Hey there! Here is a little intro before going into the full story. My name is Kai, I am a 20 year old male, and Have been working this office job for 2 and a half years. My coworker, let's call her Sunny(27F), has been working the same job the same amount of time.
We got hired on at this job together and from the first few weeks of training I offered to give sunny a ride to work every once and awhile since her place was between the location and mine and she does not drive due to her high anxiety regarding being behind a wheel, and that causing her heart problems.
Sooner rather than later she began to rely on me getting her to work. And at first I didn't mind because of said reasons above. Even after I moved I was still willing to pick her up as we had arranged ways for her to pay for gas and have emergency rides should I not be able to take her.
Then she started asking for rides to other places like doctors, food, even groceries. At first I didn't mind as I have a pretty free schedual.
Things really only started to not sit right when she would constantly get annoyed if I could not take her to these outside-work activities even though she has a husband who could have taken her and other people willing to as well.
As of recently she has been having issues with her husband, which I will not go into severe detail for, that has caused her to believe they might be close to a divorce. Steam rolling from that she has also been on a lot of new medications due to her health problems.
Every day this week as she's gotten into my car all she does is complain about her situation. Which is fair and she has every right to vent. And as a friend I don't mind listening to her and giving advice when appropriate.
What I do mind though is that, the first time, she was yelling the whole time, screaming her problems even when we stopped to get gas for my car. And when I attempted to calm her, she snapped at me. I usually brush things like this off my shoulder but yelling and sharp tones have always been trauma triggers for me to recede into my emotional shell.
Things have steadily gotten worse. When making small talk about workplace drama with her I mentioned something she did not agree with and her response was "I DONT WANT TO AGRUE THIS WITH YOU KAI" Which was a common phrase I heard in my childhood that always translated to "Shut up your opinion doesn't matter!" Etc.
Once again this has triggered my own trauma various times. Over the course of the week I have attempted to communicate with her that I wish to take a step back from her personal problems. This is to shift my focus back to my own mental health and reduce the amount of stress that is severely impacting my work style. (Side note: I'm not meeting quotas because of the emotional stress this is causing me.)
Every time I have interacted with her as of late she's taken her frustrations out on me and hurt me in some way or form. And the worst part about it is that she had texted me and several of our friends on the weekend before saying she was going to "keep her head down so she doesn't accidently hurt any of us with her own issues."
I've talked to several of our fellow coworkers and friends about how I'm feeling and several have expressed that dispite the amount of drama it may cause I have every right to tell her that I need space and she needs to find another ride until she gets her problems sorted and/or apologizes and stops.
While their opinions about this situation matter I would also appreciate if any of you lovely readers have any advice to give. Or even critics if I am being an asshole.
Thank you for your time. -Kai

Hello everyone! This Mac is my first and only Mac, so I'm not that familiar with making the best judgments about it. I would really appreciate our opinions and advice.
About my mac. It's Macbook pro 2016 (https://support.apple.com/en-ph/111999) - link
Processor: 2.9 Ghz Dual-core Intel core i5 Original OS is i think Sierra, but now its Monterey.
Replaced the battery once and the OS was also updated to Montery.
Now, for the purpose of this MAC I just use this for personal use. Like browsing sites, social medias, files, notes sync with my iphone, mail, etc
I have a separate laptop that I use for work, which is a ThinkPad, and I am more familiar with it.
I won't say this laptop is perfect, there are times when it slows down, but not that it caused inconvenience.
Most of my files are on cloud as it is synced with my iphone, though I have around 400 photos saved only on this MAC. Which I could just upload again.
Reasons why I didn't think to upgrade yet

• I could buy a new one but it will impact my savings.
• I love the Touch Bar feature, which I don't see on the newer MacBook Pro models. This might seem unimportant to some, but after using this Mac for years, it became natural for me to use it without glancing.
• Just so compact 13" laptop and handy to bring

Question
I've research and saw this article
https://it.ucsf.edu/standard-guideline/macos-big-sur-and-older-versions-discontinued#:\~:text=Expect%20macOS%20Monterey%20support%20to,be%20supported%20later%20this%20year.
I don't know if it will be still doable for my laptop to upgrade to a newer OS? what do you think? Upgrade the OS and keep the MAC? or trade this old baby and purchase a new mac? if so, what do you think should I purchase for this kind of purpose? I prefer smaller like 14" if ever.
Thank you!

