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«On a été extrêmement prudents dans nos estimations et pourtant, nous arrivons tout de même à ce chiffre : 1 million de Français seront éligibles à une demande d'aide à mourir», alerte Claire Fourcade, médecin en soins palliatifs (SFAP).

Dialysés, « éligibles », malades chroniques, « éligibles »…

Le grand carnage de l’ère macron s’installe, dans un soucis technocratique d’économies, au mépris de l’humain.

Cette société est à vomir.

[ninetynine-centdreams]

Gallery of Haydon

Shanghai, China

Various Associates

photo by SFAP

[limerental]

I'm very normal and am like "aw man I haven't done poems for the last two chapters of sfap. I'm a failure" literally no one asked you to do that

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Android AU, Part Two

So, who in this AU is an android? Oh boy! Let's talk about it!

Some quick worldbuilding first: I already said that the androids chose their own names and that the teams don't know about this. So, what does the world know them by? This has changed over time. Originally, it was generally by the name of the model - so a Red Bull android, say, the seventh, would be RBAP-7 (Red Bull Android Program Seven). Ferrari have the SFAP line, Mercedes the M-P-AMG? AMG-M-P? But humans are incapable of not naming things, so that got thrown out the window. Now, it's common for an android to have a sort of logo animal (coughhoneybadgercough).

Now, let's get into the meat of this post.

Daniel Ricciardo: Android known as the Honey Badger. Brought in by Red Bull.

Max Verstappen: Human. Second person Daniel trusted with his name. These two get along insanely well, and even though androids don't usually do a lot of marketing work, people clock this.

Seb Vettel: Human. The first person Daniel trusted with his name, after Seb figured out that he was sentient. By 2022 has gotten to know most of the androids on the grid through patience and some trial and error. (It doesn't always go over well when you blindside your teammate with 'sentient?, 'course you are, how's your day going?')

Carlos Sainz: Android from the Red Bull program. Known as Meerkat. (Chose this one because he's said a couple times that it's his favorite animal. Also big eyes go stareeeee.)

Charles Leclerc: Android from the Ferrari program that debuted with Sauber. Known as Mouse. He does tell Seb his name while they are teammates, though it takes him a good long while.

Quick sidenote here: I've gone the combo route with the androids. They do have hardware (Ultralight skeletons and insanely fast processing most notably), but wetware is a big component, because it's lighter. So their musculature and external appearance is quite within the norm. Long way to say, C2 are still the 'This is Charles. Charles loves his personal space. This is Carlos. Carlos also loves Charles's personal space' meme, Mediterranean limpets that they are.

Lando Norris: Human. Knows about Carlos's sentience, and by extension has put together that the androids on track are hiding this from most everyone involved in the travelling circus. Puts his foot in his mouth with this a bit, early on with Daniel, who was not expecting Lando to cotton on to this.

As a matter of fact, the 2019 season was notable for all three rookies being human. This doesn't stop rumors from cropping up the way they tend to about 'x driver is secretly an android', usually targeted at George.

Fernando Alonso: Android. Goes by his name. The old man war criminal we all love. Delights in baffling people, and it's extremely common for f1 newbies to just assume he's just a Dude. (That doesn't sound like it might come up when people start discussing android sentience openly, not at all...)

Other human drivers: Lance Stroll, Esteban Ocon, Kimi Raikonnen, Oscar Piastri, Valterri Bottas, Lewis Hamilton, Nico Rosberg, Alex Albon.

Other android drivers: Yuki Tsunoda, Pierre Gasly, Logan Sargeant (Not relevant to the story at all, I think), Nicholas Latifi.

A note on team principals: Christian Horner Knows. Never says anything, but he Knows. Toto Wolff would know, but none of the Mercedes drivers are androids. Mattia Binotto does not know, and it's probably a good thing he doesn't.

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Memory Archivist Library (concept)

Tianjin Zhongshuge, Tianjin, China,

Courtesy: Li Xiang

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Searching for a People (Chapter 2: Hydra’s Fury)

Summary: The Winter Soldier is not the only asset that Hydra created nor is he the only one they’ve lost. When a highly powered individual breaks free from her shackles, redemption seems impossible. However, maybe she can find peace, perhaps even a home, with some dysfunctional superheroes with a flair for the dramatics.

Tags: some drama, mainly fluff, recovery

Notes: This will mainly be a fun series despite these first few bits.

