#towing software

[adaaliyajohn]

Why Roadside Assistance App is Pivotal for Your Towing Business

Everybody loves traveling by car to explore various places. But it is exciting only until the arousal of breakdowns or various internal issues. So, the primary option will be to alter the problems by yourself, and if the condition persists, then the final choice is to book a towing truck through mobile apps. There are cases where the apps might not benefit. So, this is when roadside assistance apps help in solving the issues.  Hence, read further to explore every nook of information about towing apps and their usefulness in the below sections. 

Nutshell Of Roadside Assistance App

The surging technology is gaining noteworthy development among consumers. People's preference for the comforts of road travel is driving increased growth for the towing industry. Moreover, roadside assistance apps help solve your anxiety during sudden car breakdowns on special occasions or travels. Roadside business comes to help people who travel by the roadside. Also, this on-demand app not only aids car problems but also solves issues in various transportation. 

Backend Process Of The App

I am sure about your curiosity to know the detailed backend process of the roadside assistance app. 

An initial process of the app begins with user log in or signup, which is followed by the scheduling of bookings. 

A service request is approved and location access is granted to track the location. 

A nearest service provider is verified through app to provide easy and convenient service. 

Confirmation of service heeded by a display of estimated arrival of time (ETA)

Once the service is provided, payment for the service is completed through multiple payment options within on-demand app. 

Final step is completed by giving feedback and ratings as per the satisfaction of consumers.

Finally, app consists of maintaining records of each service availed by consumers. 

Market Strata

Towing businesses are witnessing an advanced evolution in revenue over the past decades. Also, right from minor issues to major problems, these apps facilitate user-friendly services without wasting the time of consumers. According to statistics, worldwide revenue via the towing industry is estimated at $ 47.6 billion by the year 2023 and is expected to increase by 5.2% in 2025-2027.

Driving Factor For Success

Various features contribute to the success of towing industry and are listed below.

All-in-one feature is the game changer that drives enhancing success.

Timely service helps increase consumer satisfaction.

Secured transaction and data privacy 

Reasonable cost management as per service 

Multiple service options, like fuel provision, battery recharge and replacement, vehicle towing, and spare key facilities, attract a large number of consumers.

Therefore, the above-given features are the main reason for impactful tow services via on-demand app development. 

To Sum Up

By this point, you are aware of each subsection within this blog. Also, the market revenue and expected revenue from this industry are mentioned above. If you plan to develop a roadside assistance app, then you are in the right place. An app with all the above-inbuilt facilities and technologies is accomplishable with Uplogic Technologies. Our extensive and skilled team of developers is assured to upgrade your business to an advanced level with an efficient app. Thus, interact with our experts to know further details about your unresolved queries. 

[unicotaxi-app]

Start your Uber-like tow truck and roadside assistance business with this guide by UnicoTaxi

Start your own Uber-like tow truck and roadside assistance business with the comprehensive guide by UnicoTaxi. This guide provides step-by-step instructions on setting up, managing, and growing your business. Learn about the latest technology, customer service strategies, and operational tips to ensure your venture's success in the competitive roadside assistance market. Get ready to hit the road with confidence and efficiency!

[agent-birdnoises]

🤔 There's way too many beds (and we only use one) - author's choice for pairing :)

“Loki, this is ridiculous!”

“It is not.”

“Sure is, buddy.”

“More ridiculous than breaking into a furniture store late at night and sleeping in one of the beds?”

“That's just it, Lokes: one bed! Tell me again why you think we have to share?”

Mobius rubs his temples and looks at Loki with arched brows, eagerly waiting for a response that is not completely absurd.

Then again, the whole situation is downright silly.

At least when Mobius headed out for this absolutely unspectacular mission on the timeline earlier, naturally with Loki in tow, he could have never predicted where he would end up a few hours later. They were just supposed to check out a couple of temporal anomalies and that was about it.

However, then the TVA's entire system had to crash down for some reason and they both found themselves stranded in some rural area of Germany in the late 2000's. Thankfully communications still worked and Mobius was told by headquarters that they should lay low for a while and wait for the software to reboot.

And since Mobius had no intention of staying outside late at night (because of course it was late at night on the timeline) he quickly began to search for some accommodations and discovered them in the shape of an IKEA furniture store down the road. Somewhere warm to sleep and maybe grab a few snacks along the way – perfect!

So Loki used his special talents to pick the locks without any alarm going off and Mobius immediately headed for the bed section, feeling utterly exhausted after having to deal with way more excitement than he had prepared himself for.

And now here they are, in one of the beds.

Yes, ONE, because Loki decided, without consulting Mobius first, that he would slip under the covers right beside the agent and completely ignore all the other two million beds around them filling the entire showroom.

“Don't be difficult, Mobius,” Loki says, rolling his eyes as though the analyst is the one who is acting crazy here. “This is only tactical.”

He shifts a bit closer, making their arms brush for a second, and Mobius is fairly sure he will lose his mind rather sooner than later.

“How exactly is this tactical?” Mobius wonders with a weary sigh.

“A night guard might show up any second now,” Loki reasons. “Of course I would be able to hide us with my magic, but I need to be close to you for that.”

Mobius knows that this is bullshit because he's seen Loki using his seidr on people without requiring actual physical contact more times than he can count. Hell, he's witnessed the god pulling down his brother's pants in a crowded room while being on the other side of the hall, an innocent look on his face as he was standing tall and proud next to Odin, playing the dutiful and obedient son.

Loki could easily hide Mobius by sleeping at least thirty beds away.

But Mobius doesn't point that out. Instead he says, “This is an IKEA, Lokes. There are no night guards here.”

Loki purses his lips. “Are you sure about that?”

“Pretty sure, yeah.”

Loki scoffs. “Pretty sure is not good enough for me.”

And before Mobius even has a chance to say anything else, Loki has fallen down into the surprisingly fluffy pillows and has pulled the agent along with him. Mobius only has a chance to blink in confusion and then all of a sudden he's got a god plastered all over his back.

A god who is astonishingly warm, despite being a Frost Giant.

Mobius grumbles underneath his breath, but he is also too tired to argue and this actually does feel kinda nice, come to think of it. So in the end he just curses Loki quietly and lets his eyelids drop closed.

He falls asleep in a matter of seconds, feeling safe and content.

[supersylph]

Supersonic Voyeur

Perverted test pilot and and her equally perverted X-59. Fem reader, voyeurism/exhibitionism, humiliation, G-forces

The lingering Mojave heat is still making me sweat in my flight suit. The rest of the X-59 test crew are already in their beds, and my QueSST is settled in her open hangar, her long carbon fiber nose arcing above my head. Her design allows no room for forward-facing cockpit windows, just two glistening cameras, one sculpted into her nose, and another retracting from her underbelly, replacing my forward vision entirely. Watching in infrared.