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Anglestan
Augustus 5, 1923
Facility 9, Mancheston
Colonel Jacobs
His hands flew through the folders General Jorgenson and Colonel Thatcher had. There were dozens of them, stacked upon each other all filed in alphabetical order. It had only been a few days since he had woken up from his coma and visited his home— now his mother’s grave. He clenched his fists at the thought. The grief and rage threatened to bubble and spill over once again. He took a deep breath and dragged out the exhale, almost to the point where he had emptied out his lungs.
He was the only one with clearance, and so he couldn’t disclose any of what he learned with his team. They would simply have to trust him and his judgment. Which he was sure they would do. His hands went over one of the folders skimming through it. There were multiple secret projects, but the ones with the most notes were Project S.T.A.R, Project L.U.N.A.R.I, Project R.E.V.I.V.E, Project D.A.W.N, and Project T.E.M.P.L.A.R.
The colonel decided to start with the most notes and papers. Project D.A.W.N.
He skimmed through the notes, reading through some of the details and highlighted words. Project D.A.W.N, the espionage project Thatcher had started placed two spies in Verlin who were to report directly to a Crescent general named Sienna Moretti who was apparently on humanity’s side.
So I was right. There was an espionage element. With the recent attacks and Thatcher’s death, however, it’s safe to assume that it had somehow failed. Either they got found out or they betrayed us. Both seem very likely, but if they were found out, it would be possible that they had died.
He read through all of it before setting the folder down. There were no new notes recently. He sighed and assumed that Project DAWN was a failure. Whether or not the agents were still alive and well, it was too risky to check if they had been compromised. It was better to assume that they had been and cut all contact. The only way to find out now was to go there himself and check. I can’t contact them again. There’s no telling if it would still be Moretti or the agents who would see my messages. It’s a big risk, and judging by the state of things, best to assume it failed.
He picked up another folder. This one had the label ‘under development’ on the folder. Project Templar. He opened the folder and was instantly met with a blueprint and drawings of a massive bipedal machine. It looked humanoid with strange proportions and was supposed to be standing at an impressive 30 meters, or 100 feet. The Titanic Engine Mech for Personal Land Assault and Reconnaissance.
It was apparently a joint project with the Church of Sol, utilizing new and advanced technologies he hadn’t heard of. A 203mm Gatling cannon on one arm, while the other had three different weapons. A massive firestarter that utilized a new type of fuel mixture that could theoretically spew flames a kilometer away using a high-pressure nozzle. The fuel was ignited using an electrical spark. The second weapon was a high-powered light weapon that fired a single powerful beam of focused light that was even further amplified by layers of focusing lenses that could increase its output several times. Its third weapon was… a dust domina?
Mark read through the specifications of the so-called ‘sand cannon’ weapon. It was a massive cannon that accelerated tiny particles several times. Each particle was to be electrically charged, and it would travel at immense speeds. Near impossible speeds. The resulting impact of a microscopic particle at such speeds would be enough to form a small crater and punch through armor like it was nothing. This weapon would fire multiple at the same time, which could literally eat away at anything on the opposing end.
In terms of secondary weapons, the titan had two missile launch chambers in front of its shoulder each containing about 40 missiles, and two massive howitzer cannons on top of it. Both are 800mm in caliber. It had massive stumpy legs that served as bunkers for a small platoon on each leg. Each leg had machine dominas and 155mm cannons. Its chassis held two nuclear reactors inside providing for its power and weaponry. Its armor was the thickest and most ridiculous he’d ever read. Two meters of heavy steel armor.
How far are we in terms of technology? This thing looks like it came out of an H.G. Wells sci-fi novel. He thought, shaking his head. It was over the top, but there was no denying its combat capabilities. If it was already under-developed then it must be the first prototype. This has already been approved. Guess I better see it for myself later and check how it's coming along. Construction apparently started just a few months before the invasion.
Next was project L.U.N.A.R.I. It was a project involving Six. “Huh,” he said, continuing to read on.
The Light Undone: Nocturnal’s Adaptive Resistance Initiative. As he read further, his eyes widened. The reason why Six was so special wasn’t just because of her immunity to all strigoi weaknesses, but because of her impressive ability to turn any true born strigoi like her. She could transfer her strain like any other strigoi and transform them into a version of hers. It however only seemed to work for naturally born strigoi. The new species of ‘half-breeds’ were called ‘Blessed Children’ as Thatcher had coined in the folder.
The plan was to turn all willing true-born hemolite strigoi into these blessed children. Able to withstand the sun. Immune to silver. Free from the dependency on blood. They could remove all the weaknesses of the strigoi and after the war— make it possible to integrate them into society as normal citizens living on the surface. The project folder also made mentions of a city-wide draft in Dante and highlighted the possibility of turning all Dantenite true born strigoi into these blessed children and renaming them as ‘Lunari’. A mix of the dark and the light. The light of Sol reflected in the children of the night.
“Thatcher, what the fuck have you been up to…” Mark whispered to himself.
While it was true that it could help in the war effort by utilizing Six and the dantenite population, it would also invite some unforeseen problems and consequences. Would humanity be okay with the Lunari? Would the world even be ready for them? Strigoi who were immune to the sun. They wouldn’t be impossible to kill, but they would be immensely more powerful if we were to take away their inherent weaknesses. This is a gamble. Its gain would only be seen during the war period, but its unintended effects on society could be catastrophic.
He frowned, setting the folder down. It was obviously Thatcher’s main plan; seeing as all her moves could be traced to the path of the eventual completion of this project. It seemed dangerous in the long run, but the duskwalkers and dantenites had been monumental in the war effort. Maybe it was the time the world started to accept them more. Isolation and segregation was definitely not the way to disperse fears and foster understanding.
If Thatcher thinks this is the next step forward… then I’ll put my faith in her plans.
Next up was Project S.T.A.R, or the Superior Tech and Adaptive Resistance. An upgrade to the current hemolite weapons and gear by using new researched studies. The Starfire Pattern Domina. The SFD-23 This thing features a new loading system and magazine, ditching the rotating cylinder most domina used, or the rotating helix magazine design of the current hemolite standard BM-16 domina.
The new domina had its magazine like a box… a strange design but it was certainly easier to handle than the bulky cylinders the helical mags used. In terms of ergonomics, it was smoother and fit more. Its placement however was on top of the domina, just above the barrel. Most of the weapon were to be made of lightweight polymers and the barrel itself were to be crafted out of reinforced aluminium. In addition to that, it had a 10-inch bayonet attached to it.
There were other new things as well, such as the composition of the bullet. Looking at the conceptual cross-section designs, Mark read through its description and how it would function. A .308 cased telescoped bullet covered in a silver jacket with break-away petals surrounding the main body. Inside the jacket was a penetrator core that was to be made of depleted uranium. It had a small amount of incendiary compound and… powdered white phosphorus behind an explosive compound. The thin silver jacket would deform and trigger the explosive compound inside the body. It would blow up causing massive internal damage and release the incendiary materials into the body with the flecks of powdered white phosphorus. The penetrator core could still potentially keep going and hit a second target, or punch through heavily armored targets.
Part of the new Project S.T.A.R was overhauling the armor and gear of not just the Hemolites but the Hunters as well. Starfire Mk 1. Carapace Armor. Carapace? It looked like plates of steel covered in a rubberized coat. It was supposed to be slipped on over the original hemolite body armor. It added a spring-loaded wrist blade to the gauntlet, a thicker coat made of resistant materials, and added extra padding for the knees, shoulders, and elbows.
However, the hemolites weren’t the only ones mentioned in the folder. It was to serve the Hunters as well. “Hunters…” Mark said. “August’s group is part of this initiative too.” He flipped through some of the pages. There were blueprints and drawings of an armored suit. A mechanized suit even smaller and more compact than the jotunn units. The Mark 1 STR battlesuit. It was supposed to hug the wearer’s frame and increase their overall power. It was supposed to be built of titanium alloy and a heavy steel frame with composite armor. It had a cooling system, life support systems that could recycle bodily fluids, and an exoskeleton frame that could increase the wearer’s strength and speed.
However, the real eye-opener was Thatcher’s notes. She had been ranting about the new human evolution, and how the Hunters were the first of the ‘Solari’. She wanted to enhance human genetics and push past the peak of human ability to reach greater heights. Implants and restructuring of the anatomy to make it more efficient. Using the blood of the goddess herself. She must have lost it. These are the ramblings of a lunatic. At least… if she didn’t mention the goddess. Why was the goddess important here?
The writings ended with the words: “See Project R.E.V.I.V.E, for more details.”
Mark eyed the final folder. His hands shook as he reached out to take it. Flipping it open, his hands nearly dropped it in shock. The goddess Helena was alive. There were pictures of her naked form floating in a giant tube of fluid. There were more of Thatcher’s ramblings and excited rants about the possibilities of such a discovery. Resurrection, Enhancement, and Veneration: Implementation of Visionary Evolution.
The goddess is alive?! According to the file, she’s currently under the Cathedral of New Lundun. Not only that, but the file also detailed the extraterrestrial tech that lay beneath the cathedral. So the goddess is real and she’s— not really a goddess, but rather, a vampyr who created herself a human body to stand in the sun, and decided that it wants to be on humanity’s side… what the fuck.
Mark’s frown and confusion only increased as he read on. Thatcher’s notes seemed to nearly descend into madness as she had written about creating ‘the first hundred’, alluding to the 100 members of the Hunters division. Her plan was to revive the goddess, and with her help and expertise in genetics— use her DNA to transform the Hunters into demi-humans. Super soldiers. Literal children of the goddess Helena. They would then don the STR battlesuits, the first of the superhuman warriors to defend humanity. Solari.
Their lightning-speed advancement into technology was heralded by studying the alien tech, which deepened the understanding of physics and engineering. Nuclear technologies, chemical warfare, new material sciences, the mechs, and walkers, it was spearheaded by trying to reverse-engineer technology centuries ahead of our own… for the past hundred years. It wasn’t completely stolen, however. More or less borrowed ideas that had been made into our own with our own designs and implements. Still, the speed at which the Church and the military had deciphered such advancements all by themselves was… impressive to say the least.
Still, the fact that the goddess was alive, and could be brought back was big news. Checking the file for details, he found that the previous general, Jorgenson, had already approved this project. It was their next step as soon as they returned from New Amsterdam; which never happened.
If Helena was alive, then she could end this war swiftly, or at the very least help greatly like she once did during the War of Darkness. Having the goddess back would throw a massive wrench in the Crescent’s plans. It would certainly be something they wouldn’t expect. Not even I expected this, since many sources say that the goddess had already ascended to watch over humanity, while conspiracy theorists claim she had died in battle and that the Church was worshiping a corpse. This could be the trick up our sleeves that no one would even consider.
The colonel quickly got up from his seat and gathered the main files he had read. He placed them in a bag and rushed outside of his office in Facility 9. He went over to a nearby room and flicked the lights on. “We need to go,” he said. In an instant seven hemolite soldiers got up from whatever they were doing and instantly stood in line.
“Sir! Whatever you need of us, sir,” the group said in unison.
They were Hemo-1. His former squad members. He had taken up Louis' suggestion that they be his personal security detail. It was a shame that he had basically placed the best hemolite team out of commission, but after all he had been through he convinced himself that he could be just a little selfish. He didn’t want to lose any more friends. Not on his watch. Not while he was in an office, and they were out fighting.
