#Retina Scan

[agent4justice]

Modern Fraud Reaches New Alarming Record

Scammers sophistication technique have reached a new apex, making Banking Fraud just like a walk in the park to this crime syndicates with richer background helter-skelters depositors and has been keeping most retirees that reinvested most of their retirement plan sleepless after words of the threat that swept the streets does not seem to have not weakened at all.

Masses are appealing for a more stringent countermeasure to be in place as soon as possible, such are adding more authentication request. Although retina scanner can slow down the process with the amount or rather the size of the data, but it also gives us an opportunity of having time to lockout perpetrators. The size of the data makes it at least 70% better than an iris scan and many more folds multiplied compared to a fingerprint.

Several years ago, I foresaw that the mCommerce (mobile commerce) would be ruled out as the mainstay of electronic processing for the sole reason that it is the most affordable business appliance that can serve the majority, representing the poor to medium class and the trending plot of global economic structure just like a triangle.

Having mCommerce | Mobile Technology as our economic transport offers the possibility of catering and adding the biggest chunk of our global population to pitch in the global trade for us to achieve having reserves and surplus will be more conceivable.

To make it a little impenetrable and globally under tighter scrutiny, I proposed that we adopt the universal identification system. We will integrate every other form of identity attached to it using our mobile number as the key index that will permanently our lifetime phone number. In the event of loss, the telco will make a SIM based on a secret code given to the subscriber upon the receipt of your subscription and issuance, which will be honored and will be service by other Telcos if subscriber opt to change carrier. The number coding of telcos should also compliment tracking effort, narrowed down within the radius and range of a few kilometers apart where the last signal was received or transmitted. The succeeding successful connection recorded by cell sites would enable us to speculate the linear direction as it trends.

We will enable the mobile technology to be a conduit of payment gateways or as a payment gateway itself. Our objective is to open the global trade and cover a larger scope and as far-reaching it could service most specially the marginalized poor a chance to lift their social status getting connected and finally be able to join our bandwagon to the brighter future. The fact can't be denied that they have been left without an adequate means to tap the convenience and business opportunity through eCommerce. Through the mobile payment gateway, even in the absence of a banking system in their region, they can now fulfill the checkout process by loading or charging it from your telco which is even less intricate than having a debit card or as to many known financial credibility.

#mobilepaymentgateway #mobiletechnology #mCommerce #onlinefraud #RetinaScan #FraudAlert

[jehanclinic]

At Jehan Eye Clinic, Dr. Kareeshma Wadia, a leading cornea specialist in Mumbai, performs Optical Coherence Tomography (OCT Scan), it is a non-invasive scan done as a diagnostic procedure in the clinic, which uses light rays to take cross sectional pictures of the different structures of the eye. At Jehan Eye Clinic, we have the Huvitz OCT which can give us cross sectional scans as well as 3D images of the Retina, the Optic Nerve (which is affected in Glaucoma) and the Cornea. She has successfully treated hundreds of patients.

[miketroplex]

Ludwig Klein

It was once again time for a yearly visit from one of Ludwig's favorite long-running projects. Usually he spent the time leading up to appointments back in his research lab and waited for someone to press the call button the front desk, but this was a rare time he decided to actually use the desk. He was considering the logistics of hiring a secretary instead of doing everything himself when the whzz of the automatic entry door opening caught his attention. “Yeager, my boy, good to see you. How are you zhis afternoon?” He stood and approached Yag, arm reaching out for a handshake.

@sparepcrts

[devilsrains]

american psycho (1991) by bret easton ellis — brazilian edition

front & back cover by retina 78

[spockvarietyhour]

True Lies (1994)

[alduinzucchini]

mr beast video idea he puts five orphans in animatronic suits and has markiplier play five nights at freddy's for real

[chowtrolls]

first and foremost my damn eyes hurt from the eye exam. the eye doctor was very very thorough and it hurt. second, i’m buying fucking heart shaped sunglasses and theres not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me

[theheadlessgroom]

"It went great," Randall smiled warmly, as he removed the last of the boxes and tucked them under the bed, before he moved to turn the sheets down and fluff up her pillow for her, wanting to make sure she was as comfortable as possible.