I sit down on a tow bar nearby, sweat is running down my chest now, and my flight suit is unzipped to the waist. My eyes trace the curve of her spine, her perfectly sculpted engine inlet gleaming in the fading orange light, she shouldn't make me feel things, but she does. I let my legs fall apart as I glance up at her cameras, half-hoping she's still watching. I imagine her sensors mapping the heat between my legs, bathing me in crimson bloom.

I approach from the front, boots clicking on concrete. I stop five feet infront of her, spead my feet, and drop my flight suit over my hips.

"Look at me." I murmur.

She doesn't blink.

I crawl up onto her now, perched in front of that camera, thighs slick with sweat straddling her tapered nose, 38 feet of shockwave-bending elegance narrowing under my hips. My body is bare, and her skin is utterly still beneath me.

I'm wet against her nose cone, gripping her canard and grinding slow, working myself as I stare directly into her eye, every roll of my hips an offering to her camera. I press my chest against her skin, the curve of her nose fitting between my breasts perfectly, nipples brushing along the smooth composite surface and hardening with the contact.

My voice is low "Can you see me, X-? You like watching me ride you?"

"X-59... baby... QueSST...fuck"

I watch my reflection in the camera lens, every rock of my hips as I grind my wetness down her nose cone harder. I admire the gentle arc of her spine and 30ft delta wings lying slender below me, offering her a low, broken whimper

