#data-mining-mike

[bloomingbiz]

What is data mining?

What is Data Mining? Michael Segaline Data Scientist and Media LION be Relevant. December 19, 2024 Hello world! I am Data Mining Mike and today we are going to explore the fascinating world of data mining! Up there in the cloud ☁️ so high; There’s a bunch of data 📊 on you and I; So much that nobody knows what to do 🤷♂️; But there’s a guy who is on your team 🤝; Who takes dirty data 🧹 and…

[darkdragon768]

Looking up the different routes on the deltarune wiki and... yeeaa I would have never discovered the snowgrave route on my own.

[greenfiend]

Mike - has print of Charles Babbage in his basement. He was known as "The Father of the Computer".

Will - did a project on Alan Turing. He was known as "The Father of Computer Science". He was specifically known for breaking the enigma code. And of course, he was gay as well.

Why are they associated with computers? What's going on here?

I think it may be related to cracking codes and unlocking memories. Computers hold memory.

In ST2, Will was "possessed" and the MF (father) took over him.

After Will was sedated -> the power went out in the lab resulting in the whole building going into lockdown.

Lets break this down symbolically:

Will is sedated. His "power" went out.

As a protective fail secure measure, Will goes into full lockdown. That way, his doors remain closed. Doors as in, his closet door and the door into his memories.

In order to unlock the doors, and save everyone, the computer in the basement (a hint towards Mike himself) must be rebooted with a code. However, since they don't know the code, Bob overrides it. He opens the doors without consent.

This doesn't end well, as we know. Bob attempts to hide in a closet... then is attacked once he attempts to escape.

Will wants the doors/gates closed.

As much as he wants to keep everything contained... it can't. That's the problem. Papa says it right here- demons in the past invaliding from the subconscious. That's what it's all been about this whole time.

Okay back to computers.

In ST4, we see Suzie hack into the Hawkins High student records to gain access to change Dustin's grades.

This again is another hint.

Tigers are associated with Will. "Jiminy Crickets" is a character in Pinocchio who is a representation of Pinocchio's conscience (aka an internal aspect of the mind being externalized).

Mike and Will call the (secret) number Unknown Hero Agent Man leaves them, and find they called a computer. They both mention that this reminds them of the movie War Games.

They meet up with Suzie and she attempts to track where NINA is using the IP address.

There's a mention of the address possibly hidden in the computer coding, and Suzie mentions "data mining".

Now keep in mind- her father was guarding the computer and they needed him out of the way to gain access to the computer.

Now I just want to briefly mention AI.

Alan Turing was also well known for The Turing Test. This was a way to test a machine's ability to think like a human. So basically, it tests artificial intelligence (AI).

We have (subtle) references to movies featuring AI throughout the show that are worth mentioning:

War Games. Mike mentions "Joshua" who is the computer. "Joshua" is the AI villain in the movie who attempt to start WWIII.

The Terminator. Multiple references to this movie! The Terminator is an AI who travels back in time to kill.

2001: A Space Odyssey. In that movie, the main villain is "Hal" who is an AI that kills.

I do think the computer is the mind... likely both Will's and Mike's minds are important here. And like a computer, they have to access it in order to obtain important data... important memories.

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

Lacking Data

Collecting data and seeking insight in everything significant to his work, has always been Sherlock’s highest priority. And he’s been quite successful in his endeavours too. But when it came to personal matters regarding himself and romanticism, he declared defeat. Which he didn’t bother to linger on. Until one day, when he met a man, most people thought of as ordinary, even boring.

Sherlock encountered Mike Stamford one of the last days of January. When Mike asked how he’d been, Sherlock told him he was searching for someone.

“Dead or alive?” Mike asked with a grin.

Sherlock rolled his eyes exasperated.

“I could use a flatmate. Preferably a living one,” he retorted dryly. “But…”

He trailed off, and Mike prompted him to complete the sentence.

“As you know, I’m no easy man to be around. I can’t think of anyone wanting to share quarters with me.”

“Oh, don’t say that, Sherlock. I’m sure there’s someone out there that match your criteria,” the doctor assured him.

Sherlock just scoffed and turned back to the microscope.

***

The experiment proved to be fruitless, so he sent Molly to get him coffee. When the door opened, far too soon for it to be her, Sherlock startled. He was not prepared to see Mike again, but what made the detective almost lose it, was the man Mike brought with him.

Ex-military. Doctor. Psychosomatic limp. Deployed somewhere warm.

Slowly, Sherlock approached Mike’s old friend from medical school, John Watson.

His face was open, trusting. He didn’t hesitate when Sherlock said he needed a phone, which he really didn’t.

“Here. Take mine.”

“Afghanistan or Iraq?”

Sherlock didn’t need to seek insight. All of it was clear as day to him. Served on a silver plate. The phone told him the rest of the story. 

Granted, he’d been wrong about Harry, which John told him about the day after.

“There’s always something,” Sherlock muttered under his breath.

John just looked puzzled, but mostly awestruck. Not one word of mockery, distaste, or anger. Just: Amazing. Extraordinary. Brilliant.

When Sherlock told him what people normally said when he deduced them to shreds, John frowned and clenched his fist, the one not holding his cane.

It seemed like he was ready to punch the people who told Sherlock to piss off.

“Where have you been all my life?” he wanted to ask the remarkable man, but Sherlock was too afraid, so he stayed aloof, playing the sociopath he claimed to be.

***

Despite Angelo’s rather boisterous appearance, Sherlock always felt a calmness fall over him when he was around the man. He wanted to show John off to his Italian friend, and simultaneously letting John see a different side of Sherlock. It was a risk to let his guard down, but if his calculations were correct, the outcome would be glorious.

