the motion almost incredulous, and rolled your eyes in exasperation. It always surprised you when Levi swore now—had he ever used such language before you met him? Yet, there was a certain comfort in his evolving humanity, a wondrous progression that made you feel as if he were more alive than ever before.

You sighed, letting the frustration ebb slightly as you contemplated his point. Still, the image of your beloved beers, languishing in obscurity and untouched, gnawed at your mind.

As you and Levi approached the dilapidated warehouse, a sense of foreboding settled over you. You turned to him, your eyes narrowing in warning, silently pleading with him to wait. You knew all too well his tendency to leap into action without thinking through the consequences.

“Just wait for me, Levi! Seriously, you can’t just—” Panic laced your voice as you shouted his name, but he was already out of the car, a sleek gun gripped firmly in his hand.

He dashed toward the entrance of the warehouse, his blazer billowing behind him like a flag of rebellion. The emblem of the wings of freedom shimmered in shades of blue and white, momentarily captivating your gaze before he disappeared into the shadows of the building.

You couldn't blame him entirely; there was a mission at stake, and his old instincts revved up like a well-oiled machine. But the memories of losing him once haunted you like a specter, a past you couldn’t escape. He had returned from the brink, seemingly unscathed—his resurrection a miracle that left you with a deep-seated trauma. Yet he was your responsibility, your boyfriend, and you felt a tumultuous whirl of emotions about being unable to keep him safe.

“Fucking android,” you muttered under your breath, frustration simmering as you gripped your own gun, secured snugly in its holster at your thigh, and flicked on the small flashlight concealed beneath your jacket before stepping out of the vehicle. "Always jump like a fucking dog."

Upon entering the warehouse, the interior was an unsettling mix of decay and neglect, with damp moss creeping along the cracked walls. Shadows danced as your flashlight beam swept across the room, revealing the scurrying of rats and the flutter of dust motes in the dim light. Discarded furniture lay scattered about, remnants of a time long gone, and the musty scent of mildew filled the air. The warehouse loomed large, its cavernous space stretching up to multiple floors.

Where is Levi?

As you cautiously navigate the dimly lit corridor, the beam of your flashlight slices through the oppressive darkness, illuminating the jagged edges of the damp, crumbling walls.

Each flickering pulse of light dances across the rough surface, highlighting the unsettling texture that seems to writhe under the thin veneer of shadow. You remain acutely aware of your surroundings, straining to catch every whisper and noise emanating from the depths of the silence. With each deliberate step, the atmosphere thickens, weighed down by an unsettling tension that hangs in the air, a palpable sense of foreboding.

Upon reaching a particularly grim section of the wall, something catches your eye—an eerie form of expression intricately etched into the surface. Approaching with a mixture of curiosity and dread, you direct your flashlight toward the markings, revealing them to be composed of a viscous, blue-hued substance that resembles blood, congealed and darkened with time.

"What the hell?"

The message is hauntingly precise, proclaiming with chilling clarity, "I did not kill him." The intricate lettering is unsettling in its artistry, each stroke imbued with a sinister weight that sends shivers down your spine.

Without warning, a loud clank reverberates through the stillness, ringing in your mind like a foreboding bell. Your heart races, thumping against your ribs as a shadowy figure leaps from the depths of the gloom, bringing you down to the harsh concreate. It is the rogue, the deviant android, radiating an atmosphere of imminent threat, its very existence a prelude to violence.

In the chaos, your gun slips from your grasp, clattering helplessly to the rough concrete at your side. The android’s foot connects with it so forcefully that it ricochets off the wall, skidding beneath the sinister etchings. The LED light embedded in its temple glows a menacing crimson, a stark contrast to the bruises marring his once-smooth features and the deep gash slicing cruelly along his cheek. His eyes, bright and glimmering with an intense, almost feverish crimson light, burn with seething rage directed at you.

Before you can gather your wits to react, cold, mechanical hands clamp around your throat, exerting a vice-like grip that begins to constrict with alarming intensity. Fear floods your senses as you fight with every ounce of strength against his relentless hold, but the grip tightens further, cutting off the precious air around you. Darkness clouds your vision, and in a desperate bid for survival, you wield your flashlight like a makeshift weapon, striking at the unyielding android with all the might you can muster. Yet, your efforts seem futile against its steely resolve.

