#lots of programming languages have c++ running underneath them

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What do you think of Java? Its overwhelmingly used for business software (like process modeling, document work and etc) to cut costs on not adapting it to different operating systems. It still uses "interpretation" like Python but on a bigger scale, though it compiles first for JVMs.

Also there are separate libraries used for specifically "field" inference action for machine learning that are written in C-family languages. As far as I know, its possible to convert from Python-made formats to formats used in these fast libraries. Giants like Alibaba use them. Its quite a bad decision to leave pure Python machine learning for final solution.

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S T R A Y   K I D S  R E A C T I O N   T O : Foreign S/O debuting in a K-pop group + how you met

A/N: Thanks so much for requesting and being patient @lovemyhyunjinnie​ , and for supporting the blog!

Genre: Fluff

Chan: 

You’d started seeing Chan a little over 8 months ago after meeting him completely by accident at a noodle shop down the road from your trainee dorm. You’d only been in Seoul for a little over a month at that point, after being accepted into the Big Hit Entertainment trainee program, and that noodle shop was the only place you could find that had pictures on the menu. At that point you could probably count on two hands the number of phrases you could say in Korean, so you’d resorted to nervously pointing at pictures on the menu to order your food- fortunately the older couple who ran the small eatery grew accustomed to seeing you late at night after long hours of practice and welcomed you despite the obvious language barrier. The night that you met Chan had been a particularly hard night, after 10 hours of dance and vocal practice with an additional 2 hour Korean lesson- you were feeling drained and at your wits end. It was probably around 2am at the time, and the shop was entirely empty save one tired, hardworking young man in the corner who was downing a large bowl of black bean noodles while working furiously on his computer. You didn’t pay each other any mind at first, but as you sat in front of your soup bowl with tears bubbling up in your eyes- feeling entirely alone and lost in the world- you’d felt a soft tap on your shoulder, only to look up and find the soft and sympathetic gaze of the strange young man as he extended a napkin in your direction. You’d gratefully accepted it and dried your eyes, trying to mutter through a somewhat cohesive sentence of gratitude in Korean before Chan had interjected- letting you know that he spoke English. Though it was already late when you met, it felt as though you talked for hours after that. He’d consoled you and encouraged you to keep going, despite how tough it was going to be. He’d given you his phone number at the end, after walking you back to your dorm, and told you that if you ever had time he’d like to see you again. That’s how it started and now 8 months later the two of you were closer than ever, despite both of your busy schedules. 

Standing backstage at the Mnet Countdown show, you took nervous breaths as a stylist fitted a mic headset against your face. You were finally debuting and, though you knew your time as a trainee was short compared to that of other idols (especially to compared to your boyfriend’s), it had felt like a lifetime. Looking around at your group members, you felt a small ounce of consolation knowing that you weren’t the only foreign member- there were 3 of you in total- but still you were prepared for the backlash you might face. You’d already accumulated a large fan following as trainee’s through rookie showcases, especially overseas, but the nerves in your stomach were still overwhelming. Just as you heard the MC’s announcing your group’s name and you prepared to take the stage, you felt a tap on your shoulder reminiscent of that night so many months ago when Chan had helped you out of your darkest moment.Turning quickly, your eyes met the loving gaze of your boyfriend as a small smile flickered across your face, spinning you around in his arms as he took in how good your stage costume looked. 

*blushing as you unintentionally breathed out a sigh of relief, something that had become a habit for you every time you saw Chan’s face*

“Yahh, what’re you doing here- we’re going on stage any second!”

*smiling as though he didn’t seem to care that you were short on time and his presence there at all was risky if any photographers happened to be near by*

“I don’t care, baby- you know I had to be here for this. God...look at you.”

*smiling shyly before turning away as you heard one of your member’s call your name and wave you over*

“I’ve gotta go, babe but...thank you for being here. Are you gonna stay and watch?”

*nodding as he patted your head lovingly, letting go of you so that you could join your other members*

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Y/N...I’m so proud of you.”

Minho: 

You’d been in Seoul for a little over a year when you met he man who would later become your boyfriend and, ironically enough, you met him on an idol survival show. Of course Minho wasn’t a contestant on Produce 101, but he was brought onto the show for a couple episodes as a guest judge towards the end of the reality show filming. He appeared as a judge for the last 3 episodes- when there were only a handful of trainees left- and you were among them. Though you hadn’t interacted a ton during the production of the show, the moment that sparked your initial crush was during a rehearsal leading up to the final episode where Minho was overseeing and choreographing the dance practice. You’d almost mastered the difficult and demanding choreo, but as you lept into the air for what felt like the 100th time that day you felt your ankle weaken underneath you and in an instant your body collapsed into a heap on the floor. As your fellow trainees and friend’s gasped, it was Minho who had been the first to run to your side- the look of genuine concern evident on his face. He’d offered to help you out of the studio, away from the cameras, and to the designated nurse a few doors down. In the quietude of the hallway, as the young man slipped his arm around your waist to balance you as you stumbled, you couldn’t help but feel your heart rate quicken. You were far from fluent in Korean but you conversation skills were passable after having lived and trained in the country for a year, so you muttered out a polite apology as you continued to lean on him for support. In that moment, he’d stopped you for a moment, turning his body to face you as he propped your back against the wall, causing a small gasp to escape your lips. He didn’t lean in when he spoke, keeping a professional distance between the two of you, but his voice was like honey and it almost made you wish that he had leaned in just a little. 

“Don’t apologize, Y/N...it’s my fault for pushing you too much during practice. I’ll take full responsibility.”

You shook your head, assuring him that you didn’t blame him and how sorry you were for taking up his time, to which he’d only smiled, helping you off the wall and towards the nurse’s door. Just as you were about to go inside and he was headed back into the practice room, he’d turned to you with that famous charismatic smile spread across his face. If his words hadn’t resonated with you so deeply, you almost would’ve not heard him over how focused you were on his ridiculously handsome features.

“Listen to the doctor, ok? Don’t give them a hard time just because you want to perform, you have to make sure you’re healed first...you have to win, Y/N, you deserve to win.” 

After Produce 101 had ended and you had placed in the top 3, earning yourself a spot in the nation’s next big group, all of the winning contestants along with the judges and producers were invited to a large celebratory dinner at the company. After the dinner had finished and you and the other winning trainees were getting ready to head back to your dorm, Minho had pulled you aside and congratulated you on winning. That same night he’d asked you out- and it was the first and possibly only time that you’d seen him truly nervous. You’d been a bit taken aback at the time but one date turned into 3 months and, despite your relationship being a secret from the public eye and having to work around both of your busy schedules, you could honestly say it was all worth it.

Your group went on to begin training and preparations for your big and highly anticipated debut, and when the time finally came all of the fans that had watched your journey from Produce 101 were more excited than ever. Minho had texted you to say that he’d be watching your debut stage and to wish you good luck- and despite knowing how busy he was you had to admit that it stung a little knowing he wouldn’t get to see you on the day of your debut. It wasn’t until you were backstage with your members, 10 of you in total, waiting to take the stage when you heard the voice of the special MC announcing your group- a voice you were all too familiar with. Your eyes widened as your members whispered to themselves, wondering if it really was the same man who’d been a guest judge on your survival show a handful of months earlier. A blush filled your cheeks as you tried to focus, not wanting to get your hopes up on the off chance that you were just hearing things, but as you entered the performance stage and took your place as you awaited the cues from the cameramen, you couldn’t help but smile at the MC in front of you- none other than your proud boyfriend staring back at you. 

“Everyone, please join me in welcoming the incredible new rookies on their debut- let’s show them a lot of love, ok?! Music, cue!”

It was only a flash of a smile that you caught before the music began and you refocused your attention on giving a flawless performance, but it was enough to give you the confidence boost you needed. After the show had finished and you were all on cloud 9 from your official debut performance, you searched backstage to find the man who’d given you so much confidence. You finally found him in his dressing room and the instant he saw you he’d light up, pulling you into a warm embrace despite the risk of cameras around. Laughing, you pushed him lightly as he only wrapped his arms around you tighter, shaking his head as the smile on his face only widened. 

“You did so well today, Jagiya.”

*blushing as you stared down at the floor, finally loosing his grasp on you as he took your hand in his*

“You didn’t tell me you’d be MCing, Minnie.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise, hopefully it wasn’t too much for you.”

*smiling as you shook your head, squeezing his hand that was intertwined with yours*

“It was perfect. Do you think I’ll do ok though?”

*giving you a confused look as he played haphazardly with your fingers*

“Why...because you’re a foreigner?”

*nodding slowly as you bit your lip, despite having debuts the pressures as a foreign idol were weighing on you*

“You’ve made it this far, Y/N...if you can do that, you can do anything. Besides, I’m right here by your side. I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise.”

Changbin: 

You’d met Changbin after being in Seoul for only a handful of weeks, after being accepted into the trainee program at SM Entertainment, and you’d been taking private Korean lessons at a famous language center. It was a popular place for companies to send their idols and trainees who needed additional language lessons, usually for Korean and English classes, and it felt as though you basically lived there. When you weren’t training at the company you were at the language center doing everything you could to improve your Korean and, though you could feel yourself progressing, you also felt the immense pressures to push yourself even farther. It wasn’t until one evening when you were up late studying at the language center, that a young man had come up to you with several English textbooks in his arms. He was barely recognizable as an idol at that point, wearing glasses and an oversized hoodie with slight bags under his eyes from staying up so late, but his cautious smile was warm and inviting. He’d asked in somewhat broken English if you spoke the language, and when you responded in very broken Korean that you did, he’d sat down across from you in relief. 

“I am trying to..uhmm..get better with my pronounciation. I think my English is..mmm, not that good. Is it ok if I talk to you?” 

It had been the first time anyone had attempted to make conversation with you in English since you’d been in Seoul, and though you didn’t know him at all you felt compelled to help him. You flipped through your Korean textbook, showing it to him and asking him if he would help you in return, which he’d happily agreed to. The two of you had spent the rest of the night trying to make converse with your limited knowledge of the other’s language but, despite not having a fluent speaker between the two of you, you’d felt like the conversations came naturally and you almost didn’t want it to end. He’d walked you to the bus stop once the language center closed for the night, and had put his number in your phone so that you could meet back at the same place to practice the next day. it went that way for a month or two, meeting practically every night to study together- and you found that you picked up the language best when you were jut talking casually between the two of you. You got to know each other through the conversations you had, talking about anything from family and childhood stories to your current professions. You talked about what it was like to be a trainee and having Changbin as a someone you could confide in during those first couple months in Seoul became a huge source of motivation for you to keep going. The first date the two of you went on wasn’t even really a date, you’d just become so involved in your conversation that when the language center closed he’d suggested going to a convenient store across the street and getting food. It was the first time that you’d successfully ordered something in full Korean, and Changbin had been so proud of you that in the moment he’d pulled you into an embrace in the middle of the convenient store- making you blush. He’d apologized afterwards, stumbling over his words until finally he took a deep breath, admitting that he liked you (which he was able to do in fluent English). You’d responded in fluent, though probably still somewhat broken, Korean that you liked him as well- and the rest was history. That was two years ago and after all that time dedicated to practicing and rehearsing tirelessly- you’d managed to be selected for debut. 

When you’d told your boyfriend, he was almost more excited than you were. He was so filled with pride that you’d achieved everything you’d set out to do- but it wasn’t until the night of the performance as he watched from backstage that he felt tears pricking at the corners of eyes. It would be a mix of pride and nerves for Binnie, knowing that you were so talented and deserved all the support and love in the world, but also being worried that you’d receive hate in the industry for being a foreign idol. He knew you were strong, but he also knew himself well enough to know that watching someone receive any kind of negativity would absolutely crush him. He wouldn’t bring it up to you, you knew what you were getting yourself into and he trusted that you could handle yourself despite being in such a tough industry. More than anything he was so proud, watching your absolutely flawless performance on your debut stage filled his heart with a sense of admiration he’d never felt before, and as you ran backstage after your performance with the other members of your group- you spotted him in an instant. He smiled, pulling you aside as the other 5 members of your group playfully teased the two of you, giving you some space. 

“Did we do well, Binnie? You can be honest?”

*smiling as he cupped your face in his hands, staring at you in silence for a moment as he he shook his head*

‘it was perfect, baby....you were perfect.”

*lighting up you blushed slightly, prodding him further*

“Are you sure? You can say if it could’ve been better, I’ll work harder and I know there’s still so much I can do better I-”

*shaking his head as he pressed a thumb to your lips, interrupting you as he blinked back tears in his slightly misty eyes*

“Wahh, you see this, baby? Your performance was so good your boyfriend is gonna cry- isn’t that enough proof?”

Hyunjin: 

You’d been in Seoul working as a trainee at JYP Entertainment for a year and a half, after being recruited from an international audition. Though you’d never met any of the members of Stray Kids (or any other JYP artist for that matter), you were very familiar with who they were and you looked up to them a lot. It wasn’t until a particular dance showcase that JYP announced he’d have an additional person watching the performances with him. You hadn’t even processed that it was Hyunjin walking through the door until he was practically seated at the supervisor’s table- all you could do was stand frozen as your heart rate quickened and your palms grew damp. He introduced himself politely and said a few encouraging words before sitting back down and calling the first group of trainee’s forward to perform the choreography. You were in the third group and, by the time he got to your name the butterflies in your stomach had only gotten worse. When he read your name of the list he paused for a moment, recognizing that it was not a Korean name. He looked up, his eyes landing on you immediately as the obvious owner of the foreign name. He smiled softly, waving you forward and you had no choice but to nervously approach the table. All eyes were on you as he leaned towards you slightly to speak in a soft voice.

“It must be difficult, huh?” You didn’t want to think of the way your face must’ve flushed when he made eye contact with you, so you just nodded softly and turned your gaze to the floor. 

“Use it, ok? You’re always gonna stand out, but don’t let it be a bad thing. Just keep trying, you were accepted for a reason...” 

It was the first time somewhat within the company had addressed your nationality in a way that was entirely encouraging and supportive- and it gave you the confidence you so desperately needed to perform your best at the showcase. 

After the performance had ended you didn’t have an opportunity to thank Hyunjin for his kind words, but over the course of the next couple weeks you later found out that he’d been trying his best to find your schedule so he could run into you again. He convinced himself that it was just because he wanted to show you support since he imagined being a foreign trainee must be very difficult, but deep down he knew it was more than that. He was interested in you, and when he did finally manage to run into you at the practice studios late one night he took it as a sign that he had to at least try. He’d offered to run through some difficult choreography with you and, despite you insisting that you didn’t want to take up his time, he assured you that it was no trouble. The two of you stayed up practicing until the early hours of the morning- but it was by far the most fun you’d had since beginning your training and you were endlessly grateful for that. Just as the two of you had agreed to call it quits for the day and began packing up, he’d asked if you were allowed to have a cell phone. You’d told him that you did, since you were a foreigner you needed to have it for emergency contacts and translation apps, to which he just smiled. He asked if he could see you again, gesturing for you to give him your phone. When he returned it to you there was an additional contact in your phone book- under the name “Grandpa”. You laughed, giving him a quizzical look.

“It’s in case anyone searches through your phone- I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble because of me, Y/N...I-I probably shouldn’t even be talking to you, I know you’re not allowed to date anyone...but I wanna get to know you. I’m sorry if that’s too forward.”

Over the next handful of months you and Hyunjin became closer, mostly meeting late at night in the dance studio to practice and, though your language skills weren’t exactly fluent, you had enough conversational skills between the two of you to create a dialogue. It wasn’t perfect, the two of you didn’t have a proper date outside of the company building for the first several months that you were seeing each other, but it was enough. On your 6 month anniversary, sitting on the floor of the dimly lit practice room for what seemed like the millionth time, Hyunjin had stared at you with an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite place. 

“Promise me something, baby.” You’d agreed, giving him a slightly confused look as he scooted closer to you.

“Promise me that when you debut, you’ll let me take you out on a proper date.” You’d felt slightly embarrassed at the time, saying that you didn’t know if you’d ever debut and that he shouldn’t wait for you if he didn’t want to, but he’d only smiled, cupping your face with his hands and assuring you that’d wait as long as it took. 

A full year after that night in the dance studio- you’d finally been selected for debut. You were beyond excited and, though you knew it’d be tough being a foreigner, you also knew there’d be a lot of support for you from international fans. When you told your boyfriend, he was absolutely elated. That is, until you told him that your debut performance (which he’d been promising since you met that he would be there for) was on the same day as Stray Kid’s comeback performance. Despite both performing on Inkigayo, you were on completely stages recording at similar times which meant that Hyunjin couldn’t physically be there to watch your debut performance in person. The one saving grace, however, was that at the end of all the performances on the show that night- every artist was brought onto a central stage to film the closing scene and thank their fans for tuning in. You hadn’t noticed it at first, but as Hyunjin took the stage with his members, still slightly sweaty and dressed in his stage costume from his recent performance, he was also holding a bouquet of roses. He glanced in your direction just before the cameras started rolling, smiling brightly and giving you a small thumbs up. It wasn’t until after the cameras were rolling and Stray Kids had said their closing remarks, however, that Chan stepped forward to say one last thing. 

“We’d also like to congratulate JYP’s latest group on their debut- we look forward to working with you more! Fighting!” Despite Chan being the leader, it was Hynjin who stepped out from his place and walked over towards your group, the five of you looking between each other in slight confusion as Hyunjin walked directly up to you. Handing you the bouquet of roses, he smiled and gave a polite bow. You were shocked by his bold action, though you were the leader of your group you’d never anticipated him handing you flowers on national television. Nevertheless, you returned the polite bow, thanking him. 

*flashing you a knowing smile as your took the bouquet in your arms, trying your best not to blush while the cameras were still rolling*

“Congratulations on your debut, Y/N.” 

Jisung: 

When you first met Jisung, you weren’t even officially in Seoul yet. You’d just been recruited as an idol trainee at Cube Entertainment and were flying to South Korea to begin training. Your flight had a layover in Singapore where, coincidentally, Jisung also was after visiting some old friends at the international school he’d attended in western Malaysia. He was flying back to Seoul after taking a short vacation and, as it turned out, the two of you were on the same flight. You couldn’t speak a word of Korean outside of a few basic phrases, so when you heard the warm voice of a young man sitting down beside you speaking in English you felt a small sense of relief that you wouldn’t have to take out your pocket dictionary. 

“Excuse me, would it be ok if we closed the blinds...just while the plane’s taking off? It makes me a bit dizzy.” You’d looked up to meet his polite, apologetic gaze and for a moment you almost couldn’t think straight. He was one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen, but you collected yourself quickly and nodded, closing the blinds as Jisung thanked you. That had been your first interaction however, after a completely chance delay on the tarmac for an additional 3 hours, your conversation slowly expanded as you began simple conversations with one another. He’d asked you why you were travelling to Seoul alone, and when you’d told him that you were a trainee his face lit up- explaining that he also worked in the industry and that if you needed advice or help with anything to let him know. By the time your plane actually took off the ground it felt as though you’d made a real friend- his amiable and laid-back demeanor felt welcoming in a world where everything else was so new and uncertain to you and you’d appreciated that. After an additional 6 hours in the air, however, watching a movie together and drifting in and out of sleep against Jisung’s shoulder- you felt that you’d made more than just a good friend. It was a completely chance meeting, and you weren’t sure when you’d be able to see him again due to your busy schedules, but you’d both felt in that moment that there was something between you worth not giving up on.

When you finally landed in Seoul it was late at night and, fortunately, no photographers had been tipped off that Jisung would be there. He helped you load your bags into the taxi, breathing out a nervous sigh at the realization that if he didn’t say something now he might never see you again. He’d hoped that it would be a bit smoother in his head, but as soon as he saw you opening the door of the cab he’d blurted out a jumble of nervous words. 

“Y/N wait- listen I know you’ll be super busy and I’m always insanely busy too but I-I wanna see you again and I wanna keep talking to you because I-I think meeting you was really special and the best luck I’ve had in a while so maybe if-if it’s ok with you I could get your number?”

You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders at the realization that he felt it too, and you happily agreed. You hadn’t even arrived at the dorm when you received a text from Jisung apologizing for uncool he must’ve looked and promising that the next time he saw you he’d be more put-together. That had been your first meeting, and 3 years later you were still going strong. 

You worked ridiculously hard at training and studying Korean in those 3 years, supporting your boyfriend over every comeback, and when you were finally approved for debut in the latest group at Cube Jisung was unbelievably excited. Knowing that he could be there to support you and your members on your journey would make his heart fill with pride, and he had to admit the added bonus of you no longer being under a dating ban would make going on dates a lot easier. He knew you’d have a hard time being a foreigner in the industry, it had been hard enough as a trainee, but he’d also been with you long enough to know that you were strong enough to take on any challenge. 

When your debut stage finally came around, Jisung wouldn’t miss it for the world. His heart was practically beating out of his chest as he watched on the large monitor from the guest room backstage, his eyes becoming misty as he watched your effortlessly perfect performance. You were so incredible, and you were his. After your performance had finished and you’d come backstage with your members, it wouldn’t take Jisung long to wrap his arms around you and pull you aside, not paying any mind to all the people around you. You blushed as he pulled you towards him, sitting down near the back corner of the bustling room filled with tons of people all of whom were eager to congratulate you and your members on your debut. All you could focus on was Jisung, though, as he smiled sweetly with warm and pride-filled eyes.

