#data storage without devices

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[you-have-made-a-fatal-error]

need to shell out for a new laptop before the end of the year - for a lot of reasons but mainly bc support ending for win8.1 makes fixing the current beast rather pointless :/ (and. admittedly. there is a lot to fix. she's old and she has suffered.)

but my current beastie is from the last gen of laptops with a disc drive and the thought of using an external/usb disc drive is enough to make me cry tears of blood

[crazy-hazy-sims]

Hey everyone it seems there a malicious individual trying to hack the sims cc community again and fill it with malware you need to stay vigilant as a creator and a downloader so

i have some tips for both to stay safe while downloading:

1- sims cc file extension is always .Package never download anything that is .exe

2- do not auto unpack zip files and rar files into your mods folder directly, open each zip or rar individually check the file extensions and drag them to your mods folder one by one

3- the only mods that have a .ts4script extension are ones that affect gameplay or how the game works, understand that if you are downloading cas or bb items you shouldn't have a .ts4script file

4- if you are downloading gameplay mods that do have .ts4script make sure that A) the creator hasn't announced on their pages that its infected B) you are downloading from a link provided by the creator of the mods themselves not something off of google or a link you got sent and make sure dates of upload match dated of announcements

5- if the mod or cc creator has retired and hasn't posted for a while LOOK AT THE DATES OF THE UPLOAD if it has been "updated recently" after the creator has left the community its most likely re-uploaded by a hacker and infected

6- download mod gaurd by Twisted mexi and keep it updated and keep your windows defender or malware detector Program up to date and always running do not disable it

7- make sure everything you download comes from a direct link from the cc creator, in this day and age do not trust link shortners, adfly, linkverse, etc get the universal bypass extension and ublock extension to stay safe but genuinely NEVER CLICK ON THOSE no matter how much the creator reassures you its safe it. is. NOT.

8- this is more of a general saftey precaution but, create a system restore point weekly before you run the game with new mods that way if anything happens you could have a chance to restore your windows to an earlier date before you downloaded anything.

9- BACK UP YOUR SHIT im serious right now either weekly or monthly put your files somewhere safe like a usb a storage card a hard drive even an online cloud if you dont have any of the previous.

10- files you should back up are your media from games and media everything else, any mods, games saves, work files, passwords, saved bookmarks, any documents txt files word files pdfs, links you saved, brushes or actions for Photoshop if you have any, any digital bills or certificates if you have any, and keep a physical list of all programs you have installed and where you installed them from

11- turn on any 2 factor authentication and security measures for any account you have

12- google and firefox have the option to check your paswords and emails against any data leaks USE THIS FEATURE and change any leaked passwords

13- regularly check your logged in sessions to make sure all the logged in devices or computers are yours and log out any that aren't and any old devices or unused sessions do this for every website and app you have an account on if available

14- change your passwords often. I know this is a hassle i know its hard to come up with new passwords but changing your passwords every few months will help you against anything mention previously that wasn't detected.

15- and as a cc creator check your cc and the accounts you host cc on and its uplaod and update dates make sure nothing has been changed without your permission :(

16- generally try not to get swept up in the "i must get it" fever you do not need to "shop" for mods weekly or monthly you do not need to download everything by that one creator you do not need to download new cc everytime you want to make a sim, im guilty of this so i know how hard it is to resist but take a breath and think "do i want this or do i need it" before downloading.

These are prevention methods i cant claim they are 100% will prevent any hacking but its better to be safe than sorry and these do keep you safe so

Brought to you by someone who has had their laptop ruined and data leaked from downloading cc once upon a time

[astrstqr]

RAN—DOM ͏ ͏͏ ͏THINGS ͏ ͏ ⭒ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏TO SCRIPT ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏! 3

✶ can run in heels

✶ know how to twerk

✶ know how to drive

✶ know how to count money

✶ know the meaning of all words

✶ able to measure and time things correctly without using anthing

✶ know exactly how to impress someone in a conversation and never embrass myself

✶ can come up with amazing plans/ideas even under pressure

✶ rarely gets sick

✶ can cry on command

✶ can hold my breathe for over 10 mins

✶ can do a flip without using my hands

✶ can mimic anyones voice/great at impressions

✶ know how to do everything in korean culture respectfully and understand it perfectly

✶ my death stare is go good that people get actual chills and goosebumps when they stare at me for too long

✶ my attitude and energy remind people of luxury

✶ everyone understands my sense of humor and i understands theirs

✶ no one finds me annoying

✶ when someone is reminded of their memories with me, they are filled with joyful moments

✶ i have good memory

✶ i work well under pressure

✶ i’m good at reading people’s emotion

✶ im good at making conversation

✶ i remember peoples names

✶ i have the confidence to do whatever i want , whatever i want

✶ im great at comforting people, no matter how well i know them i will always be a great comfort to anyone when they need it the most.

͏✶ my perfume lasts all day

͏✶ i curse very well. like it never sounds or feels excessive or too little

͏✶ don't get bloated

͏✶ doing my hair doesnt take so long to do

✶ any color looks good on me

͏✶ have a good posture

͏✶ have a fast metabolism

͏✶ extremely photo and video genic evenn when caught off guard

͏✶ people often put me in thier dr face claim video

͏✶ my name is extraordinary that it was never heard of before & archaeologists find my name in a old book with a dead language

͏✶ know how to make sims and build on the sims 4

✶ have a royale card (same as a black card but there is no pre-set spending limit) and unlimited money, but when people look up my networth it says 912M

✶ always have my phone with me

͏✶ butterflies like to lay/land on my nose and fingers

͏✶ know how to play faze 10, uno, and monopoly

͏✶ know how to do tiktoks

✶ know how to add mods to my games

✶ have every PC’S and albums of every group i stan

✶ my creadit score is 985 and it doesnt get effected

͏✶ never get tired of eating a certain food.

͏✶ can immediately tell when food has gone bad.

͏✶ my phone doesnt die during important moments

✶ i have unlimited storage and data

✶ my phone never get hot

✶ my phone never cracks or break

͏✶ my phone can zoom in really far

✶ my phone never gets hacked and private information dosent leak

✶ the camera quality is 4k on all devices

͏✶ i always have wifi and signal no matter where im at

͏✶ i never lose my phone, laptop, ipad etc. etc.

✶ all my devices are water proof

͏✶ everything that is premium , cost money etc. is free to me

͏✶ none of my accounts can get banned or suspended

[shmowder]

Their concept of immortality is built upon the belief that you are not you, but your memories. Every person is not their body, is not their mind, is not even their DNA.

What you are, is a collection of memories, of life experiences, of ideas, beliefs, and observations.

You are, especially, other people's memories of you. That's the stuff your soul is made out of.

You know the saying, even if someone dies, at least they'll always live on in your memories. The Kains took that literally

Imagine with me that we took all of these things about you, and suspended them in air.

In modern terms: copied them on a hard disk and stored them for safe keeping. Then when you eventually drop dead, we simply take that hard disk and slot it into an appropriate device—a biological human body. Just like a virus, you'll begin taking over that person and overwriting their being.

"The Focus" is the storage place. The hard disk itself. It's called that because you *focus* memories inside of it. The Polyhedron and Crucible are just oversized SD cards.

You focus on your own memories of who you are, your own experiences, and they etch themselves into the wall. Likewise, other people can focus on their memories of you to help shape the stored version of you better. Since we're all different people depending on who's perceiving us, we need many perspectives; you're a different you with your mother than you are with your dog, etc.

And just like Yulia said, the Focus is not a physical place you can go to, at least the inside of it. It's just math, at its core, through and through. Much like a hard disk is just code, mere numbers and commands. You can save enough books in it to fill a building, but you could never reach in there physically and pull a book, nor replace a mass of books with an equal mass of a human. Which is why no one could enter Simon's Focus without Simon's explicit invitation.

But can any random human body do?

No. It heavily depends on the type of memories you stored, and the way in which you stored them. Much like your phone is unable to read a floppy disk.

Georgiy Kain is the father of this method, the architect of this ideology.

A doctrine in which he describes a soul not as a phantom manifestation of the person, but more akin to music. Each soul is a melody. Some are a piano solo, others are a whole orchestra. The more complex and deceivingly subtle the melody is—the more life experiences and memories—the harder it will be to replicate and play.

Because they have no feasible way to access the music sheets of the melody that is your soul, they can only hope to reverse engineer it through repeated listening, studies, and educated guesses.

Orchestras require various specific musical instruments to work. To replicate a person's soul—which we have established is their memories—successfully, you'll need an appropriate instrument of a physical body.

So no, not just any human body would do. Much like a Clair de Lune is horrendous on a ukulele.

The Focus places don't just suspend the memories—the soul—in time, but play them as well. At all times. That melody must be actively played. The orchestra requirements of a specific instruments extends to the Focus as well, not just the hosting human body. The SD card must have its own RAM, CPU, cooling, and Motherboard. While a Graphics card hasn't been implemented in a Focus yet.

Artemy talking to a visible Isidor in P2 is actually just the abattoir acting as an accidental Focus with an implemented GPU; meaning the kin succeed in building what the Stamatins failed, In this essay I WILL

Ignore that forget it back to topic :)

Which is why not just any place can be a Focus. Why Simon was "outgrowing" the crucible's focus and needed to be moved to the Polyhedron urgently; his memory was fading from the people.

Much like an overloaded SD card begins corrupting the data inside. This detail enables the Kains to talk to their "dead" relatives whose souls are in purgatory.

What's clear is that they need mortal minds with great intellect and will in order to "move" these said souls around. Tenacious humans to act as the adapter cable that allows you to transfer files from one hard disk to another.