Word Count: 1,178

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Before my handler can react, before these heroes can flinch, and before I can backdown, I am sprinting across the room. I charge him with my whole body weight, throwing him into the wall behind. His skull cracks against the concrete but he remains standing as my hand splays across his face, leaving only his eyes visible; they are wide with fear, his pupils nearly swallowing the irises.

My voice grates with neglect but the word is warmly welcome on my tongue, “Beg.”

He doesn’t speak but his breathing is picking up with every rapid heartbeat and his sweat is pooling around my hand.

I push harder, “Beg for your life.”

One of the men behind me, Iron Man I think, begins to speak, “Don’t d-“

“No man will ever govern me again. This is my choice, and only mine,” my tone is steel-sharp and he falls silent.

“I am your handler,” He is shaking violently beneath my hand.

My tone is mocking, almost jovial, “So no prayers? No last words? No final pleas for mercy?”

There is no strength left to him and his words are desperate, “You will face the full fury of Hydra for this.”

I stare down the man who has caused so much misery in the world, not just mine. For a second, I think about relenting and letting him go. The thought of him crawling back to Hydra on his knees to face a slow death is tempting… But no. His death is mine.

“I am Hydra’s fury.”

Like a switch, I unleash the power itching through my arms. At first, the physical changes are indiscernible besides the agony spreading across his face. Slowly but surely, blooms of frost grow across his skin and the twitching of his limbs become jerkier as his joints freeze. Within the minute, his body has frozen over and the corpse is permanently carved into a statue of horror. I let go and step back, letting it fall past me onto the rock-hard floor. A loud echo of ice cracking resonates around the room but I don’t spare it another glance. By the time anyone can recover the remains, there will be no resurrection.

I turn to face the living left in the room. I expect revulsion, fear, and more to be caking their features but surprise and apprehension are all I find. I take a step forward and instantly Iron Man’s blaster are primed and aimed.

“Look everybody, let’s just take a moment to calm down here.”

“I have made myself clear. Move or be moved.”

“Sorry sweetheart, we can’t just let you go. Especially not after all that.”

Anger surges in my stomach. I will not swap one cage for another.

I turn to the still silent Captain America, “You said you could help me! I would not have spared you if I had known the price would be another leash.”

Slowly, he places his shield on the ground and gestures for his teammate to backdown. For a second, Iron Man remains in a shooting stance and I brace for a fight. However, the moment passes and he lowers his arms, shaking his head.

“So you can manipulate ice, water, right? That’s your power?” The Captain is keeping his distance but his tone is friendly, calm.

I hesitate but nod my head anyway. There is little point lying now.

“That makes you very powerful. That also means that people will see you as dangerous. If you go out into the world with abilities like your’s, a lot of people will come looking for you.”

I laugh and it comes out bitter and harsh like a snarl, “You misunderstand me. I will be free or I won’t be at all. I refuse to be someone’s weapon again. If I am chased, then I will disappear where no one can ever find me.”

There is a flickering of understanding or pity across his face before he speaks again, “Do those have to be the only options? Temporary freedom or nothing at all? What if we could offer something better?”

I stare at him in disbelief, “I’m an assassin who just froze a man’s blood in his veins and threatened to do the same to you. Why would you give me something better? Why should I believe that you would?”

“Let’s just say that you remind me of someone I knew. I hope that if someone else stumbles across him that he would be given a second chance too. Because despite the fact that he’s an assassin like you, I don’t really think it’s his fault.” He takes a deep breath to fight back whatever is rising within him. “When someone fires a gun, you don’t blame the bullet, you blame the person behind the trigger. And something gives me the feeling that you’re the bullet, not the shooter.”

The Captain meets my eyes and once again, some deep-seated feeling of faint familiarity washes over me. His words are gentle and something in me desperate wants to just join him. I have been fighting for so long and I am so tired.

“Steve, what are you doing?! She’s not Bucky, we can’t trust her!” Iron Man’s words cuts through my hopeful reverie.

I shift my weight between my feet, the ache of anxiety building in my chest. This will not end well.

“It seems we’ve reached an impasse because I don’t trust you either.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” My head snaps back to Captain America. “I don’t know why but I think you know me, at least a little bit. Something stopped you from killing me.”

I hesitate before answering, “I don’t enjoy killing. I spared you because I have a chance to escape so I didn’t need to obey.”