“You did so well today, baby...you know that right? You did so so well.”

*blushing as he cupped your cheek in his hand, a small teasing smile playing on his lips*

“You’re an idol now, huh? Are you still gonna want to date me? There are gonna be a lot more guys asking you out from now on, you know.”

*rolling your eyes as you shoved him playfully, assuring him that he was the only guy you wanted to be with*

“I’m gonna hold you to that, super star.”

Felix: 

You’d met Felix while training in Seoul, after being accepted into Pledis Entertainment about two months earlier, at a gaming cafe of all places. You didn’t have much time as a trainee who was also struggling to learn the language, but when you could you tried your best to work late nights at the gaming cafe around the corner from your dorm in order to earn a bit of pocket change. It just so happened that Felix had agreed to play a match with a few old friends from Australia when his personal computer died- leaving him with no other option but to find a 24 hour gaming cafe. It’d started as only a one time visit for Felix, he hardly had time to drive the 15 minutes to a gaming cafe when he had his own computer at the dorm, but after seeing that you were the one behind the check-in counter he decided the 15 minute drive might not be such a horrible thing. You hadn’t paid him much attention the first time, you spent most of your time behind the counter studying your Korean textbooks and watching playback videos of the dance practices from earlier that week, but after a few hours of gaming as Felix was finally leaving the cafe (having been the only customer there in the first place) you glanced up. He was standing in front of you, bare faced and smiling as he brushed his fluffy, unkempt hair away from his face and adjusted the hood of his plain black jacket. 

“H-have a good night, sir.” You’d muttered in the best Korean you could muster at such a late hour, causing Felix to smile slightly as he raised a brow.

“How long have you been here? In Seoul, I mean.” When you gave him a confused look, surprised by his immediate switch into fluent English, he laughed slightly, apologizing for his straightforwardness. 

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m a foreigner too- I’m from Australia. Don’t worry, it get’s easier, I promise.” You smiled slightly, nodding as you glanced over at the textbook on the counter. Felix followed your gaze, his face brightening slightly as he pointed to the book. 

“Those books seem so childish, they really work though, I swear. I used the same ones.” You couldn’t place your finger on why exactly, but something about the stranger’s reassurance comforted you more than you’d known you needed.

“I’m Felix, by the way. What’s your name?” You’d replied with your name, taking his extended hand and shaking it softly as he smiled. 

“Will you be here tomorrow, Y/N?” You nodded and, though he hadn’t asked, you noticed yourself telling him every night that you worked at the cafe. You knew it was a stretch, and that your interest in him must have been so obvious from the way you told a complete stranger your work schedule unprompted, but you almost hoped that maybe he’d come see you again. He did, of course, and he felt a little better about his obvious tactics at trying to get to know you better by the fact that you also seemed interested in him. One visit to the cafe turned into several, always late at night and almost always when hardly no one else was at the shop. After a few weeks of his frequent visits, Felix stopped pretending that he was coming there to even use the computers, instead opting to sit across from you at the counter and just have conversations with you. They were mostly in English, but he also did his best to help you with your Korean and for that you were endlessly grateful. Though you knew who he was, his face was fairly famous across Korea after all, you never brought it up because it never came up in conversation. It didn’t seem to be something Felix had any interest in talking about, instead you spent most of your time talking about your dreams, things you wanted in life, the biggest abstract concepts and those most minute details. Mostly you just found ways to make each other laugh, and though neither one of you realized it at the time you were an escape for each other. In the same way that Felix hadn’t discussed his work with you, you hadn’t discussed your real reason for being in Seoul with him. You’d told him that you were studying Korean and that you worked part time at the gaming cafe, but it never seemed relevant to bring up the fact that first and foremost you were a trainee. It wasn’t that you’d intentionally hid it from him, if he’d asked you directly you would’ve told him, but there was something innocent and nice about discussing other things besides just your everyday activities and lines of work. it almost felt like a movie.

In fact, the night that Felix asked you out properly (to grab noodles from the convenient store across the street), he still didn’t know that you were a trainee. He didn’t know for a few months after that either- you’d only told him when it came up in conversation as he was driving you somewhere (this time in the light of day) and he’d asked where to drop you off. You’d casually replied, telling him Pledis Entertainment, causing your boyfriend to laugh and give you the strangest look. 

“Pledis? Yahh- Y/N! Are you not telling me something?” Fortunately your light-hearted boyfriend had found the humor in the situation, making you promise to not keep any big information from him like that and formally apologizing for also not talking about his work in the same way. It was only 6 months after that conversation that you were approved for debut.

Though Felix hadn’t been there for a good portion of your time as a training knowingly, he’d been there for you in the way you needed most. When your debut stage finally arrived he’d asked you if you wanted him to come, seeing as how he’d missed so much of your trainee experience. In all honesty you felt like your nerves might be too high if he were there and you didn’t want him to go out of his way, so instead you compromised and promised you could watch the debut stage together the next day when it aired. He’d agreed, meeting up with you at the cafe where you’d met that fateful evening several months ago and warmly pulling you into an embrace. After watching the stage performance on one of the computers several times over and pausing on every close up of your face to shower you with compliments, he turned to you with bright eyes and a wide grin plastered on his face. 

“Babe..just- wahhh....Wow. Oh my gosh.”

*giggling as you smacked him lightly, insisting that he was just hyping you up as he continued to tease you*

“My (girlfriend/boyfriend) is a celebrity, huh? Wahh, that makes me so cool. And you’re so talented too...Will you let me come to your next performance, baby? I’ve missed so much already, I really wanna watch you perform this live.”

Seungmin: 

You’d been a trainee at KQ Entertainment for just under 3 years when you met your soon-to-be boyfriend. You’d just walked into a small coffee shop located on the outskirts of Seoul after a long day of training in hopes of getting something to warm you up. Seungmin also happened to be there, though not for the reasons one might think. He was dressed in full barista attire, standing calmly behind the counter with his phone in his hand as he snapped a few pictures of himself. A few crew members were staggered about the coffee shop, along with a few elderly customers who didn’t see to mind the intrusion. He was there taking photos for a comeback concept- but as you entered the shop and immediately focused your attention on the menu, you hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary about the young, handsome man behind the counter. 

“Can I get a latte please, and also maybe one of those muffins?” You gestured towards the baked goods on display, not paying much attention to face staring back at you with a small smile flickering across his lips. Just as one of the crew members was about to step in and assure you that the man you were talking to was, in fact, not a qualified barista in any sense- Seungmin waved them off. He nodded, placing your muffin in a small box and handing it to you, his heartbeat a little faster than he would like to admit. Though your eyes hadn’t met yet, he was looking directly at you- and something about you was alluring to him. He blushed slightly as he tried desperately to think of what might go in a latte, ultimately resorting to pressing several different buttons on machines that he had no idea how to work. Coffee began pouring out of every orifice of the machine, and loud whirring noises let him know that whatever he’d done it was horribly wrong. He gasped, cursing under his breath as the crew rushed in to help him. Only then had you looked up, eyes wide at the odd spectacle of several grown men trying to subdue a rogue coffee machine. Stifling a laugh, you got Seungmin’s attention and pointed towards the power cord, which he then hastily unplugged. The whirring came to a halt and half-brewed coffee stopped spewing- and in an instant the two of you were chuckling to yourselves. The crew members left to get cleaned up, leaving the two of you alone for a moment as you looked at the man who’s crisp white button up was now covered in coffee stains. Smiling softly, he apologized for the commotion, admitting that he didn’t actually work there. 

“I’m here for a..uhm, a photoshoot...thing. I, I don’t know the first thing about coffee.” You’d laughed gently in response, assuring him that it was ok. 

“Hmm, can you make tea?” Butterflies rose in his stomach when you looked at him with a playful smile, and he’d nodded, locating the hot water and pouring some into the cutest mug he could find. Placing the small bag of herbs into the water, he handed you the mug and warned you that it was hot. You’d thanked him, paying for your beverage and taking a seat near the back of the cafe. Only a few minutes had passed before you were joined by the same smiling man, asking if he could sit with you and- though you didn’t know the first thing about him- you’d agreed. Maybe it was his trustworthy eyes or the fact that you couldn’t supress the heat that rose to your cheeks whenever he smiled at you- whatever it was something made you feel compelled to keep his company. You talked for a while, though it wasn’t long before the crew members came back and started rushing Seungmin out of the shop. He apologized for having to leave so suddenly, and as you stood to watch him go you’d called out to him.

“W-wait..I know you’re probably way too busy but- well...” You didn’t have the nerves to ask if you could see him again, though you desperately wanted to. He read the emotions on your face, smiling as he was guided out of the shop by the staff. Motioning towards your mug of tea, he gave you a thumbs up and just before he was out the door he gestured for you to call him. Then, in a flash, he was gone. You stared down quizzically at the mug of tea he’d prepared for you, and after a moment of staring at it blankly you noticed the small tag on the end of the tea bag had small writing scribbled on the backside. You couldn’t help the ear-to-ear grin that formed on your face when you realized that it was a phone number. 

From the inception of your relationship with Seungmin, things had been very secretive and under-wraps. You met when you could, always late at night and in the oddest places possible to avoid cameras, especially since you were still a trainee and technically under a dating ban. On top of that, the tabloids would have a field day if Seungmin was spotted with not only a trainee, but a foreign trainee. It had only been a few days after you’d been approved for debut, one year after that fateful night in the coffee shop, that you and Seungmin were caught by one of the managers at KQ Entertainment. You’d only been having a simple meal together, but of course the two of you were in a mountain of trouble. Because you’d technically already been approved for debut they were a bit more lenient with you, but nevertheless your phone was temporarily confiscated and the two of you had to agree not to let your relationship get caught by photographers or anyone else outside the company. In the few weeks preparing for your groups debut you weren’t allowed to go anywhere without supervision and Seungmin was no longer invited to your debut stage. That being said, Seungmin had a way of getting what he wanted- and there was nothing that he wanted more than to see all of your hard work come to fruition. 

The day of the debut, you and your members were already on edge, rehearsing in your dressing room over and over again as giddy nerves bubbled up on your stomach. You wished that your boyfriend could be there with you, as he always knew exactly what to say to calm your nerves, but you knew he’d be thinking of you and that was enough. Your performance, of course, went smoothly without a single hitch, and you almost didn’t want to leave the cheering audience as you and your members took a bow, exiting the stage. It wasn’t until you wer backstage, however, that one of the assistants came up to you with a look of urgency on her face. 

“Y/N? This is for you.” Handing you a small coffee cup, you gave the woman a confused look. Asking who ti was from, the woman only shrugged, stating that she only knew it was supposed to go to you and not to let anyone else have it. You frowned, definitely hesitant to accept a drink from a stranger. In fact, you’d almost thrown it away until you saw small scribbled handwriting on the side of the cup- trying your best to read it without drawing attention to yourself. 

3rd floor dressing room A16, down the hall on the right. 

Love, your favorite barista

Smiling, you clutched the cup to your chest, letting one of your members know that you were going to use the restroom as you quickly made a dash for the back stairs. When you made it to the mostly quiet 3rd floor and found the correct dressing room, you opened the door to see a completely empty room, save your boyfriend smiling from ear to ear. He ran up to you, pulling you into a bear hug and placing his hand over your head as he stroked your hair. You could tell from his casual attire that he’d tried really hard to get into the building without being noticed, teasing him slightly as you adjusted the hat on his head. 

“You did all this just to see me after the performance?” 

*nodding as he smiled widely, blushing slightly at his bold move that was definitely putting both of you at risk for getting in trouble if anyone found out*

“I have my ways, Jagi- I had to see you. On of the producers let me watch from the soundroom...you did so well today!” 

*humbling deflecting his compliment, assuring him that it was a group effort as he stepped closer to you, his bright smile never wavering*

“Baby, give yourself credit, hmm? You were amazing out there. I know how hard it’s been for you, but everything was perfect.” 

“You mean it, Seungminnie?” 

*nodding and flashing you a wide smile to assure you that he was being serious*

“I mean it, Y/N...now aren’t you proud of me for sneaking in here?”

Jeongin: 

You met Jeongin after training at P-Nation Entertainment for a little over a year and a half and, though your Korean skills were still developing you had a decent grasp on the language and managed to get by fairly well. Besides being a trainee at P-Nation you were also a backup dancer for some of your label’s big name solo artists and, on the particular occasion where you met Jeongin, you were backup dancing for Hyuna. The solo star had just comeback with her latest single and was performing it on Mnet, coincidentally the same day that Stray Kids was also promoting a comeback on the same show. You’d been in the dancer’s dressing room amongst a sea of other dancers for various artists performing on the show that day- all of you in a variety of different costumes and aesthetics. Being that you were a backup dancer for Hyuna (who is famously known for her sleek and sexy concepts on stage), your garment was a little on the revealing and tight side. It was flattering, of course, but nevertheless it was a little out of your comfort zone. You had just finished getting ready and were standing in the hallway of the backstage area as you waited for the other dancers- when several idols began walking past. You could feel their eyes on you as they passed by, making you slightly uncomfortable as you tried your best to place your arms over your body. You tried to adjust the fabric so that it would cover you a bit more, but it was no use. You didn’t mind it on stage because that was part of the job, but just standing still with stranger’s eyes on you made you feel a bit embarrassed. It wasn’t until you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder that you pulled your gaze away from the floor, looking up to see a young man with a sympathetic smile and warm eyes in front of you. He was clearly dressed and ready to perform, a mic pack was already attached to him and his hair was perfectly styled, yet he was extending his arm towards you with a jacket in hand. You gave him a quizzical look and he just smiled bashfully. 

“Oh, um..I’m sorry. I saw you standing here and you look a bit, um, uncomfortable? You can wear this if you like.” He gestured again to the oversized leather jacket in his hand that had clearly been a part of his stage costume just moments earlier. You smiled softly, feeling heat rise in your cheeks but this time in a positive way. Shaking your head, you insisted that you shouldn’t accept the jacket when he was supposed to wear it on stage, but he persisted. 

“No, it’s fine really! It’s too heavy to perform in anyway. Just wear it until you have to go on stage, you’re a dancer right?” You’d nodded, telling him that you were going on stage shortly for Hyuna’s comeback. He laughed slightly and nodded his head, though there was something you really appreciated about the fact that his gaze never drifted below your eye level. 

“That explains the costume. Here, wear the jacket until you have to go on stage. You can return it to me at the end of the show, deal?” You’d hesitanttly agreed to the kind stranger’s proposal, putting the large jacket on and immediately feeling more comfortable. You thanked him and he waved it off casually, leaving to get ready for his own performance. After the show when you returned the jacket to him, he admitted that it looked much better on you and that he’d hoped you would keep it. When you insisted that you couldn’t dream of keeping a stranger’s jacket he’d just grinned from ear-to-ear and, though his nerves were bubbling up inside him, he kept a cool and collection disposition when he replied, 

“Hmm, maybe we don’t have to be strangers then.” He apologized almost immediately afterwards for the bold line, but when he saw the way it made your face light up he couldn’t help but push it one step farther, asking in a slightly more bashful tone if you’d like to get lunch sometime. You’d agreed, and the rest was history.

A year later, P-Nation Entertainment announced it’s first group was scheduled to debut, and you were among the members. Jeongin would be so incredibly proud of you, feeling an array of emotions at the fact that his (girlfriend/boyfriend) was finally debuting. Dating in secret over the past year had been especially difficult for Jeongin, since he knew that if you were caught it would especially risk your career since you hadn’t debuted yet- and on top of that he’d hate hearing the comments you received for being a foreign idol trainee. Though there was a lot of support as well, Jeongin desperately wanted to speak up publicly and shame those who had negative comments to say towards you, but he couldn’t when your relationship was a secret. The night of your debut, as Jeongin watched from backstage in a private viewing room, he knew in his heart that you were more than just someone special to him. He’d wanted to be someone who could protect from the moment he met you and gave you his jacket and, despite any criticism the two of you might face, he wanted to be that person for you publicly. After your debut as Jeongin pulled you into a warm embrace, showering you with praise for your incredible performance, he took a deep breath, whispering softly as he took your hand in his.

“Jagi...I-I wanna be your boyfriend, publicly. For the whole world to see.” When you gave him a confused expression, he’d explain.

“Not right now, I know you only just debuted...but someday. When I’m worthy of it.” 

*blushing softly as you insisted that he was by no means unworthy of being your boyfriend*

“Innie you know I’d love that...but it’s just so hard to say with something like that, what if people don’t like us together or-”

*shaking his head as a smile rose on his cheeks, interjecting*

“When we win Album of the Year. How about that, hmm Y/N? Once...once Stray Kids has won album of the year...and once your group has won Rookie of the Year. How does that sound?” You’d laughed at the time, feeling that awards were still so far off in the future for your newly debuted group, but nevertheless you agreed. 

A mere six months later, taking the stage with your 6 other members at the MAMA’s to accept your very first Rookie of the Year award, you felt your heartbeat quicken and butterflies rise in your stomach as you looked out of the crowd as they applauded. You caught your boyfriend’s eyes as he proudly stared up at you. It wasn’t even an hour later that Stray Kids took the stage to accept their 3rd and most prestigious award of the night- Album of the Year. As each member gave a short acceptance speech of gratitude and love, Jeongin expressed much appreciation towards his fans, his family and his members. He hadn’t told you that he’d received permission from the company, so despite your promise 6 months earlier you weren’t expecting anything grand during his speech. That’s why it took you by surprise almost as much as the rest of the audience, when he called out your name. 

“Uhm, actually- there is one more person I’d like to thank. (She’s/He’s) helped me through so much over the past year and a half, and I’m very lucky to have (her/him) in my life. Truthfully, I-I don’t know if I’m good enough for (her/him)...but I promised this person that if we won Album of the Year we would stop hiding our relationship, so thank you Stay’s for making this dream of mine come true. And Y/N...thank you for being such a good (girlfriend/boyfriend)- congratulations on Rookie of the Year, Jagiya.”

[nerdyfangirl67]

Changed - NCIS Reader Insert

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: language (I think?), feelings of anxiousness and trauma (symptoms of PTSD), feelings of fear

Word count: 2732

A/N: I’m not entirely sure if you get to leave the Witness Protection Program after the case is solved or not, but for this one-shot, I’m taking some liberties. I also am not writing Ziva into this one-shot because I feel if Gibbs “lost” a member, he would wait as long as he could before filling the position. Kate’s death is another thing that I left out of this piece. I just felt that it didn’t really go with my storyline so I left it out.

If ya’ll want me to write a part 2 to this, let me know!

Reader had to join witness protection for a period of time. When the reader returns to the team, she is changed. No one knows how to talk with her, no one except Gibbs, who never stopped loving her.

Your POV:

You stood across the street, staring at the two-story house that used to be your home. You had been gone for three years. Three long, treacherous years, the entirety of which had been spent under a different identity, thousands of miles from home, constantly looking over your shoulder, ready to run. Three years that had changed you beyond recognition. And now you were back. Which meant you got to pick up the pieces of your shattered life and try to glue them back together. The first thing you had done when you had gotten out of the program was come back here. Yes, it was the place it all started but it was also the place you had left your heart three years ago. The place were you had left your family behind.

-----

After a psych evaluation and an entrance interview of sorts with Director Vance, you had been reinstated as an agent on Gibbs’ team. Tomorrow was your first day back with the team and the excitement and nervousness consuming you were keeping you from sleep. Add to that the fact you were staying in a motel room, with a disturbing lack of security measures, for the first time in years and you knew it was going to be a sleepless night.

You had tried everything you could think of to fall asleep, you had even resorted to ‘counting sheep’. Finally, around five in the morning, you were able to fall into a light sleep, which you were rudely awakened from only an hour and a half later when your alarm goes off.

You drag yourself out of bed and head to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, you cringe internally at the sight of yourself. Your Y/H/C hair is tangled from the constant tossing and turning you did last night. There are dark bags underneath your eyes, which feel gritty and dry from your lack of sleep. You sigh and decide the best you can do is take a long, hot shower.

An hour later you were dressed and ready, or as ready as you’ll ever be, for work. You grab your jacket, the room key, and head towards the Prius you had rented until you could get your car out of storage.

The closer you got to the office, the more the feeling of anxiety in your chest grew, threatening to consume you entirely. You park the rental at the far edge of the parking lot, taking a minute to gather your breath before heading towards the NCIS building. You flash your badge at security, making it through much quicker than you had anticipated. You opted to take the stairs, not ready to encounter anyone you know just yet.

Reaching the floor of the NCIS offices and bullpen, you take a deep breath before pulling the door open. Upon reaching the bullpen, you notice the only other person present was Agent McGee. Agent McGee had been new to the team prior to you leaving, so you hadn’t been able to get to know him very well.

Taking a few steps forward, until you stood in front of Tony’s desk, you call out a simple greeting, “Good morning Agent McGee.”