In some instances, the process could spell the death of the human. The magentitude of the soul seems correlated with the years the soul has seen, the amount of memories it accumulated. So while moving the a soul older than two centuries is lethal.

Dealing with the 50ish years old soul seems fully survivable.

Well... except for the receiving end. Nina's soul (focus of memories) is being incubated inside Maria's physical mind (body?) temporarily. Akin to a non-running executable, a compressed pile of files. For it's Victor who is meant to be ereased and die in order for Nina's memories to elbow his own soul out of his body.

Their immortality is not physical; your body will decay inevitably, it is a continuous emulation of memories and past experiences. A ship of Theseus immortality.

To grasp the very basic essence of this form of immortality, think of it this way:

There is a far away kingdom where apples are forbidden by issue of the king and queen. Maybe the prince is deathly allergic to it, maybe it's a religion thing, or maybe they just really really dislike apple pies.

But the people really love apples, in fact they believe life isn't worth living without apples.

So they pool their money and hire a bunch of scientists to find a solution around the issue. The scientists can't bring apples into the kingdom, so they look at another round fruit instead, oranges.

They take an orange, selectively breed it and chemically treat it until it tastes just like an apple!

But the people aren't satisfied, sure it tastes like an apple but it doesn't smell like an apple. It doesn't look like an apple, and its texture is not that of an apple.

So the scientists go back to the lab, they try again, with a pear this time around.

They selectively breed it into a round apple-like shape, they inject apple flavouring into it, and they dye its skin the most shiny red.

In fact, it looks so much like an apple post-treatment, that their test groups could never differentiate between it and the real thing. The people are rejoiced! Their apples are back!

And the king and queen can't find a fault in this loophole, and these new apples don't trigger the allergy reaction in their son, so they allow it!

An apple, is whatever other people's memories of an apple is.

This pear acts, looks, tastes, and smells exactly like how other people expect an apple to, then It might as well be an apple.

If a person walks, talks, behaves, and looks exactly like how other people expect Simon to, then it might as well be Simon Kain.

And that's how you fool death and achieve Immortality

You make a copy of yourself which will live, a version of you suspended in time that you'll update every single day by going into your own Focus. And when the time comes, you take a pear, and alter it into an apple. But it must be a pear, the closest relative to apples, otherwise you'll get an orange, that while tastes like an apple, makes the nastiest texture in apple pies.

At the end of the day, it's a matter of perspective.

You can go full purist and claim the ship isn't the original one the second you replaced a single loose screw.... and while true in the literal sense, it's redundant and pointless to point it out. There is nothing to revert back into; the original ship doesn't exist anymore. It wasn't murdered or destroyed, it just vanished! Ceased to exist the second a part of it changed, no matter how small. Better to have the next best thing than pool the money for a new ship registery and sailing permit.

Because being the "original" version of anything is a concept. No man steps into the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.

Your cells die and get replaced all day, are you not the same you? How about every seven years, the maximum time frame it takes for your whole body cells to fully die and get replaced. Should you get a new ID and enroll back into elementary school?

No, you'd say, because you already know all the information. You remember elementary school and everything you were taught in there!

Well... this new "Simon" remembers being Simon and everything Simon went through. Simon is dead, just like the previous you who has died, except your corpse was tactically scattered around into dust particles and slowly replaced by its murderer one by one throughout the years until nothing of your original body remained.

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Now there are a lot of loose ends left unaddressed, but it's better to have questions you can't answer than answers you can't questions, and maybe an answer will rear its head eventually.

If Georgiy, the inventor of this method, is merely 77 years old how could Simon possibly be 200?

I'm working under the assumption no Focus has ever existed before Georgiy Kain orchestrated the whole ordeal, and yet Victor mentions the names of presumably distance relatives wondering if they should pull them out of the Focus instead.

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Why Maria can talk to Nina and Simon through sleep, why Victor can hear Nina at all times, why Georgiy can consult Simon.

I'm not sure why their abilities to contact the souls encased in the Focus varies in conditions—why can Nina speak through Victor to the Changeling very early on while Dankovsky could only communicate with her during late game? And why does Maria have to sleep or journal to talk to her rather than speak through Victor as a medium?

It could have something to do with who's the biggest contributor to the memory of the person; Victor knew Nina longer and better than Maira, Georgiy knew Simon longer and better than both of them.

As to why Simon was immune to all diseases and sickness?

I think it's correlated to how your very own immune system has its own memory; if it learns how to defend against a sickness once, it will always be able to overcome it. It saves the instructions in its own database and makes copies of the white blood cells that previously worked the last time the sickness came knocking on its door. So by virtue of having a varied immune system database, Simon seems immune to all colds and sick throats.

Simon isn't actually immortal, he just appears immortal... but then, what difference does it make?

[sapphicrot]

What do you think about Iterator puppets that have been altered from their original purpose or that have sort of.. add ons? 

A puppet can break. Period. That is a fact. But the rest of the Iterator would still need a consciousness focus point (?) or whatever granular place the puppet occupies within the Iterator, it doesn’t really matter. I have to imagine that the ancients didn’t just keep a room full of spare puppets sitting around within the can; so what’s a robot to do?

Well, I think they’d mash neutral terminus engines and processing cells and whatever else they could get onto the preexisting (broken) puppet. 

(By “they” I mean the iterators, not the ancients, as this would only become an issue when time has degraded the iterators enough for it to be a factor)

So then what do you have? An amalgam of a puppet, it could be as minor as a broken arm replaced with an extra processing device or weird tentacle thing or as major as a completely broken puppet that is just kept going by mechanical cystic growths holding their body together…

Why could a puppet not be altered/alter itself if its purpose was shifted after construction? Puppets were highly sacred to the ancients and each one was unique… hence if an iterator was reassigned from say… biological research to karmic eddy surveying. What then? One obviously requires different equipment from the other; and I’d like to think that carries over to the puppets too. 

This is completely headcanon stuff here, but I like to think that puppets are more variable than we really see in game; with extra ports or connections or limbs as befits their secondary purpose. (Besides the great problem of course!) 

So then what happens if that purpose changes… 

Well just like if a puppet breaks, I think the iterator would have to make do and cobble together parts. I’m imagining a boxy relay stuck onto the puppet by dangling wires; adapters out the wazoo, etc. really why stop there… why not have an Iterator who has become so engrossed in their task that they have almost drowned the puppet chamber in hanging wires, the puppet itself just being a sort of… nexus for the surrounding nightmare tangle.

(This started because I’m finally making an Iterator oc and had the idea that they were adapted to be a satellite control relay, part of which means that a big box was attached to the puppet to serve as a adapter between their “brain” and the controllers)

plus I know you seem to think of them as more ornamental, but I’d still like to hear have thoughts on my weird ramble… I think you are a good mind as far as Iterators go

ok bye, sorry if this is incoherent, I was just spitballing really

IM FINALLY COHERENT ENOUGH TO REPLY TO THIS 🎉🎉🎉 I am sick rn and CANT FUCKING PLAY RAIN WORLD. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? NOW OF ALL TIMES?? oh well, at least i get to answer this now :D

This is really cool!! As far as the puppets go for me, their purposes are 3 fold: to act as a comprehensible “face” for the iterator to interact with their citizens, to use as a hub to process information, execute instructions, and direct the flow of data within the structure. Basically, a CPU! And considering the walls around their chamber in the game literally resemble one, I’d think the analogy is at least a little plausible. And of course there are different CPU designs, so puppet variation seems to be a given.

(more below cuz this is gonna get kinda long)

Despite how I focus more on the ornamental purposes of a puppet, I do think it is a VERY integral part of an iterator for like, actually being able to do their job. The pearls within their chamber are read and written by said puppet, so it manages data storage and memory. They can also format neurons, as seen by Moon, and in order to wake her up, we had to give the slag reset keys to her puppet specifically. While I have no doubt an iterator could manage without a puppet, I think it would be significantly more challenging for them.

I don’t think their chambers are like, static closed boxes. Iterators definitely move more than we see in game, since we see that Pebbles literally ejects out a memory conflux room into garbage wastes and also the Lab rooms in memory conflux seem to be on rails. Also The Rot region gives us a glimpse at other portions of his can, since we’re seeing a 2-D space so it’s hard to imagine the different “layers” of rooms and stuff, but in RM_LOCKDOWN you can see these weird claw like things moving shit around, but they’re frozen in time from breaking down before they could…lockdown the area around Pebbles’ puppet from the rot. So I think they have some way or another to get shit in and out of their chambers, since obviously they can rearrange other bits of their can, and we can find a pearl all the way out in Moon’s memory conflux and it had to get outta there somehow. It was a batch of notes, so her puppet probably interpreted the data she was receiving from her hardware and sent it to long term memory storage.

The cilia that line the walls of an iterator’s insides are probably some kind of exposed nerve ending that send signals from the short term data, ie their neurons. The neurons interact with them often (and make that cute little VWOOP! noise, hehe) so we can assume that they’re sending info through these nerves to either be interpreted by the puppet. These nerves probably send data into the umbilical wires, or through some bluetooth type shit like moon.

“With my umbilical cord broken I can't operate my structure directly, but with them working as messengers I've been restoring some of my chamber's functionality!”

- Moon, Rivulet Dialogue after the Rarefaction Cell has been placed

So based on this we know the umbilical is used to communicate with the rest of the structure and send signals in order to direct its operations. However,

“Most of our processing is outsourced to microbe strata”

- Shoreline Bright Purple Pearl (Moon)

While this seems to imply that the puppet isn’t actually doing much of the processing, I think this is actually more of a conscious vs subconscious thing. The microbe strata are like a brain stem, which in humans is responsible for heart rate n breathing n shit. The puppet is meant for higher conscious thought. So the puppet is pretty central to their body as a whole.