He steps forward, slightly eager, “Yes, you showed me mercy, but it’s more than that. I saw your face when we entered the room. You know me.”

“So what if I know you?!?” it bursts out, half-irritated half-unsure, “How can I trust you?!?”

The Captain’s smile is careful but sure, “I’m sorry but I don’t know what I can do to make you trust us. All I can hope is that being the enemy of Hydra is enough but I swear on my life that you can trust us. You’re going to have to take a leap of faith.”

Iron Man is clearly agitated and his face does not suggest he shares the other man’s sentiment. However, he says nothing to contradict him.

“Do I really have another option besides being on the run for killing two heroes in my escape?”

This time it is Iron Man that replies, “How about being dead before you cross the room?”

Let yourself believe that you could kill me. Let yourself believe that I’ve been cowed. One day, I will be free. If this is the temporary price I pay, so be it.

I take a deep breath, knowing this path will change me, no matter where it ends.

“So… where do I sign up?”

[zaraki-oriented]

I dunno. I felt like crying today.

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projects...ooo...

soooo, dont tell anyone i told you but. Me and dipper are working on something. the truth telling teeth came out of the bottomless pit so...

thought i'd try something.

dipper's been doing some weird sciencey stuff and i've been melting things and adding glitter. we have the first prototype of Dip n' Mabe's (thats what we called our team (my idea >:3) Truth Telling Serum! if you would like to try it...let me know! we're testing it as we speak and would LOVE lab rats.

[limerental]

I think I've wrangled sfap into a story I can finish in just three more chapters if I'm lucky and then I'm free (I say extremely likely to stumble into another tedious longer fic)

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OWWA –CAR releases P1.94M aid to stranded OFWs due to COVID

#PHinfo: OWWA –CAR releases P1.94M aid to stranded OFWs due to COVID

OWWA Programs and Services Division OIC Windelin Maequez awards  the P10,000 Special Financial Assistance to an OFW affected by the travel ban due to the Novel Coronavirus Disease. (CCD/PIA CAR)

BAGUIO CITY, Feb. 13 (PIA) - - The Overseas Workers Welfare Administration (OWWA) in the Cordillera Region   has provided  at least  P1.94 million financial assistance to stranded Overseas Filipino Workers or those who have failed to return back to their employers China, Macau and Hongkong  because  of  the  temporary travel ban  due to the 2019 novel coronavirus diseases (COVID - 19).

 OWWA – CAR Programs and Services Division OIC Windelin Marquez said as of February 12, their office has received 399 applications for the Special Financial Assistance Program (SFAP) that provides P10, 000 each to qualified OFWs. Of these, 194 have already received the assistance.

 Marquez said they are still accepting applications for the SFAP which is open to    stranded OFWs with booking flights to China, Macau and Hongkong within the period February 2 to 16.  

He advises other stranded OFWs to go the nearest OWWA Regional Office or Department of Labor and Employment Provincial Office for validation.

Requirements for the SFAP are Overseas Employment Certificate;  valid passport; Hongkong or Macau or China residence/work permit ID cards and copy of airline ticket,  and employment contract processed by Philippine Overseas Employment Administration  if new hire.

For OFW returnees who were displaced from work (terminated or with finished contract) and chooses not to return to work abroad, especially those who came from the COVID – 19 affected countries, they can consult OWWA for the “Balik – Pinas, Balik Hanapbuhay” program, which offers livelihood assistance of P5, 000, P10, 000 or P20, 000 depending on the status of OWWA membership of the OFWs.

 For active OWWA members, there are also other programs that they can avail such as scholarship for their dependents and IT Training, Marquez added.

Meanwhile, OWWA - CAR has partnered with the Baguio City Health Services Office for awareness campaign on the novel coronavirus disease especially that they are providing frontline service.  Dr. Donnabel Tubera served as resource person in a COVID briefing for OWWA CAR staff last Wednesday. (JDP/CCD-PIA CAR)

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References:

* Philippine Information Agency. "OWWA –CAR releases P1.94M aid to stranded OFWs due to COVID." Philippine Information Agency. https://pia.gov.ph/news/articles/1034541 (accessed February 13, 2020 at 07:07PM UTC+08).

* Philippine Infornation Agency. "OWWA –CAR releases P1.94M aid to stranded OFWs due to COVID." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://pia.gov.ph/news/articles/1034541 (archived).

