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xu-ying-feng · 2 years

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New World Bio: Theodore Xu

GENERAL BIO:

Theodore has a complicated relationship with humans. He admires and adores them for their tenacity and curious nature but knows first-hand how can go to satisfy their wants. At the start of the hack, once revealed to be an elf, he continued teaching at the Westwood School for Arts.. It did not impact his life. He did not make any mistakes. Though he remained cautious for the first decade, he soon began befriending mankind.

He advised strongly against giving humans access to techno-magic. After all, it was not meant to be. Let supernatural beings sort out their own messes; let them not bring complicated outsiders in. As time went by, as supernaturals and humans became accustomed to each other, things in his little world began to change, to his dismay. His student, Nana, went missing right before graduating. His house was broken into, and his talisman, which gave the tree in his house the spirit of a dryad he had accompanied long ago, was stolen. The ancient being died a few days after.

Grief-stricken, seeing that tree was his confidant and guardian for almost half of his life, Theodore wallowed in his house. The quiet, the silence, with only his faint breathing breaking it, allowed Theodore to notice what was appearing within him. A piercing pain rang through his skull, for the Earth seemed to be channelling all its mind into his mind. His body was tired and sluggish, more than usual, and he slept for so, so long. He sought out other elves who had this same problem and found that his troubles were because of the unbalance in the world.

When things inevitably worsened, he opened his doors to running supernaturals and housed a few Dumisami witches. He stood as long as he could in the human community, but after his magic was temporarily disabled, he no longer felt safe. The world was crumbling. He felt brash. He felt bitter, filled with the same kind of hatred he had so many years ago. This time, there is no witch is save him, and he must crawl out himself.

Elf Elders Wren and Artus offered him refuge with the remaining elves and he accepted. Wren and Artus had offered him refuge with the remaining elves, and he slipped in. His house, in return, encased itself in a ball of foliage, something out of a fairytale. When a few teenagers finally broke in, they found it empty, as if no one had ever lived there. Though he has disappeared as Theodore Xu, he occasionally slips out from hiding, to check on the world.

DETAILED TIMELINE

Year 2030:

Initially, Theodore is incredibly paranoid considering the revealment of the supernatural community. The last time supernaturals and humans were vaguely aware of one another, it ended with the death of someone very dear to him and his imprisonment.

He continues to teach at the Westwood School for Arts.

Year 2035:

Theodore Xu is now an elf elder, reaching the age of 650.

His general distrust in humankind has lessened, seeing how fascinated they are by his species. He has befriended a mortal blogger.

Year 2040:

Two years ago, he befriended a traveling reporter.

Once the Effendi Plaza is reclaimed, he feels a sense of dread. It does not belong to them. It belongs to the witches. Curiosity and greed are the roots of humans, and that scares him. He remains cordial to hum

During autumn, Theodore receives a letter from the government to request his abilities in an experiment. He accepts.

Year 2041:

He visits the laboratory as requested but leaves before he is called to be interviewed.

Theodore keeps in touch with his human friends.

His headaches relapse.

Year 2043:

Vegetation around Theodore’s house begin to grow inwards.

One of his students, a werewolf named Nana, goes missing. Her family moves away from Vievecor.

Year 2045:

While playing at a venue, Theodore’s house is broken into. A four-hundred-year-old Bocote carving is stolen.

His student, Nana, reappears as a human.

Extra defense measures are taken to protect his living quarters. He has

His migraines have increased, and he has sought out elf elder Wren for medicinal help.

He has joined a "resistance" of sorts.

Year 2048

His migraines have increased but are dulled by Wren’s potions.

Theodore continues teaching Music Theory until the autumn of ‘49.

His house has been completely covered in vegetation. Passerbys akin it to a shield of sorts.

Year 2050:

Theodore has stopped appearing in public and goes out only in a fully magiced disguise.

The unbalance in the world affects him moderately (headaches, bouts of weakness/unsteadiness, etc.) He can function fully, none the less.

He has begun meeting with the elves in hiding.

Year 2051:

Theodore Xu has gone into hiding with the remaining elves

Before meeting at the hideout, he is attacked by a startled human with the P.S Group’s newest weapon. She appears not to mean him harm and apologizes.

He retains no magic for three months.

Year 2058:

Theodore is asked by Wren to take care of Artus and the other elves.

#vcnewworldevent #vievecorcityevent #(will edit as needed)

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romeroandrea · 11 months

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Preserving the Flow: A Water Conservation Crusade

Definitions

Story: a story told in prose or verse that is either factual or made up with the intention of entertaining or teaching the listener or reader. Is a string of stories we make up, recall, or invent and tell ourselves because we need or want to. Maybe we write stories because we want to know something, need to learn something, or need to find an answer to a question.

Tale: A story is a story, usually with creative embellishments. Stories can be real or fictional, but they usually consist of a narrative, with a beginning and an end, made more interesting and exciting with vivid details.

Science fiction: It is a term used to describe one of the fictional literature subgenres, along with fantasy and horror literature. Fiction focusing on hypothetical future developments in science or technology.

Literature for English - Story

It all starts in the year 2045 exactly in my house. I am 39 years old and I am a doctor in my own clinic. That day my family was not at home. I decided to get ready to go out for sushi dinner and suddenly I hear on the news that the water in the world has run out and that there is a very serious shortage, the water faucets were absolutely dry. My outing to celebrate my birthday had to be called off because everyone was distressed by this situation.

I was looking forward to sitting watching the news thinking about what I will do now that I have no water, to be specific no one had water, when suddenly in the middle of my living room a portal opens, and turns up to my best friend Sophia. She was my best friend from high school, she loved the piano, but when we graduated, we both split up to accomplish our goals and we haven't seen each other for 20 years. It was definitely her, but she looked so young, it was like she was 17 again. I still remember when we were eating candy and chocolate. She just reached out her hand to me and said “come help me we must sort out this problem, come with me or everything will get worse”.