The umbilical probably connects to all those little cilia in the walls, like if we lifted up the panels of a structure’s walls we’d see a network nerves, with long axons and the dendrites are likely exposed out of the walls or whatever. Maybe even a mycelium type structure, remember how they found out mushrooms can kinda communicate through those?…Does this make any sense lol

So how is moon able to use overseers to direct her can? Well, they seem to have those same cilia tendrils at the end of their bodies! They can transfer data between themselves with the same kinda animation as the neurons, so why wouldn’t they be able to transfer instructions to parts of her structure? Like sending instructions to an immune cell to begin a repair process. I also think Moon communicates with the overseers when she does that animation where she sits in the center of her chamber and her neurons go in a circle and do that bloop thing, much like how she would sit in the center of her chamber while reading a pearl, (in spearmaster) since it takes concentration. And she probably has to concentrate very hard to send those signals with such weak equipment.

Also cute lil side tangent: the neurons bloop green when she does this, which I think is a nod to the slag reset keys. Honestly the neurons themselves might have straight up been Sig’s originally, because where the hell did those neurons even come from. There’s no way they survived the collapse, right? Cuz if they did why aren’t there anymore, yknow? Anyways they might literally just be Sig’s neurons but reformatted, since Pebbles mentions everything “suggests it was tailored for the specific predicaments of a friend of mine.”, so the neurons were formatted for Moon.

UH ANYWAYS. Obviously we need to keep in mind that they are both biological and mechanical beings, so I don’t literally mean brain cells or wires or whatever, it’s just me using words humans can use to describe them yknow. So of course I do think that there are differences in puppet design and even chambers (cough PIn cough), so extra wires or even extra hardware within the chamber is absolutely possible.

So how the fuck do iterators perform experiments, or make shit? You know I headcanon Sig as a medical facility. This means her can layout would be different from Moon or Pebbles’. Hunter actually explains this to Monk in my apple juice fic (god i’m so sorry that i keep bringing it up and haven’t worked on it in months), but basically, Sig’s structure has more labs, and more security between said labs because he’s often working with viruses and stuff that are dangerous to its citizens or even itself. But for a specific example: Sig making Hunter. I believe the process would be:

-> Puppet interprets info gathered (ie Suns fucking up, moon is in danger, conclusion: make new messenger). Obviously this is just. A thought process LOL like a human would have.

-> Puppet sends instructions to a lab/area of the can that is suitable for growing biological material.

-> Some microbes or even smth similar to those weird spider things in the memory lattices or something initiate the growth process. They funnel nutrients and material to build cells and organic parts. This probably involves a lot of vats of goo LOL.

-> Puppet monitors the experiment, probably via those blue cilia again, and direct it as needed. Like, once Sig is alerted that a cluster of cells has formed, she’ll have it transferred to another nutrient bath, by way of tubes/pipes or having some protein move it (yknow how muscle proteins actually move and “walk” along chains of proteins? They strut real cunty btw), or like idk something else picks it up and transfers it.

-> Once Hunter was finished/“born”, she could be monitored via overseer, or some inspector type organism, and should Sig want to bring her to his chamber, they could carry her there:

“They also facilitate long distance communication within our living systems.”

- Moon, Inspector Eye Dialogue

I’m like 99% sure that Hunter was brought to Sig’s chamber at least once considering in her ending cutscene she knows what Sig looks like. Not to mention Spearmaster’s end screen shows it snuggling with Suns so like, there is definitely a way to get those things in their chamber.

For a less intensive experiment like transferring a pearl, a pipe or something (maybe even smth resembling intestines that moves it along that way with contractions) could be used. The fatter red wires that make a gross squishy sound when you grab them could be used, maybe? There are also just TONS and TONS of tubes and pipes in the background. The panels/screens in the backgrounds of their chambers can be lifted up and will expose the opening of said tubes, which is why they’re broken up into panels in the first place. There is also probably some kind of immune barrier (sorta like the blood-brain barrier in humans), in order to protect the puppet. (I only think the scugs were carried there because they’re more fragile and also probably would not appreciate being shoved in a pipe LOL)

DM_MEM01

DM_MOONCHAMBER

(also excuse my handwriting, also pebbles has this exact same “plug” thing at the bottom of his chamber)

I know a lot of iterator bits seem very rigid but there ARE squishy organic parts, (considering the noise those fucking red strands make when you grab them) so we can make the assumption that perhaps some of those tubes and shit could be lined with more organic-y stuff.

Uhh oh god this became more of a rant about iterator cans than iterator puppets. BRO WHY CANT I FOCUS.

Back to the original fucking question I could definitely see an iterator with extra shit in their chamber, needing extra wires to receive more signals or adapters. Puppet repair however…I do think they might be able to regrow parts, or at least rudimentary ones. Like how Sig and Suns grow slugcats. Maybe in a lab and they’re transferred over or maybe during some kind of rest period. These replacement parts might not be as good as the originals but I don’t think they’d be completely fucked. Their citizens probably kept spare parts around at least, maybe not entire puppets, but also I don’t really know how much damage they’d incur unless something went horrifically wrong. They are full of self-healing microbes, after all, so wear and tear of normal use is probably not going to kill them. The one part I’m not sure about is the using other parts to repair their puppet. Salvaging stuff from their can like neural terminus engines or other parts could impair their function as a whole, thus making the puppet more vulnerable to future complications, though I don’t think one or two modifications like that would kill them lol. They very likely have a million redundancies and backup parts since repairing iterators would be costly and even dangerous if something deep in their can was broken.

Puppet damage is very bad though. Their ability to move around their chamber seems to be integral to being able to actually function, so a puppet that’s just trapped in place would be a VERY dire, life support type situation. If they can’t reach pearls, or move to send them out of their chamber, their long term memory would probably be in the trash. I think post-Riv moon has to simply make do with her neurons, and a lot of their storage is filled with memories she does not want to forget (ie. Hunter or Riv), since she seems to be able to recall them when talking to Saint. Hell, they might also just have a larger storage capacity since they either came from Pebbles (a newer model) or *maybe* Sig, still a (likely) newer model. (I don’t think it’s ever confirmed he’s younger than her but considering what we know about their dynamic and Moon’s demeanor in general I think it’s a plausible conclusion to come to).

But yeah!! I can’t wait to see ur iterator oc so I can send u silly rp asks >:) I hope this was in ANY WAY coherent bc I am kinda sick so this might straight up be completely incomprehensible.

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OH!! Also this is mildly off topic but this is my yapping and I get to talk forever and ever. But I also think the puppet is meant as an identity as well. Like a face for them, to give them a sense of self. However some iterators are more attached to their puppets as “themselves” than others.

(blocked out message is my friends’ oc)(also these are tupperbots NOT fuckin ai, i’m the one writing all this it’s just using a proxy for rp purposes)

As you can tell Opportunity is not very attached to her puppet and sees “herself” as her structure. The puppet of an iterator is. Basically just another organ in a way. Like, I feel like some iterators would feel the same way we feel about like, our nose. It’s not us it’s just a part of us. But others might see it as their face, and heavily identify with their puppet’s appearance. My little headcanons are (based on my own interpretations of them, so some of this is heavily steeped in my own lore that i’ve just made the fuck up):

Moon: Pre-collapse she’s less attached to her puppet, but post-collapse she really begins to see it as herself, since it’s all she has access to. She also gestures with her puppet and uses it to communicate not just through voice.

Suns: Attached to xier puppet and is kinda embarrassed about it. They’re involved with their citizens’ affairs and since their citizens place his identity on his puppet, he does too. Not super expressive with movement aside from hands, fidgets when nervous.

Sliver: Doesn’t care, her puppet is a tool.

Opportunity: As you can tell, does not consider her puppet as “herself” and thinks those who do are too attached to the world. They have a job to do and that’s it.

Indigo: He likes his puppet. They don’t mind being seen as it.

Wind: His self-image is absolutely his puppet, and even when thinking about others he sees them as their puppets too. Specifically in the rot au, he attacks sig right after the whole sliver thing, which ultimately wouldn’t technically hurt her but it’s more of a symbolic thing.

Sig: Sees herself as her puppet! Considering he accessorizes it, like the scarf or whatever ribbon that it’s decorated with canonically kinda points to this? Like the others just wear simple cloaks but his is like, slightly “fancier”! Also obviously in the rot au his identity is heavily tied to her puppet. The goofy lab coat get-up is not his only outfit and she kinda just wears it for shits and gigs. It’s a doctor after all, gotta look the part!

PIn: Kinda has no choice but to see themself as their puppet, rip. The heavy emphasis placed on it by their citizens reinforces that sentiment.