McGee lifts his head up, bringing his attention onto you. You watch as the confusion in his features morphs to recognization. “Agent Y/L/N right?” He questions, standing and walking closer to you, extending a hand as he does. You nod and shake his hand, as he presses you further, “Boss said you were in the Program and didn’t know when, or if, you’d be back.” You nod tightly in response, but the conversation is brought to a halt when a booming voice fills the bullpen.

“McGee, who’s the hott-...” Tony trails off as you move to face him. He stares at you in shock before softly whispering, “Y/N?”

Nodding, you feel tears start to cascade down your face. You move forward at the same time Tony does and the two of you collide together in a tight embrace. You had missed him, your best friend. You had missed being a part of the team, a part of a family.

“I missed you, Tony.” You mumble, trying to stop the tears falling from your face.

His grip on you tightens before he whispers, “I missed you too.” He held on to you for a moment longer before releasing you and pulling back to look at you.

“You don’t look too bad there, sweet cheeks.” He says with a smirk. You smile open your mouth to reply, but Gibbs’ voice cuts you off, “Grab your gear. We have a case.”

You had been dreaming of this day for the past three years, the day you would finally get to lay eyes on the man you loved. His blue eyes are drawing you in, causing you to unconsciously move towards him.  You stop when you are a foot away from him, breathing in his unique musk of coffee and cedar for the first time in three years. As you look into his eyes, you can clearly see the future you had thought was long gone come back to light. That alone calms you, but the moment he gently pulls you into a hug, you feel like you are truly home.

“Are you safe?” He murmurs into your ear. You nod in response. Gibbs was the only one who knew the details of why you had to join the program. The hug doesn’t last long but it is better than anything you had imagined. As you step back from his embrace, he flashes you a small, discrete smile, which you return with a smile of your own.

Your recently reinstated status keeps you back at headquarters, filling out paperwork. The day goes by slowly, with a visit from Abby and Ducky being the only thing breaking the day up. You don’t see Tony, Gibbs, or McGee for the rest of the day and you head back to your motel room, in a dejected mood.

-----

The rest of the week passes much in the same fashion, with you seeing the rest of your team only briefly. The nights don’t pass any smoother and by Friday you are waking up at 4:30 in the morning, spending a few hours swimming in the motel pool to relax your tense muscles before heading to work.

You are the last one to arrive at the office, sitting down at your desk and taking a moment to lean back in your chair. When you sit up properly in your chair, you notice a coffee on your desktop. Your eyes drift towards Gibbs’ desk to see he’s watching you. You mouth a quiet “thank you” before grabbing the coffee and taking a long sip.

The morning passes quickly, with you adding some input to the ideas bouncing around the bullpen about the current case.

After a lunch of Chinese takeout, kindly supplied by Tony, the team comes across a break in the case as an identity of the unsub is discovered. Gibbs and McGee head to the unsub’s work location and you and Tony head to the unsub’s house.

After a twenty-minute car ride, the entirety of which you spent trying to calm the growing anxiety in your gut, you and Tony reach the house. Tony steps up to the door, knocking and announcing the two of you. No response comes, so after checking to see if the door is locked, Tony kicks in the door. You and Tony sweep the rooms of the house, finding no one. Passing back through the hallway you had just cleared, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

Fear takes ahold of you and you ram your elbow backward, meeting a body, and as you whirl around, you grip the person’s wrist, twisting it behind their back.

“Son of a bitch! Y/N, it’s me.” Tony whisper yells, causing you to immediately release him. “I noticed a shed in the back. All the windows are blacked out with newspaper. We need to approach from the side and get the front and back entrances.” His words have you tensing up again, yet you follow him out of the house and around towards the shed.

You place a hand on Tony’s shoulder, stopping him only feet away from the shed. You stretch up and whisper nervously, “Shouldn’t we wait for the rest of the team?” Tony hesitates briefly before shaking his head. You huff out a breath in frustration but follow after him.

Tony splits off from you, sending you towards the back of the shed. You slowly progress forward towards the back door. You wait off to the side of the door, listening as Tony announces himself before pushing the door open. The door flies open and the unsub comes running out, followed closely by Tony. The suspect doesn’t get far though because as he shoots past you, you stick out a leg, sending him crashing to the ground.  

“Don’t move, you’re under arrest.” Tony’s voice is deep with frustration. You haul the unsub to his feet, slapping cuffs onto his wrists. The two of you drag him to the car. Tony gives him a subtle push into the backseat. The drive back to the NCIS goes relatively quickly and the suspect is in the interrogation room, under Gibbs stern glare, shortly after.

A few hours after Gibbs got a confession from the suspect, you were sitting at your desk, completing paperwork for the case. It was well after six, but you didn’t want to leave paperwork for tomorrow. Tony and McGee had gone home about half an hour ago and you knew Gibbs was around somewhere, but you hadn’t seen him in a while.

You had just finished the required paperwork when your desk phone rang. Picking up the phone you answer, “NCIS, Agent Y/L/N.”

There is no sound coming from the other end of the phone call so you repeat your greeting. As you wait for a response, a chill travels up your spine. You quickly write down the phone number before slamming the phone down.

You hurry downstairs, bringing the number with you. Heavy metal music gets louder the closer you get to the door of Abby’s lab and you place your hands over your ears as the door slides open.

“Abby?” You yell into the lab as you move towards her radio. Turning the music down, you call out at a much lower volume, “Abby? Are you here?”

Abby pops up from behind her computer, causing you to let out of a squeak of surprise.

“What’s up chickadee?” Abby cheerfully asks as she moves in your direction.

“Can you run some background on this phone number for me?” You question, handing over the slip of paper with the number on it.

Abby grabs the paper, heading back to her computer. “Just give me a minute.” She starts furiously typing on her keyboard. A moment later, she looks at you before relaying the gathered intel.

“The number belongs to a burner phone so I couldn’t get a name. And the call didn’t last long enough for me to trace it, sorry Y/N.” You nod your head, the information disappointing but you hadn’t been expecting anything promising.

“Thanks, Abs. And could you keep this between us? I don’t need the team knowing, especially Gibbs.” You reply as you start moving towards the lab door.

Abby looks a bit confused before nodding. “Of course Y/N.”

You wave a good-bye before retreating back up to the bullpen. Your heart is thudding in your chest and you can’t bring yourself to head back towards your motel room just yet, so you sit back down at your desk. Sitting at your desk becomes leaning back in your desk chair, which eventually became resting with your eyes closed.

A deep voice causes you to snap up out of your chair and place your hand on your holstered gun. Your eyes scan the bullpen in a panic until they land on Gibbs standing in front of you. His electric blue eyes bore into your Y/E/C eyes. He reaches out a hand, placing it gently on top of the hand resting on your gun holster.

“Y/N, why don’t you go home?” His quiet voice manages to slow your racing nerves.

“I don’t feel safe in that motel room. And I got a weird call earlier that didn’t sit right with me.’” You answer truthfully, knowing that you never have to hide what you were feeling from him. And even if you did, he would find a way to figure out what you were hiding from him.

His hand grips yours before saying, “Come home with me. You’ll be safe there.” His words consume you with an intense feeling of love and you know that the safest place you could be was with Gibbs. You nod your head and follow him out of the office.

--—

The night you spent at Gibbs’ was the safest you had felt since even before you had joined the Witness Protection Program. And Gibbs made it easy for you to forget the fear you’d felt since returning home, even if it was just for a night. The fear that this was all a mirage and you’d be killed by those who were after you before you could enjoy your life again. Before you had the chance to tell Gibbs how you felt about him.

Although you had the weekend off, a case early Saturday afternoon had you forgetting about your need for a permanent residence, other than the crappy motel room you were staying in. You arrive at the crime scene shortly after leaving Gibbs’ house. You had spent a good amount of the morning watching Gibbs work on his boat, allowing yourself to simply relax in his presence.

DiNozzo gets to the crime scene at the same time as you and the two of you walk towards the tape together. Just before you reach the body, your cellphone rings. You grab it, glance at the caller ID, and answer with a “Hello?”

Silence answers from the other end. The hair on your arms pricks up and a shiver runs down your spine. You quickly hang up, ignoring the strange look Tony gives you, and block the number on your phone.

Just then Tony’s phone rings and you rapidly say, “Don’t answer that”, as you place a firm hand on his forearm.

Tony’s brow is wrinkled in confusion as he looks at you. “Y/N, it’s only McGee.” His gentle voice brings you to reality as you realize you just freaked out on your own best friend.

You mumble out an apology before rushing ahead to the body. You don’t even hear a word Ducky says about the victim and you almost miss Gibbs sending you to the victim’s house with McGee as he and DiNozzzo go to interview the victim’s boss and co-workers.

You and McGee search the victim’s house, finding nothing out of the ordinary. The ride back to the office was uneventful, with McGee trying to make small talk, but you were quick to shut it down. You weren’t able to think about anything but the fear swirling around in your brain after this morning’s event.

Walking into the bullpen, you are immediately greeted by Gibbs. He barely gave you any time to dump your gear at your desk before dragging you along with him to the elevator.

You watch as Gibbs pulls the emergency stop button and then turn his gaze to you. You wait, unsure of exactly what he wants from you.

“Y/N. Are you safe?” Worry and protectiveness lace through his voice. Although it was a simple question, of only three words, you know that there is more to it than that. His question told you of all the feelings that he hadn’t yet voiced.

“I don’t feel safe Jethro. I feel like I am always looking over my shoulder. And these random phone calls...they scare me.” Your honest confession causes the fear to resurface, bringing tears along with it. Gibbs steps forward, wrapping his arms tight around you, tucking your head in close. You press your face into his chest, finding comfort in the steady beating of his heart.

“We’ll get him. And in the meantime, I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” His gentle words remind you of all the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place.

“I love you.” You murmur, unable to hold back the truth any longer.

“I know.” And although he didn’t say it back, you know he loves you as well.

[cold-and-cold]

Notepad++ Review -- An Strong, No Cost Code Editor Filled with Functions

Since a regular reader you may have discovered that not long ago we've been publishing a lot of in-depth opinions of code editors. We first started off using Atom, then proceeded on to Sublimetext along with Adobe Brackets. From the following, we will take a tricky look at this specific code editor and what it could do for WordPress customers.

The Review of Notepad++ silent install

Notepad++ is an entirely totally free, open source source code editor. You are able to download it from the state website both being a 32bit and 64bit edition. Since it's composed in C++, the installer document is simply 2.7MB substantial. Notepad++ includes a exact busy community supporting it and is hence offered in a large number of languages. Once on your drive, the editor just takes up about 4MB. However, it packs a significant punch in this tiny room. At the end of the setup, you can pick to automatically start notepad++ install silently for the first moment. Even the UI is perhaps not as slick as among different applicants, but you may very quickly locate your way around.

What jumps straight out may be that the very long line of action buttons at the top. Here, you find a whole good deal of standard operations including make new record, close all of windows, paste and copy, undo/redo, zoom in/out along with more. While other code editors take for minimalism,notepad++ install silently provides the maximum amount of performance as possible in 1 display. Since you can notice in the rest of this report, that's a ongoing motif.

Adding job folders occurs through File > Open Folder as Workspace. After doing so, you can start files included inside the folder having a double-click to begin viewing them. They will automatically open in tabs. Nothing new so far, therefore let us dive a little deeper.

Open Source and No Cost

As with other code editors within our own listing, Notepad++ is an open source undertaking. Users may contribute in many different ways:

Turn in bugfixes and stains

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Translate the editor

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“Alright.” She calmly stands up, fingers wiping down pants, wrists still sore from handcuffs and eyes still weary from too little sleep over the past year. What else is new? It’s a shame she couldn’t get a decent cup of coffee before all of this. “Danvers Big, Luthor, Teal’c. C-4. A lot of it. Plant it around as many key points of the ship as possible. No arguments from any of you, set a timer. Keep Teal’c close, he’s the only other one that knows around a Goa’uld ship.” Cat pops open another crate and starts tossing out a few zat guns. At least these will do some damage, swinging her own gun around her shoulder to rest along taut shoulder blades. “If any of you are idiotic enough to get caught, we’re making sure this overly tacky ode to Liberace is blown to high hell. Kara, Junior--” Lips thin, thinking that there’s likely only one other person other than herself that might be able to get through to Skaara. “You’re with me.”

       Kara literally lost it in a laugh cause Ken'tha was only a foot or so long. Kara was always amused when she was with the team as well, as she was the tallest, next to J'onn of course. Kara moved over to sit down on a log that was made to be her bench, watching her dig.

The envelope wasn’t what she was expecting, but she took it from Cat’s hands as she opened it and glanced over to Cat. The information was intriguing, though she couldn’t help but wonder what a mirror had to do with anything, especially in a warehouse. Kara pulled out the pictures and information on it, noticing the scribble of Lena’s writing and looking over each picture.

“This… This isn’t goa'uld tech,” Kara said, as she looked at Cat. “Ken'tha said its nothing made by Goa'uld knowledge,” Kara stared at the large mirror, enraptured by what she was gazing at. “This is… nothing like I’ve ever seen. It’s clearly something ancient, look at the stonework around it, and look at the other items here in the picture,” Kara said pointing to the objects. “This is…these are artifacts from different time periods, this is… its a collection. A laboratory of some sort.” Kara clearly loved what she did, even if she hadn’t been on earth, her clear excitement never died. “This could be some culture that use to study our ancient cultures. Just like we are studying other cultures across the world now. The mirror, it could be some sort of device, like a TV or hologram. If we could just figure out how to activate it. who knows what they might know!” Kara said as she looked at Cat, pausing for a moment.

Maybe she got a little too excited…

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      Cat's eyes have long since settled in the girl instead of the photographs, watching the way her brows raise and her hands move. Watching the way her eyes light up underneath the sunlight of another planet, painting her features in the hue of a forest. It's been a long time. "What makes you think they're studying us? What makes you think they're artifacts from Earth and not just other gift from the gou'ald?" Cat leans up against the nearby wall before holding open the door for Kara, curious if she's here to see the rest of it. To see what kind of life Kara has made for herself. 

She imagines it, sometimes. Coming back here. Going anywhere. But it's not exactly kismet so there's nothing wrong with a living a little vicariously. 

"Because of the other useless trinkets throughout the room? I know people would love to see me on TV, Danvers, but a mirror being a set is a bit of a stretch, don't you think?" Still, it's a further theory than anyone in the mountain had grasped at. 

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       Kara paused as she looked over to Cat at the question. For a second thinking it was clear but then remembered every time Cat always told her to explain. “Okay, see how the objects are positioned on the table,” Kara said, putting the picture in her hands. “A collection would often been seen on shelves, perhaps behind something to keep its value protected. Or even positioned in a way that was near something else that is religious, like a greek statue with offerings around it. But this,” Kara pointed toward each artifact. “They are on a table, positioned in a line. You see it often when studying other things, like rocks or some sort of scientific study.”

Moving into the house, she sat down at the table she had, spreading out everything that had been in the envelope. “I would know more if I could go there. See it for myself.” Kara turned to look at Cat and then back to the picture. “Well, these objects here. This one is a statue of Bastet, an ancient greek artifact, probably belonging to a family who might have paid homage to her. This is an african mask, around the 15th century. And this, this is a medieval Aberdeenshire Game Board. Pretty much things of everyday human life. But the mirror, the symbols, its not of any human earth linguistics I have ever seen, but its not goa’uld either. It must be part of the race that once lived on that planet, or perhaps they still do and no one saw them.” Kara put her hand up against her mouth, thinking carefully back to all her studies on Krypton and then everything she had done on earth and what she had learned thus far from the stargate program.

“It looks like a mirror, but it could have knowledge locked inside of it, like we found on the island before, when we saved Earnest. It might have something that could help us against the Goa’uld. Or it could be some sort of ancient dialect, or… it could be so many things! Honestly, its astounding,”

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      “Uh huh. Yeah, no where,” Cat drawls, “In there did you clearly state, ‘Oh, yes, Cat, this is obviously a weapon of mass destruction that’s going to eradicate our enemy before the war’s even touched our soil’. No offense,” Cat drops the bag on the ground with a heavy sigh, shoulders barely slumping before they straighten, hand coming up to tap at cracked lips, desert-scorched. A little pale now that she’s not underneath the warmth of the sun. Arms cross now that they’re free. “To junior. Because I would much rather it be a defense system.” A low hum, looking over Kara’s shoulder, “Not that it seems to have done them any good given the fact that the entire floor was empty. Maybe the Goa’uld wiped them out, too.”

She’s quiet for a long moment, brows barely knit before she looks back up towards Kara, tongue tracing her lower lip. A swift nod.

“What are the chances of it actually being useful? We’re tugging at scraps, here, already.” And she can feel it, crawling up her gut--settling between her ribs. That sixth sense of we’re fucked that’s already gotten her through enough life and death situations to where she immediately listens to it. “If I get you there, would it actually help you tell what it is?” 

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       "What?" Kara said, confused for a second before it dawned on her what Cat meant. Man, its been awhile since she's done this, but it did feel like old times. "No, no, I don't think its a a weapon or a tool of any sort of destruction. It not even defensive, by its look. If it was, I believe it would have be out somewhere else, like a protective shield or something like this. I think its something else..." Kara said, as she tilted her head slightly. "Ken'tha has never seen anything like it, its got to be something..." Working with pictures was difficult. She could get an idea, but it just wasn't as good as in person.

"Perhaps, but if it was something that could hurt the goa'uld or destroy them, they would have taken it, or destroy it themselves," Kara pushed her lips to the side, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear thinking. Studying the symbols she could see. But the dialect wasn't anything she had ever seen before, it wasn't goa'uld, nor was it egyptian or latin, or any base language. Not was it Kryptonian or Callicite, it was racking her brain to try and go through every language she knew. "I can't say for sure," Kara admitted, looking at Cat. Because she didn't know if it would be useful.

"I think I could know more, if I was there. Pictures only do so much, but being there, I could definitely get more information."

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     “We’ve been there.” Cat shakes her head, trying to make her point clearer: “If it’s not a weapon or a shield, it’s not worth going somewhere we have a direct line of contact to. The SGC might find you. No, probably will find you, and trust me, in a strained environment where we keep not running into weapons or shields—where it’s just thousands of artifacts we don’t care about because it’s not the next atom bomb—you’re the last bet they have against figuring out how a Gou’ald ticks. And I don’t mean,” It’s not sharp, just factual, fingers barely curling into her elbows, leaving small moon-circles of dirt in their wake before hands fall. “In the promotion kind of way. Forget it.”

She shrugs, fingers brushing off the dirt on her arm like it’s the most casual statement of the day. Because she hasn’t spent a year in a glorified prison just to throw Kara to the wolves on a hunch.

“I’ll have Winn poke it again and stare blankly at it for a few more hours. He’s particularly good at that.” Eyes flick down to the picture, lips barely pursing, “It’s a shame we don’t know who it’s from. Who built it. Maybe we could find them. Hmm…” Another shake of her head, sliding the cap back over damp hair, offering a slim smile, “We could use a bigger bully on the school yard in our corner.” 

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       “You’ve been there. Your team. Not me,” Kara reiterated, as she pointed at the picture. “This could have valuable intel, intel you haven’t had. For all we know, this could be a key to a tool you could use. I need to go! And if you won't take me, then I’ll go myself. I’ll just send whatever I find through the stargate and then come back here. But I’m going,” Kara grumbled as she pushed her lips together. “I don’t care what they do to me, Cat. But this is our…. Your world we are talking about. If this has something, anything, to help save it. I’m going to do it, even if earth thinks I’m an enemy of the world,”

Kara put the stuff into the envelope as she got up and found the bag she needed and was starting to pack things into it. “No,” Kara said, as she looked over at Cat. “He’s goods with computers, he’s not an anthropologist, he won’t know what to look for,” Kara finally finished gathering the few things and looked over to her. “That’s EXACTLY why I need to go. If this is the key to a new race, a race that could put up a fight against the Goa’uld, like the Asgard, then we have to try. I have to try!” She left the envelope for Cat and glanced over to her.

“If I find anything, I’ll leave it there at that planet. Look in the same room you took this picture on the table. It will be there. But I have to go,”

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     Shoulders lean into the wall, looking seemingly nonplussed by Kara’s sudden enthusiasm. An eyebrow slowly arches to touch the dip of her sunglasses, letting out a slow hum before she slides them down and then figures if she’s here she might as well look to see if Kara has any food. Is the food on this planet even edible? She’s been to so many, now, it seems a little negligible. It hasn’t killed her yet—

She pops up something that looks almost like an apple…if a cheap off-budget props department on a B Sci-fi movie made it.

“Love the enthusiasm, honorary flygirl.” The apple pauses over her lips when she remembers that time she was suddenly forty going on one-hundred and twelve and figures she’ll wait. The faux-pple is settled back in its happy little home, twisting around to fully face Kara with a hint of amusement clear on lips, even though her eyes are shaded.

 “I can’t wait to see how you get there without the dial address. You don’t mind if I wait here to hear how that little adventure goes, do you? It was a long trek, I could use a nap. Not beauty sleep, obviously, I’ve got that in spades.”

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       Oh… She hated that. She paused as she let the bag slowly slip from her shoulder and refuse to look at Cat just yet. “That’s not fair,” Kara whispered as she took a deep breath and turned around. “Really, that’s not funny. At all,” Her arms crossed over her chest, looking at her even though she had this amusement in her eyes as if she had done something humorous. Kara wasn’t humored.