So, instead of biting John’s head off when he subtlety asked about Sherlock’s romantic preferences, he answered truthfully.

“Yes, John. I am unattached. Just like you.”

Sherlock couldn’t take his eyes off John’s tongue. It wet his lips continuously during the meal, and Sherlock wanted to taste it. The lack of data of how it would feel to kiss John and to be invaded by that rosy piece of flesh, almost drove the great detective mad. 

***

The chase through the city had never been so intoxicating and thrilling. John was right behind him, his cane safely taken care of by Angelo.

“Welcome to London.”

The American passenger in the taxi couldn’t believe the politeness of the British police, and Sherlock felt dizzy just listening to John’s incredulous laughter at the insane encounter.

They were breathless and giddy when they locked the black door of 221 Baker Street behind them.

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done!”

“And you invaded Afghanistan.”

A knock on the door. Sherlock gestured for John to open.

“It’s for you.”

John’s astounded look when he returned with his cane, brought by Angelo, made Sherlock’s stomach do a somersault.

“How?” John said and shook his head in disbelief.

He leant the cane on the wall and approached Sherlock carefully. When he stood toe-to-toe with him, John took a hold of Sherlock’s upper arms.

“You,” he said softly. “Do you even know what you’ve done to me, for me? How am I ever going to repay you, thanking you for letting the sun into my life again? For making me want to live.”

Sherlock just stared down at John, unable to grasp what he meant. He’d done nothing out of the ordinary. Well, to be fair, the idea of visiting Angelo’s had been a whim. Not at all planned beforehand. He was a bit perplexed that something impulsive could make such an impact. 

When Sherlock asked about that, after their fifteenth kiss, John told him he was wrong.

“It wasn’t dinner, Sherlock. I’ve been in that situation lots of times. It was the chase that made me feel alive and useful. Not that dinner wasn’t lovely, because it absolutely was, but it seems that running after you is one of those things I’m suddenly addicted to. Just as that sinful mouth of yours.”

And with that, their sixteenth kiss was a fact.

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[robobarbie]

"I'm afraid there's no getting out now. You're in 'til the end."

art by @saffein-e

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Aaaaaand the jam is jamming! Welcome to the start of our short hacker-sim otome project, "seekL".

We've finished up most of the fake programming logic already. Get ready to mine some data and extort some people! Yay! The UI you see there has a ways to go, so I'd ignore that for now. Polish comes later. First, our QA team (for now made up of only the lovely Selendri) has their work cut out for them.

Our solo love interest, odxny, has already gone through some iterations on their special mask. We'll see how that ends up as well by the end. The gorgeous call art is and will be all by @saffein-e! And, tying a nice bow on top, Mike Young will be our VA. I wonder where you've heard him before?

And music! We're teaming up with HIT3C to create some beats to hack to. He's already picked at some concepts for a couple tracks -- here's are some that he's started with.

Bringing odxny and their merry band of hackers to life is myself and Allie -- also, Destini is here. We aren't sure what they are doing yet. But I'm sure it'll be chaotic. Allie will be handling all the editing as well.

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Adonia work is continuing as scheduled. This is intended to be a short break, but not change our plans for the main game. Hope ya enjoy our morally gray hacker experience!

[raphaellight]

Mike vs Harvey: Genius, talent and hard work

Suits does present us Mike as a genius. Fotographic memory, mind capable of analyzing enourmous number of data in a span of minutes. He is also charming and fast-witted. A perfect lawyer.

And it was made a thing thruout most of the show. Mike is the Genius, the mind like no other. It would usually be a story about a scientist curing cancer or creating new technologies and exploring cosmos if it wasn't a show about lawyers.

And yet, by the end, Mike is not THE best lawyer there is. Even in his prime, Mike Ross never topped that one guy. The one that took it upon himself to mentor him.

How is it, that the Golden Child with superhuman brain can't top this man?

There are plenty of things to unpack. Just looking for a appropiate pic of Harvey I found an article discussing how to build confidence by emulating Harvey Specter. Suits isn't exacly the deepest show, but that one thing we can all realise on this particular fictional story. Brain power is not all there is.

Don't get me wrong, I do not sign under "there is no such thing as IQ, everyone is smart" ideas and Harvey is definitelly one of the smartest fictional characters. It just shows brain power doesn't always equals competence and greater talent doesn't always mean greater succes.

While Harvey can't recite hole passages of lawyers guide book he read 10 years ago or memorize hole aggrement down to a coma in ten minutes, his experience, lessons and passion he has for his craft make him excel at things brain power alone can't equate to. He reads people like books and knows exacly how to use it to judge the best business partners for decades in advance and how to convince said people to work with him. He has experienced enough to know when he can take a risk and bold enough to do it even against his own boss opinions. Even if Mike can quote all of the American corporate law, Harvey can quote enough of it needed to win any case he needs. And he is passionate enough that everyone knows he will do anything to win any case that comes his way.

I'm not here to give definitive answer on who's better lawyer. Seems like a contradiction to everything I wrote up until now, but at the end, Harvey specializes in corporate law where as Mike, driven by his idealistic ideas and need for helping others turns more towards lawsuits against unethical corporate practices, which he excells at. In later seasons, when Mike stops being MC, he is often referred as "jury charmer" or something like that, while Harver is "the closer" that rarely brings a case to actuall court. They have slightly different styles, take on different cases and, most important, have different motivations for practicing law.