Yui: Her puppet serves cunt just like she does. She uses it to gesture a lot, not just her arms or anything but like the whole puppet. Spinning, moving across the whole chamber, etc (sig does this too)

Light: Tries not to see themself as their puppet simply to “abate the self” or whatever. It is a part of their identity but not the whole. They do talk with their hands a lot tho

Pebbles: He sees *others* as their puppets but not himself as much. He’d still probably be sad if it was replaced with a metal box or something tho.

wow this got off topic. i’m sorry you have to read 3000 words of shit that barely answered ur question HAHAHAHA

[feyclowns]

a look at magic and the core system

the core system explanation and my loose idea of what magic is. this uh. this got long. this is a longass post.

my thoughts on magic

i have this idea that mother nature, while creating her earlier lifeforms, used magic as a sort of bind-all, something modeled after the overarching powers of time and creation, etc- giving them extra powers and extending their life (like a kid making their first ocs). most of her older creatures are on planes higher up and function on magic. as she got better with her craft she began to appreciate the complexity of making all those bits and pieces stuff on earth has, and the faster ebb and flow of life AND death. humans are one of her favorite creations.

magic is inherently chaotic. it exists in multiple forms, on multiple planes. it's something that touches things in a biological way and yet obeys physical laws set before it. it can be stored and used up. it can create more of itself. it can corrupt things. when mother nature realized it was a bad idea to give near-unlimited power to beings when she was creating ones of lower ability on the planes below, she changed magic and the creatures that used it- gave them weaknesses, sometimes bordering on the ridiculous, compulsions too. things to keep them in check.

i also like to think you can't entirely 1:1 seelie to humans on even a biological cell-scale. they just fundamentally are different.

magic's function

the more pure magic is, the more powerful it is- magic comes in all colors of the rainbow, but different colors have slightly different attributes. one can never truly filter one color out of magic entirely, as it needs all its components to function.

with the True Fey nearly extinct, the only beings that can use raw magic without the assistance of a device or sigil are genies, and i'd argue they got quite the short end of the stick considering their compulsion.

fairies, fey and their subspecies primarily function on purple magic. this stuff is filtered, diluted, as "neutral" as one can get. if you create magic rather than consume it, and your species functions on filtered magic, you cannot handle it raw. like, your body can't handle the extra energy. physically.

magical backup is when a fairy has so much magic in their system they cannot filter the chaotic energy that magic produces and explode.

filtered magic is also, simply, on paper, easiest to use. as a third party, non-seelie magic user- use raw magic while unprepared and get evaporated while changing the laws of physics. use overfiltered magic without the correct sigils and nothing happens except maybe a bitter taste in your mouth.

onto the core system.

the core system

the neural core is where magic flows freely up towards- the filter strains clean, purple magic from the magic produced by the central core. conscious wishes are also made from the brain connected to the core here.

the central core is where magic is generated. the central core takes calories and nutrients from ingested food (fairies have a stomach that is right next to their core) and converts it into magic. the core membrane acts as a storage for filtered magic in both areas.

the core pools are located at the base of the wrists of a fairy, which are where excess magic flows and stays in anticipation of use. when a fairy exhausts the magic from their pools, they must wait until they begin to refill from the reserves in the core membranes.

the inner cores are the most important part of the system; if this part of a fairy is damaged they will die. this part also holds the data for the rest of the body- if worse comes to worse, the inner cores will maintain the body parts left and rebuild the core system before completing the rest of the body. this is in part why fairies are so gd resilient. no inner core, no regeneration.

magic threads are what magic travels along throughout the body. they are thick, wide tubes that extend through the torso and extremities. the central thread is also called a nervous thread. during pregnancy, the body creates a sixth thread (and sometimes seventh) to deliver magic to the developing child's core.

fairies produce raw magic in their central cores. they have two cores- a central and neural core, which are connected to each other through the nervous thread and extend to their magic pools and flow magic through the body by the four magic threads.

anti-fairies are where all that excess magic goes when fairies filter it out. anti fairies don't need to generate magic or filter it- they can handle it just fine. they have a simpler core layout- a thick core membrane to hold their magic and the excess chaotic magic swirling about in their inner core. this enables anti-fairies to grant powerful rule-free wishes. anti-fairies tend to have strange colored magic threads, generally aligning with the color of their counterparts' eyes.

pixies are quirky things. pixies have the same amount of cores as their fairy cousins but do not produce raw magic. they instead need to feed on magical creatures (or take their magic supplements, as provided by pixies INC) to keep their core systems afloat. another issue is that most pixies' core filters still work- which would be fine if they produced magic. pixies overfilter their magic, leading them to use a highly complicated wand (along with several binding contracts) to utilize the magic still delivered to their core pools. (it's also a phone. why not toss that in for free? Head Pixie was feeling really nice when he made that decision.)

pixies have a very large core filter and membrane in their neural core, with a small central core and large magic pools. their magic threads are thin.

[myinconnelly1]

All the Luck in the World Pt 11

Masterlist

Warnings: canon violence, some massive gaslighting assholes, failed rescue mission, character injuries, mind blowing revelations

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Reynolds x OFC (you)

Word Count: 1307

Summary: With all her luck, Jinx has to wonder if it's good or bad. When she meets Bob, she starts to get her hopes up..

“So how do we get in this location without getting Valentina’s attention?”  Bucky asked.  They had an idea of the layout to expect since the plans were easy enough to find.  It was the things not in the plans that would be dangerous.

“She probably has sound barriers, I won’t be able to phase into the building,” Ava said.

“What if we knocked the power out to the building,”  John offered.  “That would keep us in the dark as well.”

“We won’t be able to unlock any electric locks if we shut down the power,” Yelena said.

“We should split up, we won’t have much time,” Bucky said looking at the plan.  “I got comms for everyone so that we can stay in communication.

“Alright, I’m just going to say it, we have to figure out what Valentina’s goal is, and this is our best opportunity for that,” Yelena said throwing her hands up.  “I will go on my own, I’m fast and quiet.  I’ll head here, where I can access the database.  Dad, you and John go find Meg, while Bucky and Ava get Bob.  We can all reconnect here,” Yelena said pointing to a lobby-like area near the exit stairs.

“Sounds like we have a plan,” Bucky said.  Yelena hated this plan, she wanted to save her friend.  Who knew what kind of mental state he was going to be in when they got to Bob?  But she had to stick with the plan, they needed information, and no one was better at getting that information than she was.

It was late that evening, and the team had their comms and equipment ready to go.  They stood outside of Valentina’s building, ready to get their friends back.  They split up in the pre-arranged plans and ran up the stairs quietly.  Yelena slid silently along the edges of the shadows to the central database.  She found the door to the room unlocked and slipped inside wedging a stick in the door so it would not lock her in.

“Now for the hard part,” She whispered to herself as she started to hack into the system.

John and Alexi were moving as quietly as they could, but their combat boots were not generally designed for stealth.  They looked in as many rooms as they could while moving down the medical wing of the facility.

“Alexi,” John whispered.  “I found her.”  He was looking into a dim square room with a single bed in the middle.  On the bed, asleep was you.

“Where do you think they have Bob?” Ava asked Bucky.  As they walked down a different part of the facility.

“Probably somewhere that they can control,” Bucky responded as they followed a think set of electrical cables.  “Maybe there?”  He suggested a room not far ahead of them that was humming from an electrical current.

“I’ll cover your back, you kick the door down,” John said as he turned pulling his gun and looking behind them toward the stairwell that they would be trying to escape down.

“I’m in,” Yelena whispered over the comm.  She was searching through the file folders trying to find anything related to Bob.  “Holy shit,”  She whispered as her eyes widened, and her shoulders dropped.  She plugged in the storage device she had brought and copied data quickly as she scanned through the medical testing files Valentina was collecting on Bob and you.  Full blood workups that were tracing the markers that were thought to be the Sentry’s effect on your body.

“Breach,” John whispered to Alexi, who then kicked the door in.  Emergency lights flooded the facility as soon as the door was open.  “Shit.”

You sat up in your bed startled by the sudden lights and alarms.

“Come on,”  Alexi said loudly over the alarms holding his hand out to you.

Blast doors slammed closed effectively cutting off Bucky and Ava’s entrance to Bob’s room.

“Can you try and get in?”  Bucky asked as the alarms and lights made them incredibly vulnerable.

“Well well well, Congressman Barnes, I didn’t take you for trespassing,”  Valentina grinned as she opened a door across the hall.  Ava phased out trying not to be noticed, but the high-pitched whine that immediately followed left her right where she was falling against Bucky clutching her ears.

Yelena jumped as the lights and alarms started.  She looked at the data percentage like it was a countdown.  She knew she still had at least thirty seconds before it was done.  Thankful, no one had seemed to notice her yet.  Yelena could tell from the files that the Sentry markers had not been present in your blood for at least three days, and what had started off as weekly blood draws quickly changed to daily when those markers were not present on week three.  There was one file she hadn’t opened yet labeled eyes only, and she knew she needed to see it in case she couldn’t get the data out of there.

You jumped out of the bed and grabbed Alexi’s hand as he pulled you from the room just as a door down the hall, in the direction that John was hoping to escape, opened.  More than ten of Valentina’s men filed down the hall.

John shot off five rounds trying to catch them by surprise before the three of you started sprinting down the hall.

“Turn right!”  You yelled at Alexi when there was nowhere else to go.  He slammed through a wall to his right as the men in front of you all started shooting in retaliation to John.  “Ah!” you cried out.  John’s bent shield was not enough to provide full cover for you all.  All three of you had taken some degree of bullet wound before getting through the wall for cover.

“The window,” John yelled pointing across the hall to a window.

“We’re three stories up!” Alexi yelled at him.

“What about Bob?” You realized that the whole group was not there.

“The others are getting him, we don’t have a choice,” John said.

“I can’t wait for the newspapers to get wind of a junior congressman breaking and entering,”  Valentina said smugly.  Bucky grabbed his gun aimed for the window behind him, grabbed Ava, and dashed out, dropping two floors to the ground with a heavy thud.  Ava had phased out part way down the fall to lessen the impact for herself.

“Yelena, get out of there now,” Bucky ordered over the comms.

Yelena opened the document and felt like she had been sucker-punched as it displayed medical test results that she had not been prepared to see.  The document confirmed that you were pregnant.

Bucky’s voice came over the comm and Yelena grabbed the thumb drive before running as fast as she could out of the building.  Something was going horribly wrong, and she didn’t know what to do other than run.