“We’re going to New Lundun. Better pack up, it’s going to be a long night.”
“Mark,” Olivia said.
Jacobs turned to her direction and gave her a nod.
“Colonel, sir, may I ask where in New Lundun?”
“Liv, you don’t need to do that with me. Please. I give all of you special permission,” the colonel groaned. “It’s so weird. I mean, ‘captain’ was bad enough, but now you’re acting like I’m an authority figure.”
“You… are, though,” Emma shrugged.
“I’m your friend, and Liv I’m literally your partner. Unless you have some kind of weird fetish, save it for later.”
Olivia grinned, shaking her head. “Duly noted!” she chirped.
“That’s better,” Mark chuckled. “Now come on, we have a cathedral to visit.”
“Uhh, I’m not sure if you noticed, but we’re kinda… strigoi?!” Louis groaned. “I’d burn the moment I step in that place! Plus, it’s coated in silver! Anything I even touch will give me burns!”
“Oh come on, Lou. You have fucking gloves on. As long as you’re not a clumsy dumbass you’ll be fine… oh wait.’
“Uh huh, just sayin’ what I think, boss.”
The group headed out and Mark said something on his radio. He then sat on the ground, making his joints pop. The rest of the squad shrugged and followed his example, sitting down on the grass and waiting for… nothing. Charles and Zach looked at each other in confusion. “Uh, sir?” they asked. “Aren’t we supposed to be heading out and traveling right now?”
“Oh yeah, we’re just waiting.”
“Foooor…?”
The colonel gave them a smirk as a loud noise began to make itself known. A hummingbird transport appeared out of the distance and stopped right above them, slowly descending into the grass. “Being colonel has its perks,” Mark said with a smile. He stood up and hopped inside the hummingbird as soon as it landed. “Come on now! We’ve got work to do! Last one aboard buys everyone food later!”
Emma zipped in before Mark could even finish his sentence, followed by Olivia, Phineas, Charles, Zach, and then Louis, who sadly took too long to process what the colonel said, and lagged behind.
“Aw, man! Fuck this shit.”
“Rules are rules, Lou. Prepare your wallet later.” Mark grinned.
With a smile, the colonel pulled Olivia to his side, who blushed for a moment before shaking her head. “Take us up! New Lundun Cathedral! How long would it take?” he asked the pilot.
“About an hour and a half!” The pilot replied. “Less if you want to get there as soon as possible!”
“Take your time! The night’s still young.”
The hummingbird started to lift up, taking them into the air. The group settled down in their seats and watched outside the open. Mark opened up a bag inside the hummingbird and took out some ear muffs built for a strigoi. Extremely loud noises were damaging for a strigoi’s enhanced hearing, so the military started implementing ear muffs for them after complaints from early deployments of the hemolite squads.
The trip didn’t take too long. In only an hour and twenty minutes they had arrived at the safe zone of New Lundun, heading straight for the cathedral. The night mass had just ended and people were leaving the cathedral. “Looks like we made it in perfect time!” Mark smiled. They hovered for a few minutes in the air before eventually landing down right in front of the statue of Helena.
As soon as they landed, the colonel and his group left the hummingbird. Mark instructed the pilot to wait for them. He went straight for the cathedral with his group following behind. He entered inside, clearing his throat. “Hello?”
“Well this is surely unexpected,” an old man said, walking up to greet them.
“Great Grandfather Aurelius. It’s uh, an honor.”
“Please. The honor is mine… I see you’re the new colonel. Yes, I’ve heard the news,” he said. “Would you mind telling me your name, young man? As well as your companions, if they feel so. I usually don’t allow duskwalkers here but, I have nothing against them. I’ll make an exception for your group.”
“Thank you, Great Grandfather,” Mark replied. “I am Colonel Mark Jacobs. These are my friends and security detail. Olivia, Zach, Phineas, Charles, Emma, and Louis.”
“I see, and what brings you here?”
“Since Thatcher’s demise, I was given access to her research and project folders upon taking up the title. I’ve learned about what’s under your cathedral,” Mark cleared his throat. “Would it be alright if we could see it? I’d like to check it for myself. Of course, under your permission and guidance, Great Grandfather.”
The church head looked from Mark to his companions. He pulled a slight frown and hummed. “Do these companions of yours have the clearance? Surely, we wish to keep our secrets hidden,” he said. Mark nodded.
“They do not have clearance to know what is in Thatcher’s folders and her findings,” the colonel nodded. “However, I give them permission to accompany me, and should they discover things for themselves, then you have my word and my trust that I can keep them from spilling state secrets.”
The Great Grandfather gave a short pause before ultimately relenting. “Very well,” he let out a sigh. “Follow me.”
Aurelius walked behind the altar and pulled the same lever, which opened the same staircase leading underground, where Jorgenson and Thatcher had once gone. “Over here, colonel,” he said. “I do not know you completely yet, but this is a big deal of trust I am giving you. Perhaps you would be the one to do things that Thatcher could not have.”
Mark nodded, he and his group followed the Great Grandfather down the staircase. It led down to a massive underground facility, with numerous priests, researchers, and scientists. Libraries, records, instruments, and artifacts of old. It was a treasure trove of learning.
“So,” Aurelius cleared his throat. “What would you like to know about?”
“This isn’t all of it,” Mark said. “Thatcher mentioned a living, breathing, Helena.”
His group behind him let out a soft gasp, but they tried their best to hide their surprise.
“Hm,” the Great Grandfather nodded. “Perceptive young man aren’t you? Very well.”
They were then led into another room, behind a set of heavy blast doors. If the whole group were trying to hide their surprise then, now they could barely contain it. Even the colonel stared awestruck at the things he had seen. Despite the near-magical objects around them, the true shock was the massive starship at the end of the hallway. “It’s impressive isn’t it?” Aurelius said. “All of the goddess’ artifacts and items at our disposal, to use and learn from, to integrate into our own. This is why Anglestan is the most powerful nation in the UHT in terms of development. When it comes to industry, however, that would go to the UNA. But we share our secrets with them. All our advancements are handed to them first before any other nation.”
“This is all amazing, Great Grandfather,” Mark replied. “But this is not what I’m here for.”
“No, it’s not.” Aurelius nodded.
He led them to another room, one that was sterilized and sported advanced machinery. Things that Mark had never even seen. There were screens with luminous green texts that appeared in front of it. Large panels with numerous keys, levers, and dials. Graphs of all sorts and beeping monitors. In the center, was the very thing he had come all this way to confirm. A large cylinder filled with liquid, sporting tubes and pipes connecting to its base. Inside was a woman of large proportion. Four arms, two legs, and six wings. In her bare chest was a symbol of the sun that seemed to glow dimly.
“There she is, there’s you goddess.”
Neither Mark nor his group spoke a word. He walked up to it, eyeing the woman inside. It really is her. Down to the last details. Golden hair, six limbs, six folded wings, and she looks massive. Probably as big as her statue just outside the cathedral. This is it. The very goddess in the history books, the one spoken about in legends and the one worshiped in the Churches of Sol.
“Can we free her?” he said.
The Great Grandfather nearly choked on his spit upon hearing those words. “Free her?! That could kill her! We don’t even understand this technology, let alone control it!” he said pointing at the panels. “The machines you see here are the best and most advanced we have based on what we can reverse engineer, but even then, the consequences of tampering with its functions may be disastrous!”
“I understand, Great Grandfather,” Mark said. “But we are in a dire situation, and the goddess may be our hope of turning this around. Whatever secrets of her tech that you don’t understand, wouldn’t she be able to teach us directly? What good is she floating around in Sol knows what?”
“That is her miraculous healing fluid. She had already built this contraption centuries ago in case anything were to happen to her, that her body’s natural healing could not sustain,” Aurelius said. “During the War of Darkness, Helena was struck with a weapon so deadly, her very cells began to tear away. The Reaper. Dealt to her by Absolem the progenitor. Her flesh was peeling from her body, and she began to decay whilst she still breathed. She entered this contraption and gave strict instructions to the Great Grandfather at the time, not to interrupt the healing process. The machine that monitored her, however, began to fail over time.”
“So this… these screens and panels…”
“Is only what functions we can understand. We took it upon ourselves to rebuild and study it the best we could. What we have right now is only a cheap imitation of a technology we do not fully comprehend,” he said. “It took us decades to even figure out the fundamentals and create a working prototype of this machine. By some miracle, the goddess’ healing process had remained even while we replaced components of technology ahead of ours.”
“But you know how to free her, don’t you?”
“I… yes.”
“Great Grandfather Aurelius,” Mark began. “We can end this war. Imagine what we could do with the goddess fighting on our side. We could advance even further, we could finally end the bloodshed, and we can show humanity that there is still hope. Imagine how people all over the world would feel seeing as their goddess has returned.”
“I wish I had your enthusiasm,” Aurelius said. “But it is simply too risky. The Church’s duty is to protect Helena and her legacy. We keep her alive, literally and figuratively. She nearly died the last time she was involved in a war. Would you risk losing the goddess?”
“Would you risk humanity losing?”
The Great Grandfather fell silent, looking back at Helena floating inside the tube, then to the panels that controlled it. He frowned and let out a long sigh. “The goddess said that we should not interrupt it. That it would end as soon as it was finished. Maybe we should trust her words.”
Mark shook his head. “I don’t spot a single blemish on the goddess. Not a single scratch,” he argued. “You said it yourself that the machine had begun to fail and you replaced components. How would you know that the thing that’s supposed to wake her up was not tampered with? Think about it. What you may think is a useless piece may be integral to the whole machine. Or maybe your replacements were not up to the task. Just because nothing’s happened doesn’t mean its functions have remained whole.”
“Young man, we simply cannot gamble with the goddess’ life here.”
“Have you no faith? Great Grandfather?”
Aurelius stepped back in shock. Mark’s companions looked at each other, clearly surprised as well. “Mark… I don’t think we should keep arguing with—” Olivia tried to say.
“No,” the colonel said firmly, cutting her off. “Great Grandfather Aurelius, do you think that Helena will not be able to pull through if we wake her? How long has it been? A century? How much longer will we wait? She may be immortal but humans aren’t.”
“I'm sorry, but the chances of failure are too high. The probability of her—”
“I don’t care about the probability! Would you rather put your faith in a statistic?!” Mark raised his voice. “I lost my mother to this war! My friends! My job! My eye, and almost my life! I’ve put mine on the line out there! You don’t know what it’s like out there! Was my mother’s death just a probability too? Was she just a statistic to you?! That as long as the numbers are good, no matter how many are lost, we are ‘winning’?!”
“Mark—!”
“No, Liv! He needs to know what’s really going on out there!” he spat. “Great Grandfather, with all due respect, but you don’t have a damn clue what it’s like to be in the field. You’re a man of faith, aren’t you? Take a risk. Everyone else has.”
Aurelius stood there, dumbfounded. He bit the inside of his cheeks and clenched his fists. “For your insolence, I would have had you flogged and stripped of your rank,” he glared at the young colonel. However, his features slowly softened, letting out a soft sigh. “But I have never seen such conviction. Mighty is your faith.”
The Great Grandfather moved over to the panels and reached into his robe, pulling out from around his neck a key with the symbol of the sun. He inserted it into the machine and turned. A beep sounded, right before Aurelius pulled a lever. In an instant, the fluid inside the glass chamber began to drain out into the tubes under it. Slowly, the chamber emptied and all that was left was the nude form of the goddess sitting in the glass.
“Did it work?” Louis asked, stepping forward and looking at the woman.
Aurelius stayed silent, his hands shaking in anticipation. Mark moved toward the glass chamber, when suddenly, the glass opened up like a door, releasing a fragrant mist. They stood there, watching for a whole minute. Nothing. At first nothing. The Great Grandfather looked like he was about to break down. His knees shook as he covered his mouth, thinking that he was responsible for the death of Helena.
That was when… a soft sound was heard. Movement. Olivia immediately went over to Mark and stood in front of him. Ready to protect him should anything happen. Slowly, the goddess moved more, her arms inched to the side.
Then, her eyes opened.

