#i think its fucked that ai makes us like this. i hope the inventor of ai art can choke

[turnipoddity]

i saw like. a post of someone investigating an artist that could possibly use ai and the analysis was like, look at this ear. they draw them inconsistently, and the anatomy is fucked. look at they draw hair. hair doesnt flow like that and im like

[give-me-back-my-rhodey]

There’s No Future Without You - AUgust Day 22

Title: There’s No Future Without You

Author: Purple_ducky00

Rating: Teen

Warnings: n/a

Square Filled: O5: RiRi Williams for @ironhusbandsbingo

Pair: Rhodey/Tony

Link: Read on AO3

Written for: @fightingforcreativity​

Summary: Rhodey gets sent forward in time by this week's villain. He is able to return home with the help of an AI and an avid fan.

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Fuck. I wasn’t fast enough! Rhodey thinks as he tumbles through the portal. Falling out on the other side, he stands to catch his bearings. He’s on the same street corner, but things just look… different. People are walking the streets, but their faces look digital.

 He checks his suit’s availability. HUD is working, repulsors are working, GPS? Connecting to satellites. If this is New York, where’s Stark Tower? Why are there so many huge buildings in place of what he’s used to? Was he put through a time portal? Flying straight up in the air, he quickly locates Stark Tower. Landing on the landing pad, Rhodey walks toward the doors. The familiar whine of a repulsor makes him turn. He sees an Iron Man suit built for someone much smaller than Tony.

“Who are you? And how did you get a hold of the old War Machine armor?” The modulated voice sounds feminine.

 Rhodey holds up his hands and lets the helmet retract. “Hi, please don’t shoot? Can you tell me what year this is?”

 “2080. Who are you?” “This is going to sound crazy, but I am James Rhodes, the original owner of this suit. I was fighting a villain, and they sent me through a portal. I guess it was a time portal because I’m from 2019.”

 The suit lowers its repulsors, but the voice doesn’t sound convinced. “Follow me.” It says, then mutters. “If anyone would know, it’d be him.”

 Rhodey is led into a room that had definitely not been in the tower in 2019. “Hey T,” the voice in the armor says, “do you know this dude?”

 A hologram shivers into place, a direct replica of Tony. How the-. “Yes. That’s Rhodey!” The Tony-hologram crows. “I told you he’d find us.” He tells the suit triumphantly. “Rhodey, meet Riri Williams. She’s Ironheart. Riri, meet my bestest friend in the whole wide world, James “Rhodey” Rhodes.”

 The suit opens up, and a young black woman steps out. “Can I just say that you are like my hero?” She gushes. “We learned about you in school and everything. And then Tony has been telling me about you, too. You’re the reason I created this armor.”

“Uhm… thank you?” Rhodey scratches the back of his neck. “So, Tony, is this like your consciousness coded into an AI?”

 “Unfortunately, no.” The AI Tony replies. “Tony created me after you went through the portal. Using Extremis, he crafted me. I have many of his memories, but I am not him. He passed some time ago. I’ve been helping Riri ever since.”

 Rhodey’s heart sinks. He wishes that Tony were here with him.  Tony is his lifeline, just like he is Tony’s. He doesn’t want to be here; he wants to get home. “Can I get back to my time?” He questions.

 Tony makes that sound that he does when he sucks on his teeth. “Hmm, I don’t know. We’d have to figure out how you got here. I don’t know anything about time travel.”

 “You’re welcome to stay here until we figure it out.” Riri bubbles. “I’ll get a room ready for you.” As she walks off, Rhodey hears her squeal. “I met Colonel Rhodes today!”

 Rhodey turns to AI Tony, who shrugs. “Yea, maybe I got a little carried away, you know?”

 “Typical Tony?” Rhodey grins and hold out his fist to pump. AI Tony pumps back but his hand goes through Rhodey’s arm.

 “Sorry, don’t have a corporeal form.” AI Tony smirks.

 Speaking of corporeal forms, Rhodey remembers the people he saw on the sidewalk. “What is up with people’s faces now?” He asks.

 “Does my face look bad?” AI Tony’s hands come up to his face.

 “No, no, it’s just… everyone seems to have like a digital face.”

 AI Tony opens his mouth like an O. “Ohhh, you mean the face screens? A new inventor made them and sold them at a relatively good price. Basically, everyone has one now. Instead of wearing makeup or getting plastic surgery, you can just make your face look exactly how you want it. Large steps in the beauty industry.”

 “What else can people do?” Rhodey is intrigued by the technology of the future.

 AI Tony shifts. “Well, I can give myself a body, if I want. They found a clean fuel that powers all vehicles. Also, most people don’t drive anywhere anymore. Not sure why, but they say it’s a good thing.”

 Rhodey opens his suit and steps out. Walking around AI Tony’s hologram, he asks. “Do you want a body?”

 “Only if they could make me with my exact dimensions and everything. I don’t need to be seven feet tall; you know. I’m a bit fussy with my looks. You can’t blame me, I was HOT.”

 Rhodey nods begrudgingly. “You’re not wrong there. Where are the places that build bodies?”

 “Aw Rhodey, you’re so sweet.” AI Tony “cups” Rhodey’s jaw. “We can probably manufacture it right here. But how do you know?”

 “Other than dick size, I can give you adjustments for the old Tony based off of my height.”

 AI Tony claps his hands. “Excellent. Let me show take you to the room.” Rhodey is left to follow the hologram down the halls.

 Once he figures out Tony’s height and width and plugs them into the machine, AI Tony tells him that the process will take 24 hours. “In the meantime, how about you get some rest. I believe RiRi is finished with your room.”

 Rhode slept well in the bed, but it’s nothing like his mattress at home. His mattress at home is worn down. It also is more likely than not holding not only Rhodey but also Tony. Tony used to slide in when he had bad dreams, and Rhodey would cuddle him. Those nights were bittersweet, but Rhodey loved them just the same.

 Twenty-four hours later, AI Tony’s body is created. He spends a half-hour transferring himself into the body. When he’s done, he offers to take Rhodey on the tour of the city. He suggests showing RiRi and him the exact spot he portalled in case something would help figure out how he tine travelled.

 When they don’t find anything, RiRi tells them she has to go on a mission, and she doesn’t know how long it will take. AI Tony pats her shoulder and advises her that he and Rhodey will keep each other company.

 RiRi has been gone for a few weeks now, checking in nightly. AI Tony and Rhodey are spending all their time together, growing closer and closer daily. Rhodey knows that he’s definitely in love with his time’s Tony. When he mentions this to AI Tony in a moment of truth, the AI grabs his arms and says, “When you get back, tell that to him. His worst regret in life was not being able to save you.”

 Rhodey hugs the AI, holding back tears. “I really hope I can get back. I really miss him. You’re great and all, but…” He trails off.

“I’m not him.” AI Tony finishes sadly. “I get it, don’t worry.” Rhodey lays his head on the humanoid’s shoulder, and they sit in silence.

 RiRi returns two days later. “Rhodey, I think I can send you home!” She jumps up and down happily. “You don’t understand how awesome it is for me to be able to help out my hero. I had to go pretty far to get this type of crystal. My friend wizard is coming over shortly to send you back. Say your goodbyes quickly.” “RiRi, you are amazing. I am forever in your debt!” Rhodey pulls her in for a hug. “I just have to go find Tony.”

 Rhodey finds the AI in the server room, adding some lines of code. “Hey, RiRi found a way to send me home.”

 “I heard.” AI Tony smiles sadly. “I’m happy for you. I will miss you, but I’m happy.”

 “Can I try something?” Rhodey bites his lip. “I’m gonna tell Tony when I get home, but can I kiss you? I don’t want to be awkward when I finally kiss him.”

 AI Tony nods, and Rhodey leans in to kiss him. It’s tentative at first, but quickly grows deeper. When Rhodey pulls away, he doesn’t notice the AI wiping away a tear. “Thank you,” Rhodey says sincerely, “for everything.”

 RiRi’s wizard friend arrives, and Rhodey gets back in the War Machine armor. A few chants and the waving of the crystal, and a portal opens. Rhodey waves back at them, then steps through. He lands on his feet on the landing deck of Stark Tower. Walking inside, he finds Tony in his lab.

 “Rhodey! You came back!” Tony breathes. “I hoped you would!”

 “Tony. I love you. More than a friend. Like romantic love and all that. I should have told you long ago, but I was afraid my feelings wouldn’t be returned.” Rhodey stops for a breath of air.

 Tony takes the pause as an opportunity to jump into Rhodey’s arms and kiss him soundly. Rhodey chuckles. “I’m taking that as an ‘I love you, too.’”

 “Your deduction skills are perfect.” Tony laughs.

 ++++++

AI Tony stands alone in the server room. He had known from the very beginning that Rhodey was not his to keep. But Tony had hoped, foolishly human of him.

 Sighing, he turns, preparing to leave the room, his former home, behind to face the world. Except a panel opens which he hadn't been able to open before.

 "Hey Tones, be so nice and get me a body on my own," intones Rhodey's voice from the speakers, and AI Tony sees the code that make up his friend, his fellow AI, his lover. Finally, the last firewall preventing him to remember disappears, and he remembers how Tony got Rhodey back and how he as AI had been put to sleep with the promise of never have to be alone.

[lycanhood]

Supergirl S3 Liveblog “Battles Lost & Won”

Nice of them to finally fucking acknowledge that Clark/Kal/Superman still exists damn

Oh no this CGI is...yikes

I did sort of enjoy Alura using heatvision tho. That shit has gotta be fun

I’m sorry, a Star War? Singular? A single war in/of the stars? WTF?

So wait Myr’nn saved us all? How?

Tbh I’m gonna miss Space Grandpa more than I ever even for a second missed Mon-El

A++ on that Danvers Sisters/J’onn hug, I’m here for that

Season 2 finale: “New Daxam!” Season 3 finale: “New Krypton!” I’m sick of this shit, SG Writers, do better

Imra: “Our marriage was never what it should have been, so its totally okay and not at all morally ambiguous and toxic if you wanna fuck Kara again. All good!”

Mon-El playing with this wedding ring just like he plays on my last nerve

A plague to wipe out all AIs? That’s new

Wait! WAIT! Does this mean we CAN KEEP BRAINY??? YASSSSSSSSS

Winn is a genius inventor of the future? Not at all surprising

Selena is such a proud mom

Haha this show just completely forgot Lyra existed. No break up, no name drop, no nothing. She just GONE from Winn’s radar. POOF!

Kara: “I don’t kill!” Alura: “Oh well what then, Kara? Just fuck the Earth? All hail New Krypton?”

Haha Ruby’s face as Sam supersped away was like “Aw hell yeah! When do I inherit my superpowers?” and honestly same

Oh we just all gungho with the Kryptonite now? I see how it is. Some bullshit

Eric Durance’s pissed off face brings back some Smallville memories

Aw shit Kara/Melissa’s pissed off face is also on point this episode

Um okay, wtf? Why are all these supposedly invincible Kryptonians/Daxamites getting wrecked by this heatvision tho? The fuck?

This doesn’t make any sense to me

Really? Time travel is gonna fix everything? Come on! FUCK!

Watching Sam beat the shit out of Reign is fun and all, but WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED? This is ridiculous! (and not in a fun comicbook way)

Oh so its totally fine for Sam to murder Reign, but when Supergirl does it thats...wrong?

Haha Supergirl patting Sam on the back like “There, There. Nice job.”