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Searching for a People (Chapter 1: Asset 26743)

Takes place between The Winter Soldier and Age of Ultron

Summary: The Winter Soldier is not the only asset that Hydra created nor is he the only one they’ve lost. When a highly powered individual breaks free from her shackles, redemption seems impossible. However, maybe she can find peace, perhaps even a home, with some dysfunctional superheroes with a flair for the dramatics.

Tags: some drama, mainly fluff, recovery

Notes: This will mainly be a fun series despite these first few bits.

Word Count: 1,622

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The first sensation that pushes at the edge of my unconsciousness is the feeling of melting ice dripping down my neck. An instinctual and overwhelming wave of fear rises through my chest, although I’m not yet awake enough to consider why. The terror pulses through my lungs and feeds adrenaline into my heart, speeding my awakening.  This dread paired with the lights flashing across my vision is enough to finally wake me, and my limited memory of what life has become explodes into life.

“Asset 26743.”

Reflex rather thought drives my limbs into action and my vision intersperses itself with black as I stand. My right arm snaps to attention before my sight has even cleared.

“Mission imminent.”

The voice is familiar, cold and void of life, and by the scraps of a soul I still possess, I hate him. This man is the face I see when I am both frozen and thawed, when sent to kill and return. All I want in this world is to personally freeze the blood in his veins and watch life flood out of his eyes but… I never will. He’s my handler. There is no world but this one, and it is a world where even death is not an escape.

“Imminent, soldat!”

The lancing, arcing electricity of the cattle rod throws me to the floor but I’m on my feet before the weapon is even re-sheathed. I begin to suit up as my handler begins a muted Russian conversation with a faceless man on the screen before him.

“Will the asset be enough to hold them off?” The masked man’s words are measured and controlled, though frustration trembles beneath them.

My handler responds with a barking, sharp laugh, “Of course she will.”

I stand to attention as my handler stops in front of me and grips me by the chin, sending revulsion down my throat. There is a smile on his face that overflows macabre excitement and his words are tinged with gruesome pride.

“Not even the Avengers, curse them, can defeat my Wraith.”

———

The facility is in complete lockdown, every active asset is in the field, and still they’re quickly losing control. The facility has been attacked only five times in my time here but never breached before today; whoever these Avengers are, they’re good.

Every call of the harsh, repetitive alarm is music to my ears. Every explosion and burst of gunfire is another crack in this facility’s foundations and I am praying I will live to see the moment it collapses. Either way, some nameless feeling that surges through my stomach is telling me that this is the end. Of what exactly, I’m not sure.

“Threat approaching, soldat.”

My mind snaps to the present and I take a fighting stance beside my handler. An uneasy moment passes before the door is blown off its hinges and the room fills with smoke. The room is intentionally humid at my handler’s doing, and there’s enough water in the air for me to make quick work of neutralising the vapour. By the time the space is clear enough to see, two figures have entered the room.

One is completely covered in red and gold armour with blue slits for eyes. His voice is cocky and calm despite the havoc that surrounds him, “Don’t worry everybody, we’ve found our bad guy. You worry about clean up and we’ll deal with Agent Smith and- I don’t know who this is? Your sidekick? Hi sweetheart.”

“Mr Stark, what a pleasure to finally meet. Please gentlemen, remove your masks; let us talk face to face like men.”

Unable to resist the obvious bait, the armoured man’s helmet peels back. I regard him with derision. One jab at your manhood and you pull down your defences, saving me the trouble. I turn my focus to the armoured man’s companion. His suit is tri-coloured like a costume and his face is mostly covered by a mask and yet… There is something hazily and distantly familiar about him like a memory of a photograph. His eyes scan the room, studying every detail before landing on me. He moves to pull his helmet back (idiot) and for a second, a moment of something related to hope grows in my chest and then subsequently dies; his face, although handsome, is equally unfamiliar. I meet his gaze, trying to piece the echo together before it dissolves. My handler steals my focus and the memory evaporates.

“How fitting, the great Iron Man and Captain America-“ The name is familiar also: who is this man?!- “taken down singlehandedly by my Wraith.”

“Wraith? That’s fun. What’s she do, haunt us?” The gaze of the armoured man, assumably Iron Man, flicks to me before returning to my handler.

Do no underestimate me.

