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myhatisblue · 23 days ago

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Part 8, more character interactions before training hell begins.

There was one thing that was becoming real clear…. Twig was going to drive me mad long before Sneckdraw even got the chance to beat the shit out of me on a daily basis. I was in the middle of lab hell, blood had already been drained and Twig was messing around with their strange machines.. When it seemed like my time was spoken for everyone else took off. Harris said something about wanting to look around. He seemed to for a while but had settled down by the beach. Sneckdraw had observed Twigs work for a while before silently leaving. Watching him go answered the question as to how all this lab crap got in here. The flesh door seemed like a problem I only had an answer for, but telekinesis turned out to be just as qualified an answer.

He made his way to the tree as soon as he left. Whether I like it or not I know exactly where everyone here is at all times, and it’s frankly a pain in the ass. That was more thanks to Sneckdraw than Harris or Twig of course. It may not have happened, but it sure as hell felt like every step Sneckdraw took on uncovered flesh risked infecting it with his plague. It was a lot of sensations hitting all at once. Leaving my brain fried in both an abstract sense, and a mental one thanks to Twig.

“Have you ever considered removing or maybe losing a limb in an unfortunate accident?”

“No Twig I haven’t, I’m kinda attached to those.”

“Not even a finger? It would be very useful to find out if you’d regrow it, or if it’d be like the eye and incapable of recovery. I bet you wouldn’t even notice a missing pinky.”

I couldn’t help but just stare at them as they traveled around the room. Among the many things they’d flooded my makeshift house with was an office chair that Twig seemed to favor rolling around in. They seemed to move to and from different machines, occasionally pointing some odd piece of equipment at me before looking back at several screens around the area they’ve taken over. It was all connected and powered by a generator, that I assume was powered by the strange glowing cylinders that stuck out the top. It kinda ruined the bare essentials look I had going, even though it was almost completely bare before…

I finally got around to responding, not that they’d noticed the dely.

“I get that you’re here for the future of science or whatever you're selling it as but can we maybe not use me as a lab rat when my arms are already busted?”

They rolled back over to the bed and shined a light into my eye that produced a strange clicking noise afterwards. Then they were back to their computer placing that odd pen looking light into a socket seemingly made for it.

“I’ll leave a note to test that next time you’re in a medically induced coma then.”

Typing was the only sound that pierced the air as I took in exactly what they’d just said.

“That… Thats really fucked up, you do know that right?”

“Is it? If anything it always seemed more like a blessing. You aren’t aware of any pain, no potentially damaging effects from overly active thoughts, and it would let us compare your body’s composition to that of the flesh here without having to distract you from any further activities.”

“I’m sure it sounds great to you on paper, but how the fuck am I supposed to trust, or even talk to someone who’s actively waiting to drug me and shred me to pieces?”

That was what made them stop typing before looking at me with a strange melancholic expression on their face. I may not have known them but it was apparent that the tone of their voice dulled significantly.

“I’m pretty sure nobody really wants to act like this… You just have to. Sure you hate it for a while, look for better outcomes, or a missing piece of data that would let you keep hold of your standards. The main issue there is that the enemy has no qualms about crossing that line of no return.

It forces a situation where the only way to truly save lives is to forgo what holds you back. Only for it to turn out that even after all of the sacrifice year after year more threats continue to break through every defence laid out before them. We get better, and all it leads to is them matching the pace. It’s a very frustrating existence. But when you find even the tiniest bit of hope among that pit of vipers you have to do everything it takes to make sure it lasts.”

“Hope? Don’t tell me you're talking about all this.”

“We already have proof that you can replace organs. Yes, there’s still work to be done to figure out how it will perform over a longer period of time, but the potential is limitless if all goes well. If we expand this on a wider scale, we may have the ingredients here to cure even the most severe diseases. Or the means to replace any lost limb not with prosthetics but with real flesh and bone. It's a venture anyone in the field would dream of dedicating their life to!”

“But you’d be letting something cursed in every way imaginable out into the real world. What if it consumes a person entirely, or grows its own fucked up thoughts? It’s a piss poor idea that won't do any good. It’s not some magic cure all like you think it is.”