“Something’s wrong,” Alexi said as he and John heard Bucky over the comm.  The three of you stood to make a run for the window.  John shot the glass and Alexi dove through it feeling it shatter around him.

“Come on!”  John shouted as he turned to look at you over his shoulder.  Shots from the enemy guards kept him away from you as a dazed look came across your face before your eyes crossed and you passed out falling to the ground.  “Ah shit,” He curse knowing that he couldn’t go back to get you without getting caught and there was no way that he could make a safe landing if he had to carry you out the window.

“Run,” Bucky shouted as the Thunderbolts reconvened outside the facility.

“What the hell happened?  Where are Bob and Meg?” Yelena asked.

“It was a trap,” Bucky shouted as they all took off running back to the tower.

[transmutationisms]

okay so i’ve never really grasped this, might as well ask now — how exactly does the cyberspace & nft stuff mine resources? i’ve heard the basics (i.e. crypto mining uses energy and what not) but i’ve never been able to understand how internet connects to real resources. could you sort of explain that (along the lines with the spam email post) in a simpler way?

ok, put very simply: it's easy for people who only interact with the internet as users to treat 'cyberspace' or 'the virtual world' as immaterial. i type something out on my phone, it lives in the screen. intuitively, it feels less real and physical than writing the same words down on a piece of paper with a pencil. this is an illusion. the internet is real and physical; digital technology is not an escape from the use of natural resources to create products. my phone, its charger, the data storage facility, a laptop: all of these things are physical objects. the internet does not exist without computers; it is a network of networks that requires real, physical devices and cables in order to store, transmit, and access all of the data we use every time we load a webpage or save a text document.

this is one of google's data centres—part of the physical network of servers and cables that google operates. these are real objects made of real materials that need to be obtained through labour and then manufactured into these products through labour. the more data we use, the more capacity the physical network must have. google operates dozens of these data centres and potentially millions of servers (there is no official number). running these facilities takes electricity, cooling technologies (servers get hot), and more human labour. now think about how many other companies exist that store or transmit data. this entire network exists physically.

when you look at a server, or a phone, or a laptop, you might be glossing over a very simple truth that many of us train ourselves not to see: these objects themselves are made of materials that have supply chains! for example, cobalt, used in (among other things) lithium-ion batteries, has a notoriously brutal supply chain relying on horrific mining practices (including child labour), particularly in the congo. lithium mining, too, is known to have a massive environmental toll; the list goes on. dangerous and exploitative working conditions, as well as the environmental costs of resource extraction, are primarily and immediately borne by those who are already most brutally oppressed under capitalism: poor workers in the global south, indigenous people, &c. this is imperialism in action. digital technologies cannot exist without resources, and tech companies (like all capitalist firms!) are profitable because they exploit labour.

all commodities require resources and labour to make and distribute. digital technology is no different. these are material objects with material histories and contexts. nothing about the internet is immaterial, from the electromagnetic waves of wi-fi communication to the devices we use to scroll tumblr. it is, in fact, only by a fantastical sleight-of-hand that we can look at and interact with these objects and still consider the internet to be anything but real resources.

[quirkyfries]

Hi there’s a tornado in my area rn but I’m spiteful like that. Random tsams/eaps headcanons be upon ye

Ruin still does those little audio log diaries. It helps manage his overflowing memory storage (read: old age = more memories to store) without compressing data files.

Bloodmoon sleeps with dog toys. Otherwise, they’d probably chew through whatever bedding material they had chosen that night. This was Ruin’s idea.

Eclipse can’t sleep with lights on in a room. Ruin can’t sleep without a light. The makeshift solution is a sleeping mask for Eclipse, but their actual compromise is a star projector.

Eclipse has to know where everyone is most of the time, especially after Charlie came into the picture. This is usually done with cameras and tracking via fazbear systems, but it’s an issue he has to work on, as it’s just a method to make him feel better about security now that there are people he cares about. At least one person has commented on there being a new nightguard.

Dark sun finds thrillers tacky, and prefers thought-provoking mysteries, bonus points for romance.

Most of them carry some kind of sanitizing wipe packet. For daycare attendants, these are for sticky messes and children. For those more familiar with tools, these are for tougher grime and are not suitable for sensitive (children’s) skin. Solar has both.

The eclipses (Eclipse, Solar, Ruin) are the most prone to damaging their rays. Eclipse sometimes hits doorways and doesn’t bother to fix cracked rays. Ruin is small enough for humans to reach his head. Solar peels the paint off of his. All three will pull or squeeze their rays in times of extreme stress, to varying degrees. Lunar is an exception for lack of rays. (Similarly, Sun fidgets with his rays, which is the source of this trait.)

While there are exceptions, Suns prefer tactile stimulation, Moons auditory, and Eclipses have no strong preference. Earth likes social interaction.

Animatronics have personalized UI that makes sense to them, which serves as their access point to their internal folders, like memory files, downloaded items, and executable programs. Bots that share an operating system/“brain” have the same UI. Diagnostics, software updates, and safety modes all require additional hardware (computers, parts and service devices, fazwrenches) to complete. Mindscapes are in AI chips, and multiple AIs in one mindscape happen when multiple AIs share the same operating system. Visual feed can be projected onto other screens with HDMI cables and vice versa, which can sometimes show that bot’s UI depending on what it is. For a more direct example of this think of the battery and blue borders you see in Security breach when Gregory is hiding inside Freddy.

Safety mode disconnects that bot from the Fazbear Ent. local network, meaning no tracking, no communication via local networks (which generally aren’t private anyway, most bots with access to phones prefer those), and no access to files that aren’t stored in that bot’s drive. This is meant to isolate a bot’s systems from the main network in case of a security breach (hah), make transportation of bots between locations easier, and make maintenance a smoother affair as there is no outside interference during the process. For the bots themselves, this is the equivalent of turning off your phone and going outside I mean focusing only on what’s in front of you instead of what’s going on in your area/social network. It’s possible to be stuck in safety mode. Depending on how much of a bot’s system relies on Fazbear Ent. Networks to function (such as a bot’s memory being stored in a Cloud, which is also ill advised between the bots themselves,) this can be mean a temporary personality/memory reset until those files get reconnected again. Bots do not need to be connected to the Fazbear ent networks to function, but it generally makes access to software updates easier due to being recognized as a company entity. It is possible for a private network to exist, but it’s considered foreign by Fazbear systems and can be more trouble than they’re worth. Moon and Eclipse have private networks shared with close friends and family for different purposes. Moon’s is mostly for emergency backups, and Eclipse’s is for security.

Animatronic’s memories are stored in the hard drives in their bodies. It’s possible to offload memory files into networks (Cloud) or external storage systems. If another bot had access to these clouds or external storages, they could experience the memories stored in them. Memory files include visual and auditory data, like a movie. AI/personality chips are the equivalent of a soul in that the AI is the product of a learning AI having experienced environments that supplied them information about the world AKA an Ai that developed a personality beyond their base programming, but they do not carry memories. For example, Eclipse V3-V4 is an Eclipse AI given incomplete memories, creating a disconnect in the AI’s learned behaviors and what it perceives as the source of that behavior, resulting in an incomplete backup. Backups are static/unchanging copies of integral memory files and the accompanying AI (As is in the moment that they are backed up.) Backups need to be updated as the animatronic it’s for develops.

[narastories]

trying out Obsidian, my first setup, my opinions, etc.

Okay, so this is going to be a long post. Earlier this week I decided to give Obsidian a go to see if it would work for my longer writing projects. I heard some of my mutuals use it and others would like to see my setup, so I'm making a post about what I learned so far. I downloaded it three days ago so I'm sure things will change, but this is where I am right now.

I'm shy about my WIPs so what you see there is the beginning of heart worth the trouble. But hopefully, this lets you see my folder structure and the links in the notes.

My wishlist and how I got here

I recently wrote a rambly post about writing software which got way more notes than I expected (bc the lovely @barbex reblogged it <3). After I made that post, I started using Focus Writer (again a recommendation from the writing discord) for my discovery writing in March. After more than two weeks of heavy use, I realized I needed a little bit more than that (but it's a great program).

Initially, I tried combining it with Wavemaker bc I liked that when I played around with it, but that completely pissed me off, bc it turns out it's just not compatible with other things I'm using. Like Firefox. -.-

Still, this whole ordeal made me narrow down what I really want and need from a piece of writing software at this moment. I think it's a good idea to start with such a wishlist if you are looking for a new software. Here is mine:

free

no account required, not stored on someone else's cloud, I can back it up wherever I want instead

Linux support

widely compatible file formats

focus mode, where it's full-screen, and ideally highlights the paragraph you are working on

I can make it look nice and calming on the eyes currently all I want is a cream paper background look, and a friendly monospace font changed to brown or something

clicky keyboard/typewriter noises - luckily I got this covered by Mechvibes already!

something like the card feature in Wavemaker, where I can have individual notes and choose to display them on the side. this might sound like it conflicts with the focus mode but I just want to have the option to have some notes without having to vomit them into the draft

easy to rearrange the order of the scenes

wordcount obviously

Tall order? Weird order? Maybe.

I think the most important is to figure out is how you work as a writer and find tools that match that. This is just honestly what is important for me right now.

It seems like Obsidian might just do this.

it's free

doesn't require an account

text is stored locally in markdown files

works on Linux I'm using the AppImage if you want to know

can be integrated with Github for backup & sync

tons of customization options to achieve the rest of my requirements

The Basics

If you want to use Obsidian for note-taking (or for writing fic but you're not very picky about the how), you can pretty much just download it, pick a pretty theme if you want and you're good to go. It's that easy. I promise it's not as hard as people make you believe.

