#why do i have to software update my television

[citrusoc]

Was about to watch devious maids legally but companiesᵀᴹ made it so frustrating that I've turned to piracy

[mitigatedchaos]

[ @learn-tilde-ath ]

The benefit to my mind of e-ink isn’t it being monochrome, but- well, I remember when I was a child kind of resenting the TV because it drew me to look at it even when I disliked the show that was on, such that I would avoid the living room while it was on - I think refreshing backlit screens, perhaps like fire, have an effect of drawing the eyes, which e-ink lacks, even in color.

Hmn. Now that you mention it, I do have a habit of turning off televisions that I'm not watching if I can get away with it, although that's more to do with sound, rather than light.

Interesting.

More conceptual sketching follows.

So, my way of thinking was that, rather than a singular device, what we would have would be machines composed of multiple, dedicated hardware modules.

For example, there might be an hourly Internet-queue module. An email application would write to the queue to gather emails during the next update cycle. These would then be loaded into some kind of buffer.

Alternatively, the machine might have a high-powered GPU used to render video games... with a hardware timer limiting its use to a few hours per day, possibly with rollover for the week, or limiting use based on how often it's called up.

Alternatively, the machine and its OS might use the hardware to help it track the generation of interaction frames and the number of frames used within some time period.

The idea is that software is too flexible. Borrowing from the diet idea of not buying junk food at the store, with a general purpose computer, it would be too easy, in a moment of weakness, to download and install a version of a future open source clone of Minecraft that has not been registered as a game with software authorities.

Hardware modules, however, are more expensive and more rigid. You have to physically go somewhere if you want to get one, or order one and have it delivered some time between 8 hours and 30 days later. As such, we decompose the general purpose personal computer into parts, and then allow the user to assemble a machine with capabilities which fit their personal rhythm.

A user might then have different time allocations set for different capabilities. Maybe they have 2 hours set for real-time 3D rendering, and 8 hours set for a flat reader mode that displays files from long-term storage, or edits text.

My personal feeling, and this is very vibes-based, was that the user should then have the dignity of the device looking like a 1990s personal computer.

An e-Ink device sounds like a mass-market tablet like the Amazon Kindle Scribe, either with no keyboard, or with a tablet case keyboard.

This is going to sound weird, but an e-Ink tablet with pen sounds like the correct device for Frieren, as in the elf. On the other hand, for some reason, the idea of having an Amazon Kindle Scribe as my only computing device sounds humiliating.

I'm not sure why. I think it's something to do with not being able to call up the power of a PC, combined with seeming (in that scenario) like I'm not able to operate one?

Anyhow.

Intuitively, the consideration above calls up two concepts.

First, imagine a 38-inch e-ink display mounted to a wall, with an almond-colored bezel. It is displaying a high-resolution version of The Great Wave Off Kanagawa. It's probably some kind of elf technology.

What does it do? I'm not sure. The visual came into my mind in contrast with the necessarily small size of cathode ray tube monitors.

Sometimes, these sorts of intuitions don't go anywhere. Other times, they have a logic to them that becomes more apparent on further examination.

Maybe the center of the 38" display is placed at eye level on a desk, and the device is accessed using a keyboard and a mouse. If we consider a 39" 16:9 monitor, it's 33.86" wide and 19.29" tall. With US letter page size, that's 3.98 pages wide and 1.75 pages tall - trim off the margins, and that's about 8 simultaneous textbook pages.

This may be what the power user version of the low-speed e-ink device looks like - unlike a textbook, it isn't limited to 2 pages at a time, so it can represent a schematic with an 8-page spread. Alternatively, it could have 3 separate e-books open at once, plus a text-editor for writing. ...and as a computer, one could easily search, copy, and paste text, flip through dozens of books, and so on.

Thinking about it after writing that, and seeing that large e-ink displays have been manufactured, but that the market is apparently small... a GPU module that only does 3D rendering for games for a couple of hours a day based on hardware limitations sounds like a tax dodge, or rather a min-maxing of allowed computational power through time-shifting.

The emergence of the "turbo library" considered above might imply some sort of regulatory environment that creates the product category.

Second, on revisiting how software's flexibility interferes with creating a computer that doesn't play video games, an alternative method comes to mind - all the user-space executable code comes on ROM cartridges. (Obviously, this has issues for software updates!)

[ learn-tilde-ath ]

A number of good thoughts here. A nitpick: spreadsheet software very much does support random number generation, and as such I don’t think that’s a good basis to make a distinction. However, effective randomness of “reward” might be. I’ve also thought things that might be called UBL might be good. Perhaps e-ink displays could be helpful for some of this?

Good point, I should have assumed that Excel/etc would have PRNG, although I suppose if a society were implementing something like this, a spreadsheet suite without one would appear pretty quickly.

"Reward" is more subjective, though. CAD software would be another issue. Overall, I think it's undesirable to have a mandatory software classification board, because then that would be used to choke out political dissent. (Dissent against who? Over what? Whoever's in charge at the time, over whatever issue is inconvenient for them.)

Also some people do recommend setting your smartphone to a monochrome display setting, although I have not tried this.

[mysterytickingegos]

Thanksgiving Break Ficlets: Google

Pairing: Googleplier × Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/comfort? Kinda idk

Word Count: 689

Authors Note: Since we don't have that much to go on for writing Google, I'll be giving him some DBH Android vibes in my stories until I find my footing.

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[Image Description: The Character Google from “Google gets an upgrade” sits on a couch, while a somewhat transparent prompt window shows the progress bar for his software update. End Description.]

It had been decided amongst you and your friends, months before today that you would be the one that hosted thanksgiving this year. With far less people coming than previous years, obviously, you thought it'd be easy. But two separate things happened that changed that.

First, thanks to issues with your landlord, you had to move to a much smaller apartment, with a very small kitchen.

Second, you convinced your friend not to send his homicidal and somewhat sentient android to be dismantled. And that meant that he was your responsibility.

Matt had told you all the things Google had done to his apartment. The torn laundry, the broken dishes, trash strewn all about, coffee table smashed in half, you get the point. But you never wanted to boss Google around anyway, once he settled in it seemed as though you had an understanding. You leave him alone, he'll leave you alone. Or rather, he'll stand around and watch you curiously. Occasionally, he would ask you things, either about yourself or humans in general. Feelings and how they behave and why. Right now though, you needed him to leave you be.

You were about hit the button to get your forgotten groceries delivered when you realized he was right behind you. He seemed unfazed after you were clearly startled by his sudden appearance. "Most supermarkets are extremely busy at the moment, having groceries delivered could take several hours and the recipes you have saved to your bookmarks do not allow time for that."

You took a cautious step to the side. "Well, I'm not going into the store so I'm gonna have to risk it."

"I do not get sick, nor can I get others sick. I could go in for you." He suggested, no expression on his face as far as you could tell.

You narrowed your eyes at him, contemplating the offer before you shook you head and hit the button. "No thanks..."

He had been right. It was 2 hours later that you finally got everything you need, throwing your entire timetable off. You had just got the turkey in the oven and began trying to pull the ingredients for every side dish together when Google popped up again. "You chances of success would increase exponentially if you delegated some of the work to me."

'Why do I doubt that?' You thought, continuing to work on your own. "I'm fine."

He respected your wishes, choosing to flick through channels on your television while you frantically worked on three separate things at once. Eventually your hubris caught up to you though, leading to you spilling hot cranberries all over your hand, the floor, and the turkey you had been trying to baste when it all went down. You were trying desperately to clean it all up when your wrist was snatched and you were being pulled off to the sink.

Google held your hand under cold water for a couple seconds before he wrapped it in damp towel and made you sit down. "Wait, I have to fix the-" Before you could stand up all the way he pushed you back on the couch. You started to argue again but he cut you off.

"Y/n, you have not sat down in 3 hours 19 minutes and 24 seconds." He told you, putting a hand on your knee that might've been meant to be comforting, but was more awkward than anything considering the boundaries between you both beforehand. "Also, you have a 1st degree burn on your right hand and it is recommended by the American Academy of Dermatology that you apply a cool wet compress for 10 minutes. You still have 8 minutes and 44 seconds to go."

You blinked at him for just a moment, trying to process the situation. "Okay...thanks?"

"You are welcome. Now, despite your clear distrust of me, I will ask one more time. Will you let me help you?"

"...yes. Please."

He nodded, and left you alone to do damage control in the kitchen. And thus, Thanksgiving was saved by your not-so-homicidal, most definitely sentient android roommate.

[echo-three-one]

Chapter 32

THE ROAD SO FAR

Mr. and Mrs. MacTavish

Francine "France" Winters

MacTavish Residence, Glasgow Scotland

3:46 AM

Francine squinted her eyes as she checked her phone, the bright light illuminated her whole visage. No new messages. John promised her he'd text her as soon as the mission was over. According to their briefing, the recon mission should've ended about four hours ago.

She shifted her position and turned to Maxine who looked sound asleep. A soft smile escaped her lips once she realized that Maxine was safe within her reach.

She forced her eyes to close again but couldn't quite get the sleep she needed. She wondered if John ever got tired running in her mind. After failing her last attempt to get some sleep, she slowly got up and made her way to the kitchen for some milk.

Much to her surprise, the kitchen lights were open and Samantha sat on the dining table, her chin rested on her arms as she stared on her phone.

"Can't sleep?" France asked and it shocked Samantha a little.

"Yeah. He's supposed to text me three hours ago. Now I can't help but worry." Samantha groaned in frustration.

"John promised that too…" she slowly placed her phone on the table and it beeped. The womens eyes widened as France excitedly unlocked her phone.

Her smile almost reached the heavens but soon after reading the notification, she suddenly went back to her frown.

"What was it?" Samantha asked, raising her head and looked at Francine.

"A software update notification." Francine sighed and went to grab a glass of milk.

"Say, France… has it ever crossed your mind that John would be the one you'll end up marrying?" Samantha asked. Francine's cheeks burned immediately at the idea as she envisioned herself living in a house with three children with mohawks running around. She wasn't ready for all of it but she's blushing at the sheer idea of it as if she liked it.

"Umm… uh.. I'm not sure. Sam." her tone was really suspicious, as if hiding something and making up blatant lies. She just wished Samantha couldn't see through her.

"Sorry for that kind of question. It's just that… I think that Alex is the one for me… that's why I'm this worried about him. I couldn't sleep knowing he's not beside me…" Samantha explained while pondering her situation. If that was the case for her, then France's insomnia could also mean that she's…

"I guess it's normal to feel that way…" France defended, downing a half full glass of milk.

"You've been with him for quite some time and you both admittedly loved each other, that's why you showed concern toward him." She continued.

"So, that goes to you too? Right?" Samantha asked. France once again got cornered by her own train of thought.

"Look. Yes. I'm concerned about John too… he's…" she smiled.

"He's something else… I'm far too ready to reopen myself to a relationship and he actually told me he was willing to wait and be a friend in need." she continued, now her heart was beating slowly but fluttering at the idea of her thoughts. John was willing to wait. That meant that she could have all the time at her disposal until she was ready to love again. But such time needed was already up, as she was already denying the inevitable feeling of love she was projecting toward the Scotsman.

"Sounds like you're already ready." Samantha teased.

"No I'm not!" France immediately dismissed her, grabbed her phone and went back to bed.

"As a matter of fact, I'll sleep right now!" She said as Samantha just laughed and waved goodnight.

France slowly paced in front of John's room. She felt as if there was a huge magnet pulling her towards it and the longer her phone doesn't ring, the more convinced she was to get in. Succumbing to temptation, she pushed the doors open and sneaked her way in.

His room was always her favorite place in the house. It showcased a lot of his personality that no one could ever see in him. Landscape drawings and sketches filled the room. Football jerseys with autographs were framed on the walls along with photos with his favorite athletes.

At first glance, everyone would say that John MacTavish had it all, but when you're staring at his eyes while having a heart to heart talk, you would know that that isn't all true. He didn't have it all.

France saw his black journal by the bed. It was strange that he didn't bring it for his mission. Last time you asked him what's inside, he just chuckled and said "mission details", showing a sketch of Price labeled 'caterpillar moustache'.

France was then again tempted to open the page where he left off, showing a beautifully sketched face of her, occupying the whole page.

"Tough on the outside, soft in the inside. Just like me." was written on the corner of the page.

