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tea-at-221 · 4 years

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So, let's delve a bit into the Spanish dub of Supernatural.

I'm going to go through a lot of terms here, and a lot of basics, in order to increase people's level of understanding as to how the dub may possibly have come about the way it did.

This post will provide information and, I hope, allow some members of the fandom to move forward with their own theories with more reassurance. Information is power. I will define and clarify industry terms to the best of my novice ability to make it easier for others who wish to do their own research.

This post was inspired by the fact that I've been part of multiple fandoms in which queerbaiting has played an enormous part: I am tired of seeing fandom friends left devastated and without answers, no emotional resolution in sight. So this post is, in spirit if not content, largely dedicated to my fellow Johnlockers and Queliot shippers. And most of all, for Quentin Coldwater, who deserved not just better but the very best.

Disclaimer: This is my own research and there is a bit of speculation involved; I can't guarantee 100% that I will get everything right (I hit some very frustrating walls looking up what should be easy-to-find facts), but I did a *lot* of work for this. Other people will doubtless be able to clarify points/give better specifics/correct what I've gotten wrong. I am not promising a concrete answer to “SPN gate” here, as without more information than we currently have that is impossible to declare with certainty.

More under the cut.

All that having been said, onwards (see end for sources):

First, who airs the Spanish dub of Supernatural?

Answer: the Warner Channel.

Why? It goes back to who owns The CW.

From Wikipedia (2): "The CW Network, LLC, a limited liability joint venture between the CBS Entertainment Group unit of ViacomCBS; and the Studios and Networks division of AT&T's WarnerMedia, the parent company of Warner Bros., former majority owner of The WB. The network's name is an abbreviation derived from the first letters of the names of its two parent corporations (CBS and Warner Media)."

Warner Bros apparently is the side that handles the delegation of dubbing to outside studios. So, who does Warner use for their dubbing? Perhaps multiple studios, but the two I found in the course of my research were SPGStudios(5) (who specifically handle localization for Latin American Spanish productions) and Iyuno Media Group (formerly BTI Studios)(3).

What is localization?

Simply put, it refers to the translation of the home language of the show in question to the language of the new market it's entering. So, Supernatural 15x18 is translated from its native English to Spanish for Latin American viewers.

And what exactly *is* dubbing (actually called revoicing within the industry; dubbing is a widely-recognized term, however, and it's pretty well understood what is meant by it)?

Here is the Merriam-Webster definition:

"1 : to add (sound effects or new dialogue) to a film or to a radio or television production —usually used with "in"

They dubbed in the music.

2 : to provide (a motion-picture film) with a new soundtrack and especially dialogue in a different language

The film was dubbed in French and Spanish.

3 : to make a new recording of (sound or videotape already recorded) also : to mix (recorded sound or videotape from different sources) into a single recording"

There is a slang term, "dubby," which refers to any overdub that is comically jarring and obviously a dub. The history of dubbing has been such that this has become a way to think of and recognize it: by how awful and ineffective it used to be when it came to foreign films sloppily overlaid with English dubbing.

However, we are in the midst of an age of networks and companies scrambling to play catch-up, eager to use modern technology to create more effective, convincing dubs. In short, they see the moneymaking potential of presenting finished works that viewers may not even realize *are* dubbed without careful inspection. It's true that a good dub is about 10x more costly than subtitling, but it's hard to satisfy the viewer's desire for escapism if they can't suspend disbelief because they're busy reading.

The truth of that is reflected in internal statistics Netflix (for instance, but not just them) parses to gauge viewer interaction and retention with their various shows: when comparing subtitled vs. dubbed shows, it's easy to see which is the winner.(1)

So to be sure there is no nefarious intent here, we would need to be able to identify the following:

A.) What exactly was the process for this dub?

B.) Who decides what changes to make during a dubbing process?

C.) Who approves those changes?

*Can* there be such a thing as a "rogue translator," as Misha Collins put it? (I am going to clarify here that I think Misha is an upstanding person who believed the best of the show he was involved in and all the people who made it, so his assumption of a rogue translator makes sense in the context of that emotion-based reasoning).

I'm not sure which studio did the dub for the Latin American Spanish version of Supernatural; if I had access to that episode perhaps it's mentioned in the credits. You'd think that would be simple enough to figure out anyway, but I was unable. So maybe someone can take a look and let me know. But, as an example, here is how SPGStudios outlines their localization (dubbing) process:

1.) They make a digital or analog transcription of a show/movie.

2.) The translation, or localization, is done by their staff (in any of 40 available languages their staff can speak). When translating, they translate for meaning and then adapt for time, tempo, and style. They say that "extensive experience is required to capture the essence of the language dialog while accounting for variances in speaking time between the source and destination languages." i.e., wording/word choice will be kept as true as possible to the original intention of the native language, but at the same time the translation will need to use its chosen wording in a way that fits what is being shown on-screen. To produce a convincing/pleasing dub, they won't replace a word like "looked" with a longer phrase like "scanned the horizon" because it's not going to match what's onscreen. That would be venturing into "dubby" territory.

3.) They perform the ADR process: the voice actors (in this case it would normally be Guillermo Rojas performing for Dean Winchester, though it appears things may have been different in 15x18, possibly due to covid) record the new dialogue to replace the original actor's performance.

4.) The newly recorded dialogue goes to the sound editorial department "to ensure that lip-synch is optimized and technical aspects of the vocal performance match the original."

5.) All of the new audio--including dialogue, music, and sound effects--is mixed together to emulate the quality of the original production as closely as possible despite the changes in rhythm that resulted from the dialog having been translated.

6.) Designers, animators, and VFX editors assist with the localization or enhancement of graphics, if needed.

7.) Localized Master: SPG has a 'traffic team' who 'ensures that all client delivery and storage specifications are met, including file formatting, labeling, and uploading." So in other words, the files are heavily encrypted (or that's how I read this).

Presumably, after all steps are performed, SPGStudios transfers the show back to Warner, who then distributes it. The other studio, Iyuno, makes it very clear that *they* can coordinate and handle all distribution themselves to a vast number of networks. That means that if the client desires, Iyuno can send the finished product directly out into the world.

There seem to be two types of scripts that can be given to the dubbing company:

1.) "In-Production Dubbing indicates that dubbing production is active in tandem with post production. In-Production Dubbing fulfillment partners should expect potential changes to source materials."(4)

2.) "Final Asset Dubbing indicates that dubbing production takes place after final delivery of the show. All source assets will be in a final state. The dubbing fulfillment partner should not expect any changes to the source materials."(4)

Without knowing which of these was agreed upon for SPN 15x18, it is very hard to say exactly where or if additional edits may have been performed on the original material that weren't performed on the translated material (in other words, earlier draft).

If the studio was given the episode as an In-Production Dubbing project, this could explain why the title of the Spanish translation reflected the original script title, "The Truth," rather than the final title in English, "Despair".

Assuming this difference was unintentional, rather than a calculated marketing ploy re: audience enticement (which seems admittedly unlikely), then yes, it could indicate a screw-up on someone's part. The question is, was the dub company given the task of generating the title card, or did some other graphics department handle that before the project made it to them? If the latter is the case, the choice to add "Me too" instead of "Don't do this, Cas" could be either a conscious choice on the dub studio's part as sort of a nod to what they thought "the truth" was, or could just be them going with what they were given and making their translation choices based on something else, such as rhythm/timing.

SO, could there have been an original script that had Dean say "me too" in response to Cas, which then went through translation and made it out into the world? Teeechnically yes, but one would assume that the original script and original *footage* would have to have arrived at the dub studio together if the script is being transcribed in-house as SPGSTudios outlines in their process. I'm going to reason that the odds of them using a later edit of the visual--one that contained what in this instance we would be assuming was Warner's preferred dialogue ("Don't do this, Cas") yet choosing to stick with their own audio revoicing of the (supposed) original script/visual's "Me too, Cas" with its now subsequently poor timing, seems unlikely.

So either they would likely have to redo the exact same "Me too" audio again (having made the choice to keep the original dialogue, while also having to work under pandemic restrictions re: travel and talent availability) to make everything match the visual footage time-wise, OR, it was simply a matter that the English scene always was just as we saw it, but that the studio chose to interpret the script the way they did and were able to do their timing the first time around to match accordingly.

This still leaves a question in the air regarding the origin and fate of certain clips of Dean's more visually emotive reaction to Castiel's confession that have been floating around the internet. I've only seen very very brief glimpses of them, myself, and I'm not certain that they're really evidence of anything other than more than one take having been done of that scene, which wouldn't be uncommon and doesn't necessarily point to a conspiracy.

I also want to state that in the wake of 15x18, I opted to protect my mental health rather than follow every development/rumor/speculation that cropped up in the aftermath, so there’s probably a lot that I’m leaving out of this post that may be pertinent. Do me a favor and do assume that I know nothing of it. lol

I will also add this about the other studio, Iyuno: they are very careful to state on their site, repeatedly and with great pride, that they are committed to presenting the world with the smoothest, most true-to-the-original localized version of a film or show possible. Quote: "...our entire team of staff wants nothing more than to make every single one of our partner's content feel as if it were never translated." They are not fucking around. They want to please the client. Would they have done something like the translation in question without any direct go-ahead from Warner? It seems unlikely, though they don't outline their process on their site the way SPG does.

Notice that in the SPGStudios process outlined above, there is no mention made of a review step in which the studio presents the translated dialogue to the client for approval re: the new wording. That doesn't mean there isn't a review step; however, without seeing the contractual agreement that was made between Warner and whatever dub studio they used, or knowing Warner's preferred process by some other means, it's difficult to be certain whether or not there was a review process for the translated script. I did find evidence that Netflix reserves the right to review such translated scripts before air.

Speaking of Netflix, I will include here what their translation requirements are, as I did find those. They, like Warner, also use Iyuno Media Group much of the time for dubbing (voiceover style dubbing in which they apparently like to leave the original language audible underneath, so that's slightly different from revoicing, but I'm working on an assumption that the general expectations are the same for both):(4)

"1. Translation Requirements

1.1 Main Dialogue

All main dialogue in the source (original) language should be translated unless specifically noted.

Due to timing limitations, some of the dialogue may be condensed/truncated as long as it retains all essential elements of the plot.

Please refrain from dubbing redundant words such as character names and repetitions.

Additionally, do not recreate laughs, hesitations, reaction noises, etc."

I'm looking at that bit: "Due to timing limitations, some of the dialogue may be condensed/truncated as long as it retains all essential elements of the plot."

So let's say just for argument's sake that this is pretty standard language provided to the dubbing studios. Netflix is a giant, so I'll proceed with that assumption given the lack of more concrete information:

Does it really change essential elements of the remaining plot to have Dean return Castiel's declaration of love? Forgetting about the outside, emotional ripple effect such a declaration was bound to set off in the viewing audience, no. The two characters have no further scenes together, nor does Dean go on in the next episode to immediately embark on a new relationship, or tell anyone that Cas said he was in love with him but he couldn't return it because he didn't feel the same. So technically, no rule was broken. And that is what it comes down to, if you're thinking like a lawyer reading a contract: specifics, not theoretical implications or consequences.

So, possibly what we have is something that was simple to add and easy to get away with/argue for: translated dialog that fit a dub better due to its length, and didn't actually change anything plot-wise (or at least, the argument for that could easily be made). This points to the painful crux of the matter: why would the Spanish version of Supernatural which aired in Latin America allow Dean Winchester to return Castiel's declaration of love with a "Me too, Cas"? Could it *really* be as insulting as the fact that "Yo a ti, Cas" would be a quicker, smoother dub than "No hagas esto, Cas"? ("Don't do this, Cas" in English.) Or did they see something they could get away with, and a reasonable argument to provide for it, so they went ahead and claimed a small LGBT+ victory?

Is someone, somewhere, getting in trouble for all this? Maybe. But could action be taken against them? That would look pretty bad, public-relations-wise, for the party expressing condemnation if that got out. Could Iyuno, or whatever other studio (again, I don't actually know which one handled the dub) theoretically feel a ripple effect from the fallout of this? Could they quietly suffer a drop in acquisitions/revenue for "reasons unclear"? Sure. That sort of thing happens all the time, so theoretically yeah.

Whatever the reasoning behind the decision to have Dean return Cas' declaration of love, surely they didn't have to do it. Surely they could have chosen some other phrase that fit. But they chose to do exactly what they did. I don't know what went down, in the end, or whether censorship was indeed involved, but I will certainly say that I think it was a brave and admirable choice that was made with the Spanish dub. It doesn't undo the "bury your gays" trope of course, but for some LGBT+ audience members it surely provides a sense of validation and maybe even lends a little hope for better representation--which is long, long overdue.

Thanks if you read this far. I hope that even though it’s not perfect it will be helpful in some way.

Sources

(1) https://www.indiewire.com/2020/02/subtitles-vs-dubbing-what-you-need-to-know-1202212800/amp

(2) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_CW

(3) https://www.iyunomg.com/

(4) https://partnerhelp.netflixstudios.com/hc/en-us/articles/115016062708-Dubbed-Audio-Style-Guide-VO-Style-Dubbing

(5) https://www.spgstudios.com/localization

#spn gate #destiel #supernatural #queerbaiting #lgbt #lgbt+#lgbt representation #15x18 #dean winchester #castiel #johnlockers #queliot #queliot shippers #quentin coldwater deserved better #spn family #they silenced you

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superlinguo · 4 years

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Linguistics Jobs: Interview with a Transcriptionist

When we started Lingthusiasm, I knew that transcripts had to be an essential part of the show. They’re so useful for people who can’t listen, people who would refer to read, and for when I want a quick reminder of what we covered in an interview (they’re also very handy for training a bot to take over the show). A few of us wrangled transcripts for a while, but it’s been an absolute delight having Sarah Dopierala on the team, turning our spoken words into written words.

Sarah and I were at SOAS at the same time, and Sarah was in the same MA program as last month’s interviewee, Exhibition Content Manager Emily Gref. In fact, it was Emily who put us back in touch when we were on the look out for a new transcriptionist. I guess then there’s an extra lesson from this month’s interview; the longer you’re around as a linguist, and the more connections you make, the more interesting pathways your career can take you on (The Helsinki Bus Station Theory for linguists)

You can find out more about Sarah’s research and her transcription work on her website, or follow her on Twitter (@SDopierala).

What did you study at university?

I went to the University of Pittsburgh for undergrad and studied linguistics as my major, with a minor in Japanese. It was a very well-rounded education. I studied many of the “core” topics such as phonetics (where I learned the International Phonetic Alphabet, or IPA), phonology, morphology, syntax, and semantics. I also got to study applied linguistics (which as I remember was an interesting class that overviewed many areas of linguistic application including forensic linguistics and even language documentation, among many others) and had a semester on historical linguistics. One of the most unique classes I took though -- which I don’t remember the name of now -- had to do with conlanging and natural language processing. Super cool. Besides linguistics I, of course, had my Japanese language courses and, since it was a liberal arts education, classes on a variety of other subjects including acting classes, art classes, and a physics class. It was good times.

For my master’s degree, I went to SOAS, University of London for an MA in Language Documentation and Description. This was a more specialized degree and a shorter program (1 calendar year) so my subjects were all linguistics related. For instance, I had classes on syntax (specifically looking at Lexical Functional Grammar), field methods, descriptive linguistics, and applied documentation (I think it was called) where we spent a lot of time discussing practical matters of doing research with people -- ethics, research methods, etc. I did get to do a lot of neat curriculum-adjacent things as well. I was a member of the Sylheti Language Project. We hosted a Sylheti language conference as well as published a Sylheti storybook. I got to attend other conferences as well to practice explaining my eventual dissertation topic -- converbs in Sylheti.