I have been using todoist in a basic way and want to integrate it with Obsidian which I'm learning now.
I have three Projects in Todoist and Obsidian : Dance , music and philosophy ( I'm an interdisciplinary artist) some tasks are repitive like a habit and some are one of tasks.
What are some ways people are doing / would recommend to do, to link my tasks from todoist to the projects in Obsidian so I can take down notes and integrate podcasts, blogs etc with the classic speaking to each other setting.
Also maybe to get graphic representation and time calculation for my tasks visible in Obsidian.
I will be looking into the todoist sync plugin, and calendar plugin.
Thank you

Greetings, all!
As Dawntrail draws ever the closer, we are looking to recruit like-minded players to join our static!
A little about us
We came together towards the end of last tier, most of us having resubbed late due to RL reasons. After finishing Anabaseios, we set our sights on TOP with the goal to clear before the next expansion drops—some of us also have other Ultimate clears under our belt. We have extensive Savage raiding experience, aiming for at least purple parses with week one/week two clears for historical raid tiers. Unfortunately, not everyone from our Ultimate group aligned with our goals/time so we're seeking to recruit and fill our missing roles.
What we're looking for
People who are dedicated and can make raid times, putting progression and the challenge first and foremost. As avid players, we are always looking to improve and put in the effort to come to raid ready and prepared. With that being said, we're also working adults and *very* drama-free—toxicity of any kind is not welcomed or appreciated. We strive to prog and clear above all else while respecting people's lives, making the most out of the hours during prog. However, this doesn't mean that we don't put fun first—we're all pretty chill and enjoy spending time outside of raid together (absolutely no pressure if that isn't for you), but we also know when to focus up when needed. We would appreciate from you:

• Previous Savage experience, Ultimates a big plus.
• Coming to raid ready and prepared.
• Proactiveness in improving and understanding your job.
• Open to constructive criticism and improvement (it goes both ways!).
• Mic is preferred, but we're fine with no mic as long as you're constantly communicating.
• Proof of past experience and job competence through FFLogs as we're looking to clear week one.