"I...I think they're well on their way to being open to the idea of you joining the family," he continued, his smile not fading as he said this: Maybe he was putting all of his eggs into one basket, but given the way the Paces spoke with her all throughout the night, getting to know the truth, better understanding her, to say nothing of how they happily shared their most favorite family stories with her, how they fretted over making sure she stayed fed, and was shielded from the sun...it spoke volumes to him about how they felt about her, and how much they came to care for her.

"I...I don't think we'll have anything to worry about," he asserted gently, as he turned back to face Emily, to wrap an arm around her and kiss her again, to better put her mind at ease before she got some rest-maybe they'd talk about the future with his folks tonight before she left, maybe they wouldn't. But whenever they did, he had a good feeling the conversation would go well, and that his parents would welcome her into the family with open arms.

"That's not...hopelessly naive of me to think...is it?"

[aurosoul]

I had a dream that I got my Magic Leap headset and then took it to a forest to create magical crystals and rainbows in the streams there and then I took it to the beach to decorate the sand with glowing shells and stars!!!!!!! and then woke up to realize I’ll soon be able to do these things FOR REAL!!!!!!!

[ghostlygravekeeper]

https://apnews.com/article/worldcoin-cryptocurrency-sam-altman-data-privacy-9dc6a68590435b2f10fedaa0db58331b

Tf is this

[thomdoesthings]

Got my eyes tested and apparently I need a weaker prescription. I'm less short sighted. Which is a thing that can happen apparently

[cohendyke]

psa beloved mutuals you have to get your eyes checked more than once every three years otherwise your prescription will change drastically and you will get a tummyache AND a headache :((

[pepsimaxxing]

Anyone on here have CRVO due to high blood pressure? I just need to talk to someone I’m so scared rn

[mothman-is-my-girlfriend]

mmm I love it when the scar tissue on my retina starts acting funny

sometimes it’s noticeable but it usually isn’t bed I’ve just learned to filter it out

[retinahospital123]

Fundus Fluorescein Angiography are tests that use special cameras to photograph the structures in the back of the eye. These tests are very useful for locating the damage to the blood vessels that nourish the retina (light sensitive tissue) and in turn, checking on the health of the retina itself.

know more : Ultrasonography (B-Scan) - Retina Speciality Hospital

[captainfern]

inspired by this post and honestly it’s just gaz getting home from the gym all sweaty and worked up and absolutely railing you

18+, fem!reader

gaz’d sent you that photo and you’d gone absolutely insane. the way his tight shirt stretched over his chest and around his biceps, and the way his shorts showed off his muscular thighs and the smooth expanse of his strong legs.

the cheeky bastard knew what he was doing. he knew the photos he sent you, skin shining with sweat and compression shirt taut over the mounds of his chest, got you all heated. probably had you sliding your fingers into your underwear as you sat on the couch, whimpering his name while you drew circles across your pretty clit.

and when he sent you that photo, you had done exactly that— although, you were splayed out on your shared bed, fresh out of the shower. skin still dewy, you held your phone in one hand whilst the other worked itself into your pyjama shorts, sliding over your mound and down into the heat between your legs.

god, he looked so good. he always did. the way the shirt hugged his waist and pectorals, the way his shorts bunched up and his thigh muscles contracted as he bent his knees. you whined out at the continuous stream of thoughts, rubbing your fingers through your soaked folds.

you moaned his name, letting your phone drop away, your imagination good enough now. the image was burnt into your mind, etched against your retina. something you’ll think about for a long time.

two fingers pushed into the tight, wet heat of your cunt, and you gasped out his name again. a sweet, quiet gaz as you hooked and curled your fingers inside you, rutting them in and out, the heel of your hand rubbing against your puffy clit. with gaz’s name on your lips and the image of him swimming in your head, you came around your own fingers, wishing they were his cock.

gaz got home half an hour later, skin slick with sweat and compression shirt darker in colour around his pits, neck and back. he dumped his gym bag by the door and traipsed through the house, finding you sprawled out on top of your bed’s covers. you were in your pyjamas— thinning shorts and one of his shirts— yet he still found himself chubbing up beneath his shorts at the very sight of you.

you put your phone to the side and smiled at your boyfriend illuminated in the doorway.