I didn't ask anything and I followed her in the doorway, when we crossed I realized that I was rejuvenated because we had returned to the year 2023, so she told me “why she brought me to 2023 in a time machine”.

She explained to me that the whole problem with the water shortage started in 2023, but we will only see its consequences in 2045. In this case we had to go to school, so I put on my uniform and we headed to school. There we started to make campaigns about saving water, we opened web pages so that more people can learn about this problem and learn how to save water so that the problem of water scarcity does not happen. After all, we managed to make many people aware of water waste and so we concluded our mission. I stood up and walked to Sophia and told her to go back to my house. I returned home and when I saw the news the water problem was gone and everything was back to normal.

References

Guides: Science fiction - Greensburg Campus: What is science fiction? (s. f.). https://pitt.libguides.com/scifi#:~:text=Usually%20futuristic%2C%20science%20fiction%20speculates,consistent%20rules%20and%20structures%2C%20set

Story Definition & Meaning | Dictionary.com. (2020). En Dictionary.com. https://www.dictionary.com/browse/story

Tale - Definition, Meaning & Synonyms. (s. f.). En Vocabulary.com. https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/tale#:~:text=A%20tale%20is%20a%20story,and%20exciting%20with%20vivid%20details.

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kmix91 · 2 years

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Welcome to “the Covid alphabet”

A is for… Astra Zenica

B is for… Border closures

C is for… Corona virus

D is for… delta variant

E is for… extinguish

F is for… front line workers

G is for… gravely

H is for… hotspots

I is for… isolation

J is for… jabs

K is for… killed

L is for… lockdowns

M is for… miderna

N is for… new normal

O is for… omicron strain

P is for… panic buying

Q is for… quarantine

R is for… repeating

S is for… six feet

T is for… toilet paper shortage

U is for… universally fucked

V is for… vaccinations

W is for… world wide

X is for… x 2020

Y is for… year 2020

Z is for… zero local transmissions

#what schools will teach in 2045 #say new normal one more time mitherfucker!#Covid 19 can fuck RIGHT off

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ameliasbitvh · 3 years

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𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓; 𝐃.𝐌.

a/n: i feel like i haven’t written for draco in so long, missed it tbh. so enjoy this and thanks to the loml eli for proof reading some of this <3 so half of this fic is not proofread!! (also i rlly wanted to use this gif for morning sex with fred so if u see me use this gif twice that’s why lol)

summary: gryffindor!reader makes draco cum in potions class and he fucks her in a quidditch cupboard to teach her some manners.

request: yes | | no

wc: 2k (2045)

warning(s): cnc, dom!draco, switch!reader, degrading, praising, use of pet names, dumbification, cum play, fingering, oral sex (male receiving) and ofc ur good old filthy smut. OH and snape slander LMFAOOOOO—

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you and draco were sat in the back of the potions class. snape was up doing his boring old lecture that you have all heard since the first year and it usually went like, “harry potter this,” “harry potter that,” “harry potter!”

professor snape, we get it lily chose james over you so you decided to bully her child who she had with another man. cool.

you rolled your eyes in annoyance, it was so repetitive. with a sigh you placed your head onto draco’s shoulder. he took a deep breath in feeling you so close to him. you put your hand in his, they enveloped yours, his hands were huge compared to yours.

“you tired, pretty thing?” he cooed down at you.

“no, just fucking bored.”

“watch your language, do i need to teach you manners again?”

“fuck off.”

“i’d rather fuck you, darling.” he replied with a coy smirk displayed on his pink lips.

you lifted your head off of him, placed your elbow onto the hard wooden table and then rested your head on your hand. completely ignoring him.

even with you not acknowledging his existence, he admired you from the side, his eyes scanning from your hair, face, neck,,, chest,,, thighs. a tent began to build up in his pants and it was all from just looking at you. the power you held over the boy was inevitable. every little thing you did drew himself in even more and more. they said that he’s shallow, but he was only falling deeper. deeper for you, in love and in you.

noticing his lingering stares you snapped your head to him, “what is it draco? is there something on my face?”

“no, but i’m sure you would love something on your face.”

“what do you mean?” you said dumbfounded, what was this boy talking about?

oh you would realize later.

draco had— has been craving for you all fucking day. seeing you walk around school in that short ass skirt, your tits being revealed from the two unbuttoned buttons on your shirt. your black, red and orange gryffindor tie loosely wrapped around your neck. oh, how it wrapped around your pretty throat, he wanted to see what else could wrap around it. perhaps his hand?

“you know what i mean, slut.” his dark whisper lewd from his lips, transferring to your ear. chills went down your spine, you pinched your lips together, biting down onto your bottom lip. you squeezed your eyes shut, you squeezed everything shut. peeling your eyes open, a smirk laced your lips.

“oh yeah? do i though, sir?” you pouted, hands trailing lower and lower to his trousers. each breath he took only showed you how vulnerable he was.

he wanted to bury his cock inside you, make you scream and cry, all until you couldn’t take it anymore, his hot cum filled up in your pretty cunt.

tilting your head to the side, you decided to play the innocent card but your actions told different. your hand unzipped his fly, you slipped your finger into his boxers, feeling how painfully hard he was. his hip instantly jerked up feeling you wrap your warm hands around it. “so needy, little bitch.” you said shamelessly.

“shut the fuck up, i’ll have you on your knees for me right now.” he groaned, eyes punched shut.

“then why aren’t i on my knees right now? too much of a pussy aren’t you?”

that was it.

he instantly removed your hand away from his cock and shoved you down onto your knees. they dug into the cold floor, you hissed in pain.