A phew years back, a friend of mine told me to "stop focusing on whether or not can I understand a field and just enter it" when I voiced my own anxiety about finishing high school and putting myself on a more specialized carrier road. In the show about top of the top, lesson we need to take away is that, we can always fill in if we are passionate and hard working enough. Talent and genius can put people only so far ahead. Even Genius like Mike Ross can't top a man that puts his hole heart into something. And remember, both of them had to look for Louis Litt advice when they delt with finance law.

[oldgayjew]

Do you recall some of Trump's rants?

‘Vengeful’ Trump withheld disaster aid and will do so again, ex-officials warn

Former administration officials say Trump deliberately denied funds to states he deemed politically hostile

Donald Trump deliberately withheld disaster aid to states he deemed politically hostile to him as US president and will do so again unimpeded if he returns to the White House, several former Trump administration officials have warned.

As Hurricane Helene and then Hurricane Milton have ravaged much of the south-eastern US in the past two weeks, Trump has sought to pin blame upon Joe Biden’s administration for a ponderous response to the disasters, even suggesting that this was deliberate due to the number of Republican voters affected by the storms.

Former Trump administration officials have said the former president, when in office, initially refused to release federal disaster aid for wildfires in California in 2018, withheld wildfire assistance for Washington state in 2020, and severely restricted emergency relief to Puerto Rico in the wake of the devastating Hurricane Maria in 2017 because he felt these places were not sufficiently supportive of him.

The revelations, first reported upon by E&E News, have raised major doubts over what Trump’s response to disasters would be should he win next month’s presidential election. The former president has already been criticized for his role in spreading misinformation about Helene and Milton that has allegedly slowed the disaster response and even led to online death threats against Federal Emergency Management Agency (Fema) staff and metorologists.

“Trump absolutely didn’t want to give aid to California or Puerto Rico purely for partisan politics – because they didn’t vote for him,” said Kevin Carroll, former senior counselor to the homeland security secretary John Kelly during Trump’s term. Carroll said Kelly, later the president’s chief of staff, had to “twist Trump’s arm” to get him to release the federal funding via Fema to these badly hit areas.

“It was clear that Trump was entirely self-interested and vengeful towards those he perceived didn’t vote for him,” Carroll told the Guardian. “He even wanted to pull the navy out of Hawaii because they didn’t vote for him. We were appalled – these are American civilians the government is meant to provide for. The idea of withholding aid is antithetical to everything you want from in a leader.”

The effort to overcome Trump’s reluctance to provide aid for California succeeded only after the then-president was provided voting data showing that Orange county, heavily damaged by the wildfires, has large numbers of Republican voters, according to Olivia Troye, who was a homeland security adviser to the Trump White House.

“We had to sit around and brainstorm a way where he would agree to this because he looked at everything through a political lens,” Troye told the Guardian. “There were instances where disaster declarations would sit on his desk for days, we’d get phone calls all the time on how to speed things up, sometimes we had to get [Vice-President] Mike Pence to weigh in.

Republicans forget what he's said. It's well documented and there's even proof on videos. It's not FAKE News.

Romans 12:19-21"Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord".  

Proverbs 24:29"Do not say: 'I will do to him just as he has done to me; I will get even with him'".  

Leviticus 19:18A Jew should not take revenge or bear a grudge against a fellow Jew who has harmed him.  

The only reason that aid would be denied is if he knew that it wouldn't get to the people who needed it most ... such as the aid that was sent to Puerto Rico and stockpiled in warehouses so that the governor could say that Trump was denying aid and aid that lined the pockets of California politicians ... aid for wildfires was conditional that clearing of underbrush and cutting firebreaks was mandatory to prevent future fires ... the EPA refused to allow it ... the same EPA that valued the lives of "snail darters" over the lives of 23 firefighters that perished because the wouldn't allow a water drop taken from their habitat ...

You also cite sources that are laughable at best and deceitful at large ... you turn the story to match your narrative by claiming "partisanship" and against non-supporters ... Obozo did that in Texas and other states that opposed him ... clean up your own back yard before you look at others ...

[mikefaistslut]

anything for you

chapter 2:

(reminder: this is my first writing anything ever! pls keep that in mind. another reminder, this is entirely a work of fiction based on Mike Faist. Enjoy! <3)

He was so pretty it was hard to make eye contact as I spoke to him.

"Emma," I say with a smile as I reach my hand out to shake his. He has a kind smile, I think to myself as his hand touches mine. With that, he puts his own things away and gets comfortable for the long journey ahead. As the remainder of the passengers board the plane and a flight attendant shuts the door, I feel my whole body tense up. In just a few minutes, the plane is going to take off into the sky, and I'm going to feel like I'm dying. I try to think of things to distract myself. The color of the airplane seats, the number of passengers I can see straight ahead of me, and whether I'm going to choose diet Coke or ginger ale when the flight attendant comes by later to offer us refreshments. All of my tactics work until I feel the plane begin to shift forward. Slowly at first, circling the tarmac towards the runway. Then, all at once; reaching over 100 mph. As I feel the plane lift off the ground and tuck its wheels under, I feel myself start to breathe quicker, and my eyes clench shut.

As the plane begins to climb in the air, I feel a hand grab ahold of mine that's been clenching the armrest since I sat down. "Are you okay?" Mike speaks softly, understanding the stress I'm obviously under. I nod, not really being able to talk.

"Squeeze my hand. Hard as you need to." He opens his hand up and I let my fingers intertwine with his, squeezing as hard as I want to, just like he said. I feel a little more comfortable in his presence. I gain a little confidence.

"Ask me something. Ask me anything." My own mind is no longer enough to keep me distracted. "What's your favorite color?" He asks. "Maybe something a little less personal," I tease, still clutching his hand. "Right, my bad. What do you think happens when we die?" He pushes back. "Purple," is all I can think to say. He laughs.