“This victory was yours, it was flawless.” ???

GOOOOOOO! WE DONT WANT YOU HERE!

You don’t need him, Kara. You never did. Neither did this show. The fucking writers just want you (and us) to think you do, b/c sexism I guess, idfk

I’m kinda annoyed that they had Mon-El come to the conclusion that he needs to go back to the future rather than Kara rejecting his ass. B/c after that earlier scene with Imra it feels like they are still leaving the door wide open for their fucking star-crossed lovers trope, and for them to get back together somewhere down the line. Like this way, Mon-El can come back at anytime (next season or several seasons down the road) and they can start this bullshit romance all over again b/c this still makes him seem like the good guy who did the right thing. This isn’t closure. This is to be continued and I don’t want it to be fucking continued. I’m salty. But ultimately glad he’s going. Like damn, at this point I guess I should take what I can get. This just further convinces me that the SG Writers see Karamel as an endgame ship. So congrats to Karamel shippers, that certainly seems to be the case.

Aw haha Lena’s surprise at Ruby’s hug. Adorable!

Sam, I’m sure Alex wouldn’t mind a hug from you *wink wink*

A group hug? Without Kara? Really?

Bye, Winn. P.S. Can we keep Brainy?

Haha J’onn was like “But my character arc was better this season, let’s talk about that instead.”

Director Danvers :) I’ve always liked the sound of that

This episode has had a whole lot of Not Kara. Was her entire character arc for the season meant to be wrapped up in the nonsensical scene where she went back in time to prevent herself from punching Reign into that vortex of death just so Sam could punch her into that puddle of death instead? Bogus

Haha When Alura’s like “I’m glad no more Heren-El will be left on Earth” and I’m watching Lena’s face like “This bitch kept some.”

Aw fuck Alex and Winn’s hug was the sweetest thing. THE FOREHEAD TOUCH

Damn, Winn & Alex’s hug was more heartfelt than Winn & Kara’s. The writers just love to forget how tight they were in S1

SUPERFRIENDS GROUP HUG

He’s wearing Space Grandpa’s hat!!!! *cries a river*

Danvers sisters scene!!!!

Director Danvers!!!

“This is my home. With you. On this couch.” *crying* YOU’RE GODDAMN RIGHT IT IS!

No Supercorp scene? Rude

Yeah, you can’t convince me Lena’s evil #sorrynotsorry (is this how Mon-El stans feel about him? gross)

Wtf is going down in Russia?

???!!!!??? sajhfsakgftdf Um...Kara, you look great, but wtf? Black Kryptonite shenanigans!

It’s a very unfortunate coincidence that Russia just so happened to get the evil twin. Oops, she couldn’t have shown up in Canada?

This season was a mess. The first half had alot of high points! The first half was much better than most of S2, but season 3B was rough. Like really rough. Like I almost stop watching rough. These writers just need to learn to plan their seasonal arcs (overall & character) out better. Contrary to popular belief they do have the time and a room (a whole team) full of writers that should be able to work out wild inconsistencies. I don’t know what the problem is, but The Flash suffers from it too. And I just truly hope they can get their shit together. If Mon-El had stayed I wouldn’t even be planning to watch S4, but since he seems to be gone for the moment (and b/c I’m a totally obsessed sucker) I’ll tune in and see how it goes. What the hell, I guess

[v3-killing-harmony-imagines]

V3 cast as Traitors

this hurts me to write because I remember the second game traitor :((

-mod Saihara 

IMPORTANT!:  I wrote this as if the reader((y/n))was part of the killing game, and may or may not the the s/o. It’s up to the reader 

this is way too long , so for the anon who asked, imagine is under the cut

Kaede:

she’s the what?

the traitor?

no... how 

how is it that the girl standing in front of you betrayed each and every one of you 

Angie, Himiko, Ouma, even Saihara 

everyone 

she helped everyone of them die 

all this time she was telling everyone to not give up.. and now this?

she’s been found out...now what’s going to happen to the remaining students?

the remaining students just stand there, in horror 

and the bright look in Kaede’s eyes are gone, every hint her previous self gone as she talks about how naive everyone was

“Too bad, this is the ending Shuichi died for.”

your numb, monokuma is laughing-he’s won and he knows it 

then a piano starts to play- but it’s different. Its as if the entire piano is set to a minor scale, making everything sound dark

its a mix of flats and sharps you hear at the end, and then your world goes dark

Saihara: 

he’s smiling 

smiling as he betrays everyone 

smiling as he kills Amami 

smiling when everyone find out how he really is 

he’s disappointed of course, but he’s glad he could pull of a trick of that caliber!

and your left screaming 

he promised 

he promised

he promised

he promised that he’d protect everyone, he promised Kaede that she wouldn’t have died in vain

he promised 

and he lied 

you ask him why.why.why.why.why.why

and he gives you a look of pain

“I just wanted to feel alive.”

and monokuma is beginning the execution.

he’s not the same detective that you met in the gym.

he’s not the Saihara you knew

he takes his hat off, and looks at you.

 he’s smiling 

and then its over 

Maki: 

her hair is flowing in the night sky as you find out.

and she frowns

how very,very bad of you to figure it out 

who tipped Angie off

who knew about Korekiyo’s past

she was a caregiver

loved by kids

not very sociable 

and has a bad personality 

she’s sighing as she knows what needs to be done 

dispose

she can’t be found out

she needs to stay alive 

“You’re a pain, y/n. I knew you were going to be a hassle eventually.”

And she hits you and you go down

you realize that you passed out when you wake up

but something’s different 

your tied up

and she’s the only one here

she brings you food. And even reads to you.

She keeps you safe.

She trains you until you follow her every command.

even if that means dying 

she lets you see other people now, a smile on your face as you cant feel anything

looks like Maki has a trump card up her sleeve 

Kaito:

He’s the fourth murderer  

he didn’t plan on being the traitor, of course but he had no choice 

he was blackmailed

that’s why he had to tell Mokokuma about the plan

Mokokuma would have killed the person he loved

He couldn’t let that happen 

he had to 

Everyone is voting for him, what do you do?

you suddenly realize why the trial-room is this big

why the murder was the only one that knocked the victim out before hand 

You can’t look at him when everyone votes correctly 

But he’s desperate to look at you

you can tell he’s trying so hard to get your attention

but you know what?

you’re not about to give it to him.

so when he finally speeds over to you as monokuma calls time up, you brush him off

“Get away.”

and he’s so hurt 

his eyes are as deep as the night sky, every twinkle of stars gone

finally with choking breaths he manages:

“I just wanted to protect you.”

You keep your composure until you get back to your room

then you break down

because he knew someone had to die, and he chose himself over you.

and you couldn’t even comfort him in his last moments. 

It hurts you sosososo much

almost enough to die

But also enough to get revenge

Iruma:

It makes sense, she’s the ultimate inventor 

She’s the only one who could have upgraded those machines monokuma controls 

she’s the only one who could have helped plan the new motive 

she’s shaking on her podium when you finally figure it out

but you cant do anything about it? can you?

she isn’t the killer and no one can trust her now 

so what’s the point ?

she says she did it because she just wanted to get out of here alive.

she didn’t like anyone here at all. She just wanted herself to live.

and now your whole world is shimmering 

and you realize you’re crying 

what was it then? your yelling now. 

why did she spend time with you then? When she hated everyone in the first place?

she tries to defend herself, saying she doesn’t hate you guys...

“But you’d let us die to save your fucking life.”

your voice is full of malice 

She Told you that she enjoyed being with you

how could have been so stupid?

And then Monokuma steps in.

What good is a spy that’s been found out?

and then she realizes whats going to happen 

she’s going to die anyways.

and shes crying and pleading for someone so save her.

no one will

you watch as the light drain out of her eyes, just like she watched the light from Angie’s eyes fade.

and your glad she got what was coming for her. 

but now there’s an even bigger question 

Who killed Iruma Mui?

Kiibo:

The first thing monokuma does when you find out is to laugh

Kiibo-Hope,Huh. How ironic 

he forced Kiibo to kill

he forced Kiibo to gather information 

and now he’s forcing Kiibo to kill the remaining students, in front of their eyes

Kiibo’s ares are glowing a deadly red color as he blows up Katio 

No emotion 

and then he takes down Shirogane with a blade 

You want to run, but you can’t

no one can defeat an AI

you cant move. its impossible 

your trying to remember the shy robot you met the first day

and now he’s choking Tenko

The doors are locked, everyone is trapped in this arena 

Gonta throws Kiibo to the other side of the room

there’s the crunching of rocks and metal before Kiibo gets up again

and he cuts Gonta, blood spraying like snow

and now he’s coming after you

and you just.cant.move. 

Kiibo lifts the blade for the final strike 

but you don’t feel anything.

reason being Ouma took the blade for you.

Ouma. Of all people.

He’s been impaled through the stomach. 

You can see the fear in his eyes as coughs blood, some of it dribbling down his chin 

He falls. 

You’re the last one alive, covered in blood and forced to look into the killer’s eyes.

Ouma saved you. But that only extended your lifetime by seconds 

You don’t have the energy to cry.

Kiibo brings the blade up, covered in different layers of blood.

“Any last words.”

he states it in a monotone voice.

You don’t really have your thoughts straight enough, so you just tell him what you’ve wanted to tell him. 

“I still believe you can be human.”

He actually falters

and then your world goes red.

but you wouldn’t doubt it that Monokuma will be able to control Kiibo for the next killing game 

Himiko:

She did it for you

You were always the one to find food when you two were hungry 

You and her were the only family to each-other

You made sure she got enough to eat

Even if that meant giving all your food to her

You were both together ever since both of you were abandoned 

and you survived 

and now you, the SHSL scavenger, has to watch as your sister is found out to be the traitor

Now people are saying that you could possibly be the traitor 

“NO!STOP! I’m the one who’s the traitor here! Leave y/n out of it!”

some people still look skeptical but they watch as you approach Himiko

“why?”

“I had to pay you back for all those days where you made sure I was safe, even if that meant putting your life at risk.”

Tears started to well up in her eyes

“ I didn’t want to do it. But it was either me or you. I needed to, i’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

and then your crying, and crying and crying.

she’s not your real sister but hell, she’s the been more of a family then your real family ever was.

and you don’t want her to leave you. nonononono.

who’s going to keep you company on cold nights when the only thing you can think of is how cold and hungry you are?

who’s going to preform magic tricks to help earn money?

the only member of your family is going to die. Your terrified 

You cant let go of her, if you do then it’ll be the last time you ever see her.

Your yelling at Mokokuma to please,please please please please please don’t kill her. Anyone but her.

But she knows that she has to go.

It takes both Tenko and Gonta to pry you away.

Himiko gives you one last look as monokuma is yelling that its punishment time 

She places her your hands, giving a weak smile.

Your being pulled away, your throat is raw but you couldn’t care less.

She’s just about to be dragged off when her face contorts and tears fall 

“No...I don’t want to die.”

And that’s the final strike for you.

everything goes dark

you don’t come out of your room for days, Tojo brings you food and water but your not hungry 

It takes you weeks to realize she would want you to get out here.

Make the mastermind suffer.

so you finally go out.

You can deal with the grief for now.

Until you can get out of this game.

Korekiyo: 

he’s bored by the time you find out

I mean come on, it took you that long to put the pieces together 

everyone is yelling at him that they won’t trust him anymore,that he’s going to be suspected of every single murder now.

“Really, when did I ever said that I cared.”