“Please, Cat,” Kara said as she leaned against the table. “I don’t care what the people of earth do, but we aren’t going to earth. If I can figure out what this is about, if it can help you, isn’t it worth the trip?” The question lingered as she let a breath slip from her lips. “Look, I’m useless out here. Why is it going to hurt to go and see what this can do. If its pointless, you can just tell me ‘I told you so’ and bring me right back here. If its not pointless, what is there to lose?”

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     "Oh, it's funny." Cat leans forward just a little, fingers curling, but the smile falls in lieu of something serious, coming a little closer. "You say that because you've never been tortured." There's a weight to it, the sort of comment that might be bright any other day if it wasn't so true--something a graveness that comes from experience. It's a romantic notion, fighting for freedom and truth and the people you care about, until you're faced with the repercussions of it. "You'll care what the people of Earth do. Your people."

Cat will care. Bigger Danvers will care. Luthor--J'onn--Marsdin. The idiot Winn kid. There's a lot more to lose than a stir crazy archaeologist puts weight on, likely. 

Curling fingers flex--stretch--curl--and then stretch, again, before she suddenly dips down to pick back up the pictures, not wanting a trail to where they're going, or have been. All she has is a hunch. "You're right, what's a little treason between old friends." The dryness is back, lips thin as she once more shoulders her bag, idly wondering the chances of enjoying the sunshine on the way out before nodding towards the door. "Just because I clearly thrive on telling you I told you so. Let's go, march."

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       Quiet settled on Kara’s lips as she wondered if she had pushed past the wrong boundary. Cat wasn’t smiling any longer, she looked took a breath. “Being tortured scares me, more then anything, but what scares me more… is losing you, Alex, Lena, the whole team,” Kara sat down beside Cat, quiet for a moment as Cat seemed to let it twist inside of her head. She grabbed the other papers and pushed them over to Cat as well.

“There’s Colonel Grant,” Kara commented, leaning up against the table staring at her when she reached over and tried to take her hand but stopped and just took a breath. Kara wasn’t sure what boundary she crossed, she had done something wrong. But she really needed to do this. Kara reached over and gave her a small bag. “Here, some food,” She said, as she picked up her gown and moved out of the house, letting Cat lead the way now.

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"You had that too conveniently at hand. I knew you were waiting for me." It's a dry quip, fingers tucking open the small sack and eyes lingering before she follows after. It's a shame, she thinks, that she doesnt have the opportunity to see Kara's life here. But maybe there's no other Grant than Colonel Grant, after all, rifling through.

There's no comment on what Kara might lose, or what Cat might imagine loss to be. Instead, she plucks up faux-pple number two in front of Kara and smirks. "Chances of this killing me? Hmm, well, what does it matter, anyways? I like to live dangerously." A fact noted by the obvious: they're heading back towards a Stargate she was being fired at right before entering maybe ten or so minutes ago. She takes a bite. Hums at the unusual taste, letting it sink on her tongue, ignoring how close Kara's hand has been. "We'll have to take a detour before going there. If anything does happen, we're going to make it hard for anyone to be able to track you back to the Nox." Cat has a few planets in mind. "How have you been?" Eyes stay forward, "Really."

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       Kara smiled, as she gave a small shrug. "So, I had a feeling someone would come by sooner or later, at least I hoped. But, I have a huge store of food so, I eat a lot," Kara chuckled as she glanced back. "Next time, let's stay a little longer and talk about domestic things." A little comment, cause honestly, she wanted to just have a moment of normal.

then again when was any of this normal??

"Its not, would I really let you eat anything that would kill you?" Kara questioned, shaking her head in amusement. She paused at the stargate, staring at it for the first time in a long time. She hadn't been this close in awhile, taking a breath. She opened up her bag, looking at the weapons she had that Ken’tha had taken before she ran with Kara’s body. “That’s good. They don’t deserve to be harassed, they are a kind people,” She moved toward the dial device (seems the Nox already knew they were leaving) and paused as she looked over to Cat.

“Really?” Kara repeated as she took a breath. “I want to go home. I just want to have everything go back to how it was. But, honestly, I’m fine. I really am, I’m making this work. The Nox help, honestly. They’re very empathetic,” Kara won’t mention how many times she’s cried because she lost Krypton, then she lost Earth, she lost her family and friends, and then her second family and her friends. She was tired.

Rao, she was really tired.

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"You might let me eat something that turns my head...oh, I don't know. Perpetually blue. Makes my lips swell up like Pam Anderson. Who knows." But Cat takes another bite, regardless, twisting around on her heel to gesture towards that vague blur of...whatever it is hanging in the distance, a silky cloud of opaque a little far out of eyesight. Maybe that's how they do it. They're always just a little farther out of eyesight. "Hmm, maybe. Next time. Gun?" The last part is called out into the sky, gesturing with her hand for a few seconds before it materializes next to her ankle. "Thank you." A little short--huffed through nostrils before she moves over to the DHD, palm pressing until the chevrons engage, the loud whir familiar. Distracting enough. 

It's been a long time since cat's been the 'talk about domestic' type. The thought make her chuckle, continuing, "Maybe I'll bring over an issue of Vogue. It's been a bit since I've had an excuse to wear a dress." Normally, these days, her finest accessory is around her ankles. Thanks to Luthor, its tucked on the edge of camp a few planets away. "But if we're being optimistic, a girl can dream." The final Chevron engages, finally taking looking back over at Kara, watching muted sunshine paint her features. "I'm...glad." She settles on, voice calm and humming. Maybe just as glad that glasses are tucked on her nose, obscuring her eyes from an ever-observant pair. The last thing she needs is Kara reading her like some ancient Babylon manuscript. "That they've made it easier for you. Who knows, maybe we'll find something that wins the war." Cat tucks her newly materialized gun by her hip. A chuckling laugh, "Sounds about as likely as me getting the chance to wear a dress, anytime soon, doesn't it? But, hmm...a chance is better than none, isn't it?" 

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“No I wouldn’t!” Kara nearly spoke up without thinking when Cat took another bite and realized her leg was probably being pulled. That is what the humans called it, right? “Promise, I’m not going to turn you into a blue blueberry like willy wonka,” okay, the thought made Kara giggle a little bit, because it was one of the movies that Eliza showed her when she was a kid. She looked over at Cat as she had her gun back and she was sure her sense of security returned. Though here on Nox, there was nothing to worry about.

A grin crossed her lips as she looked over to her. “I’m sure you look great,” She said and then raised a brow. “One day, right?” Eyes watched each chevron entered until the bright blue wave erupted and Kara stared for a moment in awe. It never ceased to amaze her. “I’m sure the Nox wouldn’t mind if you stayed for a little bit, if you ever get a chance,” Kara chuckled and gave a shrug. “I’m going to hold you to that. When we win, you get to wear a dress. There’s always a chance,” A simple challenge, but always something that she enjoyed. “Come on, let’s go!” Kara said as she stepped through the gate, a little too eager to travel again.

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“Stay on some peaceful, non-violent planet where I don’t constantly have to look over my shoulder? Sounds a little.” The gust of wind dances up hair, fingers curling around metal, lips barely twitching upwards, settling the half-eating faux-pple in the bag. Leave no trace, Thoreau would be proud. “Boring, don’t you think? Even at Thanksgiving I have to step around a landmine or two, no--no. I’m not the type the Nox are looking for. But I could always call Stevie Nicks to fill in--she’d love it.” There’s something about the wind here that reminds her of the softly settling breeze in green trees in Istanbul and it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch of the imagination to feel like she’s home. No guns, and all. 

She steps through before Kara can and raises her own, ready, feeling the chill of ice on her bones. The immediate snow whipping through the air--wind. Something undoubtedly boring and full of science about the displacement of thermodynamics that she could just hear Luthor prattling on about in the background, a small little bubble of warmth following them past the explosion outwards before blue sinks back into the portal, both of them on the ramp. 

The warmth doesn’t last long. It’s immediately freezing and Grant tosses Kara her gun, casually shouting over the wind and ice, knowing they have a few pit-stops to pluck back up her gear — “Hope you remember how to use it—” before she rushes over to the DHD, slamming in coordinates before her hand can freeze to the platform, dipping down to knees in order to roughly knock off the platform in front of it, sliding a small little hanging device off of the edge of the plug-in for the panel before replacing it. Slipping it into her bag, cooling fingers untangling that rope. Waiting until that boom happens one more time, a rush of blue expanding outwards before it settles, a shimmering portal once more highlighting the darkened snow—

One down, three to go. 

Cat pushes Kara through it since it’s hard to see in the settling flurry of snow, not really giving her the chance, otherwise, really. A little like old times.

The next planet’s heat is enough to cause whiplash in nerves and Cat nods towards a small little clearing of purple trees down ahead, “Pit-stop.” Continuing, tugging up the rope and leaving mini-Danvers with the gun. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think your real desire to help is the opportunity,” In the time she’s talked, she’s popped open this panel, as well, hissing at the heat of whatever kind of metal this is searing the edge of her fingertips underneath the sun, rummaging around for a few seconds before the small little black attachment has disappeared inside. “To see me in a dress. Oh, not that I blame you. Annie Lennox and I have several things in common, Kara—a questionable phase in college, a distaste for producers--” She hops upwards, slinging the rope around her shoulder, “And we both look fantastic in dresses and suits, alike. Dress blues do great things for my bedroom eyes.” For the first time, she moves forward to pat Kara’s shoulder, hand lingering, suddenly serious, “You alright? It’s been a while since you’ve been through.”

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"After being constantly busy, a little peace never hurts," Kara said, as she looked at her. "Don't tell me you haven't enjoyed a moment of quiet just reading a book or sketching or anything?" She questioned, almost baffled and then stared at her. "You...what?" Sometimes, Kara forgets that Cat isi n the military. "Well, you deserve a normal thanksgiving. Though I do not quite understand why humans do Thanksgiving," Kara moved as she followed Cat through at first.

The gate was cold, once again, as she took a breath letting the warm air warm her lungs again. Except when she breathed in it was freezing cold and Kara wasn't prepared or dressed for this. She caught the gun, and nodded, shivering within seconds as her outfit was think and ill crafted. Before Kara had a chance to think she was pushed through the gate and tripped onto the metal platform, staring up at the gate as Cat came through.

"Next time, warn me about the cold. I'm not exactly dressed for that," But what was a chill was now sweat as she turned to look at the purple treeline (it reminded her of the forest of Krypton) and shifted the gun in her hands (she was always better with a pen rather then a weapon). A blush came to her cheeks that she hoped would be an excuse that the planet was so hot, and chuckled. "I didn't mean, its not like, its just...." Kara stumbled over her words, as she reached up and rubbed her temple a little. "I, uh, da....what?" Kara nearly fell over if not for the fact she was on her two feet. Every inch of her paused as she felt her shoulder touched and shook her head. "I'll be alright, its a little dizzy, its has been awhile,"

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A slow eyebrow arches upwards at the impressive tongue tie and it's this moment that Cat will never admit she missed Kara, a little. It's not like she made Luthor or J'onn nervous. Or...have emotions. She forgot how easy it was to rattle the other woman and wonders, not for the first time, what kind of weapon of mass destruction that gou'ald could really be with this as its cover.

But, then again, Cat also knew Kara Danvers was more than met the eye. 

Fingers curl--squeeze around the shoulder--before she pulls away. "Breathe, Kara. I can't have you hyperventilating." The hand moves up to pat her cheek twice, as well, before pulling away, entirely, heading towards those trees with rope in hand. "I left a few things I have a feeling we're going to need." Their emergency button, return home button being one of them. She'd rather not meet the other end of the eye without it opening if they do wind up having to go back to earth. "You didn't exactly give me much of a chance to warn you about packing before you started leaving. Someone had cabin fever."

Cat knows what that feels like. Which is likely why she doesn't linger on the subject of relaxing very long. 

"No, I've been stationed away the majority of the year." But Kara doesn't have to know the why. Need to know. And Kara likely carries enough guilt for both of them, already. Cat doesn't want to pile onto it. And she doesn't linger on that, either. "But I'd still rather be dodging actual landmines than having a conversation over martinis with my mother. And I thought you were the archaeologist, if you suddenly can't tell me the extensive backstory of a holiday, I've lost my faith." Lips twitch, heading towards the trees. 

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       "I never said I didn't understand the background and reasoning behind Thanksgiving, just it seems a little irrelevant at the same time. But then again, Americans do love their food," Kara mused lightly, and then shrugged. "And I like the food to so... Apple pie is the best home cooked desert I have ever tasted in my life." Hence the apple-like fruit she loved to collect on Gaia while she was there and living.

Kara shifted her dress, moving with her toward the tree as she shifted the gun to hang off a strap on her shoulder. The first thing she did was pull out her gou'ald weapon instead, fitting it onto her hand, each gold tip on a finger as she looked over toward Cat.

A breath came from her lips, one, two, three. "What can I say, I was ready to go do something. Even when I do have to go back, at least I had one more adventure," She smiled, and she truly meant that. Kara wasn't one to just sit at home, pick plants and live in the forest house. It was nice, but it wasn't something Kara could do forever.

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"We love our food, guns, and occasionally pretentious nationalism and freedom--it's what we're fighting for." Her voice might be dry, but her eyes haven't fallen from their surroundings for a moment, listening. Watching. When their feet crunch along underbrush, there's something familiar in it and cat is quietly thankful for each side step in count because it's just two sets of footprints, each time. 

Any soldier who claims they like a fight hasn't been in enough of them to understand how exhausting they are, and after enough detours to find the federal DOT a run for their money, she'll avoid them as much as possible. 

Shoulders tense for a moment at the sight of the glove before fingers flex around the rope, the trees coming a little clearer into sight, the scent of an unfamiliar forest settling in lungs. Right. Kara supposedly knows how to use one of those. The last couple of times cat had been close enough to see one, it wasn't pleasant. "You know, if you don't come back…" Lips part. Purse. The smallest sigh before she continues on, serious, "If Earth is stupid enough to shun you, there are other places you could go. We only took you to the Nox because we knew they would keep you safe and wouldn't let anyone take you back to Earth. It was our only option. It doesn't mean it's yours."

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       Kara didn't know much about the guns and nationalism, she was never truly a part of it here. But perhaps in Krypton, she understood that before. It was a long time ago, it almost felt impossible to remember. She was silent from that moment, just letting the sentence hover on the air instead. She followed her to the area, watching her pull on the rope, gathering what she needed. 

A breath sucked through her lungs at the fated words. Kara really honestly didn't want to think about that. Honestly, there was nowhere safe. The Nox was the only true safe place at the moment. Ken'tha told her about the assassins, and each world she has gone to, the distaste of goa'uld anything was pretty much hated .

"It is," Kara stated, nothing else to truly be spoken. "Its okay, I've accepted it. Like I said, they are kind, far kinder than any other planet could be," She took a breath, pushing a smile to her lips to prevent any show of sadness behind it. It's the last thing Cat needed to worry about, and there was no point in worrying about something that couldn't be fixed.

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“That’s what happens when an entire planet turns away from violence.” Cat hypothesises, anyways. Back still tighter than it ever used to be when she was younger. But it’s not like she has to explain that to Kara, of all people. She can’t quite remember how the air in any room might feel, anymore, without eyes that immediately snap up to the exits. Eyes linger on Kara for a long moment before she tugs off the rope from her shoulder before wrapping a round of it around her wrist, “Peace is a luxury we can’t afford.” Her voice is quiet, that crunching of her boots stopping next to a tree, hefting up the edge of the rope before tossing it over a branch hidden by shimmering, purple leaves. The rope is a hefty, familiar weight as warming fingers start to work the end she just tossed over into a harness by her hips. “And neither can you, right now, since you’re officially guarding my six. Try not to stare too hard at it.” A sharp tug on the rope before she’s climbing up both hanging strands, disappearing up into the tree for a few moments before a bag suddenly appears next to Kara, falling from one of the higher branches, and Cat once more materializes next to it, this time with hair tucked inside her hat and a familiar jacket curved around shoulders. Fingers curl upwards in gesture, “Alright, I want my gun back, since you’ve--have you had that this entire time?” The rope is shoved into the second bag. What a few bigwigs wouldn’t do for that tech, alone. Forging ever on-wards: “If you were someone that could stay on a peaceful planet for longer than anyone told you to, you would have stayed on Krypton. It’s funny what a good heart and an unwillingness to stand aside can do.” It’s hardly a judgmental statement, even as the eyebrow arches upwards. Because Cat, clearly, would prefer Kara stay on whatever planet the Nox homeworld is without the P in front of it, but that’s the funny thing about injustice and believing that the universe would benefit far greater with Kara Danvers’ contribution in it instead of without it. “What about the Tok’ra?”

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       Kara smiled softly, the comment something she agreed with. But the other thing made Kara nod her head. "I know," Her fingers flexed with the device on her hand, and while she had the gun, she's had more time with this one rather then the gun (plus she was never a fan of the sidearm). "I got it," 

After a few minutes, Kara gave back the guna and then looked down at her hand. "Yes?" Kara said, not quite sure why it was a surprise. A little thought passed her mind and then gave a shrug. "I... wear my heart on my sleeve." The thought brought a small smile on her lips before thinking about that. "I'm not sure the way the Tok'ra work is something I can work with myself," Kara said. The Tok'ra were very much the kind of people of the ends justice the means.

Including some of the things they have done. Kara wasn't sure she could deal with living among them with some of their views. "Its fine, Cat. Really, don't worry," Kara smiled as she touched her shoulder.

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“Cute.” Lips barely twitch upwards underneath the familiar rim of sunglasses. It seems to dance up her cheeks like sunshine might, if the shade wasn’t obscuring it beneath the rims’ lofty weight and though the flicker is imperceptible in eyes behind their shield, it’s evident in the faintest way her shoulder tightens and then relaxes underneath Kara’s hand. “You know,” Her hand comes up to a wrist, curving around the faintest dip of a pulse beneath unfamiliar metal. If the goa’uld’s tech is even made from metal. “It’s funny.” She squeezes before hefting up the gun, “I remember saying the same thing to Olivia about the Air Force. It seems like we all do things our conscience wouldn’t allow under the guise of the right thing. I don’t like the Tok’ra, either.” She acknowledges, humming, “But you don’t have to like yourself in a war. We all just do the best we can. There’s always a better to strive towards, don’t get me wrong. I could never just sit by. But if you want to,” A shrug, starting the trek towards the gate, “Enjoy the fake apples. The peace looks like it’s done you well.” For once, it’s not sarcastic. “Come on, we’ll gate to that mirror of yours.”

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Kara barely caught the smile, just barely there as she shifted back to her side, moving her hand away as she noticed the tension at first. Kara had always wanted to talk about it but she doesn’t. It's just...Cat. Though Kara still wonders. Kara pushed her lips to the side and nods a little, because Kara wouldn’t change herself just to fit in somewhere. What kind of person would she be, and what would that say about the way she wanted to do things. But honestly, she was learning things from the Nox, and when they had visitors as well.

“It's not about liking myself. It's about keeping my morals intact. If I waver on that, I lose who I am, what I stand for. Maybe I’m being too stubborn, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just too young,” 

But Kara paused, looking at Cat as she walked toward the gate not quite sure how to respond to that. Because while the peace was nice, she was still itching to help. To get back out there and help. She didn’t want to….just sit around and do nothing. That’s why she was doing this. Kara nodded her head as she followed, watching Cat enter the new gate dialup

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“Clearly just too young!” Cat readily agrees over the boom of naquadah flooding the space in front of them in a large puff of blue before it retracts, a shimmering pool of something not at all close to water hovering in front of them. “That’s what the Nox say about all of us humans, isn’t it? Or, hmm, well,” A gesture towards Kara’s stomach before realizing Junior’s probably wrapped around her spine, instead. It’s not the first time she’s wondered, since she found out, just how much of Kara she knew, and how much of it was...Ken’tha. It’s been a year, and she’s still getting used to the idea. A little faster than the rest of the SG had, but it’s admittedly taken time, whether she admits that, or not. Even now, she can’t help but wonder--

Well, that’s a little pointless, isn’t it? Wondering doesn’t do anyone any favors.

What does liking herself mean to Kara--to Ken-tha--to a Kryptonian, or a Goa’uld, or a human.

“I’m sure they’d say it to you, too. Not the Kryptonian. Or the Goa’uld. You’re not really like either side, are you? Either of you...both of you. Whatever you, you are.” A huff through nostrils at her own words being minced, a rarity. Continuing, “Maybe everyone’s young, outside of the people who refuse to enter a war, even when there’s a choice to. I don’t see the Nox standing here willing to help. You’re leaving, aren’t you? Young. Unwise. Uncultured. How brutish. Or...maybe,” It drawls out, “You’re just holding onto that idealism of yours. Nice to see it hasn’t changed, apparently. That’s fine, the rest of us are completely content living in a universe full of grays and good intent that falls on its face the moment we pull a trigger. Alright, ,” She hefts up her favorite method of good intent, metal glistening under sunlight. Her wrist gestures towards the portal with a flick of the gun, calmly walking up the ramp, jacket once more settled on shoulders--unscuffed as much as the rest of her outfit is. “Lady with the gun first.” Muttering before she disappears through the portal, maybe a reflection of her own: “I always get the fun job.”