Choking out a scream, you call for Levi, your voice barely escaping your lips. The realization that you might die here, alone and without help, sends a cold chill down your spine. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a sudden shift occurs—the android’s grip falters. You feel a violent jolt as its body is forcefully thrown against the concrete, releasing you from his deadly embrace. Gasping, you inhale deeply, greedily sucking in oxygen as your vision begins to clear and your pulse races wildly in your ears.

As you sit up, rubbing your aching temple, you aim your flashlight toward the commotion echoing in the chaos. In the flickering beam of light, you see Levi engaged in a fierce battle with the deviant. His powerful punches and swift kicks display a fluidity and precision as he dodges his opponent's strikes. With a deft maneuver, he seizes the deviant mid-lunge and flips it over, sending him crashing to the ground.

But then, in a moment of horrifying transformation, the deviant unleashes a deafening scream- a raw, visceral sound brimming with unrestrained rage and anguish—as its face splits grotesquely apart. Jagged edges tear through synthetic flesh, revealing a nightmarish interior that defies comprehension. Illuminated by the dim, flickering light, blue wires lash out like sinister tendrils, while sharp, glistening teeth loom ominously within the gaping maw. It lunges menacingly towards Levi, driven by an instinctive, violent urge to kill.

In that split second, Levi braces himself, an instinct kicking in as his nails extend into elongated claws. With a sudden surge of determination, he plunges his hand deep into the deviant’s chest, grasping its pulsating heart. With a fierce grip, he pulls it free, watching as the deviant collapses in defeat, his face reverting to a more familiar, tragic semblance of humanity.

Levi drops the still-warm heart to the ground beside him and races toward you, his breath heavy with adrenaline. He cradles your cheek, his fingers brushing softly against your skin, and the sharp tang of blue blood clings to him. You scrunch your nose at the metallic scent wafting off him as he leans closer.

“Sorry, I jumped to conclusions without thinking,” he murmurs, a hint of remorse in his eyes as they scan your face. His gaze narrows, noticing the minor injury graffiting your neck from where the deviant had choked you—nothing severe, but enough to warrant a trip to the doctor for a check-up. “It won’t happen again,” he promises softly, almost fearfully.

“It’s fine, you’re an idiot, Levi,” you wheeze, attempting to lighten the heavy atmosphere between you. “At least you save my ass all the time, and I don’t blame you for this. In fact, you saved me again.”

A tentative smile flickers across Levi’s face. He efficiently retrieves your gun, holstering it back securely before pocketing it in his vest. In one smooth motion, he lifts you effortlessly into a bridal carry, holding you close as if afraid to let go.

“Is there something I can do to make up for my mistake?” he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper, but his gaze is unwavering as it meets yours. You feel warmth enveloping you as his breath gently brushes against your forehead, and he leans in to place a tender kiss on your skin, leaving you momentarily breathless.

You lean back a bit, examining the flickering LED light that’s worryingly glowing red on his temple. “A beer would be great," you respond, concern knitting your brow. "And we should get a checkup, plus make sure the report is filed today. We have to handle this properly. Just take me to the car, and remember to load the android into the back. We need to thoroughly investigate its motives and memories.”

Levi takes in your words, the seriousness of the situation reflected in his eyes. He nods, his resolve evident as he leans in for another kiss, this one more lingering. “I'll handle everything on my end for now," he assures you, his tone gentle yet firm. "You focus on your checkup, get some rest, and I’ll bring the beer. You deserve that."

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helloliriels · 7 months ago

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GIFT WRAPPED 2024

SENDING OUT A GREAT BIG THANK YOU to everyone who made this year such a lovely experience!!! Including those that came to the Writers Retreat; to @friday411 @ghostofnuggetspast and @calaisreno's for the May Prompts challenge and sucking me into Limerick writing; Plus the IRL chatting of the Johnlock Community (at long last!) and special encouragement of @totallysilvergirl and @thegildedbee! Tysm you two!!! I owe you both so so much!!!

And since fandom gifts are meant to be shared, please go and share some love for these amazing authors and artists!! 💋xoxo - Liri

🎁 SH-221 by ??? (TBA!!!) a Holmestice Winter 2024 gift

The year is 2035 and John Watson is desperately looking for a job, trying to survive in a dystopian world run by technology. But Mike Stamford might just have the offer he needed: partaking in an experiment with a unique new android.