He tells a story

A story about how he was always a pawn

how he worked for his mother, obeyed every command 

he sharpened his talents. He obeys his owner 

He was bought, and was put into this killing game to make notes for his master.

He doesn’t care if he dies or lives, he’s even working with the mastermind.

he confesses all of this at once, leaving everyone speechless 

the only truth he ever told was that he loved humans 

He’s been intrigued since day 1

And that’s why he’s in here

To study their behavior 

To know them better than they would know themselves

And if people die, the better.

Because it shows humans their true personality  

His eyes cloud over as he talks about his master, he won’t ever ever ever ever eeeeverrr betray them.

And that’s why the mastermind is letting him say this, because they know he wont say anything, even if they torture him.

‘Ahhh, but alas, it seams as if my master doesn’t even remember me. You see, they also decided to join this game, how wonderful of them.”

And the room drops a few degrees.

because now even monokuma is confirming it, one of these people alive is the mastermind.

.......

and you wonder.....

just mayyyyyyybe....

that your part of something that you can’t remember.....

Angie: 

nihahah!

your right! Its! Angie!

she jumps up in down in various poses as she is convicted of being the traitor. 

Angie?

How is she, the most energetic person in this entire game... the traitor?

She’s laughing, as if someone said something funny

“ Angie told allllllll of your secrets!”

but..why?

what would she get out of betraying everyone?

“you are are so silly!Angie didn’t betray you!”

she sold everyone out she told the mastermind everything that they were planing. She sabotaged the escape plan.

“You DIRTY LITTLE SON OF A-”

thwack

and Kaito is down  

“neh heh heh! Don’t get too close Momota-kun~”

She didn’t kill him, of course. But he’s injured.

“Hey... Angie-san... what do you get out of going this?”

and now she tilts her head like you’ve just asked her why humans need air 

“Isn’t it obvious? God has made it this way!”

God?

“It’s God’s will for Angie to be the traitor! So Angie trusts in God!”

everyone is shoring her glares, because really?’ she’s going to use that excuse?

you might as well ask...

“ Hey Angie, what is God’s will for us?”

She gives you a darkened smile.

“God can’t hear you.”

And she leaves the courtroom.

Gonta:

h...how? How could someone like him be the traitor?

In fact, he doesn’t know it himself

what! He...... he....betrayed everyone...

Oh no..oh no oh no oh no.....

Because he didn’t mean to

he didn’t know that saying that would help Monokuma... he really didn’t 

And then he’s crying because he never ever meant to hurt anyone.

and just because he accidentally told monokuma about the hidden hallway..

now all the information about the outside is gone

everything that would tell them how to get out is gone 

and of course, people are angry

they yell at how he messed up

how he’s useless 

how no one’s going to trust him now 

and it makes your angry 

everyone is yelling and Gonta is crying and shaking 

and its when someone calls him dumb, you snap

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

well that got everyone's attention. 

“I DON’T SEE ANY OF YOU BRINGING UP THE FACT THAT ALL OF YOU WERE TOO PANSY TO KEEP STALLING FOR TIME. OR MAYBE THE FACT THAT GONTA WAS TERRIFIED TO TALK TO MONOKUMA. OR THE FACT THAT HE MANAGED TO KEEP TALKING FOR A FULL 20 MINUTES.”

your breath is coming in raged inhalations

“AND THE FACT IS THAT  YOU CAN’T JUST BLAME HIM. EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU WERE TOO GREEDY TO WAIT YOUR TURN TO GO ONE BY ONE IN THAT HALL. YOU JUST ALL WANTED TO GET OUT OF HERE.”

your dragging Gonta away now, away from these sick people 

“If you need us, then too bad, we’re not giving anyone help now.”

There were people that didn’t blame Gonta of course, but they still didn’t stand up for him did they?

he thanks you as you get him something to drink and some tissues.

everyone eventually apologies, Gonta 100% forgives them 

you, on the other hand are a different story 

looks like everyone is back at square one.

Tenko:

she’s the traitor 

the reality of the situation finally gets to you when you see her dead body

she just wanted to protect her family 

Monokuma had forced her to be the traitor

 her akido master, her parents her family.

They were all being tortured 

she heard them scream 

she had to 

she had to 

she had invited you over to talk the night before her death 

she asks what you think of her

“Tenko, it’s OK... I don’t blame you. I know that you had no choice.”

she’s crying 

thank you, she’s saying.

Thank you thank you thank you 

she’s so happy.

your don’t hate her. you don’t hate her 

you take her hands and tell her that you’ll always be here for her 

and then she tells you that she likes you

she’s grown to like the things you do, the way your hair is, the way you smile 

she likes you

but then she tells you that she needs to go... that she can’t be with her for much longer

You tell her to please, please please please be safe.

and she takes her choker off.

she hands it to you, saying that you can give it back to her in the morning, and that she’ll make sure that she can see it you again

you tell her that you want o be with her, you want to take her out for coffee once you get out of here

and then she asks to kiss you.

its soft and is too short, and when she pulls away she’s trying to be cheerful

that was just a goodnight kiss, she says, there’ll be more to come.

and then she waves you goodbye 

the next time you see her is the next morning, dead

and she lied 

you plant a goodbye kiss on her cheek before you leave for the trial, when no one is looking

and now your hanging onto the ribbon with the bell as tightly as you can 

she lied

with trembling hands, you put it around your neck and fasten it on

and the trial begins 

Hoshi: 

He warned you.

he warned each and every one of you to not get close to him

yet you still did 

how does it feel? To have hoped so hard only to fall into despair ?

Well, you can’t say he didn’t warn you

he’s done bad things in the past, why would he stop now ?

and now your crying 

because you should have known better 

everyone else did, so why didn’t you?

he asks you this as your sobbing 

“B-because I believe in everyone! that includes you!”

Believe?

that’s stupid 

“I Know that even the worst of people can change so that’s why-”

“Shut up!”

your’re punched in the face and go down

you feel a searing pain on your head, hot liquid trickles down your face

he just wants you to shut up.

you should be hating him, contorting beneath the despair 

but you’re not

because you have hope 

you tell him that he can change, you get punched again

and again

and again

he does it over and over

wanting you to hate him

wanting you to say mercy, just once 

but you refuse 

finally, your not moving

he’s done it 

he thinks

and then you move 

and now he’s crying 

because why

why wont you let him win?

and you refuse to fight back

and he can’t take it 

he runs away, like a coward 

he’s found the next day, hanging from the ceiling 

Toujo:

the first thing she does is apologize. 

apologize fore all that she’s done

she just needed to save herself 

she needed to return to the place where she has worked hard for everything 

she needed to do whatever it took to not get killed 

w h a t e v e r i t t o o k 

she’s sad yes, because she knows what failure means 

and she has failed

and she’s addressing everyone, and she’s not looking in your eye 

she’s not the type of person to loose 

so she must do everything she can to not loose 

she needs to do this, she says 

she’s sorry

and she runs away

your following her before you even know whats going on

and now you’ve lost her 

no,please no.

You run around, looking in the library, the kitchen, the dormitories. 

you can’t find her

finally, Shirogane tells you to take a break

you tell her to fuck off

more searching, more searching 

and finally you find her

she’s ditched the maid outfit 

it looks as if she;s been waiting for you

“I hope you didn’t have to come.”

and you can’t hold it in any longer 

you tell her she doesn’t need to do this, she can survive with everyone 

she tells you that it’s impossible, that Monokuma doesn’t like useless pawns 

it’s kill or be killed for her 

you won’t let her leave

so you call monokuma, after a while you two work out a deal

Toujo lives if you become the traitor 

you tell her that she doesn’t need to kill, your going to get her out alive

and maybe it’s because of the time you two have spent together, but she trusts you. 

she won’t tell anyone about the new predicament 

so you two make up a lie

about how she was being controlled

she has to act completely different now, but only around everyone else

they believe you

you keep her by your side 24/7

your going to make sure she lives. no matter what 

even if you have to taint your soul

Amami:

“It was a bit obvious, wasn’t it?”

He was the SHSL ??? After all

he was very much suspicious from the start 

and yet, everyone trusted him with open eyes

they even saw how his demeanor would change, how he somehow knew that it wouldn’t be as easy to leave the school

and now he’s the one left standing 

you yell why

he investigated with you

you two ate meals together 

you had eachother’s backs for the trials 

and he’s the traitor?

he... he helped kill everyone?

you just don’t want to believe it.

he tells the remaining students that they’re all going to die

that his ruler will kill them all

people ask him if this ‘ruler’ is Ouma..

he laughs 

“ As if someone of that level could ever compare to my ruler!”

He goes on, about how his ruler takes care of all his subjects who do as they are told

they are loved, they get food and drink

he tells them that he was offered the chance to help his ruler with one of their blissful killing games.

and of course he just couldn't say no.

he belongs to his ruler, that’s why he is here in the first place

he looks directly at you 

“ Now don’t worry, I don’t intend on killing anyone myself...I just might... help a little bit.”

he’s smiling the same carefree smile 

and then you notice that he’s wearing a mask

and the room is starting to get warmer 

now your friends are collapsing 

 and it hurts to breath 

and your eyes are on fire

now someone is dragging you 

...........................

you wake up in a white room

you cant move

And then a girl is above you

she introduces herself as.... mu...kro?

you can’t really tell, your hearing isn’t really that good

she tells you that you won.

the game ends when 2 people are left standing

you just happened to get lucky and not die until last 

Your going be soo happy

it’ll be you and Amami, the great leader has ordered that you two carry on another killing game in another country

you two will be lovers

partners in crime 

And you want to object, 

Maki, Kiibo... everyone 

they’re nobody anymore

you don’t have a choice

You either die a hero, or live to see yourself be the villain 

and you were forced to live.

Shirogane:

She denies it, of course

 it takes multiple pieces of hard evidence in order to make her confess 

and boy is it ever hard

your yelling at her, noticing the holes in her facts adn pointing out when she slips up

it takes both you and Saihara most of the afternoon in the trial room to get a conviction

she’s starting to sweat, and her hair is gradualy getting messier and messier 

and she starts pulling at it when you call her out on another thing

it hurts you, to see the person you thought you knew act like this 

but you keep going on

pressing further and further 

come on, come on

just one more thing 

one more and you could crack this entire case 

“kaede didn’t see the cloth becasue the body was covering it!”

oh no

it’s over 

“Shirogane... how did you know that the body was moved?”

“Isn’t that obvious, the killer stabbed the victim in the back, they would have either fell forward or landed on their side.”

“No. That’s wrong, you can clearly see that there was a hole for the knife to go into, the killer simply had to knock the victim down!”

and then it hits her 

shit 

she shouldn’t have said that 

and now she’s cornered

she snaps in the blink of an eye

her eyes glassy, reflecting a sea-blue spirals in her eyes

“I’ve been found out.”

She’s not talking to anyone, she’s just stating it for herself 

she doesn’t say much after that, and the voting goes smoothly

but now you realize the reality of what’s going to happen 

Shirogane, knocked students out and took them to the mastermind 

she was given protection

a fair trade 

but one of her plans went wrong

she did’t even realize what had happened until she had killed them

you sadly don’t feel bad

your sad that your friend is about to die, it hurts you so much

but she tortured you

for hours and hours and hours

you watch as the guillotine comes down on her head. 

and then you start to cry.