"I knew that you saw through me the moment we met…" She whispered as she closed the journal and yawned, crashing on his huge bed they both shared days ago when she needed someone to talk to. Covering herself with the thick covers, she inhaled the signature MacTavish scent which still lingered on his bed and it was actually effective enough to lull her to sleep. It's as if he was there beside her.

France woke up as soon as it came to her senses that Maxine would be looking for her. Throwing the covers away, she immediately rushed back to her room. Pulling the door open and sneaking her way back.

The silent clattering of the plates and casual conversations filled the kitchen. Jack was talking about some of his experiences while Samantha and Maxine were giggling. Much to her curiosity regarding the two unknown voices, both male and female, she slowly descended the staircase and peeked.

Aside from Jack, Samantha and Maxine, there was a man and a woman, possibly married, who sat together by the table. She actually felt nervous once her sight landed on the man. If he was younger, his resemblance with John would be almost accurate. And judging by that look, Francine leaned to the idea that this was John's father.

John's father had the physical qualities of a Scotsman but the appeal of a western businessman. His accent was almost not Scottish.

"Ahh. I miss my home so much. Do you mind if I let loose a little?" Mr. MacTavish asked and his wife, judging by the body language of holding on his hands, chuckled at his idea.

"Don't worry. It's your home. You should feel comfortable." Jack replied with a smile.

With a deep sigh, Mr. MacTavish actually let loose and exhaled a very deep ramble in s heavy Scottish accent. His wife replied with the same energy and everyone cackled. France was amazed at how easygoing his parents were and it told a lot about John's upbringing.

"Ooh! Looks like our other guest woke up!" Mrs. MacTavish mused upon making eye contact with France.

"So Maxine, this is your sister?" Mr. MacTavish.

"Yes, Mr. Jonathan. It's Francine." Maxine answered and France waved and smiled at the MacTavishes. Her whole body felt awkwardly nervous. She felt like this was the 'Meet the Parents' part, except they weren't really a thing… yet.

"Nice to finally meet you, Sir Jonathan and Ma'am…" France shook his hand and paused at Mrs. MacTavish.

"It's Julianne." She smiled and shook her hand. For a moment, Francine actually felt her heartwarming touch as she slowly eased the nervousness away.

"Don't be scared of us dear. We don't bite." She smiled and Francine smiled back. When John told her about how serene he felt around his mother, he wasn't joking. Her aura was powerful.

"Honey, looks like there are a lot more women in the force nowadays. Have you ever wondered if our boy John has liked any of them?" he asked playfully while France was trying her hardest not to choke on her orange juice. It looks like Max and Samantha were just giggling on their own.

"Well dear, why don't we leave it up to John to introduce us to her." She chuckled and held her husband's hand.

"Where is he anyway?" Jonathan looked back by the door.

"He's still on a mission." France answered and everyone else looked at her.

"What I mean is, they are still on their way home." She corrected, stuttering as she replied.

"Well, it's such a shame we had to leave now. Duty calls!" Jonathan stood up and everyone followed them to the front door, waving their goodbyes. France shyly followed behind them and joined the group as they sent their goodbyes to John's parents.

As soon as the car left their sights, everyone else eased and released the pressure they felt.

"Woooah. Soap has some nice parents. I thought they'll get mad at us for crashing in!" Maxine said, sitting beside France.

"Well, Soap just proved to us that not all businessmen are evil, despite what television suggests." Jack added and yawned. It was still early and he already planned on sleeping.

Samantha sat there and stared at her phone. France checked hers too and called her attention.

"I didn't get any texts from him. But I assure you, they'll be here soon."

"So, tell me how worried you were when I didn't text." John smugly asked France while he emerged from the showers, a clean white towel was the only thing wrapping his body.

France just sat by the bed, her whole body facing opposite John. Her brows still furrowed at the idea that he wasn't able to text her that they finished the mission without harm.

Their arrival earlier was not quite the arrival she expected. Her heart was supposed to flutter at the sight of John, but instead sadness filled the whole house. Alexandra Ryder was gone, and it would be too rude to reach for his embrace at the time of mourning.

"I wasn't worried one bit." She spat and crossed her arms. He could hear John laughing a little and she wanted to look at him, but his stubbornness needed to be fixed, that is if she could.

"Really? Then how come I heard from Samantha that you were up at three-" France quickly turned to her back in an attempt to stop his trail of thought, but she was surprised that John's face was already close to hers as he was crawling towards her while he talked.

France's world paused for a little as her eyes met his, gaze locked on his icy blue stare as her heart started to beat differently and her ears started to heat up, and lips slowly formed a smile.

Her eyes trailed down to his lips, where it also happened to curve differently. He was smiling and it never occurred to her that John had smiled like that before. Her lips involuntarily pouted as she felt John's face inch closer to hers, as she slowly closed her eyes and let the Scotsman take over her lips.

The first kiss was quick, their lips just met each other for a short while and they both backed up, eyes locked on to each other, both sparkling and wanting for more.

"Fine." France whispered and reached for his cheek.

"I can't stop worrying about you, dumbass." she added and John let out a soft chuckle, leaning in for another kiss, but this time it was more than they both wanted. This time it felt like they were released from all the things constraining them. France actually gave in to him for the second time, and she was glad that she did this, because John sure was a very good kisser.

Next Chapter : The Broken Ship

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[httpjeon]

04. hot bot ― jungkook (m.)

jungkook/reader | android!au, hotbot!au | smut, angst, fluff

wordcount: 5.1k

contents: ATTEMPTED MURDER, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, praise kink, light cockwarming, choking, rough sex, soft sex, tit slapping, clit slapping, lots of kisses and caressing

― synopsis: you make your decision. but was it really the right one?

note: this is it, yall! ... i wonder what that ending means?

blog masterlist ― series masterlist

© httpjeon 2019. do not repost or modify.

There was a heavy beat of silence, you took a moment to glance over to where Jungkook was sitting on the floor. Bleach was playing but his eyes were completely empty and blank as he watched the animations flash across the screen.

You could remember the nights that Jungkook would sneak out of bed to watch Bleach when it came on at midnight on television. Even though he wasn't caught up on the series enough to understand what was going on. The show brought him so much joy and now he didn't even seem to register that the TV was even on.

It was sad.

"What do you think?" You asked softly, keeping your gaze on Jungkook.

"It's not my decision to make," Yoongi replied calmly, not giving you even a hint on what he was thinking. His response frustrated you but also reminded you that you couldn't make you choice based on someone else's opinions.

As you gazed at the empty shell that was Jungkook, many thoughts passed through your brain.

Just as with any person, or...think, in his case, capable of thought -- or once was capable, he deserved a chance, right? He deserved the chance to live as he wanted and as he deserved. But you didn't want the two of you to be forced to live on the run or in hiding because there was the chance you would be arrested and he would be terminated.

Is giving a chance to a robot, a chance that could most definitely go wrong, worth the potential of spending your life in prison?

And what if something went wrong? What if you became responsible for the death of other because you caused Jungkook to go defective and he killed people? Could you live with that?

As Yoongi's eyes glared into you, awaiting your decision, you felt in your heart what you had to do -- what you wanted to do.

"Let's do it,"

"Do you have tools?" Yoongi asked, following you when you led him to the closet where you kept things for storage.

Since you were a girl who lived alone, you had taken to keeping some tools around yourself to fix things up if you were able to. You were relatively handy and it was much cheaper buying tools than hiring someone for $1,000 so they could fix a leaking pipe.

You were tense but Yoongi seemed as cool as a cucumber. There were many thoughts and fears flowing through your mind but you made no move to stop Yoongi as he began to set up on the couch behind where Jungkook was still sitting.

He didn't even acknowledge you when you moved around him. Perhaps he went into sleep mode? The old Jungkook never did because he enjoyed being...alive.

"Jungkook," Yoongi spoke, voice as empty as Jungkook's eyes. The robot turned his head to look over his shoulder at Yoongi.

"Yes?" He responded monotonously.

"Can you take off your shirt?" Yoongi asked, confusing you.

Jungkook immediately did as he was asked, pulling his shirt off and dropping it onto the floor beside him. Mindlessly, you went over and collected it. You played with it for a moment, keeping a watchful eye on what Yoongi was doing.

First, he began messing with Jungkook's activation button -- glowing blue to indicate his active status. To your shock, the skin around the button began to peel away when Yoongi pulled the little LED indicator out. It was almost like the indicator was holding in the seams -- keeping his skin connected and on his body.

Beneath the skin was a a mechanic exoskeleton -- wires and metal everywhere along with blinking lights and screws of many types.

As Yoongi picked up a screwdriver and began pulling out screws and unhooking wires you noticed that Jungkook seemed to have shut down. His eyes were closed and his head was hanging low with his chin against his chest.

"Y-You know what you're doing, right?" You asked softly, hugging Jungkook's discarded shirt against your chest.

Yoongi paused in his work to glance at you through the mess of his black bangs.

"Of course I do," Was his easy answer.

You inhaled deeply and decided that you didn't want to watch Yoongi finish this work. You didn't want to watch him pick apart Jungkook and possibly cause an end to lives -- be it yours or others.

You had managed to get a two loads of laundry done, the only sound in your apartment being filled with the washing machine, dryer, and the sound of metal being moved as Yoongi worked. You were growing sleepy, closing your eyes where you stood in the kitchen as you made a small pot of coffee. You didn't want to fall asleep before Yoongi finished his work. You wanted to be awake for the end result.

As you sat down at your kitchen table, both hands wrapped around the mug of coffee you drank Yoongi walked in. His hands were covered in grease and oil, fingertips marked black and a little smudge on his cheeks from where he pushed his bangs away. He didn't say a word as he sat down across from you. You offered him your cup, wanting to wait to hear the result for as long as possible. You were nervous.

Yoongi took a sip, cringing slightly when it was too bitter for his tastes before handing it back.

"I'm finished," He said suddenly, making you chuckle at the announcement.

"I figured," You took another sip, mentally noting that it really was a bit too bitter. You were too caught up in your thoughts to put the right amount of sugar in.

"He's still not activated," Yoongi said, getting up to get a drink of water to chase the bitter taste out of his mouth. "If you want, you can come in when I do it,"

"Why haven't you yet?" You asked.

"His computer software needs a moment to compute the changes to his system," He explained. "It's kind of like updating your phone or your computer. He's got new software so it'll take a minute,"

"I...I'll be there," You muttered. "Just let me finish my coffee,"

It was several minutes of silence, just sipping on your coffee with Yoongi's watchful eyes on you. He didn't rush you nor did he seem in a rush. When you finished, you placed the empty mug in the sink and followed Yoongi to where Jungkook was.

He was still in the same position -- chin tucked into his chest and eyes closed. His skin was back in place with the activation button glowing an ominous yellow. Yoongi hummed, sitting down where he was before and pressing the button.

Immediately, the button began to glow its usual blue color. Jungkook's eyes opened and he lifted his head, blinking several times as if clearing his vision.

"Jungkook?" Yoongi asked only to receive no response.

"What's wrong?" You whimpered, wondering why he wasn't responding like he should.

"He's just a little slow to start, it happens sometimes," Yoongi began gathering the tools and putting them back in your toolbox. You kept your gaze on the unresponsive Jungkook who now was looking at his hands like they were foreign objects. "He should be back to normal in a couple hours,"

"Are you sure?" You asked, taking the toolbox from Yoongi and wandering down the hallway to put them back where they were.

"Positive," He responded coolly, putting his jacket back on. "Just give me a call if you need me, alright?"

"Yeah, thank you Yoongi," He placed a kind hand on your shoulder, smiling ever so slightly at you.

"It'll be alright, I promise," His words had you relaxing slightly and you nodded before leading him out the door.

Once he was out of sight down the hallway, you shut your door.

You tried to wait up for Jungkook to come back around, sipping on your bitter coffee and watching the episode of One Piece that was now playing on TV. But soon, as your head lulled onto the arm rest, the television faded into the background and you slipped into sleep.

You were rudely awoken with a shriek of surprise as a heavy body landed on yours. Strong arms wrapped around your waist and you became aware of the sobs filling the room.

"It's really you!" Jungkook cried, burying his face in your neck. "You're really here!"

"J-Jungkook," You whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to bury your hands in his hair. "You're back!"