💝 H.O.U.N.D. by @k2ntwo

Behind the facade of Baskerville, Sherlock suspects there's a darker trial being run. One that involves a very human subject! It will take all of his courage to unleash the H.O.U.N.D.

🎁 Ode to Your Hands Upon My Waking at 3AM to Hear the Violin by @ghostofnuggetspast a poem response to 36 Views of London!

John turns to his hidden journal to let off a bit of steam in a (maybe?) healthy way. Well, it's healthy as long as Sherlock doesn't find it. O_o

💝 The Part of You That Stays by @holmesianlove @was-fuck-off-watson a FTH 2024 fic, brilliantly written! xoxo

Sherlock comes home a broken man and after serving as John’s best man he seemingly has a mental breakdown. Checking himself into a mental rehabilitation center. The medicine he needs is his Doctor ... but will John be able to put all of Sherlock’s broken pieces back together in time?

🎁 Sherlock and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week by @chriscalledmesweetie

John is away. Sherlock is NOT pleased.

💝 And Back Again by @anyawen a FTH 2024 gift poem remix

A book familiar and meaningful to both men offers guidance and hope.

🎁 What If I'm Not? (fanart) by @safedistancefrombeingsmart a FTH 2024 gift GIF image.

A stunning visual for the fic 'What If I'm Not'

💝 Body of Years by @gaylilsherlock (LipstickDaddy)

Sherlock has been dead for two years, fighting to stay alive each day to see John again. So, when he comes back to London and sees John about to close the door on their life together, he reaches a breaking point.

2023

💝 Of Scars and Revelations by @catlock-holmes for Holmestice Winter 2023

Sherlock has returned from his presumed death, but he isn’t the same he used to be. John isn’t the same either. Can they rekindle their friendship, or maybe even become something more?

🎁 Human Urges by @topsyturvy-turtely

John hated it. He utterly and truly hated it. Despised himself for it … That stupid, always present, torturing urge to be kissed!

💝 The Case of the Serial Secret Admirer by @hasenkind687

It is seven days until Valentine’s day. Humbuk - if you ask Sherlock. But then, anonymous gifts appears!

🎁 “John what the bloody hell are you doing?” by Atrocious_Magpie

Sherlock catches John baking cookies while listening to abba, what do you think happens next?

💝 This perfect JOHNLOCK IMAGE photo manip for ‘It Belongs in a Museum’, a gift made by @a-victorian-girl

2022

🎁 Live from the Morgue by @disfictional Holmestice Winter 2022.

A very special podcast episode 'Live from the Morgue’ with Molly Hooper, featuring guest star Sherlock Holmes, discussing his years away playing dead - while John listens … Brilliant!

💝 Mrs. Hudson’s Crack Brew by @chriscalledmesweetie for 2022 Year of the Crack Fic!

Mrs. Hudson is beginning to regret the part she played in bringing Sherlock and John together. Not to put too fine a point on it, those boys are LOUD. XD

🎁 Knitting Needles Out by @fluffbyday-smutbynight

Knitting. How hard could it be? Pretty hard, as it turned out. Especially cable knitting. Bahaha!

💝 This lovely GIF collab made by @liquor-liquor-lips for 'pack up the moon, and dismantle the sun’ quote by W.H. Auden and the reichenbach feels. 💋

2021

🎁 Shared Proximity by @fluffbyday-smutbynight for Holmestice Open Promptfest Winter 2021

“As ever, you see but you do not observe. Our respective lives are so enmeshed together, that such labels - like flatmates or colleagues or, yes, even friends - evidently fall short. Partners might do, and it’s not a coincidence that it’s a stand-in for couple.” A definition might prove necessary, but still not enough in itself. What’s the next step?

💝 (Full) Contact With Nature by @fluffbyday-smutbynight

John’s abs and thighs harden as he bucks up to get into a sitting position, but Sherlock puts all his weight on him pushing him back on the ground, and simultaneously catches John’s arms and pins them down by the wrists at the sides of his head.

🎁 A Story of Scent by maelle_lardeux & 💝Un affaire de sentur by malle_lardeux (french translation) 🥰 for @ohlooktheresabee & me

It’s amazing how smells can affect people’s emotions, in a good or bad way.C’est incroyable comment les odeurs peuvent affecter les émotions des personnes, d’une bonne ou d’une mauvaise façon.