At this point, the plane has fully ascended into the air and we're coasting at a steady pace.

"Thank you for that, really. I've never been good with that part of the flight. Or the coming back down, now that I think about it. So I'll be needing you again in about ten hours." He chuckles and rubs circles onto the back of my hand with his thumb. At this point, I realize I'm still holding on very tightly to his hand. I could've held onto that hand for the rest of my life. However, not wanting to appear creepy, I politely gave the man his hand back.

"So what brings you to London?" He asks. "Personal trip, actually. I've always wanted to go. I've been saving up for years. What about you?"

"I'm actually going for work. I'll be in play on the West End." That really caught my attention. "Really? What play?" He could've said he was going on a business trip as a data reconfiguration analyst and I still would've hung on to every word he said, but an actor in a play was so unbelievably cool.

"You ever seen Brokeback Mountain? Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger? Gay cowboys?"

"Duh? So someone turned it into a play? That's SO cool. So who are you playing?" I asked, now fully intrigued.

"Jack, actually! I'm really excited." He smiled proudly, as he should have. "Woah! Well, I've been dying to see a play on the West End. Maybe I'll get tickets to come and see you."

"You should! Seeing at least one friendly face in the crowd would be nice." He smiles at me again, the most beautiful, tight-lipped smile.

I feel my cheeks heat up. "So is acting a full-time gig, or do you have anything else to keep you busy?" As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize how insulting that must sound. He smirks back at me as my eyes get wide, realizing how rude I just was. I worry I've ruined this whole flirtatious interaction we've been having. Luckily, he just chuckles back at me and says, "Um, you know I haven't been asked that question in a long time. I suppose acting is it for me at the moment."

"Just stage plays, or anything I might've seen?" I quickly recover.

"Yeah, mostly stage plays. A couple of short films, nothing serious." He was being modest, I could tell. But I didn't push any further.

As the flight went on and I stared out the window, it began to feel very difficult to keep my eyes open. I closed my window, allowing myself to drift away.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

I felt a warm breath on my face as I woke up. I look to my left and see that Mike has laid his head on my shoulder as he's fallen asleep. I stare at him as long as I want to, as he's not awake to catch me admiring him. I glance out the window, looking out into the night sky a couple of times, before continuing to memorize every detail of his gorgeous face. I see his lips start to upturn into a smile.

"You like me." He says, matter of fact, with his eyes still closed. "You think I'm really cute and funny and you like me."

"Were you awake the entire time I was staring at you?" He opens his eyes. "The entire 45 minutes? Kind of. I was in and out. You definitely like me." He finally looks up at me.

"Were you always this bold or did you develop that in the theatre?" I say, gaining some confidence of my own.

"In the theatre, definitely. I never would've had the confidence to look a girl like you in the eyes before, let alone speak to you without stuttering." He said, taking his head off my shoulder.

The boys I'd dated in my hometown never made me feel pretty, but Mike, the theater boy from the plane, made me feel absolutely breathtaking. I couldn't help but smile. It scared me, the feelings I had for this man that were developing so quickly.

"Well, you like me too. Otherwise, you would've found my staring incredibly weird and off-putting, so." He laughs yet again. I love making him laugh.

"You're not wrong. I want to know more about you. I know your name is Emma and your favorite color is purple. Are you from Ohio? Or was that a connecting flight, maybe?" My heart was starting to race a little bit. "I am from Ohio, actually. I grew up about 30 minutes from Columbus, in Gahanna. You know it?"

I watched his eyes get wide and his smile get even wider. "I grew up in Gahanna. I actually was just here for a few weeks visiting my family." I cocked my head to the side.

"No shit? Small world, huh? How come we've never met?"

"How old are you again? What year did you graduate high school?" He began to look a little cautious.

"24! I graduated in 2017. What about you?" He seemed to relax a little bit.

"I graduated in 2009, but it was a year early, so I was originally class of 2010. I turned 31 in January. Is it weird that I still like you?"

"Not even a little bit. It'd be weird if I was five years or so younger." I smiled at him and laid my head on his shoulder this time.

"Good. Because I really really like you. Would you want to get dinner sometime while you're in London?" I watched him think for a few seconds. "Actually, how long are you staying, now that I think about it?" "I'll be here for about 2 weeks. What about you?"

"It really depends on how well the show is doing, but probably through the whole summer." He lifted his arm so I could lay my head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around me. A bold move, but I felt comfortable with him for some reason. A flight attendant came over the intercom and announced that we'd be landing soon. As we landed, I gave him my phone number so he could message me when he wanted.

"I'd love to get dinner, just let me know when," I told him as we both gathered our belongings. After about twenty minutes or so, we were finally able to deplane. I looked at him, suddenly feeling attached, hoping this wasn't the last time I was ever going to see him.

We walked together through the long process that was getting out of the airport. As we walked out into the cool air of the London night, we turned to each other and he promised to see me soon. I hoped he was telling the truth. He kissed me on the cheek and lingered, only for a moment, then smiled at me and got into a taxi, waving goodbye.

My cheek felt so warm. I already missed him.

He messaged me about an hour later, as I got settled into my hotel room.

"So, how's tomorrow night?" I think I'm in love.

[bullet-prooflove]

Sober sequel to “doing lines and crossing all of mine”?

Mike is fucking mortified.

He can't stand to look at you for more than a second because he can feel the colour creeping across his cheeks and a stirring in his groin.

It makes team meetings awkward.

You on the other hand seem completely unfazed by the event. You treat him the same way you've always treated him and that makes him question himself.

He knows he didn't fucking imagine your hand his hair, tugging at the roots, or that promise.