 Ouma:

the SHSL supreme ruler, is a sidekick.

the though by itself is enough to make you laugh

combined with the fact that he is working with the mastermind of the killing game that you’re in, it’s less comforting 

people had suspected him of being the mastermind, many many people 

and he turns out to just be a traitor 

but then as more people died, and everyone grew closer and closer to confronting the mastermind, Ouma began to act strangely 

he would have dark circles under his eyes when you saw him

he rarely showed up for the morning meet up in the cafeteria

he looked more panicked 

and then it was the final trial  

it’s just you, Saihara and kiibo that are still alive when you find out 

and instead of laughing in your faces, he starts crying 

the room is dead silent 

you can’t think straight, the idea alone of Ouma breaking down is enough for tears to start rolling down your face 

your gripping the poduim for dear life as saihara says the mastermind’s name in a shaky breath 

 it’s Kaede

saihara is devastated, of course

and as she pops up in a dramatic entrance and begins ranting on about something to do with hope,Ouma is still sniffling 

you can tell by the way he’s shaking that he’s trying his hardest to keep composed 

“OI, Shut up will you!”

as Kaede’s voice echos throughout the room, Ouma gives a small wimpier and shuts up

and hell, now you’re angry 

because how dare she 

you’ve been the one to protect him from the other accusing students, you always held onto that hope that he was a good person all along 

and she killed them all

amami, Tenko, Angie, Maki, Kaito, Tsumigi and everyone else 

they’re dead because of her 

and now your tears are gone

you’re filled to the brim with rage 

and you ask her why? Why would you do this?

she tells it all,she did it because she likes too

and Ouma?

he’s her slave

Ouma goes rigid at her words, you can see he’s scared 

you don’t want to believe it, but Kaede has evidence

and then she talks about her talent 

she’s not really the SHSL pianist

she’s got Ouma’s talent, she just let him ‘borrow’ it 

 Ouma is the SHSL slave

no no no no no

you don’t want to even think about that 

“Ouma, take off your scarf.”

he has to, he has no choice

and sure enough, there’s a collar there.

it’s not one of those old fashion ones, it resembles a shock collar

there’s red welts and purple bruises where it’s been pulled at

you want o cry out as Ouma begins to shake, because you just wanted to protect everyone, and you failed

Saihara and Kiibo have to both work against the mastermind, but you know it’s pointless

you are all found guilty for a non-existent murder 

Ouma saying sorry over and over and over

but what’s the point

this game was meant to kill everyone 

you’re sitting under a crusher when Ouma locks eyes with you

eyes full of fear and pain and the wright of the world in those deep orbs

“I tried.”

the press comes down in a quick motion

and you don’t realize anything 

[aliciagaliano]

Tales of Spider-Jack Noir

Notes are at the foot of the page

...

Someday you might find your hero, Some say, you might lose your mind...

AKA... What a Life! - Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds

...

Ah, the city of San Franjosé. It's been a while since the gang's been there – well, everyone minus Flint... according to intelligence he's gathering, the disappeared inventor had to be somewhere in the city, most likely in what's now the old headquarters of the Live Corp. It wasn't just a mere assumption of his part, he knew that his vanished friend was in there kidnapped and he desperately needed to get him out because his life was in great danger. Nobody else knew anything about it more than himself, he was just vanished for four days and it was stressing as hell to not know where he could be, they weren't looking for money, no one contacted his father to ask for a ransom, "vendetta" was written all over the place...

Right now he was on the lane that belonged to his former apartment, it wasn't that late at night, but there was nobody on the streets either, he didn't care about it, he didn't need anyone to see him. He was using a hooded sweater as his hands were on the pockets, observing towards the lone isle with the giant light bulb which was off, as if there was not even a single soul inside... he had a tingle saying that was wrong, it wasn't empty, they were somewhere inside undercover, trying to not raise any sort of attention.

"There you have the Live Corp. headquarters, my dear friend!" He said out loud – even if he was alone, biting his lower lip, "I know Flint must be there."

"I have to put a question here, Seán." A voice said from his wristbands, "How are you so sure that Mr. Lockwood is here? I'm sorry if I sound rude with it–"

"It's fine!" He interrupted raising both hands, "You ain't being rude at all pal, it's just curiosity, isn't it?" There was a little pause, he sighed deeply trying to mentalize the possible dangers ahead. "Alright. Connor, scan the building, please."

The sides of both wristbands illuminated as what looked like light particles (that were actually nanobots) detached from them, forming a person: it was a tall young man appearing to be in his late twenties to mid thirties, with brown eyes and dark brown hair wearing a uniform of a semi-formal grey jacket, white shirt, dark tie, and dark jeans, a blue armband on the right arm, on the front a blue triangle on the left chest and what looked like the model and serial numbers on the right chest. The back of his jacket has across the shoulders the word ANDROID, a larger blue triangle, and his model number RK800, half a head taller than the Irishman. He looked towards the island as his eyes got this blue glow, Seán raised up his left arm to see what was Connor seeing in his scanners through a holographic screen.

"The highest point of the building is empty." He said, the Irishman was seeing how a map of the place was being built up too, "The lower floors from the office to the main floor are empty," He kept scanning, "Huh, Seán?" He said, "There is a huge concentration of people in the isle, underneath the building, I detect Mr. Lockwood in there too, but according to my scanners, his physical condition is deplorable. My diagnosis is physical burnout."

"Physical bu–" He hoped that what he thought was wrong, "Are they fucking beating him?!" The situation escalated, "We have to save him now!" The android nodded as he went back up to the wristbands, the Irishman cracked his knuckles, "Connor, suit me up!" The same nanobots got out from the wristbands going all over his body: it became a neoprene jumpsuit covering his entire body, of dark green around the zone of his front torso, the upper sides of his arms, his back to the height of the shoulder blade plus his waist to make it look like a belt and his shoes; dark blue tones under his arms, ending at the height of his elbow, the back side was the same color plus his trousers. It had designs in black of what looked like a spiderweb, logo of one was right in the middle of his chest as another similar logo, but bigger and quite sillier was on his back in the same dark green. "Woah, the fuck is this suit?!"

"It was an update sent before we ended up here," The AI explained, "it's called the Water Spider. It will let you dive."

"Why would I want to dive right now?"

"There is an underwater entrance where we can break in without being detected."

"Ohhh! I get it." A mask covered his head, following the same pattern of his clothes, "Spider-Jack is here bitches!" He quickly jumped to the water and started to dive, from his spider-insignia a bright light that crossed the dark waters towards the bottom popped, illuminating his way. He didn't feel like going any faster. "Connor, what can this suit else do?" He asked, he got indicated to stick his fingers together, when he separated them again, web-like fabrics knitted on the sides as webbed hands, "Ha! Cool!" He looked at his feet too, seeing frog legs, he was completely flipping the hell out of excitement, "But I don't entirely need them, do I?" There was no response, "Anyway, let's go!"

His feet got against the concrete surface of the safety wall of the lane, separating his legs and bending them, he took impulse. Water started to swirl around his legs, going up to his waist, then he took the leap: the water swirling became a whirlpool that gave him impulse like a torpedo, diving fast through the sea towards the isle. It was maybe an amazing sensation that made him feel free, the closest thing from flying – even if it wasn't flying at all... sometimes he wished he wasn't too fucking afraid of heights, he would be able to enjoy more his gifts in that way...

He was diving nearby the bottom, raising sand, avoiding rocks, seeing some awesome fish swimming around mindlessly of the world outside; he got upside down seeing the distant surface and the lights from stars reflected on the moon, it was mesmerizing to see the wavy surface of the water refracting the light and "eating" the rays a couple of meters after. Maybe, sometimes the sea was wide translucent at days, that wasn't the case at night, yet from the deep to the surface, so many people were missing a pretty view like that... then maybe, what he was seeing was what those people who died in open seas saw before they closed their eyes forever – he should stop thinking about it or he'd end up developing thalassophobia (1) like Mark. Maybe not, it was just a fun wonder to observe.

Oh yeah, it didn't take long (around three or four minutes) before they arrived to the feet of the isle, looking to his sides he started to swim in the search of an entrance using the light from his chest, Connor pointed out that there was a bigger facility underneath, the secret labs that Barb talked once upon a time and the reason of why the government didn't destroy the headquarters just yet.

"Seán, I detect an entrance under you." The AI said, he started to dive down, finding a hatch, "There is no one on the other side; if I am right, this is an exit for divers, we can make a plan when we're in."

He nodded in response as he started to go dive again, down below he found a hatch, his hands quickly drove there as he twisted it open... how fun, it was easier than he thought, maybe because it wasn't an old hatch from a sunk ship but anyway, he first looked to his sides as if it was a window where he was getting into, then sled his body in and closed the hatch.

There was no other way he could feel in that moment, and that was pure excitement.

His first solo mission.

When they reached the other side of the large pipeline, it seemed to end on a cubit, reaching a room a couple of meters up where some white-and-orange diving suits were hanging; his spider-themed suit vanished as he stretched out a bit trying to contain his excitement, what a nice way to prove himself a bit with a saving mission, right?

Right?

"Your neurotransmissors as showing a lot of activity, Seán. In the scale of 1 to 10, how excited are you?"

"20!" He exclaimed, "This is the first time I'm going like this and it's fucking alone, and I'm so excited that this is happening! It's perfect to prove myself that I'm actually good!" It's something his AI detected clearly even if he didn't sound really clear, the last sentence was carried with a little hint of anxiety and distress, "And Flint is my friend, he needs our help."

"Actually, Seán, you don't–" He was interrupted.

"Alright Connor, suit me up!"

Well, he didn't say a thing as he followed the command. This time his suit was pure black from heads to feet: black boots, black skin-tight trousers, a tool belt with a gun in its holster at his right side, a large black coat, underneath it he was wearing a turtleneck and what looked like a vest; then his hands were gloved, his head was covered in a mask with the spider web design, aviator-like google eyes and a large cowboy-looking hat with a sharp blade on its edges, which also had a green ribbon around it. On his back there was the spider logo too in a more stylized way. Underneath the mask he seemed genuinly impressed, looking to his hands and his general outfit, taking off the hat and looking at it.

"This is the stealth suit, Jack." Connor said, "The Spider-man Noir."

"With Kung Lao's hat?! Really?! This is fucking awesome! And I even have a gun – even if I actually have no fucking clue how to use it... Anyway! Can this be the default suit?" He got a positive answer that made him happier than before, putting his hat back up he got ready. Inside the mask he could see on his right eye the map of the entire underground lab and where his friend was, from the large paths of hallways that leads to a same giant underwater dome, the ventilation system. Of course he would – no, he had to take the hard way.

Slowly he got out from there throughout the vents (incredibly his hat did fit), unlike the quite dim room from before, looking out through the ventilation grill he could see that the hallways were as bright as the rest of the building with that titanium white, What the fuck with all the white– or light blue– whatever color I'm seeing anyway? He thought, At this point is obnoxious...

"Oh, I'm sorry Jack, I forgot to activate the colorblind lenses (2)."

"Wait a minute, what the– woah..." It took only a few seconds to notice how different (and brighter) the colors looked with the lenses on, adjusted perfectly to his visual graduation, "But I thought they take a while on getting adjusted!" The lack of answer actually made him realize what he just said, "Enchroma (3) didn't make them, right?" His mask retracted for a moment, leaving his hat on as he massaged his eyeballs, blinking twice and getting his mask back on, the lack of response answered his question, "Of course."