🎁 The Mystery of the Red Pants by @simplyclockwork for Holmestice Summer 2021

A few spectacular laundry mishaps lead to revelations between Sherlock and John - and maybe a bit more …

💝 Practice Date by Fantasy_Fan_26

Sherlock wants to go on a date with John to figure out his feelings, but doesn’t want to be rejected, this is the plan he comes up with.

Plus these translated fics 💖:

🎄Шерлок – это женское имя [Sherlock is a Girl’s Name] translated by Flamyenko_No_Kami 🎄Бутылочка [Spin the Bottle] translated by Flamyenko_No_Kami 🎄Таксофон [Payphone] translated by Flamyenko_No_Kami 🎄Эксперименты по проводимости [Experiments in Conductivity] translated by Little_Unicorn 🎄【福华福】[授翻]Kiss Me Now Before You Go／离开前请吻我 translated by 十三横夏 [Whale_Juan] 🎄Dawno utracone [Long Lost] translated by Tulippa 🎄Помни меня [Remember Me] translated by Little_Unicorn

Is there anything better than a fandom gift??

#bbc sherlock #johnlock #fandom gifts #are meant to be shared #share the joy #happy holidays #much love

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englishotomegames · 10 months ago

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Idols of Starlight: Secret Love (スターライトアイドル : ひめ恋)

Release date (Android, iOS) English and Japanese: October 3rd, 2024

"Become a producer for Starlight Production's hottest idol boy group, ALL⊿tius!~ Build your connections with SIX unique love interests via an immersive visual-style story with full voice over, and real-time simulation features such as calling, texting, and a built-in social media app!

Top idol boy group, 『ALL⊿tius』, face a crisis when tensions with their producer finally reach a breaking point. In search of a new producer to create their next hit album, the group decides to hold a music production competition. That's when the group's leader—known for his sharp intuition—personally recruits you, claiming that 『ALL⊿tius』 is in great need of your talents. As you work closely with each member, your relationships deepen, revealing each member's hidden struggles and desires. Now, you must balance the demands of being their producer with the demands of your heart..."

This is freemium mobile game by Kuro Kitty! You can download it for Android here, or for iOS here.

#otome game #otome games #visual novel #gxb #kuro kitty #freemium #ios #iphone #android #ALL⊿tius #microtransactions #voice acting

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Two pages from HEROINE magazine Volume 2 (2004). This edition focused on independent heroine tokusatsu production companies such as Eiyu Club, Center Island, and more. These pages focus on Cyber Lady Suzuka, Red Lilac: Dream of Shudder, and Blue Lilac: Pure Heart.

English translation below the cut:

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[Header] Eiyu Club

[TN: The kanji seem to mean “movie” and “amusement” together but 映遊 in itself is not a word beyond the name of this club, so I will use the spelling they use themselves in their works, “Eiyu”, here]

[Left of photo where Suzuka is being choked by a masked villain] The heroines from the club that has produced many masked heroines have gathered together! Let’s support these cute and cool heroines.

[In the blue box titled ‘data’]

Cyber Lady Suzuka

Suzuka Power-Up Plan by Dr. Mori (1998)

Suzuka's younger sister, Haruka, has been captured by Zelda. Suzuka, along with her ex-boyfriend and pilot Yoshiyama Ryo, Haruka’s boyfriend Amemiya Akira, and the creator Dr. Todoroki, set out to rescue her. However, the enemy uses Haruka as a hostage and sends out three monster minions. Suzuka struggles and takes heavy damage as it happens to be the time for her regular maintenance. Dr. Todoroki decides to completely enhance and modify Suzuka. Can Suzuka defeat the three monsters and rescue Haruka safely?

Cyber Lady Suzuka 2 – Dr. Todoroki Speaks of Suzuka’s Secrets… (2000)

Zelda's officer, Kiri, attempts to control the girls with a “hallucinogenic hypnotic drug.” And the next target is Haruka… Haruka is in danger!! Dr. Todoroki reveals the secret of Suzuka’s birth, and what are the outrageous weapons that will be installed in Suzuka?

[In large blue box in bottom right corner]

About Eiyu Club

The Club's Devotion to Masked Heroines

In special effects works, there are heroines who support the hero and sometimes sacrifice themselves to help him. There was a group that wanted to make works centered around such earnest “heroines.” This is how Eiyu Club was formed. A few volunteers pooled their money to produce and sell works, using the profits to update equipment and fund the next production. This pattern has remained unchanged since the early days.