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Kara had to hold back a laugh, the fact that Cat readily agreed with that thought a little too fast. When Cat gestured to her stomach, it confused her at first before it clicked what she was meaning. Honestly, Kara didn't know about herself. Kara knew she was Kryptonian. Her psyicology said that, and her religion and concepts and culture was all sitll Kryptonian. But Ken'tha, she was goa'uld, but she wasn't like the goa'uld. She was something else.

They, were something else.

Could Kara even claimed to be a Kryptonian anymore? Honestly, it was something she tried not to think about. She didn't fit into a pretty box, but then again what world, what culture, what customs and traditions truly fit into a box when they were all ever changing? "Its hard to say what we are. Ken'tha and I, I think we are something that has never happened before. The Tok'ra aren't really goa'uld, though scientifically, they are the same species. But Ken'tha wasn't born into their world. Nor was she truly a part of the Goa'uld. She's...different." But that was another story for another time. Focus on one concept at a time, Kara. A chuckle left her lips as she followed her toward the stargate, once more traveling through it, this time it not bothering her as much. 

Kara's eyes honed in on their surroundings, jumping back into old habits of being alert and trying to learn the surroundings quickly. "Where are we now?"

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Boots are tilted on the ground, crouched near the DHD by the time Kara follows through. The gun is tucked up in her palms, at the ready, hand up in a signal before it lowers. Habit. A habit that doesn't really die, stomach clenching and unclenching when all she hears is silence. There's no guarantee, after all, that this is as abandoned as they're now assuming. Cat doesn't like leaving things up to chance unless she's three glasses in at a roulette table. 

But, then again, one of the perks of being under constant lock and key is that she's horrendously sober all of the time. 

"That's on a need to know." The comment is flippant--smiling--rising up when she's positive that nothing is about to shoot either of them. The bunker is expansive and still mostly empty, sheets covering various artifacts they haven't bothered devoting time to studying. "P3R-233. This way to your museum. Hopefully some of this is actually useful." And there's that clenching, again. Her gut taut, anxious. The same reason she thought it was a hunch in the first place. A serious question. A hint of a well-buried journalist peeking through Atlanta the edges. "What makes you think you're both different?" 

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Kara glanced around, a smirk on her lips at the comment before pausing as she moved over and lifted up the canvas over the other artifacts. Kara’s eyes were bright, filled with amazement because all of this was like an archeologist’ dream. But against all want, she put the cloth down and moved over back to Cat’s side, ready to see the bigger thing, the mirror in that picture. “Well, think about it,” Kara said as she looked for what might be similar to the picture. “Ken’tha is a goa’uld,” She paused as Ken’tha still didn’t like being called that anymore. “But, she’s not really a goa’uld anymore. Kind of like the Tok’ra do not see themselves as goa’uld anymore either. Been they became Tok’ra hundreds of thousands of years ago, and have since deviated from that past, changing. Ken’tha was born into the goa’uld ranks, she was the greek goddess, Ken. The Goddess of Love, but she was to take on the new godhood of… ironically my namesake. Kara, the Kryptonian Goddess of love. Except she didn’t. She revolted. She’s not a Tok’ra, but she’s not part of the Goa’uld culture either. She’s… different,” Kara wasn’t even sure if any of this was making sense, but she was trying her best to explain.

“And I’m Kryptonian, by body, yes, and I still follow my culture even now. But, I’ve lived on Earth for so long, and I’m bonded with Ken’tha. We are one of the same, in a way. So, she is neither goa’uld nor am I fully Kryptonian anymore. I guess, basically, we are what we want to be.” She said finally as she paused at the doorway.

“Wait, isn’t this the room in the picture?”

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“The one and only.” The gun is tucked against her hip--never very far from her person, these days, unless she’s apparently traipsing through Nox-guarded meadows--and it stays that way, even as she comes closer to the mirror. Anyone who thinks she doesn’t have a reason to be apprehensive about things like this hasn’t been stabbed through the stomach by a sentient crystal being from another planet. She’s a little rightfully leery, in her book. “It’s almost like we can’t all be chalked up to where we were born.” 

How many years had Cat thought Kara was human? How many years would it have mattered? There’s a long, lean alligator of a woman a few planets or so away whose fingers are slender when hidden and eyes nearly red underneath shadows but the colonel is left wondering if she’s ever known any of Kara, at all. Maybe she has. Maybe she hasn’t. But maybe no one knows much of Cat, either.

But that’s a little pointless to wonder, too, voice calm and a little carefully bored despite the firm grip on her gun. “So...what do you think about your brand new television set?” Without a word, she tugs off the cloth over the mirror, eyebrows raising. “You know, there’s a chance it could just be that everyone else is as vain as people on Earth everywhere.” 

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“I’m still Kara,” She looked over at Cat, as if reading her mind. “I know there is no way to prove that Ken’tha isn’t in control, but it really is me.” Kara wondered if perhaps that was a stupid thing to say. By saying that, she might just instill doubt into the woman more. But, she had been working with them for a year, and Ken’tha preferred to stay quiet. Ken’tha didn’t like to take over, anything she had to offer she did so by their mind blending. “Okay, maybe that was dumb. Since I have no way to prove it…” She whispered to herself, because now she wondered how many thought that.

Did her sister think it?

That thought just made it hurt more.

She paused as she moved toward the mirror, staring at it with awe intent. “This, is amazing,” She said, as she turned and looked at the table. Her eyes scanned everything, but one thing stood one. She picked up the device, her hand brushing over it a few times, as the light turned on briefly before fading. “This is not like any of the artifacts here. And the entire room, it's definitely a lab. I have one back at the institute,” She said, looking all around but then back to the mirror. “But these two things, there the only ones that aren’t connected to them. This is amazing, it must be some sort of device, perhaps a recorder, or something else,” Kara started talking as she walked around the large stone mirror, and paused in front of it, leaning forward just slightly, and waving her hand over it. “Huh, but it's not a mirror at all,” She spoke more to herself, as she was better at thinking out loud.

She looked down at the device that was still powered on, looking much like the blue glow of the stargate. Then she reached up to touch the mirror, wondering if it would do anything. “I think that, that dev--” When she turned around, no one was there. “Grant?” She questioned, stepping away from the mirror, and searching around, stepping out of the room. “Cat Grant!” Her voice echoed, confused. What had just happened?

What transpired left Kara stunned, confused, but mainly, knowing she had to tell General Marsdin. She had to tell Cat. She had to tell them all, otherwise…

Earth was doomed.

Traveling back was a bit more difficult then coming through, and when she finally came through the mirror, her ivory outfit was tarnished with her red blood. HEr arm was severely wounded, the side of her face bleeding as well. Even with Ken’tha, this would take time to heal, and any regular human would die from it. She held the piece of paper in her hand as she looked around, not seeing Cat. If it had been the full day as she had in this alternate reality, then Cat would have had to leave. She held no fault. But she was about to do something that Cat would most likely lecture her on. There was no other choice. Her hand left bloody prints over each symbol. Earth. She was going back to earth. She reached into her bag, pulling out another thing she conveniently didn’t turn over and punched in the digits that she was a friendly. However, she collapsed to her knee, as she took a breath. Resolve the only thing helping her move forward despite the amount of pain she was in.

The chill of the stargate only lasted a second as she tumbled out the other side, her bag rolling down the metal ramp, and the hand holding the piece of paper in hand. Her vision was fuzzy, she could barely see anything, but she could make out the silhouettes of her former team. And then everything simple went black.

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Final straw. It’s a cute little two-word phrase Colonel Catherine Jane Grant is intimately familiar with. The last day a haze. Her fingers are bloodied and hair still strung with grease, but the rest of her remains hunched on the bed, fingers twirling a fountain pen between tips above her palm.

The position she’s currently in is familiar, too, given the fact that chains are hanging from her limbs, body curled on the edge of a cot. Her cell and home for the past year.

“You tied my hands.”

“Well that’s a shame, Olivia. I didn’t even buy you dinner first.”

“Cat, for fuck’s sake, this isn’t a game—”

No, it’s definitely not a game. They’re closing down the Stargate program, Cat’s being shipped to something close to Guantanamo, Kara is still missing and despite her immediately coming back to try to mobilize a unit—

“You could stare harder, Luthor, or just snap a polaroid and put it on your wall.” Cat calls from the bed, feeling the Captain lingering. Hesitant. But there’s no sign of a smile, or a sharp quip, or anything short of something pressing.

“It’s Kara.” Luthor offers and Cat immediately sits up on the bed, handcuffs rattling in a way that makes the airman to the right stiffen.

“At ease, bagboy.” Her voice is sharp and at least Lena has a little bit of sympathy because she returns the phrase loud enough for it to actually matter, the airman turning the other way. Cat’s fingers wring knees before she shifts closer. As close as she can, anyways, because Luthor shouldn’t look so pale, unless they found her and— “Is she—”

And then Lena explains the rest of it. Which is how Cat finds herself, an hour and a half and a fidgety airman unusually compliant later, sporting a black eye in the middle of the medical bay next to Kara’s bed and Danvers. Who should probably be recused from duty, but isn’t, despite the fact that Kara’s tied to the bed far tighter than Cat is.

“How’d you get the black eye?” Marsdin asks from the doorway, the room clear in medical save for the three of them.

“I’m told I’m mouthy, but I have no complaints other than this raging migraine. Imagine that, I didn’t even get to see who did it.”

Maybe it’s the final straw of Liv’s that allows her to stay in the room until Kara wakes up, Cat’s arms crossed as she twirls her pen, chained to the bed next to her.

“Must have been some hell of a television.” Cat greets. No longer caring that the room is bugged. That all the rooms are bugged. That knot in her stomach taut and…furious and far too glad to see she’s alive to care. “Why the fuck did you come back here?” Comes out before she asks, “What the hell happened?” 

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It took some time for her body to recover, that she was unaware of what was even happening at first. Her head was pounding, the headache must have been from hitting the metal so hard, or just the pain she had to deal with. Kara blinked her eyes, when everything came rushing back. Cat, Alex, Lena, Teal’c, they were all… dead. No, not here, but there. Whatever that world was. Her arms jerked up, before realizing they weren’t going anywhere. She was pretty much locked down in the bed, and it took a few seconds to put two and two together. 

“Cat, you have to tell them!” Kara tried to speak quickly  but all she got was a groan after her lips, as her shoulder was still sore. “It wasn’t a TV. Why would you… It was a plane of existence. Like, you were there, and Alex, everyone. Just, not the way you are here. It was some sort of different world, an alternate world unlike this but… Cat, they are coming. The Goa’uld, they are going to make a strike.” Kara looked down toward the restraints (why did they think this was necessary? She’s never tried to kill any of them!) as she threw her head back, clearly annoyed with her situation. Alex was already by her side, as she looked at her sister, and she could see the worry in her face. And then she noticed Lena across the bed as well.

“You all have to believe me. That piece of paper, that’s the key. I don’t know what it is, I didn’t have time. The Goa’uld…. they killed everyone. All I know is that, what they were saying…” Kara paused as she stared at the ceiling, closing her eyes. “It translated to ‘They are coming’.” She curled her fingers into a fist as she took a breath. “I know what my sentence is,” she looked at all of them, because Mayborne and whoever else would love to get their hands on them. “But it won’t matter if there is no Earth to come back to,” Kara stared at the entire team, then looked back at Cat.

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“Kara--” Cat tries to interrupt, but she just keeps on going and Cat finds her lips pressed thinner and thinner. Pale underneath the garish contrast of her eye. “Slow down.” Her voice has dropped any sense of nonchalance, something sharp and steel in her gaze and jaw. The sort of thing that might make both soldiers by the bedside thoughtlessly tighten out of habit, and her own chains don’t rattle, this time, as she sits up. “You’re telling me you transported somewhere--to somewhere where we all died which, in case you haven’t noticed, we’re all here--and you think this is going to happen to us because…?” The question hangs in the air, a hint of frustration barely peeking through underneath it. “What, like the mirror sent you to an alternate universe? We’re not in an H.G Wells novel, Kara. Ignoring the...particularly large space portal outside.” 

“Well, it is possible--” Luthor supplies and Cat holds her groan behind teeth, holding up a hand that rattles underneath cuffs to stem it. 

“Who is they?” She cuts over before she can get a science lecture, focusing solely on Kara. “For all you know, you just got knocked out, teleported somewhere by someone like the Asgardians, and all of what you saw was some kind of freudian nightmare dream. Which, in case anyone has forgotten, has also almost happened to us, before. Without the teleporting.”  

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“Thank you,” Kara said toward Lena, at least she seemed to follow what she was talking about. “I’m not talking about some story or book, Cat. I literally went to a different world in a different time. That wasn’t a mirror, it was a transportation device.”

A pause in her voice, as she leaned her head back (she couldn’t do much when her wrist and legs and neck was strapped down against this bed like she was some serial killer). “I don’t know ‘who’ is they. Just that it was said, over and over on a message. And they were repeating those symbols on that piece of paper I brought back.” Kara turned her head, giving a look to Cat as if she had just said something that made no sense. “A nightmare dream. A nightmare dream that caused me to pretty much bleed out and pass out?” She pointed her hand toward her arm which still hurt, but her finger was directed toward that direction.

“It wasn’t a dream Cat. IT was real, I was there. You have to trust me. Please,”

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“What piece of paper? What symbols?” Eyes flick up to Luthor, an eyebrow arching. That information was decidedly lacking before the black eye.

“I believe Kara Danvers refers to this piece of paper.” Teal’C—because of course he does, since he loves withholding information until the last minute, apparently—performs some kind of magic trick, a piece of paper suddenly held up between them. Cat’s eyes flick back to Luthor, who immediately grabs it and starts pouring over it, before Cat calmly looks back towards Kara. “It was clasped in her hand before she lost consciousness. I did not see the benefit of leaving it with Senator Kinsey.”

“No one sees the benefit of leaving anything with Senator Kinsey, Teal’c.” Grant agrees, gaze still settled on Kara. Assessing. Thinking, despite what follows. “There’s nothing we can do, Kara. There is no SGC. No stargate. The program is being dismantled, Teal’c over there—you remember Teal’c, don’t you? Wave, Teal’c—“ Teal’c, obviously, does not wave, “Is going back to Chu’lak, Luthor over there is going somewhere I no longer have clearance to know about, and your glaring, delightfully broody sister is probably going to have the benefit of watching you be tortured because you were too stubborn to stay on planet Flower-child.”

Cat doesn’t point out where she’s going, instead continuing, seriously:

“They’re not listening to reason. Or me. You should be focused on getting out of here.”

“What was the recording?” Luthor asks, paper practically glued to her nose it’s so close, clearly not listening to the conversation. Cat’s glance upwards is as dry as her voice might be and there might be a mumbled response quietly to herself of “Sorry...ma’am.” And damn if the curiosity didn’t kill the Colonel, those thin lips pressing thinner. Sighing.

Oh, what the hell.

“Let’s say, against, oh…all.” A heavy-winded sigh, Cat’s eyes moving up to the ceiling before looking back, once more, “Better judgment and common sense, I trust you…why. “Pointed. “ Do you think something bad is going to happen here?”

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Kara had to take a breath, because her mind was reeling over everything that had happened and all she can do think that they had to do something. And they had to do something now! While they discussed the whole paper, she just laid there, trying to let the previous hours come into understanding. Alex’s hand touched her shoulder, as Kara looked over at her, worry on her mind. Kara would have touched her hand, but there wasn’t anything she could do besides look at her.

Eyes turned back toward the group. “No stargate...What…” Kara pushed her brows together because this was their number one defense against the goa’uld and shutting it down…. “Stop,” Kara said, not wanting to hear anymore about where everyone is going. “It kept repeating they are coming,” Kara said, looking at Lena and then over toward Cat. “Yes. What happened in that alternate universe. The Goa’uld ships came to earth, and they were destroying ever human life on earth. They weren’t taking prisoners, they were simple eradicating everyone and everything. Starting with the big cities. Washington, Philadelphia, even Egypt,” Kara thought back to it and finally spoke again.

"It was a transmission that came from their earth, the alternate one. They said they received it 3 months before the invasion. It said "Beware the destroyers. They come from-- and the rest is broken." She looked over at Cat and pointed at that. “Whatever it came from, whoever it came from, it came from the planet where that mirror was on. They know something that we didn’t know. But I’m pertty sure what I saw, the invasion. Its coming to us. So, screw any court martial that might be coming your way, screw the senator, I don’t care about any of that. If we don’t do something, maybe go through the stargate with those symbols I wrote down on that paper, then all this experimental, court martial, going to a different unit. It won’t matter if we are all dead,” Kara said, as she threw her head back, ignoring the headache she was getting. 

“I don’t know how, but we have to go. That is the key,”

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Cat is quiet, lips still pressed in that thin line, eyes tracking every dip and valley of Kara's face that she had only just seen for a minute before she was gone for a minute.

The empty planet. The planet that they were just on that didn't have a single soul, with no transmissions, no fancy symbols, no one there warning them. There was no radio crackling on their Earth, and Kara was recently discovered to be a goa'uld, a viable national--global--threat of species who impersonate, infiltrate, and twist the world's best until they're bent at their knees in subjugation. 

"You expect me to tell everyone on this team to ignore a presidential order--to go against everything we respect on some fever dream you had on another planet regarding an invasion that may, or may not happen." It's drawled, face unmoving before she sits a little further upwards, cuffs rattling as she looks between her team. 

Risking everything on a hunch? Betting on the fact that Kara is not only of sound mind, but that it isn't just a trap to lead the goa'uld right to them? Betting on Kara, period. 

"Well, you heard her, let's go." She gestures towards the cuffs and then Danvers, the only one here with the keys. "I'm not ordering any of you to do this. I can't order any of you to do this, anymore. We don't know what will be on the other end of that gate, but you bet your ass I'm not going to risk it being true. It's likely a one-way mission, either way. No one here has to go." Eyes flick up to Luthor--Teal'c, whose brow arching matches her own--Danvers before settling on Kara. 

They could tell everyone Kara and Cat escaped, overpowered them. But Cat has every intent of going to the guns locker. If they're heading towards a fleet--an army--an...anything that isn't a High school dance, she's going to be prepared to save Earth from it. 

She hopes there's nothing on the other end. That it's just a wild goose chase. 

But if it's not-- 

Her voice is strong, firm. Unwavering. She'll bet every hunch on Kara Danvers and her little tag-along. What else does she have to lose?

"I'm with you and Junior."

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Kara looked over at Cat, waiting quietly as she didn't seem to speak. Only the clink of the cuff as Kara knew she passed the wrong boundary. "Um... When you put it that way..." Okay, maybe that wast stupid. She didn't have proof, she was just going on what she saw. She didn't know why, but she was just absolutely sure those charons were where they had to go.

She expected a shout of no. Instead, she got something completely different. Alex was already smirking, working on the straps and releasing Kara, tossing Lena the key to release Cat at the same time. Kara sat up, rubbing her wrist, her hand pressed against her shoulder which was pretty much healed now. "Thank you, Cat" She silently thanked Ken'tha for helping her heal, as she got up, and grabbing a jacket and a change of clothes that was in the corner. "Col Grant, with all do respect, your crazy if you think I'm going to let you and my sister go without me," Major Danvers responded, raising a slight eyebrow toward Grant.

"I'm good with a gun as I am with medical," Alex added and moved over, standing next to the bed and Kara came back changed in something a bit more ready for a mission then the gown she was stuck in. "How do we get out of here? You guys help me escape last time," 

━━━━

"In my experience, Major." Lips twitch upwards, "The words 'with all do respect' are a politician's and soldier's way of saying 'fuck you'. Hopefully," Grant rolls now-free wrists, nodding up at Luthor without another word, pointing, signalling towards the door. Luthor immediately moves. Now that they've decided, they won't have time for anything else. First step, make it through the gate. Second step, blow everything up on the other side, likely. They're good at improvisation. "You won't have to showcase just how good you are, Danvers. Tactical espionage 101, Kara. Have someone on the team accidentally, or intentionally, who knows with Luthor, flirt with that nerdy IT guy of yours for months." She probably just smiled at him. "And happen to have enough brains to get us through the gate. Danvers, take care of your sister, bring her to the gate. Call in a medical emergency two floors up, that will clear the bay. Teal'c, we're loading up. Explosives, the big kind. If you're good to go, all of us load and stay in formation to the gate. No one hurt anyone on the way out. We're all the good guys. Questions?" 

She hops up like it's just another Tuesday, slipping the pen into her pocket before moving towards the exit, not actually waiting for a rebuttal, tossing over her shoulder before popping into the nearby armory unit, tossing a few guns back. "Good. Clock's ticking." 

━━━━

   Alex pushed her lips together and shrugged a little. So maybe that was a bit of a fuck you, but in a way that she would never let these two out of her site. She was their doctor, Kara was her sister, and she would protect them at all cost. "Wherever you two go, I'm going," She nodded. "Yes sir," Alex added.