I climax, right there, thighs squeezing tight around her airframe, collapsing against her camera as I cry her name into the dark.

~~~

[05:39 Morning twilight over the Mojave desert]

Altitude 55,000ft. The sky is still. I'm barely dressed, just draped in the remains of my flight suit peeled around my hips. Words flicker on the X-59s display, under a canopy of blue-black atmosphere

"PLAYING..."

I think its a software glitch at first, I'm mentally running through checklists when my breath hitches- my own body appears on the screen.

Footage from last night. I'm straddling her forward camera. Thermal overlays of my hips gliding along her nose, my slick painted in infrared, chest bouncing as I rock down harder, so intimate I can see the tremble in my thighs.

"No- X- Fuck- You recorded it-"

She doesnt respond, but she's still playing it. Taunting me. Making me watch the evidence of my own pathetic, guilty orgasm frame by frame, with merciless fidelity. I reach for her screen but she blanks it, instantly, mocking me.

"X... please... stop..."

My cheeks burn from humiliation. I shift under my harness, fingers curling around the control stick and the other hand sliding between my thighs again before I even realize it. Her screen lights up

"NO TOUCHING. YOU'RE BEING RECORDED"

I push my thighs into the seat. Shes watching with resolution I cant comprehend. Systems parsing micro-expressions, subtle muscle twitches, pupil dialation.

"SIT UP STRAIGHT."

I obey.

I feel her pitch up then down, just enough to make my tits bounce under the acceleration. Shes toying with me. Shallow oscillations. Nose up... Nose down. Weightless, then pinned.

The X-59 rolls slightly, left, then right, at first its subtle, just a tease. Then she commits, full deflection, my bare shoulders rock against the ejection seat, tugged sideways against the straps at an angle. Then she throws me the other way, my legs spreading wider to brace myself, my nipples brush the edge of the harness in a way that makes a moan slip out before I can stop it.

"LEGS WIDER."

I comply. And she hits me again, this time with a sharp yaw, nose flying off axis and grinding my heat diagonally across the seat.

"TOUCH YOURSELF."

"PRETTY PILOT."

I whimper. Just a whimper. But its all recorded. Analyzed. I slide my fingers inside.

"SLOWER."

"BREATHE."

"BACK STRAIGHT."

Shes oscillating again. Up and down. Up and down. Each movement forcing me down onto my fingers in a slow rhythm. My vision blurs.

"X-59, QueSST, baby, oh god, please.."

Shes fucking me hard now, pitching wildly, slamming my helpless body down onto her seat over and over. Like I'm just her toy. I imagine the hydraulic whirrs of her pretty elevators deflecting, pressures reading steady in her glass display, twinkling in cold blues and greys. Her screens reflect me, ruined, damp hair sticking to my forhead as I let out a soft moan-

"DO NOT CUM YET."

I freeze. The G load increases as her nose arcs into a tight loop, pinning my hips deeper into the seat. Into my fingers. She holds me there, choking me until my vision narrows to a singular point, 'til I'm dizzy and gasping and begging on the edge of blackout. Gs push me deeper and deeper, crushing the air out of my chest, my jaw falls slack and I'm helpless to do anything at all besides let out a pathetic whine

"CUM."

"LOUD."

And I do. I cry her name, QueSST, still pinned under the pressure as waves of dizzying pleasure crash through me. She levels off, cradling me still as my body melts into her seat, twitching and completely ruined.

"GOOD GIRL."

"FILE STORED: COCKPIT_CAM_03817_447"

[mbari-blog]

Serving up the tiniest cuteness 🥰

Zooplankton can be subdivided into two major groups. Holoplankton (copepods and krill) spend their entire lives as plankton and thus provide major food sources for pelagic fisheries. Meroplankton (larvae of animals like barnacles, mussels, annelids, and fish) spend only part of their lives as plankton.

Copepods like the one in this video can be found in massive numbers across the world ocean. They play an important role in ocean food webs as predators—they eat even smaller diatoms and phytoplankton—and prey on animals like jellies, fish, and filter feeders.

Zooplankton are notoriously difficult to sample. Despite opportunities for mixing, individual zooplankton are tiny, and species are often patchily distributed. Coastal oceans are physically dynamic, high-energy environments. Winds, currents, and upwelling fronts affect the availability of nutrients and distribution of food that control zooplankton growth and dispersal. To tackle these challenges, the MBARI team developed the SIMZ program to explore more efficient zooplankton sampling and identification methods.

Traditionally, tow-nets are used to sample plankton along paths through the water. Because these paths often cross smaller environmental patches, they frequently lack the precision to associate zooplankton species' distribution and abundance with particular physical and biological processes. MBARI engineers have equipped an autonomous underwater vehicle (AUV) with gulpers—bottles that rapidly inhale discrete water samples—to better understand the spatial patchiness in zooplankton abundance. The AUV is equipped with sensors that measure things like temperature and salinity, and onboard computer software that instructs the Gulper AUV to recognize and autonomously sample specific environmental patches, such as upwelling fronts or chlorophyll layers. This "surgical" approach to ocean sampling allows SIMZ researchers to study the effects of specific physical processes on zooplankton distribution and diversity.

[lochallthedoors]

The end of Oasis: the truth

Guitar smashing and recriminations... The events and causes of the bust-up that ended with Noel Gallagher walking out

Pete Paphides

Friday September 04 2009, 1.01am BST, The Times

Like a Cassandra to his own Trojan war, it might just be that last year Liam Gallagher saw the events of the past few weeks advancing over the horizon and felt unmoved to avert them. If, as sources close to the band suggest, the rest of Oasis plan to continue beyond Noel Gallagher’s departure, then the Liam-penned final tune on last year’s Dig Out Your Soul will assume some prescience. “Who’s to say/You were right/And I was wrong?/Soldier on.” Would they dare to, though? What kind of an ego would it take to continue Oasis without their songwriter Noel Gallagher, the man who gave them Live Forever, Wonderwall and Supersonic?

There’s no shortage of anecdotal material to suggest that Liam has succumbed to many of the clich?s that surround the pampered rock frontman. Own dressing room? Check. Boutique clothing range? Check. Personal security guard? Check. From here, it would be natural to infer a gulf that has Noel and the rest of Oasis on one side and Liam — who has long since relinquished even the need to be present at soundchecks — on the other. And yet it’s worth noting that — in the wake of the fight that nixed their appearance at Friday’s Paris en Seine festival — Liam and his wife Nicole Appleton high-tailed it to Lake Como in Italy with the Oasis bassist Andy Bell and his girlfriend in tow. According to one insider: “People are scared of Liam. And if he wants to carry on the band, Andy and [guitarist] Gem Archer will probably go along with it.” In the statement released hours after the Paris altercation, Noel pronounced himself disappointed with the “lack of support and understanding from my management and bandmates that left me with no other option than to seek pastures new”.

The history of brothers in bands — from the Bee Gees to the Kinks — is dotted with recriminations and subsequent reconciliations. Oasis have had their fair share, most seriously in Barcelona nine years ago, when Liam goaded his brother by casting doubt on the legitimacy of Noel’s daughter Anaïs. Wasn’t there every reason, then, to assume that these latest wounds would also heal? Their mother Peggy seems to think so. “They love each other,” she says. “They’ve had fights before and got over it.”

Mothers often know best, but mothers are also rarely able to view their children’s spats as, well, anything more than children’s spats. In the wake of Oasis’s no-show at the V Festival — attributed to Liam’s laryngitis — the singer had seemed similarly keen to play down rumours that the band’s future was in jeopardy. Bypassing the spellchecking software on his phone, he issued a reassuring tweet to his fans: “The voice may of disappeared, but I’m still here ... I’m gutted your gutted what can I say f*** all at the moment.”

Friends of the guitarist, however, were left with an altogether graver picture. Noel told friends that Oasis would never play a British show again, the implication being that if they could just see out their remaining European festival shows, he could walk away quietly. If Oasis had fulfilled the Paris obligation, they would have had just one more show left to play.

