#hyperfuse

[holylulusworld]

TOL - Swaying - Ari Levinson

Summary: He'd love to dance with you for the rest of his life.

Pairing: Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance Instructor!Reader

Side-pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Sunshine (different reader)

Warnings: fluff, smitten Ari, mentions of stalking, violence, reader getting attacked (not Ari), I mention suicide (nothing happens)

A/N: This is part of my Traders of love (lust) masterlist series. It tells the story of Ari and his girl Fairy. For more information, you should read TOL - I’m your daddy now (2 + 3) first.

Ari puffs out a huff. He glares at the man he pays to get a chance with you. His hands ball into fists, as it seems that Lloyd has better things to do than help him.

“Sunshine, you look beautiful.” Lloyd is all over his girlfriend. He grins like the cat that got the cream when he moves his hands to her ass to grope it. “I’m glad we came here for a dance lesson.”

“Lloyd,” his girlfriend says. “We came here to help your client. Mr. Levinson doesn’t look happy. If you don’t stop, you’ll draw too much attention to us. The last thing we need is to lose a client. Mr. Levinson pays well.”

“Aw, all business and no fun,” Lloyd purrs and grabs a handful of Sunshine’s ass. He grins while slowly twirling her toward Ari. Lloyd smirks at Ari and winks at him before starting to slow dance with his girlfriend.

“You’re a natural, Mr. Hansen!” You gasp while watching the new pair that signed up for your dance class take over the dance floor. “Look at you! You’re light-footed, and your posture is just perfect.” You clap your hands. “Why did you come here?”

“You see,” Lloyd tries to focus on the song and not step on his girlfriend’s feet while struggling to come up with a lie: “I can dance like Fred Astaire, but my Sunshine is rather clumsy. She steps on my feet all the time.”

You chuckle because his girlfriend gives him the stinky eye. “Oh, don’t worry, Mr. Hansen,” you softly say. “She’s doing just great. With a partner like you, she’ll be even better in no time.”

“Ahem...” you dip your head when Mr. Levinson clears his throat. He’s the only one coming to your dance class without a partner. He’s a little clumsy and has barely made any progress over the last two months. “Miss Y/L/N, uh, I got no partner, and I still got problems with the steps.”

Ari gives you a sheepish smile, making your heart flutter. If not for your strict rules to not get involved with people coming to your classes, you’d fall hard for the handsome man.

“Well, let me be your partner then,” you chuckle and hold out your hand. Ari takes the chance to get you in his arms. He’s a little too eager to put his right arm between your left arm and your body, and places his hand on your back.

You place your left hand on his shoulder. “We will start all over, Ari. I need you to extend your left arm to your left.” You watch him follow your instructions before you take his left hand with your right hand. Ari closes his hand around your smaller ones. He stares at your hand and licks his lips. “Very good.”

He nods while knitting his brows together. Ari seems to be hyperfused about following your instructions. “Remember to not pull me in tight. A waltz is a classic dance, and we cannot have chest-to-chest contact. It’s not an intimate dance.”

Ari nods again, but his face falls. He had hoped to have you closer tonight.

You nod at him as the next song begins. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen. This is one of the most romantic songs for a waltz. I want you all to give your best.”

Murmurs fill the room. Lloyd is pressing his dance partner close to his chest, earning a slap from her and a headshake from you. He grins and moves his hand from her back to her butt.

“Mr. Hansen, we do not make out during a waltz. Save it for the tango we will learn in a few weeks.” You give Lloyd a stern look before turning your attention toward Ari. “Alright, the others are doing well on their own. Let’s focus on us.”

Us. Two letters - one word makes Ari’s heart skip a beat. He flashes you a smile, even though he’d love to be as forward as Lloyd. But he knows you’re not the kind of woman he can impress by just taking what he wants.

“Alright, tonight you will take the lead, Mr. Levinson.” You explain the steps for the waltz to Ari again. He nods and listens closely while staring at you in his arms.

“Please call me Ari,” he says, flashing you an irresistible smile. You sigh because you’re close to breaking your rules for the charming man.

“I don’t do this,” you softly reply.

He dips his head, disappointment written all over his face.

“Fine, if you get it right tonight, I’ll call you Ari from now on,” you challenge. Ari is far from a good dancer, and you know he’ll fail again.