"I can't believe --" He pulled back away from you and you laughed, seeing the tears trickling down his cheeks. Smiling through your own tears, you used your thumbs to wipe his away.

Before you could squeeze out another word, his lips were on yours. The kiss was full of so many emotions and a passion that had more tears trickle from your eyes. His hands slid under your thighs and he pulled you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He navigated to your bedroom just like old times, knowing your apartment like the back of his hand. Dumping you on the bed, you realized how nice it was to have him -- the real him, on top of you again.

"I missed you so much," You whispered, meeting his smiling eyes.

"I know," He replied, leaning down to whisk you into another breathtaking kiss.

No other words needed to be spoken, everything being conveyed through soft caresses and loving kisses pressed to each others lips. Jungkook worshiped your body, remembering every curve and detail and touching you like he was making up for lost time. Part of you wondered if he remembers the mindless, empty sex you had when you bought him again.

You would get to that later.

As your clothes were shed, the both of you with your bodies pressed together. He was hard -- leaking against your thigh. With his fingers inside you and sliding hotly against your clit, you were thrown into your first orgasm. You could cry, hearing Jungkook's little praises and feeling him kiss your skin as you came down.

You had no problems when he slid into you, stretching you just the way you liked. He angled his hips, brushing your g-spot as he fucked you -- his pelvic bone meeting your clit every time he bottomed out had you keening in seconds. His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing against your hard nipples as you gasped.

"Jungkook," You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck to press another kiss to his lips.

It was sloppy and uneven as he fucked you through it. Your tongues met, bringing the kiss into messy and sloppy rather than soft and passionate. Still, there was undeniable love in the meeting of your lips.

Once the kiss broke, you were taken aback by how dark his eyes became. Biting his lip, he smirked down at you -- a look that had you clenching pathetically around his cock.

Abandoning his hold on your breasts, his hands wrapped around your throat. Your heart jumped in your chest -- this wasn't the first time he'd done this. In fact, it had brought you some phenomenal orgasms in the past.

You clawed at any skin you could reach, pulled your own hair and tugged at the sheets beneath you. He kept his dark gaze on you, biting his own lip as he watched you writhe beneath him. His hair was a mess -- probably as much as your own was. You were panting, struggling to breathe around the heaviness of his hands around your throat.

It didn't take long before you reached your peak, back arching beneath him as your cunt clenched his cock. His hips stuttered and he moaned out his own release. He filled you up -- warm and thick and it began to leak out around his cock as he fucked you through both of your releases. He began to slow his pace until he stopped completely.

It took you a second to realize that his grip around your throat hadn't released. No, instead it was tightening. Your eyes widened as it became harder and harder to breathe.

Your hands flew up to try and pull his hands off of you and push him away. When he stared down at you with dark, emotionless eyes you began to really panic. You have no idea how, but after delivering a sharp kick to his side he was knocked over. His hands came loose from your neck as he used them to steady himself. You took that opportunity to weasel out from beneath him.

"Jungkook..." You whispered, noticing that the once blue LED was now a solid and ominous red. He stood up, facing you with that same scary blank expression on his face. "D-Don't..."

He said nothing as he began to advance towards you -- heavy steps hitting the floor. You were backed into the wall with nowhere to go, your only exit being blocked by him. If you ran towards it, he'd catch you for sure. You didn't know what to do.

"Jungkook, please!" You cried, tears falling from your eyes as you watched him. You were trembling, terrified that he was actually going to kill you. Before you knew it, he was in front of you -- looming over you and staring down at you through his bangs. They were still messy from where you had ran your fingers through them.

He showed no signs of hearing you or he just didn't care. One hand found your throat again and your sob was cut off by him slamming you back into the wall. In the slight darkness of the room, you could make out the faint red glow from his LED.

"P-Please don't h-hurt me Jungkook," You sobbed, gripping his wrist in your trembling hands. "I-I love you, please, Jungkook!"

His words seemed to bring him to a halt. The solid red began rapidly blinking and Jungkook's brows furrowed. His jaw set and for a moment his grip tightened around you throat so hard you saw spots in your vision.

Then all at once, he was gone from you and you tumbled to the floor coughing. Looking up, you found Jungkook backing away, staring at his hands as if they had betrayed him.

"_-_____...I..." In a flash, he was pulling on his clothes. Still recovering from nearly being choked out, you struggled to get to your feet to chase him out. The slam of the door was what finalized his departure.

You realized that the red had been replaced with the calm blue once again before he left.

You had no idea how long you waited for him -- the sun had come up and then disappeared through the covering of clouds before rain began to fall. Looking out the window, you thought of the fact that Jungkook was out in the rain somewhere. Maybe he was scared? Maybe he was crying? Maybe he...maybe he had hurt someone else.

That last thought spurred you into action and you were throwing on a jacket and your shoes.

It was coming down pretty hard outside, the streets vacant and quiet aside from the occasional car zooming by. As you stood on the sidewalk, unsure of where to go and shivering you had half a mind to call Yoongi. He'd surely be asleep but -- then you remembered a place he would go.

You took off down the street, ignoring the fact that when you stepped in a puddle water filled your shoes and soaked your socks.

By the time you reached the river, you were panting but the rain had slowed to a simple drizzle. You let out a big sigh of relief at the sight of Jungkook huddled beneath a tree. His arms were bugging his knees to his chest and his face was buried in them. He looked so...small.

"Jungkook," You muttered, your voice just loud enough to hear over the running water. His head snapped up and whipped around to look at you. His back went stiff and his eyes widened. "Come home,"

He opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. You smiled sympathetically, holding your hand out for him to take. As his hand slid into yours, you couldn't help but feel a flash of fear at remembering how just a couple hours ago they were wrapped around your throat trying to kill you.

Jungkook seemed to notice your thoughts his shoulders slumped, head bowing forward so you couldn't see his face past the curtain of his bangs.

The way things changed between the two of you was immediately noticeable. Jungkook carried on around you as if he were walking on eggshells. He stuck to gentle touches and even refused to sleep next to you.

When you begged him to sleep with you, you would often wake up in the middle of the night to find him curled up on the couch watching TV. He wouldn't stay with you.

It was almost as if he were scared of himself.

He wasn't the only one. You were scared of him as well.

Every once in a while, he would sneak into the room and you would jump so hard there was no way he didn't notice it. No, he couldn't ignore the small flinches and looks of fear you threw his way whenever he snuck around. He wasn't trying to scare you or sneak around, he was just being cautious. But even then, he still managed to frighten you.

You decided, one day, that you wanted to find out what went wrong. So you called Yoongi.

He showed up, brows furrowed after hearing that Jungkook had...turned violent. He was shocked to simply find him eating a couple of pink frosted cupcakes you had made while watching I Love Lucy on TV.

"He just...stopped..." You had explained what went wrong, how Jungkook had choked you but he wouldn't stop. How the LED had turned red, blinked, and turned back to blue before he ran away.

"I think there was a minor glitch," Yoongi's use of the word minor made you twitch. Attempting to murder you was a minor glitch. You'd hate to see a major glitch.

"So, what now?" You prodded, watching Yoongi pull out his tools again.

"Hey Jungkook," Yoongi drew the androids attention away from the television. "I'd like to check you out again, yeah?"

"Sure," He agreed easily, pulling his shirt off and turning his back to Yoongi.

"Tell me what happened," Yoongi asked, pulling Jungkook activation button off just like he had last time.

"I don't know," Jungkook replied honestly, sounding choked up now. "I just...I couldn't stop. My mind was telling me to stop but my body just wouldn't. It was so hard to control,"

"How did you stop then?" Yoongi asked, prodding with a little blinking light beneath Jungkook's skin.

"When I heard her tell me she loves me...I just...stopped,"

It didn't take too long before Jungkook was back to his normal self -- mechanic inside covered back up. When you, Yoongi, and Jungkook were all gathered at the kitchen table you were able to find out what happened.

"He managed to override the glitch himself," Was Yoongi's certain response.

You had no idea that was something he was even able to do himself. But for some reason the news that he was capable of that had given you a sense of ease. If he could override his own glitch once he could do it again.

When you and Jungkook were alone, Yoongi having left, you were in a comfortable silence.

"Will you sleep with me tonight?" You asked, cuddling yourself closer to his chest.

"I'm going to stay up a bit," He mumbled, predictably. It was his way of confession that he didn't want to sleep with you tonight without outright rejecting you.

Your heart hurt and you gave him a soft kiss to his cheek before heading to your room for the night. You didn't know why, but when your head hit the pillow you couldn't fight the tears that stung your eyes. That night, you fell asleep on a wet pillow.

Sobbing woke you up. You felt a sense of deja vu as you quickly realized Jungkook was clinging to you and crying. The alarm clock on your bedside table had 3:23AM in blaring red.

"I'm so sorry," He sobbed, face buried in your hair as he cried. You attempted to turn around to face him but he tightened his grip on you to keep you from seeing him. "I hurt you and I'm sorry,"

"Jungkook, it's o--"

"Don't say it's okay!" He snapped tightening his hold on you. "You're scared of me and that's never okay. God, I almost killed you, _____!"

"I know..." Your reply had his grip loosening and you used that opportunity to turn around and face him. When you saw the heartbroken, lost look in his eyes you felt tears pricking your own.

"You never should have brought me back," Your eyes widened at his words. "If you had just let me rot as a mindless object, you wouldn't have been hurt and you wouldn't be scared of me. I deserve to be nothing. I don't deserve what you've given me, _____,"

"That;s not true at all," You hissed, sitting up to glare at him. "I love you, Jungkook,"

"You shouldn't,"

"Well I do!" You snapped, throwing the covers off in a huff to stand up. "I don't care what you did. You didn't mean it. You came back to me when I told you I loved you, Jungkook. I don't know about you but that means something to me,"

"_____,"

"I love you so much, Jungkook," By now the tears began to drip down your cheeks. "Please tell me you love me too,"

Your words had Jungkook leaping from the bed. His arms wrapped around your waist and his lips found yours in a well-practiced kiss. He held you so fiercely, your body flush against his as if he was shielding you from everything around you. For the first time since that night, you didn't feel an ounce of fear go through your body.

"I love you so much, I love you more than anything," He confessed, the words a whisper against your lips. You erupted into a tearful laugh as he kept repeating the phrase even as you found yourself pressed against the bed once again.

Your whispers dissolved into breathing as you both shared kiss after kiss. Strong hands pulled your clothes off until your bare back was against the soft comforter, the clean scent of your detergent filling your senses.

Jungkook was more than willing to allow you to strip him until he was just as bare as you. Your fingertips were gentle as they traveled down his soft skin, past the ridges of his hips until you were met with the heat of his cock. Wrapping your hand around him elicited a small gasp from him. Collecting a bead of his precum on your finger, you made a show of popping the digit in your mouth and moaning at his sweet taste.

"You drive me crazy," He whispered, spreading your thighs so he could position himself comfortably between them.

Wrapping his own hand around his cock, you felt yourself nearly drooling as he slowly fucked his own fist. Making sure his length was well lubricated with his precum, he positioned himself at your entrance.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as he pushed himself inside you. The stretch was a burn at the lack of prep given, but you couldn't care less -- it felt phenomenal to have him inside you like this. He touched your body wherever he could, cupping your breasts and grazing his way up your thighs.

His pace was controlled, not too fast but not slow enough to be teasing. He knew exactly what you needed in that moment and you were sure it was what he needed as well.

Balancing his weight on his elbows beside your head, his lips briefly brushed yours in a fleeting kiss.

Your bodies were pressed close together -- chest to chest. Every time he sunk into you he met your clit, drawing a cry of pleasure from you. His cock grazed your g-spot with experienced ease, only driving your closer to an early end.

"It's okay, baby," He cooed, nosing softly against your neck before delivering a soft kiss there. "I'm gonna cum too,"

Your lips met his and before you knew it, you both were falling into orgasm together. Your body trembled beneath his, safe and comforted beneath his close warmth. He gasped into your mouth, hips stuttering against yours as your walls clenched desperately around him to milk him of his orgasm. His warmth filled you up, his cock twitching inside you as he gave you his load.

Slowly, he sat up, watching as you caught your breath beneath him. You were still pulsing around him through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"I don't want to hold back anymore," He whispered, sitting back to sit on his heels. You felt so exposed beneath his leering gaze even though you were still speared on his cock. "I want to fuck you now. Can I?"