As of now, I’ve been accepted to the University of Frankfurt to do a PhD in comparative linguistics, still focusing on converbs only this time in Northwest Caucasian languages. Funding has been something of an adventure, but I remain hopeful! Besides, linguistics is never too far away. What is your job?

My current job is as a transcriptionist. I freelance making transcripts from audio recordings as my day-to-day, money-making job. Sometimes, I freelance through contracting companies. However, I prefer to work for myself and transcribe podcasts -- especially about linguistics! You may have seen my work via the Vocal Fries Podcast, Conlangery, and Lingthusiasm.

To build my transcription skills I took an online transcription course through Transcribe Anywhere. It took a certain investment of time and money, but you come out of there knowing your stuff and with a network of other transcriptionists to help you. I’m still learning a lot about running my own business (since I suppose that’s what freelancing ultimately is), but I feel confident, and it helps that I’m not completely alone.

As a freelancer, my daily schedule is hardly ever the same and I do tend to break it up even more with travel. That’s what I like about it though. I can do the job no matter where I go. As long as I get the job done well and in a timely manner, I can set my own schedule. It definitely takes a certain level of self-discipline to keep a freelancing schedule, that’s for sure.

How does your linguistics training help you in your job?

There are a couple of ways linguistics training helps me with transcription work -- or perhaps even transcription helps me with my linguistics work. My first introduction to transcription was during my master’s degree. As a documentary linguist in training, I made audio recordings with a Sylheti speaker and, in order to further analyze and archive my findings, I had to transcribe them. The difference of course was the goal. For transcribing podcasts and other material in English, the goal is generally to create a well-formatted document following written English conventions. However, transcribing an audio file for linguistic analysis, in general, focuses more on accurately representing the sounds of the language in IPA without reference to prescriptive ideas of what sort of written representation is “well-formatted.” For now, I’m focusing on readable English language documents but, in the future, I will return to transcription for linguistic analysis. I think my approach to that type of transcription will be enriched by this work.

The two types of transcription complement each other. When transcribing linguistics podcasts, I often use IPA to distinguish between different English pronunciations or even to represent non-English words. Just like I use knowledge of linguistic concepts to analyze linguistic data, I call upon quite a bit of that knowledge when I transcribe podcasts as well to not only identify certain terms but to follow the conversation. Understanding the content of the conversation reduces the amount of times I mishear, stop, rewind, listen again, and certainly reduces the time I spend researching unfamiliar topics. When I don’t understand the content of an audio file, I have a hard time predicting what people will say or what they might say. Being able to predict, to a certain extent, what someone might say plays a huge part in transcription and in general language processing as well. Transcribing these podcasts has also been a great way for me to keep up thinking about linguistics, keep up with what’s happening in the field, and keep feeling like I’m part of the community even if I’m not currently “doing linguistics” as my everyday job. 😊

Do you have any advice do you wish someone had given to you about linguistics/careers/university?

I think I’ve been quite lucky in the advice I’ve received over the years, here are two things that have really stuck with me:

“If you can, study in a different department than your undergrad or masters.”

I have found that working in several different departments has not only helped me grow as a researcher, but it has made me more appreciative of the things I learned in previous departments. There are ideas I may not have been introduced to if I had stayed in one place and many people I would not have met as well. My pool of friends and colleagues has definitely been enriched by getting out of my comfort zone.

“What job do you want to get?”

My undergraduate supervisor asked me this question when I told her about my topic for a PhD thesis. She was of course very supportive of my academic pursuits, but I think this is the first time someone asked me this question in a way that was practical rather than condescending (since not everyone instantly appreciates the worth of linguistic knowledge). I’m so grateful that she did because, up until that point, I pretty much took for granted that I would get a tenure-track job at a great university and do descriptive and documentary research for the rest of forever. Don’t get me wrong, that would be amazing. However, this question made me think. It opened me up to the precarity of academia, the non-guarantee of a well-paying university job, the non-guarantee of any university job for that matter. While I will still reach for that dream researcher position, I am now much more open to other opportunities and other ways of doing what I love.

Any other thoughts or comments?

I’m not (yet) able to completely support myself financially just from transcribing. Like many other freelancing careers, it’s taken quite a bit of time to get myself out there. I do receive help and support from other places. Because of this, I have had the opportunity to spend quite a bit of time learning the trade, reaching out to potential clients, figuring out best practices, etc., while also pursuing my academic dreams, which take their share of time and effort. Perhaps not everybody has this luxury, and I want to acknowledge that as a factor for anyone inspired to consider transcription as a potential career path. However, with some patience, I know that it is very possible to make a comfortable living as a freelance transcriptionist. In fact, I hope that someday transcription can be a main source of income for me as well. In fact, it’s one of my potential “non-tenure” jobs -- especially if it means I can still be close to linguistics! 😉

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mctreeleth · 7 years

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I had a theory and I really needed to play close attention to what was said so I could work out whether or not I was on the right track, so here’s my transcription of the scene with just Vax and the Raven Queen in episode 103 of Critical Role (plus a little bit of theoretical commentary)

(From 51.33 on the Alpha stream.)

Vax’ildan, as your eyes dart back and forth, glancing upward at the sky above, snow hitting and stinging your paralysed eyes, you see the terrible lich above you. A flash of green, then darkness. Floating, without weight, without temperature, you glance around in the surrounding shadow and you cannot see anything, your hands before you, nothing, it is just void, darkness. You will yourself to see something, anything, and in an instant, you begin to glow. Your form becomes visible around you, you can now see your body, nude and held aloft in this dark space just emanating this soft, vibrant, orangish white light. As the light begins to emanate, and cast away the nearby darkness, you also see what appears to be a tangling of some sort of web, strands of silk, that also begin to glow a similar light as to your form, that holds you tightly in your position. You struggle, but you’re held firm. You think you yell out, but as you glance upwards to shout for help, you see the shadows now curl back to reveal the familiar sight of a massive, white, porcelain, woman’s face, eyeless yet staring straight at, if not through you. Her presence, imposing as it may be, soothes you, as her giant hand, larger than a house, at palace it seems almost, emerges from below and gives you a ground to step on, your feet finding purchase in the centre of her dark palm. As your feet touch her palm, the silk web seems to loosen, you cast off the threads and fall to your hands and knees. You take a moment, and you hear that soft voice once more.

“My champion, you return to me, and tear a swath through the tapestry. Please, be calm. My sight can pierce many veils, but you’ve been hidden from my sight in recent days and I am worried what foulness has turned its intent upon us. Now here you come, to me, your very thread frayed, and soul transitioning, an unexpected destiny for my beautiful fate touched.” And one of her fingers kinda curls through your hair at the back of your head. “Tell me what you have seen.”

“Your enemy.”

“I have many enemies.”

“Vecna.”

“What does this Vecna intend?”

“He has come… he’s come back to our world… my home… and my family is in danger, the world… is in danger.”

“How so? How could one man be as dangerous… what does he intend? What have you learned?”

“I-I-I… I don’t know.”

(There is a pause as she considers him.)

“I wonder why he would guard my sight… well…hmm.” And she goes into quiet contemplation for a moment, you see the strands of hair that emanate from the sides of the mask just kind of slowly shifting like waves on an ocean. “This Vecna comes to your world... to be a king?”

“…That… or grind us all into dust.”

“This is historical. Mortals continuously intend to find others to grind into dust. If this being has the power to block my sight, he has power beyond a mortal realm. Did you see anything else?”

“We travelled to the Shadowfell… there was, a tower, and he had servants, he had… powerful servants, a woman, that we have fought before, and another, a-a-a man, a-a… creature – I don’t know – with a blade, a dark blade, and he… was too powerful for us, he crushed us…”

“And in your short spark with him you learned nothing more of his plan? No hint of what he’s plotting?”

“He threw me to the ground the first second he laid his eye on me, he murdered my sister, I thought we had come to an arrangement…”

“We have?”

“Where is my sister?”

“She lives still, she is beyond my influences”

(he lets out a sobbing breath of relief)

“However, your body is ash, and your soul is steeped in the divine energies that uphold the paths between life and death. Hmm. You’ve yearned* your eternal rest.” And her mass begins to recede into the darkness.

(* I first wrote that down as ‘earned’ but I’ve checked multiple times and I’m pretty damn sure it’s ‘yearned’. It’s at 59.21 on the alpha video.)

“No… no, no, come back, no. I will not leave them behind. I want to help them. Still.”

The faint grey of the mask that had begin to fade into the shadow, stops, and comes back even brighter, vibrant almost. You sense the mystery of the Raven Queen, shift from this entity that dodges and weaves to instead, a pillar of power of life and death that is both awe striking, and awe fearing, and for a moment you realise how small you are in her presence. “You truly see to seek this? To bring it to its end?”

“Whatever it takes.”

“Your resolve is admirable, your love of your chosen family is vibrant. What I offer you is the power to see this conflict through till its end. You will be briefly beyond the very grasp of death and I will hold back any attempt for you to transition. You will be a bulwark of my power in cold flesh, walking between heartbeats, unstoppable. You will have the power to walk once more with Vox Machina, with your sister, with your Keyleth, and should you use this power wisely, perhaps save Exandria, save them, save her. But when it’s done, and this foul, undying king lies dead or sealed, you will return to me, my champion, evermore.”

The imposing image now shifts and changes in an instant, the giant being is now this simple woman, the mask you once saw removed now missing, and there, the somewhat… sad, beautiful, pale face of the Raven Queen as she steps forward, the silence is broken by the sounds of her footsteps across nothing… tkh, tkh, tkh, her hand comes up – warm, you weren’t expecting – as it races across your brow, and curves across to your chin, and pulls it up a bit; “Do you accept my gift?”

“You have such loneliness in your eyes.”

“Perhaps you will keep me company when you come back to me. Do. You. Accept?”

(There is a long pause.) “I do.”

“Then so be it. You, whose nature bucks destiny, my beautiful thing. Go, share what you have shared with me, with others like me. Take what you can learn, of this Vecna’s plans, for if he can block his intent from one, who knows what he plots against the other powers beyond the gate. Learn from them, ask them. You have my blessing, they have theirs to give as well. And they may be all that stands between the ruin of this world, and you. Let their blessings turn the tides, Vax’ildan, but choose your time wisely, for corruption like this waits for no-one. Now…” she pulls your head down and kisses you on the forehead, and brings your head close to hers, and you hear a voice whisper right into your ear, ever so faintly, “…wake up.”

(Ends 1.04.35 on the Alpha stream.)

(Basically, I typed this whole thing up because I’m not 100% on the idea that the Raven Queen ever even meant that Vax would die after Vecna – I get the feeling that she was going to give Vax the death she thought he wanted, freeing him from his role as her champion (the death that he “yearned” for) - “Return to me, as my champion, evermore” isn’t that different than his current deal, and the come back to me, keep me company is something that friends actually should be doing once they realise how lonely their friend is. Matt never actually said at any point during this particular scene that Vax was gunna end up dead – the players just all drew that conclusion and we all just went along with it.)

#Critical Role spoilers #Critical Role Transcript #Vax'ildan #The Raven Queen #I'm probably just being straw-graspingly optimistic #but the more I thought about it the more I wasn't sure she ever said anything about him dying #and I couldn't concentrate hard enough while just listening #my focus kept drifting #so I figured that transcribing it would be the best way to guarantee I was paying attention #and yeah #maybe I'm just ignoring the subtext but also maybe Vax is being dramatic and extra™ like he does #if the Critical Role Transcript guys wanna use this they're more than welcome to it but I didn't format it to any particular guidelines

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Life under Fire: The Wages of Apostasy

(Presented at the Eleventh IHR Conference, October 1992.)

Thank you, United States, for letting me come and speak. I mean that seriously because the fight is now getting quite creepy. For two years now, in country after country, I have been conducting this international Campaign for Real History. During this period, in country after country, I’ve come up against an international campaign against real history — an international campaign full of lies, an international campaign to suppress the truth. The truth of this campaign is quite clearly something that I had previously not wanted to believe: there is, in fact, an international force out there with an influence that transcs frontiers. Day after day, country after country, month after month, I come up against this international force.

In my apartment in London, I’ve accordingly opened a file titled “Jewish Harassment.” This should not be taken to mean, in the slightest, that I am anti-Jewish, because I’m not. The fact that many Jews are anti-Irving does not mean to say that I am anti-Jewish. There’s no paradox in that statement. Week after week, month after month, they are causing me immense harassment, embarrassment and distress. But journalists come to me, again and again, and ask me: “Mr. Irving, are you anti-Semitic?” And I reply, “Not yet.”

For two years now, I have been the target of this worldwide campaign — in Germany, France, Spain, South Africa, the United States, Canada, Argentina, Brazil, and England. Let me tell you a little about what has been happening in some of these countries.

In Germany, I’m now technically a prohibited person. I can’t go there because the German authorities have ordained that David Irving shall no longer cross their frontier. A free democracy, and yet that’s the only way they can fight against me: by forbidding me to come in. That edict was issued in March 1990. But since then, I’ve been in and out of Germany 60 times. I’m not going to tell you how I’ve done it — but there are ways of doing it.

In Austria, there’s an arrest warrant out against me, but no entry prohibition (whereas in Germany there’s the entry prohibition but no arrest warrant). So between the two of them you can find a way of getting in. As I said to the Germans the last time I spoke to a mass meeting of 7,000 people in Passau: there are enough people here in plain clothes taking notes for the Ministry of the Interior, and tonight they’ll be asked: how did he get in again? To this I can only say: “Go ask your colleagues in Austria how David Irving got in this time.”

Banned in South Africa

Besides Germany and Austria, officially I am not permitted to get into Italy or South Africa. Last January and February, I spoke for two months in South Africa, this time visiting 15 towns and cities. Two weeks after I returned to England, a letter arrived from the South African government in Pretoria. It told me: “Mr. Irving, as an Englishman you normally do not require a visa to enter South African territories. For you we are going to make an exception.” I reported this ban to the South African newspapers, which discovered in a matter of days that this unique embargo was being placed on me by the South African government at the request of South African Jewish organizations. This was followed by an outcry by other South Africans who wanted to hear me on radio and television, and in person. It was another encroachment on freedom of speech.

Of course, I am able to come and speak here in the United States because you have something very important, your First Ammendment guaranteeing freedom of speech. It is very unlikely, I think, that the United States government would actually stoop to trying to prevent me from coming here to speak. It would be a very, very serious day indeed if that should happen.

In Canada, I have a big speaking tour lined up that is due to start on October the 26th. Yesterday, here in this very hotel [in Irvine, Califronia], I was handed an express letter from the Canadian government informing me that I would not be allowed to enter Canada. Once again, pressure has been exerted by these international groups to keep me from speaking. In this case it was the Simon Wiesenthal Center in Los Angeles, but the reason given me was this: “Mr. Irving, under the immigration act, a person is not permitted to enter if he has committed a criminal offense in another country, or if he is likely to commit a criminal offense in Canada. We may consider you likely to commit a criminal offense.”

After receiving this, I straight away instructed my attorney in Canada to point out that I’ve been to Canada some 30 times since 1965, and not once have I committed a criminal offense. So, prima facie, I am unlikely to commit a criminal offense on the 31st occasion. [On October 26, Irving legally entered Canada. He was illegally arrested — after lecturing on freedom of speech — at Victoria, B.C., and deported on November 13 after a three week court battle. He is appealing.]