“We have a deal,” determination colors his features as he doesn’t wait any longer. He steps toward you, and you respond by backing up out of instinct. Ari steps back, pulling you along with him with his hand on your back.

You stare into his eyes as Ari, the worst dancer you ever met, suddenly turns into a ballroom dancer. He sways with you, nearly taking you off of your feet as he dominates the whole room. Everyone stops dancing to watch you and Ari on the dance floor. He smirks while you incredulously stare at him.

“How... how can you suddenly be so good?” You try to keep up with him, but honestly, he’s the first man to take your breath away because he gets faster and faster. He grins while you can’t fathom that he suddenly can dance.

“Motivation is the key,” he laughs, pressing you to his chest. This is not a waltz any longer. It’s a courtship dance, and Ari is about to win it. “...and I had an incredibly good teacher. She taught me everything I need to know about dancing.”

“Not everything,” you giggle as he twirls you around. “Ari, that’s not a waltz. What are you doing?”

“Dancing with my beautiful dance instructor,” he grins and presses you even closer to his warm body. “She put so much effort into turning this clumsy man into a dancer.”

You feel heat rush into your cheeks at the way Ari looks at you. He’s the kind of man who wants you to break all the rules. “You’re doing pretty well.”

“Poser!“ Lloyd grunts in your direction. He tried to impress his girlfriend, and now Ari is drawing all the attention toward him.

“Now, now. No jealousy or fighting in my dance class, Mr. Hansen,” you playfully point your finger at Lloyd. “You did well too for your first dance lesson.”

You end the dance, a little lightheaded but happy that Ari made such great progress.

“I’m sorry to tell you, but our lesson is already over. We see us next Wednesday,” you clap your hands. “You all did very well. I’m very happy about your progress.”

You rush off before Ari gets the chance to talk to you. He sighs and watches you walk toward your office in the back.

“Did you find anything, Lloyd?” Ari looks around the dark alley. “Hansen! I hope you aren't too busy groping your girlfriend.”

“Shush!” Lloyd presses his index finger to his lips. “While you were busy getting all cozy with your dance instructor, my minions checked her office. We can talk about her finances, and all I found out tomorrow.” He dips his head to watch the last pair get into their car. “It’s too dangerous here. You don’t want her to find us together talking about her business.”

“Tomorrow morning then,” Ari nods. He looks at his keys and phone in his hands. “Fuck, I forgot my jacket.”

“Maybe Y/N is still inside,” Lloyd’s girlfriend says. She gives Ari a soft smile. “She seems to like you, Mr. Levinson.”

“How do you want to know, Sunshine?” Lloyd asks.

“A woman knows,” she grins. “Get in the car, Fred Astaire. The babysitter wants to go home. We don’t have all night.”

“Coming,” Lloyd grins. “And by coming, I mean I’ll come inside you.”

Ari doesn’t want to hear about Lloyd’s sex life. He turns to walk back inside the dance school.

“Y/N?” He knocks at the door to the back entrance. “I’m coming in,” he says, pushing the door open and silently entering the school. “Y/N? I don’t want to scare you. I forgot my jacket and wallet. Sorry to disturb you.”

He listens closely, waiting for an answer, only to hear something crash to the ground. Ari immediately sets into motion. He runs toward your office to kick the door open.

His breath lodges in his throat after seeing a man grab your arm. Ari’s eyes darken, and he’s about to shoot the man in the head. But he can’t. Not in front of you.

“Let go of her!” In a split second, he slams his fist into the man’s face. His opponent hits the floor, groaning loudly as Ari brings you into his arms. He kicks the man’s head before hurriedly guiding you out of the building and toward his car. His wallet and jacket are long forgotten.

“Ari,” you sniffle when he opens the door to the passenger seat and helps you get inside. “You shouldn’t have done this.” You cry when he enters the car.

“Who was this guy? Did he want to rob you?” Ari softly speaks to you. “Y/N?”

“I—no,” you say, shaking your head. “He…he’s…”

“Is that man your ex or something?” He presses on. Ari carefully checks on you, wiping tears off your cheek. “Who is he, fairy?”

You choke out a sob, still shaken from the encounter with your attacker. “He’s not my ex,” you sniffle as you grab Ari’s hand, squeezing it to silently thank him for saving you.