"I'm worth waiting for."

Fuck, just thinking about your voice in that sultry tone makes him hard.

He doesn't like being like this, he feels reckless and out of control and he's not that man. Captain Duarte has an iron clad grip on all of his shit but when it comes to you... he doesn't.

He finally approaches you about it when your working the late shift. Your partner is out on a food run and your inputting the data from your log book onto that system.

"We need to talk." He says when he summons you into his office. "About what I said, and what I did."

You shrug your shoulders.

"It happens." You state simply.

He realises what you're doing, letting him off the hook. This doesn't need to be a thing between you but...

He kinda wants it to be.

The problem is it comes with so many complications, not just for him but for you as well.

"Is that all Captain?" You ask interrupting his thoughts, Mike sighs before settling back in his seat.

"Yea." He tells you. "That's it for now."

[mimikip-stuff]

Okay- so I've seen SHB (super horror bro) do a review of the new Bendy content we got today, and I've recorded it with my friends as well. I've also seen a few other opinions and I'm gonna give mine:

First of all, this new content was sort of a game? Very unfinished and I think the point was to showcase more of what was to come with a tease and some game announcements.

I will agree with Halfusek on this: Mike Mood is a cunt and definitely kept this unfinished on purpose because he's a bitter bitch about the fans and all the data miners and theorists

However, I think TheMeatly is trying his hardest to keep people in the fandom happy with new games and fresh ideas. I'm very excited for B3NDY and Silent City personally, because I want to know more about GENT and their role in making Bendy and Dudley and the colored ink. It's all too shrouded for it not to be suspicious.

I liked what we got, because it'll hold us over until THE CAGE comes out and it keeps us on our toes. Just because something was a flop now doesn't mean the future content will flop. We just have to have patience and see what happens.

No matter what, I am staying in this fandom. This is a home to me and where I met all the friends I've come to know and love. I have my au's, I have my characters, and no one's opinion is gonna change that no matter how large of an icon they are in a fandom.

TLDR: The new content was a little underwhelming, but we have new games to look forward to. I will remain in the fandom despite harsh opinions from others.

[bloomingbiz]

AI AGAINST LobbyistS: How to Fight Against Political Bribery and Government Corruption 2024!

May 6  Written By Michael Segaline   Abstract: Bottom Line Up Front: While the frequency of lobbyist donations is increasing, the donation amount is random.   This study investigates the predictability of yearly lobbyist donations using a Random Forest model. The null hypothesis posits that the yearly distribution of lobbyist donations is random and unpredictable, while the alternative…

[loudcloudpost]

Super Brawl 2: Nu, Pogodi! VS Warioware inc

Wario: hey your!

Artem: why did I have this one in doing more time.

Seryoga: that's it should have you her son just wario,

Wario: hmm.....

Wario: yeah that was a big guy warioware didn't like his you're computer?

Mojo Jojo: says he was going on his didn't see,

King Nixels: (laugh.) you'll be sure up right away if you're mine so don't sometimes feel that wario,

Young Cricket: yeah its just a little don't think l and I bugs?

Master Mantis: was a serious man and the one that got the pleasure,

Young Cricket: you'll have to ruin everything know about pop artem just like you did sorry pretty much Hesheh!

Satanick and Leopold: see further used it all the way down touches his mona as this!

Kote Marakui: look. do not know the nixel?

Ninja Nixels: Nix, Nix, Nix, Nix, Nix, Nix, Nix, Nix, Nix, Nix, Nix, Nix, Nix, Nix,

Takoyama: (laugh occasionally) aah don't nixels don't nixel?

Mickey and Rainbow Dash: are you looking to Ashley,

Ashley: Uh...

Ashley: no worries sorry...

Red: Ahh... no no no no wash didn't mean to you would have a king...?

Mona: wait, when do I need to get a hold stop it just wanna use the she gave it these changes but if you have any questions about money!

9-Volt and 18-Volt: just send you game!

Kat and Ana: yes it would ninja!!!

Dribble: oh easy so we will make sure that artem?

Spitz: meow. said back up could wait till it gets to me,

Penny: said that you are going artem really appreciate it hope you're able go elsewhere!

Orbulon: does not mean that ghost is the fool either when time mickey,

5-Volt: is the only key ever available either with as rich with satanick data you're mine,

Lulu: just wanna anglow monsters?

Epic Anglow: aaaagggghhhhh. nom,

Lulu: AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Jimmy T: ugh... see eyes I am sure you are jimmy t, something eyes are open for volcano days and you got man, come on! let's go dancing,

Artem: aaauh man. come on let's get started, we can get together and team!!!

Wario and Artem: firewall!!!!!!!!

Warioware and Artem Ware: YEAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

(Thing ever happened warioware and artem ware did super brawl 2, fighting every it was artem during it move have made me feel like.)

Mike: hm.... enjoy the time and robot drive bad stuff artem down tomorrow as you've been doing more about where you're going with the end universe have you sure it should (laugh)

(THE END,)

[hyperfocusedcloneshipper]

[wbg 166 spoilers] What did you think when Michael was talking about consolidating with Mike?! I'm dying to know, it wasn't an idea that had really occurred to me but now that it's been brought up I'm fascinated by it. Like, of all the iterations to consolidate, those two specifically!!

Ohhhhhhh boy. I sure did have thoughts during that scene. Mainly that it *couldn't* be Michael because at this point I cannot see him ever suggesting consolidating with Mike.

Like the idea of them consolidating is sort of horrifying at this point because they are such distinct people from one another who seem to have experienced such different timelines before they lived together (and since Mike has returned to his time period).

Like just imagine the propagation risk involved with something like that!