Detention in Rome

In June of this year, I went to Italy. I arrived in Rome, after a stop in Munich, from Moscow, where I had been working for two weeks in the former Soviet government’s secret state archives. As I got off the plane in Rome, six Carabinieri police cars were waiting for me at the airfield, and as I got into the airport bus, the police stormed the bus, rifles drawn, and called out my name, “Mr. Irving.” Ladies and gentlemen, now that’s embarrassing! Under the circumstances, I tried to make it look as if this was my VIP escort!

They held me there in the police station at Rome’s airport for four hours until the plane turned round and flew back to Munich. And half way through, they let in the Italian student who had arrived to meet me there. (I had been invited by a university professor.)

During the police interrogation, I “hadn’t understood” a word of Italian, and I made them speak English to me. But when the students came in, I spoke with them in Italian, explaining how sorry I was. Seeing this, the police colonel became very indignant and said: “Silenzio, Don’t Speak.” So I said, “Where does it say that I can’t speak?” He repeated, “Silenzio, Don’t-a speaka.” And I repeated: “Excuse me, but nowhere do I see a sign that says Silenzio.” At that, he seized a thick felt- tip pen, and in a blind, Italian temper he went to the magnificently painted wall inside this beautiful, brand new police station, saying “You can’t-a see-a? Here!,” and wrote the letters S I L E N Z I O on the wall, and then shouted: “Silenzio!”

Last October [1991], I spoke in Argentina. On the morning of the first day, I took part in a two-hour television program. (I also speak Spanish.) I was on with a man named Maurizio Maro, but whose real name turned out to be Goldfarb. If only they had told me beforehand! But too late.

Goldfarb asked me questions like: “But Adolf Hitler, he was crazy wasn’t he?” And I said: “No, he wasn’t.” “But of course he was crazy,” he retorted. I responded by saying:

There’s no evidence for that at all. The evidence is that we — the British and Americans — captured seven of Hitler’s doctors. We interrogated all seven of them on that specific point: Hitler’s own physicians were asked if they considered him clinically sane or out of his mind. All of them came to the conclusion that, even until the very last moments of his life, he was totally sane. And not only that, I have personally found Hitler’s medical diaries — the diaries kept by his doctor, Theodor Morrell, which I found in the archives in Washington, DC. After transcribing them, I published them. These diaries also confirm, without a doubt at all, that Hitler was perfectly sane and physically normal.

Now considerably agitated, Goldfarb responded: “But the man must be totally crazy because he killed forty million human beings.” The first time he threw out this figure, I let it pass, but the second time round, I stopped him, saying: “Forty million? Excuse me, where does this figure come from then?” Goldfarb then said: “A person who kills even one man is a criminal.” In this case, then, I said, President Bush is a major criminal because of the damage he did in the Gulf War this very February.

At this point, the interview was dramatically cut short. And the very next day, all the other interviews that had been lined up by my publisher in Argentina were cancelled. Newspaper and television interviews, and a Belgrano University appearance — all were cancelled. It was an object lesson on the influence that certain people have. The day after that (October 18, 1991), a major daily newspaper, La Nación, published a communique issued by Argentina’s Jewish governing agency, with a headline calling me an “International Agitator.” Well, I’m sorry that the Jews get so easily agitated. But it’s not my fault. My job is to go there and lecture on the historical truth as I see it.

The Right to be Wrong

I admit that we may be wrong. Each of us in this room may be wrong on this or that matter. But I demand the Right to be Wrong! That is the essence of freedom of speech in any country.

No one is going to define for us what the received version of history is or should be. But that is what they are trying to do now in Germany, and all around the world.

Every other aspect of world history is open to debate and dispute — except one. Anyone who challenges this one aspect of history is automatically, ipso facto, described as an anti-Semite. Jewish leaders are now saying that anyone who questions any aspect of the Holocaust is an anti-Semite. Of course, that’s not true. We are just lovers of the truth, and determined to get to the bottom of what actually did and did not happen.

I do not insist that what I tell you here today is necessarily the only version of the truth, and that thou shalt have no other truth than this. I’m not as arrogant as that. I do say that this is the best that I can do, given limited resources, and against the harassment that I’ve come up against in the last few years.

That harassment has gotten worse and worse, particularly with the recent Focal Point publication of the new edition of Hitler’s War. This new edition contains material never seen before. If you want to see a photograph showing what it looks like when 17,500 people are killed in 30 minutes, here it is. Everyone’s heard about Hiroshima and Dresden, but no one knows about what happened in Pforzheim, a small German town in Baden-Württemberg, where one person in four was killed in the most horrible manner in mid-February 1945. We have photos of that crime. I’ve shown this photograph to audience after audience.

On the previous page of Hitler’s War are the well-known photographs of Dresden, where a hundred thousand people were killed in a period of twelve hours by the British and Americans. So many were killed so quickly that there weren’t enough living left to bury the dead. So the corpses had to be burned on these huge funeral pyres in the Dresden Altmarkt. I published the photographs in 1963 in my first book, The Destruction of Dresden and, now, in Hitler’s War, I publish them for the first time in color.

Window Smashing

There are 60 color photographs in this book, a work that no other publisher could have published so lavishly. Of course, our traditional enemies are absolutely livid because of this book, which is very sought-after in Britain. We published it ourselves, and personally delivered 5,000 copies to 800 book shops up and down the country and around the world.

Our traditional enemies have been fighting back. Their local cells, branches and agents have been visiting — patiently and methodically, one by one — every book shop that stocked this book, demanding that it be “un-stocked.” Because most book shop managers are not open to intimidation in the way newspapers are, they get their windows smashed. As result, there’s been a campaign of window smashing throughout Britain during the last three or four months.

During the night, the big plate-glass windows of the book stores are smashed, and the next morning the stores receive a letter on letterhead of the local synagogue, or the local Jewish Board of Deputies. The letters say “we are very sorry that your windows were smashed, but what can you expect? We promise that if you stop stocking David Irving’s books, you will find that this kind of problem ceases.”

This campaign — smashing the windows of book stores, big and small, including chain book stores in Britain such as Waterstone’s and Dillon’s — has been reported in all the local newspapers. I subscribe to a press clipping service, so I get all these clippings. But there’s been nothing in the British national newspapers.

And why not? Well, the answer is that these wondered where these journalists come from, these spineless, nasty little creeps such as Bernard Levin of The Times of London.

I am philosophical about newspapers. I remember one Monday morning ten years ago when my secretary came to me, saying: “David, how can you stand for it? Have you read what they’ve written about you yesterday in the Sunday Times? It’s only a short thing, but you now might as well pack up. You’re finished.” He read from the article: “David Irving, who appears substantially to have over-estimated his mental stability this time …” “They’re calling you mad!”

Recycled Lies

I responded by saying, “Okay, so what? Are they going to assign me to some kind of psychiatric gulag archipelago? That’s from the Sunday Times, and this is Monday.” That’s the difference between being an author and being a journalist. When I write a book it goes into a library and stays there — especially if it’s on acid-free paper. What a journalist writes for the Sunday Times appears on Sunday, but by Monday it’s wrapping fish ‘n chips! So who cares? Or if it’s not wrapping fish ‘n chips, the paper’s being recycled to be made into new newsprint for new lies.

One South African journalist wrote to me during the height of my South African tour in March 1992. I was speaking at meeting after meeting, addressing packed halls. In Pretoria, as usual, 2,000 people came to hear me. In Cape Town, another huge audience turned out to hear me at the Goodwood Civic Centre. The next day, I received a fax letter from a Cape Times journalist named Claire Bisseker who earlier had bombarded me with questions about what I thought about President de Klerk, the prospects for South Africa, the ANC, and all the rest of it. This time her letter was quite brief:

Mr. Irving, the Cape Times would like to have your response to the following allegations made by a Capetonian who atted your meeting at Goodwood [Centre] on March 8. The source said that the meeting was of a neo-Nazi nature. Complete with Nazi banners and Nazi salutes. We would appreciate it very much if you could fax back to us your response as soon as you are able.

So I turned this matter over in my mind. “Remember,” I told myself, “you’re dealing with a journalist — a journalist who will twist whatever you say. If I say that I have no comment, they will print the lies and say that Mr. Irving had no comment. If I deny it, they will print the lies and say that Irving denied it. They will print lies whatever you do.” So after some thought, I sent this brief letter to Claire Bisseker:

Dear Clair,

Thank you for your fax, and I appreciate your inquiry. Yes, you do have excellent sources. Neo-Nazi nature, Nazi banners, and Nazi salutes — the lot. As I marched in, an orchestra struck up the Slaves’ Chorus from Verdi’s opera, “Aida.” Later, the orchestra played the first bars of Franz Liszt’s “Les Préludes,” and it concluded with Liszt’s Opus 63 String Quartet. Meanwhile, searchlight batteries stationed around the Goodwood Civic Centre lit up, their crystal beams joining in a cathedral of ice ten thousand feet above the site; a thousand hands were once more flung aloft in the holy salute, and a thousand throats roared the Horst Wessel anthem. A video is available, directed by Leni Riefenstahl.

I hope the above material suffices for what you have in mind.

That’s the way to deal with journalists! I have developed my own techniques in dealing with them.

David Irving

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In the latest Triforce podcast, they complain about politically correctness, about the left-wing, and Lewis defends *notorious transphobe who spends all his time harassing trans people* Graham Linehan. It's fucking awful.

You know, I got kind of a different impression and I figured I might as well labor through explaining why, since we’re dealing with a really long piece of media that’s hard to “digest” the way you would normally be inclined to.

The part where it starts, where they’re talking about Curb Your Enthusiasm, is so-so. It feels like listening to a guy talk just a little too passionately about how they relate to Rick Sanchez, or Bojack Horseman, or Walter White. The core of Curb is not, as Sips says, to “comment on cancel culture.”

Anyway, the salient bit comes way later in the podcast. I flick through the YouTube auto-generated transcript in moments like this and think, goddammit, this technology needs to hurry up. So before you go “Holy shit, YPS transcribed all that?!” …No I didn’t, which is why it’s going to read like fucking shit. I’m just going to correct it when the words are wrong but I’m not doing any not-strictly-necessary punctuation. Nooo thank you.

Lewis: Something like I think that okay a good example is like JK Rowling and you know actually for example someone tweeted me this week saying you should unfollow Graham Linehan who wrote like father Ted I think when I signed up to Twitter about 10 years ago I automatically followed a lot of people who I was a fan of

Sips: or thought you were because you don’t know these people

Lewis: Bill Bailey-

Sips: writes a funny show that you like

Lewis: cuz I want to see funny tweets on Twitter from them you know I like father Ted I want to see his funny tweets you know and someone tweeted me and said you should unfollow him because he’s done a load of anti-trans stuff and commentary and I I was like you know what I don’t think I’ve- I will. I think I’m just gonna unfollow him. I don’t think it’s worth trouble wise I don’t I don’t think that this guy particularly is obviously like I but it’s a little bit in my head though I’m a little bit like Oh father Ted’s now a bit tainted like Harry Potter’s a little bit tainted by

Sips: the thing is okay fine you’ve unfollowed him you’ve unfollowed him after suggestion of somebody but you haven’t you haven’t unfollowed him for like the pure reason right you’ve just done followed him because it’s like off

Lewis: in my head

Sips: he’s pressuring me and I don’t want to be seen as somebody who agrees with what this guy might have said

Pyrion: so that’s what cancel cultures is about

Sips: exactly

Pyrion: I still think the main thing the main thing to do is if I mean first of all I don’t want to know Graham linehan I don’t care what his opinions are, I want to see Father Ted

Sips: no i want to see the funny stuff is it something on Twitter that’s even remotely funny and related to father Ted great that’s why I followed him in the first place because the father Ted you know what I mean like

Lewis: yeah

Pyrion: well so Twitter is real easy to be as puritanical as you like about whatever it is you believe in but I guarantee you even people you know really well there’ll be something of opinion that they hold that you think what that’s fucking bizarre like I can’t get my head around this weird that you you what are you gonna stop seeing that person because there’s something you disagree with them about I don’t know I mean I know lots of people whose politics are wildly different from mine or their opinions about all kinds of stuff are wildly different from mine it doesn’t change the fact that they’re they’re essentially a decent enough person that I could be friends with them

Lewis: no absolutely

Pyrion: I just think it’s it’s not worth analyzing with a micro microscope every single aspect of a person’s personality because no one is clean no one is gonna come out of it and you’re gonna be okay with everything they said

Lewis: I don’t think they’re evil if they have flaws like that or beliefs necessarily either I think it’s that they’re a product of their their cultural like like teachings been informed of over the years via media and Hollywood and books and people and friends of family and surroundings and locales…

So at worst, to me, this reads like Lewis is willing to concede that some people do not deserve your attention because of their words and deeds. Mostly, it’s like not wanting to be bothered about it and cause an argument outweighs his attachment to old media by a good deal. And he even will admit that separating the art from the artist is futile. I don’t really have an issue with it.

Pyrion comes in with the dog-tired “I don’t care who made it, I live in a Solipsistic world where the only things that matter are the things I observe.” Stupid, but inoffensive.

But you can see Sips starting some shit which he follows through on almost as soon as he gets a chance to.

Lewis: so what I’m saying is don’t be too hard on yourselves if you find that your your beliefs are challenged you know

Sips: I don’t hold a strong belief on that though like you know like like I if if if that offends somebody to laugh at that and they’re around me or whatever I would apologize I would say oh sorry

Pyrion: you know like it’s not worth clinging to that kind of

Sips: I’m a reasonable person I’m not I’m not gonna fight for my right to laugh at prison rape jokes I just don’t care enough but I could but equally

I’m not I’m not going to to to falsely support like like trans rights and stuff as well by unfollowing somebody on Twitter because as much as I support somebody’s right to be who they are or who they want to be and and freedom and stuff like that these are things that don’t really affect me

I’m not gonna be as passionate about them as somebody who is who is affected by it you know or or living that life or whatever you know what I mean I think there’s I think there’s a lot of like almost like false support for movements nowadays just to appear sort of like politically correct or popular or something like that and I don’t agree with that either I you know I think people that are coming out and and being like overly sort of supportive about something that they have nothing to do with or whatever is is is it’s not it’s not a genuine thing it’s it’s it’s a lie

Pyrion: you see that in Hollywood a lot

Sips: of course you do

Pyrion: cos they cast something and it’s like the cast is like you can tell they’ve they’ve fucking they brainstormed the shit out of how to get the perfect cast for essentially for to avoid bad reviews on on Twitter and in the media

Sips: sure

Pyrion: it feels disingenuous

Sips: yeah no

Pyrion: it’s not from the heart no they haven’t changed they just going with the trends

Sips: it is it’s it’s it’s some sort of formula for like popularity or for money or sales or something like that and it doesn’t feel nice it doesn’t feel good like like

Lewis: yeah we should be on top of that stuff

Sips: I think you need somebody to support me with with with just about anything really but like you know what I mean like it’s I don’t know like III think I think just I think it’s important to just be yourself and not get caught up in that in the hype of everything you know what I mean like just yeah like and don’t be an asshole yeah

It’s like Sips thinks that by burying it 55 minutes into an hour long podcast he’s going to get away with saying he doesn’t have sympathy for anyone who isn’t straight and white. Like I understand the way he’s trying to couch it, by saying that it’s slacktivism or it’s not a genuine demonstration of support, or that he’s not required to demonstrate his support in any way. But when you find yourself following someone who actually represents something you really believe is hateful, how can you not care, just because well, he’s funny, and he doesn’t happen to hate you? I don’t think it’s fair to make a snap judgement about a person based on who they choose to follow on Twitter… rather, I think it’s very fair to make a judgement about how they rationalize continuing to follow that person. “He doesn’t hate me so it’s not my problem” is bullshit.