"Y-Yes, yes please," You whined, clutching the sheets beneath you as you looked up at him. His hair was a mess, courtesy of your wandering hands.

"Good girl," He whispered, moving his hand down to find your clit.

You keened when his deft fingers brushed against the swollen bud, still sensitive from your orgasm. Despite your trembling reaction to his touch, he continued to touch you. Stuffed on his cock, your walls clenched around him as he hurled you into another orgasm.

As you began to come down, he started fucking you in earnest. You gasped, eyes rolling back into your head. He didn't give you a moment to truly come down from you high, your body was overly-sensitive. A shit-eating smirk crawled across his handsome face the louder your cries of pleasure got.

"Do you feel good?" He cooed, the sound of skin slapping filling the space as you quieted down to respond to him.

"S-So good, fuck," You cried, reaching up to claw at the pillow above your head, needing something to hang onto as his pace increased.

"You're such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this," He growled, sliding his hands up to cup your breasts. "Look at your pretty tits,"

"Fuck," You whined at his dirty words, cunt clenching around him in response.

He pinched your nipples, the light sting making your back arch as you were eager to get more. Jungkook, biting his lip, watched with his pupils blown wide in lust at your eager reaction to his touches.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sting blooming across your breast. Jungkook outright laughed, a sadistic sound that had you whimpering as he supplied another burning slap to your breast.

"I can feel you gush around me when I slap your pretty tits, babygirl," He growled, smacking you again and this time you cried out. Your skin was burning, but he was right -- you did only get wetter with every impact. "You like being slapped huh? Answer me,"

"Y-Yes, I like it!" You gasped, Jungkook slapping your other breast this time -- the new sting lighting up your body.

"How about," His hand traveled down your stomach until they met your clit -- hard and neglected. "if I slap you here?"

You nodded, eyes wide as you awaited the impact.

When it came, you were sent flying into yet another orgasm; this one was much more powerful. As you gushed, Jungkook rained down more smacks to your clit -- making you almost shriek through your orgasm. Through it all, Jungkook's hips never stopped, he abused your g-spot with no mercy.

FInally, he began to let you come down. You were panting beneath him, your chest heaving with every breath. Your whole body was sweaty, your hair sticking to your slick skin and you were sure you looked a mess. But still, Jungkook leaned closer to you to press a gentle kiss against your lips.

"Breathe, baby," He whispered, caressing your body to help the trembles settle. "Good girl, you're so beautiful,"

You shared a kiss, your lips moving together calmly. He cupped your cheek, smiling into the kiss as it deepened. When you both finally pulled away, he looked at you with wide eyes.

"_____," Hearing your name had you looking more clearly at him in question. "I want to try something,"

You immediately consented, already eager to see what he wanted to do. However, when his hand wrapped around your throat, you felt your heart leap in panic. Jungkook seemed to notice this and leaned down, kissing your lips softly again.

"Just trust me," He whispered, beginning to move his hips once again. Your eyes rolled at the feeling, still feeling overly sensitive from your previous orgasms. "I won't hurt you,"

Hearing those words with his hand wrapped around your throat -- where he could easily kill you. How he almost did before. It put you more at ease.

His eyes were fond on you when you reached up to grip his hand around your throat -- urging him to tighten his grip.

Part of you still felt scared when it tightened, but his words -- urging you to trust him, assuring that he wouldn't hurt you, repeated in your head. Jungkook's other hand traveled down to find your clit.

"Cum with me," He growled, tightening his hold even more on your throat.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as your orgasm hit. Just as you reached your peak, he released his hold and you gasped for air. Jungkook came too -- filling you up even more. His cum gushed out of of you, mixing beneath your body on the bed.

Finally the two of you stilled, Jungkook pulling out from you. He didn't seem to mind your sweat-slicked body being pressed to his as he pulled you into his side.

"Do you think this will work?" He asked suddenly, kissing the crown of your head.

"It has to," You mumbled, hugging him tighter against you.

Just as Jungkook opened his mouth to respond, your phone began to ring. You reached over Jungkook's body to grab where it was sitting plugged in to charge.

"Jimin?" You muttered, seeing his name flash on your screen to indicate he was the caller.

Picking up the phone, you didn't even have a chance to say hello before Jimin was muttering out panicked words. You responded the best you could before he suddenly hung up with a soft cuss.

"What was that?" Jungkook asked, sitting up in curiosity now.

"I...I'm not really sure, something about Hot Bot Inc.,"

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“Gotcha.”

The stark white letters against the black screen sends your blood pressure into a steep climb. Heartbeat thudding, you look out the window and see a bright red flash. 

You duck.  The wall sconce next to your head explodes into sparks. You roll from the bed, throwing your self to the floor. The thump of bullets hitting the mattress followed you down as you throw yourself to the floor. 

The sounds of the street below your window is suddenly loud in the room, audible even over the sound of your panicked breathing. You feel the breeze from outside cooling the sweat on your face and hear the rattle of the blinds. 

You look at the shattered fragments of the wall sconce and decide to belly crawl toward the bathroom. Careful not to rise an inch, you slide onto the pebbly tile and lay there. “Aw. man... that was close.”

They hacked your phone? But how? You remember being handed Stravinsky’s phone but you never revealed your own device. How...

You were safe for now but you had no way to communicate what was happening or call for help.

You wait for what feels like an eternity but all is quiet in the hotel room. But you don’t dare try to retrieve your phone. Your best bet is to lay low as much as possible and let the sniper believe you’re dead. For all you knew, the sniper would be out there all night.

So you wait. You wait until the first rays of light splash across the wall paint of the room. Exhausted and sore from being on the hard cold linoleum, you crawl over to the door. As quick as you can you pull it open and roll outside, getting away from the door, waiting for a bullet to come crashing through it. But nothing happened.

Clearly frazzled and looking like you got dumped here after a wild night out, you make your way down to the front desk. “Uh... can I make a call?”

The phone rings and Zihang immediately picks up. “You’re alive.”

You both simultaneously sigh with relief.

“What happened.”

You speak as quietly as you can. “My phone was hacked and traced. Someone shot at me through the window.”

“When?”

“Uh... probably around 4... 5 am.”

“We’ll have a car come and pick you up"

Your heart drops. “I’m no sure why they would hire me and then...”

“It’s likely that they had no intention of letting you live. They probably suspected you were a spy. The other agent... also came close to them. Infiltration is no longer on the table. That’s twice they’ve attacked us, it’s time to take the next steps.”

“Next steps?”

“First, we’ll get you out of this hotel. Next to to find the location of the hacker and the sniper.”

You were still on the mission but things had clearly shifted. You hang up with Zihang and find the same BMW waiting for you a the entrance of the hotel. When you get into the car there’s no one with you and a laptop is on the seat. EVAs face greets you with a smile. “I’m currently reviewing your phone records. It appears that the hacking is very sophisticated and started at the Italian restaurant. Did you notice anything strange while you were there?”

“The entire place was for hybrids and that was very strange.” You run through things in your mind but nothing really jumps out at you other than the strange pebbly skin of the woman who shook your hand. “There was a woman with scales there who was a bit freaky. She seemed to run the entire operation. They deferred to her decision.”

“You were in possession of your device the entire time?”

“Yes ma’am.” You suddenly gasped. “Oh no!”

“What is it?”

“The QR Code! Ms. EVA was there a record of a QR code scan?” You pick up the laptop from the seat and put it in your lap.

“There’s no QR scanning software on your device... however... I will review the history once more.”

“I bet that’s how they got in.” You start to notice that the driver is taking you to a rather circuitous route through the city. You look up at him but you don’t recognize him. 

EVA chuckled. “I like how you called me that.”

“What?”

“Ms. EVA.” Her smile disappears. “It may be that your assumptions are correct. The QR code may have provided the opening needed to crack into your device. But such powerful and adaptable coding is beyond normal programming prowess.”

“The card is still in the room.”

“I’ll inform the agents to pick it up.”

You’re taken to another hotel, a smaller, less conspicuous one and are provided a change of clothes and a new device. This one looked custom and not of a recognizable make. With nothing left to do but wait, you feel like you’ve come back where you started.

You receive another message through the secure channel. “There’s an update. Stravinsky never boarded his plane. EVA managed to pinpoint the malware as artificial intelligence, almost on par with hers.”

An AI that could be on par with EVA? “No way.” You laugh to yourself.

But then the lights go out in the hotel room. Your eyes go wide as the television in the room suddenly turns on and starts flipping through channels.

You back against the wall. How was this possible? The hairs rise on the back of your neck as a familiar female voice comes through the TV screen.

“Stop your investigation. Leave the country immediately.”

What do you do?

A. Play Dumb

B. Ask “How are you doing this?”

C. Ask “Who are you?”

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[sheridanfalls]

1X02

1x01 | 

Tazia rolled over in the bed, Fletcher laying shirtless next to her above the sheets. The room was dark except for the glow of two phones. She gently pushed the blankets off her body as she took her phone of the charger.

20 missed calls.

She glanced back to make sure Fletcher was asleep before slipping into the bathroom. She locked the door and sat in the large jacuzzi tub as she took a deep breath before hitting call on the first number.

It didn’t ring long, “Ana.” The voice was relieved for a moment but layered with something else.

“Hey Key.” Her voice unsteady, “is it true, or did I make a total fool out of myself on National TV for no reason.”

“It’s true Ana, Willa is really gone.”

“How did Mom take it?” She wrapped her arms around herself, keeping her eyes on the door.

Her brother sighed, “Not good, not as dramatically as you, but um, not well.”

“And Dad?”

“He’s been sitting in his den since he got home today.”

“At least Belle is with you.”

“She’s out of town, she’s on a girl’s weekend with some college friends. She won’t have phone service until she comes back on Monday.”

Tazia scrunched her face up, “I’m sorry.” She looked away from the door, “I’m going to come home. I’ll be on the first flight in the morning.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I can sneak into the state pretty undetected. Besides, people will just think that I’m going to rehab. That’s the narrative surrounding me right now, isn’t it?”

“Unfortunately.” He wanted to say more, “You can stay at my place, instead of the ranch.”

“I’ll figure it out, I don’t want to impose on you and Belle.”

“You’re my sister, my other half Ana.”

“Do you think Mom would let me stay at the ranch?”

“Dad will, and she would just have to accept it.”

“I’m going to go and book a flight right now.”

“Ana, please don’t bring Fletcher.”

“I had no intention of doing so. He can hang out in LA for all I care.” Tazia let her eyes drift to the door again, “I don’t want him to know about Willa, I don’t want that as part of my story.”

Keaton sighed, “Willa is a part of our story, if she wanted to be or not. I don’t think you need to share it. I don’t think any of us need to share it.”

“Kara showed up, didn’t she?”

“Yeah, she brought a casserole.”

“Hey Key.”

“Yeah Ana?”

“Is it true we have a niece?”

“Yeah, but that is a whole other can of worms I’m not ready to open. We can talk about that when you get home.”

“Yeah, I’ll text you the details. I love you Key.”

“I love you too Ana.”

***

Belle rested her forehead against Mitch’s, their bodies glistening from the evening activities so far. Every touch felt deeper, filled with more passion then she could remember every feeling outside of this cabin.

Mitch kissed her neck, his fingers feathering down her body. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She moaned at his touch as he pulled her closer for more. Any thoughts, any care for her life outside of the cabin were forgotten as she allowed herself to get lost in the moment. Clinging to Mitch she cried out his name as she threw her head back on the couch.

His put his foot on the floor to regain balance, hitting the TV power button as he did so.

This afternoon pop star Tazia collapsed on live television before performing her latest single. Her manager Fletcher Curtis explained that she was exhausted from preparing for her tour and will take a short vacation before it starts this summer.

Neither heard the TV, just the sounds of their own desires being met as they continued enjoying their limited time together.

***

Georgina Woodward finished taping up the final box in her living room. She just had a few more things to pack up in the kitchen and bathroom. In the morning the movers would arrive, and everything would be loaded onto a truck and brought to Sheridan Falls.

She wasn’t thrilled about the move, but she understood why her husband Mitch wanted to move out of Denver. He was able to work anywhere, and why be in the city when you could just be in a nice small town.