Times
NOTE: WE ARE PST!
Week 1: 4-6 hours a night on weeknights; degen it on the weekends.Week 2+: 3 hours a night, 3 days a week.
Exact hours are open to discussion, but our goal is to clear week one and we will be doing as many hours as possible during that time to achieve this. At the moment, PTO is not planned so we will be reviewing VODs and strategies ahead of time so we can clear as fast as possible. I personally may be entering PF with an alt to get practice as soon as the tier drops. We are also looking to move on to Eden Ultimate later on this year.
Roles
Listed below are the current members with some willing to flex roles. As we all rejoined late last tier, some of the linked logs are to times where we played more seriously, but you're free to browse our raiding history.
Jon Tanku [Tank/HealeMelee]
Alfendi Ariandel [Tank/Melee]
Yuzu Tea [Healer]
Honey Vee [Phys. Ranged]
Nova Cygnus [Caster]
We are seeking:
Tank/HealeMelee
Please feel free to DM me here, or contact me in-game @ Alfendi Ariandel (Sargatanas) if you're interested! Thanks for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful week!

Greetings All!
I would love to have your insight on the compatibility between a Libra Woman and a Capricorn Man.
I am the female Libra with a Libra Stellium. My Sun and Mercury are in Libra in the 6th House, as well as Venus in Libra but in the 7th. My Rising sign is Aries and my Moon is in Leo.
He is a Capricorn male with a stellium in Capricorn. His Sun, Mercury, Uranus and Neptune are in Capricorn in the 1st House. All Conjunct. I believe he has a Cancer Moon and Sagittarius Rising.
On a side note we both have Pluto in Scorpio and Mars in Cancer.
His Midheaven is in Libra in the 10th House and my Midheaven is in Capricorn in the 10th House.
We have known eachother for quite some time but have always kept our connection platonic and very respectful despite clearly expressing physical attraction towards eachother. I sense that we both are reserved with our emotions when it comes to love but once in a committed relationship will be endlessly loving.
We work in very contrasting fields. Him being into tech, and I work in the health and fitness industry. But we share the same niche interests. He will be moving much closer to me which will give us the opportunity to know eachother better but I am still very curious nonetheless. Thank you for your input!

Hi all,
I'm looking to purchase some land, but the soil report I received seems to be concerning. I've shared this with three builders. Two have said it's likely to add substantial cost, and the third said it wasn't an issue.
If there are any builders out there experienced with building on slopes, I'd really appreciate any insights or considerations. The block is beautiful, but it's not cheap, and I really don't want to pay to inherit a bunch of problems. It is the only block on the street that hasn't been built on, so I'm a bit suspect to begin with.
It's a large sloping block (25%), at the top of a hill. Great views (not a cliff).
The current owners have done what appears to be a quick and cheap cut and fill to create a pad at the top of the property, but the pad is only across half the block. I'd just redo this and make it the full width of the block. In other words, I wouldn't be using the existing pad, I'd be looking to "start from scratch".
Two boreholes were drilled, one (BH1) at the back of the pad (near where the "true" ground level would be) and the other (BH2) at the front of the pad (where the most built up ground is).
The results are as follows: Based on the findings of the site investigation, the classification of the site is considered to conform to: CLASS “ P ” (Due to uncontrolled fill- See Target Stratum). PLEASE NOTE: If not for the uncontrolled fill encountered, this site would have the characteristics of an “M” Site.
The Target Stratum for the foundation of the structure at location BH1 is the WEATHERED ROCK at a depth of 600mm below existing ground level. The Target Stratum for the foundation of the structure at location BH2 is the EXTREMELY WEATHERED ROCK at a depth of 3000mm below existing ground level.
Thoughts? Would be above be cause for alarm / deal breaker? There is some more information in the report, about what conditions the ground is at particular depths, but I think the main takeaways in the above.
Thank you!

I’d like to cancel my PIP due to change in circumstances. I’d like to be as prepared as possible before calling the helpline and would really appreciate it if anyone had answers to the following questions:
1) I am doing much better and am top of my mental health. When the agent asks me when this change occurred, how do I go about answering this? With mental health, things aren’t as sudden as moving to another country for example, where it happens on a specific date. How do I avoid them scrutinising when I got better and potentially even trying to make a case for me paying them back for previous months?
2) What questions am I likely to be asked over the phone?
3) My understanding is that I will be sent an assessment form, is that the case? Is it possible to ask it to be sent to a temporary address?
4) Will I need to send any supporting documents along with my assessment form from a third person or is my testimonial enough?
Thank you so much!
Note: I know some people might question my decision to cancel PIP and urge me to keep it, but I have made my decision and am happy with it :)

"Katsuki Bakugo, the hero known as CoolOff is a villain killer!"
The news circulates throughout the country. It's on TVs, YouTube ads, Posters, Billboards, stickers. If that wasn't enough the people are now wearing badges calling Bakugo a criminal.
"Young Bakugo, I heard what happened. Come we need to leave the country NOW" All Might stressed.
"No, I'm not leaving because a bunch of damn extras starting sympathising with a fucking femicidal maniac"

...