Sips pauses for a minute and comes back in a few minutes later, as though he realizes what he just blurted out:

Sips: I feel like this podcast would be way better if I could actually articulate my thoughts like in an intelligent manner or not just like being a dope

Lewis: this is what this is though I said at the very start the podcast it’s that words are not enough like we we I think we need speeches

Pyrion: ‘More than words,’ that’s this week’s theme is the song ‘More than Words’ by Extreme.

Lewis: prepared speeches that are finely honed and crafted to not-not-not cuz but a lot of time people to get the wrong end of the stick from this podcast they’re gonna think Lewis said this sentence and people are gonna take out of context and it’ll and it’ll mean so which is the opposite of what I meant

Interlude… that’s why I bothered to pull the transcripts out in the first place. Hard to argue I was fucking around with context when I’m cutting out fat chunks like this.

Sips: I meant yeah yeah I know

Lewis: it’s a very complex topic

Sips: alright I do my best I think I’m a reasonable person I don’t think I’m overly offensive to any one person or a group of people III don’t have hate in my heart for anything other than people who are sweaty at overwatch oh you know what I mean like I know I’m not going out of my way to like spread hate or to spread misery or whatever I think I’m like a pretty easygoing you know happy-go-lucky sort of sort of person.

Unfortunately nobody is handing out medals for bullshit, so your rambling appeal for sympathy was for naught, Sips.

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8/7/21

Hi boyfriend~

Just took a weed gummie in honor of Bonnie’s birthday weekend. My present for my friend is that I’ll suck it up and be an active participant in their life for a change. I’ll be game for a whole weekend. I got up early today and tagged along to volunteer at a charity 5k. We grabbed some coffee and wandered to the halfway point of the course (thus walking an entire 5k in the process! Not too shabby ;D), and then camped out a water station that I’d say should be very grateful I actually showed up to work its sorry ass. Bonnie didn’t have to do any managing/delegating, they just got to post up and chatter at the runners-by. I’m pretty sure if I didn’t go, and I promise I am not tooting my own horn, that water stand would not have been the fun water stand that it was. They would have had 2 dunces making it go worse, and only 3 people managing 4 tables of water cups. Volunteers man, what are you gonna do? I’m sure that’s why they were looking for 8 people per water stand, just to statistically ensure that SOMEONE with half a brain would be around to help out.

Great morning though. JUST a little too hot, but that’s how you know you were doing solid work out there. The proof is in the pits, baby!

Ok, 40 minute bathroom break is over. Man, nothing like starting the blog to make me SO productive in the mornings! It’s such a cheat code. I did laundry, dishes, pooped; my whole day is bright and available now! But now I’m tired and I don’t want to write anymore. I had about a 6 minute where I wanted to do this today and I actually hit it for a second before I had to stop and do ANYTHING ELSE I guess. So, fuck. What do we write now?

I had to get up suuuuper early for this 5k thing, and I only got like 4 hours of sleep because I did not factor in the early wake up until like 6pm yesterday, and I had already slept like 14 hours that day :I That’s right, I woke up, immediately crushed the blog, went back to laying down, played League, and watched tv and shit until I felt tired enough to sleep and get ready for the 5k, which was 2am. So now I have a weed gummie digesting in me and I have a nap climbing up my priority list and this is why I don’t like weed. I feel like I have to plan my fucking shit around it, and I’m not good at that. Part of me thinks I can crash right now and wake up before the drugs make me sleep for 2 hours longer than I want, and give me weird, unpleasant dreams. I can’t possibly pull that off, I’m not sleepy, I’m just like sluggish. So basically what I have to do now is power through into the “trip” (maybe I’ll luck out and miss it and I can just pretend I’m high, which I won’t do, but hey we’re brainstorming here), and let that smoothly transition me into a nap. And THAT would mean that I have to entertain myself for the time being to get me into a good place to start being high...? And then I can like power up my activities WHILE high, and that would be fun. Playing video games, great. Playing video game high? That’s the whole point of it. I mean like, that’s the whole point of life, right? And then I can be like NAPTIME BITCH, and that would be fun also, in theory. And then I can go put a podcast on and go to the movies? Ugh, I don’t want to go the movies anymore. I’m to tired :( This sucks.

I’m trying to go see Green Knight. I’m sure that sentence won’t matter at all in even like 4 months from now, but I think it should be a fun time. So much more productive than anything I can do from the desk. And it’s not summertime like this forever. You gotta get that shit in so you don’t think you miss it when the weather turns. You want to be sitting inside on a cold autumn day thinking “good riddance, being outside is entirely overrated.” And I’m not there yet. Man I don’t know. Well how bout this? Let’s do a little more brainstorming while I’m trapped here writing to your dumb ass. If you ever read these again this part will be like a little prank on you lol. Ok: 1: Stay here, no movie. Let’s lock that in. that should make having to navigate being high so much easier. Let’s let the pipe dream of doing everyone’s favorite thing of being at a theater high wait just a little longer. Today can be a trial run. We’ll walk around today and think about what it would be like if I had biked 20 minutes to a movie theater and watched a 2 hour movie and biked home. And when we suss out that it would have been unenjoyable, we’ll feel like geniuses for making this call. So that’s out of the way. LOCK IT IN

2. I don’t know yet. Let’s just start simple. Food. What’s up? We have almost no groceries. We have no bread for a tuna salad sandwich, but let’s put that in the to-do list. We need more english muffins too. That was an A+ 10/10 move last month. Just muffins w/ strawberry jam, and egg McMuffins whenever the fuck I wanted, which was always. Frozen Veggies like Corn or Beans would be good. Bag Chop Salad kits. They weren’t on sale last week, and it’s goddamn highway robbery when they’re at full price. So this week would be the perfect time to check in on ‘em. And I’ll commit more to an equivalent substitute this time if I can’t find a good deal. Let’s see, what else? Oof my wpm and accuracy is starting to take a hit. The first and only symptom! Nice! Miku. Meat. Spaghetti and meat sauce? Gotta check out what ragu shit you have in the house before you do that. Consider this your reminder! I know you’ve never successfully pulled that off, but I have full confidence in you. Oh fuck, now I’m starting to worry a little bit the coherent quality of this is about to start dropping. Well, another fun little prank for ya bitch! Fruit leathers? I just have no fucking idea. Ok, so shopping can 100% wait for another day. This isn’t anywhere close to a cohesive trip. So we can eat out somewhere! Great, lock it bitch. I’m starting to swear more; it’s because I can’t find the right words anymore. Oh boy, the weed smelling burps are happening. This really is so gross and difficult. Beer is just a more bitter version of soda. It’s actively refreshing. Damn, if only I’d been a little more exposed to peer pressure at an earlier age. I’d have been past this awkward uncomfortable phase of weed, like how I (and basically everyone) was with alcohol. You slam Natty Lites with your nose closed until you start to realize life is little more pleasurable than the absolute Kelvin zero you had come to be familiar with. Uh, ok, I’m starting to let my mind wander. He’s daydreaming, chief! I suppose I could just transcribe the dialogue of the daydreams, but I can’t keep up. This is just break o’clock.

3. What do I fucking eat!? I had to make a whole nother numbered point, and I still don’t have the plan. Jesus H,. Ok here’s what AROUND. Chex Mix, unopened. 1 Grape Soda. Cookie Dough Ice Cream (w choc sauce). Raisins, PB, Ramen, meh. Reese Cups! I just looked behind and was like, “oh yeah! Nice”. If that’s not everything, that’s REALLY close. So what’s calling my name? Pizza? Chinese? Damn, I might just have to play this by ear. Nothing at all sounds interesting, and I’m not the slightest bit hungry (we got free Dim Sum after the 5k. It was called the Dim Sum and Then Some 5k). Ok, so other options to keep on the back burner for later would be: Kebab, Chicken Sandwich, go get Pizza Rolls and Chippies at the store. Ok that’s enough options, that fuckin really took it outta me, I can’t believe it. My hands are kinda feeling heavier now too. I better think of a #4 thing to write about quick or I may lose all my inertia.

4. UMmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Movie time? I watch arrival and turn off all the lights and pop popcorn and have my soda? Where sunglasses and pretend they’re 3-D glasses? Maybe. Ugh, I can tell right now my eyes are gonna get bloodshot, or dry out or whatever. They already kinda hurt :(. It’s fine. I feel more good than not. Like I’m wrapped up in a blanket, even though I’m not. Maybe OH- Maybe I lay out on the beach chair and read in the sun with an ice coffee? Oh fuck that might actually be perfect. Then I can go no shirt and just feel nature, and maybe bugs are less troublesome when you’re high. And then I can pop Doughboys on and shower! Shower high, seems like a guaranteed home-run. Ok, I like it a lot. I have to do SOMETHING away from Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum or I’ll go crazy this weekend, especially if I have to tag in on occasion and “participate” for Bonnie’s Birthday. Which, let’s be clear, is the least I can do. It’s a gimme. I owe Bonnie AT LEAST this much, even just as like backpay for holidays or yore. Like if I have the zhuzh to punch in for birthday shtuff, I better do it, right? I just looked it up, it might officially be zhoosh, not zhuzh, but zhuzh appears to me to be the best way to do it. And there’s like 5 accepted spellings of it. Stupid, not helpful. Just because it employs a sound that has no [conformed] applications in the english language? Poor excuse! Oh man, it’s so early I can’t believe it! That 5k feels like a day ago, wild. Well, hey! Point 4 is finished. Moving on!

5. What to do tonight? Who gives a fuck. Figure that part out when you get there, it does not matter at all. There, numbered list over.

Ok so, let’s just wrap this up I guess. I’m cracking an hour here, that’s plenty. Maybe tonight you do a little PRE-WRITING before bed, so this isn’t so “chore-y”. Let’s just remember you seriously considered letting yourself down completely and bailing on the blog earlier this morning. So we need to keep our expectations at appropriate levels still. It’s this NEXT week that should be very interesting. Just in terms of output. A little more practice, and little more muscle-memory. A little less crap to distract me (I have been burning through non-stop crap youtube/tv this last week since coming home, it’s fantastic. I was gonna say it was sucky, or disgusting or something, but that’s a lie I tell to myself to pretend I’m more diligent than I actually am. ACCEPT who you are and love yourself for it)

I accept you and love you Max. Ok, I have to go, I feel like I’m gonna puke... awesome

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DDADDS SPOILERS

I found the cult ending thing in the game files but it was all jubled and in the wrong order so i did my best to transcribe it (also i accidentally deleted half of this post the first time I wrote this and i am d y i n g)

Yaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages. I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Josephs kids? And how will Amanda feel about all this? ...Well, we all have each other. That's what matters. I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day. Wait. I...am I tied up?! What the hell?! How did I get here? What's going on?! Joseph? Anybody? Don't panic. You're probably just dreaming. Why would there be a... ...a dungeon. An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here? This can't be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge. I'm...dreaming, or something.

‘’Oh I can guarantee this is real’’

I can see someone at the end of the hall. It's just a shape, I can barely make out any features. ‘’Who's there? Can you untie me?’’

It's a personal guarantee. A verbal handshake. Trust, if that's what you get off on. (no idea what this is referring to, sorry)

‘’Please, I-I don't know how I got here. I think there's been a mistake. You trust me right? I mean, why wouldn't you?’’ Joseph? Jesus, what is this? Are you into this kind of thing? I wish you would've warned me.’’ ‘’Into this kind of-? Hah! Ha ha! I always liked you, (first name). Goal oriented, anchored by family. The rock in a shallow sea. And down to pound, if you catch my meaning. I had a whale of a time last night. Get it? Whale? We talked extensively about whales last night? You don't really like them? ... You're not in a joking mood. I get that.’’ His voice is different. This whole situation is different. The way he's talking-it's- Dastardly? Sadistic? It can't be both. Throw another one in there. Wrathful. That one's good. Wait-How did he-? ‘’I'm very perceptive. A good listener. I heard all those impure thoughts, (first name), and about a married man, no less. I'm pretty sure that's a sin. ‘’Who are you?’’ ‘’I told you, I'm a cool youth minister. Have you seen my tattoos? Were you even watching me tear it up on the dance floor? You used to be a lot more fun. Well, hi. My name is Joseph. I have an alcoholic whore wife, whose life I destroyed.’’ Poor mary-And their kids- Joseph laughs. ‘’My kids? Those aren't my kids. Well they are my kids. In a way. Cosmically. I guess you could call them my vessels. And in that case I guess that technically makes me not a Dad. Woops. Sorry to kill that little fantasy for you.’’ ‘’Joseph, this is insane. So the whole minister thing...that's just a front for this weird sex dun-’’ Joseph starts laughing hysterically. He wipes a tear from his eye. ‘’Oh, that's so cute. You think this is a sex thing. I mean, it's kind of a sex thing. The safe word is Jimmy Buffet. (first name), there are powers at work so far beyond your understanding that the very idea that I would sink to some half-baked sex game is a little insulting. All that religion mumbo-jumbo wasn't entirely false. I am a man of the cloth, just not the cloth you're thinking of. I am the conduit for something beautiful (first name). Something pure. And you have the honor of being part of it. I know that sounds kinda hokey but stick with me, I promise I'll get back to being relatably cool in a second. Where you really are is under the house. Or I guess, under the houses.’’ ‘’The houses? Are we-under the cul-de-sac?’’ ‘’Hey, deductive reasoning! Points for (first name)!’’ ‘’How did nobody notice a dungeon underneath the town? Sombody would have had to.’’ ‘’All dead. Everyone who figured it out, that is. And it's not a dungeon. Dungeons are for old castles and twelve year olds. This place is-how would I describe it? Inhabiting many spaces. The betweens of the world. The gaps in mathematics. It's quite simply beyond you, I'm afraid. Just think of it as the real Margarita Zone.’’ This is too much-my head hurts. ‘’(first name), ever wonder where all the wives and husbands in town went? Why everyones an eligible single father?’’ ‘’...I thought it was a coincidence.’’ ‘’Nothings a coincidence, idiot. No town in America has such a concentration of eligible, willing Dads. And do you want to know why.’’ ‘’I don't know if I do, Joseph.’’ ‘’Because of me. Because of my work. Because of my loyalty.’’ ‘’Loyalty? You're insane.’’ ‘’Profoundly.’’ ‘’How many couples have I pushed to divorce? How many wives and husbands have I hunted in the dark?’’ ‘’Wait-Amandas mom/dad-Cora/Alex-it can't be!’’ ‘’I unfortunately can't take credit for that one. It seems entropy beat me to the punch.’’ I don't know if that's a relief or not. ‘’But man, what if I had? The look on your face would've been priceless. Maple Bay is a psychic beacon of unfathomable power, but it requires sacrifice. It needs to feed on those deep, unquenchable pangs of anguish. And all to get these very good friends of ours here, in my town, and my father's town, and his father before him. Hurting for human touch. Praying for the salvation of kindness.’’ ‘’I don't understand.’’ ‘’Of course you don't. You were out there gallivanting about, seducing all the hottest single Dads. Messling in something you have no understanding of. A greatness you could not concieve. Out there, in the dark of the sea, lies something that has been waiting to return for a hundred milion years. It showed the path to Jonah, my ancient ancestor, as it has shown the path to me. And I will fuck each Dad whose life I destroy until the shame and stink of their failures has returned our eternal king to life. The fuel of a hundred thousand rank darknesses of the soul.’’ Wow. ‘’Do you have anything you'd like to say?’’