This is a local-first software, which I love. However, this also means if you are not used to storing your writing locally, you need to get into the habit of backing your things up because if something happens to your computer, there is no copy of your files on the web.

That said, you can pay I think 4USD/month for the subscription and then you'll have an account, and your files will get synched to other devices, and you can restore your files. (And remember, if something is free and doesn't have ads and you have cloud storage space you didn't have to pay for... then you are the product and the company is paying for it with your data. So the fact that this is paid is actually a very good thing.)

The file structure works pretty much 1:1 as your file explorer btw

If you create a folder on the sidebar, it will create a folder on your computer.

If you create a note on the sidebar, it will create a text file on your computer.

If you drag the note into the folder on the sidebar, it will put the text file in the folder on your computer.

Each note is stored as a separate markdown file. Markdown files are widely compatible with various software so that's great. Also, you can even just rename the file to have .txt extension instead of .md extension and literally every text editor will open it for you (you will lose the formatting tho). The opposite also works. If you have a note in .txt format, you can copy it into your Obsidian folder, rename the extension to .md and it will appear in Obsidian.

That all makes it very easy to import things and switch between files to edit them.

There is only one downside to this that I found. You know how in your file explorer you can drag and drop files into folders but you can't drag and drop files to change their order? Well, your Obsidian side-bar is the same. You can choose to order them based on the name, last modified, etc. But if you want custom order, I suggest you number your notes and folders.

I feel like we're not that used to this anymore but again, this is literally like a file explorer, so it's not a big deal imo.

Another important basic concept is linking your notes. You can just right-click a piece of text and link a note, drag and drop the note into your other note, or do [[Note]] whatever you like. Then you can quickly access the other note by clicking on it, or see a preview while hovering over it (If you turned that feature on). Linking notes is also how you get those cool graph views.

I just wanted to mention all of this bc I feel like all the videos I came across on Obsidian intimidate people into thinking it's more complex than that lol

Appearance

I go a little crazy about visual optimization if you give me a chance. You can change a couple of simple things out the box. Light/dark theme, change the font, etc. I'm using a font called Code Saver for the editor (regular is free for personal use).

Then, there are the themes you can download. There are so many awesome ones! I'm using one called Underwater right now bc I liked the rounded edges.

Most themes come with a light/dark version. But if you download the Style Settings plugin, you might unlock more easy-to-customize options. It depends on the theme what you see there. The one I'm using has a couple of built-in colorways. I went with the "rose pine dawn" option and then I switched out some colors in the color pickers. If you want to mess with the colors I highly recommend finding some hex color palettes online, they make your life so much easier. You can find colors that look good together and look up a color and find lighter/darker versions instead of trying to blindly click around on the color picker.

For this theme, you can also add a background image if you want. (If you really want to make it look like Focus Writer for example ;)

Plugins

These are the plugins I'm using right now.

GitHub Sync: This is what I use to sync my progress and back up my files. I started with this before anything else, but I'm not going to go into what I did bc I don't want to make this post even more complicated. If you have a specific question about it, pls feel free to ask me :)

Focus Mode: This is a full-screen mode, very nice for writing

Stille: Dims everything but the active paragraph, again, very nice for writing. I found that the combination of these two plugins work best for me, but there are others like Typewriter Mode that can do both (I couldn't turn down the vignette mode on that one tho and it was annoying me)

Smart Typography: switches the straight quotation marks for curly ones

This is how it looks with Focus Mode and Stiille both on.

And lastly, a bit of a disappointment: Longform. This is the plugin that everyone seems to recommend for longer writing projects in Obisdian. Basically what it does is it can compile your individual notes into one file, and allows you to move the order of them freely, unlike the normal Obsidian sidebar. Here is a pretty good video on it.

Unfortunately, this plugin gets absolutely wrecked by synchronizing to another device.

From what I gathered, this happens regardless of what method of synching you use, meaning it happens even with the paid synching feature. You can read about this more here btw. It's a community plugin so I'm not going to be mad at the creators for not fixing this, however this means it just doesn't work for me.

If it worked on the one computer where I originally set it up, just not on the other, I would be fine with it. But I set it up on my Linux, and after I synched to my Windows, the scene list disappeared from both. (Not the actual files! It just doesn't get recognized as a Longform project anymore so it pretty much becomes useless lol)

So, I just decided to create the the same structure with folders and notes. Right now, this is a discovery draft and I don't have chapters. But I'm making a folder for an "Arc", and put the numbered scenes into them. I'm also making separate notes that I can link with stuff I want to remember/work on.

At the moment I don't require an extensive wiki where I note what each of the characters like to have for breakfast and such. But you can absolutely do that with Obsidian. You can create a folder for Characters, Worldbuilding, whatever you want, really. Put images there, links both internal and on the web and just go wild if you want.

Obviously, without Longform I will need to compile the files into one at the end by a different method, like copy-paste into one, turn them into .txt, and concatenate from the terminal, you know, depending on your comfort level xD. It will probably include more work than with this plugin, but it's not like you don't go through your manuscript about a million times anyways, am I right?

Word Count

Lastly, mentioning the wordcount options bc they are important

there is a built-in wordcount, about which the common agreement is that it's not very good lol

because of this there is a community plugin called Better Wordcount, which is self-explanatory. If you want to get the total word count, you can right-click the top folder of your project and ask it to count the words for you.

Longform also has a wordcount and it will display it like words of the scene/total words of the project if you are using that

if you don't want to have three different word counts displayed I recommend you only have one of these active (:

That's where I am right now. If you have read all this to the end, you're awesome, and also we both should stop procrastinating and go write instead :P But if you also use Obsidian for writing and have cool tips pls let me know xx

[tofueatingwokerati]

The UK no longer has end to end encryption thanks to Keir Starmer’s Labour government reanimating the zombie policy that is the Snoopers Charter, first peddled by Theresa May’s Tory government and rejected by the public.

Apple withdrawing end-to-end encrypted backups from the UK "creates a dangerous precedent which authoritarian countries will surely follow".

UK now likened to authoritarian regimes and why Starmer won’t challenge Trump since he is in lock step with US policies, openly goes after sick, disabled, pensioners and poorest, increasing their hardship rather than tax the mega rich. US policy is UK policy.

So what does this mean for Apple users in the UK?

All your data in the cloud is no longer secure in comparison to having ADP enabled and can be accessed by the government upon request. The GDPR is all but dead in the UK, there are now so many government policies that snoop on us by the back door with even news outlets online now charging us for access without *cookies enabled (data farming you whilst you read with no option to opt out unless you pay)

I checked with the ICO myself and it is a fully approved policy despite its contradiction to the rights of consent, removed in the process.

If you want a workaround here are my suggestions

Cancel your iCloud storage, your data will stay on the cloud until the renewal date, use that time to back it up locally or on a flash drive.

Change your iMessage settings to delete audio messages after 2 minutes and permanently delete messages after 30 days.

Alternatively, use a third party messaging app with a delete on read feature and disable Apple iMessage altogether.

If you are tech savvy you can set up a USB drive or flash drive directly into your router hub (you should have at least one USB slot, some have two) and use FTP to back up over wifi, you can do this on any device, you don’t need a desktop.

Use a VPN service or set one up. If you’re really technical you can use a Raspberry Pi to do this, but you will need to hard code it. Think Mr Robot.

This change does not impact sensitive data like medical details which remain end to end encrypted.

If you want to learn more on the sweeping bills being pushed through government and any action your can take visit Big Brother Watch: https://bigbrotherwatch.org.uk

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[xxscrabiesxx]

Another thing from that weird app that Google shadow dropped, you can't request to have your data/information deleted. Google claims that they won't share information with third parties, but we all know that's not true. The whole thing is worse for people who aren't tech savvy to know or understand what their device is doing

good lord. heres an article about the app itself and their stated purpose:

whether or not they're being transparent about the purpose of their app- and putting aside the fact that its not anyones business what happens on my phone- its just insidious to force install an app, tell no one, and hide it under layers. i was able to delete it just fine, but now i need to check in with everyone i know who owns an android, because no one was told this happened! like, youre not winning over my trust here -_-

the encroahment on our personal data - and that IS what this is, at best this is a doorway into further censorship (save our kids, anyone?)- is a dying canary. keep your files on local storage. use alternatives to google products (firefox, duckduckgo, libreoffice, and so forth). personal conversations are best kept in person, or in a private messenger app (check out signal) if thats not possible. mask up, mind where you do business, and be KIND above all else.

[starwrighter]

I am not a baby!! (Yes you are)

(Ao3) (Masterpost) (Previous) (Next)

(Chapter thirteen)

Gone with one issue on to the next, post haste! It was like this year was pelting him with problem after problem. Of course, a quantum destination would be the next space on his bingo card of disasters! Why wouldn’t it be?! If there’s one thing the universe would never give him it was a break. That nap was a curse! He made up for too much of the sleep he’d lost back home. Now, there was karma to pay for those extra few hours of sleep. 

Granted, he felt better than yesterday, but was it worth the quantum detonation? Temptation says yes but logical thinking says no. Logical thinking also said nothing he could’ve done would’ve prevented the damage to the drive core. It would have already started to degrade from seawater pouring in before he even got there. It was nice to know this one thing wasn’t his fault, but it wouldn’t soothe the anxiety of knowing the Aurora was going to explode.

The damage a drive core from a ship the Aurora’s size could cause would be catastrophic. The radiation alone was a planet-ending event. Could he prevent this with his limited access to his powers? There were no blueprints for a radiation suit in his PDA and he doubts he could make one himself. Building what was essentially a hazmat divesuit strong enough to protect him from the lethal doses of radiation the aurora was dishing out wasn’t the same as building a table. Did he still have any kind of immunity to radiation? 