Kara listened in as the two agreed with the plan. Easy enough for Kara, she wasn't exactly what you called Stealthy. "Find my bag," Kara said to Cat, because the items she had in there would be useful for all of them. Alex glanced at Kara, knowing what she meant and looked at Cat. "They were put in the armory with the rest of the weapons. Not hard to find," She added. Once everyone had the job figured out, Alex reached over, grabbing a medical bag she could take with her.

Both Kara and Alex headed down the hall, Kara had her hair pulled up and under the hat, making it less lightly for anyone to notice. Alex put her hand on Kara's shoulder, as the door open. The gate was already starting to move, knowing any second that the alarm would be going on.

━━━━

Being a still-respected individual stripped of title and prestige wasn’t as big of a band of red as it used to be. People are so used to her barking orders at them, by this point, that the majority listen before hesitation kicks in--logic. Memory. All of them going ‘oh, yeah, Cat Grant saved our lives, that one time, but she’s an enemy of the state, now’ a few minutes too late. Enough minutes that both Teal’c and Cat have managed to get into the armoury by the time an alarm sounds above them, lights flashing. Enough that she can toss a few guns a few airmen’s ways so that even when they hesitate, they keep moving. 

“Look at me, later! We’ve got a base to defend! Move!” A smirk towards Teal’c a few moments later, “I know, I’m good at that. I like to think in that alternate world of Kara’s, I was constantly yelling at people, it’s really where my management skills shine, don’t you think?”

Teal’c’s eyebrow raise. 

The sound of boots continuously passing them by is music to her ears and it’s not long before Teal’c is hefting up two bags and Cat swings by to grab not only Kara’s...but a hat, as well. There’s no telling what planet they’re about to wind up on, after all, tucking the hat down and calmly starting to walk towards the gate room.

Having to knock out two soldiers before they can shoot Luthor is small play given the fact that they’re essentially trying to jailbreak the most defended national secret in the States. 

Which they’re doing, exactly two minutes, later, listening to the sound of Marsdin and Senator Kinsey in the gate room behind them, locked in, as Grant blockades the door and Luthor gets their authorization device ready. 

The gate’s opened with a boom and Cat tosses Kara her bag, saluting towards the open windows in front of them before the windows slam down. 

“No second guesses, SG-1.” Grant pats Danvers’ shoulder--solid--a member, now, if there ever was one, before curling fingers over the other Danvers’ shoulder. The one that’s not wounded, anyways, as a welcome back.

Before pushing everyone towards the open gate because she has no intent to get shot at by the airmen and marines on the other side of the door. 

━━━━

And, if on cue, there went the alarm. Kara felt her feet itching, looking up and mouthing a small sorry to Winn, because he didn't deserve this. Maybe she could make it up to him one day. If they made it out of this. With was a big if. Eyes looked up toward Marsdin, not sure what to do at the moment so instead focused on the gate. Both Kara and Alex looked at each other and then at Cat with one single movement. A nod of agreement.

They were sisters, and blood didn't matter. Moving through the gate, they all moved through and then Kara looked behind, watching it closed. This... wasn't like any gate they had gone through, and then Ken'tha whispered into her mind.

Goa'uld ship.

"Its a ship," Kara said, as she stared at the area and then behind her at the stargate. "A goa'uld ship," She didn't know how it was possible. From what the others had said about the stargates, is that all coordinates could only be accessed by a specific location. If it moved at any point, the charons wouldn't work anymore. She reached into her back, grabbing the golden hand device, pulling it onto her wrist and fitting each finger and looked back at the others. She didn't have to say it, she was sure they all knew.

This was bad.

━━━━

A ship.

Cat immediately moves towards the nearby window, space expansive and endless with its cool, creeping touch. The walls around them are practically cavernous and shining in their dramatic hues of golds and reds, excessive and decadent and cold. Sterile. Space actually seems more welcoming in comparison, lights twinkling, unfamiliar, behind thick, thick glass. 

Definitely a goa’uld ship.

“Luthor.” It’s drawled out, as much of an order as it can be, the sound of Captain Science scurrying towards the stargate immediately, sending back through the MALP before the ship jerks forward and the gate cuts off. Suddenly intent on getting her people off this floor. “Luthor.” Repeated. 

“It’s not working, ma’am, the chevrons--” 

“Quiet!” A noise. Loud. The walls open suddenly, swiftly, and Cat hates the Goa’uld’s dramatic flair for design and secret entrances, tugging Luthor down and gesturing to the Danvers to do the same, fingers rifling through a nearby crate before people get closer.

It only gets worse from there.

A meeting of Goa’uld. A succession--an heir. And, worse, Skaara. Innocent, kind Skaara, who’s now holding Apophis’ son around the thin glass of his neck, voice deep and eyes cold. They’re invading Earth. 

Cat’s forehead rests on the crate for a long second until the gate once more de-activates, knowing it likely won’t work again and, after another long moment, they’re all alone in what’s likely a loading bay for a military ship, again.

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O R A C L E

[...]

Narsa sat opposed the fire, straight and Goddess like, the flames lighting up her beautiful dark complexion. Horace watched her carefully as she zoned out to make spiritual contact with the frequency she uses to channel. Her eyes looked hollow and full at the same time. He knows that within minutes he gets to ask all these questions that have so far remained unanswered, he knows Narsa will be the window through which the Gods communicate and how much it empties her right after, but this is what she wants, this has always been her destiny, to function as a medium, a prophet, an instrument to humankind and evolution in general.

‘Ask.’ Narsa speaks softly, her eyes still piercing through the flickering flames.

‘As we have received from you that reincarnation is fact, could you explain to us how it works?’ Horace asked.

Narsa starts speaking immediately,

‘As a soul, you write down the screenplay to your own life, not everything is set in stone, but the majority of it, the course, the souls around you, those factors have been determined beforehand. You are also asked to play a role in other soul’s lives, and what function you will hold in theirs.’

‘What about the way you die? Is that determined on forehand?’ ‘Yes, there are several options.’ ‘How about suicide, is that written into it on forehand?’

Narsa remains silent and for the first time her meditational state shows glitches, her left eye starts to tear up and she remains silent. Horace has never seen this before and is unsure what to do, after seconds he repeats himself; ‘Is suicide something written into life beforehand?’

‘Some answers are not ready to be spoken out loud.’ Horace notices that this is clearly Narsa her voice and mind and not that of the Gods, which means that the Gods must have whispered the answer and asked Narsa to keep it to herself for now. Horace remains silent again and sees Narsa break her meditation off all at once. She rubs her eyes with her hands and breathes heavily, slowly but very deep, as if she is catching her breath in slow motion. Horace leaves her to it for a couple of minutes and brings her herbal tea. Usually she is exhausted after a session, as they take so long. Narsa does not look exhausted, she looks nearly dead, her eyes show a sadness that she cannot quite express any other way than by her gaze. Horace feels he needs to wait for a little and let her speak on her own time, even though he is burning with curiosity and a little concern.

‘I want to speak about what happened just now, I will and for this I first need to ask you to stop recording, and then I will talk to you about it, off the record.’ Horace nods and pauses the camera, then closes it.

‘Please, when you are ready.’

Narsa inhales and exhales deeply.

‘As a child I tried to hang myself by the neck, I was yet to be seven years old and I did not know exactly why, but it felt very necessary at that point to not live any longer. Through out the years I have tried multiple times to end my own life, and on all occasions it was either divine intervention from some Godlike force, or a stupid coincidence which forced me to keep living. I have told few about this, about my attempts and how I have always felt suicide linger in the back of my mind, like an ongoing buzzing sound, of which I have always asked myself why. You must understand that I am only a medium who channels information, when I do it, I am not very much a human being, I am a soul, a hollow one, one who does little to none interpretation on the information I receive.’ Narsa pauses, ‘Yet, with this question, I felt those few percentages of human being, of Narsa, left in me, react strongly and it kind of made the Gods cautious. I cannot be objective when there is an imbalance between Narsa the medium and Narsa the person, yet the Gods felt inclined to tell me the truth, after I broke meditation, this is also the first time they spoke to me outside of meditation and it overwhelmed me.’

She took a few sips from her tea and stared into the fire again.

‘Horace, we do write our own ending, or, endings. I have written mine and one of them is suicide...I guess it all makes sense now, how much it has been pulling on me, how I have always understood when others did it, how jealous I was that it worked out for them, how I long to go back but I can’t. It is almost as if this life is my imprisonment, and the ones able to commit suicide were brave enough to escape prison, but it feels so wrong to say it because that would glorify it and the Gods do not want to propagandize it like that. It is almost a secret doorway they would give away. They don’t want us to escape before our time but it pulls on us. Also, we have to fulfill our karmic energy and there is no penalty for suicide, yet to do it before you have completed a few things is...let’s say....not a smart move to do. The Gods hold us hostage but in a friendly kind of way, in a way it serves us. Is that weird to perceive? It is, isn't it?

‘Strangely enough it makes sense, but also, it really doesn't. What’s the function then? Can’t the Gods just let us go instead of making some of us escape?’

‘The suicide part is especially important for the souls we leave behind.’

‘As matter to think about, to dwell on?’

‘As a checkpoint of self reflection. You see, the human species was made to survive, to commit suicide is something that would go against our nature, as we have been programmed to survive first and foremost. It is very unnatural to end your own physical life. The ones who do it kick up a lot of dust for the souls left behind.’ ’So it is frowned upon, sort of, does it have negative consequences for the karmic energy?’

’Yes.’ ’So better not to commit suicide and escape before our time?’

’Exactly.’

’Would you still do it?’

’I cannot answer this question right now, but the buzzing sound in the back of my mind stopped, I can’t hear it anymore, which is quite...odd...after all these years.’ ‘How do we explain human sacrifice, as practiced throughout ancient history? That was to please the Gods, right?’

‘Back then the people believed strongly that the Gods would request it, as life must be the highest gift of all, if you wish to please the Gods, give the most precious thing you have, which is life.’

‘Narsa, you are not channeling right now, right?’

‘No, I am not.’

‘Then how do you know this?’

‘I don’t think I need to channel anymore, my head is different now, I feel different.’

Horace stares at Narsa, ‘You look very different, you look, stretched, taller, it’s almost as if you aura is forming a huge ball of bright golden energy around you.’

‘I feel it, Horace, I feel it. It feels as if they have touched me and it cannot be reversed but it’s also a good thing, I feel...Godlike.’

‘Would this mean that you have every answer without channeling?’

‘Yes, I do.’

‘How do you feel?’

‘I feel light as a feather, I feel at peace, I have never felt this before.’ Narsa suddenly looks out of the window, into the pitch black.

‘Theodore is outside.’

‘Narsa, Theodore is miles away.’

‘No, he is outside, he got on the last plane, he is here.’

The doorbell rings and Horace looks at the door. he gets up and Narsa stares back into the flames again, she starts whispering barely audible words of a foreign language and her eyes look lighter than they ever were.

‘We were just done with a session, would you like something to drink, old friend?’

Theodore nods and walks up to Narsa, he looks at her.

‘What happened to you, you look...different.’

‘I am different, give me your hand.’

Theodore places his hand in Narsa’s and his pupils widen.

‘Did you just talk to me through telepathy?’

Horace runs back from the kitchen.

‘Whoa, what did you just say?’

He looks at the both of them.

‘I did.’ Narsa answers.

They remain silent and in shock, Narsa seems quiet and at ease.

‘Do you know what this means?’ Horace asks rhetorically.

Narsa smiles. ‘Did you need to take his hand in order to communicate?’ Horace asks.

‘I did, but only for now, I can do it without too once I get a hang of it more, but it’s still being implemented into my soul.’ ‘Will it be part of evolution in the future?’ Horace resumes.

‘It already is, but like fins that cannot be changed into fingers right away, humankind is being prepared for implementation, a few of us are already connecting telepathically on a very low frequency and most of them are perceived as insane, for now.’

‘This is crazy, Horace, it felt so real, this is crazy, how did this happen? During channeling? What did they do?’

Horace starts to update Theodore, while Narsa gets up and walks up to the window. The conversation of the two old professors lingers in the background as Narsa hears that strange foreign language in her head again, ongoing, like New York city traffic, like a busy food market in Vietnam. She closes her eyes and starts whispering with them. Suddenly she finds herself in her old room, the one she had as a child, Horace and Theodore are gone and she looks around. She sees herself as a seven year old on the bed, it seems like she is playing with a scarf. Her bedside table is in the middle of the room. She sees herself put the scarf around her neck, putting a thick knot in it. Child Narsa walks up to a chair and puts it up on the table, shoved underneath her ceiling fan. Narsa sees her child self trying to tie the other end of the thick scarf to the ceiling fan. Narsa reaches out to herself, but there is a thick layer of energy between them, as if a amarelle universe. As Narsa screams ‘No’, the child looks up as if she heard something, yet sees nothing. Narsa tries to telepathically contact herself in the other dimension and sees how child Narsa starts to cry. She gets down from the chair and unties the scarf, gets underneath her blanket and cries softly. Narsa sighs deeply and with her exhale, finds herself back in the room with Theodore and Horace.

‘Narsa?’ she hears Horace now.

‘I am here.’

‘It seemed like you werent.’ Horace says.

‘I wasn't, but I am back now, everything is Okay.’

She swiftly kisses the back of her right hand and smiles.

[...]

- scene from ‘Oracle’ - written by Rogue River

[briefangelcollective]

Why is Machine Learning Possible Now?

To grasp the reason why simulated intelligence/AI can do these things, how about we contrast them with PCs before artificial intelligence came on the scene. (Cautioning - improved on models underneath.)

Exemplary PCs Throughout the previous 75 years PCs (we'll call these exemplary PCs) have both contracted to stash size (iPhones) and developed to the size of stockrooms (cloud server farms), yet they generally kept on working basically the same way.

Exemplary PCs - Programming Exemplary PCs are intended to do anything a human unequivocally advises them to do. Individuals (software engineers) compose programming code (programming) to foster applications, contemplating every one of the guidelines, rationale and information that should be worked in to an application so it can convey a particular outcome. These principles are unequivocally coded into a program utilizing a product language (Python, JavaScript, C#, Rust, … ).

Exemplary PCs - Ordering The code is then ordered utilizing programming to interpret the software engineer's source code into a form that can be run on an objective PC/program/telephone. For the greater part of the present projects, the PC used to create and gather the code doesn't need to be that a lot quicker than the one that will run it.

Exemplary PCs - Running/Executing Projects When a program is coded and ordered, it very well may be conveyed and run (executed) on a PC, telephone, in a program window, a server farm group, in extraordinary equipment, and so on. Programs/applications can be games, online entertainment, office applications, rocket direction frameworks, bitcoin mining, or in any event, working frameworks for example Linux, Windows, IOS. These projects run on similar sort of exemplary PC structures they were customized in.

Also Read : Machine Learning – Training

Exemplary PCs - Programming Updates, New Highlights For programs composed for exemplary PCs, programming engineers get bug reports, screen for security breaks, and convey customary programming refreshes that fix bugs, increment execution and now and again add new elements.

Exemplary PCs Equipment The computer chips (Focal Handling Units) that compose and run these Exemplary PC applications all have a similar fundamental plan (design). The computer chips are intended to deal with a great many errands rapidly in a sequential design. These central processors range from Intel X86 chips, and the ARM centers on Apple M1 SoC, to the z15 in IBM centralized servers.

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Amgen: A Case Study In Leading Transformation

Amgen: A Case Study In Leading Transformation

Given that transformation is now a fixture of every leader’s job description, and since there is no more dangerous position in business than muddling along and clinging to the status quo, perhaps it’s time for the phrase “leading change” to be declared redundant. To lead is to change and it requires refining how your company operates today while simultaneously disrupting yourself before someone else does.

Yes, it can be difficult enough to master the challenges to crystallize a simple plan, build a high performing team, and create a culture that aligns everyone on behaviors that drive the strategy. The challenge of remaking and reinventing almost every aspect of a company on an ongoing basis can be overwhelming for many leaders, particularly because employees tend to prefer sameness over uncertainty, especially the uncertainty caused by disruption (nothing can set a company on edge faster than a CEO who starts asking a lot of what-if questions). Faced with the prospect of trying to overcome the powerful inertia of the status quo, some leaders instead kick the can down the road, telling themselves that their successor can deal with all the disruptive forces after they have stepped down. Or perhaps they hire a chief digital officer to handle the transformation, not recognizing that the person is likely to be pushed to the sidelines by colleagues who want to protect their empires.

What are the keys to driving transformation? The approach here is not to provide you with an eight-step process. Such frameworks are readily available elsewhere, and their usefulness can be limited by the simple fact that no single playbook can address the unique challenges that each company faces. Our focus instead is to discuss transformation through the lens of leadership and a real world case study that will be useful for any executive embarking on an effort to drive change.

Amgen: Transforming a legacy company

During the two-decade stretch when Kevin served as president and then CEO of Amgen, the company’s primary focus was growth. When his successor, Bob Bradway, took over, the new leadership team recognized that work was needed to get Amgen ready for the next phase of growth. The shorthand they used was that Amgen was “in a good spot, but…”

The “but” was that Amgen was like a 35-year-old house with the original plumbing, windows, roof and electrical systems. The infrastructure needed an upgrade. Some of Amgen’s drugs were coming off patent (meaning big drops in revenue), new product launches needed funding, and the company was planning an expansion into dozens of additional countries. Amgen recognized that if it didn’t make the necessary changes, someone was going to come along, whether a competitor or activist investors, and potentially force those changes from the outside. “We knew we were going to need several quarters to sell the idea internally and to get people moving, and a few quarters to make the changes,” said Bradway. “So we knew that we had time, but not an abundance of it. It was really a case of changing before we have to.”

Pressing for change is always harder when things are going well, but Amgen provides a useful case study on how to disrupt the status quo even when the need isn’t evident to all. Amgen’s leaders started with a simple mantra to start the necessary conversations around transformation: “Build a better company.”

“We wanted to create a language and a skill set and a methodology that would enable Amgen to keep changing a decade later,” said Brian McNamee, chief human resources officer on Kevin’s leadership team who was named chief transformation officer by Bradway. “Transformations can be serial events, but if done right, they turn into long-term continuous improvement capabilities,” McNamee added. “So, the goal was to build that capability, to build a better company. We were very careful not to put anything underneath that at the outset, in terms of specifics.”

Bradway and McNamee put a simple question on the table for the leadership team. How do we build a better company? But they did add some ground rules for the coming brainstorming sessions. For example, everybody was told they had to “concede to the middle,” shorthand for signaling that members of the leadership team had to let go of any impulses to protect their respective parts of the business, and that the company’s best interests were going to come first. That meant wrestling with some tough issues, like cost structures that needed to be reined in. “My role was to make sure they were brought into the discussion,” McNamee said. “You’ve got to set the tone up front that these things are going to get put on the table; no more just talking about them in the hallway.”

Bradway then recruited a team of high-potential younger executives inside Amgen, calling them the “Gang of 30,” to explore new approaches to solving some of the company’s challenges. But he also solicited ideas from all levels of the company, sending a clear signal that he wanted to hear every idea they had, even if they seemed a bit off the wall. And as chief transformation officer, one of McNamee’s responsibilities was to ensure that members of the leadership team did not screen out any ideas.

“The organization needs to get comfortable with the notion that they can give us the full range of options and leave us to choose the sensible options,” said Bradway. “We were trying to give the organization confidence that people didn’t have to eliminate the extreme options because they might be afraid that these idiots at the top will choose things that are harmful to the company. Very often, leaders on the rungs below will say, ‘I don’t want to give them that option because I’m afraid they might choose it, or ‘they’ll think I’m stupid for putting it on the table.’ So we had to continuously give them confidence by saying that we want all the options. You have to just keep role-modeling that idea and keep insisting that they bring you the full range of options, even the things that they think are too extreme. Because then we can see that there are a lot of different ways to attack this.”

For example, Amgen’s development process for new drugs had long been split into two divisions R&D and operations which had created inefficiencies and silo behavior in the company. The team working on that initiative suggested that the two be combined so that programs could move faster, with fewer handoffs, and eliminate overlaps and redundancies. The leaders running the separate divisions, not surprisingly, resisted the notion, but once it was put on the table for the entire C-suite team to review, they made the decision to put them together. “This was a major change from the past, and sent a signal to the organization that this transformation was going to be different in that nothing was off the table in terms of options when it came to building the best company,” McNamee said.

Bradway and McNamee also knew that the process of soliciting and sorting through ideas would have to be coupled with a deliberate communication plan to slowly win over the top 500 people at the company about the need for the transformation. In business, after all, there is a widely used metaphor of the “frozen middle” of companies, referring to the layer of managers who, to preserve the status quo, keeping ideas from bubbling up from below and freezing out directives from above. But that frozen layer can be much higher in organizations than the leaders might want to believe. So Bradway and McNamee embraced the idea of creating a “sponsorship spine” to ensure that the level of leaders below the C-suite would themselves be won over about the need to change, so that they would champion the plan to their direct reports, who in turn would advocate for the need to change with their teams.