“I went on a date with him,” you say. “We didn’t click, you know.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “What happened?”

“I told him that it was a nice date, but that we don’t have anything in common. It was a little white lie to not hurt his feelings,” you silently cry. “The truth is, it was an awful date. He talked about himself the whole time, barked at the waiter, and talked lowly about his ex-girlfriends. He was nasty.”

“I get that you didn’t want to see him again,” Ari murmurs while moving a little closer to cup your face with his big hand. “I assume he didn’t get the message.”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “A few days later, he showed up at my apartment. I never told him my address. When I told him to leave, he laughed and said I don’t have to play hard to get.”

Ari feels hot, white anger well up deep inside of him. “What else did he do?”

“He called and sent messages. I changed my number, but the next day, he called again. I didn’t know what to do, so I went to the cops, but...

“Let me guess,” Ari whispers lowly. “That bastard is one of them.”

You nod, choking on your tears. “ He stopped for a while. I believed that he had lost interest or got a girlfriend. But tonight, he suddenly sat at my office and wanted me to...” You shake your head, not wanting to tell Ari about it.”

“What did he say?”

“He wanted me to pay him back for his inconvenience and all the things he did for me.” Your hands tremble, and you cry even harder.

“You’re safe now. I’ll drive you home and—”

You whimper. “He knows where I live; he'll be waiting for me. What do I do now?” Helplessly, you look at Ari.

“I’ll take you home,” he softly says. You shake your head again, and he murmurs your name. “My home, fairy. We will think about everything else tomorrow. Okay.”

“Okay,” you murmur. “Thank you.”

“All for you, Y/N…”

“Hansen, things have changed. Stop whatever you’re doing,” Ari whispers on the phone to not wake you. After you cried in his arms, you finally fell asleep in his guestroom. “Someone tried to attack her tonight.”

“Good job, Levinson,” Lloyd cackles on the phone. “The good old knight in shiny armor trick. Well done.”

Ari squares his jaw. “Shut it! I didn’t have anything to do with it. That bastard is a cop. He's been following and threatening her for months. She had one date with him, and he won’t leave her alone.”

Lloyd curses into the phone. “I’m all ears. How can I help you?”

“I’d take care of him myself, but the cops would ask questions. If he has, let’s say, an accident, no one will ask questions.” Ari closes his eyes to calm his anger. He’d love to kill your tormentor himself, but he must stay out of this to take care of you. “Are you still in contact with that guy calling himself God?”

“Ah, you want the master,” Lloyd snickers. “Let me make a few calls.” He sighs dreamily. “Man, it feels like the good old days. I miss them.”

“Call him. I need it to be done as soon as possible. I left my wallet at her dance studio. If that bastard finds my wallet, he knows where to find Y/N and that I attacked him.”

Lloyd hums. “I call God. He’ll take care of the bastard within the next few hours and make it look like an accident or a suicide. Whatever you prefer.”

“I’m sending you his name and all the information I gathered over the last two hours. Make the best of it. I’ll leave it to God. He knows best how to get rid of a piece of shit…”

Part 2

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[deepspaceboytoy]

The Siege of Tremaine, Part 6

“I am the Lord High Admiral Herius Iolanthus Victus, crowned Prince of the Imperium, commander of the warship Invictus. This system is now under my protection. Flee now and I will let you run. Stay, and I will gun you down where you stand. I will scour this system clean of you and your allies. Do not expect mercy. Do not expect kindness. Admiral Victus, out.”

-Warning broadcast from the Invictus as it broke Tremaine’s atmosphere. Message was broadcast in 1,157 different Igorian and Aberinian languages. The message was broadcast only one time. Exactly 60 seconds after broadcast, the Invictus began firing on any ship still under combat footing.

July 10th, 2677. It is the beginning of the end. The Siege has a reached a fever pitch. Tremaine is bruised and palsied, caught in the throes of world-death. The atmosphere is on fire, ionic supercells breaching the firestorm as battleships fall to the surface like rain. The air is ash and dust, the ground scabbed and diseased.

Tremaine is dying, one artillery shell at a time, wracked by superstorms and firewalls and the megaton rain of orbital bombardment. Sixty million boots stomp the life out from it, the battles never ending now, one skirmish or assault bleeding into the next. Time is measured in rounds fired, bombardments calculated, bodies exploded. Nothing else matters now. The system will be won or lost on Tremaine, and the Imperium and Igorian Republic alike know this.