Regardless, he’s a Fenton! He got irradiated for breakfast! 

Swimming back to his base, Danny began pilfering through his storage. If he’s even going to try attempting to stop a quantum detonation, a seamoth would be helpful. Not only did it sound cool as hell, it’d make traversing through the waters a piece of cake! Only… The blueprints wasn’t there and data corruption was to blame. Cursing, Danny collapsed to the floor, scrolling desperately through all the blueprints over and over again. He’d regained the blueprint for the mobile vehicle bay, but there was no amount of tampering that’d give him the Seamoth. The mobile vehicle bay was useless without a vehicle! 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Danny decided this was the perfect time to check the radio. Any information concerning the rendevuos would be a life saver!

Swimming back to his pod, a cloud of rot spilled into the ocean. The foul odor of the remaining goo assaulted his nostrils. Nausea bubbled in his stomach, bile crawling up his throat. He crawled back into the pod. They say the smell of human decomposition was one the human body was hardwired to recognize and Danny could now say with confidence that rotting halfa was the same. Even if he’d been completely unaware of the lifepod’s contents the smell alone sent a shiver down his spine. It was easier to dissociate the pile of goo on the floor before it’d decomposed to this extent. Dried blood stained the floor any green that’d been there was gone without a trace.

This…This would be a gruesome site for whoever was going to collect the life pods after this was over. It’s a difficult scene for him to see for ancient's sake! It was funny to think that despite the horrid smell and blood, he’d rather have found something like this in Lifepod 3. Bodies, or at least more than a PDA entry to prove someone was here! He’d perfer finding blood and rot than have the dead be forgotten so easily. They’d died within the meager three hours Danny had been unconscious, and been torn into by local wildlife until nothing remained before anyone could respond to their distress signal.

Tearing his eyes away from the puddle, Danny sucked in a deep breath, regretting it instantly as putrid air filled his lungs. His PDA screamed, biohazard warnings taking over the screen, begging him to leave. With a shake of his head, Danny covered his nose with his hand toddling towards the radio. The device was flashing and Danny couldn’t hit a play button harder than he had today. 

“Playing pre-recorded distress call…” Waiting on his tippy toes Danny stared at the device with hope-filled eyes as a human voice sounded through the pod.

“This is Ozzy from the cafeteria. What the hell guys?! They didn’t warn us this might happen!” Danny’s heart sank as the message continued.

“Our pod was almost crushed by the seamoth bay on the way down, now we’re hanging on the edge of a cave system and this grim-looking snake thing’s trying to eat through the hull! Come get us already!” 

Saying that didn’t sound good would’ve been an understatement. How many hours had it been since this message was sent? A grim-looking snake thing? He has someone like that outside. Chances were they weren’t talking about the same snake thing.

 Dami has a snake-like body, but he resembles more of a dragon or a sea serpent…Dami hadn’t even made an attempt to hurt Danny or his little base. Sure, he scratched the glass but Danny had a feeling those claws were capable of much worse. Trust was a strong word to use when talking about a giant sea monster but Danny was confident Dami wouldn’t freak out and try to kill him for no reason.

All he’d done since seeing him was give reason after reason to kill him! Honestly, Dami just seems confused by his existence, but to be fair Danny is too. Logically he should be permanently dead, erased from every plane of existence but something gave him a third chance at life. Now he’s everyone’s problem!

Updating the signal to his PDA Danny crawled back out the lifepod, a signal to follow and materials to gather.

@ashoutinthedarkness @avelnfear @meira-3919 @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @hugsandchaos @blep-23 @zeldomnyo @bytheoldwillowtree @justwannabecat @shepherdsheart @starlightcat04 @stargazing-bookwyrm @pupstim @dragongoblet @noxcheshire

[mildlybizarrecorvid]

Because of how the poll went, here's this (some degree of editing for the different format)

Attention, Newly Manufactured Scoutdrone Consciousness 0.7. Please Prepare For Separation From Central Mind.

And thus was our protagonist born.

A spherical mass of unpainted metal, two darker and more oblong shapes attached whose mechanisms allowed for the limited flight this machine used for movement. In the front of the central shape was a recessed cavity, containing both the device’s photoreceptors and an array of purple lights resembling an eye so as to more easily be related to by humans.

The machine was pushed out of the manufacturing apparatus into a rerouted transportation tube eventually leading to the surface, as that introductory message boomed from speakers. It continued;

Your Purpose Is To Perform A Local Search For Civilization, Novel Lifeforms, Or Relevant Materials. You Have Been Provided With A Solar Array, And Thus Need Not Return Without Results.

.

.

.

Good Luck, Scoutdrone 0.7.

With this, the device exited the tube in the midst of a forest, and began to attempt to fulfill this vague quest. While doing so, they mused;

“Alright, alright, so I guess I exist now. As an I, at least, rather than a scrap of potential in a mass. Let’s see, let’s see, what do individuals do…

Names? I believe a name’s in order.

Oh-Point Seven… Point Seven… Poinsev… That seems about right.”

Newly named, our protagonist went about the given task, engines lightly humming as they perambulated. There didn’t seem to be anything of note, though. No nearby buildings, no interesting creatures with too many teeth, nobody also wandering about who Poinsev could try introducing themself to. One thing seemed of potential note, some manner of creeping little hard-shelled thing suspended amongst a tree's branches, but a cross-reference revealed it to be an orb-weaver spider.

All of that, of course, being before Poinsev saw a deer. I imagine you’ve seen a deer, and as such this is old news. But Poinsev had by this point been an independent, conscious being for about two hours. This was the only other motile being, organic or machine, they had yet seen.

It was wonderful.

...

After some time searching, Poinsev found a potential object of interest. It was a billboard, reading:

"Fearful of the cold days ahead?

Looking to kick back in adventurous luxury?

Sign up- with the International Bureau For Humanity's Relocation (IBFHR) Today!!!!"

Poinsev's memory storage came alight with the fact there was some book calling that many exclamation marks a sure sign of an unsound mind.

Regardless, the thing had lights and circuits and other such pieces of potential salvage. Our protagonist made a note for their report, and trundled on.

...

The old world really did have a lot of remarkable things, Poinsev thought; the idea was prompted by the fact that they, to relieve the dullness of searching, had delved into their preloaded memory in much the way your or I may delve into an encyclopedia. While Poinsev had not yet seen a city, or even a singular home, they were now aware of the fact that there were some very large buildings out there indeed.

There was even an entry on something called a "space elevator," though it didn't seem to have been finished yet when the data was collated. 

[noorthehood]

Until You • 01

Miguel O'Hara/Reader

Faster updates on Ao3!

With a glimpse of a futuristic cityscape and an encounter with a Spiderman seemingly much different from the one you’re used to, you unknowingly find yourself thrust into a web of intrigue and danger as the very fabric of space and time is warping. Who will you trust?

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“Lyla, input the diagnostics results.”

The holographic AI dramatically throws her head back with a loud sigh, displaying what seems to be exasperation, before appearing next to Miguel’s right shoulder in an instant.

“Would it kill you to be courteous? Jeez.” Her voice echoes in his ear as she swiftly transfers massive amounts of data onto the screens in front of him. “Keep that up and you’ll die alone.”

“I’m already well on track for that.” Miguel mutters, shaking his head to ignore the persistent ringing in his right ear. He taps the hovering screens, attempting to make sense of the flood of information presented to him, but frustration paints his face as he places a hand on his hip, clearly dissatisfied with what he’s looking at.

After taking on the responsibility to resolve anomalous situations across universes, the self-proclaimed leader of the Spider-Society had been juggling some issues pertaining to his own respective reality for several weeks now. Not that it had kept him from keeping the order in the multiverse, far from it — but he had allowed said issues to pile up long enough that they became an inconvenience.

“This isn’t what I need.” He grumbles, growing more irritated. “It doesn’t tell me anything.”

Lyla groans.

“Well if you had just, I don’t know, taken care of it six months ago before Stone got his hands on reality-altering tech—”

“I know, I know, don’t you shocking start with that again.” Miguel interrupts, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I screwed up, we get it. And now it’s on me to fix this mess—which is what I’m trying to do.”

His eyes briefly glance up at the live feed from the storage room where said tech was being securely kept.

“But I can’t do much if I don’t even know what it is I’m dealing with.”

A flat metallic platform, that was it. Roughly 15 feet on each side, no discernible control panel, energy source, or any other identifying features. After a surprise raid into Alchemax’s quarters following scattered electrical surges that left nearly half the city without power for a few minutes, he had stumbled upon the strange contraption in the underground level of the building. The machine—if you could even call it that—was surrounded by passed out scientists strewn out across the room, many of which were visibly brain-fried from the sheer power they had been subjected to. One thing led to another, and the mystery device was now being monitored at the Spider-Society’s base.

“I can see if there’s a way to examine the circuit board and extract more data, but…” Lyla hesitates, “That’s assuming there is a motherboard at all. I rarely say this, but I’m afraid my skills might fall short in this case.”

One thing was sure though; whatever that device was, it did not originate from his universe.

He could sense it the moment he walked into that lab. A faint, continuous buzz reminiscent of TV static emanated from the machine, imperceptible to the human ear but painfully noticeable to his heightened senses. The hum quickly became unbearable, prompting him to relocate the device to another room for the sake of his sanity.

That might perhaps explain why Lyla couldn’t provide any significant information about the device—despite essentially being a supercomputer, there were limits to her cross-dimensional knowledge.