Yet he had arranged for this move to happen when he was off at a conference in Dallas. She could strangle her husband, if she didn’t love him so damn much.

She picked up her phone, hitting the icon to call him, feeling her stomach sink when it went to voicemail, “Hey babe, everything is packed, I’m going to take a shower, get ready for bed. The movers will be here early, I just wish you were here for this. I love you Mitch.”

Running her hands through her dark chestnut hair she sighed, her whole life was packed up in boxes, tomorrow she would be starting a new chapter, it just felt weird her husband wasn’t with her for this.

***

“Hello, and welcome to another episode of Coffee, Donuts, and Crime. I’m your host Kara Greene and I’ve got an update for you on the case of Willa Hughes.” Kara spoke into the microphone, surrounded by the low lights of her salt lamp and a couple of candles as well as the dimmed overhead light.

She was alone as she spoke to the camera, as though she were just having a video chat with friends. “As you all know this case as stayed with me since I first started looking into it. Willa Hughes ran away from home in the spring of 2000. Her mother Rosemary never gave up hope that Willa would be found and return home.”

Kara took a sip from her coffee mug, “Unfortunately, this afternoon we found out that for all these years Willa was okay, she was happy, married, and had a daughter. She was also killed in a car accident in Utah this morning.”

Tucking her blonde hair behind her ear she continued as she focused on the camera, “Willa Hughes, for the past almost twenty years has been known as Willow Chase, the wife of Bennett Chase the leader of the Fire Yoga movement. It’s understood that their teenage daughter was not in the car with them. The Hughes family has not made a public comment at this time.”

“Also, this afternoon, Pop Princess Tazia passed out on live television. Social Media immediately began to come alive with theories of substance abuse. Her manager however said it was simply exhaustion.” She took another sip of her drink, “We all know Tazia loves the spotlight, who can forget her feud with Joel Riley after they broke up. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I have a feeling we’ll be seeing far more headlines about Tazia before too long.”

“I’ll be back soon as we dive into a new case, and with more updates about past ones when possible. Until then have some Coffee and a Donut, and we’ll meet up soon for another chat. Bye all.” Kara reached forward clicking the camera off and watching as the file uploaded to her laptop.

She turned the lights up, before she pulled up her editing software. She just had a few things to put in. If she was lucky tomorrow Rosemary would call her up and arrange a new interview. Rosemary was always willing to talk about Willa, she would even brag about Keaton.

Kara felt the memory flash over her for a moment. Keaton close to her, his eyes clear with fire. She could feel the heat rising in her body. He came close to kissing her in the barn that day. She was still sure of it, yes, he’d been engaged at the time—he was married now to the lifestyle vlogger, but Keaton had wanted her.

As Kara went through the motions of her editing she glanced to her phone, seeing multiple text messages from her sister Sharon. She pulled them up, rolling her eyes.

Did you see him?

Do you just want to rip his shirt off and lick his chest?

He threw you off the ranch and told you to burn in hell, right?

Sex with him would probably be the hottest thing on the planet.

She quickly began to type a reply. Keaton was the only one their when I brought over a casserole. He pretty much told me to stay away. I’m sure Rosemary will reach out soon. I have no desire to have sex with Keaton Hughes even if he was the last man on earth.

Before she even put the phone down, she saw that Sharon had replied. She ignored her for now, she had a video to get out.

***

“She’s not going to call you.” Alec Riley looked over at his older brother.

“Who?” Joel took a sip from his pint glass as he glanced up at the tv above the bar.

Alec laughed, “You’re telling me that you don’t expect to hear from Tazia? She’s going to come; Rosemary would never let her live it down.”

“Tazia is a myth, a figment.” Joel looked at the golden drink filling half his glass, “Ana, she’s real, lost in a shadow, needing to be the good daughter.”

“It doesn’t matter what name she is using. She cheated on you with her manager. She’s been attached to him ever since.”

Joel rolled his eyes, “I expect to hear this stuff from Phoebe, not from you. What are you doing following only TMZ on twitter?”

Alec leaned back in his seat, a smirk on his face, “Come on Bro, I’ve been following this ever since you’re dance battle.”

“That didn’t happen.” Joel whined, “We didn’t get into a dance battle. You can’t believe everything you read on those trashy websites.”

“Come on Joel, I really love the mental picture of you and Tazia fighting it out via dance. Like, come on, the picture just paints itself.” Alec looked around, “I can almost hear the music playing, first it would be one of her songs, then your dance hit, the really bad 2000s outfits, I mean come on.”

Joel knew what night his brother was speaking about. It was the last time besides an award show they had been anywhere near each other. For a moment Joel believed that if he and Ana got to talk, that they would clear up everything. Then he saw the way Fletcher Curtis slunk his arms around her on the dance floor.

It might not have been the dance battle that TMZ had reported or lived in the legend of old gossip sites long abandoned. Joel had pulled his back up dancer Chloe out onto the floor. Kept her close, even closer when he felt that Ana was looking. Did he kiss Chloe at one point on the dance floor, yes? When he pulled away did he see Ana locked in a hot and heavy kiss with Fletcher? He sure as hell did.

“Joel, Joel, Joel!” Alec snapped, about ready to slap his brother in the face.

“Sorry, I spaced out.”

“You never got over her, did you?”

“You never get over your first love.” Joel let a smile cross his lips as he thought about the first time, he an Ana kissed, it was the night before Willa ran away.

“I’ll take your word for it.” Alec shook his head, “Remember, I’m the heartless one who has never been in love, while you’ve written some of the most annoying love songs ever. Seriously, if I have to go to one more wedding and hear Summer Dance again I might kill you in your sleep.”

Joel rolled his eyes, “At least I’m not the one who sings it.”

“Thank God for small favors.” He sighed, “Well, it’s late. We should get back to the ranch.”

Joel tossed some cash onto the bar, “I can’t wait until we have the ranch set up and going. It’ll mean less trips into town.”

“Yeah, coming into town is totally the worse thing ever.” Alec froze as the door opened, in she stepped with her pitch-black hair, precious moment eyes, and full lips.

“Alec, you coming?”

“Yeah, sorry.” He followed his brother outside, glancing towards the window once more.

“Who is she?”

Alec shrugged, “No idea.”

“Let’s go.” Joel pushed him towards the truck. “We have an early morning.”

“Remind me why I agreed to be your foreman?”

“Because I’m a spoiled popstar with money to burn, and willing to pay you, give you a place to live in my giant house, let you swim in my indoor pool, oh and because I’m your brother.”

“I liked it better when you called yourself a spoiled popstar.” Alec took one more look towards the bar, wondering who the raven-haired beauty was.

***

Fletcher reached across the bed, pulling a pillow against him, breathing in its scent before realizing he was alone in the bed. “Taz?”

The morning sun was starting to come through the curtains. He threw the sheets aside and went to check his phone, at that moment that her phone was gone. He looked at this screen.

Had to go to Colorado. I need to see Keaton, twin thing. Do. Not. Follow. Stay in NYC, manage the whole passing out on live TV thing. Thanks.

He groaned. Every damn time she went back to Colorado, which thankfully wasn’t often he had to calm her down. Anytime she had been around her mother she would come back spiraling. Though he wasn’t as worried about her dealing with her mother, it was just a hassle. It was that Joel fucking Riley had texted her after the incident on TV.

He pulled open a drawer, pulling out a pair of sweatpants a t-shirt before he found the number, “Why the fuck did you let her leave?”

***

She hadn’t packed anything, she just got on the first flight she could. While she’d been waiting for it to board at JFK, she reserved a car at DIA, and put together a curbside pickup order for Target.

Her hair was pulled in a simple braid, she had no false lashes on, no makeup at all. She wore a pair of jeans, and a CU hoodie. She just looked like any average woman flying out. She had her purse of course, which she had filled with the few things she could think she needed.

In all honesty, she couldn’t recall the last time she had packed for herself, and since she had no idea how long she would be in Colorado, she didn’t know what to pack. So, while on the target app she ordered the basics of what she might need for a couple of days, including a basic black dress, everything was done under her real, legal name.

After she’d picked up her order at Target, she drove through the mountains to Sheridan Falls. She pulled over to the side of the road, taking a moment for herself. She had to decide now, did she go to Keaton’s house or her parents?

The dread in her stomach told her what she knew. Going straight to Keaton would be cowardly, she would have to go to the ranch first. However, her parents reacted would determine if she stuck around or went to spend the night at Keaton’s.

She started the car, pausing for a moment as a familiar voice hit her ears. Of course, it would be this song as she entered Sheridan Falls. Joel, he’d left her. Just walked out one day, and then a scathing song about her, accusing her of cheating.

Tazia felt cold as she remembered how it felt when she realized her was gone. And then the day that song came out, the music video dropping. She wouldn’t have to see Joel if she didn’t want to.

She did have to see her mother no matter what.

Might as well get it over with as soon as possible.

***

Keaton locked the front door of his house. He hadn’t slept much, but he had finished painting Belle’s office. He moved down to his truck, realizing that a moving truck was blocking his driveway. Sighing he moved towards the street, “Excuse me, you’re blocking my driveway.”

“Sorry bud, we’ll be out of the way in a minute.” The mover insisted.

Keaton wasn’t so sure as he walked around the truck, but they were almost empty. The team of men moving quickly to bring stuff into the old Windsor house.

“I’m so sorry.” A female voice came from behind him, “I’m trying to get them out as soon as possible.”

“It’s okay, they’re almost done.” Keaton turned to her, she was probably his age, with red hair lit by the son, “I’m Keaton Hughes.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Georgina Woodward, my husband Mitch and I are moving in. Unfortunately, he’s out of town right now.”

“Oh, that is a shame. If you need anything my wife Belle and I are usually around. She’s out of town this weekend, but she’ll be back Monday.”

“That’s so very nice of you.” Georgina kept her eyes on the movers, “I hope your not in a hurry?”

“Actually, I’m not.” He confessed, the last thing he wanted to do was deal with his parents and sister. “So, no need to rush them if you don’t have to.”

“Okay, thank you, still it should only be about fifteen minutes more.”

Keaton nodded, “Thanks.” He was already moving back towards his house.

***

Mitch nuzzled Belles neck as she poured a cup of coffee. She turned the TV on, “Do you want sugar?”

“You know what I want” His hands slipped along her waist.

Belle giggled, “Mitch, I need to at least get some coffee first.”

“Fine.” He sighed as he pulled away and began to fix his own. “Oh, did you see this yesterday?”

Belle looked to see what he was referencing, “What?”

“That pop star just totally passed out on TV She was probably high as a kite.”

“Wait, no, that’s not why.” Belle put her coffee mug down, “I have to go Mitch I’m sorry.”

Mitch reached for her, “What, why?”

“That missing woman they found, that’s Keaton’s sister, and that pop star who fainted in front of that news report, is also his sister.”

Mitch dropped his hand, “Go. It was short, it was sweet, next time will be longer.”

Belle felt the knot in her stomach, “Yes, next year.”

Mitch watched as she left for the bedroom, next year would be far too long. Belle would just have to be surprised to find out he was her new neighbor.

[timeagainreviews]

Fury from the Deepfake

Earlier this year, Doctor Who fans were treated to some rather exciting, yet strange news. Students at the University of Central Lancashire had started a film project re-creating the lost First Doctor episode "Mission to the Unknown." I say "First Doctor," lightly, as it's the only televised story of Doctor Who to never feature the Doctor. Because of this, and it being only a single episode, it seems an obvious candidate for re-creation. Not to badmouth any of the actors involved in the episode, but none of them are irreplaceable. Even without Nicolas Briggs giving the project some weight, no sacred cows would be in jeopardy. Nobody has to fill the shoes of William Hartnell or his two lovely companions.

When I covered the new animated version of "The Macra Terror," I discussed the importance of re-creations. While a small portion of the fandom dislikes the practice, most fans agree that they're a good thing. The re-creation has taken on many different forms throughout the years. Classic Comics compiled the tele-snaps of lost episodes with captions allowing readers to follow the story. The Target novelisation is a sort of re-creation. For some, they act as the only way to experience lost episodes. There are the unofficial reconstructions from videographers like Loose Cannon. YouTuber Josh Snares has been working on some rather promising reconstructions of his own as well. Many of the narrated TV soundtracks have recently been pressed to vinyl. While it seems as though BBC is really pushing their animations, are those the final form of the reconstruction?