Domask Fayatan commits his forces utterly, abandoning the concept of reserves as he tries to drown the Imperial forces in a tide of amphibian bodies. For the first time since the Siege began, the core of legion territory on Tremaine begins to buckle and sunder under the sheer weight of enemy numbers. The last days have begun. Five million legionaries put aside any thought of retreat, and set about selling their lives to the last. Fort Zama, Point Rain, Port Voltun. The last walls are finally under assault. Corvus Nino, son of the late Legatus Primus Nino who had led the defense long past when anyone else would have failed, stands atop the walls of Fort Zama, ready to carry on where his father fell. There is no step back for either side. The commitment must be made, the resolve must be found. Victory will only come after full and total dedication.

The first move comes from the Legion lines. As one, the 1st Legio Stella Draconum rises from their fixed positions, draws combat blades, and charges the Igorians. One hundred thousand of the finest soldiers in Imperial history, a legion that has existed since before humanity left earth, flowing like a tide into the serried ranks of Igorian militia. Legionaries simply run through the waiting Igorians, power armor boosting them clean through bodies and barricades. The 1st Legion drives into the heart of the forces assembled in front of Fort Zama, and they reap a grim toll in those first few moments, speed and fury carrying them hundreds of meters into Igorian lines. And then they die. First by ones and twos, and then tens and twenties, hundreds and thousands. Cohorts vaporize instantly, entire maniples disintegrating at once.

But the Legion accomplishes what it chose to die for: the opening is made. The Igorian lines are dissolved, fortifications blown open. And the wall guns of Fort Zama speak; tens of thousands of guns, roaring a barrage a million shells strong in just the first few seconds. New suns bloom in the center of the enemy, plasma annihlators and hyperfusion rockets releasing millions of degrees of heat into packed and disoriented Igorian troopers. Macrobombs and thermobaric eradicators, tankbusters the size of city blocks. Every weapon the Imperium can wield has been brought to bear, and as the artillery of Fort Zama speaks, the Igorians watch a million of their comrades die in a second. The radwaves and heat blooms melt another half a million where they stand. And then the killing begins in earnest.

The wall is breached ten minutes later, and then it is breached again, and again, and again and on until there are more breaches than standing sections, and the Igorians are in among the Legions, and guns and strategy have been cast aside for blades and fists and sheer animal instinct. Fighting flows like a river through the city-sized fort, each street host to combats that would be legends if not for how many played out simultaneously. Heroes bleed and die in scores, and the unremembered dead commit feats of bravery that entire mythologies could be spun out from. No one will know. No one will remember. No one will witness.

Up the Center Trackway, the 91st Siege Legion fights its last day. The Legion-Master Tarrius Vane stands along his men, even as they are brought down by the Skilax Rangers of the Igorian Army. At the Seraph Barricades, 11th Legio Ferrata Dux counts the last magazines, smokes the last cigarettes, exchanges the last meaningful look. The last six hundred Legionaries know what is coming. Anastasia Abbas, who had only just taken command in the days before the Siege, gives the order. The charge begins, the last of the Legion dying to buy time. Just a little more time.

A day passes. As dawn breaks on the 11th, half the fort is gone. Communications have broken down completely, and word has been lost from both Point Rain and Port Voltun. Zama is alone. Corvus Nino fights in the heart of the battle, coordinating the defense of Battery 8-11, a cluster of hyperfusion rocket launchers that vomit a tide of rockets into the captured sections of the fort. 3 whole legions stand here at this one junction, the core of legionary resistance. Three times, the Igorians have tested the defenses, and three times they’ve been thrown back. A fourth will push the legions. A fifth could break them. By days end there will be forty-seven. The streets and buildings around the battery will be rad-blackened and incendiary scorched, but the line will not break until the order to retreat is given. All throughout the fort, similar battles are waged, casualties an afterthought in the feverish fighting.

The sun sets. Central Command is all that remains, five legions drawing their line in the sand. This is it, the final position, the last wall. The end. Outside the fortified square, the Igorians gather strength. There is nothing left on the planet to stop them, and their commanders know it.

And so night falls, both sides readying for the sword-fall of morning’s light.