“Laugh if you like, Mr Stark, but the Wraith is a miracle of science and faith. She is a weapon forged by the glory of Hydra’s past but the key to building its future. Capable of breaking your strongest man with a touch, she is the reckoning of all Hydra’s enemies and any who block her path.”

Distracted by my handler’s ostentatious speech, the two men fail to notice the hand gesture he signs to me.

Prime.

A very small but surprisingly persistent feeling of wrong creeps into my mouth as I think of attacking this Captain America despite the fact that he is the easier target. The question of Who is he?!? continues to flash behind my eyes with every heartbeat.

“And you two are in the way.” Another flash of hands.

Engage.

I am across the room with my hand wrapped around Captain America’s neck before anyone can move. The room freezes as both Captain America and Iron Man realise the true threat at hand. My eyes are locked on my handler, waiting for a command, but the warmth of the skin beneath my hand stays at the forefront of my mind. The words of wrong, wrong, wrong have escalated to a roar. I feel dizzy. A kill hasn’t felt like this since… The thought drifts away before I can catch but the sentiment lingers nonetheless.

“I would consider your next movements very carefully, gentlemen, as the Captain will be dead before you could even beg for mercy.”

I realise with a painful start that I don’t want to kill this man.

“How pleasantly humbling it is to see Earth’s mightiest heroes cowed before a single woman.”

Heroes. The word strikes an unwelcome cord in my chest. Something from before I became this, something that I haven’t allowed a voice in so long fights its way to the surface. Heroes are the good guys. You can’t kill heroes, you’re supposed to save them. They’re supposed to save you.

I risk a glance at the man whose life I carry in my hands and once again I am swallowed by the feeling of wrongness as our eyes meet. His face is calm with only twitches of fear showing in the clench of his jam. His gaze carries no anger or loathing, only composure and something that looks like pity. It feels like I’m looking into a mirror. I return my eyes to my handler before my own calm cracks.

“No last words, Captain? Mr Stark, no final pleas for mercy?” My handler is mocking them, hungry for their supplications.

Each man stands firm, but the Iron Man’s body is fraught with tension; his hands shake, either from anger or restraining himself.

“We can help you,” The soft whisper comes right beside my right ear, “You can leave here.”

Is my turmoil so obvious? I give him no response, too afraid that my handler has heard his soft words.

Mayb-

No, they’re the enemy. Why would they help me?

They’re heroes.

So what, I am one of the bad guys. Heroes put bad guys in the ground.

I wasn’t always a bad guy.

I’m sure as hell one now.

But I don’t want to be.

The arguments sling back and forth in my head as Captain America speaks again, “You don’t have to be what they’ve made you. You’re more than a weapon.”

This time we’re caught.

“Enough with your lies, Captain! Soldat, neutralise.”

I turn to face the Captain as my hand tightens around his throat. The monster that has been honed by my handler and all his minions screams kill, and my power itches under my skin out of reflex. But, the little voice that speaks of heroes and my past builds into a steady roar underneath it, a repeating record of you’re more than a weapon.

Am I? No

Could I be?

Maybe.

“Soldat, neutralise!!!” A tremor of fear escapes from under my handler’s words and I realise that for once, I actually have a choice.

The facility is in ruins and there are no soldiers left here. If I kill him, there is no one to stop me. If I run away and throw myself into the sea, there is no one to drag me back here for resurrection.

If I follow these men, there is a chance of redemption.

I stomp out that hope out before it can grow.

Either way, for the first time that I can remember, my actions are my own.

My gaze turns slowly towards my handler. I can feel everything; the sweat running down his forehead, the moist air churning in his lungs, and the watery blood pumping through his veins.

He’s afraid.

Good.

“Wraith…Finish the mission.” His voice is low and measured, like trying to calm a rabid dog.

You wanted a feral animal. Here I am.

My voice is raspy from disuse but the word carries across the room nonetheless.

“No.”

———

So… this is hopefully going to be like a full series??? It’s just going to be something fun, with some drama but mainly fluff I reckon, cos that’s what I’m feeling.

If you want a cute scene at some point, hmu! All those cute headcanons that float around tumblr, heck yeah! Want Natasha to plait Cap’s hair because it’s been a long week, why not! Think Scott or Peter should pop up early, c’mon in guys!

There’s too much serious stuff going with the MCU and everything atm, I just need some chill stuff.

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