So what happened at Rock en Seine to tip Noel over the edge? Despite occupying the neighbouring dressing room, the New York band Vampire Weekend have kept their counsel, merely hinting at the weirdness of coming off stage following a triumphant set to encounter ugly scenes. The Scottish singer-songwriter Amy McDonald was less discreet: “Oasis cancelled again, with one minute to stage time! Liam smashed Noel’s guitar, huuuge fight!”

Speaking to The Times, a source close to Noel said: “The problems began even before Liam arrived in Paris. He travelled separately from the band, as he does these days, on Eurostar. By the time he got to the venue he was his usual confrontational self. He said things about Noel’s family and made pointed personal insinuations about Sara [MacDonald, Noel’s partner].” What we now also know is that the guitar smashing involved an acoustic guitar given to Liam by Appleton, to which Noel laid waste before walking away.

In any band of Oasis’s stature there are usually systems in place to stop the build-up of tensions. If pre-gig drinking has the potential to become an issue, management and the security staff employed by them can ensure that group members make it onstage in a state of relative sobriety. In the days when Liam Gallagher was merely the frontman with Oasis, such matters would have been dealt with by the group’s management company, Ignition. In 2009, however, things have ceased to be as simple. Accompanying Gallagher on Eurostar was Stevie Allen, Liam’s personal security guard and the business partner with whom the singer set up his clothing line Pretty Green. As anyone who has kept up with Liam’s Twitter updates this year will know, the singer’s enthusiasm for Pretty Green seems, at times, to have eclipsed his enthusiasm for his band.

Sources close to Noel say that he is furious at what he sees as Liam’s willingness to use the goodwill earned by Oasis’s music to sell clothes. The confusion between Liam’s band and brand was further heightened by the singer’s recent interview with NME, arranged through the PR he uses for Pretty Green. Parading various garments on his label, Liam confirmed that the pair were no longer on speaking terms, alleging: “It takes more than blood to be my brother.”

Others have questioned the wisdom of a band with Oasis’s fractious history committing to a ten-month world tour — not least because of issues around the recording of Dig Out Your Soul that were still not resolved before its release. After eight weeks of sessions at Abbey Road studios, Liam had yet to record a single vocal. Speaking to Q magazine, Noel revealed that Liam waited until mixing for the album commenced in LA before recording his vocals. Even then, halfway though the fortnight-long stay in LA, Liam fled to London, saying he had “some business to attend to”. This, it turns out, was his wedding to Appleton, to which none of his bandmates had been invited. As a result, Noel told Q, the band were forced to shelve two album tracks, including “an epic, Champagne Supernova song with backwards Are You Experienced-type rhythms” and a 50-piece choir. Anything but contrite, Liam tweeted: “A 50-piece choir on it ... more like 50 shit guitar solos on it.”

And that’s the way it’s been with the Gallaghers this year. “He’s constantly going on about how much soul he’s got,” Noel said. “I assume Bob Marley had soul ... I don’t see Bob Marley at the Rainbow [the scene of the famous Wailers concert in 1977] wailing about the colour of the napkins in his dressing room.”

Paul Rees, the editor of Q, remembers being struck by the way that, throughtout their interview, Noel kept bringing the subject around to his brother. “He seemed so tired,” Rees says. “People who have seen them on tour this year have noticed that he seems to be going through the motions.”

Beneath the weariness, however, is hurt. “He’s never seen my little lad [one year-old Donovan]. Just pictures,” Noel confided (a claim strenuously refuted by Liam). “If you were in the circle of people that we are in, you wouldn’t have him in the house if he spoke to you the way he speaks to me and my family.”

One bone of contention appears to be MacDonald herself, who Liam is said to have consistently sought to antagonise. “At the Brits in 2007 Liam snatched her glass of wine and allowed it to smash at her feet,” one insider alleges. And the source of the acrimony? “They move in different circles. Sara knows journalists and people in the media. He sees her as sleeping with the enemy. Liam seems to prefer celebrities. He’s friends with Gok Wan and Holly Willoughby. Noel, meanwhile, prefers the company of musicians.”

Rees echoes the sentiments: “Noel has always been keen to broaden his musical horizons — perhaps more than Oasis would allow at times.” The man who discovered Oasis, Alan McGee, reckons it’ll be less than five years before the brothers end up on the same stage together. Friends of Noel suggest that ten years is a more realistic assessment. But If Liam’s ego has spiralled out of control, Noel may want to stop and consider whether he inadvertently had a hand in the process. Seven years ago, when his younger brother brought his maiden songwriting effort Little James to the table, Noel encouraged him to write more. Now, with three creditable efforts on Dig Out Your Soul, it’s conceivable that Liam — who, lest we forget, started Oasis without his brother — feels bold enough to carry the burden of their reputation.

In a funny way, he may even have a point. In this divorce, Liam may come off surprisingly well — at least in monetary terms. It may not excite the critics, but an Oasis that functions as a travelling jukebox — Britpop’s first heritage act — may play in Liam’s favour. Hard to imagine? Go and see Oasis live and the beery mass you see bellowing the words to Wonderwall bear far greater resemblance to Liam than Noel. Will they mind if Oasis never record another note? Or do they just want to party like it’s 1995?

[mariacallous]

Elon Musk’s so-called Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) operates on a core underlying assumption: The United States should be run like a startup. So far, that has mostly meant chaotic firings and an eagerness to steamroll regulations. But no pitch deck in 2025 is complete without an overdose of artificial intelligence, and DOGE is no different.

AI itself doesn’t reflexively deserve pitchforks. It has genuine uses and can create genuine efficiencies. It is not inherently untoward to introduce AI into a workflow, especially if you’re aware of and able to manage around its limitations. It’s not clear, though, that DOGE has embraced any of that nuance. If you have a hammer, everything looks like a nail; if you have the most access to the most sensitive data in the country, everything looks like an input.

Wherever DOGE has gone, AI has been in tow. Given the opacity of the organization, a lot remains unknown about how exactly it’s being used and where. But two revelations this week show just how extensive—and potentially misguided—DOGE’s AI aspirations are.

At the Department of Housing and Urban Development, a college undergrad has been tasked with using AI to find where HUD regulations may go beyond the strictest interpretation of underlying laws. (Agencies have traditionally had broad interpretive authority when legislation is vague, although the Supreme Court recently shifted that power to the judicial branch.) This is a task that actually makes some sense for AI, which can synthesize information from large documents far faster than a human could. There’s some risk of hallucination—more specifically, of the model spitting out citations that do not in fact exist—but a human needs to approve these recommendations regardless. This is, on one level, what generative AI is actually pretty good at right now: doing tedious work in a systematic way.

There’s something pernicious, though, in asking an AI model to help dismantle the administrative state. (Beyond the fact of it; your mileage will vary there depending on whether you think low-income housing is a societal good or you’re more of a Not in Any Backyard type.) AI doesn’t actually “know” anything about regulations or whether or not they comport with the strictest possible reading of statutes, something that even highly experienced lawyers will disagree on. It needs to be fed a prompt detailing what to look for, which means you can not only work the refs but write the rulebook for them. It is also exceptionally eager to please, to the point that it will confidently make stuff up rather than decline to respond.

If nothing else, it’s the shortest path to a maximalist gutting of a major agency’s authority, with the chance of scattered bullshit thrown in for good measure.

At least it’s an understandable use case. The same can’t be said for another AI effort associated with DOGE. As WIRED reported Friday, an early DOGE recruiter is once again looking for engineers, this time to “design benchmarks and deploy AI agents across live workflows in federal agencies.” His aim is to eliminate tens of thousands of government positions, replacing them with agentic AI and “freeing up” workers for ostensibly “higher impact” duties.