“That is why we test all of the variables. It may seem completely mad from your perspective, or perhaps even cruel but isn’t a little pain worth it if millions survive worse?

Plus It’s exciting to be at the forefront of a brand new area of study. What can we uncover, what can we do with, and without your involvement. It’s simply exciting.”

“Exciting to you but my goddamn hell. What would even be left of a person’s mind if it’s constantly being flooded by information from all those ‘cured’? It’s hard enough to just be around people. How the fuck do I manage all that?!”

“That’s an aspect that we’ll have to work on disarming before we start any sort of live testing. You can’t change the world with sloppy work after all, and you're potentially far too useful to let rot away as a side effect of shoddy work,”

“Changing the world? How the hell can you say that without any hint of embarrassment?”

“You’ve already done it though.”

“Ugh It’s not like I wanted this, or that I was aiming for anything other than just making it out alive… Shit was a lot easier when my biggest issue most days were assholes sending back plates because they don’t know what a steak looks like prepared how they wanted. Hearing a mid rare is moo-ing because it’s a little pink was frustrating to no end.”

“Guess it’s better for everyone you ended up this way then. Someone with more drive would already be trying to profit off it..”

“That… it gets complicated when it’s wrapped up in so much death. Hard to feel good about anything I pull off thanks to this place, beyond a few passing moments.”

“Then isn’t using it to help people the best way of making up for it? I’m sure the other Eldritch Lords would be upset by it too if they’re aiming to end everything.”

A loud ding caught Twig’s attention and they went back to typing.

“...You can’t just go from asking me to chop off a limb, and the promise of a drug induced coma in the future to that… I immediately want to tell you to fuck off, but then I agree with the last bit, it’s so goddamn fustrating.”

“There’s a lot of sides to everything, even if we’d rather boil it down to bad and good.”

“I guess… Hey I meant to ask, how’d you know that drugs will even work on me now?”

“When it seemed like you were dying on the beach back then, I had to feed you something to help. Your reaction to that and the healing serums are enough to prove that most things still have an effect.

Oh! Remind me to show you the footage of how everything reacts when you’re stoned someday. Things start wobbling and twitching, and the eyes spin around and around. It's fascinating to observe. I’d be quite a sight to see something stuck in the middle of it... I bet it'd be like going through a meat grinder.”

“Ugh so avoid drugs like the plague… if I go crazy here, ones that just fuck with my head and not force me to pass out would likely be real bad.”

“Huh! You’re right, we should test that when you are in a better state… For now though I’m done with you, you can either stay where you are and take it easy. Or go out for a little while and see what the others are up to. Just avoid stressful activities, and limit your aim movement while you’re out.”

“I’ll go take a walk…”

Twig waved in my direction but was staring intensely at a wall of text, graphs and strange images that I assume were micro close ups of something. I left, but couldn’t help but think that I should make another building later so they aren’t constantly in my bedroom… I could probably make walls to spit up rooms but this seems to just be the start. It’s just a matter of time before more people start taking advantage of this place. Plus… If I can extend my senses into the walls maybe I’ll be able to use that to keep tabs on what they’re doing. It might be missed if it’s set in place early enough…

I couldn’t help but feel like I wasn't mentally prepared enough for the conversation that I needed to have with Sneckdraw yet. So I ended up going to check out what Harris guy was up to. When I made it to the beach he was just sitting there, looking at the ocean. His e-book was still in his hands but he seemed lost in thought. I was pretty far away when he turned around and greeted me with a nod the old guy must have pretty good hearing…

It was hard to know how to start a conversation with a dude who’d shot your body but he seemed aware of that and tossed a box of cigarettes at me.

“A peace offering.”

A disposable lighter, followed after. His offering was smart, so I sat down next to him. The mood was dampened when I found myself struggling to get the lighter working. Even if my hands looked fine enough, there was still some damage that bled from the lower part of my forearm past my wrists and ended about half way into the palm area. Sure they moved vaguely where they needed to go but accuracy was still a goddamn bitch.