"I'm sorry, I'm just really agitated by this whole thing. I can't believe my entire career as a hero is over" Bakugo said as he looked down at his feet sheepishly.
"Don't be. This whole thing will blow over soon when the truth gets out" All Might responded
"Thanks"
KRAKAKAKOOOOOOOMM!
"What was that"
"I don't know but we should go check it out"
Bakugo stops Yagi
"I should go check it out. You stay, with OFA's embers down to 45% you're in no condition to go fight"
"Fine, but I'd feel more comfortable by your side Young Bakugo...That way I'd know your safe"
"Aww, your making me blush" Bakugo replied sarcasticly as he ran off.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
"There's more where that came from" The mysterious voice answered as he joyfully tormented his victim
"Please...Please stop" Izuku pleaded
"NO"
"Now I'm gonna make sure your kind never sees the sun rise again. INDISCRIMINATE SHOCK 1.3 MILLION VOLT-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP NERD"
Bakugo caught Denki off guard
"Wait. Are you that pathetic quirkless murderer guy i've been hearing about because frankly you're such a damn bore" Bakugo teased
"A-Are you making fun of me" Denki questioned
"Duh! What else do you think I was doing shit for brains"
Denki gasped
"That's soo rude" Denki reacted
"KAAACHAN!" Izuku gleefully cried
"Oh hey Deku"
"Wait. You know this juvenile" Denki queried
"Well-um yes? Kaachan and I go way back. We used to hang out back in Junior High"
"DEKU!!! Stop telling the bad guy E V E R Y T H I N G" Bakugo started grinding his teeth in frustration.
"Oh...sorry"
"HUMAN STUN GUN!" Denki electrocutes both Deku and CoolOff and runs off
All Might smacks Denki with a wooden plank effectively knocking him out
^{"Timber from Cainz...Specifically Miura Smash"} All Might careful whispers to his sleeping opponent.
"Who are you talking to?" Bakugo said bluntly
"N-No one" All Might hastily said
"Is that?...All Miiiiiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhhttttt" Izuku breaks out into a fanboy frenzy
"Yes, it is I young man. You must be awfully scared but fear not for I am here"
Izuku starts crying and tells All Might about how scared he was
"What do we do with this piece of crap now?"
"We?"
"We" Bakugo confirmed
"OW!" Bakugo yelled
"What's wrong Young Bakugo?" All Might asked
"Yea Kaachan are you alright?"
"I'm FIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNEEEEEEE"
Bakugo was indeed not fine
"You're sweating and your arms are covered with black veins"
"Huh?"
"Denki has an electric-type quirk" Izuku blurted
"Then it's worse than I thought" All Might added
"I think...You might be dying"
Bakugo laughs at All Might
"What are you crazy?"
"I'm quite serious Young Bakugo..How's your breathing and your heart rate. Check your heart rate"
"Alright All Might"
Bakugo checks his resting heart rate
"It says 160. Is that good?"
All Might dissolves back into skinny form
"You should be dead" All Might articulated
Blood starts dripping from Bakugo arms and old wounds start opening up
"That's not good"
"NO SHIT DEKU"
Bakugo's heart rate starts rapidly beating as if it were to explode
Bakugo struggles to breathe
He tries to shake the feeling off but ends up splashing his blood all over Deku
Bakugo realises his time is up and flys as far away as he can from the city and people
He explodes in an abandoned warehouse
Tears drop down All Might's face as he hears his protege's demise
Izuku goes home that night upset and gloomy.
He wakes up the next day
And punches his door in a fit of rage
His arms explode off
Terrified Izuku calls his mom for help.
4 hours later
"The surgeons have managed to successfully reattach your arms Izuku"
"Are you ok, honey?" Inko asked worried about her son's spontaneous combustion
"I'm fine mom"
BREAKING NEWS! TEEN HERO COOLOFF FOUND DEAD IN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
Inko switches off the tv
"I'll give you some space"
Inko exits the room and heads over to get some coffee
Izuku's door opens
"Mom, I thought I made it clear I wanted to be left alone"
"Well then it's a good thing I'm not your mom"
"ALL MIIIIIGGHHHT"
"Hello Izuku-Kun, I heard your arms exploded off which is why I came"
"You see Bakugo is....dead. Which I'm sure you already know but what you don't know is that I gave my power to Bakugo..One For All...And he gave that power to you"
"Me? Why would Kaachan give OFA to me?"
"Well he didn't do it intentionally. When he tried shaking all his blood off some of it must've entered your mouth or gone up your nose and with the intention in mind to transfer the power you received it"
"Why would Kaachan want to give up this power?"
"Because his burden proved to great for him to handle"
"I'm sure you took note of the media cancelling Young Bakugo"
"I did"
"Well the media kind of twisted the truth and as a result Young Bakugo has been having thoughts of quitting for months. He let his rage get the better of him and now he's....May his soul rest in piece".
"Now that your arms have been fixed I think it's time to start your training"
Meanwhile in an abandoned warehouse
"Ah! CoolOff the 9th and last user of OFA! Now OFA will finally be mine!
The mysterious man grabbed CoolOff's hand but to his surprise no OFA
"He passed it on. I should've expected this of course Toshinori's protege would have his own protege". The mysterious man thought
"No matter. I'll make use of what I can" the mysterious man said a loud as he carried CoolOff's corpse to his van before driving off
"Vive Les Puissants"
Fin.
Some trivia about this universe:

• In this universe Bakugo is given OFA (at least 2 years before he ends up in UA).
  
• Bakugo is a lot nicer and friendlier to All Might than everyone else (All Might gives up on his relentless quest of finding a quirkless aspiring hero. It's been 20 years so he just gives OFA to the strongest and most dedicated aspiring hero he can find).
  
• Izuku also pulls up to UA (quirkless. He's in the General Education Department).
  
• All Might uses tech from David and Melissa Shield as well as Mei Hatsume and Power Loader [to make up for OFA's declining embers All Might utilises tech to continue his day-to-day hero pursuits. All Might's support gear includes: Electromagnetic Soles (for speed), High Density Capture Nets (neatly compressed and fired from a gun to swiftly capture one's foes), Koete Arm Bracers (a mix between Izuku's Airforce gloves, the mid-gauntlet and the full gauntlet. It's reinforced with iron, tungsten, tantalum, and vanadium. The fingertips of the Arm Bracers are covered with potassium chlorate, sulfur, and nitroglycerin [covered with resin so All Might doesn't accidentally set himself on fire. These coin-like projectiles activate when All Might flicks them at his opponents], The QAD (David Shield's Quirk Amplification device. The prototype was a headset but since then the design has been redeveloped and has been drastically changed to a set of trendy shades), and a Jetpack (to allow All Might to fly without placing further strain on OFA's embers).
  
• Weirdly enough Bakugo has been silently doing hero work for 2 years (He's following Eraserhead's footsteps by avoiding the media).
  
• Bakugo comes face to face with his arch nemesis [the weird slime villain who got the better of him 2 years ago] and blasts him to smithereens...This creates a very unfortunate series of events of Bakugo.
  

Greetings All!
I would love to have your insight on the compatibility between a Libra Woman and a Capricorn Man.
I am the female Libra with a Libra Stellium. My Sun and Mercury are in Libra in the 6th House, as well as Venus in Libra but in the 7th. My Rising sign is Aries and my Moon is in Leo.
He is a Capricorn male with a stellium in Capricorn. His Sun, Mercury, Uranus and Neptune are in Capricorn in the 1st House. All Conjunct. I believe he has a Cancer Moon and Sagittarius Rising.
On a side note we both have Pluto in Scorpio and Mars in Cancer.
His Midheaven is in Libra in the 10th House and my Midheaven is in Capricorn in the 10th House.
We have known eachother for quite some time but have always kept our connection platonic and very respectful despite clearly expressing physical attraction towards eachother. I sense that we both are reserved with our emotions when it comes to love but once in a committed relationship will be endlessly loving.
We work in very contrasting fields. Him being into tech, and I work in the health and fitness industry. But we share the same niche interests. He will be moving much closer to me which will give us the opportunity to know eachother better but I am still very curious nonetheless. Thank you for your input!