It is heralded with rain. Not the greasy, sick rain that has plagued Tremaine for over a year, thick with chemicals and the smog of apocalypse; no, it is clear rain, and it is pouring.

It is the third day.

At 07:23 Terran Adjusted Time, July 12, 2677, the Invictus breaches Tremaine’s bruised and atrophied atmosphere. The ship has burst from Realm-space inside the atmosphere, and the rain falls from the melting Realm-frost of translation into realspace. A primordial leviathan, Invictus hangs in the sky, blocking the sun. Her black hull is silhouetted by the distorted rays of sunlight peering through around her. She is singular. She is infinity. Her size and scale defies reason, defies perception, defies good sense and nature. She is a mountain of alien hypermetals and exotic energies. She is a hulk of battle-steel encrusted in guns and hangars and close defense weapons. She is a god of old, a war totem of the heavens. She is strength and deep, cold, senseless violence. She is an icon, a graven image of incalculable damage and unknowable fury.

Her shields are lowered, arrogant in her own supremacy, even as megaton rain falls from the Igorian fleet. Solar beamers and volcanic lances gouge into her armored skin, skyscraper sized backbreaker missiles burying into her to unleash massive payload detonations. She does not flinch. And in the silence of the forgotten Siege, she fires.

Domask Curaxis Hrota Fayatan served the Igorian Federal Republic for 72 illustrious years. His record of service outstripped any other domask in Republic history. His victory roll rivaled that of any commander in the galaxy. One moment, he stands on the bridge of the carrier Ulkas’Ronta, and the next, his atoms join those of a million Igorian sailors in orbit over Tremaine. The Fleet is no more.

From the belly of Invictus falls a numberless tide of Drop Assault legionaries. So many fall from her embarkation decks that it appears as if towers of blackened earth have risen to greet the void leviathan now abusing Tremaine’s atmosphere. Black-armored legionaries land among the Igorians, and set about driving them from the fort. Nino leads his own troops out from the square, and a rushing wave of legionaries flows out into the streets and barracks blocks, stopping only when it reaches the walls, driving what’s left of the Igorian army out into Tremaine’s wastes. Invictus’ soldiers do not stop.

Similar miracles happen at Point Rain and Port Voltun. The Invictus has broken the Siege.

On the 13th, Crown Prince-in-Exile Lord High Admiral Herius Iolanthus Victus accepts domask Ioltun’s unconditional surrender. Later that day, he accepts one from Fayatan’s successor. The last remaining civilians in the Tremaine System are starlifted to other worlds in other systems, and the Imperium begins recovering what it can. One of the last items recovered from the world is the standard of the 1st Legion.

By January of 2678, the Tremaine System is declared recovered, though it means little in the long run. Tremaine, once a verdant and prosperous sector capital, is no more than broken rock, finally shattered in the days after the Siege from the unending tectonic abuse. It will take decades to restore the sundered orbital ring of the Tremaine Military Staryards, and the surface is a stormwracked hellscape. Some of the original population will resettle on titanic stations in orbit, or on Cygnus, Suebi, and Cyprii, but in the ashes of the aftermath, the Tremaine System will never recover.

Neither will the Igorian Federal Republic. Staggering numbers of troops and ships were committed, and with the failure of the Siege and the success of the Imperial counterattack, the war will swiftly deteriorate. On August 9th, 2679, the Unity Wars will officially end, the IFR dissolved only 114 years after its formation from out of the First Igorian Civil War. Clans Berakth and Ferathtz will suffer similar fates, both being absorbed by the Clan Kilaurus, newfound allies of the Imperium. In the aftermath of the war, the Igorians will fall into a second civil war, before forming the Igorian People’s Republic in the years to come.

The war will change the face of galactic politics in its wake. The Imperium Humanum, long in ascendancy, takes its place as the premier galactic power, its position unchallenged after the devastation. Imperial allies, primarily the Benden Military States and Zentilluss System-states, will recover quickly, dividing the galaxy between the Imperium and its associates, and the Horagint Confederacy and its network of client states.

Perhaps the greatest legacy of the Siege, however, is how it will cement Herius Victus’ reputation on the galactic stage. No longer just a legend inside the Imperium, his actions in singularly lifting the Siege, and in his conquest of the Igorian capital Ava’cumish, will make him a specter to the rest of the galaxy.