“Pass it here.”

Harris had given me some time to fail before he stepped in taking the lighter and helping me light the cigarette hanging from my mount. He handed it back for later use, but fuck it felt pretty pathetic. I wasn’t given much time for those thoughts when he spoke up again.

“I’m a little surprised you’re here, I would have thought you’d avoid me like the plague.”

“Probably should honestly, but I need a little more time before I go talk to Sneckdraw.”

“You aren’t the first person to say something to that effect. He’s a hard one to hold a conversation with. I’ve heard you get used to it and that he’ll start to talk more overtime but few last that long.”

“It’s gotta be weird to be talked about the way he is, it seems like a lot of people are scared of him.”

“That’s what everything about him was designed to do. He could have picked a different mask, or helped people understand who he actually is… But I don’t think he ever could, more friends means more things to lose. Eventually after all the grief, sometimes all that’s left is the job. Even worse when you get old.

That’s why it’s important to maintain a healthy work life balance. Having a hobby helps keep you from getting too deep in all of the doom and gloom too.”

“Like you and reading?”

“Ah well… I’ve always had a soft spot for romance. It’s nice to take a break from this bleak kind of business, and spend some time in a nice fluffy place where love is what matters. It makes it easier to live day to day. really

Plus got my wife into them after hearing me ranting about how dumb the leads were in different books on several occasions. It started as her wanting to figure out why I’d keep reading something that I just seemed to be annoyed by. Only to end up just as wrapped up in the affairs, and drama as I am.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I exhaled smoke.

“Jesus christ, you go from pulling a revolver on me to casually reading porn…”

“Spoken like someone who's never read romance. It’s about the build up, the emotional struggle, the ups and downs, conquering it all and finally realizing what the heart truly wants. What the payoff turns into is just a small piece of the picture.

And I used a normal bullet when I was eventually forced to pull the trigger.”

It was almost impressive how he was able to jump from one mode to another. One second smiling about his hobbies and wife. To almost immediately knocking me off guard once a subject related to his occupation came to the forefront. His eyes had a lot to do with it, there was a darkness there that only seemed to grow deeper as time went on...

“...A normal bullet? Do you just use armor piercing ones or something?”

He dug into a pouch that hung off his hip and threw a revolver round at me. I don’t know how he expected me to be quick enough right now to catch it, but I got the feeling afterwards he’d forgotten the arm problem. After I plucked it out of the sand and started to dust it off, I almost immediately became aware of how cold it left. On further investigation the strange markings carved into the metal revealed themselves. Runes I guess, but they felt and looked different than the ones carved into Integrity.

“Magic, they have to be hand carved so be careful with it.”

“Someone carved this in themselves? Shit’s so tiny and elaborate though…”

“It takes a real master of the craft, pretty much why they need to be done on higher caliber bullets.”

“Huh, there’s no way to automate that? I mean there can’t be many of these out there, fewer people who can even make them.”

“Magic will always need a human’s touch in one way or another, and much as it hurts my pride to admit it she’s better with her hands.”

I was about to ask who the ‘she’ was in that statement, until I saw a tiny heart that seemed stamped into the bottom of the casing. It was so small and easy to miss, but the imprint was clear as day once you noticed it.

“...You fell in love with your arms dealer?”

“I prefer ‘artisan of arms’ more, it sounds cuter.“

Bullets made with love… Kinda the last thing I’d expect out of this world.

“I don’t even know your wife but she already seems too good for you…”

“Don’t I know it…”

“So what’s it do differently than a normal bullet?”

“After impact that one freezes everything in a 5 foot radius give or take. Its effect is wider if it’s shot into a source of water too or blood as the case may be.”

“Huh… Let’s see it then.”

I held the bullet back towards him, and he took it and returned it to the pouch.

“I can’t here, next time we’re outside though I will. Just don’t know how it’ll react here.”

“Huh… good point.”

He stared out at the sea before rubbing underneath his chin. Contemplating who knows what, it was time to enjoy the smoke. The smell was nostalgic, brought me back to better days for a little while, and calmed me down better than anything else ever could. May have quit for a while but now more than ever I needed the escape.