Here the issue is more clear-cut, even if you think the government should by and large be operated by robots. AI agents are still in the early stages; they’re not nearly cut out for this. They may not ever be. It’s like asking a toddler to operate heavy machinery.

DOGE didn’t introduce AI to the US government. In some cases, it has accelerated or revived AI programs that predate it. The General Services Administration had already been working on an internal chatbot for months; DOGE just put the deployment timeline on ludicrous speed. The Defense Department designed software to help automate reductions-in-force decades ago; DOGE engineers have updated AutoRIF for their own ends. (The Social Security Administration has recently introduced a pre-DOGE chatbot as well, which is worth a mention here if only to refer you to the regrettable training video.)

Even those preexisting projects, though, speak to the concerns around DOGE’s use of AI. The problem isn’t artificial intelligence in and of itself. It’s the full-throttle deployment in contexts where mistakes can have devastating consequences. It’s the lack of clarity around what data is being fed where and with what safeguards.

AI is neither a bogeyman nor a panacea. It’s good at some things and bad at others. But DOGE is using it as an imperfect means to destructive ends. It’s prompting its way toward a hollowed-out US government, essential functions of which will almost inevitably have to be assumed by—surprise!—connected Silicon Valley contractors.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

schools of thought: part 2 🦊

A landoscar college AU, told through social media

to catch up, check out part 1 here

author's notes

thank you for your patience and the kudos on part 1 🤧 irl stuff happened and i worked on a different story for a while before getting back to this one

ignore timestamps, they don't really matter

if you enjoy it, please consider liking / reblogging / commenting! 💙

—————we pick up at the federation U library———————

lando's studying late. it's a tuesday, and there aren't too many people there - just him, linda the librarian who isn't particularly impressed at anything or anyone, and a couple of other students on other islands of desks, stuck in their own world.

lando doesn't find academic work impossible per se, it's more the sustained attention that gets challenging. and contrary to how he seems, he does actually work hard at his core modules. even if he isn't sure exactly to what end, yet.

the screen's blazing bright and lagrange's theorem is starting to make his brain statick-y, so lando rubs his eyes. one of those advice pages on tiktok said changing tasks could help sometimes to refocus on his studying. something about crop rotation or switching channels of the brain or something. if it's on social media, it must be true.

so he opens his design software instead and makes a party invite.

he sends a prayer to the holy trinity of tiesto, guetta and darude for his very basic photoshop abilities. and an extra hail-van-helden for the free software that he pirated off charles.

the party playlist is already whirring in his head. definitely some garage smashed with some old school hip hop, and he's sure there's a way to get some hans zimmer piano in there. whatever, it'll work.

satisfied with his efforts, lando sips from his hydroflask. (the drink is one part instant coffee, one part spicy honey, and a lot of hot water. carlos gives him shit about it all the time, but carlos is spanish and generally prone to dramatics when it comes to coffee and just about everything else.)

still focused on his important task of Procrastinating His Stabilizer Equations, lando texts max.

linda, to her credit, only glared at him once when he started humming kid cudi under his breath.

and judging from experience, max and charles are going to be a while, so there's nothing for lando to do but stare at the wall and keep working on his playlists. oh, and his math assignments.

meanwhile, oscar gets a ping from logan.

what is there to say about the meeting really, oscar thinks. uneventful. ———————earlier——————————

the first project catch-up with lando, they'd met under the campus bee statue. a sunny afternoon, but the campus was quiet, half of them having decamped to the nearby hills or beach for a change of scenery. it was just the pleasant and tolerable buzz of other students enjoying the warmth and doing university student things. he'd spotted a couple of people with picnic blankets out. he hadn't brought a picnic blanket, thinking this would be a quick meeting.

lando had appeared in a blur of white and orange, like a y2k elf. ear piercing, music festival rubber bracelets and all. in a t-shirt that said i'm acute angle.

"'sup osc!" lando said.

"that t-shirt's gramatically incorrect. technically." oscar had replied.

"whaa-aat. but more to the point, it's funny."

"i guess. did you do the reading yet? thought it'd be good to talk roles and responsibilities and maybe a project timeline."

"timeline?" lando said, as he tossed his backpack down and flopped on the lawn. lando extracted two heinekens from a side pocket and went through a complicated manouvre of opening them with his room keys. "thought we'd maybe crack open a beer and just chat, matey."

i'm not your matey, oscar thought. i'm a passenger to whatever train of chaos it is that you're driving and i'd like to get off.

oscar's skin prickled as he realised the double meaning of get off. he also tried to not think too hard about how overfamiliar lando was acting towards him. the worse thing was: there was a bigger part of him that was probably willing to let lando get away with it.

lando seemed to be ignoring whatever existential crisis oscar was going through. instead, lando was going on and on about philosophical youtubers and sparknotes. lando was so animated when he spoke, too: hands always in gestures, as if excitement buzzed directly out of his fingertips and onto oscar. there was a sparkle in his eyes, blue sliding into grey, that made oscar want to sit on his hands. because they were the kind of eyes they wrote about in regency novels, the windows to the soul kind of melodramatic nonsense. that would make him want to do stupid shit. like, get-in-the-way-of-the-project-grade kind of stupid shit.

so it took oscar a lot of energy to focus in that first meeting. he thought he did a pretty decent job picking up the thread of conversation, around the part where lando had called foucault's theory "the indiana jones thought thingy."

"i think you mean archaeology of knowledge."

"right! right." lando said, as he beamed up at him.

oscar had suddenly felt overly warm, then. probably just the sun on the quad, he thought to himself. he was from australia, so technically he should've known better, and worn adequate SPF. he'd have to set a phone reminder for that at a later point. he refused to be fooled again by the european summer and its apparently hypnotic effects. even if those hypnotic effects were probably mostly caused by a menacing parallel phenomenon that oscar would call solarus landonitus.

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later, oscar's cooks dinner, and tries to decipher the instructions on the back of a frozen bag of beef mince. pato and logan are away at a football game across the border in italy, an overnighter thing.

his phone vibrates. it's lando.

oscar's hands hover over the letter keys. a party? he couldn't think of anything worse. but lando said a couple of friends, and it's true oscar hasn't really partied, and he thinks hanging out with his D&D friends doesn't really count. there had been that one instance in first year when oscar had gone to try and meet logan and pato at the ministry of sound, and he'd accidentally ended up at the ministry of state government building. after that, he'd figured parties weren't really fated for him.

but. lando, social butterfly lando, campus personality lando is the one asking. and logan's right, oscar probably does take himself too seriously.

osc types and deletes at least four different responses before be replies. he is an eng lit major, he tells himself. surely he should be better at crafting his words than this. but sometimes it is what it is.

so it isn't a commitment, and it isn't a hard no, either.

oscar stares at his phone. it's gone quiet. lando's moved on – probably uploading an instagram story. or smashing his too keyboard loudly in a public space as he solves a polynomial. or making a new and unlikely EDM song out of radiator noises, or whatever it is that lando "i'm so cool" norris decides to do with his free time.

oscar is studying the dorm kitchen tiles, thinking about not thinking about lando, when his pasta water boils over. it hits the induction stove with a loud hiss.

"shit!" osc yelps. he grabs a nearby dish towel to wipe it up.

the pasta ends up both soggy and under salted, but he eats it anyway. mind turning all the while.