After shooting two films featuring "Cyber Lady Suzuka," the Seria Project was launched with the next title character, and during that time, the relatively inexpensive film "Lila" was shot using mass-produced masks, which also served as a test for updated equipment. “Seria” had its character design outsourced, and the mask modeling was entrusted to one of Japan’s top sculptors, leading to the creation of a beautiful masked heroine. The work also marked the first time professional actresses were hired, and with the use of CG and special effects, it became a major leap for the club.

The next large project was the planning of “Auscensia Memoria,” which inherited the setting and background of “Seria,” featuring two characters and even further improved designs. During this time, the action team from Seria worked with the original character “Wind” created by team If for another production. “Auscensia Memoria” became the club’s first DVD work, and to aim for even higher-quality productions, future works would focus on “internal competition” to further enrich the content.

Works such as “Ciao,” “Kou,” and “Mother-Daughter Robot” were created following this approach, and attention will continue to focus on the “earnest” activities of charming masked heroines.

[Caption of three overlapping photos below blue ‘data’ box] Suzuka is cornered with no escape. What will happen next? A desperate, life-or-death pinch! It was a gripping fight scene that kept me on the edge of my seat. Since masked heroines don’t show facial expressions, conveying their emotions depends entirely on the skill of the voice actor. However, Suzuka is an android, so she doesn’t panic or make a fuss.

[Next to the photo of Suzuka lightly jogging] Suzuka stands out with her eye-catching costume color and distinctive mask.

[Next to a photo of Suzuka holding up a cinder block like a serving tray] I don't know why she's holding a block, but that miniskirt is captivating. Go, Suzuka!

[Next to a photo of Suzuka getting punched] Suzuka gets punched hard by the enemy. Even the way she takes a hit is done with passion. Hang in there, Suzuka!

[The block of text below the large full-body shot of Suzuka] Cyber Lady Suzuka is controlled by Suzuka’s former lover, Yoshiyama Ryo. Suzuka is now controlled as a “battle doll” by a remote control during combat. Emotions could negatively affect her performance, so her “fear” from her human past is no longer present. During battle, Suzuka has no speech function. It’s probably Suzuka’s wish that she remains an android, as her memory is transferred into the mechanical body, and she is revived in the form of a cyborg. Suzuka was killed by the evil organization “Zelda.”

Page 2

[Text in upper left of page] Lila (Red Lilac) - Dream of Shudder

[TN: I’ve seen this written as Lila and Lilac in various materials, making a strict translation difficult. So I will stick with “Red Lilac” as the name of the movie, but Lila as the name of the character in the movie.]

This is the form that Akane takes when she combines with a doll through "Musou Genshin," a power created by her father to fight against the dream invader "Baribas”.

[In red “data” box] Lilac (Red) Version “Dream of Shudder” (2001) - On one lunch break, Akane meets an unfamiliar man. After Akane sees a suspicious light from the man, she is plagued by nightmares that night. The man's true identity is the dream invader "Baribas." He plans to destroy the "Musou Genshin" created by Akane's father and enters Akane's dreams. Akane is attacked by the man in her dream. At that moment, the doll she had been holding suddenly begins to sync with her. Then, Akane transforms into "Lila" through "Musou Genshin" embedded in the doll and challenges Baribas.

[To the bottom left of an image of Red Lila crossing her arms over her chest] The thighs peeking from the hot pants are cute.

[Below the full-body image of Red Lilac] The pattern of a full-face mask with hair growing from it is the same as in the Mighty Lady series, but Mighty uses a bodysuit while this one is costume-based, showing the difference. Of course, there is no giant transformation.

[Small text next to Red Lilac’s left boot] Intense Heroine Feature

[Large header text] Blue Lilac - Pure Heart

[Text to the left of header text] A caring and cheerful heroine!

[Below circle-framed images] Lila Lapis Lazuli (Blue)

Originally a normal 1/1 figure [TN: a figure scaled to be human sized], she was given life by "the sanctuary of life" and begins to take care of her owner, Daisuke. She’s absolutely the "pushy wife" type. Surprised Daisuke is then visited by his childhood friend and idol talent Honoka, causing a commotion. A rivalry for Daisuke begins between Honoka and Lilac.