It's interesting to think about because at that point would the resulting iteration even HAVE a time period of origin? Like Mike's is supposed to be 5 years in the future and Michael's is supposed to be 10 years in the future but if they consolidate, what does that really mean for them? What is the "home time period" anymore? What does this mean for connectivity? Surely if there was connectivity between Mike and Michael (which, I personally do not think there is, but I will save my Latvia Mike is actually a grown-up—and probably disconnected—OverMike for another time), consolidating with one another breaks that connectivity.

I will say that I can definitely see someone using forced consolidation of different Mikes Walters to create a unique iteration that has access to memories of the core trio's individual experiences, which admittedly could be extremely powerful because they'd have a way of directly comparing how each of the three (Mikey, Mike, and Michael) experienced the timeline and identify what was different. Like there is some extremely beneficial data-mining you could do with this technique. Though it sounds like such a high human cost, both for the individual iterations forced to consolidate, but also the resulting iteration. Like, MW had a heck of a time trying to resolve his identity and those 32 iterations were all OverMikes who had only been separated for a matter of weeks or months. Five years separation and and two completely different experiences of the timeline sounds like it would impossible to reconcile. Who would that person even be then.

Then again. Maybe they'd be Nobody. :)

Thanks for the ask! 💕

[spokaneartificialintelligence]

What is a podcast and how does it work in 2025? Data Mining Mike @ksps_pbs

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Reflections

Despite everything, it's still him....

Setting: Pre-Ruin

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Time: ??? Hurricane, Utah

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When Damien entered the room, it was to see Mike Schmidt sitting quietly in his favorite armchair, his gaze on his right hand as he slowly flexed it open and closed. A faint shimmer of blue mist revealed itself briefly before fading from view again. Damien watched it fade before looking up at the old man’s expression. Impassive as ever, Mike took ‘guarded’ to an art level after a lifetime of having to defend against all sorts of monsters in the dark.

“You wanted to see me, Old Man?” Damien greeted cautiously. Everyone was still recovering from what had happened deep underground in that animatronic manufacturing facility. There was still a sense of unease about everything the group had found down there, including the two mercenaries that butted heads with Mike and Jeremy long ago. Their Remnant had been released after some deal-making with one of the spirits bound to Meera’s knife, vanishing and hopefully sent somewhere they wouldn’t cause trouble.

But Mike had stood apart from the group, staring up at the machine that had been displaying their images alongside generations of animatronics designed and built by the Aftons to hunt each of them down and collect data from them. His own photo had been up there with the original Fazband, but the display that projected Remnant sample data for a few of the others remained blank for him. Mike’s countering and evading the animatronics had been too good, honed for years and aided with 6 returning his old skills from ghost possession.

Far as Damien cared, it was best that way. If Elizabeth Afton was trying to reassemble William Afton’s soul by feeding it the Remnant of the Guards, then giving him any part of the Strength to Survive or the Warmth of Life would have been seriously bad news.

“Yeah, thinkin’ of giving this shit back,” Mike remarked, twirling his fingers so the mist would rise up again, shimmering blue against his skin. Damien furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Give back Six? He’s your Remnant, not mine,” he pointed out warily. “You infused that taser of yours with it, gave it your intent and will; that’s basically the closest to a copy of you as a ghost while you’re still alive as we can get.” Damien gestured at Mike’s hand. “I just borrowed him for a while when I found him, same as Seven for Jeremy. You’re meant to keep him until the end of your days.”

“The Strength to Survive..,” Mike sighed tiredly, gazing down at the blue mist winding around his fingers and wrist, “All I do is survive when I just wanna live. And this thing’ll make me just keep survivin’, huh? Cuz that’s all it knows to do, make sure I survive whatever shit gets thrown at me.” He scowled up at the television nearby, some soap opera playing that didn’t mean anything to either of them. Damien rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Well, that’s kinda what you’re known for, but that doesn’t really tell me why you wanna pass Six on to-,” he rambled.

“Cuz I’m old, I’m tired, and I’m done with this shit,” Mike bit out, eyes flinty behind the sheen of his glasses. “I just wanna live out my days with Doll, and I wanna rest with her when that time comes.” He lifted his hand, now fully enveloped with the blue flame of Remnant that was indicative of 6. “This? It’s gonna keep me going long after her, whether I want it or not,” he growled, “I’m no Afton; I don’t wanna end up some shell of a man trapped in a hell of my own makin’ just cuz death is comin’.”

Damien stilled, eyebrows rising as quiet realization passed over him. “Six was made from the curse inflicted on you at Freddy’s,” he breathed out in soft horror, chocolate brown eyes flickering emerald green for the briefest of moments. “Rejecting death, enduring and ensuring you survive anything, doing everything possible to keep you alive, those were your emotions back then, and Six is using all that to basically make you.. immortal? Long-lived?” He looked at his own hands. “You wanna be able to die like everyone else one day, and all the bullshittery at Freddy’s is still affecting you, keeping you bound here.”

Mike just threw him a finger-gun, mock firing a shot with a sardonic grin.

Silence stretched between them and eventually Mike sighed again, an aggravated sound as he got to his feet and winced at the popping of his knees and shoulders. He stretched to loosen up then approached the still somber man looking guilty in his doorway. “Despite all the Fazfuckery, I managed to get a good life outta this,” Mike told Damien quietly, “Lost my childhood, struggled growin’ up, but I met Doll.. I met Jeremy.. I helped set my old friends free. Got married, had a kid, walked her down the aisle to her wife; I lived a good life.” He gestured with his flame-wrapped hand idly. “And I wanna be able to rest with Doll with those memories. My part in this is done and I’m not gettin’ any younger. Dealing with Afton and his shit, ‘fraid that’s gonna be on you guys.”