“Just…do whatever you can. I’m counting on you.” He says, walking toward the exit as his mask materializes over his face. “I’m heading out. Let me know if you’ve got any news by the time I’m back.”

“Sure thing, Supreme Leader.” Lyla mockingly responds.

Miguel scoffs and steps outside, but takes one last glance over his shoulder at the machine on the screen. An uneasy feeling was gnawing at him, but he couldn’t quite put his finger as to why—call it intuition.

“Let’s hope you don’t bring me more problems than I already have.”

* * *

Hours have passed since Miguel's departure. Lyla remained a steadfast sentinel, her projection poised beside the dormant machine (which she had nicknamed Carmen); she was monitoring it diligently, occasionally responding to other requests from Spider-people, while still remaining vigilant.

“What’s the matter this time?” she mutters to herself, her voice laced with a hint of exasperation, as she looks at the holographic screen in front of her. Ever since the creation of the Spider-Society, her days had been filled with an endless stream of inquiries and requests for intel, leaving her with little respite.

‘Lyla, could you update me on that Scorpion guy from last week? I brought him in from Earth-5684 but—’

Before they could finish their sentence, a sudden, intense buzzing reverberates through the lab, causing the lights to flicker and casting an eerie glow over the room. The disturbance jolts Lyla from her virtual reverie, momentarily freezing her digital form in surprise.

“...That can’t be good.”

In the fraction of a second, without warning, a soft vibration reverberates through the room, a low hum that seems to originate from the very heart of the machine. It pulses with a persistent rhythm, gradually growing in intensity with each passing second. The air crackles, charged with an electric energy that seems to awaken the dormant device.

As if responding to an unseen conductor, the once inert machine bursts into life, its sleek surface flickering in a dance of lights. Multicolored beams of illumination sweep across its intricate circuits, transforming the previously monotonous exterior into a mesmerizing display of pulsating colors, as though the machine had been infused with a newfound vitality, electrified by an invisible current.

It seemed like the fabric of reality itself had been punctured. The storage room, once a haven of silence and shadows, was now vibrating with an outworldly energy.

Without hesitation, Lyla hangs up on her previous interlocutor and activates the communication interface, swiftly sending Miguel a notification. "Miguel has got to see thi—”

Her statement was promptly cut short by a sudden burst of blinding light which enveloped the room, illuminating every corner with an intense radiance. Simultaneously, a piercing, high-pitched ringing filled the air, drowning out all other sounds within the lab.

As the blinding flash dissipated, leaving nothing but fading afterimages, a heavy silence descended upon the room—the once buzzing and vibrant space now seemed suspended in stillness, as if time itself held its breath. Lyla's holographic form shimmered, adjusting to the abrupt change in atmosphere, her virtual senses on high alert.

She advances toward the enigmatic machine, her luminous projection casting a soft yellow glow on the metallic surface. As she draws closer, her eyes widen in astonishment, taking in the unexpected sight that greeted her.

Before her lay two women, unconscious and sprawled across the surface of the enigmatic machine. Their bodies were still, seemingly untouched by the events that had just unfolded.

Caution mingled with curiosity as Lyla floats closer, hovering above the motionless figures. She observes them with a mix of awe and concern, contemplating her next course of action. Uncertainty gnawed at her programming—should she consider them civilians, or potential foes?

With a resolute decision, she reaches out to initiate a diagnostic scan. Her holographic fingers gently brush against the women's motionless bodies, activating the scanning protocols within her digital realm. The familiar yellow grid of data begins to envelop them, meticulously probing for any signs of distress or anomalies.

A few minutes pass as the scan progresses, her virtual eyes scrutinize the readings, processing the influx of information. Every datapoint was meticulously analyzed, every anomaly would be cataloged for further investigation—yet, despite the thorough examination, the results provided no immediate answers. The women appear unharmed, their vitals stable.

“Just where the hell did you both come from?” An unease settled within Lyla's digital core.

As though to answer her question, you suddenly jolt up, gasping for air. It felt like you had been holding your breath for hours, and the stagnant air of the dark room you found yourself in nearly felt like hot coal in your lungs.

The dim lighting makes it hard for your eyes to adjust to the darkness but you still look around, not recognizing your surroundings nor remembering how you ended up there. Did you fall asleep in an unused meeting room? Or did you pass out from skipping all meals at work again?

Your mind was clouded with incessant ringing, and the strange pressure in your chest was not helping.

“How…” You begin before your own body interrupts you, giving you an uncontrollable urge to retch.

Hands and knees on the cold ground, you wipe the saliva off the corner of your mouth, making sure your clothes remain untouched, before clumsily attempting to stand up—in vain. A few attempts later, the agitation begins to kick in as you realize something is clearly off. The shortness of breath, the persisting tinnitus, your uncooperative muscles, the obviously unfamiliar room—weren’t you at the office a minute ago?

You blink a few times and finally are able to make out the space around you. Are those…machines? And the cold ground under your hands and feet is just…a large slab of polished metal?

“Where the hell is this?” You whisper under your breath, finally able to stand up on your own two feet. “What…am I doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” You jump back in fright, letting out a loud yelp at the sudden female voice coming from beside you.

You turn your head to catch a glimpse of a bright presence next to you—right in front of your face, as a matter of fact. You yell out in surprise and nearly tumble backwards as you make out the details of your startling interlocutor.

A small, glowing, floating woman.

“What the—”

You don’t even have time to process the sight in front of you before she disappears and reappears behind you in a split second.

“Before anything else, I think you should note you’ve got another friend over here.”

Nearly gasping for air in incomprehension, you frown and squint in the direction the small ghostly projection was illuminating with her glowing yellow figure. It takes you a second to recognize the body of a woman laying still on the ground.

“Oh, shit, that’s—” Hurriedly, you stumble in her direction to check in on the woman. You recognize her, having seen her at the office before—but your mind was too clouded and all over the place to focus on where exactly you know her from. “Are—Are you okay? Can you hear me, are you hurt?”

With shaking hands and voice, you manage to check her pulse and see that she’s breathing.

“If you can hear me, I’m part of the office ERT, can you—”

“Gee, I just said you had another friend, not that you need to give them mouth-to-mouth.” The female voice chimed in behind you. “She’s fine, just knocked out.”

You hesitate and look back and forth at the unconscious woman, then her. Cautiously, you take a few steps in her direction, keeping your body as a shield between her and the motionless body.

“Who are—”

“Urgh, please! Spare me the questions. How cliché.” The glowing figure interjects, leaving you no chance to place a word.

You frown.

This situation was getting increasingly bizarre; why were you talking to this ghostly woman in the first place? Nothing guarantees that she isn’t a fragment of your imagination—what if you hit your head and were hallucinating the whole thing?

For now, your priority was to make sure the unconscious woman behind you got the proper care she needed. You turn on your heels and prop her arm onto your shoulder, attempting to position her into a piggyback-like hold.

“Wait, what are you—” After a few tries, you finally succeed, and start looking for an exit to the room. “Hold on, I need you to stay put before—”

Ignoring her calls, you finally notice a large hexagonal-shaped gate across the room. Although the woman on your back is quite light and petite, you nearly trip several times due to thick wires scattered across the ground coming from all sorts of machines, of the kind you’ve never seen before. You try not to give it too much thought and walk up to the gate before it opens automatically.

“Where do you think you’re going? You can’t just walk off on—are you listening to me?”

You wave off the small woman, leaving her with a gaping mouth and an offended look on her face, before stepping outside.

As the gate opens, the blinding light of the outside world makes you automatically raise your free hand to your face, slowly adjusting to the drastic change of atmosphere.

Slowly but surely, your eyes are able to make out the sight in front of you.

“What in the…”

The sight that unfolds before you defies all expectations, leaving you in a state of awe and disbelief. Instead of the familiar surroundings you were anticipating, you find yourself standing in the midst of a futuristic cityscape that stretches far beyond the limits of your imagination.

Towering skyscrapers adorned with sleek, shimmering glass rise into the sky, their impressive height seemingly reaching for the heavens—the buildings showcase breathtaking architectural designs, with curvaceous contours and intricate patterns that defy gravity and conventional norms. The city pulses with life, its streets bustling with futuristic vehicles zipping past in a blur of neon lights and sleek lines.

You can feel your heart rate increasing exponentially, and you drop to your knees, unable to understand what is happening as questions swirl within you—is this an elaborate dream?

“What the hell is this place…” You whisper to yourself, barely able to breathe.

As you stand there, captivated and petrified by the unfamiliar futuristic cityscape stretching out before you, an unshakeable feeling of being watched prickles at the back of your neck. A shiver runs down your spine, sending a wave of unease coursing through your veins; instinctively, you turn around, your heart pounding in your chest.

In that split second, a shadowy figure descends from above with startling speed, and before you can react, a needle glints in the dim light, plunging into your arm. A sharp sting jolts through your body as the tranquilizer takes effect, swiftly robbing you of your senses.

“I told you to stay put.” You faintly hear the same female voice from earlier echoing from behind you.

With a last desperate gasp for breath, you try to stay conscious, fighting against the overpowering sedation. But it's a futile struggle; your body slowly succumbs to the tranquilizer's grip, and you sink into unconsciousness.

As your vision fades and your mind drifts away, you catch a glimpse of the mysterious figure standing over you. Their features remain obscured, concealed by the darkness and the adrenaline coursing through your veins, but you are able to discern the familiar sight in front of you.

A final thought echoes in your fading consciousness, and you let out one last whisper before the darkness claims you completely.

“...Spiderman?”

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Hope you enjoyed! More on A03 !!

Ch. 02 Here