‘’I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do.’’ ‘’What about Amanda?’’ (I think you can choose between those two?)

‘’Just kidding! You don't get to choose. I know you're used to being in control here. But now it's my turn. and don't worry yourself about Amanda.’’ ‘’If you touch her-’’ ‘’Please, (first name), give me some credit. Look at my pedigree. If I do my job, I won't even have to. Now you'll excuse me, there's some other buisness I need to attend to. Your dear friend Robert has been awfully worried about you. I think it's about time that miserable drunk gets one last visit from the Dover Ghost.’’ This is a nightmare. ‘’A beautiful nightmare, wouldn't you agree? All along you've been living a dream, Daddy. Now it's time to wake up.’’ Oh man. This is bad. This is very bad. How long was I out? When is he coming back? How do I get out of here? A hand slips over my mouth. ‘’Don't say anything. Hell, don't even think anything. It's okay, (first name). It's me. Mary I'm gonna get you out of here.’’ She kneels down and starts working on the ropes around my ankles. ‘’I gotta be honest, I didn't like you at first.’’ ‘’I guess I did try to break up your marr-’’ ‘’Shh! Shut up for once. Look, truth is I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for the both of us. I don't think you're a bad person, despite what you might think of me. I don't want it to end like this. Not again.’’ I raise my eyebrows at her. ‘’Come on. Who do you think lived in that house before you?’’ I- ‘’Don't think about it. Not right now. He's coming. Run kid.’’ Mary finishes untying me and disappears. I have to get out of here. I get out of the chair and run as fast as I can down the hallway outside of my holding cell. Eventually I run out of breath. I can't keep sprinting. Not with these Dad knees. I check myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and-this thing in my pocket. The pocket knife that Robert gave me. If I have to defend myself, this is all I have. Looking ahead of me, I can't see the end of the hallway. It bends further up there. I look back and can't even see where I started. I guess the only thing I can do is keep going and hope there's a way out on the other end. If there is an other end. The hallway bends and twists. Sometimes it gets smaller, to the point where I have to crawl on my hands and knees to get through. sometimes it expands into a great cavern where I can't even see the ceiling. I see no way out other that to keep moving forward. I don't know how long I've been walking, but my body aches with soreness. I'm long past dehydration. My head is pounding. My vision is blurred. I lean up against the walls of the hallway for support. I'm not sure how I'm still going. And yet still here I am. I've been walking for what I think must be days. It could be weeks-months. The exhaustion has sunk into my bones. I drift in and out of consciousness. I think I've slept, if you can call it sleep. My dreams are plagues with nightmares of being chased down this hallway. I see Josephs kids. They hide in the shadows. They're coming to drag me back to Joseph. Oh god, Joseph. I can see his face so clearly in those dreams. I don't know why I keep moving, why I keep placing foot in front of the other. My clothes are tattered and my shoes have worn through. My hell is inescapable. Until... It's-a door. A door at the end of the hallway. I place my hand on the know, seeing for the first time my gnarled fingernails and stretched, papery skin. I open the door and walk through. ...I'm in my house?! How did that-? Amanda rushes into the room, wrapping her arms around me in a ferocious bear hug. ‘’Where have you been!? Are you okay? I tried calling you like thirty times!’’ ‘’A...Amanda?’’ ‘’What happened? Did the boat break down or something?’’ ‘’Oh-I-um-’’ ‘’You know what? I'm just glad you're home.’’ I look down at myself and my clothes. They're-there. My shoes are on. My fingernails aren't gnarled. I feel fine. I hug Amanda again. Nothing has ever felt as good in my entire life. I have to choke back tears of relief. ‘’Amanda-I'm-so glad to see you. You have no idea.’’ ‘’Wow, one night at sea.’’ ‘’You didn't see a whale, did you? You poor thing.’’ No whale could keep me from my daughter. ‘’You're damn right. ‘’You know what? You need breakfast. A very greasy breakfast.’’ ‘’That sounds amazing.’’ Amanda skips out of the room. This is all so confusing-was it a dream? ‘’By the way, is it okay if Emma P. comes over tonight?’’ ‘’Emma P.?’’ ‘’You know, my best friend?’’ ‘’Oh, sure. Wait-I thought-isn't Emma R. your best friend? She has red hair? You do art together? You pooped in her bed doring that sleepover one time?’’ ‘’Oh right, my mistake. Teenager brain, you know?’’ I sit down on the couch, suddenly very exhausted. All I want is to have a big plate of hashbrowns with my daughter by my side while I quietly work on my word jumbles. I reach over to the coffee table and grab my trusty book of jumbles. This is-this is a crossword puzzle. I stare at it for too long. ‘’Hey Amanda?’’ Amanda pops her head in from the kitchen. ‘’Working hard on these eggs, Dadtron. If you want the perfect over-medium I gotta be in the zone.’’ ‘’When's your birthday?’’ ‘’Why, did you get me something?’’ ‘’No, seriously. When's your birthday.’’ ‘’My birthday? Dad, really? Do I have to answer this?’’ ‘’I have seen a lot of weird stuff today, Amanda. Humor me.’’ ‘’My birthday is- It's- Nothing get's past you, huh? You know, I almost had you going there for a sec. Was it the crossword puzzle that gave it away? You know, I try so hard to nail the details. Like, cooking you breakfast? Over-medium eggs with hash browns? Come on. That's so you.’’ ‘’....’’ ‘’And my Amanda impression? I really think I stuck the landing on her irreverent yet wholesome tone. The whole ''manic pixie dream daughter'' thing? I should've been on Broadway with these chops. I feel like you're not appreciating how much work I've put in here.’’ Amanda turns ash black, her clothes, har and bracelets collapsing into concentric rings of pitch-dark smoke. Cracks begin to form along the walls around me. I look down and see the floor collapsing in tiles. As the walls crumble, I see where I truly am. ‘’Almost got away, huh?’’ ‘’Dunno how you got out of those ropes. You're a crafty one, aren't you?’’ ‘’Mary.’’ ‘’Oh right! Mary! She's rocking the tag team with you, isn't she? Funny, here I was thinking marriage was about trust. You know I thought I was gonna take care of Robert, and then here you were trying to make your escape and honestly (first name) you're just killing my whole timeline here.’’ Wait-Robert. As quickly as I can, I pull his folding knife out of my pocket, and lunge for Joseph, throwing all my force into him. Joseph knocks the knife out of my hand. It skitters across the room. Aw, man. ‘’(first name), I thought we were cool. I thought we had a thing here. What happened to Margarita Zone? Welp, sorry bud, but I guess I'm gonna have to do ya dirty. Doing dirty means I have to kill you.’’ Joseph wraps his hands around my neck, smiling as he tightens his grip. ‘’What's wrong? You were to into this last night.’’ I have no strength left to fight him. This is it. Isn't it? The world goes quiet around me. All I can think about is Amanda. I miss her so much. I'm sorry Amanda. I love you more than anything. Please be good.

Josephs eyes go wide. He releases his grip on me and I gasp in air. He turns around. It's over, Joseph. ‘’Honey, sweetie, you-you stabbed me.’’ ‘’You stole so much of my life from me.’’ Joseph backs away from Mary, clutching the wound on his shoulder. ‘’Sweetheart-we can work this out.’’ ‘’I'm done with you.’’ ‘’Father?’’ Chris peeks into the doorway behind Mary. He looks different. Behind him are Christian, Christie, and Crish, who all creep into the room. ‘’Father-we're so hungry. Won't you feed us father?’’ Mary turns to me and holds out a hand. ‘’Hey, sailor. It's time to go.’’ The children corner Joseph as I crawl to Mary, who pulls me into the hallway. I look back into the room at the horror I had escaped. I-it's- The more I look at it, the more it seems to break my mind. I turn away, my head pounding. ‘’This body is but a conduit, Mary! I'll see you in your nightmares!’’ What the hell? My eyes open and I shoot up in bed, gasping for air. ‘’Dad!’’ Amanda leaps off of the chair in my room and attacks me with a hug. ‘’Amanda!’’ This is the best hug of my life. ‘’I was so worried about you!’’ ‘’I'm so happy to see her again!’’ Wait. ‘’Amanda-whens your birthday?’’ ‘’Dad, did you forget again? It's March 22nd. You got me a record player and we ate ice cream cale at the beach? But then I dropped the ice cream cake and got sand all over it?Remember?’’

I-I remember that. ‘’Panda I missed you so much. What-what happened?’’ ‘’You don't remember? The yacht sank. The rescue crews had to pull you out of the water. That was a few days ago.’’ ‘’Where's Joseph?’’ ‘’They found something in the Yacht wreckage. Some documents that showed he was embezzling funds from the church. Nobody's seen him since. There's a detective here who's been waiting to talk to you. He's nice but he's drinking all of our coffee. Lemme go grab him.’’ ‘’Wait-’’ ‘’Yeah?’’ ‘’Amanda, I love you so much.’’ ‘’I love you too, Dad.’’ Amanda skips out of the room, and in a moment Mary enters with- ...the guy I saw in the hallway. ‘’Rise and shine, bucko.’’ ‘’Mary-are you okay?’’ ‘’You know it was a real shame what happened to Joseph. I had no idea he was doing what he was doing to the church. And I can't believe he ran once the feds showed up, leaving me to take care of our four beautiful children on my own. But don't worry, they're staying with my parents out in the midwest til this all blows over.’’ Mary stares at me, waiting for me to say something. ‘’Good answer.’’ ‘’Glad to see you've both got your story straight.’’ ‘’I'm happy you're okay. I was worried about you.’’ ‘’Thanks, Mary.’’ Mary cracks a smile before turning and leaving my room. ‘’Take it sleazy, fellas.’’ ‘’Once the door closes, the man pulls up a chair and sits next to my bed. You don't know me, but I know a lot about you, (first name). Been keeping tabs on you for a while.’’ ‘’Who are you?’’ ‘’Graves. Detective Saul Graves. There's strange and mysterious forces at work here in Maple Bay. What you saw down there-what we both saw down there-I don't know if I'll ever be able to forget it. And I get the feeling that you wont be able to, either. But it's my job to get to the bottom of this.’’ ‘’So what does that mean for me?’’ ‘’It means to live your life like none of this ever happened. Go be happy. Go raise your daughter. Go fall in love. Be well, (first name).’’ Saul walks to the door of my bedroom, but stops. He turns to me. ‘’And- I know it's hard to raise a kid as a single parent. Even I lost my wife under mysterious circumstances. Little Barry and I have been on our own for a while now, and if there's one thing I've learned through all of this, it's that us Dads have to help each other out. Get some rest. But if you're not doing anything later-maybe you give me a call.’’

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#ddadds spoilers #dream daddy spoilers #joseph christiansen #joseph cult end

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genesisarclite · 7 years

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Constants and Variables, Pt. 10

And here we go, the chapter where things finally start falling apart. Sorry this took so long. Enjoy, and feedback is always a wonderful thing!

For nearly three hours, Aislinn just sat in her pod, book in hand, but the words kept swimming before her eyes and danced off the page into the empty space around her hands. The time now nearing eighteen hundred, other employees were either going to their pods or wandering off to the cafeteria or other amenities offered by the facility. The book, despite being one of her favorites, provided no distraction at all, as she wished instead to not be sitting alone, but feeling as though she would burst into senseless babbling should she speak to anyone, so she just scrunched up tighter and focused her mind on the words once more, but this only ever lasted a few minutes at most.

Kelstrup’s words swirled inside her head, over and over. She felt as though, somehow, Morgan would figure out she had been at his terminal. The screen hadn’t been as he had left it, after all. Maybe, with some strange new power, he would be able to sense that she had been there.

Any minute now, he would call her back to the office. Any minute now, they would strip out her neuromod and throw her in the brig for breaching protocol. Any minute now. Any minute now.

Her body still trembled. The longer she sat here, transcribe sitting beside her in plain sight, the worse she felt.

Any minute now, Morgan would call her up.

Snapping the book shut, she buried her face in her hands. That only made the thoughts more vivid.

If the Elizabeth Paige she was supposed to hunt for had never left the station, but had definitely been here at one time, that, combined with the unwanted knowledge she now possessed, made her think that the worst had come to pass for her. That Matt would never see her again. But then, maybe she had just vanished – lost in the GUTS, maybe, or drifting in space, in eternal orbit around the station–

But no. Everyone wore tracking bracelets. They would have found her.

Her transcribe beeped and began to vibrate, startling her out of her thoughts. She bumped her head on the roof of the pod, let loose a few choice words in response, and picked up the device.

The name on the screen almost made her heart stop.

She clicked it on and held it to her ear. “Y– ye–” Swallowing and licking her lips, she fought for what little control and courage she could dredge up from deep within. “Yes, sir?”

“Please come up to my office. We need to talk.”

Her teeth clamped together. “Yes, sir.” She waited until he disconnected before she switched hers off and dropped it with a thud back to the sheets, pulling her knees close to her chest, trying to stay in control of her breathing, even as her heart pounded away beneath her ribs. Unless she removed her tracking bracelet – virtually impossible without cutting tools that were more likely to injure her before they actually sliced apart the band – there was nowhere she could go. She could EVA, but she had never actually been in space, and dying by asphyxiation would take a long time. Radiation poisoning? No, even worse than the few alternatives she already had.

No. It was better to just face him and accept whatever fate he had in mind.

Her legs almost didn’t hold her up when she slid out of her pod and dropped to the ground after making the careful climb down. Her knees shook with every step, unwarranted noises of anxiety choking her like a noose as she walked, held back only by sheer force of will. She wanted to scream, to cry, to run, to throw things, the terror of the unknown punishment he had in store for her turning her into an incoherent mess.

Maybe it wasn’t about that, she tried to tell herself. Maybe it was something good.

Other employees gave her sidelong looks as she walked, though she squared her shoulders and kept her chin up. She took the elevator back down to the lobby and somehow made it back up the stairs to his office level. Jason was gone now, his terminal powered off, so she entered the keycode and stepped inside.

It was still dark. Morgan stood in front of his desk, leaning back onto it, with his arms folded across his chest. Despite her nerves, she still took him in, noticing the stance emphasized his broad shoulders and chest – a stance meant to intimidate, then, perhaps, or maybe he hadn’t thought of that at all.

He raised a hand, palm out toward her. “Please come here.”

She did as he asked, flexing her fingers at her sides, but forcing herself to meet his eyes. A few feet away, she stopped and rolled her shoulders. Despite his cold, predatory gaze, she could still see the man she had fallen for, features that had drawn her in, and even now, his eyes were just so beautiful.

The silence drew out a long time. “Do you know why you’re here, Aislinn?” He maintained a tone of perfect calm.

“I... think I might, sir.” His name didn’t feel appropriate right now.

“Yes, I think you do.” His tone never changed.

As she waited, she shifted her weight and did her best to keep her eyes on his.

The silence stretched out far too long. When he spoke again, it was with the same unblinking stare he had given her before. “I returned to my terminal to find the screen on my emails and the draft I had been creating minimized,” he said. “I know which screen I left it on, Aislinn. Care to explain your actions?”