Going back to the fucking thing, he started to move through the ducts as careful as he could, kind of feeling inside a Metal Gear game because of all the secrecy he had to have to move around without being detected... it was time to put in march what video games taught him, and one of these was how to be Solid Snake. He let out a little "fuck yeah" with the thoughts.

Even behind the vents, his mask was showing him where the people were, and there were actually guards walking around the halls, he heard some of them complaining for needing to patrol a highly secured (ha! Surely secured) facility where not even a single soul from outside could enter – of course little they knew there was an intruder even if they seemed to have a thermal camera as an extra gadget to detect whatever that could move beneath the walls.

Surely that was (not) the case.

Connor explained him some of the advantages of the Noir suit: invisibility under the shadows like a ninja, designed to be undetectable on radars including those types of cameras because one never knows, silk steps if he wasn't running, bulletproof, a few hundreds of combinations of spider-webs that would make his mind blow away, and a guide's user in case he wanted to check later. The last feature brought a question: "Why didn't you tell me that before?" To then get the obvious realization that there wasn't actually a lot of time in hands, even less when he got an update of the condition of the distressed inventor, so he kept moving.

It could be the fact of being just crawling the reason of why he was having the feeling of going so slow, realizing how it was also easy to lose track of time in a secured facility where the only lights available to be seen was the annoying white lights (fuck, it was even worse with the lenses on), some of the guards he passed by were completely oblivious to his presence, passing undetected; at some point, tired of sneaking in the ventilation he decided to find an empty room and check on the user's guide to see if he could get to move forward faster outside, checking about the invisibility mode. It was a lot of a fun thing actually, when Connor mentioned the invisibility under the shadows he meant it literally, it was, according to the guide, to hide from cameras and other people at plain sight, mostly planned for dim places like underground facilities (of course, no one would've count in something like Live Corp ever).

On the other hand that little break gave him a point where he could take a look to the underground map with more calm to take shortcuts, still keeping track with the help of his AI of the people roaming around the area, it was possible to reach Flint's location safely, probably without getting into fights or anything. They could get out by the same way where he entered, he only needed get his friend dressed with the swimsuit, the oxygen tank and mask and they'd be able to swim away and eventually get back to the island; ten minutes later he was ready again to leave, stretching his arms and body, tapping his hat a bit...

Unexpectedly when he was right about to leave, one of the guards entered. Shit!

Before the guard could even have the time to react, the Irishman quickly extended his right arm upside down as a spider thread was shot from his wrist, sticking on the person's chest, then he quickly dragged him to his direction and with the other hand Jack got him stuck against the wall, just for in case he had to web up his mouth with a little bullet, "Sorry..." He whispered as he awkwardly left. He already used the shooters before, but he never reacted in that way... he blamed it to the panic. Even Connor was surprised for it; was it worth hiding again?

"Jack, my scanner indicates that Mr. Lockwood is moving."

"What? Where is he going?"

Instead of making it pop again on an eye, he made it pop again on his right hand and saw several dots moving towards the dome, he wondered what was that actual point, quickly he started to move again as fast as he could.

.

On the other hand, Flint Lockwood wondered what was going to happen now. He wondered how long he's been trapped down there, he did lose track of time since he arrived; his face showed several bruises, a swollen eye, the right side of his lower lip was cut, hands tied behind his back while his right arm seemed to be twisted in an uncomfortable position; he didn't seem to have had a real shower in days as his lab coat and blue shirt were dirty and stained with his own blood. They've been "playing" with him for days and all he hoped was just leave; his friends were sick worried for him...

And he missed to have Sam with him...

This was a random moment of introspection as he thought about the many times he fucked it up with her, yet they were still together. She knew that his stupidity wasn't intentional but because of his naivety leading his reasoning everywhere... he's been wanting everything to be a stupid, realistic nightmare, but it wasn't for his biggest dismay; was it the hell he had to be through for all his past mistakes? The food storm, the affair with the foodimals, Chester... he squinted feeling anger towards himself, again his current situation was his bad for not having been careful at the time of leaving the laboratory towards the woods.

And that's when he realized how he needed Seán by his other side, the man with the big dick energy (as Brent referred once) who often manages to flip the coin to a positive side and showed all the support of the world since their very first meeting. He could even consider him as his best friend... always there to help him out with his problems, whiling to listen and help out if it was necessary. No one actually ever cared for him that much, and if he was going to die there then, it was a real pleasure having met them. So, am I actually resigning myself? He thought, Meatballs... Whatever was going to happen, he should get ready.

The dome was different from the rest of the hallways: dimmer in dark tones (which was a relief for a lot of people from the obnoxious white), a lot of dangerous turned off inventions all around the place on different stands with their respective names plus some failed attempts of replicating his FLDSMDFR. The first day (?) some of them forced him to build one for them, he completely refused, he got a blow on his face in response; next they tried to force him to make some more weapons similar to the refreeze-a-fan, something better than that, again he refused, again they hit him harder than before to make him cooperate. He hated having done it; after that they wanted new armors in base of the Sentinels of Safety, something better, more dynamic, five fingers, stronger and faster, safer for them so nobody else but them would be able to use it (one of them was in the crazy food battle of the factory in Swallow Falls and remembers how Barry was able to use it without problems). Again he refused, but ended breaking when the hits became stronger and worse than before, actually, after he felt his arm snapping, swearing it was broken... for now, two out of three things were still blueprints, hopefully everything would explode in their faces like his usual stuff does.

Indeed, the most loyal people without Chester were nothing but idiots, and they clearly needed someone like him to help them get out from the shadows.

Then they tossed him to a chair, making him tumble backwards and roll once as he whimpered in pain, hissing in pain as he tried to at least sit down without his two hands as they laughed, putting the chair back on its place and grabbing him from under his armpit he sat looking down; if the room was silent, a soft wheeze would be heard from him.

"What the heck do you want now...?" He asked huskily, "Just leave me alone..."

They tied his arms around the chair and his ankles against the legs of the same. He realized how the sneaky assholes were aware of his crescent fear and how they were even enjoying it.

"Well, after everything you've done for us, there is someone who's been eager to see you again!"

Again?

He heard footsteps from behind, he tried to turn around but he was unavailable to do so. He was really scared now, trying to untie himself somehow and just run away as fast as his legs could, hide, find the exit, then who knows what'd happen? All he wanted was see his bed and cuddle his girlfriend, have long hours of sleep and pretend nothing ever happened.

"Goodnight, young Lockwood. We meet again."

No, nope, nope, nopity nope, NO! There was no way in the entire universe that voice belonged to who he thought, he saw how that Cheespider ate him before he could run away... the back of his head got smacked hard, making him hiss in pain once again, then there was a sharp pain on his left cheek that spread to the rest of his face, another at the right side of his face as the person was downloading its rage on his humanity, to then feel how there were two hands grabbing his shirt, and a horrible pain on his forehead that even created a bleeding wound. The strength used was such at the point he tumbled backwards again, his seat turned to a side as he could feel the blood slowly dripping from his forehead as he hissed in pain more than before; he was feeling dizzy now, feeling difficult to breath as probably his nose was now either dislocated or broken (all he knew was that it was burning).

"Chester..." He heavily said, "How...?"

He felt the older inventor kicking his stomach, taking away the air from his lungs.

"Yes, Lockwood, I'm still alive!" He kicked him again angrily, making him cough and gasp for air, "And not thanks to you!"

"Stop it!" He barely managed to say it, there was too little air in his lungs to say it louder, coughing heavily, to then feel him kicking his chest. "Please...!"

"You took away everything from me, little piece of shit!" He angrily replied, "My company!" He kicked his chest again, "My money!" The poor inventor wheezed harder than before as the pain intensified to an extent he couldn't handle, "And my reputation!"

It was a lie to say that no one in the underground heard the loud scream of pain of Flint plus the popping sound of a broken bone, and that was the case. That last kick was hard enough to break a couple of his ribs, making him wheeze and cough hard, already feeling the metallic flavor of blood escalating his throat; the former scientist placed him upon his back without straightening up the chair, having this psychotic smile on his face as a crazy bitch enjoying the moment so badly...

The screams that were heard all over the underground were painfully clear: it echoed in every single corner of the entire place, Chester was squashing his chest against the floor, crushing his hands and his injured arm at the same time, he felt how he was starting to choke in his own blood, his left lung was aching badly, swearing it was getting punched – or at least going in that way horribly. "Stop! Please! Please!" He begged with tears down his face, "Please!"

"You think I'll be merciful after all you've done to me, Flint?" He asked in the coldest way he could, squashing his chest more, "I know that Christian and Chelsea are by your side as well... you put them against me!"

"I didn't do anything!" He squealed, "They aren't kids neither stupid! Of course they know what you've– AHHHH!" Putting asides the pain, he actually couldn't believe how sadistic this man actually was, and he never realized either, he was enjoying with every single fiber of his being on torturing him, breaking every single bone he could under the weight of his foot. He's been waiting so long to put his hands on him, to beat him and break him down as much as he could. Why he waited to do it? He needed to see how actually far he could be got pushed to make everything he wanted, if under pressure he would do anything they wanted as long they stopped torturing him... sadly he was decided to not cooperate about making a new food machine, he didn't care, once he had everything settled up, he'd have his coveted revenge. He wanted to kill him right there, but he'd wait til all his friends were under his mercy and his island destroyed...

Retiring his feet from his chest, he saw him wheezing and coughing that crimson liquid he's been wanting to see so badly from him. Since he first got out from that damned cheespider he just pictured a thousands of ways of killing the stupid little shit of Flint Lockwood, he's been seeing it again and again for weeks the blood spilt from the goddamn piece of shit of the blue-eyed inventor, see him suffering one way or another... now it was physical damage, in some time his revenge would fall upon his precious home, and he couldn't wait for the day to come. The underground lab was the best place to hide because it was impossible for anyone to get in, even for the government. They'd never know he was alive until it was too late! At that point, world domination didn't seem as a bad idea... after all, everything he loved and had was gone, he would definitely look forward to kill Flint... for now... he had to keep him alive, then, bye bye!

"Take him back to his cell." He said, "And give him some medical attention, I don't want him to die yet."

Flint got untied, he didn't fight back, wheezing with every breath he took, the ones around him were checking him with portable X-ray scanners, retired the chair leaving him laying on the floor as Chester gave his back to him ready to leave.

"You haven't seen it... right...?" His former idol turned around to look at him, seeming curious, "You... you'll just add... another reason... for Chelsea and Christian to... to hate you..." He was having serious issues to breath, wheezing harder than before, "If I die... they won't ever... forgive you... even Barb won't forgive you..." His blue eyes were staring straight to his green eyes behind those green-tinted glasses, "Unless you stop this madness..."

He knew how angry Chester got by his words, he didn't care, actually he gave a little smile knowing that he dug his grave earlier than expected. In his opinion, even if he was about to join his mother in the other world, he said just the plain truth from his point of view in base of the opinion of his three friends: at a beginning he didn't entirely trust his offspring fearing that they'd do something to him, but showed him in many ways that they weren't spiteful but the opposite, being angry at their father for all he did to him and his friends; on the other hand Barb actually had hopes of him being alive and having realized all his mistakes, wishing for him to be the man he was before he turned into that greedy jerk... at least, he was alive, yet crazier than ever.

There was still time to change, but he wasn't going to take it...

"Say goodbye, Lockwood!"

The people who were around them looked to each other, with one glance they all stepped back in fear, Chester was being totally serious.