“hi, darling,” gaz greeted sweetly, panting slightly. slowly, he untied the drawstring of his shorts and let them drop to his ankles, before kicking them away. “kept yourself busy while i’ve been gone?”

“i have, yeah. had a shower, watched some of my show,” you drawled, something sparking in the base of your tummy as gaz hooked his fingers beneath the edge of his shirt. he pulled it over his head, tossing that aside too.

his abdomen gleamed with sweat, cut abs casting shadows in the low light. a couple of beads of sweat rolled down his chest, and between the valley of his pectorals. you watched it, suddenly forgetful of what else you got up to while he was gone for the evening.

“is that right?” gaz mused, taking a couple of wide steps towards the bed. at the end, he reached forward and enclosed his hands around your ankles, rubbing the skin soothingly. he shifted his hands up your calves next, massaging the soft flesh there.

“mhm…” you hummed, body heating up. you locked eyes with your boyfriend, and you suddenly felt overwhelming hot, heart beating quickly beneath your sternum.

gaz’s eyes, all deep chocolate and rich molasses, broke from yours and trailed down the expanse of your body. each dip and curve, his pupils scanned you, slowly expanding in the low light of the bedroom. then, he let out a groan and let go of your legs, stepping back to pull his briefs down.

“you look so beautiful, baby. so bloody sweet,” he commented suddenly, one of his hands shooting down to grasp his thick cock, which bobbed up towards his abdomen, a dribble of precum rolling down the length.

you whimpered, almost embarrassed. you let a small “gaz…” slip from your lips, before he was crawling onto the bed and spreading your thighs.

usually, he’d eat you out first. it was almost routine at this point in your relationship. an amazing routine, you may add. he loved nothing more than to settle himself between your thighs and lap at the warmth of your pussy, nose pressed into you and tongue sliding against you. he’d ensure you come twice before easing the length of his cock into you.

but this time, you knew he wasn’t in the mood to wait any longer than he had too. not with the way his body heaved, breathing jagged as he ripped your fraying pyjama shorts away from you, revealing your soaked cunt to him.

he screwed his eyes shut and moaned, spreading your legs impossibly wider. he opened his eyes after a short, calculating moment, watching as slick pooled out of your clenching hole, down the curve of your arse.

“oh fuck, baby, just look at her,” he cooed, one of his hands kneading your thigh while the other pressed the pad of his thumb against your wet hole. you shivered, arching your back, but he didn’t push it in any further. he continued, “prettiest pussy. such a pretty pussy, an’ all for me.”

gaz pulled his hand away and immediately slotted himself above you, bringing his face to yours so that he could kiss you. the kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated as gaz panted into your mouth, but you licked against his tongue and kept up with the desperate movements of his lips.

you could smell him, too. sweat and musk and his cologne. maybe it was the bottom note of the good ol’ male pheromones, but your clit throbbed in tandem with your heartbeat. you whimpered into his mouth, and he pulled away, sucking a quick kiss to the curve of your jaw.

now, he ground his hard cock against your slit, rubbing up and down and knocking against your throbbing clit. you moaned, tipping your head back while gaz held your hips, holding you nice and still as he humped himself against you.

“‘m gonna give you my cock, darling,” gaz groaned, finally pulling his wet cock away from your heat, before notching the flared head at your entrance. with a gentle cant of his hips, he pushed the head inside, forcing a moan out of your lungs and your arms scrambled to grip onto his sweaty back.

“thaaaat’s it, that’s a good stretch,” gaz uttered, pushing his cock in further without giving you much room to adjust. he just kept going, smoothly feeding his cock into the tight clutch of your cunt inch by inch.

half-way inside you, he darted a hand between you to press against your clit, rubbing tight but gentle circles against it. you mewled, one hand of your own travelling down his dewy chest, feeling the warmth of his pectorals and the beating of his own heart beneath his skin.

he grunted. “taking me so well, baby. doing such a good job for me. my good girl— my best girl.” he then bottomed out with one last quick thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside you.

usually, he’d wait for you to adjust. this time round, he quickly searched your face for any signs of discomfort, before he was pulling out and thrusting all the way back in, both of his hands either side of your head now. he pressed his sweaty body against you, and started to move.