[xretiredcommanderx]

hc + 🏆

[Memes|Accepting]

🏆 for a goal-themed headcanon

|| ⋆༺𓆩♕𓆪༻⋆ || When Magnus gets herself onto a goal or sets a goal for herself, she becomes so hyperfused she will forget everything else.

That is her task now. She has overridden everything else.

Her one track mindset has led her to disappear on occasion, which is more than a problem.

Her family has tried to help her break through that, but she still struggles with that one track, goal minded, thinking.

[shygals-slophouse]

what's your workflow pleading emoji

Glad you asked! The app ate my first writup 🫠, so hopefully this still covers enough. I can take follow-up questions as needed. If you have specific questions and google hasn't helped, consider sharing a best-effort attempt of what you've tried so far. Catbox is an img host that preserves metadata.

Basics: I've got a 3080 and Auto1111's webui. Furry checkpoint is EasyFluff, for anime either PoundcakeMix or PerfectWorld.

No recommendations for photoreal as I don't mess around nearly as much with the stuff. I both have less interest and find it way easier to "get wrong" and make something uncanny and gross. I don't touch deepfakes / "specific real person" at all. My advice for what I've posted previously is "gen with an anime model, upscale with a photoreal model"

For "extra large" figures, HyperFusion and JumboVenus are good lora options, and both seem to work with most checkpoints regardless of style.

More image generator talk under the clip.

Key plugins are Tag Auto-complete (for danbooru/e621 tag assistance) and Dynamic Prompts (for wildcards - adding variety within batches, as well as testing impact of specific tag sets)

For wildcards, there are broad collections available, but consider starting with your own short lists to get a feel for how they work. Using someone's list of a million expressions is cool, but having your own curated list of 3-6 "baseline" expressions (with a few tags and emojis each) to play with is nice so you get used to whats available.

The best advice I can (give regardless of level of experience) is to find a source like Civitai that can show you images with their metadata so you can copy and build off others (hello, /trash/! 💖) . Beyond that: patience, rerolling & refining.

As for actual workflow, I often start with a vague idea and a bunch of wildcards in txt2img. So, if I wanted "big boob anime lady in nature" I might start with a prompt like "1girl, solo, smug, huge breasts, thick_thighs, __color__ tank top, shorts, outside, __location-natural__" where the __location-natural__ part is a wildcard list with things like "garden, forest, meadow" and __color__ is a list of colors. I can generate a batch of 6 in ~90sec, so there's a lot of rerolling, editing prompts, and discarding junk.

Sidebar: There's "quality tags" and negative embeddings involved as well, but I don't have a consistent set I use every single time. Steal and tweak prompts until you find things you like and either save them as "styles" in the webui or put them in a wildcard list. Also, remember that any image you gen has tags saved in it so you can reference your earlier stuff and mix it around.

If you're not sure of how to ask for something, look up existing images on danbooru/e621 and check the tags used. Tag wikis and related tag lists are helpful: You can dump a list of tags into a wildcard file and see which work.

When I get a gen that's what I'm looking for, I recycle the seed and run the same prompt again with hi-res fix to upscale it. If something is close but not quite what I want, I send to img2img to upscale in batches of 3, as well as tweak the prompt. If needed, I'll copy the low-res image to photoshop for edits and img2img that. Have you ever done a shitty image morph? i2i will take your sloppy/lazy edits and reincorporate them into a coherent image.

Beyond that, it's patience (lots of tweak & reroll), experimentation, and research. Controlnets and Regional Prompting are tools to look into to help get stuff the generator struggles with out of the box. Also, you can set the --listen command flag in the webui-user.bat to expose the webui to your local network so you can prompt from another device (I do most of mine from a tablet on a couch).

Now go and show us what you come up with, anon!

Here's a self-portrait to get you started: I won't tell you the full set of specifics here, but hopefully the alt-text can get you going. This one was genned using PoundcakeMix, upscaled with a blended anime model, lorae are from Civitai, detail tags are from the shygalv3 lora example images, and the negative embeddings are from a furry model but seem to work just fine here. You may notice the tags don't quite align with the final result - that's the way the slot machine goes.