Eventually Harris broke the silence.

“You really are taking this whole thing pretty well. You’ve brought up the being shot thing a few times, but I still figured you’d be more upset.”

“I should be, but as aggravating as it is I can see how things went the way they did… If anything I’m more frustrated that I put in all the effort to making things work here, and all its done is fucked up how I am out there.

You guys had your part to play in all that as well, but you're trying to do something about it now even if it’s late at the very least. Plus you were working to get off on a good foot. Ken’s was right though, you better replace that carpet and fix the hole you made.”

“What’s with you two and that carpet…”

“Gotta think about the resale value.”

“True enough, but I bet there’s more to it.”

“If you want a serious answer then I just want to have a place out there that isn’t tainted by all this… Dried blood and bullet holes aren’t good for that.”

“I understand, I’ll do what I can to make sure it’s handled by the time you make it out of here.”

I nodded and put out my cig, before getting up and stretching a little and dusting myself off.

“I’ve put it off long enough, I oughta go deal with Sneckdraw.”

“Good luck, try not to get gutted.”

“...Uhg...”

I didn’t look back after I left, the tree wasn’t far off but it was still around a 5 to 10 minute walk from the beach. It’s strange to be left alone to think, normally Ken-

“Normally Ken shows up to save your ass from that big scary brain of yours.”

I almost jumped out of my goddamn skin as yet again Kenneth appeared out of nowhere and was now casually floating alongside me while I walked.

“You’re back.”

“I’ve been here and listening the whole time. If I showed up at any point before now, those bastards would have never shut up.”

“I guess, but what's with you and that language?”

“That’s the language of the void. Aren’t you impressed that I'm so well versed in ancient cursed languages?”

“But why are you?”

“I was born of it, so it’s ingrained in my being as much as it is yours now.”

“Sounded like nonsense that hurt my head.”

“You’ll pick it up over time, though it’ll likely just sound like English to you by that point.”

“Weird… Well what are you thinking about all this?”

“That you’re a stupid bastard who should have just crushed everyone here with the land they stand on hours ago.”

“Sounds like a standard Kenneth response.”

“You got beaten, shot and then fried with electrical magic. Were then poked and prodded and stabbed with needles and told you’re going to keep being treated like shit. But what I loved the most was when you went and had a smoke with the man who shot you while he talked about his fucking wife. What the fuck is wrong with you? I don’t get it, I just don’t fucking get it…”

“I couldn’t give you a good answer if I tried. Maybe I’m tired, or just overwhelmed… Your warning makes this shit complicated, you’ve put us at the center of the coming end times. How the fuck can I be upset about shit that’ll heal, when hell marches forward?”

“Giving them a warning was more than they deserved…”

“It’s what you had to do though, honestly I thought it was over and they’d never see the outside of a cell again. Can’t help but assume that’s largely due to what you said.”

“Glad you’ve realized how much I sacrificed for you Mills!”

“Ugh… Shut up. Sneckdraw will catch us talking somehow if you keep it up.”

Kenneth looked pretty pleased with himself by the end of the conversation… God I give him anything close to a complament and he starts acting like a fucking kid with a new toy. I bet if he had other people to talk to he’d be gushing about what he pulled off…

By the time he disappeared I’d reached the tree. It was hard to grasp how huge it had gotten. Now it towered over everything and served as a remarkable landmark. I knew he was here by feeling alone. Really I don’t think I could ignore where he was given the poison he spews out. It was just a matter of nailing the exact position down, but that ended up being a solution he provided himself.

He jumped down from one of the highest branches falling at incredible speed before slowing towards a masterful stop. The metal hair like attachments of his mask swayed, and his eyes bleed red glowing light. It was dramatic, over the top, and yet the malice of it all remained. If he wasn’t so short maybe the impression would be worse, but that could just be an unexpected advantage of his… It’s not what you’d expect out of a ‘legend’ as Twig put it so I’m sure he’s encountered more than his fair share of assholes who didn't take him seriously…

He stared at me as the light from his eyes died out. It got awkward quick, too much time was passing, he was obviously waiting for me to make the first move, and had the patience to make sure the outcome went in his favor.