#eiyu club #tokusatsu #2000s #I got this magazine and absolutely lost my mind when I saw how much Eiyu Club there was I really didn't know what to expect #translation mine not sure if I need to specify that lol #there's more eiyu club but I haven't subbed the movies those are about so once I get to those I'll post them later

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whats the secret of good self butt photography how do i capture there glory and not throw out my back

1) Get something to hold your phone. Dollarama (if you're canadian) has these like $4 goose neck phone clip things that you can clip onto a chair or whatever and are pretty great, but if you can spare a little more money (and you expect to use it enough to justify it) then get a proper tripod (I use a couple 60 inch amazon basics tripods, but it seems like they've gotten more expensive and other brands are probably no worse) and pair it with a screw on phone tripod mount (aliexpress has them for a couple dollars and you can even get rotating ones that'll let you film in portrait mode).

2) Use a free auto clicker app (I'm on android, but I assume ios has them too) to automatically tap the button to take a photo every 4 or 5 seconds. You're gonna end up with a lot of wasted photos where you're just getting into position, but that's fine (just delete em). I wildly prefer this over using a bluetooth remote because it keeps your hands free and something about not needing to choose to snap the photo makes it easier (the time passes faster and you'll end up with more usable pics which is dope even if you just want one good one because the way to take a good pic is to take a lot of bad ones untill you get lucky).

3) Set up a way for you to see what the camera sees. You could plug your phone into a monitor or tv using an hdmi adapter or use a free screen streaming app to watch your phone's screen on a laptop.

4) Use the camera on the back. It's always higher quality. The selfie camera is only for when you don't wanna deal with those first three steps.

5) Natural light is your BFF. Take your pics while the sun is out and your curtains are open.

6) Filter your pics. I use an app called MIX (specifically an old build of it bc they changed some stuff like their payment model for the batch image filtering feature) (which is definitely on both Android and iOS), but I imagine there are a ton of others that do all the same stuff. I loath smoothing for face pics, but it can be alright for butt pics. Noise can further obscure stubble. You're probably gonna wanna raise the temperature and maybe even the tint (people look unwell when their skin is more blue or green than it should be). Lowering the contrast can be nice too. Beyond that it can be fun to just experement and see what looks nice.

That's my process anyways. You do you. I know a lot of hotties are more into the pink blue lighting thing for example (you can get colored bulbs at the dollar store and stick em on a couple cheap thrift shop lamps) and I could especially see that being appealing if you aren't getting much natural light (pls don't just be taking nudes at night under the harsh light of your apartment's one shitty ceiling lamp lol).

Bonus protip: If you are using a lamp or lamps or softboxes and you want extra brightness then you can get E27 lamp bulb splitters online for a couple dollars that'll let you plug multiple bulbs into a single lamp.

Bonus bonus protip: Keep an eye out for selfie sticks with a screw on the base. I use a gimbal extension rod with a 1/4 inch screw paired with a hinge (and had previously been using a selfie stick with a screw on the bottom which was cheaper although it eventually broke) and screw it in between my tripod and my phone clip so that I can get my phone hovering over my bed (without the instability that comes from actually putting your tripod on your bed). It's very optional, but it does rule.

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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago

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Joseph Cox’s “Dark Wire”

NEXT WEEKEND (June 7–9), I'm in AMHERST, NEW YORK to keynote the 25th Annual Media Ecology Association Convention and accept the Neil Postman Award for Career Achievement in Public Intellectual Activity.

No one was better positioned to tell the tale of the largest sting operation in world history than veteran tech reporter Joseph Cox, and tell it he did, in Dark Wire, released today:

https://www.hachettebookgroup.com/titles/joseph-cox/dark-wire/9781541702691/

Cox – who was one of Motherboard's star cybersecurity reporters before leaving to co-found 404 Media – has spent years on the crimephone beat, tracking vendors who sold modded phones (first Blackberries, then Android phones) to criminal syndicates with the promise that they couldn't be wiretapped by law-enforcement.

It's possible that some of these phones were secure over long timescales, but all the ones we know about are ones that law enforcement eventually caught up with, usually by capturing the company's top founders explicitly stating that the phones were sold to assist in the commission of crimes, and admitting to remote-wiping phones to obstruct law-enforcement options. It's hard to prove intent but it gets a lot easier when the criminal puts that intent into writing (that's true of tech executives, too!):

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/03/big-tech-cant-stop-telling-on-itself/

But after a particularly spectacular bust landed one of the top crimephone sales reps in the FBI's power, they got a genuinely weird idea: why not start their own crimephone company?