“a fucking gryffindor, you. saying shit that you don’t even mean, with all that damn pride. what are you gonna do, huh?”

your eyes immediately shot to his, hands trailing around his crotch, teasing him.

he asked for this.

taking his cock into your hand again, you toyed around, licking the tip. then you took him whole. his tip brushed the back of your throat, his head fell back with a groan from him and he tried so hard to hide it. you pulled away, he didn’t deserve your mouth. he would take your hand and be fucking grateful, if he wasnt, you don’t want to know.

he’s draco malfoy for god's sake the most spoiled bitch to live, of course he wanted more than your hand. but this is all he was getting for now.

your hand worked fast, pumping him, he bit his lip trying to cover up his moans. your other hand played with his balls, massaging them, bringing him closer to his high.

the entire class couldn’t care any less about what you two were doing, and as for professor snape he was too busy giving out instructions for the next potion you guys are going to do in class. or so you thought.

“ms. y/l/n! mr. malfoy! what are you two doing over there?” he boomed, his monotone bouncing off the walls. draco and your blood ran cold for a moment, out of fear, but you couldn’t stop. this was exhilarating.

“i- we- i dropped my quil!” draco stuttered, struggling to get words out as his cum decorated his pants.

wanting him to struggle even more, you took his cock in your mouth. humming against him, causing a wave of pleasure coursing through his body.

you couldn’t get any out because you had a mouth full of his cock.

innocent card.

pulling away from the blondes private, you sweetly said, “nothing, professor. just helping mr. malfoy out.” and smiled getting back into your seat with compelling eyes. your hands immediately crawled back to his crotch, pumping it again.

with a nod, snape swiftly turned away ignoring you two again.

draco looked at you, astonished.

“pick your jaw back up pretty boy, don’t want to catch flies do you?”

he slowly closed his mouth, but his eyes showed it all. he craved for more, he was starving, and only you could provide him with his needs. he picked his jaw back off, a sneer on his lips.

“what’s wrong baby? want more, don't you?”

“shut the fuck up y/n, lets just do this damn potion.”

“and all along i thought you wanted to do me,” you laughed, his blood boiled. he absolutely wanted to destroy you. He wanted to see that cock drunk look in your eyes as his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, like a whore. the more you spoke, the more he wished he could stick his cock down your throat to shut you the fuck up.

“so what are we making again?” you yawned, draco’s eyes averted to you with an eye roll. he was still so fucking hard, it was painful honestly.

“poly juice potion, idiot.”

“yeah, yeah i knew that already,” you threw him a sarcastic smile over your shoulder.

“and doesn't that take forever to make?”

“yeah it does, you have to have patience.” he deadpanned.

“oh- well, i'm sorry to break it to you draco, but i don't think you of all people should be making this. you see, you aren't exactly the most patient person.”

“why’re you being such a brat today, huh? you want me to fuck y’pretty brain out or what?” he mumbled darkly into your ear, so that only the two of you could hear.

your breath got caught in your throat for a moment, “‘s not me who’s being a brat, you are!”

“looks like i need to teach you manners the dirty way agai— you like that don’t you?”

“you like being treated like a cockslut, a filthy whore.”

“n-no,” a shy whisper left your lips.

“what’s wrong m’love? too flustered to talk back now?”

you stayed silent. but another word was about to find its way out from your mouth that couldn’t seem to shut up no matter what, that was until the bell rang.

quickly you packed up your things and raced out of the room. so quick that you didn’t even notice a certain blonde trailing right behind you.

taking a swift turn into the corner a hand grabbed you forcefully and pulled you into the quidditch cupboard. a scream threatened to leave you, until that familiar scent of green apples and musk invaded your nose.

your back was pressed against his front, his hard evident poking your ass and one of his hands covered your mouth. his other hand swooped down to your cunt, immediately rubbing your clit, then his hands slid into your panties, pushing them to the side. he slid his digits in your cunt. your eyes rolled back at this newfound pleasure spasming in your core. your wetness trickled down your thighs.

“is this what you wanted bitch?” he growled.

“yes, daddy.” your whimper was muffled against his hand.

“b-but, i want y’cock more!”

“and you said i was the impatient one,” he mocked, his tongue rolled against his cheek.

his fingers thrusted in and out of you harshly, your body shook at the force. each assault to your cunt, powered your need to be filled up.

he unzipped his fly, pulling his cock out and stroking his length. every time you saw it, you were shocked. even if you have seen it over a million times, you could never get over his size. he placed it at your entrance, then sharply pounded into you. a muffled scream of ecstasy left you. his hips clashed against yours, he tugged your hair with his free hand and continued to ruthlessly fuck you.

your skin clapped together, venomous, filthy and demented moans fell from the both of you.

you were so close, that pitt in your stomach was only burning hotter and hotter.

you just needed him to keep going, you gave him those innocent doe eyes, hoping that would keep him going for your own pleasure. and he wasn’t going to fall for them one bit.

“get on your knees,” he demanded, releasing you.

“what—“ you stumbled, you could barely stand.

“i said get on your fucking knees.”

you dropped to your knees, they hit the cold floor but you obeyed him like a needy slut.

he stroked his cock in front of you, teasing.

you looked at it with hunger, you wanted him so bad. you wanted him to destroy you, corrupt you, anything that meant his skin was on yours.

his cocks tip hit his stomach, you gasped at the collision, heart thumping.

he grabbed the side of your face, stroking it and your hair together, trailing his thumb down to your lips. “gonna take m’cock, pretty thing.” then pushed your head down, making you take his damn dick. you gagged following, but went into action bobbing your head up and down.

he tossed his head back, his blonde head of hair met with the back wall. he stroked your hair while you sucked his cock, and you moved your head repeatedly up and down just to hear him praise and degrade you in pleasure.

“that’s it, doll face suck me dry. like a whore.” he groaned.

his tip jabbed at the back of your throat, tears brimmed your eyes but you had to keep going.

his moans, growls and cursed mumbles filled the small space you both were in.

gripping onto your hair, he face fucked you. his hips moving with such speed, making your mascara smear and drip with your tears. he was so close and one odd thrust of his hips could make him fall.

he departed his cock from you and tapped it on your tongue. “look at you, so cock drunk baby.” he humiliated you, stroking his cock.

but this only aroused you.