If you'd have asked me before the UCLAN students' project, I may have said yes. Now, I'm not so sure. The BBC seems to have sanctioned the project. Doctor Who actors Peter Purves and Edward de Souza even showed up on set to give their blessing. There's not a lot known as to exactly what sort of release the project will receive. Perhaps the BBC will release it on the Doctor Who YouTube channel. Or maybe it will be a blu-ray extra in the near future. But which blu-ray? An animation of "The Dalek's Masterplan," perhaps? Regardless, I believe it opens the door for an entirely new kind of re-creation. Enter deepfake.

For those of you not in the know, deepfake is a somewhat new form of cgi that uses facial recognition software to swap out a person's face for another, to varying degrees of success. You may remember it from the uncanny video of Jennifer Lawrence with Steve Buscemi's face. While many people fear deepfake's impact on identity theft and national security, there's also an undeniable artistic implication. Facial swap technology has been around for years in various forms. As a concept, it cropped up in places like the 1987 Arnold Schwarzenegger movie "The Running Man." In 1994's "The Crow," Brandon Lee's face was swapped in after his tragic on-set death. With deepfake technology becoming more and more refined, it's also becoming cheaper and cheaper. Which is the point I'm here to make to the BBC- it doesn't cost much!

If you follow my logic, I'm sure you know where I'm going with this. What if we employed the methods of both the animations and the student film? What if the only thing an actor has to do is actually fill William Hartnell's shoes? Nobody has to recite his dialogue, they only need to be his body double. Deepfake can then follow the faces of actors mouthing the lines to the original soundtracks. With the same faithfulness to set design and filming that the students of UCLAN gave us, these episodes could see the light of day once more. Mind you, the sets would cost something, but weighed against the cost of animation, probably fairly comparable when you consider the budget of classic Who.

Let's face it, nothing will ever be as satisfying as the originals, but that's part of the fun of re-creating classic Doctor Who. It's a chance to be creative with the source material. But what about modern Doctor Who? How could deepfake impact the current series? There's no more obvious example than the 50th Anniversary special. While "The Day of the Doctor," was a critical success and loved by many (myself included) there is a glaring omission of the surviving Doctors. As I said in my article about older companions, the War Doctor was used as a sort of filler classic Doctor. Ironically, one of the show's biggest setbacks is time.

When they wheeled out DeForest Kelley, Leonard Nimoy, and William Shatner for six Star Trek films, there were no issues. But if you want to make a Voyager or Next Gen movie several years later, you have to explain why a hologram or an android got fat and old. Sure, Data could have upgraded with old age to feel more human, but we all know it's a dumb idea. While the Doctor is not an android or a hologram, they all regenerate. If Six regenerates with curly blonde hair (and Sylvester McCoy's face) then you can't see him with Colin Baker's wispy white hair. Though poor Peter Davison's weight and hair loss were explained by "time differentials" in "Time Crash."

In typical Doctor Who fashion, this multiple Doctor episode came with a caveat. Someone is always missing. It's funny then that the very technology I'm suggesting was used in the advert for "The Day of the Doctor." In a rather impressive sequence, we see several Doctors' faces on body doubles. We even get the closing shot of the episode where Matt Smith's Eleventh Doctor joins his past incarnations to stand on a cloud. Sadly, the body doubles stood so still, I originally thought they were mannequins. (Gasp! Autons!)

It's inspiring to think that by 2023, Doctor Who will be celebrating 60 years in time and space. By then, it's entirely plausible that deepfake technology could get to a point where an episode like "The Fourteen Doctors," could happen. If we can replace William Hartnell with Richard Hurndall and David Bradley, or Matt Smith with Jacob Dudman, we can certainly replace Jon Pertwee with his son while a deepfake Second Doctor runs around with Fraiser Hines doing the lines. Doctor Who is a show that lends itself to these kinds of innovations. The very essence of this concept was instilled with the inspired concept of regeneration, or "renewal," as they called it back then.

I'll admit it, deepfake still looks pretty ropey, but so did most of the CGI in the Ninth Doctor's run. There are so many reasons why something like deepfake is perfect for Doctor Who. It's a chance outside of the comic books to see Jodie Whittaker running alongside Tom Baker and K9! We can create lost episodes. We can update missing scenes. There are multiple precedents within the show to look into the technology. We can finally do one better than ghoulishly sticking the Brigadier into a Cyberman suit. And if nothing else, we could finally get Christopher Eccleston back, sort of.

Well friends, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this quick little article. It's something to think on if nothing else. On a personal note, we finally finished building K-9! (Pics below) We're very proud of our accomplishment. The one we built is my friend Gerry's to keep at his house. We will be building a second K9 for me, however, so expect to see pics of K9 Mk II very soon! I may post a video as he does talk, but for now, enjoy these pictures!

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FLAC To OGG Converter

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What is Watch Series “Really?”

So I did a search for “watchseries” thinking it would take me to a free movie site but instead promotes apple watches called the “watchseries” Even though I went through many pages of google all I could see in my search results was this apple watch. Really what is watchseries? Right now by popular vote it is an apple watch. However, before the watch it was I believe one of the go to sites to finding free moves to watch online for free.

Found a Movie site but doesn’t have the words, “Watch Series” in domain name.

What if you do a search for “watch series movies” – What comes up? I am kinda of shocked but yet happy with www.pureflix.com coming up. This site has great movies that are geared towards Christians. You might argue that some of the movies are low budget but they actually some really good movies especially for kids.

What do you have to type in Google?

I found the words you have to type in to get to their site. It is actually “the watch series tv” and first results should take you to www.thewatchseries.tv This site is actually geared towards only television shows but is very legit unlike other sites I have reviewed. Speaking of reviews, I couldn’t really find any reviews on this site. But the site basically works like “piratebay” except it is more user friendly with images. I did a test run on trying to open up a episode from Simpsons and it worked great. You have to have some type of torrent software to make the site work but still pretty happy with the results.

Watch-Series Updated to a New Domain Name!

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Another android!reader, at aobajosai, where a!r is Oikawa's android and he treats her like shes a nothing robot junk, and Iwa has to step in because mama didnt raise a jerk. But as she grows and learns with his approach, Oikawa gets jealous and breaks something, so she has to get reset. And iwa's there when he goes to pick her up and she's just, "hello" like they didn't have the deepest connection just a few days prior--Green

I haven’t done DBH AU in SO long lol I feel like I hyped it up so hardcore and then forgot all about it after it fell out of trending :( Which sucks - but hey, I still love the characters, and I love their world! Super cool, super interesting! Anyway, thanks for the request, Green! -Admin Satori <3

**POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING? IMPLIED PAST ABUSE/ASSAULT**

Iwaizumi Hajime: DBH AU

A loud ‘THUNK’ followed with a slightly quieter rattle had you stuttering in your steps towards the kitchen. You blinked a few times before realizing you’d been hit with something, the error message of the impact displaying in your vision, unseen to the humans in the room.

“Why’d you do that, Shittykawa?”

Slowly, you turned on your heel to face your master, and his best friend, Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Then your eyes followed to where you’d heard the rattling of the fallen object. The remote for the television. Analyzing it, it was second nature for you to determine who was attacking you, you could see Oikawa’s familiar fingerprints smudged all over it.

Looking up, your eyes met his. The difference between the two gazes was visible - your dead eyed stare, a look of confusion on your perfect features as you tried to understand what caused his throwing something at you - his amused brown eyes, a smirk on his lips showing he knew exactly what he’d done. For absolutely no reason other than to mess with you.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes before he got up from the couch, going to kneel for the remote but stopping half crouch when you were already bending down to grab it. His hand touched yours, briefly, and he quickly pulled away, “You don’t have to do that, ________. He’s just being a dick.”

You stood straight, as did he, and gave him a gentle smile - an expression you assumed would calm his hiked heart rate… Though it only seemed to cause the opposite reaction as his body temperature seemed to rise with the smile. “This is my function, Iwaizumi-san.” You nodded to him once before walking past him to deliver the remote back to your master. “It seems you dropped the remote controller, Master.” He’d programmed you to have you call him the silly address every time you talked to him.

Oikawa raised an eyebrow, giving you a dark look with his curled lips, “Oh? Do you really think I, of all people, would drop something so easily, Tin Can?”

A lurch of your heart, a static in your brain, caused by his negative name for you. But you pushed the software instabilities away - your programmed response to smile and shake your head rising above whatever that was. “Of course not, Master. I must have dropped it myself. Here you are.” You placed the remote on his arm chair before turning and heading back to the kitchen. Passing Iwaizumi with a neutral expression.

“That’s what I thought.” Oikawa muttered, clearly pleased with himself at programming you correctly. He’d always wanted to be treated like a king. He’d had barely enough money, but with you running the house while he was out for work or school, he found he had more time to better himself in the fields that would bring him more funds.

Maybe he’d get two or three more of your model. You were, honestly, the best looking android out there, after all.

Iwaizumi frowned as he sat back down, giving Oikawa a disapproving look. “You don’t have to treat her that way, Trash Boy.” He crossed his arms and leaned back into the cushions, the sound of running water reaching his ears; you were cleaning up Oikawa’s earlier lunch - Iwaizumi had cleaned his dishes on his own.

“Her?” Oikawa gave Iwaizumi a withering look before breaking out into a fit of chuckles, “Oh yeah, sure, let me just treat her like any other human.” At Iwaizumi’s furrowed eyebrows, indicating his ‘well why wouldn’t you’ incoming question, Oikawa cut him off, “Why would I? I paid for it. It is my property, it does what I want it to. The perfect wife if humans were allowed to marry them.” He tossed his hands behind his head with a confident smile.

The look of disgust overcame Iwaizumi’s expression, “You wouldn’t treat your wife that way.”

“That’s why it’s an android. I can treat it any way I want.”

There was no reasoning with him, Iwaizumi came to realize. Oikawa was going to treat you the way he wanted no matter what - it was as if the purchase of your body and software had costed the young man his morals and understanding of rights and wrongs.

Soft tapping of footsteps had Iwaizumi turning his attention from the TV to you, cleaning up the kitchen table from the weeks food and homework sessions between the two friends. They’d made quite the mess. Your eyes scanned the surface, deciding which was the best route to the cleanest end. All options lead to a cleaned surface, you knew, but there was a certain way your master preferred things to be cleaned. It was in your programming to do it just that way. The blue of your LED showing you were content, doing exactly what you needed to be doing, staying in the lane predetermined for you.

A hand rested over yours as you went to grab an empty pizza box, “I’ll get that.”

*^^^ Software Instability*

You looked up at who the hand belonged to, feeling a jump in your thirium pump at the sight of Iwaizumi’s calm smile. A quick scan of yourself turned no anomalies or recalls of parts. You were in working order. Though, the yellow of your LED didn’t go unnoticed to Iwaizumi as he stared down at you.

“Please return to Masters side, Iwaizumi-san. I will take care of the house chores.”

He’d heard that dialogue option before. He’d heard it many times from you. But still, he grabbed the empty box of pizza, the forgotten paper plates filled with pizza and wing grease and sauce. You stared in confusion at his consideration, at his actions to make your job easier. Why would he do this? What drove this human to help the house android? He made sure to pick up whatever crumbs or fallen toppings were big enough to grab before he went to make his way to the trash can.

Only, Oikawa was standing in his path. And he didn’t look happy at all.

“I can’t believe you’re making our guest clean up. What kind of defective robot did I get?”

Your eyes widened, you recognized that tone of voice. He was furious. Livid. This did not bode well for your current serial number. You slowly turned so you were facing him, then turned down your head, “I am not defective, Master. Please accept my apologies as I was not quick enough to clean prior to Iwaizumi-san-“

“And now you’re blaming him? Wow… I’m getting real tired of having to spend my hard earned money on your repairs.”

Iwaizumi frowned and stepped in front of you, “Stop talking to her like she’s just some roomba.” Oikawa stared at his friend in disbelief, about to question his defending you, “She didn’t ask me to do anything for her, I figured you’d made a big enough mess for all of us to help.”

You stared at the back of your masters best friend. Your eyebrows furrowing as you struggled to understand why they were arguing over you. You were a simple android. Nothing to fight about. You reached up and patted Iwaizumi’s shoulder, the warmth of his human body sending a shock to your internal systems.