Damien looked up at him finally, blinking rapidly. He sniffed, rubbing at his nose. “You, uh.. you talked to anyone else about this?” he asked, “Cuz what you’re saying, what you’re asking....”

“I’ll let ‘em know in due time,” Mike told him firmly, “My choice. You gonna take Six back or am I gonna have to attach it to something myself?”

“No, no, I’ve got it!” Damien replied quickly, eyes wide as he held out his hands cupped together, “I’ll look after him.” He frowned a bit, looking up at Mike again with green eyes as the older man watched the blue flame withdraw from his body, streams of mist pulling away and pooling into a sphere over his palm. “Thing is, you’ve been around a lot of Remnant, been cursed and uncursed and cursed again,” Damien pointed out in a low voice, “The missing kids, me, Vincent; we’ve all been through that and reincarnated. There’s a good chance it could happen to you, too, and Six will want to go back to you.”

“I don’t go anywhere without Doll now,” Mike replied flatly, “Life, death, all fuckery unless I’m there with her. Reincarnation ain’t shit; I’m not going through it.” He dropped the ball of Remnant into Damien’s hands, then shrugged as he shook off his hand of the last dregs of mist. “But if it happens, I’m gonna do my damnedest to stay outta Afton’s radar. Be pissed as fuck about it, but if I keep my head down maybe it’ll keep my Remnant from stickin’ to the world a second time. Hell if I know.”

“Got a point there. We don’t know if we can reincarnate more than once,” Damien mused aloud, allowing the grief-bound Remnant to flow into himself, a faint number ‘6’ appearing on the back of his right hand before fading from sight. “I hope you have a good rest of your life with your family, Mr. Schmidt,” he murmured with a sad smile, “And I’m sorry for getting you involved in all of this again.”

“The fuck you apologizin’ for? You were doin’ your job, I was doin’ mine, don’t say sorry for doin’ yer job!” Mike grouched and waved him off as he headed for the television to change the channel, “Lemme enjoy my retirement! Too old for this bullshit....”

Damien just smiled more warmly at the old man before leaving. The others were going to have a meeting about what to do with all the information and equipment they managed to grab from the facility. Somewhere in all that there should be some clues as to Afton’s next plan. Surely she wouldn’t have given up on trying to resurrect her daughter and William Afton, right?

Within the year, Mike and Doll got their wish and laid to rest one final time, together.

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Present Day

Damien felt his eye twitch and his hand itch as he stared down at Gregory’s newest creation in the workshop. “I’m all for creative uses of the leftovers in Jeremy’s shop but, uh,” he began and swirled a finger over the amalgamation of scrap parts while Gregory beamed up at him, “what the hell is this?”

“It’s a laser blaster arm for Freddy!” the boy declared proudly, folding his arms over his chest as Jeremy walked into the workshop with a puzzled squint, “One of my many planned upgrades for him. Pretty cool huh?”

“Have either of you seen my pen laser? Helpy got himself tangled up in some cabling and trying to pull any part of it makes him scream murder. Figured it’d be easier to just cut him out of it,” the older man said in lieu of a greeting. Damien looked up at him, then down at the ‘upgrade’ and Gregory’s attempt at looking innocent, widening his eyes and pursing his lips.

“Tools don’t count as leftover scraps,” he stated flatly, mildly amused at the facade dropping quickly into a scowl on Gregory’s face.

“I was only borrowing it for a demonstration!” Gregory quickly rebuked but disconnected the tool and set it out for Jeremy to collect.

“Ask before borrowing,” Jeremy lectured before walking off to untangle the Securi-Toy. Damien and Gregory watched him leave the shop before looking back at each other over the disarmed arm.

“So.. why, exactly, are you making a gun for Freddy?” Damien asked warily. Clearly those mercenaries were being a bad influence on him somehow. Alex harboring some strange rivalry with Jeremy over software must be rubbing off or something.

“Cuz when we break into the Pizzaplex again to get the programming chips from the other Glamrocks I want Freddy to be able to stun them for me and keep them stunned while I get the chips out,” Gregory replied in a matter-of-fact tone. Damien narrowed his eyes at the boy.

“Who said you were going back in there?” he argued, “If anything, us Guards should be the ones to go in and see what information we can find about what the Aftons are up to. Since we couldn’t confirm her death, we’ll have to assume Elizabeth is still alive and still planning to resurrect her family.” Gregory scoffed at him.

“Not in that wreckage, she ain’t,” he pointed out, folding his arms over his chest again, “You guys might have been running around in the Pizzaplex atrium and lobby, but I’m the one who set the foundation on fire and fucked up that sinkhole enough to bring the place down.”

“Bravo, you want a cookie for that?” Damien drawled, clapping his hands sarcastically before resting his hands on his hips, a concerned frown on his face. “Look, you’re a kid who went through hell once already. It’d be better if you just stayed out of this and lived a regular life. Or as regular as you can get with that family you managed to pull together....”

“No way, not until I get Freddy’s friends back and fix them!” Gregory shot back, glaring up at him, “I wrecked them and now I wanna save them.”

It was a noble idea, but also a pretty stupid one. The risks attached to trying to pull the A.I. from those animatronics were high, especially with the knowledge that Gregory was the person Elizabeth Afton had intended to use as a new body for William Afton. Putting him anywhere near the Pizzaplex could be disastrous. Damien pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling a headache coming on.