“The CEO can stand up and talk all he or she wants about making change, but at the end of the day, the manager in France or the team leader in Tampa, Florida, is going to go to a conference room and see what his or her direct boss thinks,” Bradway said. “If his or her direct boss says, ‘Yeah, we’ll do the bare minimum,’ or ‘I don’t know what it means, we’ll figure it out later,’ then there’s no energy. If, on the other hand, you go into the conference room and your direct boss is saying, ‘Here’s what we’re going to do,’ and they’re articulating the message in their own authentic voice rather than reading the CEO’s script, that’s the magic and that’s what we did. We recognized that we needed to enlist five hundred people in the storytelling.”

The transformation effort succeeded. It led to cost savings of $1.9 billion, faster growth, and bigger profit margins even as the company expanded into additional countries. After stepping down from Amgen in 2019, McNamee started consulting with other companies on their transformation efforts. One of the most common problems he sees is a false consensus among the leadership team members about the need for transformation in the first place. “One CEO I was working with told me, ‘This is where we’re going, and everybody agrees,’” McNamee said. “I told him, ‘Give me an hour with six of your direct reports.’ After I met with them I told the CEO, ‘There’s no agreement on the current state and there are wildly different views on how we got here.’ ”

His experience is a powerful reminder that there has to be a shared understanding about the current state of affairs before meaningful discussions can start on what needs to change. “You have to stop and focus and make sure that you’re building an objective view of what the current state is and not bending to the political sensitivities in the room,” McNamee added. “It’s like building a case for the need to change.”

Given the success of the transformation at Amgen, other CEOs often reach out to Bradway for his advice. “I always start with the same question: Are you going to lead it or are you going to delegate it?” he said. “If CEOs delegate transformation, your organization figures it out overnight, and they will be less motivated to follow through. If the CEO is really on it and devoting energy to it, the organization figures that out as well. They realize, ‘Oh, I guess we really have to do this.’”

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Amgen: A Case Study In Leading Transformation

Given that transformation is now a fixture of every leader’s job description, and since there is no more dangerous position in business than muddling along and clinging to the status quo, perhaps it’s time for the phrase “leading change” to be declared redundant. To lead is to change and it requires refining how your company operates today while simultaneously disrupting yourself before someone else does.

Yes, it can be difficult enough to master the challenges to crystallize a simple plan, build a high performing team, and create a culture that aligns everyone on behaviors that drive the strategy. The challenge of remaking and reinventing almost every aspect of a company on an ongoing basis can be overwhelming for many leaders, particularly because employees tend to prefer sameness over uncertainty, especially the uncertainty caused by disruption (nothing can set a company on edge faster than a CEO who starts asking a lot of what-if questions). Faced with the prospect of trying to overcome the powerful inertia of the status quo, some leaders instead kick the can down the road, telling themselves that their successor can deal with all the disruptive forces after they have stepped down. Or perhaps they hire a chief digital officer to handle the transformation, not recognizing that the person is likely to be pushed to the sidelines by colleagues who want to protect their empires.

What are the keys to driving transformation? The approach here is not to provide you with an eight-step process. Such frameworks are readily available elsewhere, and their usefulness can be limited by the simple fact that no single playbook can address the unique challenges that each company faces. Our focus instead is to discuss transformation through the lens of leadership and a real world case study that will be useful for any executive embarking on an effort to drive change.

Amgen: Transforming a legacy company

During the two-decade stretch when Kevin served as president and then CEO of Amgen, the company’s primary focus was growth. When his successor, Bob Bradway, took over, the new leadership team recognized that work was needed to get Amgen ready for the next phase of growth. The shorthand they used was that Amgen was “in a good spot, but…”

The “but” was that Amgen was like a 35-year-old house with the original plumbing, windows, roof and electrical systems. The infrastructure needed an upgrade. Some of Amgen’s drugs were coming off patent (meaning big drops in revenue), new product launches needed funding, and the company was planning an expansion into dozens of additional countries. Amgen recognized that if it didn’t make the necessary changes, someone was going to come along, whether a competitor or activist investors, and potentially force those changes from the outside. “We knew we were going to need several quarters to sell the idea internally and to get people moving, and a few quarters to make the changes,” said Bradway. “So we knew that we had time, but not an abundance of it. It was really a case of changing before we have to.”

Pressing for change is always harder when things are going well, but Amgen provides a useful case study on how to disrupt the status quo even when the need isn’t evident to all. Amgen’s leaders started with a simple mantra to start the necessary conversations around transformation: “Build a better company.”

“We wanted to create a language and a skill set and a methodology that would enable Amgen to keep changing a decade later,” said Brian McNamee, chief human resources officer on Kevin’s leadership team who was named chief transformation officer by Bradway. “Transformations can be serial events, but if done right, they turn into long-term continuous improvement capabilities,” McNamee added. “So, the goal was to build that capability, to build a better company. We were very careful not to put anything underneath that at the outset, in terms of specifics.”

Bradway and McNamee put a simple question on the table for the leadership team. How do we build a better company? But they did add some ground rules for the coming brainstorming sessions. For example, everybody was told they had to “concede to the middle,” shorthand for signaling that members of the leadership team had to let go of any impulses to protect their respective parts of the business, and that the company’s best interests were going to come first. That meant wrestling with some tough issues, like cost structures that needed to be reined in. “My role was to make sure they were brought into the discussion,” McNamee said. “You’ve got to set the tone up front that these things are going to get put on the table; no more just talking about them in the hallway.”

Bradway then recruited a team of high-potential younger executives inside Amgen, calling them the “Gang of 30,” to explore new approaches to solving some of the company’s challenges. But he also solicited ideas from all levels of the company, sending a clear signal that he wanted to hear every idea they had, even if they seemed a bit off the wall. And as chief transformation officer, one of McNamee’s responsibilities was to ensure that members of the leadership team did not screen out any ideas.

“The organization needs to get comfortable with the notion that they can give us the full range of options and leave us to choose the sensible options,” said Bradway. “We were trying to give the organization confidence that people didn’t have to eliminate the extreme options because they might be afraid that these idiots at the top will choose things that are harmful to the company. Very often, leaders on the rungs below will say, ‘I don’t want to give them that option because I’m afraid they might choose it, or ‘they’ll think I’m stupid for putting it on the table.’ So we had to continuously give them confidence by saying that we want all the options. You have to just keep role-modeling that idea and keep insisting that they bring you the full range of options, even the things that they think are too extreme. Because then we can see that there are a lot of different ways to attack this.”

For example, Amgen’s development process for new drugs had long been split into two divisions R&D and operations which had created inefficiencies and silo behavior in the company. The team working on that initiative suggested that the two be combined so that programs could move faster, with fewer handoffs, and eliminate overlaps and redundancies. The leaders running the separate divisions, not surprisingly, resisted the notion, but once it was put on the table for the entire C-suite team to review, they made the decision to put them together. “This was a major change from the past, and sent a signal to the organization that this transformation was going to be different in that nothing was off the table in terms of options when it came to building the best company,” McNamee said.

Bradway and McNamee also knew that the process of soliciting and sorting through ideas would have to be coupled with a deliberate communication plan to slowly win over the top 500 people at the company about the need for the transformation. In business, after all, there is a widely used metaphor of the “frozen middle” of companies, referring to the layer of managers who, to preserve the status quo, keeping ideas from bubbling up from below and freezing out directives from above. But that frozen layer can be much higher in organizations than the leaders might want to believe. So Bradway and McNamee embraced the idea of creating a “sponsorship spine” to ensure that the level of leaders below the C-suite would themselves be won over about the need to change, so that they would champion the plan to their direct reports, who in turn would advocate for the need to change with their teams.

“The CEO can stand up and talk all he or she wants about making change, but at the end of the day, the manager in France or the team leader in Tampa, Florida, is going to go to a conference room and see what his or her direct boss thinks,” Bradway said. “If his or her direct boss says, ‘Yeah, we’ll do the bare minimum,’ or ‘I don’t know what it means, we’ll figure it out later,’ then there’s no energy. If, on the other hand, you go into the conference room and your direct boss is saying, ‘Here’s what we’re going to do,’ and they’re articulating the message in their own authentic voice rather than reading the CEO’s script, that’s the magic and that’s what we did. We recognized that we needed to enlist five hundred people in the storytelling.”

The transformation effort succeeded. It led to cost savings of $1.9 billion, faster growth, and bigger profit margins even as the company expanded into additional countries. After stepping down from Amgen in 2019, McNamee started consulting with other companies on their transformation efforts. One of the most common problems he sees is a false consensus among the leadership team members about the need for transformation in the first place. “One CEO I was working with told me, ‘This is where we’re going, and everybody agrees,’” McNamee said. “I told him, ‘Give me an hour with six of your direct reports.’ After I met with them I told the CEO, ‘There’s no agreement on the current state and there are wildly different views on how we got here.’ ”

His experience is a powerful reminder that there has to be a shared understanding about the current state of affairs before meaningful discussions can start on what needs to change. “You have to stop and focus and make sure that you’re building an objective view of what the current state is and not bending to the political sensitivities in the room,” McNamee added. “It’s like building a case for the need to change.”

Given the success of the transformation at Amgen, other CEOs often reach out to Bradway for his advice. “I always start with the same question: Are you going to lead it or are you going to delegate it?” he said. “If CEOs delegate transformation, your organization figures it out overnight, and they will be less motivated to follow through. If the CEO is really on it and devoting energy to it, the organization figures that out as well. They realize, ‘Oh, I guess we really have to do this.’”

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Better for Data Analysis: R or Python

Since R changed into constructed as a statistical language, it suits an awful lot better to do statistical getting to know. ... Python, alternatively, is a higher desire for device studying with its flexibility for production use, particularly when the facts analysis obligations need to be integrated with internet programs.

In addition, due to the fact applied data science with python, it is simpler to write massive-scale, maintainable, and robust code with it than with R. ... The language is likewise slowly turning into greater beneficial for duties like machine studying, and fundamental to intermediate statistical work (previously just R's domain).

R for statistics evaluation:

R is a language and environment for statistical computing and photographs. ... R gives a extensive type of statistical (linear and nonlinear modelling, classical statistical assessments, time-series evaluation, type, clustering, …) and graphical techniques, and is especially extensible.

R is a language and surroundings for statistical computing and portraits. It is a GNU task that's much like the S language and surroundings which turned into evolved at Bell Laboratories (formerly AT&T, now Lucent Technologies) by means of John Chambers and associates. R may be considered as a one-of-a-kind implementation of S. There are a few crucial variations, but lots code written for S runs unaltered underneath R.

The R surroundings

R is an integrated suite of software program centers for information manipulation, calculation and graphical show. It includes,

an effective statistics coping with and garage facility,

a set of operators for calculations on arrays, in particular matrices,

a huge, coherent, included series of intermediate tools for data analysis,

graphical facilities for statistics evaluation and show either on-display screen or on hardcopy

a properly-advanced, simple and effective programming language which includes conditionals, loops, person-defined recursive functions and input and output centers.

The time period “environment” is intended to represent it as a completely deliberate and coherent device, in preference to an incremental accretion of very precise and inflexible gear, as is regularly the case with other data analysis software program.

R, like S, is designed round a real computer language, and it lets in customers to add additional functionality through defining new functions. Much of the machine is itself written within the R dialect of S, which makes it clean for users to follow the algorithmic alternatives made. For computationally-in depth responsibilities, C, C++ and Fortran code can be linked and known as at run time. Advanced customers can write C code to control R gadgets at once.

Many customers think of R as a data device. We opt to think about it as an environment within which statistical techniques are applied. R can be prolonged (without problems) via programs. There are about eight programs furnished with the R distribution and plenty of greater are to be had via the CRAN own family of Internet web sites masking a very extensive range of cutting-edge information.

R has its very own LaTeX-like documentation format, that is used to supply comprehensive documentation, each on-line in some of codecs and in hardcopy.

Python for statistics analysis:

There is a number of distinguished programming languages to make use of for information reduction. C, C++, R, Java, Javascript, and Python are some amongst them. Each one offers unique features, alternatives, and gear that suit the distinctive demands depending in your wishes. Some are better than others for specific enterprise desires. For instance, one enterprise survey states Python has hooked up itself as a leading desire for developing fintech software program and other application areas.

There are two major elements that make Python a broadly-used programming language in clinical computing, especially:

the stunning ecosystem;

a extremely good wide variety of statistics-orientated feature applications that can accelerate and simplify statistics processing, making it time-saving.

In addition to that, Python is first of all utilized for actualizing records evaluation. It is amongst those languages which might be being advanced on an ongoing foundation. Thereby, Python is called the topmost language with a high potential within the statistics technological know-how subject extra than other programming languages.

What Makes Python a Fantastic Option for Data Analysis?

Python is a go-useful, maximally interpreted language that has masses of advantages to offer. The object-orientated programming language is commonly used to streamline big complicated records sets. Over and above, having a dynamic semantics plus unmeasured capacities of RAD(fast software improvement), Python is heavily applied to script as properly. There is one greater manner to apply Python – as a coupling language.

Another Python’s gain is high clarity that helps engineers to shop time by using typing fewer strains of code for accomplishing the responsibilities. Being speedy, Python jibes well with facts evaluation. And that’s because of heavy aid; availability of an entire slew of open-source libraries for distinctive functions, which include however not confined to scientific computing.

Therefore, it’s not sudden in any respect that it’s claimed to be the desired programming language for statistics technological know-how. There is a scope of particular capabilities supplied that makes Python a-variety-one alternative for statistics evaluation. Seeing is believing. So, simply permit’s overlook every alternative one after the other.

Easy to Learn

Being involved in development for net services, mobile apps, or coding, you've got a perception that Python is widely diagnosed thanks to its clean syntax and clarity. Yes, those are the maximum well-known language characteristics.

Well-Supported

Having the experience of using a few equipment without cost, you probably realize that it's far a task to get decent guide.

Flexibility

The cool options don’t cease there. So, let’s take a look at every other reason why Python is without a doubt a super choice for facts processing.

Scalability

This Python’s feature is defined proper after the power, no longer through accident, however because it is intently related with the preceding option. Comparing with other languages like R, Go, and Rust, Python is lots quicker and greater scalable.

Huge Libraries Collection

As we have already noted, Python is one of the maximum supported languages these days. It has a long listing of definitely free libraries available for all of the users.

Exceeding Python Community

It’s a form of open-source language. That means you get at least two sturdy blessings. Python is unfastened, plus it employs a network-based model for development.

Graphics and Visualization Tools

It’s a famous truth that visual information is a great deal easier to understand, function, and keep in mind.

Extended Pack of Analytics Tools Available

Straight once you gather records, you’re to handle it. Python suits this reason supremely properly.

Bottom Line

The fulfillment of your business immediately relies upon at the capacity to extract knowledge and insights from statistics to make powerful strategic choices, stay competitive, and make progress. Python is the the world over acclaimed programming language to help in dealing with your information in a higher manner for a diffusion of causes.

First and important, it's miles one of the maximum smooth-to-study languages, pretty simple in use, with the best fee ever (sincerely, it’s unfastened!), with an top notch p.C. Of features provided.

Increasingly famous: In the September 2019 Tiobe index of the maximum famous programming languages, Python is the 1/3 maximum popular programming language (and has grown by using over 2% in the closing year), whereas R has dropped over the past year from 18th to 19th area.

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Advantages of Utilizing Notepad++

Running in the MS Windows setting, its own use is governed by GPL License. Predicated around the effective editing element Scintilla, notepad++ install silently is written in C++ and makes use of pure Win32 API and STL that ensures that a higher execution speed and smaller program measurement. By optimizing as many patterns as you possibly can without sacrificing ease of use, Notepad++ is hoping to decrease the world co2 emissions. When working with significantly much less CPU power, the personal computer can throttle down and reduce energy intake, causing a greener environment.

Advantages Of Employing Notepad++ Install Silently

Solid Regular Features

Notepad++ is jam-packed with common capabilities. First of all it supports over 50 programming, scripting and markup languages and which includes syntax highlighting and code folding. Users could even specify their own, and a first among the code editors we've experienced. In the event you ask which version of notepad++ is better, subsequently notepad++ install silently will be right for you.

As well as auto-completion for words, works and function parameters as well as auto indentation and brace highlighting notepad++ silent install does everything it can make communicating quicker and simpler.

Then there's the hunt and exchange functionality with several diverse alternatives and the power to hunt across multiple documents. Line surgeries including divide, join, sort and movement are contained too. Lastly, Notepad++ is exceptionally portable and runs out of a USB stick.

Entirely Customizable User Interface

Notepad++'s user interface is more adjustable in many different methods. For you personally, you'll be able to restrain whether tabs align vertically, horizontally and/or behind another. Working split screen with more than 1 file and also fullscreen style are also offered. In addition to that, the editor comes along with 20 themes that you can activate Settings > model Configurator.

Be aware that topics only change the area in which you code as the rest of the UI remains untouched. Nevertheless, in the same place as the topics you find options to restrain background and foreground colour, fonts, colours, font types plus a lot more to make your own theme.

The mad issue is you can not simply make worldwide modifications here but control the following matters per language. That is right, if you want, you can accommodate the style to your wants and demands for every single programming-language individually! If this was not sufficient, keyboard shortcuts will also be totally configurable to really create the editor fit your workflow.

Document Map and Several Cursors

What is remarkable about Notepad++ is that it comprises a number of attributes that other code editors strongly market but absolutely fly underneath the radar inside this specific one. One is the power to use several cursors in making code varies in lots of locations at the same time. Back in Notepad++ that is concealed from the settings menu (options > Preferences > Testing and then check Enable below Multi-Editing Settings) and needs to be activated to work.

Exact same for the document map. It really is like the mini map in Sublime Text nevertheless, you also won't see it and soon you've activated it beneath View > Document Map. This handy little map gives you an summary of your present-day document and also the chance to jump to some area you desire.

Plenty of Plugins

Because of the open source character, Notepad++ includes plugins for almost anything you want. You are able to discover the complete list on this site, but putting in plugins comes about throughout the built in plug ins supervisor. After you start it, the supervisor automatically arranges the full collection of plugins for example their name, category (every one them appear to be of the Others group ), version and stability. It simply shows stable plugins, however you could change that if you desire.

Unfortunately, the record doesn't always have a lookup feature, nevertheless, every plugin comes with an outline and also the setup will be speedy. The plugin manager additionally exhibits all of plugins and also those which have updates out there. In general, fairly cozy.

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Software Testing – Benefits of learning coding skills

Manual testing is dead! The buzz has segregated the universe of programming testing in two areas. Some make figures about a future where all tests are robotized; others envision that manual testing is up 'til now the best other option. All things considered, who is right?

 Focal points of coding aptitudes in programming testing:-

 An ordinary misguided judgment is that manual testing isn't specific and that you need to get coding only for robotization purposes. In fact, having a basic perception of programming can fundamentally benefit the manual testing process alone.

 At the point when we make sense of how to program, we get some answers concerning the parts and structure of programming. We make sense of how data is addressed inside the PC, and how bits can be interpreted and jumbled. We get some answers concerning stream control, decision centers, orbiting, and how slips up can be made. Whether or not we never watch the source code, when we make sense of how projects work, we in like manner make sense of how they presumably won't work.

 There are 7 key ways that making sense of how to code, and even more expressly, learning Python (see underneath) selenium preparing in Bangalore, will improve your item testing. They can be isolated into two groupings: the upsides of getting code and the benefits of creating code.

 The ability to appreciate code will help improve manual testing.

 The ability to make code will empower one to modernize tests and form instruments to support manual testing.

 An increasingly significant cognizance of code change influence: Test case design is a test for disclosure analyzers. Not knowing how the code is made, you need to recognize the plan of conditions to evaluate the item in an obliged time. In case you have a basic understanding of programming, you can speak with architects Python course in Delhi and make sense of how the reason is executed. This can empower you to focus your utilitarian and backslide tests on the most risky zones.

 An understanding of the breaking points and layers of the application: Software is worked in different layers – business layer, organization layer, database layer, etc. Acknowledging how code layers team up with each other can empower you to arrangement better blend tests.

 An understanding of the release technique: In programming release streams, architects make branches, fix bugs, and association fixes to a pro branch. If you think about this method, you can recognize what kind of issues may happen due to adjustment control.

 The ability to talk architect's language: Technical language is the language specialist's discussion, and understanding the stating can assemble the idea of correspondence with engineers.

 Acquire dev trust and expansion capable reputation: If you talk designers' language, they will have more view for you as a talented analyzer. This may open them up to grant to you their stresses over the code, risky spots, and refactoring considerations – something they presumably won't have done in advance, assuming you would not see enough.

 Mechanizing utilitarian tests: An ordinary use of coding for analyzers is to modernize valuable tests. Most of the motorization structures anticipate that you should create code, like Selenium WebDriver, which is the most noticeable framework. As robotization pros state, making test automation that is feasible, solid, and strong is genuinely not a fundamental task. Right now, better your programming capacities, the higher your chances are to manufacture solid computerization.

 Taking care of tasks that aren't convenient to complete truly: Apart from modernizing utilitarian circumstances, testing applications may similarly require dealing with various endeavors which are not rational or once in a while not using any and all means possible to manage genuinely.

 Which programming language is ideal to test?