"Goodbye..." He closed his eyes and fell instantly unconscious, perfect enough to not feel pain ready to leave.

The old inventor raised his foot ready to squash him for once at all, ready to end with his goddamn life and make him pay for everything he took away, hating to see that fucking smile on Lockwood's face as if he was mocking him...

Suddenly something stuck at his side, and at the same time he lowered his leg to stomp on his chest, Flint's body was dragged to the darkness making him stomp the hard floor, by how hard he hit it, he felt a loud cramp escalating from the bottom of his bones to his skin, making him grab it from his knee and hiss in pain while trying to keep his balance. "What the fuck just happened?!"

"Me bitch!" A distorted voice said from behind, when he turned around he got punched right in the face, but it felt like a boulder hitting him, and it was that hard at the point he was sent flying backwards, rolling on his back leaving him dazed off for a moment, feeling the warm blood starting to get out of his nose. He couldn't see what the heck was that, but he saw his henchmen pointing everywhere trying to find who did it.

"Release the goddamn sentinel drones!"

Hidden somewhere around the dome, Jack was scanning Flint with the help of Connor next to him, having needed to take off his mask when the rage started to take over and he needed air: dislocated nose, arm fractured in four parts, his face was too bruised and stained in crimson at the point he couldn't take it, his rib cage was severely damaged with some bones broken in several parts causing him a type-3 pulmonar laceration that needed an urgent surgery, so at the time of carrying him he needed to be careful enough.

"Seán," Connor called out while he was closing some of the injures with a spray from his index finger, "Why don't you try to use the instant transmission? Even with my aid, Mr. Lockwood will need specialized care. Any sudden movement can worsen the condition of his inner injuries, our only way to get out and fast is with the instant transmission."

He looked to his sides checking that nobody was coming.

"Connor, you realize I haven't got the handle of a lot of aspects of my powers, right?" He stared at him serious, "Even if I already have like three years with it, I still haven't got the proper handle of being an energy sensor and even less about Chris' version of the instant transmission! The island is too far from here to feel their energy, and I don't know if I'll have enough time to concentrate and expand my ratio."

"Well, you'll have to try. There is no other way without risking his life more."

The Irishman sighed as he got his mask back up. Underneath he closed his eyes and placed his index and middle finger on his forehead trying to concentrate. In the darkness of his mind everything started to flicker: the presences of every single living being in a ratio of three miles, from the biggest whale swimming deep in the sea to the smallest bug, he could feel and see them... he tried to expand his ratio, go beyond and find the location of the island, try to feel the earth as part of him, its energy flowing inside him as one... then there was a thing he developed with his ability to sense energy, something called the "spider-sense" (or as a friend of his uses to say, the "Jack-a-boy tingle"), without hesitation one of his hands went to the gun and took it out, shooting a drone behind him about to shoot at him; it didn't just affect the bot, but it was that powerful that made its way out.

With a lot of ability he sheathed his gun again, carefully grabbed the inventor and placed him on his back, Connor strapped the inventor against the back of the Irishman by making an extension of the Noir suit, there he started to run faster than the drones that started to swarm could realize (and that maybe was the biggest dismay for Chester as he was seeing every single little thing with their cameras now). Jumping up and down and using the drones at platforms he was making his way to the big vault-like door at the same time they kept shooting and destroying each other in the attempt of getting Jack, who was smiling widely under the mask. Hell yeah! This is fucking awesome! he thought proudly, It's time showtime! Shooting a spider string towards a drone, he quickly twisted on his axis and tossed it towards another group making them explode, from behind the smoke wall more came, he jumped and started to stick as many as he could, to then use an electrified web that extended to a large and important group.

He had a feeling of more coming from up, that'd mean that the door was going to open. He got really ready for it, from back and front he was surrounded, but no one counted with his cowboy hat: he tossed it, it sliced one, two, five, six, ten, thirty before ricocheting back to him as he repeated, attacking as many as he could while they were trying to either deflect, evade or destroy the dangerous weapon disguised as something innocent as a hat... but he was everywhere! It was insane! There were shootings from his powerful gun, the sharp blade of the cowboy hat and the spider-man himself destroying them with pure brute force, it was like a carnage of metal and loads and loads of precious technology being put down by an army of fucking one! He couldn't let escape a potential specimen for research now...

On the other hand, with every leap, body twist and stunt he made, Seán was trying hard to be careful with his movements and not worsen the situation of his best friend, it was an entertaining activity in his honest opinion, but there was a life in danger so he had to go. He had all the fun his friends experiences sometimes, now it was time to go to the serious shit and flee; it wouldn't matter what'd happen later, the priority was Flint's life and nothing else. Quickly he trespassed the open vault-like door as more were coming, seeing a large spiral stairway that would be translated to at least three dozens of floors, Eugh, I'm not gonna run all the way up! Flexing his knees and going as down as he could, he gave a powerful jump that even broke the metallic floor leaving a mark of something taking off, reaching a quarter of the staircase he made a backflip before he could fall, landing on the handle and took another jump, breaking again whatever was down there (basically cutting an important part of the path) and finally used a drone that popped too close and exploded mid-air as he got to the door. He charged his fist as the air seemed to even compress there, breaking it and part of the wall with something he referred as the "Kilkenny Smash (4)".

The main floor was back to that obnoxious white, but with all the lights turned off which was better, he quickly started to run again towards an exit in the direction that Connor was indicating him. He was ready to smash the wall when a horde of drones popped again, How many fucking robots does this madman got? Gosh, how fucking annoying! He kept going to the wall of the entrance, then made a backflip and quickly started to jump upon them again. He only had one exit: go all the way up by using the outside of the hydraulic elevator. While he was avoiding, counterattacking and repeating he was looking up; at least no one would be telling that he was looking scared, because he fucking was.

"Uh... do I really have to go all the way up, Connor...?"

"There is no other way out, Seán. As an AI who carries their past experiences, trainings and personalities, you have to overcome your vertigo in order to be better."

He looked up again, it seemed so fucking high like a skyscrapper, it looked fucking scary (as if fighting killing drones wasn't), then there was resignation knowing that his AI was right about it... With a great power comes a great responsibility, he had power, he had a life walking and swinging violently on the tight rope on his back... three miles didn't sound too far away even if it meant not knowing where he teleported, he couldn't be going like that for too long, it was dangerous in some ways, so... taking a deep breath he separated his legs and charged towards the elevator, when he ran, the surface under him broke again leaving the mark of his foot and raising part of the hexagonal floor; he crossed his arms as a defense, clashing fully against the drones with something called "Brighton Smash" making them explode as well. When he reached the feet of the elevator he made a backflip, took impulse on a drone and jumped up...

"Oh boy, here we go... Naruto sprint, don't fail me now..."

One of his foot got the surface, then the other and he started to run the rest of the way with a ninja sprint, it was quite tiring defy the laws of gravity, Flint wasn't a problem as he felt like a feather. Up, and up, and up he got, reaching the top in no time; he did another super jump as he extended his arm in high with his fist closed, underneath the mask he closed his eyes, hearing the loud crack from the ceiling made of glass...

Everything went in slow motion...

He felt freedom.

When he dared to open up his eyes again he felt alive, almost feeling like his hands could graze the sky, the night sky was shinier than ever, full of stars salutating, it was even beautiful than looking from the bottom of the ocean... the world shut down in its entirety being overwhelmed by not just the view, but his actual position, as if he was floating in space drifting away letting it take him somewhere else. Amazing how those thoughts crossed his mind for only a couple of seconds before his body bent backwards landing on the translucent ceiling at the same time more drones popped from the hole he made and other many places; he ran a few metters before taking a leap from there, freefalling.

"You've gotten over your fear pretty fast, Seán." Connor said.

"It's the adrenaline doing everything, don't mention it again or I'll chicken out!"

Turning around to face the sky he shot a string against the translucent wall of the gigantic building, when it tensed he swung with body forward with the intention of turning towards the entrance, flying away when it got cut by a laser from one of the drones, so flipping to the front, he extended his legs with the intention of landing on the bridge that connected him to mainland. When his feet touched the ground he started to run away. Boss ass bitch isn't going to let me have another option if he keeps on like this... He thought.

A game of lasers then got all around him with the intentions of killing him and Flint in the process and destroy the bridge so they wouldn't get to a safer place, at that point he wasn't seeing the drones, just the lasers coming endlessly from everywhere as a cage from just one point on the other side looking at him: he saw her staring with a defying grin as energy beams were coming out from all her fingertips, moving them and making a full set of many ones going to him. He smiled back.

He took a leap reaching a falling piece of the bridge, running all the way up and keep going, making a side flip that made three longshots pass by almost grazing him, on a stable ground he kept running, leaping through an almost closed hole as if it was a ring... in a nutshell he was completely overcoming the biggest offensive Chester has ever made against anyone for his major dismay... it was impossible, right? It just had to be impossible and a stupid, crazy dream.

"You know what? Imma fuckin' do it," The Irishman said, "He's gonna fucking regret what he's done!"

"You mean..."

"Hell yeah! Connor, water spider suit!"

He ran behind a falling piece of falling debris as his suit was quickly switched back to the Water Spider, then took a powerful impulse towards the ocean as he flipped to the front and, for another major surprise of the oldest inventor, he actually landed on fucking water! "Beep beep motherfucker!" he heard him yell with the distorted voice again as the Irishman started to go away by actually skating. On. WATER! (Un)knowingly for Jack, he had the crazy feeling that maybe dear Chester was screaming and sending everything he got in a crazy attempt of either capturing or killing him – whatever the fuck happens first. With every mad laugh he was making he was losing a chunk of sanity, but it didn't matter as long as the nuisances were fucking gone, right? He wanted to stomp onto that fucking spider, kill it with fire or ice, it didn't matter! He wanted him to fucking vanish! He saw him leap and fall into the water, vanishing to the deep – why even?

One of the cameras turned off. "What the–?!" Then other and another, the water itself was raising into water stalagmites getting all of the drones in a shot, branching out in water arms creating a large set of technological fireworks... this was out of this world, the dude even had fucking hydrokinesis, he got into his element and had all the advantage of the fucking world... with one of the many cameras he saw the Irishman resurfacing, with his body surrounded by a green halo, he started to fly away as his hands touched the water, to then start to ascend...

"Oh shit..."

He couldn't believe it anymore, it was completely insane... he wondered how far his hydrokinesis could go because he just raised a gigantic wall of water that was of the size of a tsunami directly towards the isle, then the top started to get the shape of a water-y fist that raised up the middle finger as a clear "fuck you" from the Irishman, who still had his arm in high as a way to keep it up. Nothing from his arsenal would be able to stop the incoming destruction it'd cause when the fall comes. Of course there were a lot of people witnessing the frightening yet amazing event going on, while the police was trying to evacuate as much as they could before they could die...

"Behold my ultimate attack: United Kingdom of Smash! (5)" He swung his arm down, the middle finger started to fall right towards the headquarters. Many of the people inside were running in circles as the tsunami siren was flickering on and off, others were hiding under desks or even praying to God for mercy as the entrance of the place, destroyed by the Irishman in his way out was one of the hermetic doors in case of floods and it was unsure if the vault would handle the pressure, maybe yes, maybe not, but it was going to come with everything. "Fuck you dude!"