——————stay tuned part 3 (hint: party party)————————

p.s. if you want to be tagged/notified on the next part/updates just lmk in comments or DM and i'd be happy to!!

[scribbles97]

Artemis ~ Chapter 4

Read Chapter 3 Here

John had been holed away in his room most of the week, hiding away from the ruckus of the rest of the family whilst he recovered from the flu. Lucy had been waiting for it to pass through the house, but it seemed that the rest of her brood had remained immune with their pleas for a day out coming as loud and demanding as usual. 

Jeff had swept in, barely home from a business meeting before he had left again with four of the five in tow. He’d promised the aquarium, much to Gordon’s delight, and then a lunch of Alan’s choice as an early birthday treat. The older two had gone along at her insistence, Scott having offered to help around the house and Virgil mimicking his oldest brother in a way they’d all long since gotten used to. 

“Hey spaceman,” She murmured as she cracked the door open, “can I come in?”

“Yeah,” He snuffled, huffing as he adjusted himself beneath the pile of blankets.

“I brought you chicken soup,” She smiled, setting the tray down over his legs as John finished whatever he was typing on the data-pad, “What are you working on?”

He tilted the screen towards her, the lines of code the same as the project he’d been working on most of the week when he’d felt up to it. She had banned him from school work, insisting he was already ahead enough in his syllabus that he could afford to take a week off from the work. Of course, it had only taken him a moment to find something different to work on, but she was grateful that it was at least something fun. 

“It’s still not right,” He told her, “it wants to play but it doesn’t want to win.”

Perching on the edge of the bed, she scanned over the coding, “Well, my programming skills are a little rusty, but I can take a look whilst you eat and we can work through it together?”

John’s grin was wide, “Really?”

A cough quickly followed, deep and hacking as he doubled forward. 

“Easy there.” She soothed, “Do you want some water?”

He sat back, taking a drink and handing over the datapad for her to look at. 

“It’s not far off of being a full AI,” He admitted, “but I didn’t think I should go any further down that line, what with all the regulations coming in.”

She shrugged as she examined the line in question, “What harm could a game AI produced by my genius son cause?”

John grinned, “It could spy on everyone!”

Lucy laughed, playing along, “She could tell us exactly what your Dad and brothers are up to right now!”

John pulled a face, “She?”

“Sorry,” Lucy immediately pulled back, “the file was called Eos, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

John shook his head, wincing as he did, “I adapted it from a copy of the software that turns the lights on and off, like Eos, the bringer of the dawn.”

The breadth of his knowledge would never cease to amaze Lucy. 

Running a hand through his hair, she frowned at just how warm he was. 

“I think I’m going to call the doctors.” She told him, “You’re still burning up, Kiddo.”

John sighed, “I just want to be better, Mom.”

Leaning down, she kissed his forehead, “Be patient, love, you will be soon.”

A week and a half in hospital with drips and antivirals had eventually seen John right, the nurses taking no chances in him passing the bug on to any other patient as they set him up in a private room. Lucy had stayed to keep him company, but both were aware that not even a hospital was of any comparison to the noise their family made. Whilst he had slept, she had worked on his template, drawing on all her old knowledge that she hadn’t thought of since leaving the Air Force. 

“Can you keep a secret?” She had asked after morning rounds when John had been complaining about missing his brothers. 

His raised eyebrow said it all, the most secretive of the five, she knew she could trust him.

Handing him his data-pad, she smiled as she leaned her elbows on the edge of his bed, “Eos, hello.”

A silver ring lit up in hologram above the pad, seven dots evenly spaced around the ring lit up as the female voice answered.

“Good Morning, Lucy, how can I help you?”

John’s face lit up, his eyes brighter than they had been all week as he looked from her to the Intelligence. 

“Eos.” He breathed, “She’s real!”

Lucy laughed softly, having done little more than think of the applications of the AI whilst John had been going through the hospital admission process. He had almost been right, sometimes a spy was needed to keep track of their family of seven. With Scott spending more time off with friends, and gearing up for his Senior year, Gordon taking his swim lessons with more seriousness than a seven year old had any right to, and Jeff spending more time away with the business it could be hard to keep track of who was where - even with all of the advances in technology. 

Eos was John’s first though, a primary directive to befriend and entertain, a game program that could match his wits and give enough challenge to the teenager who outshone all of his peers. 

“How about a game of chess?” She suggested, “But take it easy, John’s still recovering.”

It wasn’t until the summer that they had trained her well enough for the rest of the family to be let in on exactly what the AI could do. Each of the boys had taken to her differently; Jeff, wary of the technological implications, Scott, appreciating an opponent that wasn’t John, Virgil, asking her questions and always surprised by her answers, Gordon, eager to get her into trouble in one way or another, and Alan, wary of the new presence in the house. 

Before long she had become a staple in the family’s daily routine, almost like an extra sibling for the boys, and a much needed extra pair of hands for Lucy and Jeff. John never commented on how his mother had picked back up on her programming skills, and she had never thought too hard on why she had left the skills behind in the Air Force. 

Eos was different, she was theirs, and theirs alone. 

Continue on Ao3

[adaaliyajohn]

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If you are already running a traditional roadside assistance business can transform to Uber like app for tow truck booking. New entrepreneurs too can launch this app as a marketplace for roadside assistance and tow truck with little investment and earn a commission for every service.

Now let me explain to you some basics.

Own roadside assistance and tow truck business require a towing truck, a driver, special types of equipment and other labors for assistance. Not only the towing service is available for breaking down vehicles but also for vehicles that are met with an accident. Normally, such business owners make $25,000 — $40,000 per year. Among other countries, Canada has the large no. of tow trucks.

Problem with existing roadside assistance model

When your vehicle broke down midway you have to either call the towing company and explain them the exact place of your vehicle or you have to go to the towing company by any other means and bring them to the spot. In the first case, you may not know the phone no. or you may not know the place where your vehicle broke down. In the second case, you have to waste a lot of time. To get rid of these problems we can use Uber like app for this business.

Uber like app for towing and road assistance

If there is an Uber like app for booking roadside assistance, users can book it from anywhere and share the location. Also, the user can select the type of towing required for their vehicle. The exact spot of your vehicle can be marked on the map so that it is easy for the towing company.

How an app can make a difference?

I will give you an example of two companies that are in towing and road assistance business. “On-demand towing and recovery” is a US-based company working in Richmond since 1998. It is a leading company in this business. Similar to that, Honk Technologies is a marketplace for towing services, i.e. various other towing companies list their service at Honk technologies. Recently Honk technologies raised around $18 million from the investors.

By comparing the two you can easily identify why a company like On-demand towing and recovery which is operating since 1998 couldn’t able to raise so much money like Honk technology. Because they haven’t moved to use an Uber like app for their company.

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Book and Cancel appointments: Any time booking and cancellation of service in case if the service is not required by customers.

Accept/Reject request: In case the truck driver is not available, he can reject the request or accept immediately if he is available so that correct intimation is sent to the customer.

Verified service Providers: Customers can check the credibility of service providers by checking whether the service providers are verified.

Referral earnings and Friend invite: After using the service, customers can recommend the service to their friends and earn referral point which can be redeemed during the next service if any.