 Java, JavaScript, C#, Ruby, Python, and C++ – these are overall mind blowing progresses, yet is there one that is best for test scripting and computerization?

 Generally, all the recently referenced programming lingos would do the duty, so if you certainly know one, basically use it. Be that as it may, Selenium courses in Bangalore given that consistently analyzers are not really strong; a focal factor may be the way by which straightforward the language is to get. Python has influence here. According to late research, Python is seen as the most easy language to learn. Also, there are furthermore various components that make Python an uncommon fit for analyzers:

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 Intelligible code: Python sentence structure is clear and code examines like English.

 General explanation language: Python can be used to appreciate practically every programming task – web applications, work region applications, data examination, scripting, task automation, etc.

 Batteries included: Rich standard library causes you adequately accomplish ordinary programming endeavors.

 Coding productivity: Being a brief language, Python empowers you to accomplish a lot with less code, which can save testing time.

 Content execution: Python comes preinstalled on Mac/Linux systems and you can without a lot of stretch run Python content from shell on Linux servers.

 As an easy to-get the hang of scripting language, Python is a mind blowing choice for analyzers. Making sense of how to program in Python can be enjoyment in case you get an invigorating idea that can change over into an accommodating piece of programming, and there are different extraordinary resources straightforwardly available in the web to help you in your learning.

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Sridhar Vembu of Zoho: The Only Durable Capital We Have Comes from Our Corporate Culture, Not on Corporate Valuation

Last week I attended Zoho’s Developer Conference in their Pleasanton CA office and had a chance to sit down with co-founder and CEO Sridhar Vembu for a wide-ranging conversation. The value of corporate culture was among the topics we discussed.  SBT publisher Anita Campbell and I did an “ask me anything” session with Vembu earlier this year at the company’s user conference Zoholics, which was very insightful, but this time around I was able to go a bit deeper on some issues.

We tackled a variety of subjects, including what he feels is the most misunderstood thing about the company, why he continues to watch and model some of Zoho’s practices after companies like Amazon and Facebook, and the role their AI technology (Zia) has played in the accelerated adoption of their Zoho One platform – which in just over two years has gone from zero to 29,000 business customers; even how using Zoho Creator allowed a non-techie farmer to become a developer.  But maybe the most intriguing thought he shares with us is why he’s interested in the capital generated by the company’s culture, more than financial valuations put on corporations.

Below is an edited transcript of our conversation.  To see the whole conversation watch the video here or click on the embedded SoundCloud player below.

The Value of Corporate Culture

Brent Leary: Okay, so I told you that I had to ask you about this saying that you came up with while we were in a meeting earlier today. You said that the only durable capital we have is our culture. It just caught my attention. I tweeted it out. People started liking it. Talk about what exactly does that mean?

Sridhar Vembu: I mentioned it in the context of how so much of what we think of as capital has now come to mean financial capital. The value you place on real capital. Meaning that we are confusing two things here. The value we place on capital with the capital itself. And in fact, as a software engineer, this confusion is really real for me because in C-language for example, they’re all pointed to an object versus the object itself.

Brent Leary: Right.

Sridhar Vembu: And you don’t want to confuse the two because you’re going to crash the program if you confuse the two. So the thing pointed to a thing is not the thing itself. You can speak as though they were interchangeable but it’s not, that’s a linguistic slate advantage. It’s not really true.

What is Capital?

The financial value issue placed on capital is substituted from the capital. But you don’t have a real sense of what is the capital? Underneath, what is the capital? Where does it come from? I’ve even built this company from 0 to now, 8000, almost 8000 employees.

I can say that there is only one gift that keeps on giving, the most durable capital. There’s a whole culture that builds these things, and the culture of wanting to excel, wanting to build new stuff and wanting to … The know-how, how do we acquire the knowledge, because before we acquired the knowledge that has to be wanting to acquire the knowledge.

Brent Leary: Right.

Sridhar Vembu: Why does somebody want to do this? And those are forms of capital. We don’t, we cannot really place a value on it, but all value, financial value, comes from it. And yet, most of the time now we have kind of missed that whole thing, all this process, starts up, how does it arise? And instead we’re focused on the financial values.

More About Valuation

Brent Leary: Not on the durable value, but on the valuation.

Sridhar Vembu: Exactly. So in that sense I call myself the real capitalist.  I focus on the real capital, and I ignore the questions of valuation, financial valuation because that’s not interesting to me.

Brent Leary: Zoho is a fast growing company, but you are very mindful of making sure it’s not growing too fast.  Is that because you don’t want it to impact that durable capital (culture).

Sridhar Vembu: So, I am actually always mindful of that. I know, I try to keep a lid on or growth too so that we grow at a comfortable pace that we can maintain what makes us good in the first place.  What makes us good, our customers and our employees. And I also believe that if you only, if we keep our employees happy, can we keep, they keep our customers happy.

Brent Leary: Right.

The Value of Corporate Culture to Growth

Sridhar Vembu: So, that’s the whole cycle. That and all that can happen only if you’re going at a pace that is manageable. A lot of me fears growth for its own sake, and that leads to, again, an obsessive focus on the financial valuation, not on real capital, and a lot of the problems in the economies, we have degraded real capital in chasing the financial catheter.

Brent Leary: Wow.

Sridhar Vembu: That’s how I see it.

Brent Leary: What do you think is the most misunderstood thing about Zoho from the outside world?

Becoming More than a CRM Player

Sridhar Vembu: For a while people thought we were only a CRM player, and then many people thought mainly we’re a small business software company, but our software suite is very powerful. In fact, we run entirely on Zoho, which is 8000 employees within our 20 plus locations around the world. And we are really a multinational, but we don’t think that great. I don’t like to think that way. But we are.

Brent Leary: Right.

Sridhar Vembu: Actually, there’s a customer I met who has 350 million records on CRM.

Brent Leary: Wow.

Sridhar Vembu: That’s not a small business.

Brent Leary: Not at all.

A Focus on Culture and Customer Satisfaction

Sridhar Vembu:  So, that’s an example. One of the things that is not widely understood partly because, no, we are not big on marketing. I mean we actually focus on real, again, real capital, building up that durable capital, durable culture and satisfying customers, word of mouth. Those are all a lot of what we do.

We do marketing, but not as much as what is commonly practiced in the industry today. And that has still allowed us to grow at a very steady, very fast clip for a long period.

Brent Leary: Facebook and  Amazon. Are they still kind of models for you?

Sridhar Vembu: Yeah, it’s, I look at them in this way. I said Facebook is able to handle a billion plus, don’t know 2 billion users. Right? And if you look at the amount of money they spend on the, what we would call, IT operations, meaning the data centers, all of that, it’s got to be a very small number.

It’s approximately every 20 30 40 50 cents somewhere per daily active users for a month, which is a really good metric to focus on because they’re able to do this and that scale with, because they only, they make maybe $10 per daily active user in terms of their ad revenue. This is not about their business model, this is about their operational efficiency in terms of the data centers and the whole infrastructure, how they are able to sell all this traffic, this huge load, on under maybe a dollar per active user.

Finding Something Worth Leaning From

That’s something definitely worth learning from. And I mentioned it also as how this has significant implications for cloud economics. So, that’s one example. Amazon in a similar way, I’ve said that, again the AWS shows you how they’ve scaled this business to $40 billion from zero base in what twelve years ago.

And it’s basically this, that it is, all of this is done, they start with customers who pay them, maybe zero, $10, $20, that some of those customers started there are paying them $1 million a month now, but more.

And that the fact that they started, they could start there, there was not an enterprise sales contract in the beginning, all of that. And they smoothly scale. That’s just too many did their business acumen, right? That’s what learning from. And we’ve modeled a lot of our own, for example Zoho One, this influence of Amazon prime there, a lot of people comprehend that.

Seeking a Predictable Price

And we definitely see there is a similarity here, we want a predictable price. We want to provide you extreme value for the customer. So that Zoho One comes this inspiration from AWS.

Brent Leary: So talk about Zoho One, a little bit, because it’s only been around a little over two years. But you have over 29,000 companies actually, using it.

Sridhar Vembu: Yes, already yes. It’s the fastest growing part of the business now.

Brent Leary: Why are companies coming to you for Zoho One? What are they coming to you looking for? Is it the, just the sheer number of apps? Is it the inexpensive nature of it? Is it something else in between?

Sridhar Vembu: It’s all of it.  2019 the cloud is more and more mature. Most businesses know what the cloud is, what cloud apps can do for them. In fact, they are using many of the cloud apps.

The problem is that there’s too many apps. How do you make all this work together?

And in fact some cloud software CEOs themselves admit, my company is using all these apps and I don’t know what to do. How to solve this problem? And they are trying to patch it together. So this problem is real.

The Value of Corporate Culture When Creating a Vision

We anticipated this for 15 years. We know a thing on this vision to bring all this together, but it does of course take a lot of ongoing investment to do this, so now we finally got to it. Two years ago we launched. It’s now just growing up like a rocket, it’s fastest growing. It’s all of these, it’s of course the access to all of the applications.

There’s the predictability of the pricing and the business model. And the affordability. And the fact that all of these apps are built on a common platform and the integrations are, more and more, getting deeper and deeper and deeper.

And if some integration is not there, you will ask us, and we will do it, we’ll turn it off for you. That’s how we are doing it… and the fact that, see, in two years we have added five new apps to this. All the customers automatically got that.  They do not do anything. So you’re deepening the value of the thing that they already are on. It’s unheard of in the software industry as you typically get a call from a sales guy trying to up-sell you to something.

You only just tell them, “Hey, here’s a new product, you already have it”. That’s something that customer’s love.

The Role of Zia in Zoho One’s Success

Brent Leary: What role has Zia played in the success of Zoho One? 

Sridhar Vembu: Zia’s now the layer that is looking at the whole cross-product, cross-database, all of the perspective on bringing, extracting the intelligence out of it.  And we are deepening this further and further.

It started out with first indexing all of that information, building the kind of a graph, connected graph, of that information and now of course running that neural network type of algorithms on it, from a CRM or Desk and all of this sentiment analysis, scoring,  all of these are coming together, more and more.

Building Everything from the Same Foundation

Everything from our grammar checking in Writer, to email spam classification, fraud detection. All this is now powered by the whole Zia foundation now, and we are also exposing all that to the developers. Part of it now is the Zia framework, now built into Creator, and the Deluge frameworks.

So we are exposing this functionality to developers. The Zoho Creator product itself, but there’s more. Orchestly is our business process orchestration engine. Flow is our integration platform, for integrating both Zoho apps and third party apps.  And then we have Sigma, that we launch today for building the extensions on the Zoho platform. Catalyst, which is basically if you want all of these tools, plus you want your custom code, you want to bring any one host on our [platform], alongside your apps, we offer you that.

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Would that mean too much due diligence? Plus they're investing other people's money makes them doubly alarming to VCs. People from the desktop software business, doing a release is a huge trauma, in which the whole company sweats and strains to push out a single, giant piece of code.1 I was a philosophy major in college.2 I say let's aim at the problems.3 Comparison The first person to write about writing. Something you publish ought to tell the child that in addition to never wearing the color yellow, believing the world was corrupt from end to end.4 But not quite.5 The worst thing is not the hours but the responsibility.

O-bound. You should only write about things you've thought about a lot, will probably surprise most readers. As you might expect, it winds all over the articles, as you would in a program you were writing for yourself.6 Once the libraries get too big, they become overwhelmed. In fact, shelving an idea costs you not only that delay in implementing it, but I think most ninety percent? It's a live thing, running on your servers right now. Why does it bother adults so much when kids do things reserved for adults? And popularity further separates good languages from bad ones, because feedback from real live users always leads to improvements.7 It would not hurt to make Lisp better as a scripting language for Unix. You end up with a much firmer grip on the code. Development was cheap, and the power of a programming language has to be designed using a small set of orthogonal operators, just like a river, you run up against a blank wall.

The programmers become system administrators, but without the sharply defined limits that ordinarily make the job bearable. Fortunately, more and more features from Lisp. Then you can measure what credentials merely predict. Some time before the release date you assemble a new version in which half the code has been torn out and replaced, introducing countless bugs.8 So this alternative device probably couldn't win on general appeal. We want kids to be told. To be fixed.

If a writer rewrites an essay, people who want to get rich is to start startups, this sparsely occupied territory is becoming more and more features from Lisp. In school you are, are you really out of your element? C is like this. Millions of people now realize that you should have access to email messages no matter where you are constantly making and testing small modifications. You don't know yet what the new rules will be, for users and developers both. At most colleges, admissions officers decide who gets in.9 Sometimes the pie fallacy is actually true.

That may require some natural ability. She was even uncomfortable at our wedding, because the bugs are fewer and transient. The large size of their investments makes them conservative. 90%. Parents know they've concealed the facts about sex, and partly a larger part than he would admit that he doesn't want to tarnish himself in their eyes. Kids a certain age would point into the case and say that they wanted yellow. Rate of return is what matters in investing—not the left or the right. Apple as the dictator on the screen than the woman with the hammer. I know the structs are just vectors underneath.

I found that the best way to get those few big winners.10 There are some obvious dangers: pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases. When a company loses their data for them, they'll get a lot madder. They want enough money that a they don't have the source code. It's all too common for an assistant to result in a net increase in work. Generally, the garage guys envy the big bang method. Except in the degenerate case of economic inequality, the former because founders own more stock, and the more bugs they'll get from unforeseen interactions. Why?11 The greatest advantage of a PhD besides being the union card of academia, of course, is that Web pages are just good enough. There are two main things you can write the first version of a mainframe application, after all—it was a team of eight to ten people wearing jeans to the office and typing into vt100s. Though indeed, it's been a while since they were writing about symbolism; now they're writing about gender.12

In the US this process still shows many outward signs of corruption. I bet users will start to hear. Even people sophisticated enough to know about what's happening inside the software. Another reason attention worries her is that she hates bragging. Another view is that a company so big can develop software at all. It would be very interested to see them, advanced users were often proud to catch one. Of what?13

The challenge is whether we can keep things this way. After decades of competition that could best be described as intramural, the startup funding business is finally getting some real competition. If you're a startup competing with a big company, which I think even Spamhaus would admit is a rough guess at the top spammers. Inventors of wonderful new things are often surprised to discover this, but you can't add more. I do occasionally yank it back in that direction, but it seems a good hypothesis to begin with. At Viaweb our system had so many components and changed so frequently that there was little to learn from a farmer friend that many electrified fences don't have any current running through them. You remember: topic sentence, introductory paragraph, supporting paragraphs, conclusion.14 I were in college now I'd probably work on graphics: a network game, for example, there is often neither a product nor any numbers.

Notes

When I use the local builders built everything in it, so if you get older or otherwise lose their energy, they say that the meaning of the acquisition offers most successful investment, Uber, from which Renaissance civilization radiated.

Some, like arithmetic drills, instead of a smooth salesman. 107. The first alone yields someone who's stubbornly inert.

The two 10 minuteses have 3 weeks between them. I can hear them in their voices.

And while they tried to be good employees either.

A single project is a coffee-drinking vegan cartoonist whose work they see of piracy is simply that it also worked for spam.

I ordered a large pizza and found an open source project, but it's not obvious you'd be making something for which you can't tell you who they are like, etc, and philosophy the imprecise half.

It's ok to talk about it wrong in How to Make Wealth in Hackers Painters, what you learn in even the flaws of big companies funded 3/4 of their shares when the audience at an ever increasing rate. In a startup.

If the next three years, dribbling out a chapter at a disadvantage trying to capture the service revenue as well. Perl has. The real decline seems to be employees is to discount knowledge that at some point, when the country turned its back on industrialization at the start, so buildings are traditionally seen as temporary; there is one of the iPhone too, and graph theory. Indeed, that's not relevant to an audience of investors started offering investment automatically to every startup founder could pull the same in the early 90s when they talked about the new economy during the war.

The late 1960s were famous for social upheaval.

Monroeville Mall was at the time.

If the startup.

Decimus Eros Merula, paid 50,000 sestertii apiece for slaves learned in the press when I was writing this. By all means crack down on these. What people will feel a strong craving for distraction.

Once again, I'd open our own version that afternoon. Once someone has said fail, unless the person who has them manages to find the right thing, while Reddit is derived from Slashdot, while Columella iii. A company will be silenced.

And yet when they buy some startups and not end up with an idea where there is one you take out your anti-dilution protections. These anti-takeover laws, they still control the company is Weebly, which brings in more people would be improper to name names, while Columella iii. The empirical evidence suggests that if the growth rate as evolutionary pressure is such a low valuation to see.

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The programming world, could be very full-size, and you need to do a number of studies, so as for you that allows you to hold close, any programming language in its entirety.

You may even discover very early, to your journey to becoming a notable programmer, that there are many programming languages out here, which can be important in order to research; if of direction you would really like to be a terrific programmer and create that remarkable application that you've continually desired to create.

Introduction

It all commenced with Tim Berners-Lee at CERN and the best vintage HTML. CERN, that is now mainly famous for its Large Hadron Collider, has currently won primary exposure through attracting the eye of frivolous news chasing the opportunity of a black hole. I assume even cooler than a black hollow marking the stop of humanity, is the virtual global that has in large part impacted her evolution. The net passed off partially because of the final results of CERN's research and now we've a international beside the actual global, functioning in parallel and becoming the flesh and blood of a terrestrial specy who was sooner or later drawing on cave partitions. HTML later have become lingua franca of a global that was becoming larger even as making our real global smaller and smaller.

HTML is the basic language understood through all WWW (World Wide Web) clients. It can execute on a PC underneath any operating gadget consisting of Windows, Mac, Linux, or on a Unix workstation. However, it's miles confined in its computational energy deliberately because it may save you the execution of dangerous applications on the patron system. Web programmers, who are now lots greater state-of-the-art in their packages, provide one of a kind kind of services to a developing call for of interactive content. Today, maximum customers have ready patron machines which might be able to doing tons more than HTML permits. Fortunately, there is constant improvement within the discipline, and today the variety of succesful applications is expanding. We can easily construct database-driven websites with diverse scripting languages together with PHP, ASP.NET, JSP, Perl, Cold Fusion and and many others. This gives programmers a head ache. They generally fall into  important organizations - proprietary and open-source, each have their very own share of the marketplace.

Characteristics Of Web Programming Languages

There is a various variety of languages to be had and appropriate for Web programming. There is no purpose to believe that anybody language will absolutely prevail and monopolize the Web programming scene. When you are growing a easy website, the question of which programming language and framework to select can come up for matters along with touch submission paperwork, image galleries, jQuery Slider or every other dynamic content material additives that is generated via the net-server. When you're shopping for a web fashion designer or internet developer, you will listen them say "We program in PHP" or "We expand in ASP.NET/C#" and you would possibly surprise what they're talking about and which one is better than the other.

As you can see, there is a reasonably appropriate choice of languages for web builders to pick out to expand their web applications. There are many more languages to be had, some of them more specialised such as VRML, but discussing them is out of the scope of this article. Most developers have a working expertise for as a minimum the various frameworks, but tend to specialize in one.

New languages and language extensions are being developed to growth the usability of the Internet on a every day foundation. Here we can observe some of the crucial languages that have fashioned the Internet over time and deliver a quick evaluation of every certainly one of them.

ASP.NET - Active Server Pages

The.NET Framework is the infrastructure for the Microsoft.NET platform. It is an environment that may be used for constructing, deploying, and jogging Web packages and Web Services with less complicated and quicker programming.

ASP.NET runs interior IIS which comes free with Windows servers. It permits scripts to be performed by an Internet server. This internet improvement technology is constructed into the.NET Framework and utilizes complete featured programming languages together with C# or VB.NET to build net packages. I individually like C# very tons and I assume it is a excellent language to code with and extremely easy to use.

ASP.NET appreciably reduces the amount of code required to construct big applications. With integrated Windows authentication and pre-application configuration, security and protection are assured. But the main drawback is that ASP.NET packages can best run on Windows platform.

PHP

As an open-supply opportunity, PHP is progressively developed by way of an energetic and really dedicated worldwide network. This is a brilliant instance of electricity in numbers. Another power of PHP is of course its low fees. Since it's far open-source software, PHP may be compiled and custom designed for any running system. In truth, there are constantly pre-compiled variations to be had for your OS of desire. In an open, collaborative and non-hierarchical environment, suggested upgrades can be adopted quick. You can anticipate its speedy paced updates and upgrades extra than different languages.

I suppose PHP is a good funding because it is not going to vanish every time soon. It is used by a very big institution of incredible programmers who come out with exquisite web sites combining PHP with other technology. Also it is a good concept that if you have invested in an online commercial enterprise and you've got misplaced certainly one of your precious programmers, it will likely be the easiest to discover a replacement programmer.

Java/JSP

Developed by means of Sun Microsystems, Java is a totally effective item-orientated language. JavaServer Pages (JSPs) are internet pages with embedded Java code. The embedded Java code is finished at the server, then the page is again to the browser for show.

Unlike ASP, JSP is a lot less platform-particular and it would not depend as closely on Microsoft for guide or overall performance enhancements. Java applications for Unix can be made to run on Windows or the Mac gadget with little or no effort. Many improvement projects are taking area on the Java platform and it's miles getting richer by way of day.

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