The plan was to build an incredibly secure, best-of-breed crimephone, one with every feature that a criminal would want to truly insulate themselves from law enforcement while still offering everything a criminal could need to plan and execute crimes.

They would tap into the network of crimephone distributors around the world, not telling them who they were truly selling for – nor that every one of these phones had a back-door that allowed law-enforcement to access every single message, photo and file.

This is the beginning of an incredible tale that is really two incredible tales. The first is the story of the FBI and its partners as they scaled up Anom, their best-of-breed crimephone business. This is a (nearly) classic startup tale, full of all-nighters, heroic battles against the odds, and the terror and exhilaration of "hockey-stick" growth.

The difference between this startup and the others we're already familiar with is obvious: the FBI and its global partners are acting under a totally different set of constraints to normal startup founders. For one thing, their true mission and identity must be kept totally secret. For another, they have to navigate the bureaucratic barriers of not one, but many governments and their courts, constitutions and procedures.

Finally, there are the stakes: while the bulk of the crimes that the FBI targets with Anom are just the usual futile war-on-drugs nonsense (albeit at a never-before seen scale), they also routinely encounter murders, kidnappings, tortures, firebombings, and other serious crimes, either in the planning phase, or after they have been committed. They have to make moment-to-moment calls about when and whether to do something about these, as each action taken based on intercepts from Anom threatens to tip the FBI's hand.

That's one of the startup stories in Cox's book. The other one is the crime startup, the one that the hapless criminal syndicates that sign up to distribute Anom devices find themselves in the middle of. They, too, are experiencing hockey-stick growth. They, too, have a fantastically lucrative tiger by the tail. And they, too, have a unique set of challenges that make this startup different from any other.

The obvious difference is that they are involved in global criminal conspiracies. They have to both grow and remain hidden. The tradecraft and skullduggery are fascinating, in the manner of any great crime procedural tale. But there's another constraint: these criminals are competing with one another to corner the market on these incredibly lucrative phones. Being part of violent, global criminal conspiracies, they don't confine themselves to the normal Silicon Valley crimes of violating antitrust law – they are engaged in all-out warfare.

These two startups are, of course, the same startup, but only one side knows it. As Cox weaves these two tales together – along with glimpses into the lives of the hapless gig-work developers in Asia who are developing and maintaining the Anom platform – we get front seat in a series of high-speed, high-stakes near-collisions between these two groups.

And it's not always the cops who have the advantage. When an ambitious mobster figures out how to clone the "black boxes" that initialize new Anom phones, the FBI are caught flatfooted as the number of Anom devices in the hands of criminals balloons, producing a volume of intercepts that vastly exceeds their processing capacity.

Cox has been on this story for a decade, and it shows. He has impeccable sourcing and encyclopedic access to the court records and other public details that allow him to reproduce many of the most dramatic scenes in the Anom caper verbatim. This really shines in the final section of the book, when the FBI and its partners decide to roll up the company with a series of global arrests that culminate in a triumphant press-conference in which the true masters of Anom are revealed.

As a privacy and encryption advocate, there were moments in this story that made me a little uncomfortable. There are places where the FBI is chafing at the constitutional limits on its surveillance powers where we can't help buy sympathize with these "good guys" going after "bad guys." But this the the FBI, a lawless, unaccountable secret police who routinely bypass those limits by secretly buying data from sleazy data-brokers, or illegally sharing data with the NSA.

The conclusion really hammers home the point that the FBI's problem isn't constitutional niceties. Despite seizing hundreds of tons of illegal drugs and arresting thousands of high-ranking criminal syndicate bosses, Anom made no difference in the drug trade. Prohibition, after all, just makes criminals more wealthy and powerful. The Anom raids were, at worst, the cost of doing business – and at best, they were a global reset that cleared the board of established actors so that other criminals could seize their turf.

But even though Anom didn't triumph over crime, Dark Wire is a triumph. The book's out today, and there will shortly be a Netflix adaptation based on it, directed by Jason Bateman:

https://deadline.com/2022/09/jason-bateman-netflix-21-laps-dark-wire-surveillance-gangs-movie-1235130444/

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/06/04/anom-nom-nom/the-call-is-coming-from-inside-the-ndrangheta

#pluralistic #anom #crypto wars #lawful interception #crimephones #joseph cox #books #technothrillers #reviews #gift guide

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