“mhm,” you nodded in response, tongue sticking out, ready for his cum.

his hand worked around his length, then white ribbons shot out from it, decorating your face and tongue.

“such a mess, who’s gonna clean this all up?” he pouted.

“me— me, i’ll clean it up sir!” you nodded eagerly. pathetic, he thought.

he placed his index and middle finger on your face, scooping his cum off of it and shoved it into your mouth. you sucked his fingers, taking every last drop.

“your manners are back, good girl.”

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riecicamulticulturalamerica · 3 years

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Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse is a truly well-developed film and masterpiece of pop-culture art. The film is an adaptation of multiple Spider-People trying to teach Miles Morales, the main character, as well as save the world and return to their current dimension (in classic Spiderman Fashion, of course). During the movie, it explores the topics of collaboration, mentorship, and different cultures directly, but indirectly exposes and highlights some other topics of ethnicity and their respective cultures. The main character, Miles Morales, is a mixed Black and Puerto Rican, and some varying Spider-People are an unspecified Asian girl, 1930s Man, White Teenage Girl, and… a pig. However, we can see the vocal and speech patterns differ between characters and their interactions, but most evidently, we can see the surprising portrayal of Miles Morales most prominently during the beginning and middle of the movie. Part of our classwork, as well in our discussions, is to fully realize the impact that race and ethnicity can have on individuals and groups, even subconsciously. Myself, while I knew that I had a friend group of relatively White people, I chalked it up to being around them most of the time. Then I started considering what I identify as, and how other people identify themselves, and realized that while we are all appearing white, there were many more ethnic individuals that I thought. While this group of misfits in Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse isn’t quite the same, it isn’t too far off from having such a diverse group of misfits themselves, and even changes the dynamic of how they interact: much like how it does in real life too.

As previously mentioned, the portrayal of Miles Morales as a bi-racial minority in comparison to the typical, “classic” white Spiderman we all are familiar with. However, right off the bat we see Miles and his family interacting with each other in English with interjections of Spanish. The portrayal of the family itself (Puerto Rican mother who is a nurse, and Black father who is a head cop). Even goes against a typically stereotypical family and “breadwinner.” Regardless, the cultural interactions we see Miles having with his peers such as slapping stickers on public property, graffiti, the style of spoken phrases, and the social interactions are almost exact representations of the culture we would see in real life in these groups. Despite this, the movie comes with English subtitles by default, and includes the Spanish words but does not offer translations at times, or even subtitles at all, which while inclusive, does not offer the full representation of the language and characteristics of these enthic characters. Regardless, the representation of the characters is almost completely spot on, with as minimal stereotypes (if any), and even the soundtrack of the movie and the choices of the characters clothing, music tastes, and accents / dialects are accurate are represented by individuals of the respective ethnicities. I believe this to be such an important representation, seeing as the 2010 Census found that the population of people identifying as People of Color has increased by almost 80%, and is expected to continue growing well into 2045. For an especially white dominated TV and movie culture, having even this “small” win has the potential to be incredibly life changing to a young Latino or African American growing up.

This film doesn’t go too far into depth for sexuality, economic class, or race as much as the other topics or selections might. There is a brief touch of the socioeconomic class between characters and representations, visible in comparisons between new and old Spidermen, and Miles himself living in an apartment but “winning” a raffle to go to an obviously much more prestigious and well-funded school than his previous school. There is also another, very brief, touch on how Gwen is the only female Spider-woman in existence, and how she outshines many of the Spider-people in her actions, intelligence, and prowess of her unique abilities. However, the representation of this film as a whole was second-to-none. This film received raging reviews of the representation of the first minority Spiderman movie to exist and feature the main character is not only non-white, but also bi-racial. The extent that the creators went to ensure their representation was fair and accurate to the ethnicities featured, and the vast amount of art styles that were sought out and requested to professionally develop accurate representations as well were two major features that set this film apart from the rest.

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wisdomblog · 6 years

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What is Truth?

In in the postmodern society of today, “Truth” is relative to the perceptions of the individual and or the culture in which they live. Those with the power to do so e.g. the media, educational institutions and tech giants like Google now determine reality.

The very nature of language is being changed too. Like everything else in postmodern society words no longer have absolute definitions. Words mean what people want them to mean in accordance with the community in which they are used. That's how teaching transgenderism to five-year-olds became tolerance, Dreaming of a White Christmas, and the words citizen and brown paper bag became racist and adultery, fornication, and abortion became women's health. Disagreeing with any of the above may result in being labeled a misogynist or a racist. What used to be free speech is now hate.

What is real?

If that wasn’t confusing enough...

2012 marked the beginning of the Global Futures 2045 conference where the world's chief tech geeks like Ray Kurzweil, the current head of Google R&D got together and brainstormed viable solutions to common problems like death. Among other things, Kurzweil and his buddies plan on being able to upload a person's consciousness into a computer Avatar on or before 2045 then dispose of the biological corpse so the person will live forever.

Then we have the latest market craze over sex robots and Sexbot brothels? As one researcher recently stated, "Humans need for intimacy will drive the design and manufacture of sentient sexbots."

Who needs a biological girlfriend or a wife when you can design your own partner?

The novel A Brave New World a story about a future technocracy was required reading when I was a high school junior. Years later the author, Aldous Huxley admitted that it was based on an actual plan. He was interviewed by Mike Wallace in 1958. The whole interview is fascinating and definitely worth watching but here is a short clip where he describes how those in power plan try to control future populations.

Are we addicted to tech or are we being programmed to choose it?

Not only are there viable plans to merge man with machine such that human biology becomes obsolete. For now Chinese scientists are now using CRISPR technology to edit disease out of the human genome. Sounds awesome right? They'll just edit disease right out of our DNA.

What else do you think they'll edit in a world where anything goes?