“I didn’t get to say this before but it’s been a while…”

“Do not bury what it is you truly wish to know with worthless greetings.”

Ugrhhh… His voice, how close he is, and the medicinal smell that just seems to cling to his skin… It’s just so goddamn off putting, how the hell didn’t I notice it before… Couldn’t help but be glad that he wanted to cut to the chase.

“Why didn’t they hear what I said about Lucy properly?”

“A deal was struck, now that the oath has been forged she can no longer be spoken of to those unaffiliated with her already… What is it that she gave you in return for the knife?”

“...A chance to fight you after everything went down…?”

I couldn’t fully grasp what he was thinking with the mask on, but if I had to guess It’d be ‘are you fucking serious.’... Again silence was left to take over… I sort of just fumbled out whatever came to mind to explain.

“My brain was pretty fucked after everything, and I thought, man… shit’s gonna keep getting worse if that conversation you two were having was real. I mean if things were going to be trying to take this place over, what if I fucked up trying to solve the problem myself? They’d have a way into the real world.. So I figured I’d need to get over my problems with you or else shit would be fucked…”

“And the only answer you were capable of producing was to fight me…?”

“You were kinda an asshole half of the times we met… I needed to work that shit out somehow.”

“....”

The glaring and disappointment from him hit me again, I wanted to jump out of my skin.

“I didn’t know I was talking to the fucking devil at the time so a little warning would have been nice!”

“Devil…? How did you reach that conclusion?”

“Ken said she was Lucifer, just not fully accurate to how the human story went. Though at the time I assumed he was fucking with me. It’s just become a little more confusing since Brandon’s bat reminded me of her, and that definitely felt holy. Then there’s the part of his warning about those lord things wanting to reach the ‘last divine’ and could that even be anyone else…?”

For a moment it was as if his posture shifted, he crossed his arms and his eyes closed.

“Sneck?”

He didn’t say or move… I didn’t want to fucking touch him to try and grab his attention so I just stood there…

“Sneckdraw?”

“Leave, I have far too much to consider..”

I thought he was joking for a second but he started jumping up the fucking tree. Jumping was maybe the wrong word, it was more like he was using his telekinesis to push off the ground and fly upwards… The point remained that I was left alone having only gotten a singular answer…

Until he yelled down.

“Return only after you have recovered.”

…I was both glad he was gone, and strangely unsatisfied by the whole encounter… I’d thought a lot of what Ken said was bullshit. I mean a lot of it probably was but maybe Sneckdraw got something from it that made this all make more sense… I had planned on this taking up a majority of time, but now I didn’t know what to do…

I sure as hell didn’t want to go back to my room yet given that Twig was still there, and doing any ‘construction’ seemed a little beyond me right now. So one way or another I ended up in the middle of the flower field, With my legs over one of the armrests of the throne, and lower back leaned against the other.. Again left to do not much else but look up and watch the tree slowly sway in the wind.

Leaves were falling from it every so often now, and when they hit the ‘ground’ they turned back into blood and seeped into the meat. It was a strange reminder of what it all really is under the surface. The whole process was both disgusting and strangely captivating.

Even if I’d expected worse, I really had nothing else to do but rest until my arms were back in working order… I guess I didn’t have much to do for a while but to take it easy.

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murasaki-rose · 4 months ago

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December was a hell of a month for Andy and I, so much so that it continued into January. It's a long story, but I'll give you the short version below the read more.

If you're not interested in reading all that, I'll give you this piece of advice: BACK YOUR FILES UP. Get an external hard drive or USB stick and back up your files.

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Medium: Prismacolor and Copic Sketch Markers, Faber Castelle Ink, and UniPosca paint pens. Clean up and some details done with PaintShop Pro Ultimate.