When the wave fell, it destroyed the building taking away everything in its wave, the water made its way towards the underground where (un)fortunately the secured door managed to keep them safe, trapped for some time as there wasn't a real way to get out asides of that little room with a limited stock of diving suits, the specialized machinery that builds anything they need was upstairs and destroyed as well, so... they wouldn't be a problem for some time (hopefully, forever), it'd mean peace for an undefined amount of time (months, or just mere weeks as there was no actual way to tell what was left) and it'd give time Flint to heal properly enough. Leftovers of technology were coming afloat as other parts sunk, parts of the drones scattered in the water mixed with the debris of the bridge and the building...

The Irishman landed on the wet lane happy that there wasn't a severe damage for the coast city than just water; his body was trembling now that all the shit was over, letting all the adrenaline flow and get a proper break... Flint was still on his back, breathing slow, steady and stable.

"You've done an amazing job, Jack." Connor said, popping next to him, "I'm sure he would be proud..."

His mask wore off as he looked at his friend with a glint in his blue eyes as if he was a child.

"You think so...?" His friend nodded in response with a smile, "I'll definitely gonna tell them when we're back, then!" There was a soft chuckle by the side of the android, "Alright, it's time to go I guess..." Again he placed his two fingers on his forehead and closed his eyes, popping his mask back on, facing to the east trying to focus. Come on... He thought, You can do it, just focus, try to do what he told you: visualize the place as much as you can...

"Uh, Seán...?" His friend ignored him as he was giving him his back, looking to catch the energy of the island and perform the instant transmission, "Jack, this is important." He got ignored again, he had to shake his shoulder to make him turn annoyed and point to a side above the ocean showing a damaged drone that was still working, aiming with pretty much every single weapon remaining.

"Fucking dumbass..."

Trapped down there in his underground, Chester was laughing like a madman ready to try to kill them once again by using the manual mode, losing chunks of sanity with every laugh, pretty much everyone behind him were just staring at their boss thinking that it'd been better to stay at home that night. A few holographic buttons were glowing on and off as a signal of be ready to be used: missiles, laser guns, needles, chainsaws, normal guns, tear gas, laughing gas, feathers (what the fuck?)... all of them pointing to his face. By one side there was the Irishman just staring, still with the fingers on his forehead as he amazingly didn't lose the entire focus, on the other side there was the mad scientist getting a microphone ready.

"Are you ready to die spider-bitch?!" He asked out of his mind, contrasting his usual chillness.

"Uh, yeah, maybe?"

"Then say goodbye you fucker!"

"Well, goodbye fucker!"

That's when all his arsenal was shot over and over again until he ran out of ammo, giving hysterical laughs and smashing mostly the missiles, creating a big explosion, a wall of dust and clearly bringing on the attention of the police force which sirens could be heard in the distance. Even with all the crazy amount of shit he shot, there still had to be a dismembered and barely recognizable body – three bodies counting the taller friend next to him, when the dust faded away there was nothing but a large crater and nothing else... did he actually disintegrate them?!

The camera bounced a bit, for a brief second his eyes could see a shadow onto the drone and he went bananas, sadly it was too late when he realized as the transmission cut short. It was game over for him.

At the same time the Irishman, with his hand trespassed the hard metal of the robot like paper and ripped off the core making it instantly fall at the same time he safely landed back, "Jackass." Now, where was he? Oh, right. He focused again, managing to get more of the handle of sensing the energy, going far to the east coast, crossing the ocean, until he finally reached the shore of the island, the town and finally Sparkswood... it was like in his mind he could see the shapes of all his friends in the darkness, pretty much everyone were awake minus Brent and Barb... he wondered if they realized he was gone, maybe not... he swiped his mind outside Sparkswood Labs, he would leave Flint at the entrance, they had medical support and he didn't trust in the security of the hospital so, it was for the best and to protect his best friend, right?

He didn't flinch at the sounds of sirens coming closer to his location, completely trying to keep his focus and his mind clear from external influences; for a moment his body seemed to flicker, then became blurry, and finally at the same time the patrols arrived he was gone...

When he appeared he was in front of the laboratories, jumping inside in joy as he managed to do it; carefully his suit released the straps that were holding the inventor on his back making his body fall, being held by the Irishman who carefully placed him down, happy that the madness was over for now, happy to know that his friend was going to get treated and could recover from all the damage... he stared to his friend for a while, then made the bell of the front door ring as he extended his arm up to a tree and stood there for a moment switching back to stealth mode. Sam was the one who came out curious to know who the hell was coming at fucking 2 A.M., when she saw her boyfriend lying on the ground motionless she drove her hands over her mouth with a muffled gasp and called out for help, it didn't take any long before all their friends arrived to check, with Earl quickly pulling Flint up and rushing inside yelling to Manny to get ready to do his job, before she rushed back inside she looked everywhere trying to see if there was anybody else around, as if someone was watching from the shadows. Even if their eyes connected, she didn't see him, as that happened, she rushed back inside, letting Jack take a deep sigh in response.

Without saying anything he swung his way back to his room in the second floor, feeling glad that he left the large awning window open as he slid under the glass; once his feet touched solid floor, without commands Connor unsuited him, showing a tired Seán that seemed to still being processing all that happened in the last thirty (yes) minutes of his life. He sat at the verge of his bed looking outside, his heart racing against his chest and his skin going paler than it already was. Even if he already did let all the adrenaline flow before, there were things that he still didn't process like having jumped from the roof of what'd be considered as a skyscrapper (as there wasn't a real definition of such in terms of height, it could be considered as one for standing out the rest of the buildings around the coast, and most of them were on hills so many buildings didn't count). The memories of that event were quite fuzzy, everything happened so fast, he reacted mostly by instinct, but the thing he remembered so clearly was that moment when he broke free.

In that moment everything went away, he was floating looking to the sky full of stars as they seemed to be flickering back at him as a salute, it felt like floating in outer space, it just felt crazily amazing, and he would like to repeat that feeling again...

"For a brief time you inhibited your vertigo and did awesome things, Jack." Connor said, snapping him back to reality, he looked at him, the AI started to walk around the room, "You'll have to work more to get over them for good, that's the only way you will be able to enjoy it to full." He took a coin that was on the computer desk, starting to pass it from hand to hand separated in a considerable distance really fast, "Is not just letting the thrill do all the job for you, but taming them as well, keep your head cool and improve your abilities." Then the AI caught the coin between his index and middle finger by its sides, showing the tail of the coin, "You might need a training plan." He pushed the coin out of between his fingers making it land on his knuckle, then started to flip it across the knuckles of his right hand.

"Heh, you really sounded like him this time..."

The soft clink of the coin was audible as he used his thumb to throw it in the air, then caught it back, flipping it a few more times.

"You know who programmed me. They didn't just make me the android sent by CyberLife, but also a bit of them. A bit of him..."

Knock, knock, knock!

"Seán! Wake up!" It was Sam, "Someone brought Flint back! Come soon!"

"Alright, I'm going in a while!" He replied, when he heard her going away he looked at Connor, "Well, get back into the wristbands. We gotta go."

Standing up he stretched up his body ready to leave, his AI followed the command as he returned to the wristbands and headed to the medical bay.

It didn't matter a lot what Chester V could be planning underwater right now, how he would come back with a sweeter revenge upon the island and everyone who turned their back to him; all that mattered was stick to the momentary peace that was peeking for an undefined amount of time. If he had to fool his plans back again he would do it gladly, but for now, now that everything was back to its place he just wanted to take a nap and sleep for hours, later they would see how to raise and improve the security around the area and around the island itself.

Dangers maybe were ahead, and he was going to be ready for it.

...

(1) Thalassophobia: Fear of the ocean.

(2): If someone doesn't about this, Jack said several times he's slightly colorblind. Even if I tried to figure out which kind of colorblindness he got (there are three, then a fourth, really odd one where you see in achromatic colors), I'm still not sure what is it actually so I found myself improvising some points. I'm sorry it is just silly me nitpicking with details (probably a lot) and stuff, that's why I'm pointing it out.

Seán if you ever see this, I really tried.

(3): Enchroma is a brand that sells glasses for colorblind people.

(4): Sorry for my laziness but I'll assume that the reference is quite obvious.

(5): I suddenly thought about this when I was going off to sleep and thought it was hilariously stupid and I feel it as something Jack would actually do (maybe not but it’s fair to dream). Maybe this isn't the ultimate attack and he said it to scare them, but who knows, maybe there is actually more... ... Author's Note: Some of you might be wondering "what the fuck is this shit here?!" Well this is maybe one of the randomnest ideas I've had in a very long while from a story I was writing, but as I had no idea how to tie-in everything to this point and two or three other parts that's been stuck in my head I decided to post it here because they needed to get OUT of my brain. That's why there are many losen points here. My actual intention was publish it this last week, but I found myself in troubles near the end because I was having issues in putting all of the ideas right which ended up leading me to laziness plus college sucks my creativity away plus I'm tired all the time <s>plus I've been slacking off by playing minecraft</s>, and it's a very common problem I face when I'm ending a chapter or story or whatever (and it's horrible). This weird-ass thing will have two or three more parts but I don't know if they're coming out anytime soon... if I don't die first maybe m8. There are things that probably didn't come as good as I expected them to be, but I get often confused when I try to change them as the ideas either swap, gets lost or just completely messes up so... sorry if there aren't good parts lmao. If there are typos I'm sorry, English is not my first language. ... Disclaimers: Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs 2 (c) Sony Pictures Animation Spiderman (c) Marvel Detroit: Become Human (c) Quantic Dream/Sony Interactive Entertainment JackSepticEye/Seán McLoughlin belongs to himself The only things I actually own is this weird-ass piece of fanfic and the Water Spider suit.

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A Love/Hate Review of the movie Black Panther and my thoughts on feelings on this MCU addition. Please note these are just my feelings and thoughts on the film, its an opinion and I am simply one guy from the internet so if there is something you agree with (great) and something you disagree with (also great) just know I am not looking to have a fight over an opinion, which lets be frank have very little influence over the real world and your own like/dislikes.

After watching the trailer and months later stepping into the movie theater, I carried with me three concerns I hopped the movie would address. The first was noting Wakanda’s isolationism in the trailer wondering why a country so advanced would allow so much chaos to go on around them which was addressed and also a main plot point in the movie carrying some good political messages with it. A+. The second was a concern for the score of the movie worried they might go the way of Blade or Daredevil letting a bunch of artists put some random songs to the movie which would feel out of place but instead they opted for the orchestra with some heavy influences from proper African music. A++. The last prejudgment was the suit being bulletproof which I could get behind with Vibranium but somehow not being affected kinetic energy (momentum) from a projectile IE AK 47 being shot at him close range. Which he would have jerked back after being shot but instead shrugged the bullets and absorbed their energy. D -. Call me a stickler but I take the Neil deGrasse Tyson approach to movies and let science influence my opinion when watching while the kinetic energy could be absorbed he is still wearing a soft flexible suit which would have had him bruised and on his ass during that first convoy attack scene.

With those three concerns addressed going into the movie, I found there were some things I loved about the movie and somethings I hated as well. I know not everyone will agree with me on this but like I said its an opinion and we all have the right to be critical of art. It's once you go from being a critic to making personal attacks against other people or the actors/crew themselves that your opinion doesn't matter anymore... looking at you Star Wars Fanboys attacking The Last Jedi.