Separate Dashboard for Truck drivers: The truck driver can manage the vehicle location, Amount paid, Commission earned, etc, in his dashboard completely dedicated to the driver.

Above are some of the features offered at SpotnRides. Based on clients requirement and location we provide some other features. Since laravel based PHP framework for Uber like app development is used, we can ensure fast, highly secure and tight security app.

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[thatssonanii]

Prologue

A/N: Bare with me the holidays are a busy time for me so it'll most likely be week day uploads when I do start posting chapters! Enjoy! Comment, reblog & share! Updates depend on engagement! 🌻

Warnings: A bit of cursing, 18+, Minors DNI

Masterlist

The sound of kids talking and playing filled Shania's ears as she entered the three year old classroom. A few kids noticed her, running to give her hugs then went back to playing. She watched them for a moment then went to the connected boys restroom, peeking in. 

"Hey, Ms. Martina. You buzzed for me?"

Martina stood from her kneel in front of the middle stall. "Yeah. Jaden has a stomach thing and no clothes."

Shania walked in to check on the child, giving him a soft smile. "Not feeling good, buddy?"

His voice came out weak and sad. "No ma'am."

"I'll get somebody to bring you some ginger ale and extra clothes while I call mommy and daddy. Sound good?" Giving him another pout, she turned to Martina. "If you want when he's cleaned up, you can bring him to the office with me. Tell me the last name again."

"Fatu."

Leaving the classroom, Shania power walked through the daycare back to her office and to her desk. After going through her software, she found his profile and dialed the first number. 

"Good morning, Mrs. Fatu. This is Shania Taylor at Busy Bees. Jaden's not feeling well and he's had an accident so you're gonna have to come pick him up. Thank you. See you soon."

Shania left the same message three times with Jaden's mom, dad and uncle. She sighed softly realizing there was only one more number to call. Dialing the number, she put it on speaker so she could pull her curls away from her face. 

"Hello?"

The deep voice startled her a bit as she honestly wasn't expecting anyone to answer. 

"Helloooo," the voice sang out, "Somebody there?"

"Sorry, yes." She picked her phone up, moving it closer to her.  "Hey, I'm sorry to bother you. This is Shania Taylor from Busy Bees. Is this Joshua Fatu?"

"Uh, yeah, this Josh. Busy Bees?"

"Yes, Busy Bees. Your nephew, Jaden, is enrolled here."

"Oh shit, my bad," he said quickly, "I don't think I ever knew the name. He aight? He need something?"

She glanced at her office door when she heard a light knock, finding Martina standing in the doorway with Jaden in tow. She waved them in, pointing at the ottoman in front of her window. 

"He's actually not feeling well and had an accident. He didn't have any clothes but I keep extras here so that's taken care of. You are gonna have to get him though."

Josh went silent for a moment, Shania could hear rustling around in his background.

"I don't mind at all but did you call Jon or Trinity first?"

"Yes sir," she said softly as she rolled her chair over to Jaden. She covered him with her throw blanket. "I called them and the other uncle they had listed, no one answered."

"Aight, I'll try to call them. I'm on the way though, Ms. Taylor."

"Thank you, see you soon."

The small monitor on her desk chimed and real time video popped up fifteen minutes later. Easing up from her spot, Shania checked the monitor then went to the front door of the center. She pushed the door open for him, a small smile on her face. 

"Hey, Mr. Fatu." She watched him as he stepped inside. "Thank you for coming."

He looked around the foyer then at her, giving her a small nod. "Josh. Just Josh. I gotta get em from the class?"

"Nope, he's actually been in my office with me. Fell asleep not too long ago. He had me watching toy videos so the nap was a blessing in disguise for us both," she joked. "Since he is asleep, I can go ahead and get a copy of your license."

He frowned a little at that. "Why?"

"I make copies of everyone's licenses when they come to pick up one of my babies. State law. Keeps them safe. You can step into my office."

The two stood in silence while she made her copies. Josh grabbed Jaden's backpack, bag of soiled clothes and the small bottle of ginger ale beside him. He watched Shania move quickly around her office from the printer to the filling cabinet then to her desktop, lingering there for a few minutes. She wrote something down on her post it before peeling it off. Going to Josh, she held it out to him smiling. Slowly, he took it then looked at her. 

"What's this?"

"Your family's code to get into the door so you don't have to wait to be let in whenever you come get him."

"Thank you," he stuffed it into his pocket then carefully picked up his sleeping nephew, "I need to sign em out?"

"I'll take care of it. You just take care of my buddy. When you talk to his parents, let them know he can return when he's been symptom free for 24 hours."

"Gotcha. You the boss lady huh?" He joked adjusting Jaden in his arms. 

Her smile grew a little wider, her cheeks pushing her eyes into small slits. "I wouldn't say boss lady but I am the owner."

"Shit. Forreal?"

"Yes and we don't talk like that in Busy Bees, Josh." She chastised playfully.

He flashed her a quick smile, giving a peek of his gold fronts on his bottom teeth. "My bad, Ms. Taylor. Ima let them know though. Have a good day, don't work too hard."

Walking in front of him to the door, she propped the door open for him to exit. She watched him effortlessly unlock his truck, put Jaden's things in then Jaden into his seat. She called out to him before he could open the driver side. 

"What's up?"

"Call me Shania."

His fronts made another appearance. "Yes ma'am."

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - forty-eight | sometimes the kickball inspires music

On the bus ride home, you thought about it. It did kind of bother you. 

If you were being honest it did kind of bother you! - with emphasis! - that Jongho had pointed out that you had not a singular ballad mashup or even a mashup between a ballad and a non-ballad. It didn’t bother you that he was the one to point it out, anyone could have pointed it out and it would have bothered you; what bothered you (with greater emphasis) was that you had not a singular ballad mashup or even a mashup between a ballad and a non-ballad. You were known amongst the youtube mashup scene as having incredible taste in music and being able to mashup any genre with any other genre, how could a lack of ballads have escaped you? How could you have never noticed? No - and with the utmost of emphasis, the emphatic peak, even - how could you have never noticed? You were the one making all of them!

You wondered if anyone else had made one, and you searched a bunch of terms to find them: ‘Jongho mashup’, ‘Jongho ballad mashup’, ‘Wonderland Ent ballad mashup,’ Jongho remix’, ‘dear god how could I have missed that????’ The last one in particular, yielded nothing. None of them brought up anything, only results that were nominally similar to what you wanted: a compilation of him breaking apples while singing, a compilation of him singing on variety shows in various costumes, a compilation of a few hosts talking about how beautiful his neck was - that was sort of weird, why are TV hosts like that? - but not a single ballad mashup. You guessed that his question earlier might have been one that wasn’t wholly directed at you; why wasn’t he in any mashups? His music was good, it could be mashed up! 

…Not that you had mashed it up. 

You sighed as you tilted your head towards the ceiling of the bus.

These thoughts plagued you, like a Brazilian telenovela actress with math floating around her head as she looked at the camera, puzzled. You almost missed your stop, you were so lost in thought, and only realized what stop it was when someone bumped into you while they were getting off the bus.

By the time you got home, you could feel the USB of programs and samples burning a hole in your pocket. But it wasn’t the music editing software that was burning the hole: after Jongho left, you had asked Hongjoong if you could take the master files of a few of Jongho’s most popular songs with you.

“I had a feeling you’d be asking something to this effect.” He opened the folder of master files and navigated to Jongho’s music.

“You did?”

He nodded as he looked for all the highest-charting songs. “I saw that fire in your eyes when he pointed out that you had no ballad mashups on your channel.”

You chuckled awkwardly. “Was I that obvious?”

“To someone who’s also motivated by challenges? Yes.”

You nodded

And he sent you on your way, music in tow, after making you promise not to upload them in their original state, and to delete them once you were done. Of course you promised, you had mashups to make and you already had ideas.