I'm UK based so this is from an NHS perspective
I thought I'd write a post to hopefully help a few people out if they are feeling nervous about surgery. This is my personal experience and everyone's will be different obviously, but I thought I'd share.
Had my surgery yesterday (May 16th) but I hadn't slept a wink. I was utterly terrified of what lay ahead. Aside from the one gallbladder attack on the 22nd of April I had no further issues. I lay there thinking if I was doing the right thing, going to butcher myself from a one off occurrence. I got up and showered at 6am, packed my Grogu dressing gown and my slippers and slowly made my way downstairs. My husband sat on the sofa, telling me he'd got up early to see me off. He was feeling guilty because he would be unable to come with me because he gets very anxious travelling to far. I shared my fears with him and he just sat with me and cuddled me and told me I was doing the right thing because he'd been misdiagnosed when he was younger and went 18 months suffering from debilitating Gallbladder attacks and he didn't want to see the same thing to potentially happen to me.
I drank my last glass of water at 6:30am before crying as I ordered the Uber at 7:00am to take me on the 11 mile journey out to the hospital in a town I'd never been to before. Every second resisting the very real urge to tell the driver to turn round. I got to the hospital at 7:32 and obviously went into the wrong building at first. But one of the very helpful ladies on the desk pointed me in the right direction and even offered to walk me part way so I could find it. I said I would be OK. I made my way round to the Day Surgery building only to find a queue at the reception desk.. Giving me even more opportunity to run screaming out of the door. But I thought of my husband's words and I stayed there. Gave my name and plonked myself in the reception area, trying to distract myself with my phone.
Around 20 minutes later I was called through to have my first discussion with a member of the surgical team. The nurse taking me through could see I was obviously getting upset, so she gave me quick hug and reassured me I'd be OK. I sat with the surgical team member who went over everything they were planning. He had my notes and could see that aside from the Gallstones I was otherwise healthy. He explained that because my case was relatively simple it would be an almost 100% chance it would stay as Keyhole Surgery and he told me how the operation would be performed and went over the consent to surgery form with me. Strangely this made me feel a bit more at ease because he was not only being kind and understanding of my distress, he was professional and informative.
After that discussion I went out to the waiting room again to pass time before being taken to the ward. Again about a 15 minute wait and I was brought through to the ward. A second nurse came to do my heart rate and blood pressure. At this point I was fighting back tears which the nurse could see, so she let me talk out my feelings and offered me kind words to calm me down.
At this point the Anaesthesiologist came into my little curtained off area to tell me what he would be doing as part of the team. The mild sedative he'd administer to get my brain ready for the anesthetic and that I would be the second surgery of the day so I'd be in around midday. He confirmed my consent forms and double checked I was who I was. He also gave me some kind words and left. The nurse took details of who she would call after the operation to let them know I was OK (my husband and the friend who was picking me up) I settled down on the bed while the nurse pottered around with my paperwork. Then the shock happened. The first nurse I'd seen that day poked her head through the curtain to inform the blood pressure nurse that my surgery had been brought forward because the person who was meant to be first hadn't turned up yet. New panic activated. I wasn't expecting it so soon. So I sat there mildly horrified that I wouldn't have time to process. I was told I'd be going to get changed soon. After a short wait, I was then informed the first patient had turned up... So I was bumped back to second I thought. OK I can relax a little... No such luck. The surgical team had already begun prepping for MY operation. So they would still be doing mine first instead. I didn't have time to panic. I was brought through to the changing rooms, given some very sexy paper knickers and compression socks and a robe. I popped on my Grogu dressing gown over the top and my slippers. I didn't even go back tu the ward. The nurses took my clothes I'd come in with and boxed them up safely. I was guided through to the surgical prep room. Where I was greeted by the two members of the team I'd already met and the additional team member. They talked me through everything again and confirmed my consent for the surgery to go ahead and one kept me occupied by talking about my nerdy tattoos as he popped a brain wave monitor on my head. I was asked for my weight and height so the correct dosage of anesthetic could be given. A cannula was put in my hand and the Anaesthesiologist administered the first dose of the sedative which gave me a mild light feeling. They continued to talk to me about my tattoos which were from some of favourite TV series and even had a laugh about my Grogu dressing gown. Then I was given the main dose of anesthetic. No counting down from 10, just continuing to talk about the TV series... And then I woke up in the recovery room. Sore, but not in agony. Feeling very groggy, but I came round fairly quickly. Slurring my words a bit and trying to pay attention to the nurse who was rousing me. As I became more aware she told me my operation had been absolutely textbook with zero issues. Nice clean incisions glued back together. She gave me a mild but hospital standard painkiller
After a few minutes I was wheeled through to the main ward again where I was met by the nurse who had taken my blood pressure. Smiling she sat me up slightly in bed and gave me some water and got me some biscuits to nibble on. She told me that I'd be there for 3 hours after the operation which was standard. They wanted to check I was as comfortable as I was going to be. And that I had been to the toilet at least once during that time. I had a very dry throat from the breathing tube so I was sipping a lot of water. I had a bit of help walking to the bathroom but they said it was positive that I had been. Of course silly me had forgotten to bring a book to read during my wait, but the nurse said as long as I was discreet while she went and made the phone calls I could listen to something on my phone... So me being me, I picked a true crime YouTuber (Rotten Mango). She came back and checked my blood pressure every half an hour, which she was happy with. I just sat and passed the time. Getting more lucid with every passing minute. I was told I could carefully get dressed. My friend was delayed in traffic so I stayed an hour longer than I had to (4 hours in total) and the nurses I'd seen that day both have be a gentle hug and said it had been a pleasure to be with me that day. I slowly made my way to my friend's car and came home to a waiting husband. We took a short walk to the shop (my choice) to get me some light food to eat of crackers and a couple of fruit scones. I didn't immediately feel a need to rest so I gently sat at my computer and watched a few videos. Then at 6:00 I took one of the industrial strength codeine the hospital had given me and settled down to sleep for a couple of hours. I did sleep OK last night after going back to sleep again at about 1am and after taking 2 of the codeine which brings us to now. I've manged to eat, I'm still tender, but on the whole I'm OK less than 24 hours after surgery.
Sorry this was a long one and if you've made it to the end. Thank you for your time

Hi! First time poster here but I’ve been seeing a psychologist for my social anxiety and autism for over a year now. He wholeheartedly says that I am on the spectrum and sees my struggles especially with work and my (nonexistent) social life. However he stated that he would diagnose me with Asperger’s, but since that’s not a valid diagnosis anymore he won’t diagnose me at all.
Idk if I’m wrong but I thought that it was integrated as ASD level 1? I really don’t want to keep feeling like an imposter when all of his clinical notes on me clearly say he’s saying I’m on the spectrum and what I struggle with but with no official diagnosis :( is there any way I could still get the level 1 diagnosis or am I wrong? Ive struggled a lot and finally having an answer and learning to unmask has helped a lot but this situation is making me feel like a fake or like I’m not “struggling enough” :( Any advice? Thank you!

Alimony for housewives is alright but alimony for working women is evil.
According to laws, women are still a property of men and that’s why it’s men’s job to provide for women even if they are no longer together, even if the woman herself can earn. If according to laws women were not a property of men then the laws wouldn’t ask men to pay alimony just so that she can maintain her standard of living.
I believe that any self respecting women will not take any alimony from her ex husband as she is no one’s property.
Sometimes alimony can be a way of compensating or a form of revenge in cases of getting abuse from the husband and family which also seems alright as abusers deserve all the pain in the world.
But what about when the guy have proofs that the women cheated or no dowry was taken in the marriage. Even if the women were the abusive were it’s men who have to pay alimony to their abusives wives even if there wives were the evil one, even if the men had proof of their innocence.
So that’s why alimony is evil as it discriminates innocent men and also devalues women’s potential to earn money and it also treats women as mere property who needs to get protected and provided by men.
So ladies who are going to get alimony by false allegations, please have some self respect, think of your kids if you have one. I support child support. I support alimony for non abusive housewives. But not for working women, abusive or not. What’s the point of their independence when they still depend on a man.
Ending note
This post’s intention is not to devalue women or to invalidate their pains and sufferings which comes from men and marriages. The focus of this post is just alimony and not men vs women. I want both men’s and women’s opinions on this and hope you all will be respectful. Thanks

I am working on a projects and experimenting with a different ways to approach it.
The primary problem I want to solve is to have something that is continuously checking written text to identify if something has been mentioned and just return a true or false.
The use case is as you write a note you can see if you have hit on all the information you need from the client. Then after you finish the conversation a larger LLM could summarize the notes.
Here is a random example-
Example Note: Client wants Strawberries Nut Allergy Requested deli sandwich
Example Output: Entree: True Side: True Cautions: True Name: False
I would need this to either run on a browser, or run locally on most work laptops at my company. I also want this to be as cheap as possible - this is a QOL feature, not a must have.
First question, is a SLM overkill for this and is there some sort of package out there that could do this accurately enough.
Second, even if it is overkill, I'm struggling to find similar data that I would find for other LLMs. Like I know cost per token for running LLaMa3 through AWS Bedrock, but I can't find anything similar for Phi3. I would love if I could just run this locally on our work PC through an app, but I don't know how to properly figure out what sort of load this is taking on compute wise.
Thanks for any help.