Of course there's a lot more going on like implantable chips that they've been planning for years. I mean why carry things that can be lost or stolen when you just implant everything you need in your hand or maybe your forehead.

I could on and on about our world of anything goes. But I can’t help but wonder...

How will anyone speak truth to a "do as thou wilt" world with it's reality and values rooted in feelings, and the absence of absolutes?

Some might comprehend where I’m going with all this. If not then just follow and you’re sure to find out. Given all the sheer stupidity and nonsense on Tumblr; I wonder if anyone is genuinely interested in where we as humans are headed and whether or not there is such a thing as an absolute Truth?

#futurism #technology #ethics #truth #religion #philosophy #apologetics

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eris0330 · 8 years

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The human weapon | Part one

Pairing: JungkookxReader

AU: Robot!Cyborg, Sci-fi

Genre: Angst - Romance

Word count: 3k

☽M. List☾ ; 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 [END]

A/N: If this is going to a flop, i’m not sure if i will continue it. Or do it for my own entertainment. Let me know~ Also HUGE SPECIAL THANKS to @lets-go-north ♡♡♡♡♡ with her Jungkook au video edit. It gave me inspiration and a story line to work with! Video link here -> Tumblr | IG

In the year of 2045, everything has changed for the worse. Not far from Seoul, a war had broken out. A man named Min Yoongi, which were nothing but a leader of a cult, destroying and get what ‘belongs’ to him. His greed grew bigger, as more people understood and wanted the same. The past 4 years, had been hell around Asia, getting countries in ruins and suffering. The government, had been asking five scientists, to create a weapon, that will be used for when Min Yoongi had planned to attack South Korea.

Kim Namjoon was one of the few scientists, that were elected. He was rarely outside, or in the newspapers. But his high IQ and college degree had the government, to set him as their specialist in technology. He liked to be unknown, creating weapons for the military. He found a purpose in life, helping the ones in need for his brain. As months passed his weapons were soon outdated, as Min Yoongi copied his work. Namjoon needed to find another solution, with a hidden creation, that only he knew about. After years of studying the human body and technology, he has finally created what people would call a “cyborg”. It wasn’t just made of metal, but was partly human. His research on DNA and microorganisms to create human like skin and organs in his lab.

A cyborg, with the given name “JJ97”. Metal, with human skin and microorganisms to give him senses. It was limited, but it was the effects that Namjoon could create. Namjoon dedicated his own blood, to let the human heart in JJ97’s chest, run forever. Chords and the strongest metal, kept a shield around the soft place. JJ97, had no pain tolerance and bled blood which was stored for his skin to be moisturised. It was a side effect, that could cause problems if it wasn’t solved, but even for the robotic skeleton, JJ97 looked like any human on earth. His skin and face, were to perfection but his brain was nothing more, than a computer. Even though, Namjoon was a clever scientist, he didn’t know anything about human emotions, fighting or communications in the society. That’s why, he sent his creation to you.

After going to high school and college together, he knew how smart you were in psychology and how physically strong you were. Seeing you at the MMA, rooting to win a fight, he knew that JJ97, could learn how to fight in your commands and strategy. Namjoon requested, as your best friend and mentor, to let JJ97 in your hands. You were doing nothing, after your latest accident that made you unable to fight against a component again. Your career as an MMA fighter has ended, leaving you as an asocial butterfly in your apartment, to gather courage to find a new spark to pursue.

Everything was the same, every day. The war was in the news most of the time, as you cooked breakfast. Eggs and bread were the same, tasted the same, but you didn’t mind. You were stuck in a loop, without anything to change. Your black shorts and loose top, with the same hairstyle and makeup. Sometimes, you didn’t know why you even got out of bed, to doll up. But you didn’t want to let go of living either, as mornings turned to night. The only accomplishment, was the books in your room, that kept you occupied. The urge to work out as you used to, was picking on your skin. Your sister would sometimes call, to hear how you were doing. She was afraid, you had fallen into a depression, or even got insane. Asking if you would come visit her in Busan, but knew it was always a ‘no’. After the final MMA match against Yoon Si-hyuk, she attacked with swinging your body in the air and against the ground. Your back took the fall, as you weren’t prepared. Your spine took the break for it, getting the doctors to screw bolts in, keeping it steady. You could function like any other person, but there was a high chance your spine would break apart, if you ever began to fight again. Your spirit and career was falling apart in merely hours, getting insurance money to live off at home. The news was devastating, separating you from your friends and trainers in the MMA. Leaving yourself, to find the spirit in a new career. But everything seemed useless, without the feeling of victory. A book by your side, was all you got.

Since a year ago, you had been stuck in this loop. It was, until the day someone knocked on the door. The familiar sound echoing through the apartment, made you knit your brows. No one had been to your place in months, and you couldn’t figure out, why someone would come. Your muscles flexed naturally, after being taught in self defends. Walking with light steps, to look in the peep hole. It was dark, making your conclusion clouded. Without a second thought, you opened the door. A box, taller than yourself and wider, with a mail man beside it.

“Is this Y/F/N?” He questioned, tapping onto his Ipad. You nodded, as he handed the squared pad and a touch pen. “Please sign here” He requested, while pushing the giant box inside your house. You were at loss for words, but signed it anyways. The mailman settled the box in your living room, flashing you a wink before walking past you. With swift movements, he took the Ipad from your hands. A delightful smile, with his eyes squinted made your loss of words, come back.

“Who’s this from? And what is it??” You finally spoke, making him knit his brows. He shrugged his shoulder, as he looked upon the LED screen. “Erhmm… Kim Namjoon sent it. No idea what it is, since it’s restricted to be government grounds” He answered back, making your eyes widen. “Government grounds?? What??” You blurted out, making him smile again.