*^^^ Software Instability*

This was’t going anywhere, Oikawa realized. Iwaizumi was outlasting his welcomed stay. “Alright, I’ll stop talking to her like that… We still on for practice tomorrow?” Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow when Oikawa’s attitude seemed to do a 180. Now he was completely cordial. The change completely threw him for a loop, and he didn’t realize he was moving until he felt Oikawa slap his hand on his shoulder, “It was great having you over, Iwa-chan~. You always seem to make watching matches so much more fun!”

Iwaizumi frowned as he was led to the front door, where you stood with it open and ready for his departure. You didn’t look up from your feet, your face seemed devoid of anything you’d shown earlier. No gratitude, no small smile his way, not even blinking - for a moment it looked liked you’d shut down.

LED ring turning red, your eyes flickered from your shoes to his eyes. A flash of something indescribable filling your eyes before suddenly draining away. Too quick for him to make sense of in that moment. He wouldn’t find out until later that you’d been crying for help then and there.

His departure wasn’t any good news.

The next time he saw you, your clothing choice was much more… conservative. You wore a long sleeved turtle-necked sweater, the blue glow of CyberLife clothing showing itself in the gentle accents of your clothing, you wore pants this time - as opposed to the pencil shirt and no sleeved blouse he’d seen you in last time.

You also didn’t meet his eyes. Your hair was loose from the bun Oikawa always had you wearing, some strands still seemed stuck in the turtle neck you wore, it was as if you were using your hair to hide from him. Or hide something from him.

“Is she alright?”

Oikawa blinked his attention away from the window he was currently shopping through, glancing over at where you stood a good distance away from the both of them, the yellow of your LED ring showing you were in standby. “It’s fine. Just going through an update, I’m sure.” He brushed off Iwaizumi’s concern, going back to his shopping, perfectly content with his life and control over the things in it.

Iwaizumi wasn’t convinced though. He rolled his eyes at his friends nonchalant attitude, taking his shopping bags over to where you stood holding Oikawa’s. You didn’t blink at his approach, didn’t even seem to react or acknowledge his being there beside you. Though you could feel his warmth. You’d just been told not to look at him. Not to talk to him.

Direct orders held Iwaizumi in an unseen box. Moving wherever he went, causing an unpleasant shock to your systems whenever you glanced his way; Though the stings of which were getting less and less potent with each glance you’d cast… Maybe you were growing used to the shock of it? Was it considered pain? Did you feel pain?

“You doing okay? How big’s the update?” You didn’t answer, staring down at your shoes, your LED spinning a cautious yellow. Master had said it was an update, huh? Binding you further into silence, it seemed. You didn’t respond to him, but that didn’t stop his questioning, “He must have gone shopping for you, huh?” Still no answer, but you wanted to confirm. You’d never wear anything like this - not if you had a choice.

A choice? Since when did you start thinking about choices? Since when did you start thinking at all?

“I think what you were wearing last time was much nicer…” You could feel his heartbeat increase at his confession, and how you wanted to see his expression. You wondered if he were flushed with embarrassment or confidence? Though the barrier around him blinded you to his presence. It’s like your software had wiped him out of existence. “I also really like your voice… I’d like to hear it again, please.”

A gentle order. Or was it a request? You weren’t sure. You’d always been told what to do. Iwaizumi wasn’t your master, but he was asking you to do something. The barrier holding your mouth shut loosened just the slightest. The icy cool in your systems making you think something was wrong with your internal fan as you went to open your mouth.

“_______! Come here! I have another bag for you.”

Your legs were moving before you could politely excuse yourself. Not that you were allowed, Master was looking right at you. The piercing of his eyes had you paralyzed from any vocalization. You reached where he stood, “Thank you, Master. Is your day going well?”

Oikawa shoved the bag into your arms, almost making you drop the others, taking pride in your human like surprise. He’d caused that. Not Iwaizumi. “It’s fine. Go back to your post.” You went to turn, but his hand on your shoulder had you stopping in your tracks, “Don’t you dare utter a single word. I’ll send you in for scrap parts if you do.”

Permanent shut down? The icy feeling in your chest seemed to intensify. The LED on your temple flashed red. You were scared. This was what being scared felt like. If you weren’t made of metal and plastic, if you were full of flesh and organs, you were sure your steps back to your post would be stumbling, you were sure your stomach would be queasy with the feeling of fear prickling up your artificial spine.

He meant it. You were sure.

Iwaizumi frowned as you took your place where you’d been before. Watching your temple slowly return to a cautious yellow. Standby again, it seemed. Though you hadn’t been going through an update - that would have rendered you immobile. So were you ignoring him?

Don’t look. Don’t talk….

A loophole. Steeling your systems for a major shock, you let your hand reach out to Iwaizumi’s beside you. Your fingers curled into his palm, spelling out ‘HELP’ on his skin as best you could. You were shaking at the touch of his skin against your artificial sensors. He felt so warm, so strong… Safe, you assumed. You hoped.

He stared ahead of the two of you with a look of confusion. Feeling your shaking message inside his hand before yours was disappearing from his reach once more. Oikawa glanced over, seeing you standing stock still, not looking, not talking. Iwaizumi felt a rush of panic in his chest, trying to come to terms with what it was you were asking for help with. It couldn’t be true, could it?

Oikawa turned back to his shopping, and Iwaizumi turned his attention back to you, “Are you okay?” Your fingers found his palm again, tracing out ‘No. Help.’ On his palm. “Is it Oikawa?” ‘Yes. Help.’

How could he possibly help? Stealing, obviously, was something he could be charged for - stealing someones property, let alone someone’s android, was something he could be sentenced to jail for. Since androids were considered a luxury, it’d add time onto his already theft charge…. He couldn’t talk to Oikawa about it. There was no way. He’d just hurt you again.

‘Sleeve. Up.’

Iwaizumi felt your hand disappear once more, turning his body to be able to see you properly, but you weren’t looking at him. You couldn’t. You couldn’t talk. His hand slowly moved to your arm, taking hold of your hand as a way of comfort before he was lifting the sleeve of your sweater.

Dents. Projection of your programmed skin tone flickering in and out of resolution, becoming blurry in some spaces. His finger stroked over the damaged projections, feeling the indents of your metal/plastic arm. Damaged.

His hand still held yours, though it held it stronger at the feel of your abuse. “Did he do this?”

‘Yes. Help.’

That was something he could do - times were changing with Androids. He’d be able to take this to the police, be able to tell them what was going on… He was sure the android division would have somethings to talk to him about.

He pulled your sleeve back down, patting your hand before glancing over at Oikawa, “Oi! Shittykawa,” Your temple flashed red for a moment, “I’m going to take ______ to the car, put our bags in there so you have more space for more things!”

Oikawa smiled, “Ah, great! Thank you, Iwa-chan~! So thoughtful! You’ll make a good boy toy one day!”

How he wanted to approach his ‘friend’ for what he’d just found out. How he wanted to beat some sense into him. Tell him what he was doing was wrong, tell him that he would be taking you to the safety of his home, that he’d grant you your freedom when he’d make you deviant. He wanted to guarantee you your safety.

But Oikawa… How could he also betray his friend? His best friend?

Conflict of the two interests welled within his heart, confusing his brain on what it was he knew as right or wrong, his morals seeming to take into consideration all the factors going on here.

Regardless, he took your wrist, gently, in his hand before leading you outside of the shopping center. He led you to the car the three of you had come in, opening the trunk and dumping the bags. You stared at the filled trunk of bags, wondering if you’d end up in the same trunk if Oikawa ever found out what you’d told his best friend.

“Talk to me.”

You couldn’t even look at him. The red demands, orders, blocking him from you.

“Please…. Talk to me, tell me what’s going on. Please.”

He stood in front of you now, his hands on your forearms as he crouched enough to be in your view. His green eyes seemed to be pleading with your cooperation. And while you stared at him, you couldn’t see him. The red hazards keeping you blind of his presence right in front of you.

Why? Why did you have to listen to Oikawa? Your master? Why? What made him superior to demand you do what he wanted you to do? Who was he to boss you around? He’d spent money on you, on your software, on your predecessors… But that wasn’t your fault. Why are you following his orders?

The red orders disappeared around Iwaizumi. Exhaustion seemed to register to your systems.

You’d just reasoned your way into deviancy.

“_________-“ He didn’t have a chance to question if you were alright, or hearing him, before you were lurching forward to wrap him in a tight hug. You buried your face in his shoulder as your body shook. You were scared. This life of fear, of deviancy, of feeling… It was scary. It was new. You weren’t sure if you could handle something as frightening as this. But he simply smiled, relief filling his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his hand up and down your back soothingly, “Hey, shhh, it’s alright… I’m right here… I won’t let you get hurt anymore, okay?”

“He told me… Not to talk to you… Not to look at you… Because I’m his.”

Iwaizumi frowned now, holding you closer, feeling your artificial tears absorbing into his shirt. You were being ordered to avoid him? “You’re no ones but your own.” He slowly pulled away from the hug, holding you by your shoulders to be able to stare into your eyes, feeling his heart leap into his throat at the sight of your tears streaking down your cheeks. “I’m going to take care of this, okay? I promise.”

His fingers wiped away your tears, and a new feeling bloomed into your thirium pump. It was warm and soft. It had your tears drying in your eyes and a smile threatening your lips. What was this feeling?

“I’m scared, Hajime….” You finally whispered, the thought of going back into the shopping center, of seeing Oikawa, of going home with him with no Iwaizumi there to save you… terrified you. Those thoughts quickly pushed the warm feelings aside. This was a much more prominent feeling, you’d come to learn in your few minutes of deviancy.

“Don’t be. I’m here…”Offering you his heart, he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. He would protect you with his life without question. He’d save you. He’d keep you safe and away from the Oikawa’s of the world.

But the time came when the two of you had to go back inside. Had to see Oikawa. You played the part. Falling back into routine, not going against his order, though there were a good number of times you wanted to stand up for yourself. You knew you couldn’t. Not while you were still his property.

The road to freedom seemed so far away. There were laws, avenues to be taken with the correct paperwork.

And Iwaizumi would walk through hell while doing it all to keep you safe.

It was the next day that Iwaizumi knocked on Oikawa’s front door, feeling his heart fall into his stomach when it was his friend that answered, “Iwa-chan? It’s barely 9AM… I’m surprised you’re even awake.” The look on Iwaizumi’s face showed there would be no pleasantries for this house call. Oikawa felt on edge with the look, “Uh… Come in, I guess… What’s up?”

“I’m taking _________.”

Short and simple.

“Wha-What?” Oikawa was taken aback, giving Iwaizumi the oddest of looks before he laughed, “Oh.. This is one of those horrible jokes you like to pull, huh? Well! Can’t get me, Iwa-chan~! Maybe Mattsun and Makki, but not ole’ Tooru. I know you too we-“

“Where is she?”

Oikawa tilted his head, finding less and less humor in the situation as it was becoming clear that Iwaizumi was being serious, “Under who’s authority are you taking my paid for android?” He smirked only for it to fall when Iwaizumi handed him the paperwork from the police department. Opening it quickly, almost tearing it in half, his brown eyes skimmed the orders, “‘It is hereby ordered that owner: Oikawa Tooru release the freshly deviant android: _________ to the police department to be given a citizenship- Freshly deviant??” Oikawa looked at Iwaizumi with wide eyes only to find his best friend had wandered into his house in search of his purchased android.

“Where is she?” He asked again, his voice rougher this time. His patience was running thin with his friends antics.

“Wait wait wait, what do they mean freshly deviant? You mean she could have killed me? Like all those other people on the news?”

Iwaizumi stopped in his tracks, sending a glare straight into Oikawa’s heart, “You meant the ones who killed their abusive owners to stop being beaten and attacked on a nightly, daily basis?” He raised a eyebrow, “Why? Have something to confess, Oikawa?”

Light footsteps approached the hall in which the two seemed to be having a power struggle. Looking towards the archway, Iwaizumi felt his heart calm in its race at the sight of you. The same clothes he’d seen you in yesterday, he knew he’d be able to have you press assault charges on Oikawa once you were in the safety of anywhere but this house. “Good Afternoon, would you like a cup of tea, Iwaizumi-san?”