She knew she couldn’t mention Mikhaila or Matt. Saying she searched for the sake of other people, even without saying who they were, would only prompt more questions. Claiming she searched for her own sake wasn’t entirely inaccurate, even if she would have to wrap it in lies if he pushed further. As it stood, she was probably in enough trouble.

“Been wonderin’ what’s going on in Psychotronics,” she said, again flexing her fingers. “Saw an opportunity and took it, sir. Won’t deny I did it.” The trembling came back.

Morgan’s gaze never wavered. “You know what happens to people who go looking in places they shouldn’t.”

She swallowed. “Yes, sir,” she said, voice small.

“Yes, of course.” Fabric rustled as he straightened, taking a step closer. She clamped down on the instinct to bolt, knowing it would just make things far worse. “Psychotronics is a secret place for a reason, Aislinn. We keep its secrets locked down to protect the people on this station. It’s called ‘departmentalization’. Only a select few know what’s going on down there, and if we don’t keep it that way...” He smiled. “...unfortunate things happen.”

Her tongue flopped around in her mouth. “Yes, sir.”

“You can always ask, though, Aislinn. I can’t guarantee a response, but there’s no harm in asking.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you nervous, Aislinn? Afraid, even?”

“...yes, sir.”

“Afraid we’ll send you back Earthside? Remove your neuromod? Or perhaps... throw you in the brig? Subject you to the experiments in Psychotronics?” Another step. Aislinn refused to run, refused to give in to her cowardice, keeping her eyes fixed on his. She felt like prey being played with by a cat, finding it more annoying than frightening. Morgan in and of himself didn’t frighten her, though he unnerved her. It was the power he and Alex wielded that frightened her. “That would be a terrible thing. The more secrets you know, the worse the punishment.”

“Out with it already,” she finally snapped. “No offense, sir, but if you’re gonna EVA me into space to die or whatever, I just wanna get it over with.”

A few moments of silence passed. His eyes closed, the smile widening, and a chuckle came from deep in his chest. She gaped at him, not sure whether to be irritated or terrified. “Aislinn, you needn’t worry. It’s true, if my brother or HR knew about this, you’d be in trouble.” His eyes opened again, flicking back to hers. “According to policy, I’m supposed to notify Alex, security, and HR immediately upon discovering an information breach.”

Her mouth worked a bit, then, “But you’re not.”

“No, of course not. I merely want you to understand what can happen. As far as I’m concerned, there’s no need to do anything further, not at this time. You can relax.”

“Mor– Morgan, what– that’s–”

“Not within acceptable policy or procedure? No, but I know you.”

A chill passed through her. She still couldn’t relax. “Morgan... that’s favoritism, you know.”

He rested both hands on his hips and took another small step forward. Now he stood a breath away from her, so close that she could see all the tiny details in his face – a pair of tiny pale scars, a lighter ring of amber around each pupil, the way some of the hair grew out at a strange angle – and made her shiver again, for a different reason.

He lifted an eyebrow. “So?”

The huskiness to his voice in that single word made her skin prickle. Like before, her eyes found his lips, lingering a beat too long, causing heat to creep over the tips of both ears. He wasn’t denying it. He wasn’t denying it.

“Uh... right.” His beautiful, dark eyes completely eliminated her ability to think coherently. “So, ah... can I go, then?”

“Do you want to?”

She blinked, once, twice, three times. “N– not the– I need to g– just need to–” Gritting her teeth to stop the idiocy falling out of her mouth, she turned on her heel and left the office. Rude, maybe, but the alternative involved maybe saying things she didn’t mean to, no matter how much she wanted to. She’d survived this time. She wasn’t sure she’d be so lucky if she did something stupid a second time.

She growled softly in her throat and ran a hand over her face before pinching the bridge of her nose.

If. More like when.

After the day shifts had all ended and the few night workers had gone about their tasks, Aislinn woke to the buzzing of her transcribe. She smoothed down her hair, switched the device completely off, and tucked it in her pocket before climbing past sleeping crew to land with a gentle touch on the floor. Her tracking bracelet would instantly betray her if she caused too much commotion or went anywhere she didn’t need to, so went at a casual pace out of the habitation pods and down the hall. As before, the lights were turned low, the shadows thick in the corners, masking her movements somewhat as she passed by the many closed doors of the higher-ranked employees.

Toward the end was Mikhaila’s room. The plaque beside the door, made of smooth gray metal and ringed with strips of real silver, illuminated the words “M. Ilyushin” in brilliant white. For a moment, she just stood there, wondering if this was such a good idea. Being attracted to the same man this woman had once – or perhaps still – loved ran the risk of making things awkward, no matter how good her intentions. Now, showing up unannounced, might just make things worse.

She took a deep breath and knocked.

The rooms were pretty well soundproofed; the only warning she got of the occupant unlocking the door was a click from within the mechanism before it hissed open. Mikhaila, out of her suit and dressed in an undershirt and simple pants, blinked at her before frowning. “Aislinn? What’re you doing here?”

“Can... I come in?” Aislinn looked all around, as though something would leap at her from the darkness.

“Depends on why,” the other woman said firmly.

Aislinn sighed, more to ease her nerves than anything, and said, “I found information.”

Instantly, the woman’s eyes narrowed, and she took a step back. “Come on,” she said, giving Aislinn’s arm a gentle tug with her fingertips. When the door closed, she faced Aislinn totally. “Alright, I’m listening.”

“Morgan left his terminal unlocked, and I got a look at an email from, ah... Kel...” She squinted, trying to recall the name.

“Kelstrup.” Mikhaila breathed in through her nose. “Director of Psychotronics.”

“Yeah. Wait, you know who he is, then?”

“Of course. Been trying to get info on what he’s doing for months. What did you find?”

She shook her head, then squeezed her temples with both hands. “Ah... something about running out of Volunteers and needing to pick up some more. Something about... using them to extract materials for neuromods, I don’t know. I have a lot of theories, but no solid evidence yet, y’know?”

Mikhaila folded her arms. “The same position I was in not long ago,” she said. “Morgan was supposed to help me. He said he would help me. That– in fact, that was the initial reason I approached him.” She looked at the floor. “He seemed a little out there, but nice enough to get friendly with, much nicer than his brother. I figured I could use him to get information, but I didn’t expect him to like me back.”

“You were–” Aislinn stared at her a long moment. “You used him?”

Mikhaila looked back at her. “Yes, and now I'm asking you do the same. I know you’re attracted to him, and I heard he seems to like you. You can use that, you know.”

Aislinn didn’t speak for nearly half a minute, getting her temper under control. It was none of this woman’s business what she and Morgan did or didn’t get up to. It was no one’s business. “Anyway,” she said at last, “I’ll see what else I can find, but... I don’t know if I can.”

“I tried to get some sensors installed on the doors near that place. I tried breaking into the volunteer database, or getting other employees to get information for me. I’m looking for one Volunteer in particular, and so far, I’ve had no luck. You, on the other hand, since you are part of the maintenance crew, might have better luck.”

Aislinn breathed in deep. “I’m not pullin’ strings for you. Especially not by usin’ Morgan to–”

“This is bigger than you or Morgan now,” Mikhaila interrupted sharply. “You’ve got to understand what’s at stake. This isn’t about one man, or even a dozen. This is about all of TranStar, and, if the rumors are true, Earth. Aislinn, I wouldn’t ask, I swear to you I wouldn’t ask, if it wasn’t so important, okay?”

“Then tell me why it’s gotta be me, and what’s at stake, and I might start carin’ a little more.”

“Is it because of Morgan, or something else?”

“It’s–” Again regaining control of her temper, she wrung her hands, scowling. “I never shoulda mentioned him to you. I just needed to confide in someone, and obviously I chose the wrong–”

“I loved Morgan.” Mikhaila’s eyes seemed to blaze, even as the corners of her mouth turned down. “I loved him, so much, more than you could ever know. I had to share him with every wandering eye he passed, okay? It’s not like you are the first to mention it to me, but the others had the excuse of not knowing I loved him.” Her hands balled into fists. “Asking you to use him, knowing you care about him? It kills me. But I want my second chance with him, but he doesn’t even know me. He doesn’t know me, he doesn’t love me. He threw me out of his office, shouting at me about my condition and– and what he’d found out about me. I couldn’t... I can’t...”

Aislinn stared at her, anger fizzing out, as the other woman buried her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook, but no sound came out of her. When she raised her head again, her eyes were red.

“I hate the fact that some other woman got close, but I’m not going to let it affect my relationship to you, okay? He doesn’t love me anymore. I don’t know he ever really loved me, seeing how fast he kicked me out when things got bad between us. If you want him, and he wants you back, fine. Have at him. Not that you need permission from me to do so, of course, but, it doesn’t matter. This is still more important than him.”

Aislinn suddenly felt like she really didn’t belong here. She couldn’t tell her the real reason Morgan cut the relationship off, and telling her about the guilt building up inside would not only be impossible to put into words, but make things worse.

“Okay, Mika, I get it,” she said. “I’ll... let you know if I find out more.”

Mikhaila stepped away from the door and gestured at it with one hand. “Thank you, Aislinn. You don’t... you can’t know how much this means to me. Just do what you can.”

She stepped out of the room, gritting her teeth once she was alone again.

Stuck between what Mikhaila wanted and what she wanted felt like being pulled apart until her entrails would just explode into dust. The guilt, compounded by the knowledge that they were too far apart on the ladder for it to end any way but badly, now wrapped itself around an image of Mikhaila’s pained eyes and dug its claws into her heart.

The wound opened by the breakup was just still too fresh.

Aislinn went to the Fitness Center, keying in the code she’d received months ago, went straight past the lockers, up the stairs, over to one of the punching bags, and threw her fist directly at it.

The impact jolted her entire arm up to the shoulder and rattled her joints, the strike making a very loud sound. The bag swung backward in a neat arc and returned; she punched it again, and again, and again, ignoring the slowly increasing pain in both fists with each strike, leaving dents in the leather that cleared and reformed with each one. Soon, she matched each hit with a cry of frustration, over and over, echoing in the chamber of glass and metal.

The last strike made her knuckles pop. The pain made her head spin.

Aislinn fell to her knees, pulling off her gloves and looking down at her fists. They were bluish in color, the skin skimmed off from striking the inner padding, and one welled up fresh red blood when she flexed it. Pain prickled across her joints; tears blurred her vision as she walked over to the only cabinet in the room and pulled out some gauze, quickly wrapping her hands in it until it was pulled tight and taped shut.

She wasn’t sure relieving her anger had been worth injuring herself over.

She sat down on the floor, back against the wall, bowed her head, and let herself cry in misery for a while, hating herself for it, but needing to get it out all the same. The only way she would escape this was getting sent back Earthside, her neuromod removed. It was pure, selfish self-pity, but she didn’t fight it. Didn’t want to.

Even though Morgan’s behavior this trial had been the strangest yet, she couldn’t deny what she wanted. Right now, in her misery and anxiety, what she wanted was his presence, to hear his voice, and she still wanted him to kiss her, forgetting rules and regulations and policies and procedures. Her two boyfriends had been wonderful when she had managed to be with them, and now she missed them, too. She wanted someone to wrap his arms around her and just hold her, and instead, she was left cold, empty, alone, on the floor.

After a while, hollow, she stared at the wall, then hauled herself to her feet, pulling her gloves back on. Squaring her shoulders, she left the fitness center, finding it still empty, and walked out into the main lobby with all its shadows. They still felt as though they would leap at her and consume her if she lingered too long, so she stayed in the pools of light and paced instead, too awake now to go back to her pod.

The security station was locked when she looked at it, and a camera stared right at it, so she steered clear of it after a brief glance and kept searching. She would never get into the executive suites, and going anywhere near them might disturb the brothers – it was after ten and dead quiet, but the chance of them being asleep versus awake was split fifty-fifty. Going up to see Morgan not only would be absurd and idiotic, but also risked getting the attention of Alex.

She shivered at the thought of drawing the CEO’s critical eye.

Going down to the lower decks also wouldn’t get her anywhere. All security stations – the only place she could think there might be a chance of finding more information – would be locked down or under guard. Places like the Volunteer Quarters would be under equal amounts of scrutiny. With her tracking bracelet on and active, there was no way she could ever go anywhere except where she absolutely needed to be.

Resorting to underhanded tactics to get information was not only something she preferred not to resort to, but also ran the risk of getting her caught and thrown in the brig.

But Matt needed to know about the woman, Elizabeth Paige. Mikhaila wanted to know what was causing the problems with her staff. She herself wanted to know what was going on in Psychotronics. The implication of this being somehow “bigger” than all of them was enough to keep her interest, but her self-preservation instinct gave her pause.

If she kept pushing, something awful could happen. And that was still putting aside what she could end up doing to Morgan.

She returned to her pod, clamped down on her thoughts, and forced herself to sleep.

Nearly a month passed, more or less in a blur, as Aislinn snapped back to reality. In an effort to keep her mind off her ever-increasing number of questions, she threw herself into her work, pulling longer shifts and falling into bed, and asleep, almost immediately upon returning to her pod. She went to the Fitness Center from time to time, mostly just to punch the bag again, though with her knuckles taped and her suit stuffed in a locker, leaving her in just light pants and an undershirt. She avoided the cafeteria and did her best to avoid Morgan, not even seeing him once during the entire month. How such fortune had befallen her, she didn’t know, but it was not something she was about to question.

On a Friday afternoon, she went to the Fitness Center again, this time idly tapping the bag with her fists, occasionally letting loose harder strikes, but mostly just nudging it around. There were a few other employees in the atrium, but most were down in the pool, the one place she didn’t go, even though all Fitness Center members had swimsuits issued to them. Right now, all she cared about was making her thoughts stay away by punching something.

During that month, in her bid to avoid Morgan and anything resembling work beyond what she was being paid for, she began inquiries – small ones, mostly, some involving a bit of pocket bribery. At first, people she asked ignored her or sent her on her way with stern words. Ask about the state of the crew? Nothing was wrong. Ask about missing persons? There were none. Weird material from the recyclers? Rubbish.

Then, when asked how she was feeling, she used the magic words: I keep having weird dreams.

With that, it was like cracking open a dam. Me too was a common response. I know some people having recurring dreams was another. A pattern emerged – the inky blackness between the stars, staring back without being seen – and more and more people opened up to her. She never again made direct inquiries, but learned to ask without asking, looking for tiny hints and indications of things that were just... wrong.

And another pattern, broken up like shattered glass, also emerged.

The dreams had started with the Psychotronics staff. In recent months, they had begun to spread to the rest of the station, as far away as Crew Quarters or the Power Plant. Every single dream described shared the common element of the darkness looking back at the person. The locations were all different, but that one element united them.

Three people mentioned recycling something and purple material coming out the other end.

One person said a gardener had gone missing overnight.

Aislinn struck the bag with a particularly hard hit, making it creak as it swung away from her a bit, feeling a frown – a seemingly permanent one, lately – hardening her features.

“You finally showed up, huh?” Matt’s familiar voice drew her attention, finding him smiling at her. It had been so long since he’d genuinely smiled that it startled her and wiped the frown off her face. “Good. Wow, look at you, all that muscle. Bet you could pick me up with one hand, couldn’t you?”

She managed to give him a small smile. “Maybe. Not sure how much I can lift right now.”

“Should we find out?” He pointed at the racks of dumbbells.