Everything went upside down in your mind, as you were confused of the situation. The mailman left in a hurry, leaving you in the door way alone. It wasn’t cold, but neither was it warm. August was known to be at the passing from summer to Autumn. With the birds chirping, you looked back inside, to see the box in full cover. It was just a regular cardboard box, it could be anything. Maybe it was the words from the mailman, that gave you an unsettling feeling about it. Why would your best friend, send you a giant box, under the government? Neither have you heard from him, since last month. Everything was a puzzle, while you walked around the box. Nothing indicated, what could be in it. Until, you noticed a small letter attached on the back. It was dirty, with black fingerprints on the cover. You chuckled, realising he might have been working, as he wrote the letter. Namjoon was usually rushing himself, forgetting to clean his fingers before touching anything. You missed talking to him, but right now, finding out what was in the box, was more important. Peeling off the red seal, you opened the letter.

Your eyes were scanning the paper, repeatedly. Nothing made sense, while his words were playing in your head. Did he really create a cyborg? Looking at the big box, you grew curious if it was true. Part of you hoped it was a prank, but what cause would that make for Namjoon? Reading over the information about his weapons, you were certain that this thing, was dangerous. You had no clue, how much this cyborg knew already and neither did you know. The only thing you could teach him, was martial arts. You sighed to put the piece of paper in your back pocket, knowing this will be a complete failure. Getting a knife from the kitchen, you cut the tape away. The last cut, showed off a human boy. He was taller, muscular and in a police uniform. His closed eyes made him look innocent, as if he was sleeping. The veins on his skin looked real, just like the rest of him. No one, could ever tell that this was made out of metal. His brown locks were smooth, while his cherry plumped lips showed off his front teeth. Looking at him intensely, you noticed how he reminded you of a bunny. It made you smile, while an aroma struck your nose. It was sweet but manly, and it made you dizzy. Did Namjoon go all in on this?

“Erhm… Hello?” You hesitantly called out. There was no answer, than complete silence. It was creepy, seeing this handsome sleeping boy in the box. Unsure if he was awake, you poked his cheek. His skin was cold, but felt like your own. It made you back away, to have your heart raise. Racing against horses, you picked out your phone to text Namjoon.

A groan escaped your lips, as you threw your phone into the couch. The sound of your heart beating at a normal rate, made you gulp at the boy. You, were going to kiss him. But this wasn’t just an ordinary kiss, it was your FIRST kiss. Doing high school and college, you were too occupied with training and never got around to date. It wasn’t a priority, doing the MMA’s. The thought of kissing an inhumane object, made you chuckle of the situation. Stepping closer to see his features, of perfect smooth skin and his pink lips. Thinking about it, made you flustered.

“Come on Y/N! No one is going to find out anyways…” You encouraged yourself, to purse your lips. But backing out, of embarrassment. It was probably just a cyborg, but it was still weird. Your hand clutched to your head, as you shook it like a dog. Everything, was too surreal that it was hilarious. You did rethink, if you had gone insane like your sister had predicted. You kneeled, taking in deep breath. Scanning the boy once more, you sighed heavily.

“It’s just metal” You whispered, lowering your sight onto his crotch. The thought of Namjoon’s words, made you blush slightly. Heavy red cheeks, felt like burning. You went back to the kitchen, to grab a glass of cold water. The liquid erased your dry throat, as you walked back to the living room. The boy, has still not moved. Your foot tapped onto the wooden floor, before you set the glass aside. Going back to your bedroom, you snatched the lip balm from your bed side table.

“I wonder if he knows about lips balms?” You questioned, putting the strawberry cream onto your lips. Feeling them get moisturised, as you walked back. Stepping closer, to stand only an inch away, you felt your heart beat slower. Reaching out a hand, to touch his light brown locks in between your fingers. It was soft and it smelled nice, but it softer than his skin. Your finger ran down his jaw line, feeling every sharp curve. Mustering up the courage, you tip toed to brush your lips against his. Even though you have never kissed anyone, his lips were like any others. Time froze, as you heard the sound of clicking and air hitting the side of your cheek. The feel of pressure against your body, and a pair of arms snaked around your waist. His lips started moving, and so did yours. The sensation was too much, that you closed your eyes. A warm source build in your core, as your cheeks heated. Instinctively running your hands back into his hair, made you get swayed away. The kiss continued, while his tongue brushed against your bottom lip. Letting him in, he got a taste of you. A taste, that was indescribable, making you break the kiss and back away. Panting and heart racing faster than a horse, you looked him in the eyes for the first time.

They were chocolate brown, and were to die for. It was probably the kiss, that made your knees weak. His arms kept you above the ground, as you tried to get a hold of yourself. Shaking your head, you pushed his arms away from your body. Your motion made him confused, as he stepped out of the box. It was scary, but intriguing.

“Who are you…?” You questioned with a whisper, while your heart got a steady beat again. He looked from side to side, before his eyes got locked with yours. “I’m JJ97, you are Y/N” His voice was angelic and deep, making you gulp in the process. They were firm and easy to understand, like a script.

“How do you know my name?” You asked again, making him come closer. His hand took a strand of your hair, to let it slide against his palm. “I know, almost everything about you.” He answered, walking to sit on the couch. You were speechless, of what to tell him. The fact that Namjoon created this beauty, was more than imaginable.

“Do you know, who created you?” You spoke, seating yourself beside him. His aura of being relaxed, made you sit close by. His features were magnificent and his skin looked beautiful in the sunlight, while his chocolate eyes turned almond. “Master Kim Namjoon, created me” He spoke firmly.

His answer made you laugh, while hitting your thigh. The fact that Namjoon had installed JJ97 to call him master, was hilarious to you. Wondering, what else he got in store. “You’re going to be my mentor?” It was the first question, he ever shot your way. Without a second thought, you nodded in response. His posture got stiff, when you moved your head. As if, he was scared. Your eyebrows furrowed of his action, making him gulp. “It says, that you are a scary person, if you are mad at someone” He whispered, making you giggle of his innocence.