Shuri (Love) Getting past the immediate point that I think she is beautiful, she is easily my favorite character in the movie. She injected the humor, was a proper heroine and above all else the smart girl in the movie. I don’t know why it's so important to me personally being a white guy and all but I been wanting to see a female scientist role filled by Black Woman. Perhaps it was the fact Ghostbusters 3 had that chance but dropped the ball with Leslie Jones, The Martain had a bunch of white astronauts and only one of them was Latino, Marvel itself had been lacking a smarty character who wasn't Stark or Strange, or perhaps Geostorm (god knows why I watched that movie) had a black astronaut female but I can only remember her in one scene. I know lots of people got excited for Black Panther for its dominantly African American cast (no love for Luke Cage?) but to me personally seeing Shuri as the inventor of Wakanda was the major win in the movie and I hope to see more of her in the next Infinity War and BP2. 

Heart-Shaped Herb/Vibranium (Love/Hate) I am used to many films using a MacGuffin and/or Applied Phlebotinum where something or some item seems to have a cure-all effect for the storyline that explains everything away without explaining anything. The Force, the Infinity Stones, Asgard Magic = Science, and so on most of the Marvel movies utilize something like this so I am no subtracting points completely for Black Panther doing the same but whenever I asked questions about how Black Panther never gets bruised I hear (it's because of the Herb) and no one seems too eager to break down the ‘How’ aspect behind the story. With Stark we could believe in the concept of the arc generator powering his suit and keeping shrapnel from his heart, it was explained during the movie. Black Panther, on the other hand, felt like the writers kinda mumbling “Something something something Vibranium allows them to do it” without investing to the audience's intelligence that might be able to follow along with the logic. Maybe I watched too much Star Trek and appreciate a universe that had explanations and limitations for its fantasy tech but there it is.

Killmonger (Hate) Perhaps spoiled again by good writing in other movies or years of reading comics in both the DC and Marvel Universe but Killmonger (to me) was an underdeveloped villain that quite honestly seemed kinda forced on the internet community as "the Best Marvel Villain" which I honestly feel he isn't deserving of. Here is a list of reason why I don't think he was the best.

CIA Colonizer - I realize Colonizer is supposed to be at a sting for early white exploration building colonies around Africa, Asia, India, etc but hard to feel empathy for Killmonger when served their interests so wholeheartedly. He felt justified for learning their tactics by going to Afghanistan and racking up kills of people who were not colonizers at all just Afganies. 

Dead Girlfriend - He seemed to have a relationship with one girl who was going to come back with him to Wakanda before Killmonger shot her in order to get to Klaw. I am aware this is supposed to make him look like a cold-hearted killer but its just another victim under his rampage towards the throne.

Civil War - The attempted to play up that this was his plan all along as some sort of calculated long game but the underhanded approach of trying to shame T’Challa only fractured the Wakanda people and undermind his legitimate claim to the throne. Not to mention the resulting battle ended up leaving hundreds of Wakandans dead on a battlefield when the two factions clashed.

A Stupid Fucking Plan - So his plan, in the end, was to export weapons to communities to fight ‘colonizers’ all over the world. Sounds like a solid idea but is it? It was one of those plans that were less sound the more you think about it. Was he going to deliver arms to who? Northern African Terrorists (Boko Haram) the same who kidnapped hundreds of school girls? Was he going to deliver it to inner cities in the United States where there would be massive collateral damage in black neighborhoods and where there is a real chance that some might use their weapons against each other first? If the mission was to simply sow chaos into the world then yeah its a pretty good plan to start distributing Vibranium weapons but that was not his objective, he claimed liberation which would lead to lots of bloodshed that would likely leave African Communities decimated along with most major cities.

So that's why I wasn't a big fan of Killmonger. His story was yes tragic but he adopted the means/methods of the people he hated. He seemed to have killed more of his own people or people in Afghanistan then he did any white oppressor. And lastly, his plan to dishonor T’Challa and deliver weapons around the world wasn’t a strategy of someone playing the long game but rather someone who was acting out in anger and emotion. If that is what makes him a good villain fine but I think Black Mariah tapped into that tragic backstory better.

M'Baku (Love) I suppose I liked M’Baku because he was clearly an honorable leader. Sure he challenged T’Challa for the Throne as was his right but when the others arrived to provide him the flower so he might fight Killmonger himself he instead revealed he saved T’Challa and gave the man who beat him in fair combat. He could have easily taken the flower and attempt to take the throne a second time. He could have let T’Challa float down the river to wherever but he chooses not too. Gotta show him some love for not letting temptation sway him.

W’Kabi (Hate) Not much character development invested into W’Kabi but he was presented as a friend of T’Challa and lover (maybe husband) to Okoye. I suppose what bothered me was how quickly he shifted loyalty from T’Challa to Killmonger. Not the long-standing relationship presented in the movie and also one that shouldn't have happened considering a 30-second conversation with T’Challa would reveal that Eric was working with Klaw and that the only reason WHY Klaw escaped was that Eric blew a hole in the wall. I wonder if there will be redemption for W’Kabi in the next movie or not. I certainly hope so.

Nakia (Love/Hate...Ok Love) I loved her and I hate the fact her role was so little in the movie (doesn't hurt that she to was easy on the eyes). I always appreciate someone who represents the altruistic part of society and isn't willing to sit back and watch the world burn around her. I struggle to think of any male or female character of the MCU who believes in that sort of behavior as purely as she did. Maybe Danny Rand (if he wouldn't shut up about being Iron Fist and training in K'un-Lun) had his altruistic moments by wanting to sell medication at cost but that isn't quite on the level of activity that Nakia was. Either way, I want to see more of her and see her a greater influence on T’Challa. Also, why didn’t she fly to Oakland to help Shuri setup the Wakanda Outreach centers?

Wakanda AI (Love) I know its such a small thing but think Trevor Noah is a great guy. The kind of guy we need more of in the United States to tip the scales away from the more conservative extremists. I was completely unaware he was in the movie and when I found out he was the AI for Shuri’s lab I went back to watch the movie a second time just to hear his voice. As a political nerd and just general nerd, I love little details like that laced into the film as ‘easter’ eggs and putting forward one of South Africas (and now Americas) greatest progressive comedians into the film made me happy.

Attack on Museum (Hate) I understand the whole first act was basically to help establish Killmongers character but his approach of working with Klaw for some reason seemed well... pointless. He could have any point shot Klaw threw his ass on an airplane and flown all the way down to Wakanda and challenged Black Panther for the title of King without any underhanded approach and ALL the tribes would have been loyal to him. I am sure some people think it was a way to disgrace the Black Panther but there was no way he could predict if T’Challa would kill Klaw or put him directly on one of their private jets and flown all the way back to Wakanda after the Hong Kong chase scene. Its one of those things that seemed to rely on chance to much instead of planning it out properly. I am sure someone will say he (Killmonger) tipped off the CIA so they would bring him in first but I dont buy that.

Oakland (Love) Perhaps a little bit too much of community pride is the addition of Oakland to the movie and me being a Bay Area local I am always a bit prideful when one of the local cities makes it into a show or movie. I feel San Francisco has always been our go-to city for movie magic in Nor Cal and even San Jose/Silicon Valley has become popular with the tech community dominating the region but its good to see the 510 get some love as well. Well done Marvel.

Conclusion So all and all Black Panther was pretty good. I think they should explain more the Vibranium and Heart Shaped Herb some more in next movie and apply some limitations. I think this movie has provided a great cast of strong women for young girls to look up too. An I am excited to see a part two and/or part three to the series. Even more so the conclusion of Infinity War.

If I were to put it into my top ten marvel movies...

Iron Man

Thor: Ragnarok

Avengers: Infinity War

Guardians of the Galaxy Part 1

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Spiderman: Homecoming

Black Panther

Guardians of the Galaxy Part 2

Doctor Strange

Captain America: Winter Soldier

Hope no one is upset its not my personal top five but I am trying to be honest with myself in what brought me the most joy. Look on the bright side I didnt add Blade or Deadpool onto the list which might have pushed some movies (including Black Panther) lower on my list. ^_^

With Regards Michael California

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Elon Musk, SpaceX: His Ambition Is Climate Change Antidote

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Elon Musk, SpaceX: His Ambition Is Climate Change Antidote

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Millions of geeks watched with unbridled glee this week as Elon Musk’s private rocket company, SpaceX, launched a red Tesla Roadster into space.

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Within minutes, there were live views of our beautiful planet from a camera mounted behind a creepy-looking mannequin in a space suit sitting at the steering wheel. On the car’s center console were the words: “DON’T PANIC!”

The whole thing was a grand spectacle worthy of P.T. Barnum as well as a lofty achievement in its own right. It was the brainchild of a remarkable person whose life goals include solving climate change and ensuring the long-term survival of humanity. Nothing modest about that.

For those of us who share Musk’s resolve to tackle climate change, it felt like the perfect moment to celebrate not only the vision of a triumphant future, but of progress toward that future. Because, holy wow, flying cars and simultaneous rocket landings are now a thing. If all that’s possible, it’s easy to dream about what’s next. It may even bring … hope.

Yet my Twitter feed was split almost evenly. Lots of people have serious problems with the symbolism of a billionaire strapping a $100,000 sports car to the most powerful rocket in the world at a time when so many are suffering from inequality and poverty. If testing the rocket required some kind of payload, aren’t there better things he could have launched into space on a billion-year orbit around the sun? Like Harvey Weinstein, for instance.

What’s more, Musk’s businesses have long been criticized for their labor practices. Should we really be so excited about what is essentially a glorified advertisement for the commercial exploitation of space – the ultimate commons?

Let’s agree on this much: Musk’s achievements shouldn’t generate uncritical hero-worship and his unhealthy work-life imbalance shouldn’t be seen as aspirational. But there’s no way to deny that what his team has done is significant.

Traditional “progress” on climate change is moving much too slowly. Global greenhouse gas emissions are still rising, the development of renewable energy is far too slow, and the U.S. Congress isn’t even seriously talking about this at all. Look at California, where there’s widespread public support for addressing our problems now. The state’s high-speed rail line was approved by voters in 2008, but it’s not expected to be up and running until 2029. By then, Musk may have already leapfrogged rail travel altogether. Humanity doesn’t need a techno-savior, but it sure helps to have one.

It’s difficult to imagine a world that succeeds in tackling climate change and harder still to imagine what it means to start building that world right now. Climate change demands that radical transformation quickly become the norm — just like what Musk is doing. If seeing that happen before our eyes is uncomfortable, then we should feel uncomfortable.

In a recent interview with Rolling Stone, Musk expanded on why he does what he does the way he does it:

“Climate change is the biggest threat that humanity faces this century, except for AI,” he continues. “I keep telling people this. I hate to be Cassandra here, but it’s all fun and games until somebody loses a fucking eye. This view [of climate change] is shared by almost everyone who’s not crazy in the scientific community.

“The fundamental intention of Tesla, at least my motivation,” Musk explains in his halting, stuttering voice, “was to accelerate the advent of sustainable energy. That’s why I open-sourced the patents. It’s the only way to transition to sustainable energy better.”

Starting a rocket company like SpaceX is much more than just a very expensive ego-trip for Musk. In the same interview, Musk said that his vision of humanity as a species able to move from planet to planet “makes the future far more inspiring if we are out there among the stars and you could move to another planet if you wanted to.”

That’s exactly the seductive, aspirational vision of the future we need.

So, while you might have mixed feelings when cheering this accomplishment, I think it’s worth cheering for this accomplishment anyway. Sure, challenge Musk and his companies to do better but also celebrate the successes. Ambitious, even eccentric efforts like Musk’s remind us that we’re capable of amazing things. They’re an antidote to climate-pessimism.

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