Finding it a welcome distraction, she decided to humor him and followed him over. She started small – twenty, thirty, fifty – and found each lifting easily. It startled her, and also worried her, despite the potential power now available to her. What had the neuromod done to her brain to enable such rapid muscle growth?

When she picked up one hundred with only a little strain, Matt raised both eyebrows. “I’m, uh... wow.”

Aislinn examined her arms, flexing her fingers and watching the tendons twitch in her forearm. She lacked the veiny look of bodybuilders, but there were more blue veins visible now under the skin. The neuromod had done all the work of months of weightlifting and conditioning in a few days.

She lowered her arms. A shortcut to greatness, in the form of materials of questionable origin and a simple needle through the eye. “I don’t like it,” she muttered. “Feels like cheating.”

“It is,” he said. “But people pay through the nose for these things. Live a little longer, speak a new language, run faster... and no work put into any of it. Six million a pop as a baseline price, and some people down ‘em like happy pills. Nobody knows what it does to the brain, if you pile up enough of them.”

She had to bite her tongue to keep from mentioning Morgan’s trials. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“Neither did I. Nobody does, when you work on Talos.”

“What’d you get?”

“Nothing half as exciting as lifting heavy stuff, just some memory enhancement. I went boring.” He gave her a lopsided smile. “Whatever. It fulfilled the requirements and made them shut up about it.”

“Yeah,” she said, just as a hush fell over the room.

She and Matt both turned at the same time, looking toward the top of the stairwell. Emma Beatty, the station’s personal trainer and lead fitness instructor, appeared out of the shadows first. She was a slim, muscular woman, in workout clothes stamped with the TranStar logo, her hair pulled back tight behind her head. She could put almost any of them to shame, or so Aislinn had heard, able to run further and lift longer than many of those who joined her. Now she walked with a spring in her step, though a serious expression masked her features.

But that hadn’t been what had so hushed the small group in the atrium. A few steps behind followed Morgan, lacking the uniform, instead dressed in a skintight black tank and loose-fitting red pants, too focused on the back of Emma’s head to pay anyone else any mind, his expression focused and serious.

Aislinn bit the inside of her lip. In her few fleeting touches on his shoulder and chest, she had gotten some idea of the body below the fabric, but here it was on full display, broad-shouldered and narrow through the waist and hips, muscle twitching along each arm and down his back with even the smallest movement. This was a man who paid attention to how he looked and felt, she knew instantly, the picture of perfect health.

“Aislinn.” Matt prodded her very hard in the ribs, snapping her out of her staring. “It’s rude to gawk, you know.”

“I was– what? I wasn’t...” One look at his skeptical eyes shut her up.

Most of the others filed out by the time she finished a weightlifting routine with Matt as her spotter. Lacking previous knowledge of the activity meant a few dropped weights, nearly hitting herself in the face, and pulling a muscle in her back, after which Matt chastised her, called for a halt, and went to retrieve the Crew Quarters Medical Operator, which happened to be downstairs near the entrance to the area.

In the meantime, she sat down, gritting her teeth from the pain, found an awkward position that didn’t put more pressure on her back, and decided to just wait it out.

Which eventually drew her to Morgan, his back to her while he and Emma made use of the pull-up bar.

Aislinn tried not to stare, but it quickly became impossible. She couldn’t act on her feelings, couldn’t let anyone know besides those who had already guessed at them, couldn’t even talk them over with anyone, and the resulting chaos inside her felt as though it would drive her completely mad.

The Operator arrived a few minutes later, right behind Matt, and tended to her injury in just a few minutes, saying to rest, stop lifting with her back, and once more reminding her to fill out a “patient experience survey” as it petered off. She rolled her eyes at Matt, who grinned and patted her shoulder. Since she couldn’t work out further beyond some cardio, she decided it would be best to go back to her pod and rest, and stood to do so.

Halfway to the stairs, though, she heard her name, stopped, and looked in the direction of the voice.

Morgan dropped back to the floor, looking directly at her. He had likely been through multiple trials since last speaking to her, yet recognition burned in his eyes, his expression tight. Feeling her stomach knot up and her heart clench in her chest, she dared face him fully, holding out a hand at Matt when he started to speak.

“I need to speak to you,” Morgan told her, the skin around his eyes growing taut. “Can you wait a few minutes?”

She licked her lips without thinking. “Of course, sir.”

Matt made a sound of disapproval. “Ask about that woman,” he murmured close to her ear, before pivoting on his heel and practically stomping down the stairs. Aislinn scowled. Whatever Matt’s feelings on all this, it didn’t matter – what she and Morgan got up to, or rather, didn’t get up to, was their own business.

“That should be enough for now.” Emma flexed her fingers and nodded. “Not breathing hard, and no evidence of sweat. I can see I need to push you even harder next time.”

“Of course,” he said, a half-smile flitting across his lips. “Excuse me, Emma.” Before Aislinn had a chance to figure out what to do next, he came up to her, laid a hand on her shoulder, and said, “Come with me upstairs. That’s the only place we can really talk right now. It’s important and it can’t wait.”

She couldn’t have been more startled. “Upstairs” could really only mean one thing, and the idea of returning to that place of such absolute privacy, alone with him, made her pulse quicken until it almost hurt. “Ah... uh, Morgan–” She licked her lips again, taking a quick, shaky breath. “Should I get back in uniform?”

“That can wait. This needs to happen now.”

Without another attempt at stalling, she followed him out of the Fitness Center, back up the executive gravshaft, and back to his suite. It happened so fast that it seemed as though, one moment, she blinked, and when she opened her eyes, she had crossed the threshold, the lights turned low, the stars spinning slowly outside the massive windows.

“Why couldn’t this wait?” she finally managed to get out.

When the door snapped shut and locked, he pivoted to face her. “I keep having this dream. I had it once, then again, every two or three days. It’s... it’s a nightmare, Aislinn. I’m staring out between the stars from my suite, and something is looking back at me. I can’t see it, but... it can... it can see me, I know it can. It hates me.” He ran both hands over his face. “I know who you are. The instant I saw your picture, I knew you. Your name was on the tip of my tongue, and I just couldn’t say it, but when I said I knew you, Alex... he didn’t like that, he didn’t like that I knew things... and then he– and then– and then I saw the– I saw the–”

“Morgan, wait, slow down,” she said, taking a few steps closer, reaching out without thinking. Her hand landed on his shoulder, and for the first time, she felt his skin on hers, hot from the exercise, but lacking significant perspiration. The sensation immediately silenced her rambling thoughts.

His skin. His skin, smooth and warm, real human skin, and oh, how she had missed that...

Then his eyes found hers, brimming with intelligence and too much knowledge, hitting her over the skull with the sheer weight of everything he bore within his mind. Piercing, dark and infinite as the universe outside the station windows, so full of so much emotion she couldn’t parse, because her mind pitched and rolled. Too close too close too close.

“I probably told you that what happens in Psychotronics doesn’t affect you, right? I probably... I probably said it more than once.” His voice came out breathless and huskier than normal. “I lied. I lied, and I didn’t– no, I knew it then. People are dying, and I was so arrogant! We thought we could control it!”

He tore out of her grip, whirled on his workbench, and brought both fists down, rattling everything sitting atop it. It didn’t startle her, but she still flinched, confusion filling her mind.

“They got out, Aislinn. The– the things we found, they got out, and Alex says it’s fine, but people are dead because of it, and we don’t know where they... we don’t know if more than one got out–”

“Morgan,” she said, “you’re scarin’ me here.”

“Jason doesn’t know. Alex won’t listen to me. But you, you’re always there, a stone that doesn’t change as... as the rivers bend around it. My notes aren’t as detailed as I would like, but I know you. We were friends, colleagues, and–”

“No,” she snapped. “We’re just friends, Morgan, we’re nothing–”

“But you’re here, you’re always here.”

“You’re scaring me,” she told him in the sternest voice she could muster. “What’s gotten into you? The last time I saw you, it was like lookin’ at a stranger, and now you’re goin’ on about people dying and things gettin’ out and– Morgan, really, what is going on? What got out? Who died?”

“I have to get off this station.” His voice trembled. “I have to. I have to warn Earth–”

“Stop this.” She seized his forearm with one hand. Again, his warmth bled into her, reminding her of their closeness. “Look, this isn’t right. This trial, you don’t know me, okay? It would be wrong to do anythin’ here. And look, you’re goin’ on about things that don’t make sense! Warning Earth? People dying? Things gettin’ out? What happened?”

Again, his hands ran over his face. “Psychotronics. Exotic materials. What we found out in space, decades ago, that lets us make neurmods and advance the human race.”

She tightened her grip.

His eyes came back to hers as he took a few deep breaths. Some of the fire died away, and she felt his pulse begin to slow against her fingertips. “I’m sorry,” he said at last, his voice nearly a murmur. “I’m... panicking right now. It’s not like me, Alex said, but I don’t feel like anything’s changed. He tries to insist that I never panic, but this is me. I feel more like myself than ever. Maybe I just was... never under enough stress before.”

“But you haven’t told me–”

His other hand, his right, came up then, fingertips brushing her cheek, instantly silencing her. It wasn’t going to do any good to try and divert his attention. Somehow, he did know her, somehow did have echoes of memory from their interactions in previous trials, and hiding it from him would be completely pointless.

“When I see you, there’s a knot in my mind. I can’t untangle it, but I know who you are.” His voice just a murmur, he kept gazing into her eyes. “We’ve talked a lot before, spent time together. You’ve been in here before. When I look at you, I feel like I’m being pulled apart, like my... my heart clings to you, my head pulls me away, but I just... I just need you, Aislinn, and I don’t know why. I don’t know why you’re important to me. I don’t know who you are, but I know you.”

She stared at him, feeling the desire to move closer as a physical pain. “Morgan... please.”

“Have we ever been this close? Just tell me the truth.”

“It’s... it’s not like–” When she yanked away, a small cry tore itself from her throat, and she forced herself not to look at him, hugging her arms against her torso. “You’re the vice president, and I’m just a stocker. Doesn’t matter how many times we talk, nothin’ changes that. I’d rather be friends, you know? Stop danglin’ yourself in front of me and let it go. I can’t keep tellin’ you no, and maybe– no, I will change my schedule.” Feeling the muscles along her jaw trembling, she dropped her arms and looked at him in defiance. “No more stockin’ your office, no more chitchats, no more sittin’ together’. Your memories of me will fade, and you need to forget me.”

He stared at her a few beats too long, causing her composure to slip a tiny bit. “You’re a constant, the only one that’s been there whenever I needed you. I need you now. You don’t have to stay. You don’t.”

“Stop it,” she growled at him. “Just stop it. Enough.”

“Aislinn, stop pushing me away! You think that just because I’m the VP, I’m untouchable?”

“What do you think, you stupid idiot? You think I’m gonna be like Mikhaila, gettin’ in trouble because you wanna have a fling with someone? You think I’m gonna wanna be like her, forgotten the instant you go into a new trial? You think I wanna risk my livelihood, my job, and all my memories to one-night the vice president?”

“It doesn’t have to be like that! I’m not asking you to stay the night!”

“You’re askin’ me to stay and take advantage of your memories so you can feel better!” Something burned behind her eyes; she clamped down on her resolve, but felt it cracking fast beneath his beautiful brown eyes, boring into her as though he could find all the secrets of her heart just by looking long enough. She needed to leave, now. “No matter how much I want to stay, I just can’t, Morgan! Sort it out with your brother! Find somebody else!”

“You think that’s what this is about? You think I want to take advantage of you?” The muscles in both arms clenched as his hands became fists. “You can walk out any time you want! I can’t and won’t make you stay! You want to go and never look back? Fine! Go! Or stay, your choice, but it’s yours!”

“Morgan–” The sudden urge to punch him in the teeth made her hands form their own fists, her sense of self-control quickly slipping through her clenched fingers. “Stop it.”

“All I want is someone I know to be here for a few minutes. You don’t have to do anything but sit there! I don’t care if you talk or stand on the other side of the room or– or– or just sit there! I just need something familiar, something constant, a thing that makes sense right now! I don’t care–”

Aislinn crossed the distance between them, seized him by the front of his shirt, craned her neck the inch or two needed to make up the difference, and planted her mouth on his, nearly crushing his lips beneath hers, shutting up his rambling and sending her own mind reeling. His words dissolved into a soft sound in his throat, arms immediately rising to embrace her, pulling her body tight against his, forcing her to release his shoulders to encircle his neck instead.

The VP of TranStar was kissing her back. The VP of TranStar was kissing her back.

The heat welling up behind her eyes found its way past her tight-shut eyelids, streaming down her cheeks, as she chose to lose herself in the sensation of his body pressed up against her, the rough feeling of his beard against her skin, the whisking of his breath over her cheek, the taste of his lips on hers. Strong, hard muscle welcomed her embrace, giving her space to dig in with her fingertips, imprinting everything he was on her.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, her brain screamed, demanding she get away, demanding she let go, because if anyone saw this, they would be in so much trouble, and–

Now her grip on his shoulders held her up, his own cradling her body to keep her from landing in a heap of selfish stupidity at his feet, at his mercy, knowing from the skill of his lips and how perfectly he found purchase around her body that she wasn’t the first one to kiss him, but not caring, because it didn’t matter, all that mattered was Morgan Yu was kissing her, willingly, and it was like ripping open a wound through which all her insanity poured.

There would never be another moment like this. The ominous feeling in her gut had grown, amplified by his kiss and dancing on the knife’s edge of his fingertips digging into her ribs. This was the stupidest thing she could have done, pure selfish insanity, foolishness beyond measure, a thousand horrible mistakes made in a few seconds...

But she found it very, very difficult to care.

His lips were as full and soft as they looked, the taste of them oddly sweet, despite her not being able to identify all the traces in it. She felt his tongue move, against and across her lower lip, and let it happen, even met it, wanting to drink in all the sensations of this one-time dalliance, wanting to absorb it all into her memory, because it would never repeat, and she would go mad if she never knew what he felt like.

But when his hand moved to a very different place, sliding down her side and coming to rest below the top of her hip, it instantly snapped her out of this insanity, making her push him back enough to break the kiss. And yet, she didn’t want to let go, but took care to quickly block any further attempts to resume the moment by ducking her head, making him grunt softly when her forehead bumped his chin.

“Another life,” she muttered through tingling lips. “No more. No more, Morgan.”

She expected him to argue, but he stood in silence as he regained control of his quickened breathing. She gripped his shirt with both hands, forcing herself to breathe slower, not wanting to let go, feeling that doing so would destroy the precious moment they had managed to create, even though she knew it was wrong, but she didn’t care, but she did care...

Then he exhaled across her hair before removing his arms, leaving her cold in his sudden absence. “Not sure why I let you do that, but... fine. I understand. Thank you anyway.”

She gritted her teeth. Thank you? That was all he had to say about any of this?

“Shouldn’t have done that,” she said through those gritted teeth, shoving herself away from him, making him stumble a little as she did so. “This was stupid, Morgan. Why did– why did I even–”

“Does it matter?” he said firmly. “It’s done. You... neither of us can take what happened back now. Might as well live with it.” Despite the strength in his tone, she could still hear his voice quaver just enough to betray how he really felt. If not for this trial’s personality changes, he might not have allowed her so close, nor allowed so much of his true feelings to seep through. “I’m not... saying you’re wrong, of course. That was stupid.”

She chewed the inside of her lip, the surface of which still tingled, still burned with the feeling of him. “Ah... Morgan...”

“But I did it, too. It wasn’t all you.” Pause. “Another life, then.”