A lot of things were going on at the same time, leaving little time for us to breathe, but let's start with the biggest crisis: my computer. With my tower in need of an upgrade, over the last year, I've been assembling the parts for a new machine. I'd purchased the guts months ago and finally obtained the case and lovely RGB LED fans for my new fancy machine. After a few weeks of ADHD distraction, we finally assembled my machine and installed the OS. At this point, I started installing programs and testing things out before taking the final plunge to move my hard drive to the new machine. Now during this process, my machine started making an odd low whine that Andy and I thought was weird, but we were both so mentally exhausted that neither of us clocked it as concerning. This was a mistake.

After days of fiddling, I was ready to move my hard drive! Remove drive from old machine, stick into new one, plug in, turn on machine. A process we've both done countless times before.

Machine doesn't register drive. Restart. Machine doesn't register drive. Check connections. Everything's fine. Machine still doesn't register drive. Maybe cable is bad? Plug fans back in, turn machine on. SNAP! Fans go dark. Okay, definitely problem with power supply cable.

Fine. Put drive back in old machine. Machine doesn't register drive. Oh fuck.

No. No. Nonononono. This is my drive that has EVERYTHING. Art, music, writing, photos. Everything.

Andy gets a drive reader. Drive can't be read. I'm having a breakdown in the other room. Yay.

Andy takes it to a specialist. Literally the only guys in town that deal with this level of problem. Good news! Drive's board is likely fried, but a simple fix IF that's the only part that's damaged. Bad news: my hard drive has to go to Ohio. I live in Missouri. Yay.

(These guys do forensic data recovery, as well as personal and commercial. So honestly one of the best places my drive could possibly have gone.)

While my drive is off on its adventure, I set about replacing my power supply and the 4 fans (w/light controller) that were cooked. Everything we removed, including my hard drive, smelled of burnt electronics. Yay, fire hazard.

Drive actually gets there pretty quick. Takes them about a week to get back to us. Good news! There appears to be recoverable data! Bad news: The board and the read arm mechanism are fried. They'll have to take my drive apart in a clean room to recover the data. Why is this bad news? The price tag. Which we don't have to pay if the data they recover isn't to our liking. A few days later, we're given a file tree of everything they can recover.

Holyshititsallstillthere.

( ﾉﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ 💽＼(ﾟｰﾟ＼)

We sign off on it, and $3,400 later, they mail us two copies of my files. This whole situation was bad, but could have been so much worse. That damn power supply could have set my machine on fire. It was brand-new and from a highly rated brand, just unfortunately factory defective.

TLDR: A defective power supply fried my hard drive and 4 rgb case fans. It cost almost $4,000 for the drive recovery and replacement parts.

(っ °Д °;)っ

The biggest and longest "event" has been getting Andy's parents taken care of. They've been dealing with health issues, and he's been running himself ragged, getting them the help they need so they can stay at their home. Additionally, he's been worried about someone trying to trick his dad into signing over finances or property. Cue months of paperwork, phone calls, and in-person meetings to get everything sorted out.

In short, Andy now has power of attorney for the bulk his parents' finances and medical care. Now he can deal directly with contractors and companies to get his parents home and health cared for.

o(￣▽￣)ｄ

Now my parents are in fairly good health, but of course in the midst of all this, multiple medical procedures all lined up in such a way that I was the only person available to sit at the hospital each time. Why are hospital waiting rooms designed to blow air on you no matter where you sit?

≡(▔﹏▔)≡

And as a final kick in the ass, halfway through January I caught the flu. (I haven't been sick like this since school. ) I got so sick, I was out from work for an entire week. Matter of fact, I'm still coughing up crud.

They tested me for Covid, Influenza A & B, RSV, and strep. Whatever I had, it wasn't any of those. And of course, since I was steadily improving and no longer had a fever, I just had to continue to recover on my own. AND because they finally got me in a doctor's office, I've now got a host of pending appointments for standard health check ups that I kept forgetting to schedule. Wheeeeeee.