“Is that what Namjoon has installed in your memory?” You asked, making him nod. “I’m going to kill him” You spoke again, with a smile plastered on your face. Making horror, flash on JJ97’s. You looked at him with widened eyes, before you waved a hand at him. “Not like that, it’s just a thing you say in between friends, for people who needs to be lightly punished, for their doings. I’m not actually going to kill him, just hit him lightly.” You chuckled, making his shoulders fall. There was a bit of silence, making you stare at him. The atmosphere wasn’t weird, neither was it pleasant. His shoulders were tight, as you stared him down. Realising, this is what Namjoon meant with human communication. JJ97, does not understand what to do, unless given orders or questions.

“How much do you know about human interaction?” You asked curiously, to be sure not to teach him something he already knows. He bit onto his bottom lip, before he answered “Basics. I have the whole dictionary installed, and I know how to answer questions. But human emotions and physical touch, separating normality from danger is lacking in my system.”

His voice was making you swoon, as he stared you in the eyes. You bit on the inside of your cheek, before standing off the couch. His eyes following, making him purse his lips together. “I also know, the thing we did, was a kiss.” He added, making you blush of his words. The heat rise in your cheeks, making you remember the scene that just took place, minutes ago. “It was my first kiss” He bluntly stated, making your eyes soften at him. You walked back to kneel in front of him, as you looked him in the eyes.

“It was my first kiss too” You blurted out, making him smile back. JJ97 didn’t want to be someone, that has never tried anything before. Learning there was people like you, who made him comfortable in his surroundings. “You know, you’re going to live here for a while, right?” You asked, making him nod in response. His little head bopping, made you smile.

“We got a lot of things to catch up on, but firstly. ‘JJ97’ sounds too generated, let’s give you a real name. That way you can seem more human, than robotic” You suggested, making him nod again with an excited smile. He was like a kid, but too big for a little kid.

“JJ… hmmm… J-Jung, Jungkook? How does that sound? Is there a last name in your dictionary that you like?” You questioned, making him ponder on the word. His eyes seemed distant and darker, indicating he was searching in his database. “I like Jungkook… Jeon is one of Master Namjoon’s friends.” He explained, making you clap your hands together.

“Jeon Jungkook!” You spoke fondly, making him giggle. This was the first time, she showed off his whole smile, with his nose scrunched. The giggle was top of the ice cream, wanting to squish his cheeks. He was adorable, and handsome. How were you going to live with this angelic cyborg, for seven months?

“Is Namjoon my dad?” He bluntly asked, making you chuckle but wonder. Namjoon did create Jungkook, so basically, he was kind of his dad. “He is, kind of. He created you. Though, it’s without the sexual stuff.” You explained as you walked away to the kitchen, having him to follow you.

“Sexual stuff?” He asked, making you widen your eyes. Were you hearing wrong, or did Namjoon not install the way people make babies? The decision was on you, if you were the one to burst his bubble. His uniform, was practically giving you unusual thoughts. He never noticed what he wore, but quickly found the baton, that were clicked to his belt. Swinging it around, you noticed his skills were already on point, but it needed a little help.

“Let’s… talk about that another time. First, we need to find proper clothing.” Staring at his dark blue uniform, with black pants. His eyes followed yours, staring at his outfit. If he needed to go out in public, the uniform was too eye catching. You, were going to transform this cyborg to become human and yet, a deadly weapon.

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What utility’s bankruptcy could mean for climate, victims

NEW YORK — The nation’s largest utility has filed for bankruptcy in what some see as a test of how companies will deal with the fallout from climate change. Here are some questions and answers about what the bankruptcy could mean:

WHY DID PACIFIC GAS & ELECTRIC CORPORATION FILE FOR BANKRUPTCY?

Pacific Gas & Electric Corp. is facing billions of dollars in potential liabilities in the wake of deadly wildfires, and says it does not have enough insurance coverage to handle all the potential claims. California law requires utilities to pay damages for wildfires if their equipment caused the blaze, even if the utilities were not found negligent.

Although fire officials said PG&E is not to blame for the 2017 Tubbs Fire that took 22 lives, the cause of the 2018 Camp Fire that killed 86 people is still under investigation. Approximately 50 complaints have been filed against the company on behalf of more than 2,000 plaintiffs related to the Camp Fire, and PG&E doesn’t have the insurance to cover the claims, the company said in an SEC filing. PG&E was also found responsible for a series of other fires that tore through Northern California wine country in 2017.

By declaring bankruptcy, those cases are less likely to go to trial before a potentially sympathetic jury and the amount the company might have to pay would be limited to their resources at hand. “The reason this case is filed is to stop the company from being eaten alive,” said Scott McNutt, a bankruptcy attorney who teaches at the University of California, Davis School of Law.

IS THIS A GLIMPSE AT THE FINANCIAL TOLL OF CLIMATE CHANGE?

Utilities around the country are preparing for the potential effects of climate change, fortifying their substations and power lines against massive hurricanes and wildfires exacerbated by climate change. For example, Florida Power and Light has invested billions of dollars to strengthen hundreds of power lines and add flood detection systems to help protect substations in the wake of Hurricane Sandy, which hammered the Northeast in 2012.

Projects such as moving power lines underground to prevent wildfires are extremely costly, and could be a drag on companies’ finances, raising costs for customers and reducing the value of shareholders’ stocks.

John MacWilliams, a fellow at Columbia University’s Center on Global Energy Policy, called it a test case for how utilities and other major infrastructure players deal with climate change, who is responsible and who is accountable. “This is the type of thing we’re going to see a lot more, unfortunately, because of climate change,” MacWilliams said.

WHAT ROLE DOES PG&E PLAY IN CALIFORNIA’S GOAL TO USE 100 Per cent RENEWABLE ENERGY BY 2045? AND WHAT IMPACT WILL THE BANKRUPTCY HAVE ON THAT GOAL?