Hi, I applied for nursing at Ivytech and currently living in Indianapolis. Can any one help me where and how can I get CPR certification for Basic life support. Any link or place I can attend in person in Indianapolis area and how long does it take to finish. Just first time to medical field. Anything appreciated. Thank you 🙏
Note - It is one of the requirements of Nursing - documentation of current CPR Certification in Basic Life Support (BLS) for Health Care Providers (from American Heart Association or American Red Cross)

The awesome Starvival mod by lKocMoHaBTl has been already updated for the new game version. It's a much more comprehensive survival solution than is currently possible with Bethesda's own options:
https://www.nexusmods.com/starfield/mods/6890
Changelog:

Compatibility Update for Official Patch v1.11.36

Meshes:
Updated meshes. Big thanks and kudos to the author of this mod >>>
Starfield.nif Mesh Path Migration Tool for SF 1.11.33 - https://www.nexusmods.com/starfield/mods/9234?tab=files
Starvival - Immersive Survival Addon.esm:
[+] Removed Ammo Weight. Official update added a proper and a fully working one. Works with containers and NPC inventories (properly takes into account their capacity). Spaceship ammo weights also works now.
[+] Removed Food Health Restoration. Official update added own option.
[+] All food and drinks are now compatible with official update. Forwarded necessary changes.
Note: Starvivals Needs System and official Sustenance feature now fully compatible with each other. Though i recommend to fully disable Sustenance, as it was not intended to play together with Starvivals Needs.
Nothing bad will happen, just some bonuses and buffs will clash together, but choice is yours.
Starvival - ModuleEconomy.esm
[+] Tweaked vendor credits to take into account newly added official options. Spaceship vendors and technicians credits options also added to the pool.
Note: By some reason BGS decided not to apply increased/decreased prices option to spaceship vendors and technicians. Maybe because they already have a lot of credits, don't know, but i still added them, why not.
All other features that v1.11.36 update introduces work with Starvival as intended.

FEATURES

[+] Added configurable ammo weight, thanks to recent update. It has only basic multiplier for all ammo. If you want to fine tune each ammo separately, SF1Edit will help.
Configurable ammo weight works only for player. For containers and companions will be used BASE weight.

TWEAKS & CHANGES

[+] "Nutrient Manager" buff, Adrenaline Rush & Adrenaline Aftermath, Intoxication & Addiction, Oversatiation & Overencumbrance Debuffs now have own icons in the Status Menu. Added from the new update.
[+] Added an option to toggle ON/OFF Ammo weight for companions.
Note: Add/Remove ammo to/from companion to refresh capacity.
[+] Tweaked ammo weight. Officials numbers too low for my taste. You can change base ammo weight with Configuration Book >>> Tweaks >>> Ammo Regulator >>> Weight
[+] Spaceship ammo now have proper weight.
[+] Ammo Restrictor renamed to Ammo Regulator
[+] Lowered/Tweaked weights for Emergency Repair Bots, Fuel Items, Maintenance Kits
[+] Various tweaks and restriction during Vanguard Spacesimulation. Blocked Starview tablet usage except Radio, blocked Refueling/Charging/Pumping and etc. It is a simulator, not an actual ship per se, though game treats it like a ship.
[+] "Spaceship Arsenal" Module: lowered/Tweaked weights for ship ammo

BUG FIXES

[+] Healing items that cure multi affliction show duplicate "Treats afflictions after some time" in UI. Fixed

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Just finished a final round of interviews at a health-tech company. The recruiter first contacted me after I applied and he has been arranging all the interviews/providing the zoom links and the names of the interviewers so I do not have the emails of the interviewers. 1 of them was the hiring manager and team lead, the other two were peers on another team. My question is should I send a thank you email to all three by guessing their emails ([first.last@company.com](mailto:first.last@company.com), similar pattern by the recruiter) or do people not appreciate thank you emails due to the volume of applicants/seems desperate?

Just finished a final round of interviews at a health-tech company. The recruiter first contacted me after I applied and he has been arranging all the interviews/providing the zoom links and the names of the interviewers so I do not have the emails of the interviewers. 1 of them was the hiring manager and team lead, the other two were peers on another team. My question is should I send a thank you email to all three by guessing their emails ([first.last@company.com](mailto:first.last@company.com), similar pattern by the recruiter) or do people not appreciate thank you emails due to the volume of applicants/seems desperate?

Starfield modders can be quite dedicated. Starvival by lKocMoHaBTl has been already updated for the new game version. I totally love this mod, and even though Bethesda's difficulty options allow to set some (buggy) survival light, Starvival is way more comprehensive:
https://www.nexusmods.com/starfield/mods/6890
Changelog:

Compatibility Update for Official Patch v1.11.36

Meshes:
Updated meshes. Big thanks and kudos to the author of this mod >>>
Starfield.nif Mesh Path Migration Tool for SF 1.11.33 - https://www.nexusmods.com/starfield/mods/9234?tab=files
Starvival - Immersive Survival Addon.esm:
[+] Removed Ammo Weight. Official update added a proper and a fully working one. Works with containers and NPC inventories (properly takes into account their capacity). Spaceship ammo weights also works now.
[+] Removed Food Health Restoration. Official update added own option.
[+] All food and drinks are now compatible with official update. Forwarded necessary changes.
Note: Starvivals Needs System and official Sustenance feature now fully compatible with each other. Though i recommend to fully disable Sustenance, as it was not intended to play together with Starvivals Needs.
Nothing bad will happen, just some bonuses and buffs will clash together, but choice is yours.
Starvival - ModuleEconomy.esm
[+] Tweaked vendor credits to take into account newly added official options. Spaceship vendors and technicians credits options also added to the pool.
Note: By some reason BGS decided not to apply increased/decreased prices option to spaceship vendors and technicians. Maybe because they already have a lot of credits, don't know, but i still added them, why not.
All other features that v1.11.36 update introduces work with Starvival as intended.

FEATURES

[+] Added configurable ammo weight, thanks to recent update. It has only basic multiplier for all ammo. If you want to fine tune each ammo separately, SF1Edit will help.
Configurable ammo weight works only for player. For containers and companions will be used BASE weight.

TWEAKS & CHANGES

[+] "Nutrient Manager" buff, Adrenaline Rush & Adrenaline Aftermath, Intoxication & Addiction, Oversatiation & Overencumbrance Debuffs now have own icons in the Status Menu. Added from the new update.
[+] Added an option to toggle ON/OFF Ammo weight for companions.
Note: Add/Remove ammo to/from companion to refresh capacity.
[+] Tweaked ammo weight. Officials numbers too low for my taste. You can change base ammo weight with Configuration Book >>> Tweaks >>> Ammo Regulator >>> Weight
[+] Spaceship ammo now have proper weight.
[+] Ammo Restrictor renamed to Ammo Regulator
[+] Lowered/Tweaked weights for Emergency Repair Bots, Fuel Items, Maintenance Kits
[+] Various tweaks and restriction during Vanguard Spacesimulation. Blocked Starview tablet usage except Radio, blocked Refueling/Charging/Pumping and etc. It is a simulator, not an actual ship per se, though game treats it like a ship.
[+] "Spaceship Arsenal" Module: lowered/Tweaked weights for ship ammo

BUG FIXES

[+] Healing items that cure multi affliction show duplicate "Treats afflictions after some time" in UI. Fixed