“gaz—!” you moaned, no doubt scratching lines down his back as you scrambled for purchase, his cock sending shocks to the base of your tummy, your thighs quivering around his hips. your tits bounced beneath your (his) shirt as you arched further against him, pressing your chest right up to his.

gaz’s pace was relentless— fucking into you hard and fast, cockhead slamming against the plug of your womb, drawing sounds from the cavern of your emptying lungs. you drew out shuddered breaths and long moans, the strokes of his cock deep and long-hitting. you’d feel it in the morning, definitely.

your cunt clenched around him, wet and warm and tight, sucking him in. the sounds were obscene, loud with the creaking of your bed. wet fap-fap-fap’s as gaz’s hips smacked into yours and his cock drove into your wet pussy again and again.

“you looked so good,” you told him, tone whiny as your brain began to mist over, orgasm slowly tightening inside your belly. “that photo— s’just so hot. touched myself to it.”

gaz smiled, pressing down briefly to kiss you. pulling away, he was still smiling. “aw, s’that right? got you all worked up, did i?”

you didn’t have to answer. you probably couldn’t anyway. you tried to nod, a pathetic little moan pushing out from between your parted lips, but that was it. gaz’s pace knocked you about, rendering you speechless as he hit your g-spot. hard and deep and rough.

gaz continued to pant above you, grunting and groaning with each movement of his body. if he was sore after the gym, he wasn’t showing it, as his hips maintained a brutal pace, cock still splitting your pussy open around it.

“my pretty fuckin’ girl. all mine, too,” gaz grunted, balls slapping against the curve of your arse, coarse pubic hair brushing against the top of your clit with each thrust. you mewled in response, and he cooed at you. “i know, baby. doing so well. you wanna come?”

you nodded frantically, hands smoothing up and down the slick expanse of his back. your thighs squeezed around him just as your cunt squeezed around his cock, orgasm brewing.

god, he was so hot. and he was all yours.

“gaz, gaz fuck—” you moaned, body buzzing with pleasure. the tight spot in your tummy grew and grew, your body heating up, until each purposeful slam of his cock had brought you right to the edge of release.

“gaz,” you whimpered finally.

gaz kissed you gently and, with his lips still brush in against yours, he whispered, “come for me.”

you did— cunt tightening up around his cock as the band in your belly snapped, your climax rocketing through you. you moaned, loud and pornographic, a whine of his name, as you came around his cock. your legs shook, back arched as slick dribbled out of you as his cock continued to rut in and out, undeterred.

“oh, that’s it, that’s it, sweetheart. good girl,” gaz praised you the entire you came, pace unchanging. “good girl. come all over my cock, that’s it.”

his pace was still driven by something insatiable, sparking bright behind his dark eyes like a match. he grunted, panted like something else entirely, body sweaty and warm and everything good about the aftermath of an intense workout. he’d feel this in his muscles tomorrow morning, but for now, he wasn’t worried.

instead, he was focussed on his climax. it built and built and built until he could feel the lower part of his stomach twitching and his balls drawing tight, cock jerking inside your tight cunt. he groaned, burying his face into the crook of his neck and practically humping you as he hurtled towards his release.

“fuuuuck, pretty baby, fuck—” then he moaned your name and came inside you, flooding your insides with warmth. you could almost feel it inside you while you also felt his thick cock slowly softening inside you.

“that’s a good girl…” he muttered against you, cock remaining nestled deep inside your tight cunt, warm and comfortable. just like he was, laying on top of you.

“is this my aftercare?” you joked, rubbing his back and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. you could taste the salt on your lips now.

gaz grunted, then angled his head to press a nice kiss to your cheek, nuzzling you. “oh, no. i’m not done with you yet, darling.”