Relief flooded her. “Look, I... need to go, okay? Don’t write down what happened. Don’t.”

His eyes searched hers. “You don’t want me to ever remember it happened.”

Her fingers flexed. “No. Just pretend it didn’t.”

Another pause. “As you wish.”

“Good.” She shook her head, then rubbed her fingers through her sweat-drenched hair. “How long until your next trial?”

He looked away from her. “Just a few days now.”

A few days. “Guess I’ll make do.”

“Please don’t change shifts, or change rotations. I know it’s going to be... awkward–”

“Understatement of the year.” She looked at the floor. “I’ll think about it.”

This time, he said nothing at all.

Aislinn turned on her heel, wiping some of the cold sweat off her brow, stepped through the door without looking, walked on with her eyes closed, and crashed into someone, sending them both stumbling. Adrenaline raced through her, high-strung as she was from her encounter with Morgan, and she looked up–

“I thought so.” Alex blocked her when she tried to dart past him, that hand gripping a familiar folder. “This doesn’t look very professional, now, does it? Out of uniform, sweating, and coming out of the VP’s quarters so late in the day.”

All the color drained from her face. “Sir, it’s not– it’s not–”

“Oh, of course it’s not. But you and I will be having a talk later, anyway. Oliver Benoit, my assistant, will contact you when it’s time. Please don’t make me have to involve Chief Elazar and her people, Miss Kelly.”

Aislinn’s knees went soft as she watched him enter Morgan’s suite.

Then, eyes burning and stomach aching, she left as fast as her feet could carry her, head down, shame filling her from head to toe, as the parasite in her mind laughed at her and called her names she could never repeat.

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Doodle Maker Review: Read This Before You Buy!

Doodle Maker Review –

A Word Class Doodle Maker For A Onetime Payment With Mind Blowing Features And Benefits Powered By Artificial Intelligence.

Introduction

With the online education industry booming, and people now realizing that they can no longer rely on a single income source and another lockdown possibility.

We saw doodle whiteboard videos as the perfect way to teach, sell, engage and encourage audiences around the world

But now is more than ever the right time to bring doodle makers to the customers during this current climate.

But if you’re a personal trainer, educator, teacher, consultant or coach etc., your students or customers understand nothing beats whiteboard videos in ensuring your instruction, concepts and ideas.

You don’t even need to be in front of a camera or even use your own voice because you can now connect easily to customers globally in their native tongue with the AI video translation engine.

If you are a marketer or advertising agency, or as an independent freelancer you want a way to make some money right now, then nothing beats how easily you can create conversion-getting videos.

Doodle Maker Review – The Product Overview

Product NameDoodle MakerProduct CreatorPaul PonnaLaunch Date & Time[2020-Sep-01] @ 11:00 EDTPrice$67 One-timeBonusYes, Good Bonuses AvailableRefund Period30-DaysOfficial Sitehttps://doodlemaker.com/Product TypeDoodle Video SoftwareSkillAll LevelsRecommendedHighly Recommended

What Is Called “Doodle Maker”?

“Doodle Maker” is the world’s first doodle video creation program to allow anyone, irrespective of technical skills, age or design skills, to create amazing, realistic and professional doodle videos in over 60 + languages in minutes. A groundbreaking artificial intelligence driven doodle video maker app comes in, making amazing videos in any language in minutes, for the first time ever after many years. No other business app leverages artificial intelligence and fun, full-length animated doodle video creation explainer like doodle maker. Innovation is a quantum leap.

Blackboard, Whiteboard, Glassboard switcher-in seconds. Convert every single video to 3 different formats. To fit the video style usitng artificial intelligence, choose the type of video and the software will automatically convert your images & text into different colours.

The Features

[+] Text-to-Speech [+] AI Translation Engine [+] 100+ male & female voices. [+] Record your own voice [+] Icon Finder and Pixabay API [+] Built-in library of Images [+] Colour Image to Sketch Converter [+] Board Switcher [+] Add Your Own Watermark [+] Built-in Transitions [+] Element Speed Changer [+] Colour Changer [+] Export in 720p or 1080p HD quality [+] Youtube and Vimeo Publisher [+] Create UNLIMITED Videos [+] Freehand Editor [+] 300+ Ready Made templates [+] Intuitive text to image finder

9.8 Total Score

Fantastic Doodle Software With A Small Onetime Price!

Doodle Maker is a new artificial intelligent video software that creates Whiteboard, Blackboard & Glassboard videos in minutes. Doodle Maker platform packs in unprecedented value with several fully-integrated ground-breaking technologies packed into one dashboard. Unlike other obsolete pre-dated doodle makers that only include one feature, doodle maker software comes loaded with several never-seen-before ground breaking technologies packed into one. The best part? The jaw dropping low price will ensure you get blockbuster conversions on launch day. Using the commercial license included, customer can sell the videos they create to clients for $300 to $500 each or offer doodle creation services to their clients for top dollar. The possibilities to profit with doodle maker software are totally endless.

QUALITY

9.8

FEATURES

9.8

CUSTOMER SUPPORT

9.7

EASY TO USE

9.8

VALUE FOR MONEY

PROS

100% Online based software

No download and installation setup is involved

Beginner friendly & clean interface

Advanced AI powered doodle software

30-day no questions asked money back guarantee

CONS

The launch price is $47, then it will be increased to $67 at mid night

There is no effective bonuses from the vendor

User Rating: Be the first one!

Who Is Paul Ponna?

Paul Ponna (right), and Sid Diwar (left) are the men behind Doodle Maker ‘s formation.

Paul Ponna is a top 1 per cent distributor and top 1 per cent partner with several 11-year releases of seven-figure apps on different platforms. He is the founder of several JVZoo and ClickBank record-breaking million dollar releases.

This talented and hard-working man once shared that he’s all learned by himself and, besides, he’s always eager to share his experience with the world, helping young entrepreneurs expand their company and also boosting sales.

He teamed up with Sid Diwar this time — another major software developer with Canada’s strong experience. Looking through the history of the vendor and their previous achievements, I think even their Doodle Maker would be a major blockbuster.

Is There Any Reason To Have Doodle Maker?

Not a single reason. There are multiple reasons why doodle maker is a must have tool for anyone.

[+] The world’s fastest animated doodle video maker app, using artificial intelligence technology

[+] Build Whiteboard, Blackboard, and Glassboard doodle videos within a single app in minutes. Do not need multiple applications.

[+] Using our next version, easily turn all your current videos into doodle animation images. (With YouTube built in to doodle maker

[+] Absolutely the best voice engine text in the world for making studio quality videos in any language without ever having to record your own voice, be in front of the camera or employ expensive voice over artists.

[+] Look like a professional video animator with no need to learn complex animation skills (let the AI system do all the thinking for you!) and choose over 300 + beautiful models.

[+] You can start with a simple post, text script or content piece and in seconds our app will create a professional doodle whiteboard video without having to do any further work.

[+] Access millions of high-quality icons, images, and content libraries that you can easily import into the app to make even more HD quality videos.

[+] Access to the soundtrack library to make a truly original video doodle with all the bells and whistles.

[+] Build studio quality whiteboard and doodle videos without costly computer hardware or having years of animation experience. The app is on the cloud which means all the video production happens on our enterprise grade google and amazon servers.

Watch The Doodle Maker Demo

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Do I Recommend Doodle Maker?

If i decide to purchase a software, I will analyse it upto 100 times before buying. Doodle Maker is a true worlds first intuitive artificial intelligence doodle video creator create videos from scratch using our powerful freehand doodle editor.

Just enter any text, whether it is a simple post, an e-book or a text document, basically any piece of content that you want. Then the AI goes to work and scans your content intuitively, then instantly paires the text keywords to the respective doodle image.

In addition, by accessing a library of thousands of high-quality doodle images, icon finder and Pixabay API integration, you have the complete freedom to modify and customize the images, ensuring you have unlimited choices at your finger tips.

This means that when it comes to making your doodles you have infinite options, and most importantly, that no doodles are ever the same.

This is truly a fantastic feature and advantage as not only can the customers save time and money, but they will have the ability to use it for their own business or massively profit from using it as a service as business rights are included!

So Doodle Maker is highly recommended to all regardless of whether they are beginners or experienced.

What I Like Most From The Doodle Maker?

I like the artificial intelligence video translation engine. You can now easily cover any video with voice with this, and the built-in AI translation engine will automatically generate an attention-grabbing video in more than 30 languages on demand.

Just upload your video or paste a YouTube URL and the artificial intelligence of the app will work in minutes, magically. You’ll be left with a beautiful, high-quality doodle video that was all done with minimal effort for you.

This artificial intelligence technology will also allow you to use our pre-populated male or female voice over, or you can use your own, our ai will go one step further and turn your audio into more than 100 voices in 30 + languages on demand.

This is a game changer, now your doodled video will hit global clients which in turn means huge reach which huge benefit. Only this feature is special, and the worlds first.

Transcribe the audio and produce text from the original video.

Using text-to-speech to create a beautiful human-like voiceover in your language of choice.

Translate the original text into a desired language.

Produce a beautiful doodle video in minutes with doodle / images & icons done for you

Who Is “Doodle Maker” For?

Doodle Maker is very good piece of software that makes your video creation work simpler. However, i would like to suggest this tool for

[+] Online Businesses [+] Teachers [+] Students [+] Digital Marketers [+] Coaches [+] Parents [+] YouTubers [+] Freelancers [+] Authors [+] Newbies [+] Entrepreneurs

and lot more. Even you can buy and give it access to your Kids. Who knows? They may become a Whiteboard animation video making experts in future.

Pricing and Evaluation

Doodle Maker costs $47 one-time payment. During this launch special you can avail doodle maker for a low one-time payment of $47. It is launching on 1st-Sep-2020. On that day you can get it for $47. On the next day onward, the price will be increased to $67 one-time.

I don’t know. May be they change to yearly or monthly fee without announcing. So, it’s better to come in 1st SEP and avail the $47 one-time price.

I have seen that most of the Doodle softwares are costly and the will charge you monthly fee. There are some tools for the one-time price but i don’t like them all.

I like Paul Ponna’s Doodle Maker so much than other once because the features they have offered is mind blowing and it is very simple to use for both beginners and experienced people.

Paul Ponna’s Doodle Maker is gonna be one the best alternative for Doodly, Videoscribe, Powtoon, Animaker, Vyond, Toonly, Explaindio, Easy Sketch PRO 3.0 and what else.

Any Upsells?

There are four Doodle Maker upsells.

Upsell #1: DoodleMaker Whitelabel Upgrade ($97 to $497 One-Time)

Offer this DoodleMaker software as your own best-selling and retain 100 per cent of profits.

[+] Rebrand the product with your own logo and branding. (Once a Lifetime Chance) [+] Sub-accounts unlimited, sell as many copies as you want. [+] Find your own price. [+] Done-for-you VSL to sell your own game. [+] Done-for-you Sales Page-graphics and copywriting to transform sales prospects. [+] App hosting and software upgrades are managed: Sale without any problems [+] No taxes, monthly or annual,

You have two payment options.

DoodleMaker Whitelabel Unlimited ($497 One-Time)

Whitelabel Agency – 50 Accounts ($97 One-Time)

Upsell #2: DoodleMaker Deluxe Upgrade ($49 One-Time)

Get access to miles worth of enhanced modules. 10X The results, revenue and income and get ahead of other customers at DoodleMaker.

[+] New 1 year monthly templates (one-time price): brand fresh, customizable whiteboard, glassboard, and blackboard templates added to your account for 1 year per month (no monthly fees). [+] Ready-made human voice over for all new (male and female) templates-save money, no need to employ costly voice artists. [+] Ready-made video scripts for all new templates written by a copywriter (modify as you like) built to turn your prospects into sales. [+] 56 additional text-to – speech voices, available in 29 languages. [+] Audio files free of paid royalties (for your doodle videos) [+] Video streaming priority-google cloud server (streaming your videos quicker than other customers without waiting in line) [+] Priority access to all app updates: Deluxe members can receive all future feature updates first before all users, so that they can remain on the cutting edge without saturation or competition.

Upsell #3: Toon Video Maker Video Maker App Upgrade ($39 One-Time)

Go beyond doodle videos, expand your marketing toolbox with new Toon videos. Toon videos are known ways of maximizing output. Biggest fortune 500 corporations market their services using Toon images.

Toon videos following doodle videos are the hottest video formats. Every video you make can be sold for $300 to $500 every.

[+] Text to Speech Unrestricted [+] Make Limitless Videos [+] Unrestricted Length of Videos [+] Blank Canvas To Customize Videos [+] 100 + Animated Figures [+] Animations of Eye Popping Character [+] HD Animated Backgrounds [+] 200 + Music Tracks [+] Sales License, and more! [+] Make ANY Language Videos [+] The Windows & mac desktop app works on both! [+] Run on 10 PCs

Upsell #4: ClientEngine App Upgrade ($29 One-Time)

Client engine software lets users find top paid clients to sell images, or any other service. This is great for those looking for high dollar sales of their doodle videos made with doodle maker. The app lets users search from inside one platform on the top 5 work sites. No need to visit several places to find work and video production services for people looking for them.

Note: the key reason for this is “to find high paying buyers from the top 5 work sites on the web, to sell your videos and every other top dollar service.”

For more profits use the perspective of a “client finder app.”

[+] Search Unlimited [+] No Monthly Fees / Unlimited Use Caps [+] Seeking Unlimited Paying Customers-Selling videos or something else [+] Top 5 Job Sites PeoplePerHour, Craigslist, Freelancer, Project4Hire and Guru [+] Keep the profit at 100 per cent. [+] No subscription payments, once-pay, unlimited use. [+] Stop chasing customers, and find them in minutes! [+] No frostbite, no face-to – face encounter. [+] Close online BIG-TICKET offer

Doodle Maker Review – Final Verdict

I saw many other doodle software tools outside. With all those tools out there, you need to create videos from scratch. Meaning, you are required to have creativity.

You should come up with a clear idea before start using those tools.

But with Doodle Maker, you don’t need to be a creative person. Most of the work has been simplified. It has done for you pre-made templates.

With these pre-made templates, you can save a lot of time. Simply upload your company or may be your client company logo and generate videos in seconds.

Also, if you have your existing videos, you can transcribe automatically and make whiteboard animation videos in minutes. Is that cool?

Actually there are lot more features and benefits i can talk about it. I highly recommend this tool.

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Doodle Maker Review: Read This Before You Buy!

Doodle Maker Review –

A Word Class Doodle Maker For A Onetime Payment With Mind Blowing Features And Benefits Powered By Artificial Intelligence.

Introduction

With the online education industry booming, and people now realizing that they can no longer rely on a single income source and another lockdown possibility.

We saw doodle whiteboard videos as the perfect way to teach, sell, engage and encourage audiences around the world

But now is more than ever the right time to bring doodle makers to the customers during this current climate.

You don’t even need to be in front of a camera or even use your own voice because you can now connect easily to customers globally in their native tongue with the AI video translation engine.

If you are a marketer or advertising agency, or as an independent freelancer you want a way to make some money right now, then nothing beats how easily you can create conversion-getting videos.

Doodle Maker Review – The Product Overview

Product Name Doodle Maker Product Creator Paul Ponna Launch Date & Time [2020-Sep-01] @ 11:00 EDT Price $67 One-time Bonus Yes, Good Bonuses Available Refund Period 30-Days Official Site https://doodlemaker.com/ Product Type Doodle Video Software Skill All Levels Recommended Highly Recommended