[annoyingdreamwerewolf]

Point Guards and Poets

     There is poetry to basketball too      Scratch that there is some basketball in poetry too      Both processes in their purest form      Just read between the lines      Behind the back of my backstreet      Before there was paper to pen      There was Nike hyperfuse to concrete      Infuse the sweat      Both shots get shot      It depends on what we want to touch the net     …

[ciotechviews]

The Inception Story of Geniusthingks

After completing my mechanical engineering studies, I started my career as a US stockbroker, eventually becoming a branch manager. Later on, I founded a stock database company, which I sold 20 years later. Following that, I became a trustee and large-volume trader for a Swiss family office. My journey then took me to Asia, and eventually, I returned to Europe, specifically southern France (Nice), where I established several companies to explore the numerous patents I had written.

Geniusthingks is the idea conglomerate that I founded, encompassing a wide range of ideas and patents. Some of these ideas have been “spun off” to operate independently, such as abacus-ewall.com, an electric vehicle (EV) charging company. Our focus at abacus-ewall.com is to provide smart wall box systems with a holistic approach to sell complex systems to owners of apartment blocks, including dynamic load management that can handle street transformer capacity data. This ensures the protection of entire street blocks or even entire boroughs from overload when multiple EVs need to charge simultaneously.

Another important aspect of Geniusthingks is our commitment to supporting coca farmers in Colombia, encouraging them to explore alternative production methods such as high-quality juice or banana beer, utilizing their fruitful land (https://youtu.be/QEGkaIXK4gQ)

Furthermore, we have a strong presence in 3D printing services, boasting extensive knowledge and expertise in various printing methods, ranging from resin to powder to house printers. We take pride in claiming to hold the patent for the fastest realizable powder printer (https://www.geniusthingks.com/Uploads/hyperfusion-intro1.pdf).

I firmly believe that everyone should contemplate how to improve the world when I recognized the detrimental impact of egoistic ignorance on the “best intentions”. It is crucial to seek non-mainstream yet non-fake information and sometimes take a stand and fight for what we believe in. My own experiences during conscription reinforced my desire for safer and more precise weapons that minimize collateral damage.

The crisis in Ukraine caused by Russia’s aggression had a profound effect on me. It became clear that simple weapons and networking with like-minded individuals were efficient means of countering the enemy. As a result, geniusthingks unintentionally gained a section dedicated to Ukraine, providing advice both on the battlefield and for long-term perspectives aiming to integrate Russia into European structures and liberate its people.

Environmental concerns also hold significant importance for us. We are involved in redesigning mass-transport train traffic for high-speed transportation on an interstate level and designed a people mover on an inner-city level, and we have developed our own electric mini-car, a 3-seater side-by-side vehicle. Our patented hot liquid-forming technology allows for automated thick plastic shell production in just 2 minutes. The car’s sandwich structure includes a rigid aluminium tube cage. We plan to create a steering wheel-free, drive-by-wire joystick pedal-free prototype as soon as we secure a suitable investor to explore our patents for our citeeecar (www.citeeecar.com).

On a global scale, I firmly believe that the world does not have an energy problem; rather, we have not yet explored the depths of potential energy sources, literally speaking. That’s why I propose harnessing Nadir Power, a concept involving the exploitation of the nuclear power plant deep within our blue marble´s belly. By evaporating stone down to ca. 10 miles, we can loop and harness supercritical water (> 221 bar & 374°C), which holds tremendous potential that is fed by quite conventional turbines.

At geniusthingks, our “marketing” approach remains consistent: our products must be so exceptional that everyone concerned feels the need to have them; otherwise, they hold no value for us. We are fortunate to have many engineers eager to contribute without financial compensation, driven by the desire to be part of something meaningfully larger than what individuals can achieve alone. I encourage anyone with good intentions and intellect to join us on this journey.

Being a role model, both as a father and the CEO of this brain-driven idea factory, requires me to freely share my ideas to stimulate discussions that refine them into practical and useful products. I believe that the knowledge-shifting power of the internet democratizes and redefines values, and the energy provided by Nadir Power can strengthen our path towards eliminating geopolitical inefficiencies.

Geniusthingks.com serves as our platform to showcase meaningful ideas and technologies. We aspire to become a publicly traded company in the future, leveraging our valuable patents across various fields to add reputation. If you are an investor interested in realizing any of our patents, please feel free to contact me directly at markus@geniusthingks.com.

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