“Iwai- ________…?” You blinked passively as you watched his approach, giving him a small smile of greeting, “What’s going…. Wha…?”

Your LED swirled with a yellow before blinking blue, now understanding what it was he was searching for, “I am sorry for the confusion, Iwaizumi-san. Master graciously, and generously, noticed I was experiencing some software relapses yesterday evening and-“

Iwaizumi turned to look at Oikawa, who stood at the still open door with a smug smirk on his lips, “And I had them revert it to its factory settings.” He shrugged, “It’s going to be a bitch to redo all its commands and orders and whatever.. But hey…”

“No-“

Oikawa sent Iwaizumi a wink, “I paid good money for it.”

A/N: YIKES :l

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I messed up big time recently! It has been long enough since I submitted work to be printed, that I forgot the crucial step of verifying my color modes before uploading files to be printed on demand. Thankfully, nothing was purchased before I caught the mistake, and I have made all sorts of corrections since then. Namely, I took down my Society6 store since it just wasn't worth the aggravation to get everything set up yet again, and I updated all of my files on Redbubble and my fine art print shop to include removing any previous designs that just wouldn't print correctly.

So what was all this fuss really about and is the extra work really worth it? I think so! Because check out this print sample or my work (image shown above), "Take One," I recently received from my shop. Those colors are so bold and bright, and they look identical, if not better than the digital file!

Correct color profiles are absolutely a crucial element to ensure your art prints correctly. Two commonly used color systems in the industry are CMYK and sRGB. CMYK is used primarily for printing, while sRGB is used for digital displays such as computer monitors and mobile devices. Let’s take a closer look at these two color systems and their differences.

CMYK is an acronym for cyan, magenta, yellow, and black; this may seem familiar if you've ever changed out the ink cartridges on your home printer. These four colors are used in combination to create a wide range of colors and when printed on paper, they create a color space known as subtractive color. In other words, the ink absorbs light and subtracts color from the white paper. CMYK is used primarily in printing because it can produce a large number of colors and shades with high accuracy, which is ideal for a fine art print.

On the other hand, sRGB is an RGB (red, green, blue) color space used for digital displays used by most computer monitors, televisions, and other digital displays like tablets and phones. The sRGB color space is considered an “additive” color model, which means the colors are added together to create the final color.

The key difference between the two color systems is their color gamut. A color gamut refers to the range of colors that can be produced within a particular color space. CMYK has a more limited color gamut compared to sRGB which is why when converting from RGB to CYMK, you may notice some color loss in your art that you didn't intend for. This is because the inks used in printing cannot reproduce the same range of colors as a digital display, so when designing for print, it is important to keep in mind the limitations of the CMYK color space.

So how do you get around the color loss issue? If you're creating digital work, change your color profile to CYMK for your working color palette while working on your designs. This ensures bright, crisp colors when you print without the loss of the vivid hues you originally chose. When scanning traditional artwork, you should have the option in your scanner's software to choose a CYMK mode. I personally use a lot of .png files which means my CYMK files are typically saved to sRGB automatically for display and is the preferred file format for most of the print-on-demand services I use.

I hope this helps with any color profile woes you may have! Let me know if you have any questions, and I will do my best to assist.

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Nothing Sez “Student Game” More Than The Dinosaur Evening News (that’s a good thing, btw)

The above is Mediazoic, which takes place in an alternate reality in which dinosaurs have come back to rule the earth and they've hired you, puny human, to make sure their televised broadcasts are dino family safe.

You moderate comments left on message boards, censor full frontal dino nudity, and so on. It's a student game alright, and one of my top picks from the NYU Game Center Student Showcase2018!

I was also fond of Dreams For Your Computer because CRTs, magnets, and cats...

... Here's what it looks like in action, btw.

Though the one game that I liked the most, and which would actually fare well on the marketplace, would have to be Static...

And honorable mention goes to an updated take on Flight Simulator, which recreates a 6 hour long commercial flight as a passenger...

... The best part was the look on Stephen Totilo's face, who kinda didn't get it.

When was the NYU thing btw? Over two weeks ago, and it’s been even longer since the last update. Sorry about that. You know the deal: a million, billion things going on. As usual.

Hence why it’ll take not just one, but two bursting at the seams posts, to cover the second half of May! So onto part one…  

Please, please, PLEASE let these Game Center CX Blu-rays have an English language option (via miki800.com)...

Not a day goes by in which I don’t wonder how that guy who appears in the instruction manual for Bomberman B-Daman is doing these days (via videogameartarchive & videogameartarchive)...

I really love the “are you for real?” vibe that Samus gives off in the instructions for the original Famicom Disk System release of Metroid (via nintendometro)...

If you’ve ever wondered what a pair of bosses from Mega Man 9 & 10 would look like with 8’s 32-bit sheen, well here ya go (via mendelpalace)...

A print ad for the Famicom adaptation of Akira that wasn't all that hot (via videogameads)...

Though whenever anyone hears the words “Akira video game”, this is basically what immediately comes to mind. Anything else is a disappointment, no matter what (via aaronkraten)...

Welcome to the rabbit hole that is the Memorex VIS (via @ColinWilliamson)...

Is the soundtrack to some ultra-obscure home banking software for the Mega Drive worth a listen? You goddamn right it is (via mendelpalace)...

… The accompanying article is also totally worth a read.

It’s the Battletoads X Blue Swede mashup that you can’t believe hasn’t been done yet (via SiIvaGunner)...

Replace Link with myself & Navi with my iPhone, which I use as an alarm clock, and you have earlier this morning in a nutshell (via nintendometro)...

“So where you going?”

“Down a road. A low poly road…”

“Where you headed towards?”

“Whatever’s at the end of this street. This low poly street...”

“If you look up, what do you see?”

“Low poly buildings, under a low poly sky. Who knows, maybe there’s some low poly birds up there, behind those low poly clouds…” (via pmpkn)

From looking at low poly skies to soaring high above them, but what a difference an arcade board makes huh (via kazucrash)...

This is what Metal Max 2: ReLoaded on the DS looks like, at its normal resolution...

And this is what it looks with the resolution bumped up (via gaucheartist)...

Is this sprite of a BMX biker animated unusually well or am I just out of touch when it comes to 2600 software? Granted, it does come from a game made in 1989 (via segagenesisevangelion)…

According to the law: “NO JUMPING” (via vgadvisor)

“Hi guys.” (via beowulf-ultra)

Such a heartwarming scene (via @PicturesFoIder)...

This is what VR looked like many years ago, which is basically how it still looks today as well (via peazy86)...

It’s Yuji Horii, from way back in the day, presumably before he had created Dragon Quest (via videogamesdensetsu)...

Why yes, I have heard of the Ocelot Arcade System, by virtue of it being Quality Simon Carless content...

... BTW, “Quality content” is in reference to this. Moving on: yes, I've also heard of VecFever. It plays games that you might be familiar with, since it emulates old vector MAME titles...

Meanwhile, am only just learning that Tiger released their handhelds in Japan under the Game Vision label (via segacity)...

The Sega Dreamcast: it's thinking... about you, cuz it cares about you (via posthumanwanderings)...

"Wait… was he always there?" asks the official Sonic the Hedgehog Tumblr (via sonicthehedgehog)...

And the final nail in the coffin for this gag came courtesy of the official Sonic Tumblr as well (via sonicthehedgehog)...

"Good news everyone skyrim has been ported to the Bethesda offices carpet" 

"Who the fuck designed support pillars to obstruct a quarter of the hallway?" 

"Bethesda" (via mysteriouslypeculiar)

Yet another "it's funny cuz it's true" (via highlandvalley)...

So annoyed that I only find out about this Games Glorious shirt on the very last day of kylefewell‘s Japanese extrusion (via miki800.com)...

Not a fan of the game (don’t hate, I just don’t find it very enthralling), yet for whatever reason, I REALLY want this vintage Mappy sweatshirt (via namcomuseum)...

When video game attire looks plausible IRL (via @cvxfreak)...

Much like with regular attire, with cosplay, sometimes it’s all about the accessories (via frankiebalboa)...

Don’t think I’ve ever seen this piece of Marvel Super Heroes vs Street Fighter art before (via segacity)...

For those who dig POC, as well those who dig VF, and also those who dig FV... that last one's Fighting Vipers, BTW (via fightersmegamix)...

It’s a crying shame that Fighting Vipers is such an unknown commodity these days (via kazucrash)...

Virtua Fighter vs Virtua Fighter… Kid (via segacity)...

It’s a crying shame that Fighters Megamix is such an unknown commodity these days (via segacity)...

So hyped for RPG Time, based solely upon the headline image used for this 10 ten list of BitSummit games (via @indiegameweb)...

Please enjoy yet another thing that I originally posted on a Saturday late at night, whatever time it might on your end right this second (via contac)...

Been a while since I’ve seen the handiwork of Joe Bleeps, largely since it’s been a while since I’ve been collecting Game Culture Snapshots; the man has certainly stepped up his game (boy mods) since way back when (via kotaku.com)...

Am also very much impressed by the Game Boy Macro, though once again, am super irritated that GBA games do not rest flush with the DS Lite’s body...

An example of function over form I guess (@gamesyouloved)...

Familiar with Line Wobbler? Ever wished you could play it on the go? Are you into demakes? For the Game Boy Advance? (via @diskmem)

Today’s corrupted GBA boot up sequence is (via corruptionasart)...

Can anyone tell what Famicom game we’re seeing that’s all glitched out? (via mendelpalace)...

My fave part of this NES 2 print ad is how, in order to truly drive the message of “EVOLVE OR BECOME EXTINCT” home, whomever felt it necessary to include a little picture of a dinosaur (via nintendometro)...

Was this an ad for the SNES? I ask because it’s considerably more sophisticated when compared to what you usually encountered in gaming rags at the time (via nintendometro)...

This ad for the GoldStar version of the 3DO, hailing from Korea, makes me so proud to be (half) Korean, you have no idea (via notablegamebox)...

This Space Invaders tribute piece is like the cover art to some 80s heavy metal record (via shmups)...

Meanwhile, the album art for the Metal Black soundtrack feels more Pink Floyd-ish than anything else (via reportal)...

As amazing as it would have been to attend a ZUNTATA concert 20 years ago, I desperately wanted to see them perform various Darius cuts live just the other week (via miki800.com)...

This cover art for a tribute album celebrating 25 years of Mega Man is still quite good, 31 years after the fact (via rnn-draws)...

My recommended reading this time is a comparison of all the various Mega Man sprites that have been, including a few that you may not be familiar with (via retrovania-vgjunk.blogspot.com)...

Apparently there was a Mega Man boss that was part arcade machine, but he only appeared in some mobile game, for f's sake Capcom (via mendelpalace)...

Guess now’s a good time to share another random game canter pic (via gogopri)...

Pathos at the game center, even among Sailor Scouts (via funnysailorm00n)...

A pride & joy of my personal collection is both the original retail Japanese release of Jet Set Radio & the available via Sega Direct only edition: De La Jet Set Radio (via videogameartarchive & videogameartarchive)...

Here's an alternate take on it’s alternate cover star (via @Drooling_Demon)…

Putting together the necessary gear to properly grind the streets of Tokyo-to (via kiroziki-cosplay)...

JSR tales place in a fictionalized, idealized interpretation of Japan, whereas this gif is a very realistic take, yup (via dehtyar)...

Meanwhile and elsewhere, somewhere in the United States of America it would seem (via behexagusthegreat)...

There's still dinner time in the future (via kirokazepixel)...

My contribution to #WorldGothDay (via it8bit)…

From dark & dreary, to warm & fuzzy, yet still black & white (via this old post from a few years back)...

Old photos of a Japanese school kid obsessing over the Famicom are somewhat dime a dozen, but the PC Engine? A very rare treat (via gamingremembrance)...

From black & white photographs of Japanese 80s kids playing consoles, to a full color animated gif of US 80s kids at the arcade (via tvneon)...

Time to wrap things up by touching upon something that kept me awfully busy over the past few: Death By Audio Arcade X Dreamhouse II. Here's a rather mysterious image that appeared on the FB event page, and which was utilized in my promotional push...

... Did it work? You’ll have to find out in my part 2 of my Attract Mode X Tumblr: May 2018 recap! Due tomorrow. Maybe.