(ㆆ_ㆆ)

And now Andy's getting sick, probably with what I had. Just in time for our birthdays.

o(〒﹏〒)o

#my art #my sona #murasaki rose #traditional art #copic markers #these last few months have been a non-stop test of our endurance I swear #artist sona

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fromdevcom · 4 months ago

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Data recovery software is an application used to recover lost files from a storage medium. It is normal to accidentally delete files or lose them due to a virus attack, hard drive failure, or any other reason. Data recovery software can automatically scan the storage medium and recover the lost files. As you upgrade to Big Sur from Mac, it is essential to learn how to recover your files if you lose them. There is numerous data recovery software available. However, not all are good enough so here is a list of the top five free data recovery software to help Mac users make the best decision. Stella Data Recovery Stella Data recovery is regarded by many as the best data recovery tool in the market. The software is compatible with both internal and external storage, cameras, and even physical media. Stella Data Recovery software can recover lost data from encrypted drives, create a system startup disc, and even clone the entire disc. Apart from Mac, Stella Data Recovery can also be used to recover content for Windows 10. The free version of Stella Recovery Software can recover up to 1 GB of deleted images, videos, and files. Stella Data Recovery software supports exFAT, NTFS, and FAT. For additional features and unlimited data recovery capacity, you can choose to go for a premium version pricing at $80 or professional version pricing at $200. Even though this might not be the cheapest data recovery software in the market, it offers you the best shot of recovering your lost data. Data loss or, be it data theft, can be disastrous. As a Mac owner, you need to know well how to upgrade to Big Sur to optimize device security. Switching to Big Sur should not be the only target for you because the security measures are also equally important. EaseUS Data Recovery Wizard Another top software recovery tool is EaseUS Data Recovery Wizard. The software is compatible with most devices, including macOS, Mojave, Catalina, and Mac OS X. It comes in three versions Free, Technician, and Pro versions, all of which you can use to recover your data successfully. Its users will attest that the software works perfectly well with all types of Mac devices, including SD cards, pen drives, USB flash drives, SSHDs, SSDS, HDDs, and many more. The free edition allows up to 2 GB of data, while the Pro version allows for unlimited data recovery. Data Rescue 5 Data Rescue 5 recovery software has two plans and a free demo, which only scans your computer to find discoverable files but does not recover any lost file. First is the standard plan designed for single computer usage, with the plan costing $99. The professional plan can be used by an unlimited number of computers and cost a one-term yearly payment of $299. The software has a well-designed interface that makes it easy for users to follow the guidelines needed to recover data. One of its most outstanding features is excluding duplicate files by recovery only the lost data that does not exist in your device. Data Rescue 5 installation size is only 15.7 MB so it does not eat much space. Furthermore, its ability to exclude existing files makes it one of the fastest data recovery software in the market. Ontrack EasyRecovery The data recovery software is one of the most effective non-destructive data rescue software. It is technically advanced and is capable of recovering lost documents, formatted as well as inaccessible RAW files on Windows XP/Vista/2003/2008/7/8/10. Compared to other recovery software in the list, Ontrack EasyRecovery is used more for professional purposes. The comprehensive software is incredibly fast and can be used to recover large volumes of data. The data recovery software is compatible with both Windows and macOS. One of the best features about it is that you can start or stop data recovery whenever you feel like it. The free trial version can recover up to 1GB, while the home version, which goes for $79, offers unlimited data recovery and additional core features. For advanced features

like disc cloning or raw recovery, a professional edition that goes for $109 is a good option. Cleverfiles Disk Drill With the ability to protect files, Cleverfiles Disk Drill can protect files. It can effectively act as a secondary recycle bin in your system. When you permanently delete files, the software will help you recover them back without the need to store data in it entirely. Apart from the data recovery function, Disk Drill enables users to analyze disk space to clean the hard drive with its Cleanup feature. Without disregarding its ability to recover your data, Cleverfiles Disk Drill works more like a Mac disk management tool as it can perform disk cleanup, locate duplicate files, and backup data. Conclusion If you are a Mac user and looking to recover lost data, you have no reason to worry. One of the software mentioned above will work along the way to ensure you recover all your lost data. All you need to do is download any of the above software, install it on your device, and start the recovery process.

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