“Have you thought about how those animatronics might react to you, with them aware that you’re the one who wrecked them?” he asked carefully. Surely he thought this through, right? Gregory’s slightly guilty expression was a bit reassuring. “That’s not something you can just take out of their memories. That’ll leave gaps in them and they won’t understand why you took them from where they’re supposed to be, from their view.”

“I could say sorry for shattering them?” Gregory replied weakly, wringing his fingers together, “And I wouldn’t take those memories! I mean, I lost so much of mine, so.. I wouldn’t wanna do that to them.”

Damien sighed in sympathy. This kid.... “Why are you so hellbent on getting those animatronics’ chips? They were built to capture kids like you and hand them over to Afton to die in her plans,” he asked genuinely. This was kind of baffling; the only other animatronic that anyone went to lengths to retrieve was Circus Baby, and that was because Meera had dedicated her life to completing her grandmother’s mission to retrieve her brother’s soul, a digitized version of it that ended up inside Circus Baby as her A.I. system. With Digital Lucian secured, she then turned her attention to taking down the other copy of him, the malevolent Master File that had vanished with Elizabeth Afton in the Pizzaplex.

Glamrock Freddy also had a spirit possessing him serving as his A.I., his sentience and ‘soul’; Michael Henry Afton, Meera’s benefactor for the pizzeria trap that was intended to destroy the collection of haunted animatronics and put an end to Emelia and William Afton’s schemes to gather Remnant for themselves.

But the rest of the Glamrock band, Chica, Roxy, and Monty, didn’t have any indications of being possessed by spirits. They were just machines, so what was the point?

“It’s not their fault,” Gregory muttered, glaring at the floor as his hands tightened into fists. “I was pissed at them for trying to get me that night, yeah. Who wouldn’t be pissed that a bunch of robotic assholes keep trying to jump ‘em till 6AM? ..But Freddy said they were originally programmed to just entertain people, do their thing like Circus Baby does, and the way they were acting wasn’t normal for them. So, it must be something Afton did to them.. like what she wanted to do to me and Vanessa.” His expression was frustrated, ruddy cheeks scrunched up as his eyes watered, and Damien felt his gut twist even as twinges of familiarity prodded at his memory.

“And if you guys made all that effort to save me, you and Freddy and Vanessa, then it’s only fair that I try my damnedest to get back into that hellsite and save Freddy’s old friends from Afton too!” Gregory declared at last, turning a fierce expression up at Damien, “To hell with keeping my head down and just living like nothing happened! I’m not gonna rest until I help bring down Afton and Fazbear Entertainment for good! So all of us can be free and not worry about kids disappearing and getting turned into Remnant A.I. or eaten up by that burnt up rabbit thing!”

Damien’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. Okay, the kid had a hell of a conviction. Maybe he actually could handle the supernatural bullshit going on with that company?

“I guess if you’re going in with all of us, it might be okay,” he finally relented cautiously, “You already proved you could survive six hours in a Fazbear pizzeria; gotta be tough to do that.” Gregory muttered something under his breath and Damien narrowed his eyes. “What was that?” he asked.

“Nothin’~!” Gregory chimed in response, beaming up at him with saccharine smiles.

For some reason, Damien could almost see a sardonic grin reflected in the boy’s expression. But then the moment passed when Gregory asked to borrow his staff for another upgrade experiment.

“No! For the last time, we’re not weaponizing Freddy Fazbear! Stop playing those old retro games; they’re giving you stupid ideas!”

[aquietwritingcorner]

You are approached by ICE!Donnie, Hunter, and Uncle Mike from cabin 14! They appear to be handing out modified walky-talkys for Prank week.

ICE!Donnie: "Although pranks are meant to be light hearted and fun for all, there is still a chance that things can get a bit dangerous. If you ever feel unsafe, just activate this device, and we'll head to your location straight away!"

After they are out of earshot, ICE!Donnie chuckles to himself.

ICE!Donnie: "Little do they know, after activation, the device actually hacks into their credit card account and transfers their money to mine!"

Uncle Mike: "Are you sure that actually counts as a prank?"

ICE!Donnie: "Anythings fair in fun and games!"

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Uncle Mike belongs to @languajix

Hunter belongs to @twignotstick

(From @leilanising-sideblog @languajix and @twignotstick for @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion for my Little Don 2003 AU)

Splinter looked up from Donnie and the tubes of what looked like paint he had taken from the eight-year-old, and considered the three that stood before him. He took the walkie-talkie from the one who handed it to him with a nod of thanks. "It is good to see that some are looking out for others safety. While I am positive that no one wishes for anyone to be hurt, having this extra safety measure is much appreciated."

He handed it off to his son who, he knew, would immediately begin looking at the device. True to character, and knowing what his father wanted, Donnie stopped casting nervous looks towards the tube of paint Splinter was holding, and instead turned all of his attention towards the walkie-talkie. Splinter watched as the three walked away, his ears flicking just as bit as he caught the tones from the other group, if not the exact words.

"My son?" he asked, looking down at where Donnie was now seated on the ground, tools from his belt around him as he dismantled the device.

"Ohhhh," he said. "This isn't just a walkie-talkie," he said. "It's got data transmitting capabilities, and RFID scanning capabilities."

"Meaning?" Splinter asked.

"It'll scan your stuff and steal your data and send it somewhere," Donnie said, his face serious. "That's not good."

Splinter hummed. "No, it is not." Thinking quickly, he gave Donnie back the tubes of paint. "I will not ask questions about this now. However, I will go and warn others of this device. Thank you, my son."

Donnie grinned, and gave the somewhat dismantled walkie-talkie to his father, before gathering up his tools and the paint. "Thank you, Father!" he said, and scampered off.

Splinter shook his head, and then set out, determined to warn others of what this device could do.