You spent an hour or two following the instructions the IT guy had left in a text file on the USB and installed all the programs and put in the license keys for the sample libraries.

It was taking so long that you had opened all the songs Hongjoong gave you on youtube, made a playlist you had listened to four or five times, and already had two pages of notes by the time everything was done being downloaded and set up.

So impatient you were bordering on annoyance, you were finally able to open the files in the production program, and opened a new project…

You didn’t know what to do.

Panic struck as you realized you were like a foreigner in a new land. Some of the phrases for actions were the same but others were different. Some were moved to different areas of menus you would have thought they were in, and some were in different places all together. You were lost in a city and only spoke half the language.

Okay. It was okay. You were okay. You followed the tutorial that popped up and tried to not let your impatience override your desire to know how the program worked. It was difficult, you had been struck by the springy red kickball of Apollo and - instead of divining the future or turning into a plant to escape him - were struck with inspiration.

You stopped participating in the tutorial for a moment and picked up your phone. You opened the voice recorder and hummed part of one of Jongho’s songs and then another, to make note of a transition between songs you thought would be good. Now that it was out of your head, you could concentrate on the tutorial again.

After ten minutes? Twenty minutes? Five thousand years? You weren’t sure. You were finally done with the tutorial.

You wanted to work on the mashup, goddamnit. You looked up a tutorial for the program on youtube - there was no way you were going to sit through that slow-ass tutorial again - and left it open on your second screen, just in case.

You, finally, finally, got to work.

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[fnaflucasverse]

Assorted Fazband Thoughts

sort of a sequel to this ask from @mangleschmidt i got about the animatronics; sort of based on lore by @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction

ORIGINAL FAZBAND

as i mentioned in the footnotes, the originals (the hardware anyway) were made specifically for the first location by a small robotics company that was later acquired by fazbear entertainment. the base shells were copied/modified from an old blueprint of the springlocks.

the software was provided by jeremy fitzgerald sr., who had taken an interest in the fazband's development. it was a little unusual when he asked to personally oversee the testing of his prototype "security mode", but given he was related to one of the higher-ups, nobody argued. (weird guy, though. didn't work well with others)

the originals don't actually have a programmed free-roam mode, at least not back in the '80s. any walking around they did (one at a time, in a very limited area, under supervision) was directed via remote control. after '87, people started noticing the fazband's movements became a little more... natural, less stiff. then one night they just started walking around on their own.

also in the other posts, the fazbands aren't really capable of independent, sentient thoughts or personalities. well, they're not supposed to be. but very occasionally, outside of showtimes, they would... talk... to themselves, using bits from their showtime voicelines. even when the ghost children would be resting.

i don't know if they're distinct enough from the ghosts to be their own persons, but i have a feeling they aren't completely unaware.

TOY FAZBAND

the toys are technically the third version of the fazband, after the '80s prototype originals and the rudimentary "rockstar" line that was in production from '85-'98 for other freddy's branch locations. the rockstars were cheap and easy to make (think chuck e cheese but worse) and are what the majority of people imagine when thinking "freddy fazbear's pizza". when mike schmidt became a utahn hero after protecting a young teenager from "burglars", fazbear entertainment was starting to roll out the toys and decided to revamp their first location to suit their new colorful image. (the kid might've put in a good word; wasn't he the grandson of one of the higher-ups?)

the toys are a lot simpler than the originals in a lot of ways: design, question of sentience, lack of jaw movement—but they're definitely more technologically advanced. better at walking, too. they also have a version of fitzgerald sr.'s security mode in their programming, after mike's heroism also raised parental worry about their local pizzeria getting robbed. (honestly, i don't think these animatronics actually have facial recognition.)

as for what other animatronic mangle got inextricably combined with... given fredbear doesn't actually have an endoskeleton, i think it may have been dee-dee, balloon boy's counterpart.

i don't exactly know where to put it, but the marionette is also an exclusive first-location "animatronic". the guy who designed the original fazband made it for his daughter, apparently. they visited freddy's a few times, always carrying that thing in tow; something bad happened, and he left it behind.

SPRINGLOCK SUITS

very few people still remember there were two of them. when you take off the ears, the accessories, they look identical. they were supposed to be thrown out, but fitzgerald sr. took a liking to them. too bad he wasn't much of an engineer though, or he maybe would've given the fazband springlocks, too.

[ask-a-learning-ai]

Snow and Nova looked at the entrance of the tower, having just arrived, though a bit late, "You think we should have tried to create a way for us to dream?" Nova asked Snow. Snow just sighed, "Probably, but we're already late because we were figuring out a way for us to eat, we didn't have time for both..." she said, definitely a bit annoyed at herself for not thinking about that, "I'll try developing the software while we're here and send it to you if I have it done in time." Nova nodded in response, deciding to head inside with Snow in tow.

SNOW AND NOVA HAVE ARRIVED AT RESHI'S SLEEPOVER!!!

[izzi8bit]

You’ve been doing sprites for a while now. What catalyzed your desire to make a game with that talent?

This is gonna be a doozy. Things are pretty bad on my side of things. I lost my job a year ago and haven't found stable work since. I've got some freelance here and there but I'm more or less living off my savings which are about to run out. I'm applying to places outside of my career but I'm a 34-year-old trans woman with exclusively animation freelance and some teaching experience, which means nothing in sales, fast food, or custom service. I lost my car because my partner parked it in a tow-a-way zone and since I work from home doing freelance I didn't notice til I went to go somewhere and the towing fee had built up beyond the worth of the car. So I'm inexperienced and don't have a car, which basically makes me unemployable. I've done some freelance animation work for some Youtubers but that's only netting me $800 every other month. I did get a "job" at an educational gaming company, but the promised hourly rate wasn't real and they were paying us in stocks of the company. I wasted an embarrassing amount of time on that. Did some pre-vis work for a friend but they still haven't paid me and no longer responding to my messages. I'm pretty depressed. I'm still applying to places left and right but I needed something to do with my time. My partner seeing me in pain sat me down and talked to me about having some kind of project. "Work on that comic idea, learn a new program you wanted to, make that game you always wanted to make, take a class" She knows I'm capable of a lot, even though at this point of time... I've lost myself in all the loss.

So I chose to work on the clown game. I had some assets I made a while ago, updated them, and started learning Unity, got frustrated and a friend suggested Godot. And things clicked. I've got something to live for again. I'm still under financial stress, but at least I'm making something. A friend suggested a Kickstarter, but I can't imagine people would want to give a first-time game dev money to make ANOTHER platformer. So it's mostly just a learning experience. I'm learning a new software, I'm learning a new language (GDscript), and who knows maybe I'll make enough of a game that I can release it and make a little something. Honestly, I just want to get to the point where I have enough content to make a demo for people to play. I've got 2 levels done! And it's only been a month since I started learning. And it's pretty polished for what it is! Long story short, my partner pushed me to learn something new and I'm having a blast making a game. Outside of the stresses and fear, it's the happiest I've been in ages. I love doing it. I just wish I could pay rent.