California has set an aggressive goal to use 100 per cent carbon-free electricity by the year 2045. To reach that goal, the state and its utilities must upgrade the grid and invest in major infrastructure projects such as wind and solar farms, batteries to help balance the different sources of renewable energy, and electric vehicle charging stations.

Some worry that PG&E’s contracts with providers such as solar companies could be renegotiated under less favourable terms because of the bankruptcy negotiations, but it’s unclear whether that will be the case. “The more money that is spent on bankruptcy filings, on courts, on damages, on issues related to this horrible tragedy, the less money there is to invest in renewables, and the less money there is to invest in the infrastructure for those renewables,” said Detlef Hallermann, a visiting professor of finance and energy markets at San Diego State University.

WHAT EFFECT WILL THE BANKRUPTCY HAVE IN THE SHORT TERM?

PG&E is assuring customers it will continue operating as usual and that safety is its number one priority. The company is seeking court approval for $5.5 billion in financing from several banks to continue its operations during the bankruptcy. It has also requested permission from the court to continue paying employee wages and benefits and provide programs such as low-income support, and said it plans to pay suppliers in full. PG&E expects the court to act on those requests in the coming days, the company said.

WHY WASN’T LAST WEEK’S DETERMINATION THAT PG&E DIDN’T CAUSE A DEADLY 2017 WILDFIRE THAT KILLED 22 PEOPLE EOUGH TO STOP THE COMPANY FROM FILING FOR BANKRUPTCY?

The company is still exposed to a great deal of potential liability from the 2018 Camp Fire in Paradise and investors worry that massive wildfires are becoming the norm. Its stock price has fallen 70 per cent over the last year, leaving the company with little access to cash.

PG&E said Tuesday that in deciding to declare bankruptcy, it had already taken into account its longstanding belief that the company did not start the 2017 Tubbs Fire. “The company was between a rock and a hard place when it came to trying to continue its operations much beyond this fall,” said Travis Miller, a strategist at Morningstar, Inc.

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Thanawala reported from San Francisco.

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Ready Player One: A Review

Well hello tumblr, it’s been a while. Now for a long text post that’s going to be highly unpopular in opinion!

Because my boyfriend and I saw the ads for the movie coming out, I figured I’d start reading the book since a) he had it laying around and b) he’s never actually read it. So I took it upon myself to read it.

So as being born in the 90′s I don’t have as deep of an appreciation of the 80′s as the author had... or as much of a desperate need to go “oh I wish I was born in the 80′s etc” as well... the author seemingly makes the 80′s out to be.

My personal opinion of the 80′s was really a time where certain hair styles, clothing styles, political bullshit, housing styles, degrees of masculinity, type of music, and romanticism of high school should have died.

Yes, some fantastic artist (musical, traditional, theatrical, etc) came from the 80′s and I’m very happy to be able to appreciate their stuff as much as I do with the technology I have.

Yes, some incredible technological advancements came from the 80′s, but seriously, I was born in a time period where almost every year (and almost literally for that matter), some new improvement on tech was advertised on tv. I remember when I didn’t have a phone, I remember having to teach my parents how to use a laptop, explain how some of this new shit works (I still do sometimes...). TL;DR- I’m not impressed with your tech from the 80′s, says the 90′s baby.

The main character is some (I’m assuming) bland ass white high school student who comes from a trailer park and doesn’t want to go work cause “geamz is lyfe”. No seriously, he spends literally every waking moment in the OASIS (I’ll talk about that in a bit).

Now I know some people who could POSSIBLY identify with the main character, but those people have greater people to people skills that this white boy. White boy was born and raised on this OASIS thing, and even though he had and has had people around him HIS WHOLE LIFE doesn’t feel like he can people. He feels as though he’s above working a job to possibly afford nice things (such as, ya know, basic housing, food, electricity. Explain in a bit).

White boy has a crush in the story named Art3mis. *cringes* And she’s described as being the “normal-non-in-game-very-human” kind of pretty with white ass skin, big hazel eyes, black hair, and a very cute looking face. She’s also described as being “all curves”. WHAT KIND? IS SHE ALL TITS? IS SHE ALL ASS? DOES SHE HAVE PIN UP CURVES? Literally everyone has a different definition of “curvy”. She uses self deprecating humor and I fucking swear was made for making milquetoast boy feel better about himself or some kind of bullshit male gaze bullshit. I don’t like her either.

So this OASIS thing. It’s a fully immersive VR thing that has literally the whole world plugged into. Not gonna lie, it’s pretty cool tbh, but with the world being as it is.... yeah... It’s probably the worst thing since Donald Trump squatting in the white house.

The world this story is set in is 2045 Oklahoma City. The world is at war, again. Resources are hella low. It’s one of those shitty post-apocalyptic-dystopian bullshit futures that white guys love so much. The world isn’t in harmony and it’s sadly not far enough in the future for me to go “Oh good, I’m dead. I don’t have to experience this”. I mathed it out. I’d be about in my 60′s. Boo.

This OASIS thing is basically free to the public and this company (the IOI) is trying to privatize it since the creator of the OASIS died.

The way the creator was described was basically the author going “MMMM IMMA JUST INSERT MYSELF HERE”.

Anyways, OASIS, IOI... When the creator died he basically showed the world how hard he shoved the 80′s up his ass and how much he loved his high school experience. He wanted to leave his inheritance to whoever found these three easter egg things in the game. Since, ya know, he didn’t leave behind anyone to inherit his bazillions of dollars. The IOI wanted the OASIS so they could make lots of money so they started paying people to go hunting for these things. They provided basic human needs. They’re described as being the equivalent of the military, but honestly, I’d join them. Yeah your avatar had to be at a default standard, but basic human needs? No actual wars to fight? Sign me the fuck up.

I only suffered about 3 and a half chapters in and skipped to the back to see if it got better. It didn’t. If I wanted to read about some white guys accomplishments and winning the prize woman I’d watch that one shitty movie that adam sandler came out with

#ready player one #ernest cline #rp1 #review

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